My Gen X Playlist: Behind the Wall of Sleep – The Smithereens

My clock is off.

I’ve strung together a few long days and have been dragging a bit. It finally caught up to me.

I fell asleep on the couch at 6:00 and woke up just after midnight. That’s already six hours of sleep. I’ve hit my nightly average and it’s another 6 til morning. I climb into bed hoping to crash out again.

I’m still up.

It’s 3:30 am, I’m weirdly tired yet still unable to fall back asleep. I venture out to the living room. It’s quiet. The refrigerator hum harmonizes with my tinnitus, creating an odd operetta with the voice in my head. I try drafting a blog post, but I’ve got nothing. There’s nothing on Netflix that catches my eye. I’m just left here to wrestle with my thoughts as it continuously pokes a stick at me, not leaving me alone. Unfortunately there’s no off switch. It’s become a staring contest I’m being forced to play, I’m losing badly and unable to look away.

I’m in a haze.

Where am I? Groggy, I sit up on the couch. I look at the time. 5:30. Not bad. At least I got a few more hours of shut eye.

I blink.

At least that’s what it felt like. 6:30. I’ll take it. When they say blink of an eye, that really was a blink of an eye. An hour passed in a mere second. Time can bend in really weird ways sometimes.

Coffee.

If I could insert an intravenous drip, I’d hook myself up right here and now. Caffeine direct to the blood stream. Sounds euphoric. Note to self: new business idea. An intravenous coffee drip. I’ll make millions.

First sip.

Ah. All is right in the world again. The power of coffee. What a wonderful way to start the day. I almost said what a wonderful drug, but I caught myself. I don’t want to decry something so lovely and pure. This is definitely one of my favorite creations.

Second cup.

I’m good. Really good. Wide awake, I begin mental preparation to start the day. Then a couple of stretches. A few deep breaths. I shake out the arms and legs. I look over my shoulder at the clock. It’s time.

Ready. Set. Go.

I’m off.

I finished the post with Green Day’s Brain Stew only to find out I’d already added this song to the playlist already. Delete. It was back to the drawing board.

In my search, I rediscovered the Smithereen’s Behind the Wall of Sleep from the 80’s.

Lead singer Pat DiNizio wrote the lyrics to the song on the back of a cocktail napkin on a flight home from Boston to New York City. The Smithereens had shared a bill with the Boston band The Bristols, whose bassist Kim Ernst had caught DiNizio’s attention. DiNizio: “My crush on her led me to write that on a very hung-over morning after a party in Boston.”

The melody came to DiNizio at the same time: “I’m singing the thing to myself for the whole flight, like a mantra, so I don’t forget it. Then I get stuck in traffic for two hours and I’m nearly losing my mind, because I knew I had a good song.”

Wikipedia

The song is about a guy that falls for a girl he can’t attain and all he can do is think about her in his dreams. That didn’t really match up to my sleepless night, so I was going to pass. But I couldn’t get the melody out of my head, so I relented and it made the list. Such a great song from memory lane.

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She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965
She had legs that never ended
I was halfway paralyzed
She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal
If she asked me to I'd murder, I would gladly lose my soul

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep

She held a bass guitar and she was playing in a band
And she stood just like Bill Wyman
Now I am her biggest fan
Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend
And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep

Got your number from a friend of mine who lives in your hometown
Called you up to have a drink
Your roommate said you weren't around
Now I know I'm one of many who would like to be your friend
And I've got to find a way to let you know I'm not like them

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her behind the wall of sleep
Behind the wall of sleep
Behind the wall of sleep
Behind the wall of sleep