Obsession

"How I Became The Bomb" is my new obsession, or more specific their single "Ulay, Oh". I fell down the internet rabbit hole the other day. You know how it is … you start looking for stores that sell crochet needles and end up looking at videos of surfing dogs. Anyway. I found myself on YouTube looking at a performance piece by Marina Abramović. The clip shows her having a surprise encounter with former lover and fellow artist Uwe Laysiepen after decades apart. I watched the video at least 4 times in a row. The music haunted me. So of course I had to purchase it as well as look up the lyrics. 

There she was like a picture.

There she was, she was just the same.
There she was; he just had to know that she had forgot his name.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.

Thinking back to the last time.
On the wall as they turned away.
Walking back; was it just a dream or did he hear her say?
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.

Trying his best to forget her.
Trying his best to just keep his stride.
Kept his word, but he knows he heard
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.

There she was like a picture.
There she was, she was just the same.
There she was; he just had to know she had not forgot his name.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.

There he was like his picture.
There he was; he was just the same.
There he was. He could never know she could never give his name.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.

Thinking back to the last time.
On the wall as he turned away.
Turning back, did he even know?
Did he ever hear her say
Ulay, Ulay, Oh?

Trying her best to foget him.
Trying her best just to keep her stride.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.
There they were like the picture.
There they were, they were just the same.
There they were, but he walked away and her eyes could only say
Ulay, Ulay, Oh.

Obsession comes in many forms. Good and bad. Sad and happy. But most of the time is happens in a form that cannot be understood.