Feelin’ awfully melancholy and nostalgic tonight (Melanostalgic?) and stumbled upon this old tune by the venerable pop/punk band Blondie. While the band will always be remembered foremost for “Heart of Glass” and “Rapture,” it was ethereal tracks like this one that made them my favorite band when I was a teen (helped in no small part by Clem Burke’s wicked drum fills which made it impossible to listen to Blondie without beating the hell out of everything in sight whilst air drumming). And name me another rock band to use the word “theosophy” in a song, I dare you.
Was it destiny? I don’t know yet.
Was it just by chance? Could this be kismet?
Something in my consciousness told me you’d appear–
now I’m always touched by your presence, dear.
When we play at cards, you use an extra sense.
You can read my hand, I’ve got no defense.
When you send your messages, whispered loud and clear–
I am always touched by your presence, dear.
Floating past the evidence of possibility–
we could navigate, together, psychic frequencies.
Coming into contact with outer entities–
we could entertain each one with our theosophy.
Stay awake at night and catch your R.E.M.s
when you’re talking with your super friends.
Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere–
I am still in touch with your presence, dear.
(apologies to Blondie)