it is an occasionally publicized secret that i am a huge andrew lloyd webber fan. a song from one of his short-lived musicals, “Tell Me On A Sunday”, is all about some guy’s desire for his lover to let him down easy when she leaves him. it’s a hopelessly melodramatic song which is hilarious because it’s all about not being melodramatic when you dump someone’s ass.
i absolutely adore it.
so i’ve been trying to get my shit together for the move and i can’t get this song out of my head. i guess i just feel like i was “dear john”ed by my landlord. he should have invited me to his deck for some wine and cheese. we would have talked about how great the house is, and then he’d break the news. but there would be wine and cheese so it’d be ok.
you dig?
one thing i like about moving is the forced organization/minimization aspect. i’ve been trying to sell and ebay a bunch of my crap… and ebay’s always fun.
big accomplishment of the day: fixed the motor on my disco ball. i’m vaguely tempted to have either a going away party for the apartment, or a housewarming at the new place. can’t decide which. can’t decide if i want to. can’t decide if i can afford it.
can’t decide which merkin to wear tomorrow.
help?
Don’t write a letter when you want to leave
Don’t call me at 3 a.m. from a friend’s apartment
I’d like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that’s covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend that day
Take me to a zoo that’s got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don’t want to know who’s to blame
It won’t help knowing
Don’t want to fight day and night
Bad enough you’re going
Don’t leave in silence with no word at all
Don’t get drunk and slam the door
That’s no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please
Don’t want to fight day and night
Bad enough you’re going
Don’t leave in silence with no word at all
Don’t get drunk and slam the door
That’s no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Don’t run off in the pouring rain
Don’t call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that’s covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please
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