Company Calls Epilogue

Tune of the day CXXXVIII.

It was actually pretty hard for me to decide on which version of this song I’d post as TotD, but after a little pondering, I decided that, as much as I love the original one, this alternate one – with an ‘epilogue’ suitingly added to the title – is my preference. It’s sad, and beautiful. My heart sighs.

Synapse to synapse, the possibility’s thin
I’m dressed up for free drinks
And family greetings on your wedding
Your wedding
Your wedding date
The figures in plastic
On the wedding cake
That I took
Were so real

And I kept a distance
The complications cloud
The postcards and blips through fiberoptics
As the girls with the pigtails
Were running from little boys wearing bow ties
Their parent bought them
I’ll catch you this time

Crashing through the parlor doors
What was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly
I’ll tell you mine

You were the one
But I can’t spit it out
When the date’s been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately

Synapse to synapse
The sneaky kids had attached beer cans
To the bumper so they could drive
Up and down the main drag
People would turn to see
Who’s making the racket
It’s not the first time

When they lay down
The fish will swim upstream
And I’ll contest but they won’t listen
When the casualty rate’s near 100%
And there isn’t a pension for second best
Or for hardly moving

Crashing through the parlor doors
What was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly
I’ll tell you mine

You are the one
But i can’t spit it out when the date’s been set
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately

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4 thoughts on “Company Calls Epilogue

  1. I can’t believe you posted this. This song, this time, exactly this version… It’s really..surprising. I haven’t met anybody who knows that it exists- i have an extraordinary relationship with this one..

    when i was smaller, really few years younger, i was sometimes really, well, feeling bad. sad and anxious, in a different way than these days. I remember one time… my mother was on a long, long trip, out of the country, and i was living with my grandmother, and once i felt the feeling coming. i got into my room. my cd player, the one i don’t have anymore, was on my table (on the one i don’t have anymore), and i remember leaning on the table with my hands and taking the death cab- disc from the table and putting it into the player. I hadn’t listened to it much, and i don’t remember if i knew the piece or not, but i remember the bad feeling, that the breathing was hard and slow, and the song just came and the first words.. Synapse, to synapse, the possibility’s thin – i’m dressed up for free drinks.. and ON and on… the first ‘synapse’, the power of the voice – it just did something inside me, i don’t know, just for seconds, and I felt better. I can’t explain it, but it ‘eased’ my ‘pain’ in some peculiar way. It was really strong, this relief i felt. i remember repeating the beginning over and over again, and the effect didn’t fade. i don’t know. I just had to tell you, sorry

    • Don’t apologize, I’m glad that you chose to share this with me. I really am. And I completely understand what you mean. There’s just a certain something with some songs, only hearing the first chords is enough to evoke a certain feeling in you, a feeling that can’t be described with words. And that feeling never fades. There are some songs that I always turn to when I need comfort, or an escape, and they never fail me. Music is timeless.

  2. Thank you for being perhaps the first person on the internet to realize that he says “You ARE the one” instead of “You were the one” in the last version of the chorus in the alternate. That simple change always made such an impact to me.

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