More from Neil McCormick's spellbinding Killing Bono:
"And still we didn't sit down and say, 'That's it.' Wave the white flag. Surrender. We didn't look each other in the eye, shake hands and say: 'We gave it our best shot. It was not to be.' Rather, we skulked around, avoiding each other, seeking refuge in the arms of women.
I was in love. For the first time, I felt I could actually say that without fear, without equivocation or concern about commitment. And it may be that failure released me from the prison of ego and ambition, so that I no longer contemplated the future with the greedy eyes of a child in a candy store. Or it may be that love was a safe haven for my wounded ego, because love makes everybody special. Our loved ones loved our songs. They'd ask us to play for them, even when no one else wanted to listen anymore.
[...] The object of my ardor was Gloria. And when she finally reciprocated, after a long siege on the stronghold of her heart, [...] I was temporarily elevated to seventh heaven, king of all I surveyed. In the warmth of her embrace, I could overlook my failures. I could even thanks for the crooked path my life had taken, telling myself that it had led to this wonderful woman."
And this, from a newly-rediscovered 'Sewn' by The Feeling:
" 'Cos you got my heart in a headlock
You stopped the blood and made my head soft
And God knows
You've got me sewn."
One big reason I like this song is because Dan Gillespie Sells pronounces "can't" like it's meant to be, not the way the Americans do.
A line from this song was the subject of my first-ever Facebook status message, about a month short of four years ago.
My, how things've changed.
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