Everything is Rain
I loved a goddess once. She had seen me from up in Olympus and took a fancy to me. She had insane topics, deranged conversations, bizarre remarks. Every time we talked, I had a real hard time figuring out if it was me or her that was going insane, or if it was reciprocal. I could simply not have been any more smitten.
We would lay down next to each other and she would tell me to imagine us back in her home land, in classic Greek attire, white, light and comfortable. Sandals on feet, laurels — well, for me, it could be bayleaf — on heads. A sunny day with enough clouds to be comfortable, soft thin grass, glass-clear water running down over a pebbly river. And of course we’d cross it, taking off our sandals to feel the little round pebbles under, and ice cold water around. We’d lay down on the soft, fragrant grass, or under a bandstand; there should be a vacant bandstand around. Around us would be flowers, bees and birds. No Acropolys, no Olympus, no one else.
She’d bring all of her words, and oh my, did she have many, all packed with the many feelings she had. She turned to me with a gentle smile and said “I’ve always wanted to know more about you, just to get to know what you hide behind that smile of yours. That smile is a mystery to me.” I might not have ever had as many words as her, but by Jove, did I believe in feelings! I had to make up my own words to keep up with her pace.
When those that wear true laurels and those who wear bayleaf talk, words come out at such a speed that they become their own language, a polyphonic mess of people speaking at the same time, yet somehow combining; and the excitement runs electric from the strands of your hair to the calluses on your hands. It’s intellectual stimulation gone physical, Rita Lee’s making-love-through-telepathy but way stranger and stronger. Truly the most addictive feeling. We’d talk every day, to our mutual delight, and I thought she was the best thing that had ever happened to me, ever.
And, just like rain, one day I blinked and missed it. A love that doesn’t get fed every day is a love that starves, but is no less real — in fact, it is as eternal as can be.
Sometimes my mind tries to suggest that she wasn’t really from Olympus, and we were just kindred spirits, slightly infatuated with each other. That is, however, a ridiculous idea.
You’re the special one who don’t smile in pictures
I don’t know what makes me inspire you
It was the luckiest guess of my life that led you to believe
That I remember, you remind me of her
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Everything is rain, everything is rain
Next time I’ll wash away from you
You’re into words and we’re both into feelings
You say my smile’s a mystery, I don’t know
Birds, words, feelings, all together make sense in our mind
But I guess that’s just part of the ritual
Don’t go, the way you act is all I want to know
Don’t go
You’re so physical
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Don’t go and don’t let
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Everything is rain, everything is rain
Yeah!
Words come together, form a new language
Everyone just speaks at the same time
Euphoria runs through the callus on your hands
It’s so physical
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Everything is rain, everything is rain
Don’t go, no, don’t go
Anguish stored for long is raining down
Like solace for your soul
Not free yet, just relief
Do you remember your dreams?
Do you remember your dreams?
Do you remember your dreams?
Yeah
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Don’t go and don’t let me go
Everything is rain, everything is rain
Next time I’ll wash away from you
