These three videos have stolen my attention for the last several days, and not only because I love these songs, but because of their interwoven stories and their wrestling with the effects of simple choices.
Like a battered wife wondering when to leave and find home at last because,
The strangers in this town,
They raise you up just to cut you down
Oh Angela it's a long time coming
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
Notice the taxi at the end?
It's driven by a mother whose wrestling with loneliness and who could have had the love of her life but couldn't. Because of a black dress and her father in a casket.
So I drive a taxi, and the traffic distracts me
From the strangers in my backseat, they remind me of you
But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time
But what if?
What if we pack a toothbrush, take a withdrawal slip, and take all of our savings out?
What if we rail against our dying day?