I'm shocked that no one's posted anything here yet! This is a freaking great song!
I never really questioned what this song was about. "Reality in Motion." Sounds like someone got too high and they can't deal with some normal situation, right? Well, it's very possible that this was inspired, but mostly I think it's about hitting on girls. And boy, is that relatable
A story:
Today I was tabling for a club I'm in on the main avenue that runs through my college. It's early, I'm groggy, [It's way too real, I'm way too sober] and my shift is two hours, so I settle in as best I can and play some music. I begin to yell at passersby, advertising my club, but no luck. As yet another disinterested, pre-Haas jocktard walks by, [Trying to be patient but I'm feeling ancient] I spot a girl manning the booth directly across the way. [It made my heart run in circles and overflow] She was absolutely gorgeous, well in my opinion at least. She wore her hair in a cute side braid had on a long, bright fuchsia quilt-style scarf that seemed to illuminate her face. Her smile was radiant. [And I was closer than ever to feeling alive] A girl (let's call her Muse girl) I'd been talking to was, coincidentally, at the booth next to hers. Muse girl came over and said hi, though it wasn't particularly sincere and I had a feeling it was mostly to make up for the fact that she'd stood me up last Sunday. [Making such a promise / Only leads to heartache, closer to an earthquake] It left a bitter taste in my mouth. After she left, I caught Scarf girl looking at me out of the corner of my eye. [Not that I was waiting, vision ever fading] At about this time my good buddy Juan comes up to my booth to chat. It turns out he has an hour break before his next class, and so he sits down to give me some company. I acquaint him with the situation. At first, he doesn't think she's cute enough, but I keep pointing out her scarf and how it frames her face perfectly. Still doesn't agree. We hear the belltower toll, letting out a swarm of students, and Juan and I redouble our efforts to advertise. We tag team the crowd, cracking jokes, aggressively flyering, and actually convincing a few people to join. When it finally dies down, I make eye contact with the girl. She smiled, just a little, and turned to her friend to say something. "Juan, I'm gonna go hit on that girl," I said. "Okay," he replied. "Do it." And I sat. Shit, man, it's harder than you think. I kept looking over on the down low, trying to be sly, as Juan berated me for my cowardice. [Trying to control the way that I'm facing] She was talking to a few guys about her club [Usually they've got you covered all over] and Juan astutely observed that they'd been there talking way too long. Sure enough, I see both Scarf girl and one of the guys pull out their phones and, presumably, exchange numbers. "Great, I'm not even the first." [Suppose that I didn't care anymore / Fate can decide, I can ignore] Just then, an Asian girl came up to our booth, though she didn't seem particularly interested in our event. She stayed even after taking a flyer, a bit unusual, and so elaborated on our cause and how we were saving babies in Africa (we literally are). She nodded, agreed readily, and immediately put her email down when I asked. When she left, Juan turned to me and matter-of-factly stated "she was all over you." I denied this, but he pointed out her body language, how she asked for my name, etc etc. Suddenly, I was emboldened. [Heading for the deep end] I look at my watch: five minutes til class starts. It's now or never. [Decisions are approaching, reality in motion] The guys around her have left. [There's no one else around you] I stand up and make eye contact with Scarf girl, and she smiles. My heart skips a beat. I'm walking towards her. [I just need to breathe out] It's now or never--
"Hey, I've been over there all day and ... So you're, like, the head honcho then ... Yeah, exactly! And then I said ... I'd love to! ... Sure, so is it ... Well, I've got class ... Oh ... Oh, yeah ...
...
"Hey, before I leave, can I get your number?"
"Sure!"
I wish that happened.
I chickened out.
Everything else is true.
As I walked to class, I thought about whether I'd see her again. I knew I'd missed my chance, either way. Scarf girl will disappear into the legends of my life as yet another time I almost. It makes me a little sad.
I'm shocked that no one's posted anything here yet! This is a freaking great song!
