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#So It Goes by Billy Joel
jimmyspades · 2 months
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"I think it’s good to live life as though it were a finite thing. Because it is. I appreciate today. And tomorrow I’ll wake up, and there’ll be another day to savor. And after it I’ll go to bed and I’ll wake and there’ll be another. And another. And another." BOSTON LEGAL 4.10 "Green Christmas"
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dutchdude-71 · 26 days
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ruffles23 · 4 months
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I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
‘And So It Goes’ -Billy Joel
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But if my silence made you leave Then that would be my worst mistake So I will share this room with you And you can have this heart to break
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i-want-my-iwtv · 5 months
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Nov. 5, 2022: "It's very short, it's very simple, there's not a lot of accompaniment. The chords are really evocative... you hear the dissonance? There's always a little bit of a sour note in every chord. There's an unresolved... [You like the tension?] Yes, there's this tension through the whole thing. When I finished writing it I said, 'Now that's really good! That's a really good song.' 'Cos I've written some songs that aren't that good."
I love this for a lot of reasons but partly bc it's an artist reflecting on elements that make a work of art good, like a baker telling us about why they chose certain ingredients over others... it's a kind of alchemy when the components together make up something that can touch the viewer/listener in a way that nothing else can, to share and empathize about something we might all experience, a connection over time and space. As Billy Joel sings in Lullaby: Someday we'll all be gone/ But lullabies go on and on/ They never die/ That's how you and I will be
And So It Goes - Billy Joel
In every heart there is a room A sanctuary safe and strong To heal the wounds from lovers past Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones You answered me with no pretense And still I feel I said too much My silence is my self defense
And every time I've held a rose It seems I only felt the thorns And so it goes, and so it goes And so will you soon I suppose
But if my silence made you leave Then that would be my worst mistake So I will share this room with you And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed It's just as well for all I've seen And so it goes, and so it goes And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you That's if the choice were mine to make But you can make decisions too And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes And you're the only one who knows
(written 1983, released in 1989)
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astrangerlately · 2 years
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ereborne · 15 days
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Song of the Day: May 22
"And So It Goes” Billy Joel cover by Jennifer Warnes
#song of the day#I'd never heard this version of the song before that fanvid I reblogged earlier and it is by far my favorite now#no shade to Billy Joel but damn#'and so it goes and so it goes / and you're the only one / who knows'#truly heartbreaking delivery#in other news today I got the first third of the Idiot Project completed#(clarification: there are three segments and I've been working on them all and now one is completely done and I'm very glad#I'm not only just now 33% of the way done with the project overall. I'd become a mollusc)#I had a breakthrough with the financials data I've been trying to compile#the 'correct' numbers I've been told to compare myself to don't include all the transactions!#there are specific internals codes I should have known to exclude because they get recorded but never reported#a very frustrating epiphany but whatever. I get it#(I mean to say. the best borscht in cherry grove is money laundering but my university is operating by 'pass-along agreement'#okay sure whatever y'all say. not my business and I'm not mad. I'm just sipping my tea real loud don't mind me)#I got this information too thoroughly wrapped in 'you should already know this obvious thing' to actually get an explanation#but I can see the shape of it if I squint. there's a politics bit going on and I get it. I do get it. but y'all. it's the shape of bullshit#anyway now I know how it works and I can account for it so I've built in a little filter and now my financials data makes sense!!#it actually makes sense now babes this is huge!! two months!! two months of the Idiot Project and now it's a third-chunk down!!#tomorrow I will make no progress whatsoever because I have to work graduation but on Friday when I have my stupid awful meeting!#she will ask me again if I am done! and I will say Look!! I am 1 out of 3 done!!#she will not be impressed but I will know. I will know she is wrong
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nade2308 · 1 year
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And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
— Billy Joel, "And so it goes"
Part 1 || Part 2
@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage @tvheit
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"So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break"
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m-jay-gee · 1 year
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theres a place in the world for the angry young man with his working class ties and his radical plans he refuses to bend he refuses to crawl hes always at home with his back to the wall and hes proud of his scars and the battles hes lost and he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross and he likes to be known as the angry young man
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baggy-holmes · 5 months
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Reshuffle again, what’s the next song? 👀
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lyrical-escapes · 1 year
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So I would choose to be with you That's if the choice were mine to make But you can make decisions too And you can have this heart to break
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sassyredheadedmess · 2 years
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quotesengage · 8 months
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I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
from And So It Goes by Billy Joel
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pu-butt · 1 year
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I might come back at a later time with an actually thorough analysis on this, but the irony of those posts that go like "wow we could make a whole new version of We Didn't Start The Fire with just the events of the past five years" really is so interesting to me.
