Someone was playing the guitar in the park. I listened. It reminded me of Oasis’s Champagne Supernova. The lyrics are incomprehensible but I love the song anyway.
When someone asked Noel Gallagher what he meant by “slowly walking down the hall/ Fater than a cannonball” He said: “I don’t f—ing know. But you are telling me, when you’ve got 60,000 people singing it, they don’t know what it means? It means something different to every one of them.”
I think of youth everytime I hear the song. I am floating in the air; I am swimming in the sea and runinng barefoot on the sand; I am daydreaming on a drizzling afternoon; I am in front of the computer, hitting on the keyboard on a sleepless night. I’m walking slowly; suddenly I’m runnng. The wind took my hat and my hair is all messed up.
I don’t f—ing know. I’m not going anywhere, but I’m still heading towards a destination. I’m young, awkward, angry, reckless and always sad— yet I’m happy. I really am.
Life passes in the blink of an eye. People come and go. Sometimes I wish beauty will never fade as much as I wish a song will never die.