I never really questioned what this song was about. "Reality in Motion." Sounds like someone got too high and they can't deal with some normal situation, right? Well, it's very possible that this was inspired, but mostly I think it's about hitting on girls. And boy, is that relatable
A story:
Today I was tabling for a club I'm in on the main avenue that runs through my college. It's early, I'm groggy, [It's way too real, I'm way too sober] and my shift is two hours, so I settle in as best I can and play some music. I begin to yell at passersby, advertising my club, but no luck. As yet another disinterested, pre-Haas jocktard walks by, [Trying to be patient but I'm feeling ancient] I spot a girl manning the booth directly across the way. [It made my heart run in circles and overflow] She was absolutely gorgeous, well in my opinion at least. She wore her hair in a cute side braid had on a long, bright fuchsia quilt-style scarf that seemed to illuminate her face. Her smile was radiant. [And I was closer than ever to feeling alive] A girl (let's call her Muse girl) I'd been talking to was, coincidentally, at the booth next to hers. Muse girl came over and said hi, though it wasn't particularly sincere and I had a feeling it was mostly to make up for the fact that she'd stood me up last Sunday. [Making such a promise / Only leads to heartache, closer to an earthquake] It left a bitter taste in my mouth. After she left, I caught Scarf girl looking at me out of the corner of my eye. [Not that I was waiting, vision ever fading] At about this time my good buddy Juan comes up to my booth to chat. It turns out he has an hour break before his next class, and so he sits down to give me some company. I acquaint him with the situation. At first, he doesn't think she's cute enough, but I keep pointing out her scarf and how it frames her face perfectly. Still doesn't agree. We hear the belltower toll, letting out a swarm of students, and Juan and I redouble our efforts to advertise. We tag team the crowd, cracking jokes, aggressively flyering, and actually convincing a few people to join. When it finally dies down, I make eye contact with the girl. She smiled, just a little, and turned to her friend to say something. "Juan, I'm gonna go hit on that girl," I said. "Okay," he replied. "Do it." And I sat. Shit, man, it's harder than you think. I kept looking over on the down low, trying to be sly, as Juan berated me for my cowardice. [Trying to control the way that I'm facing] She was talking to a few guys about her club [Usually they've got you covered all over] and Juan astutely observed that they'd been there talking way too long. Sure enough, I see both Scarf girl and one of the guys pull out their phones and, presumably, exchange numbers. "Great, I'm not even the first." [Suppose that I didn't care anymore / Fate can decide, I can ignore] Just then, an Asian girl came up to our booth, though she didn't seem particularly interested in our event. She stayed even after taking a flyer, a bit unusual, and so elaborated on our cause and how we were saving babies in Africa (we literally are). She nodded, agreed readily, and immediately put her email down when I asked. When she left, Juan turned to me and matter-of-factly stated "she was all over you." I denied this, but he pointed out her body language, how she asked for my name, etc etc. Suddenly, I was emboldened. [Heading for the deep end] I look at my watch: five minutes til class starts. It's now or never. [Decisions are approaching, reality in motion] The guys around her have left. [There's no one else around you] I stand up and make eye contact with Scarf girl, and she smiles. My heart skips a beat. I'm walking towards her. [I just need to breathe out] It's now or never--
"Hey, I've been over there all day and ... So you're, like, the head honcho then ... Yeah, exactly! And then I said ... I'd love to! ... Sure, so is it ... Well, I've got class ... Oh ... Oh, yeah ...
...
"Hey, before I leave, can I get your number?"
"Sure!"
I wish that happened. I chickened out. Everything else is true.
As I walked to class, I thought about whether I'd see her again. I knew I'd missed my chance, either way. Scarf girl will disappear into the legends of my life as yet another time I almost. It makes me a little sad.
Talk about a heartache!
@Outthere Amazing story. Although I don't know if the song addresses club tabling specifically, it fits perfectly!
@Outthere Amazing story. Although I don't know if the song addresses club tabling specifically, it fits perfectly!