Like the story behind the song is that at age 40 Billy Joel was talking to a 21 year old guy who was complaining about how crazy the time he was living in was and thereby undermining the times before that. So billy joel wrote we didnt start the fire as a way to show that any time period has been filled with extreme events. Yes, times are crazy now and they have always been crazy and they will continue to be crazy. And theres a bunch of ways one may interpret those statements and one can see it as a message of hope or understanding or dismissal, but i'm not really interested in dissecting it in such a way here right now honestly bcs im sleepy.
It's just so funny to me that the whole point of this song is to point out that actually the experience of living through crazy and world-changing times is NOT unique and here all these people are going like "woaah this is such a unique time we could write We Didn't Start The Fire all over again!" as if that isn't the exact opposite of the point of the song!
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romanarose · 2 years
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And So It Goes
Marc Spector X Layla El-Faouly
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Summary: A song fic to Billy Joel's and so it goes. Marc reflects on with childhood, Steven, and Layla. Takes place not long after Moon Knight season 1 ends.
A/N: I'm reposting this because I didn't like how it was formatted before, and I wanted some edits so I just redid it.
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In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lover's past
Until a new one comes along
Marc Spector drew a long drag of his cigarette. He wasn’t one to smoke, but today was a special occasion. A terrifying occasion. It was the first time he was meeting Layla since their battle with Harrow 2 weeks ago, despite Steven’s goding to call her. He couldn’t do it. Now that Marc was free of Khonshu, he knew technically Layla was safe, but he had also massively fucked up with her. They never really talked about what happened, not yet. That’s what today was about. Marc was waiting outside the park for her to arrive. He was painfully early. An hour early, to be exact. He couldn’t sleep, so he went for coffee which only gave him anxiety. He tried to walk around, but found he just wanted to get to the park and wait. So he did. He was waiting. Marc had no idea what he was going to say.
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
He knew what he wanted. He wanted her. He didn’t know if she wanted him, and that terrified him. Marc wasn’t sure if he could take the rejection. Steven had assured him that no matter what happened with Layla, Steven would still be there as always. Steven really was a saving grace. Steven had promised that he would leave the consciousness to give them privacy, but Marc was now wishing that Steven had stayed, maybe Steven could take over, he was better with his words. More patient, more thoughtful, more observant. Steven was everything Marc wasn’t. That was part of the problem, wasn’t it? Layla had kissed Steven. Did Layla want Steven, but not him? Marc had promised that he would stay away from Steven forever if he wanted… Steven had insisted that he didn’t want that, but Marc wasn’t so sure. Why would Steven want him around? What did Marc offer Steven? ‘ Everything you touch you ruin. You hurt people’ Steven also had insisted that nothing would happen with him and Layla that Marc wasn’t comfortable with, but Marc had never put his comfort into consideration for most of his choices.
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes and so it goes
And so will you soon, I suppose
Marc, for the last few decades, had tried his best to ignore every need he had. He wouldn’t eat for days, he would live off of alcohol, and purposefully make choices that would fuck up his life just to punish himself. That is, until Steven happened. He had been there for a long time, of course, but when Steven began having a life of his own, Marc felt this urge to protect him. Marc wasn’t stupid. He realized that this was a projection of his feelings over his brother's death. That was obvious. But as much as he hated the heavy handed metaphor he was given, he needed to take care of Steven. Marc thought Steven should hate him. Everyone hated him. He was an asshole. Steven didn’t know what was best for him, that’s for sure. Marc was used to everything he had being ripped from him. There was Randall, of course. The event that was the catalyst of it all. Randall was his best friend, and he died, thanks for Marc being reckless. Then his mom. Marc ruined that too. In his actions with his brother, he lost his mom forever. The mom he knew anyway. Even his dad was lost, what kind of father doesn’t protect his son? Once Marc lost respect for his dad, his dad was largely gone for him. Layla had stuck around longer than most, and Marc had managed to push her away as well. How could he explain to her how badly he wanted her in his life? The general concept of what he wanted to say was in his head, but the words wouldn’t come.
