Tuesday, 10 March 2015

One of these nights. . .

When did we find it so hard to stop taking people at face value?  It almost seems as if the carefree days of yesteryear are nothing but memories that we put to bed much like the fairy tales of the storybooks we read to our children when they beg to hear those dog-eared bedtime stories night after night.

I don't know about you, but I've always found it disconcerting when people are really eager to learn about you.  They might ask you a few too many personal questions that you're unwilling to offer answers for or you might think they're not entitled to hear the answers (they're personal questions after all) but mostly it's because it can be extremely hard to really trust people these days.  That includes the nights as well.

But what happens on one of these nights?  What did The Eagles have in mind?


One of these nights 
One of these crazy old nights
We're gonna find out 
Pretty mama 
What turns on your lights
The full moon is calling
The fever is high
And the wicked wind whispers
And moans

The opening bass line accented by the rhythm guitar gives off visions of something quite sensuous.  The song was released around the time that I was released into the world, so this probably explains my fascination with music from this period - I would've heard these songs in my mother's womb.

Ladies, does this happen to you?  Someone who wants to find out what 'turns on your lights'?  I wonder how he's going to find that out about you and whether you're prepared to let someone find that out about you.  If you mean by turning on your lights - does that mean that a man is trying to figure out what's going on in your mind, what interests you, what passions lie inside you?  Totally up to you whether you want them messing with your lights or not.

I've been searching for the daughter of the devil himself
I've been searching for an angel in white
I've been waiting for a woman who's a little of both
And I can feel her
But she's nowhere in sight

So the search is on for a woman who has that balance between the devil himself and an angel in white.  If he can feel her, does this mean that he probably already knows who she is but he just can't see her?  She could be someone you've known for a long time but haven't really thought of in that way or someone who seems totally unsuited (but is that based on other's perceptions of what's considered acceptable for you, rather than your own decision for yourself?).

Maybe if you can't see her - you can focus on what sense of yours feels the strongest about where she might be.  What can you feel about her anyway?

One of these nights
In between the dark and the light
Coming right behind you
Swear I'm gonna find you
Get'ya baby one of these nights
One of these nights
One of these nights. . . 

I don't know whether women should feel flattered and exhilarated or somewhat scared and frightened of someone intending to find them - even if he might not know who you are, but he seems intent on finding you.  This is particularly funny in the sense that he doesn't know who you are because he's never seen you - but he feels you.  What is he feeling exactly?  Is it a smell?  Is it something he can feel with his hands or mind but can't see with his eyes?

I hope you find the woman that you're searching for - searching for high and low.
But just a thought - what if she doesn't go out much at night?
What if you're looking for her during the wrong time.
What if the reason you can't see her, but can only feel her, is because you're sensing her residual that remains after the day is over.

You should be looking for her during one of these days. . . not one of these nights. . .