tribute to me

I'm reaching a certain age when you start to call yourself a twenty-something, simply because the numbers aren't so exciting all of a sudden.
The years start accumulating and suddenly you have a lot of birthdays to remember. I remember my 6th birthday most of all. I fell on the floor in the playground and shred my stockings. I played Barbies with a friend all afternoon and got a really cool yellow recorder with a microphone. It was my favourite toy for years to come. Then I remember little bits of other celebrations. I never liked to do much fuss about it but there was always a certain magic in the air on birthdays that made me feel that anything was possible. Maybe it was just a load of Sagittarius...

Most of the birthdays I remember were sunny days, lucky me! The forecast is sunny for tomorrow too and to brighten up my day even more I'm posting Jamie Cullum's Twentysomething because it's the best description of this age that I've ever come across.

The video is excellent because it helps illustrate the song, instead of trying to distract us from it (like many do these days).

If you want to sing along, here's the words:

After years of expensive education,
a car full of books and anticipation,
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
but the World don't need scholars as much as I thought.

Maybe I'll go travelling for a year,
finding myself or start a career.
I could work for the poor though I’m hungry for fame
we all seem so different but we're just the same.

Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat,
aren't things more easy with a tight six pack?
Who knows the answers? Who do you trust?
I can't even separate love from lust.

Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans,
working nine to five answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
drinking eight pints and getting in fights.

I don't want to get up, just let me lie in,
leave me alone, I'm a twenty something.

Maybe I'll just fall in love that could solve it all,
philosophers say that that’s enough,
there surely must be more.

Love ain’t the answer nor is work,
the truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I’m still having fun and I guess that's the key,
I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me.