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
Logically, he knew that Randall’s death wasn’t his fault. Logically, he knew he didn’t deserve his mothers abuse and he knew that he should’ve been worth his fathers protection. At least as a child, anyway. Less so now, but as a child he was. He knew it logically. But there was a gut feeling, deep down that he deserved it all. And that gut feeling told him that he didn’t deserve Layla. She deserved to be happy, with a man who could pay attention to her, a man that knew her needs and fulfilled them, a man that wasn’t broken. She deserved to have loving in-laws and have children with dotting grandparents. This was not a life he could give her. Even now, however, there was a voice in his head. Not Steven, not Khonshu, and whoever the fuck else was in his fucked up brain. It was Layla’s voice. The voice of reason. The voice telling him oh fuck off, Marc. Stop the self pity, just for once. You can make your own choices. Own up to your actions and only your actions. No one else’s. She was always there, in the back of his head, telling him that he was wrong when he felt guilt and telling him he was correct when he felt anger. Layla, with her softness on the rare occasion Marc left himself feel sadness. Layla, telling him to cut his bullshit out when he was acting up. So that’s what he was doing. He was going to at least try to get her back. Say his piece, at the very minimum.
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
Layla, with her softness. Her soft, soft skin… He missed feeling that skin. Her arms, her stomach, her breasts, lower, lower… He missed the feeling of taking her everywhere possible: On their bed, in the shower, the kitchen counter, backseat of the car, front seat of the car, hood of the car . That car saw a lot of damage. Fuck, she was perfect. Her big, beautiful hair, her eyes that seem to look past every single barrier, her ass, her tight- concentrate Marc, you gotta think about what to say. Think about how to get her to stay. Definitely don’t think about the night she gave you a striptease for your birthday, the way she looked in that red lingerie, they way she slide up and down your- fuck. It wasn’t just about the sex, but god was the sex great. It was a cliche, but if sex could be earth shattering, thats what sex with Layla was. But it wasn’t just about the things she could do, it was how she made him feel. The sex wasn’t just amazing because of way she would arch her body to meet him, or the sounds she would make, it was amazing because Marc was able to fully let go. He could trust her. With Layla, Marc could be his most vulnerable. It wasn’t like Marc didn’t have sex with anyone before Layla. Oooooh no. He had that department covered. But it was never like it was with her. For years, Marc couldn’t put his finger on why the sex was so different. It wasn’t like anything was wrong with the other girls. The sex was good, they were pretty, they were nice. He might have had feelings here and there. But Layla saw him for everything he was. Broken, angry, harsh. But she also saw and brought out sides of him he didn’t think even existed. Protective, loving, determined. What could he say to make her think of him that way again?
So I would chose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
He hoped that she still saw those traits in him. He hoped to god she still saw things in himself that he couldn’t believe were there. Things that he wanted so, so bad to be. For her. For Steven. Ah, Steven. What if she saw those things in him? Steven was warm, kind, smart, and thoughtful. And looked just like Marc. Marc was not a confident man in most things, but he knew he was good looking. And jacked. Now there were positive traits he could list about himself. Fuck, better add vain to the list of negetive traits. What if Layla wanted Steven not him? He would leave them be, he would have to. Marc finds it very difficult to say his feelings, that much was obvious. But Steven was the best part of him ‘ you were the only real super power I ever had’ . That stood true. But Layla? She wasn’t his super power, no, she didn’t exist for him. That was the thing. She was a solely autonomous person. Marc knew what he had to say. He didn’t need to convince her to come back, he didn’t need to talk his way in or out of anything. He needed to be honest. He would lay it all out on the table and let her make her choice. It was completely her choice, not his. He needed to give up control. God, just for once. Give up control. He saw her approach. Half an hour early, just like him. He knew she’d be here early, because he knew she’d known he’d be there early, like he was for everything. She smiled at him. He wanted to run. He wanted to persuade her. But no, this was about her… this was her choice. And god, he hoped she chose him
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
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THANK YYYOOOOUUUU for reading!!!
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