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Story: 37 Angel & 'Story driven' music clip

"Youth is, after all, just a moment, but it is the moment, the spark that you always carry in your heart."
- Raisa Gorbachev


37 Angel





She is beautiful.
Not a real Princess.
But a Princess to me.
I do not know her name though I have seen her before. On the train platform. This time, I want to be sure. I must find out where.
I hurry, head down, so I don’t attract attention. People only remember you when they’ve seen into your eyes.
I dress simply. I am unremarkable.
Not like her.
She’s a Glowing Star.
Can’t they see? It almost blinds me.
Of course they can’t.
Their dullness surrounds them, so much so that they become blinded. If only they knew the jewels that swim amongst them.
I keep her in view, but don’t get too close.
I weave among the people, the mushrooms. They remind me of mushrooms. I don’t know why.
I can’t see her face from here. If I cross the street, I will have to keep watch and give myself away.



I keep my patience. I am patient. A patient patient, my Dad once said, before he went AWOL. I can wait months. One time, it was years.
Not this one.
She is too special.
The crowd thins out.
She heads into the internet map of suburban streets. I back off. Just enough.
She has headphones in. Clueless. A good sign.
Her hips are thin, slimmer than the others, slightly younger but for some reason I want this one more.
A dog barks.
‘Shit.’ A yappy little rodent. Have to remember to avoid next time, but at least I know.
When I look up, she is gone.
Entered a house, but which one?
No one about, I walk faster. I must find out which. Can only be one of several, better to find out now. Save hours of risky drive-bys. I would do it though. This one’s worth it.
Please. Please.
Just need a little clue. Just one.
There. That sound. Prayers answered. A door shutting. Letterbox. 37. Done.
Got you.
Not Yet.
But I will.

end




I want to share a song I really love that has its genesis in narrative. Listen to the lyrics. It's pure storytelling. Pulp disbanded in the early naughties but Jarvis Cocker continues to write stories in his lyrics with his solo albums, mostly regarding sexual politics and relationships.



If you're not familiar with him or Pulp, I highly recommend you check him out. Outside from the writing, the music is brilliant.

http://www.jarviscocker.net/