A Blog Fail

1 Aug

OK.

Alright.

Had this great idea for a post.

Are you ready to hear this?

No?

OK. I’ll wait…..

Are you ready now?

I’m telling you now, whether your ready or not.

So you know the Journey song, Don’t Stop Believing?

And you know how the song starts:

Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

Well, here was my thought: I would take the Don’t Stop Believing song and turn it into a story. Then at the end of the story, I would print the lyrics of the song and say,

“Guess what, I just turned the Journey song, Don’t Stop Believing into a story right under your nose…that’s why you thought the story sounded so familiar…”

Then everyone would laugh and cheer and clap and think I was oh so clever….

Except…

Once you get past the first couple of lines, you have nothing to work with…the song is a mess lyrically.

Let me show you:

First Verse

Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

This part is easy of course. Lonely girl gets on a train, guy from South Detroit, maybe from the suburbs, maybe from the east side gets on a train. It might be the same train, could be different midnight trains…I don’t know, but some way, some how their paths will cross and they will fall in love. Why? Because they don’t believe in love and they have to be told to “Don’t stop believing”…just like the song!

Right?

Right?

OK.

Second verse:

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Well, we have established they are on the same train, so that makes things easier for the meeting and falling in love part. This train seems to have a lounge/gambling car in it, which is unusual for trains, but we can deal with it. You know there is a guy or girl singing in this lounge car, setting the mood to have our protagonists meet and fall in love. We will have to back date the story since you can’t smoke in trains now, but that’s ok. Maybe the guy walks into the lounge car, he has a sensitive nose, gets a whiff of some old lady in a sequenced dress wearing cheap perfume. Lots of wine flowing in everyone’s glasses. Smoke everywhere. Which actually makes it tough to smell the cheap perfume and wine, but whatever…this is a love story. Anything goes. It doesn’t all have to make sense. He sees her, she sees him. They smile. For apparently a really, really, really…really long time.

Chorus

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night.

Alright.

I thought we were on a train. A midnight train.

So maybe our lovers could have a dream sequence or a fast forward montage to the boulevard.

Let’s go the fast forward route.

So they are walking up and down the boulevard. It’s crowded with strangers, maybe wearing top hats. I see top hats on the strangers, I don’t know why, just go with it. Then we throw in some very poetic prose about how the streetlamps are making their shadows elongate and intertwine with each other…searching the night for their own true love. Then the streetlights people come in, because I guess the streetlights are broken?

What are streetlights people?

All I can think of is prostitutes. Especially with the find emotion stuff and the hiding in the night stuff.

Maybe they are vampires. Vampires hid in the night.

But would vampires walk in the streetlights, and they wouldn’t be called streetlights people…they would be called vampires. Maybe British vampires are called streetlights people. They have different terms for things in Great Britain.

We will work on that.

Moving on.

Verse Three

Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin’ anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

So at this point in the song I think we are just rhyming things to rhyme things…all the while trying to sound profound.

We have a total mess here.

We are working hard to get stuff, even though people just want to have fun. Then all of the sudden we will do anything to take a chance, one more time. Of course some people win and some people lose…duh…hello?…but I think only a very small percentage of people were born to sing the blues. That line would make more sense if 90% of dice games involved singing the blues as well. To top it off, suddenly we are watching a James Cameron movie or the last Batman movie. I don’t know how we got there, but we are there…and what happen to our lovers and the streetlights people…I don’t know.

Next.

Chorus

Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
Streetlights people

Don’t stop believin’
Hold on
Streetlight people

Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
Streetlights people

What?

Is it the streetlights people that need to believe because some random guy from South Detroit and some lonely girl hooked up on a midnight train? Does the time of the train matter even? Could they have hooked up on a 2:30 pm train?

Or

Is my first theory right, and the streetlights people are there to fix the lights. Now the ladder has fallen and they have to hold on to the light pole or fall to the ground and be smushed. But that makes no sense, because they are also holding on to the feelin’.

What feelin’?

What movie?

You can’t smoke in a train!

Oh, forget it.

Just remember I’m the one that got that song stuck in your head all day.

Your welcome.

Just in case you have been living under a rock and don’t know the song:

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7 Responses to “A Blog Fail”

  1. Christopher De Voss August 1, 2012 at 3:42 PM #

    To which I would reply, “You’re just like in the girls in my hometown of South Detroit.”
    Then we would laugh…and then you would mace me.

  2. Maggie O'C August 1, 2012 at 4:09 PM #

    Was this a midnight train to Georgia?

    but I think only a very small percentage of people were born to sing the blues.

    Hahahahaha

    • Christopher De Voss August 1, 2012 at 4:15 PM #

      Could be…was Journey and Gladys Knight and the Pips popular at the same time?

      • Maggie O'C August 1, 2012 at 4:19 PM #

        Nope. Maybe they were drinking Night Train when they wrote this and that is where the Streetlight People came from?

      • Christopher De Voss August 1, 2012 at 4:23 PM #

        You might be on to something there!

  3. graysonjack August 2, 2012 at 1:31 PM #

    I truly enjoy the way your brain works. Amazing.

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