Wow this week was super hectic. I'm just gonna come right out and say it was not a very good week. Started out good. Monday, pathetically, was the best part, even though Mondays usually suck. But everything just kind of went downhill from there.
Today was good though.

This week's song: Lost in the Post by The Wombats

( Lyrics! )

So. One of the main reasons I listened to this song is that it's extremely upbeat and helped (kind of) wake me up in the mornings. This week was one where it was really hard to just get going and be motivated to do things. I don't know what came over me, or really if it's just one of those hard weeks in school, I just had a rough time of it.
I will admit that I'm not exactly sure what this song is about. I like to think that he liked a girl more than she liked him, and eventually when she wouldn't see him he started sending her love letters through snail mail. But maybe she just never responded. Or there was a terrible coincidence in making sure they never got to her. Either way, he loved the idea of tangible communication in the era of electronic correspondence. But she didn't appreciate that kind of commitment.
So his love was lost in the mail, both metaphorically and literally.
Maybe I like this idea that someone would be so committed to me that they would keep sending letters, even if I didn't respond. They would keep trying to contact me no matter what until I gave them a concrete answer.

Week 2 can be found here.

So this week! The song has been, with 17 plays for an average of 2.4 plays per day is:

Little Miss Pipedream by The Wombats

I think the postman intercepts everything I try and send to you
Cos he’s infatuated and he’s the fulcrum between us two
And I can’t say I blame him ‘cos I’d cheat a priest just to get to you

She works in a dental practice 9 till 5 how does she manage?
Considering her nights don’t pass out till 3
So I guess that flossing is the last thing in her health routine

And I don’t mind that she gets hammered and goes home with other guys
There’s no jealousy
‘Cos she’s Little Miss Pipedream fantasy

I saw her slam back tequilas like Oliver Reed on an Irish stag do
And I’ll wait if you stay ‘cos foggy London town’s not built for me or you
Don’t leave Miss Pipedream ‘cos I love you

And I don’t mind that she gets hammered and goes home with other guys
There’s no jealousy that she’ll grind it out with friends but not with me
She’s my Little Pipedream fantasy


I suppose I just love the idea of loyalty. Some will be cynics and pessimists and call a guy like this dumb. He keeps protecting her and keeps going out with her and keeps pining for her even though she doesn't pay him any mind. She has her own life and makes her own mistakes, but he keeps tagging after her.
The word doormat comes to mind, but I like to think that's not what this is. I like to believe that though he thinks he's in love with her, he's just in love with the idea of her, the idea of a girl who can stay out all night and go to work in the morning and still be a sane, brilliant, wonderful person.
I think he will eventually find someone who makes him happy, but he will never stop looking out for Little Miss Pipedream, because he's hoping deep down that this is only a stage for her. He has idealized her so much that he has to keep believing in her, and he believes she will eventually find what she's looking for after all those crazy nights.