How many special people change?
How many lives are livin’ strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walkin’ down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walkin’ down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

‘Cause people believe
That they’re gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world’s still spinnin’ ’round, we don’t know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change?
How many lives are livin’ strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walkin’ down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky
Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

‘Cause people believe
That they’re gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world’s still spinnin’ ’round, we don’t know why
Why, why, why, why

Na, na, na
Na, na
Na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na
Na, na
Na, na
Na, na
Na, na, na

How many special people change?
How many lives are livin’ strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high
We were getting high

This morning I was sweeping my room, listening to this song. I love sweeping, for me, its my meditation. The best thinking happens when I sweep, no distractions, (other than the thought enhancing music) no people, just me, the broom, floor and dust. Its therapeutic in a way. When I lived in flat 23 I swept that floor, near enough every morning come rain or shine. It became a ritual, not on purpose but it did. I am a man very afraid of commitment, i do not know why…with most things too, people, time, money behaviours. But sweeping came naturally. Cooking was fun whilst it lasted but sweeping is so easy. so rewarding. nothing beats a clean and tidy floor. I want to find a routine, i strive for a routine but have yet to find it, i think its either forced or you find it. Routine is essential, otherwise it will kill you. Perhaps i do have a routine, im not yet dead, i just dont know it yet. Anyway, back to the song. what great words. what great questsions. How many special people change? Well, the thing is special people, successful people, people that have aura about them, they are different, youre not meant to do what other people do, special people change from convention.=== how many lives are living strange. Ive said it for the longest time, if youre not weird, your boring. this song asks the question. live strange success will come. dont try to be what people want, they take one look and theyve seen it before. those that follow, grind and work there ass off are followers of the system, they do what the system wants hence they are rewarded with big salaries etc, systematic fanatics i call them. to be truly successful, and just in the sense of the word, do something different. Where were you while we were getting high….I watched a video once, a philosophical video from the school of life you need to live with friends, with people around you. Sometimes it gets too much, you leave you go off on one, believe you are better yourself. But people are social animals. I hope to do that one day, live with my friends somewhere. and not to be asked the question, where were you while we were getting high.

But what is a champagne supernova? I connected it to the very ideas i had had this morning, the sort of explosion in your brain when an idea occurs that is immediately proceeded by another, the connection of one thought to another that makes so much sense, so clear, so fine and specific. a champagne supernova. i googled supernova…

Incredible.