the Sunday before we were famous

“I know a girl, I girl named party…party girl”

I loved U2 before they were famous, before the rest knew the words and forgot to remember Boy and that girl and the record with an album on each side.

U2_Boy

Before we were famous, the word was simpler.  Before I held this post in my hand there was a boy and a girl, you and I and letters on papers in envelopes with stamps somewhere in the hands of someone we trusted would deliver them before too long.

Before Bono wore sunglasses we borrowed cassette tapes and listened to Stiff Little Fingers, and Adam Ant on The New Music after bedtime, after the news, on a black and white TV in my bedroom.

Before you could find my words here, and long distance was too expensive, I wrote love poems and handed them to a you at a dance down the road in the next town and the picture you gave me was so precious I fell asleep with it under my pillow.

Before we were famous the crinkled little words and faces, and scented pieces of paper were moments I kept forever because I never knew if I would see you again…before we were famous, sometimes I never did.

Before #insongnia, “I knew a girl…”

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5 thoughts on “the Sunday before we were famous

  1. Taylor Jamieson on said:

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    I know a girl, a girl called Party
    Party girl
    I know she wants more than a party
    Party girl
    And she won’t tell me her name
    Oh no, not me

    I know a boy, a boy called Trash
    Trash Can
    I know he does all that he can
    Wham Bam
    And she won’t tell me his name
    Oh no, not me

    La, la, la…la do da de da…

    When I was three, I thought the world revolved around me
    I was wrong
    And so I sing along
    And if you dance, then dance with me

    I know a girl, a girl called Party
    Party girl
    I know she wants more than a party
    Party girl
    I know a boy, a boy called Trampoline
    You know what I mean

    I think I know what he wants
    I think I know what he wants
    I think I know what you want
    I think I know what you want
    I think I know what you want
    I think I know what you want
    I think I know what he wants

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