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But These Wounds Won’t Heal

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I first came across the song Middle of the Bed as a free download from Amazon. The breathy vocals, soft guitar, and vibrating twang of the synth in the background has triggered a variety of memories and thoughts whenever I listen to it.

Sometimes I recall my first trip to Anza-Borrego Desert with my family and eating a packed lunch in the car at Font’s Point. The synth in the background evokes the bumpy, off-road path of Font’s Point with dust kicking up behind the wheels. The warm sound of the song makes me think of the warm air during the spring/summer period and the heat waves that radiate in the distance.

Other times, the lyrics remind me of two guys who flirted with me in high school and college. Both were charming in their own way but as it turns out, I was used as a girl to practice their flirting techniques on before they’d move onto someone more their speed. No dates ever came out of the interactions with them nor did any close physical contact. Just when I thought I had forgotten them, they came back into my life whenever they were single and eager to get out of the single phase.

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