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This isn't, as it may appear, a poem for the one I love. (Or maybe?) It's more of a prayer to the year ahead. They never turn out the way I thought they might. The years. 25 definitely didn't go as I would've expected last January. A lot of unforeseen happenings, encounters, adventures. Some sorrow. Disappointment. A lot of beauty and things to be grateful for. Good, meaningful things. So for 26, I'm trying to be mindful how little I can actually predict. I'm sticking to more general desires of thumb (if I won't be allowed to set rules), like the ones above.

The first song I listened to after turning 25. At 3 AM, much to my neighbors' delight.

Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25
Speed jive, don't want to stay alive
When you're 25

Except I do. So much, I do. I'm too in love with it to stop. Life.

But we can love
Oh yes, we can love

I love this version of the song in particular, more than any of Bowie's versions. But then, I've always had a soft spot for (the extraordinary) Michael Stipe. There's just something so special about this version, about the way he sings at the end

bring him down here to me, bring him down because I want him
Now
I want you, I want all of you, I want you now.

Life. I want all of you.

The title of this thingy comes from this song - which is fantastic, if you can ignore the somewhat nauseatingly cutesy video. Because you can't just be stuck on the old stuff you used to listen to billions of years ago, can you?

The expression "turns my head" has always appealed to me, for some reason. I'm forever in love with things and people and moments who actually physically make you turn your head and take note of the world happening around you. How could anyone not be?

I was gonna link John Lee Hooker's

So I guess I'll stick to these three for @ablaze's #threetunetuesday.

I've had songs for 18. 24. 25. But I don't yet have a song to instruct my 26th. There's still a bit of time - got any suggestions? :)