We were playing in the sand And you found a little band You told me you fell in love with it Hadn't gone as I planned
When you had to bid adieu Said you'd never love anew I wondered if I could hold it and fall in love with it too
i always thought he sang MAN, and i thought it was cute. but i always wondered why he wanted to fall in love with a little man. i mean, he's a man. now i know. its BAND. classic example of how people hear and don't listen.
half the time; maybe we're hearing, but not listening. maybe we're looking, but we're not seeing. maybe we're talking, but not communicating.
makes you wonder about a world without technology. or human nature. maybe we'd be running around catching spiders and playing with monkeys. totally in sync with mother nature. and still not listening, seeing or communicating.
although if i'd been tipping an arrow with poison-dart frog poison and had a leetle mishap, i should very much wish someone understood me in the single second it took to kill me. then i'd die happy, i'd left my will. can you imagine if your good-for-nothing nephew got the blowpipe you wanted to leave to your niece? and she got your ceremonial thong? O: big boo boo there.
