Eye in the sky

Day 2

--STATS--

Group: The Alan Parsons Project

Genre: Progressive rock

Album: Eye in the sky

Released: 1982

Don't think sorry's easily said.

Don't go turning tables instead.

You've taken lots of chances before,

but Im not gonna give anymore.

Don't ask me.

Thats it goes,

cause part of me knows what your thinkin'.

Don't say words your going to regret.

Don't let the fire rush to your head.

I've heard the accusation before,

and I'm not gonna take anymore,

believe me.

The sun in your eyes

made some of the lies worth believing.

I am the eye in the sky,

looking at you....ooh

I can read your mind.

I am the maker of rules,

dealing with fools...ooh

I can cheat you blind.

And I don't have to hear anymore

to know that

I can read your mind...

I can read your mind...

Don't leave false illusions behind.

Don't cry,

cause I ain't changing my mind.

So find another fool like before,

cause I ain't going to live anymore believing

some of the lies, while all of the signs are deceiving.

I am the eye in the sky,

looking at you...ooh

I can read your mind.

I am the maker of rules,

dealing with fools...ooh

I can cheat you blind.

And I don't have to hear anymore

to know that

I can read your mind...

I can read your mind...

Wow. Where do I even begin with this one? When downloading this song I haven't heard since grade school, I could hardly keep myself from having a listen before bed. Technically, I did not cheat, seeing as how it was after midnight. Laying in bed with my IPOD & headphones, listening to the sweet lulling melody and rich undertones of the electric guitar played by Eric Woolfson, I became so overwhelmed with emotion. Not even at the content, which in it's self is a strong message of deceit & distrust, but of just the passage of time it took me back to. While playing this song, I am not a married 25 year old woman with two kids and a mortgage. I am a little school aged petite girl, who enjoys playing with barbies, taking walks with my friends to the school playground down the street, and on any given day, pretending to be an animal of some type (yes, odd, I know).

I have never actually heard this song played on the radio, strange as that might be, considering it is a pretty well known song. I only ever recall hearing this song played in my step-fathers truck on trips into town while running various errands. Listening to his music selection always proved to be interesting in the sense he had a selection of Cd's I had never heard before. My father is into classic rock, my mother country music. My step-father falls into some category in-between. Pop rock, maybe? I don't really know, but this song will always make me think of him, & our slow but steady developing relationship at that time.

This was around the time of my parents long dragged out divorce. We had just moved into this home with him, his two cats, & tarantula. Yes, I do mean HUGE spider. It was hard adjusting to such a change. New neighborhood, new school, new friends, new room, new..family? I was six years old. However scary, this had to be an improvement from the constant screaming & bickering I had known during most the time my parents were together.

Sure enough, I began to adjust. The neighborhood was friendly. Thriving it seemed, plus there was a girl my age from my school next door. The room was pretty sweet, with a sliding door leading out to the back porch complete with over sized chairs & hot tub. Not bad. The family part was a work in progress, as any blended family can be. To add to the chaos, I got to have a kitten. His name was tinker, I believe. He was struck one morning by a car at the busy intersection on our corner. We replaced him with his half brother, Stinkers, but lets not focus on that.

Anyways, the point is, life got easier, and my relationship with this stern German blooded man eventually started to make more sense. We had sort of an understanding. He wouldn't kick my ass as long as I kept my animal figurines out of his Tomato plants. Obviously, he lacked imagination if he couldn't see them for what they really were-- giant bean stocks with magical berries. Oh well, I knew he was really a teddy bear underneath all that biker leather & graphic tattoos. My appreciation of his music and our frequent trips to town grew as well. All I can say is, often the times we see as painful experiences from the past are often the moments we long for.

I wish I was that child again. What I wouldn't give to experience the joys of growing up in the early nineties. The days you could leave your children in the car while you leisurely shopped the grocery store-- in peace.Time is eluding me. I think of my children, and what songs I am sharing with them. One day, twenty years from now, will they look back on a song & long to be there, in that moment as well? What song might it be? Will it be a classic, like something by Eric Clapton or Al Green? A much loved favorite of mine, like a tune by Norah Jones or David Gray? Or will it be something as silly as a diddly by Duffy or Fergie? I really do not care. I can only hope my children have a childhood as rich with fond memories as mine.

What about you? What does this song mean to you?