Threw you the obvious
And you flew with it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million, say:
Difficult enough to feel a little bit
Disappointed, passed over.
When I've looked right through,
To see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me
Well I threw you the obvious,
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy.
Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see,
See through it all,
See through,
And see you.
So I threw you the obvious
Do you see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy
Well, oh well..
Apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing at all.
You don't
You don't
You don't see me
You don't
You don't
You don't see me
You don't
You don't
You don't see me
You don't
You don't
You don't see me at all
~3 Libras, A Perfect Circle.

I love that song. It doesn't sound as sad as it is, it really doesn't. I remember when I first heard it. It was back in February, probably. I was hanging out in the caf with the usual suspects, and Alex had his iPod. I swear that thing was attached at his hip. He'd been humming a song for a week or more, as was his wont. When he got a song stuck in his head, boy was it stuck there. Anyway, the song was "Weak and Powerless" also by A Perfect Circle. Well, I liked that so I went back to the beginning of the artist playlist. And the first song was 3 Libras. And it struck me right from the beginning. The intro is haunting in its beauty, and the lyrics struck me too, particularly the "eyes of a fallen angel,/ eyes of a tragedy" lines. Mainly, I suppose, because I always seem to relate to the fallen, the leftover, the tragic figure that isn't in a tragedy. The everyday tragic, like seeing a well used, well loved doll or teddy bear sitting on the side of the road, forgotten, forlorn, run over like yesterday's newspaper. There will always be the grand tragedies, the Romeos, the Juliets, the West Side Stories, the bombing victims, those who lose their lives for no rhyme or reason. But there are everyday tragedies too, the forgotten things, the overlooked things, the people who go about their business never looking up, never seeing the forest for the trees, never taking the moment to admire where the are, just trying to get where they are going. The people are forgotten by themselves, and so those who take the time to look around, to see the trees and the forest, who look at the city even though they know it is there, they are forgotten moreseo. Because the world passes by without a glance.