In the 1980s, I was obsessed with Stewart Copeland’s soundtrack to the movie Rumble Fish. Maybe I was also a little obsessed with the movie Rumble Fish. I don’t remember if I read S.E. Hinton’s novel Rumble Fish. I think I should probably just get her books into my Nook e-reader and read or reread them all. I wonder if I will still enjoy them as I did when I was young? P.S. I want to write Rumble Fish one more time.
Sometimes when I look at Superman in his display case, I start hearing “Don’t Box Me In” in my head. It has such a great 80s sound.
I figured he might like a visit from these 80s Ladies: Cyndi Lauper, Joan Jett, and Debbie Harry.
You walk
I’ll run
And follow right behind you
You call
I’ll come
And I won’t remember where I come from
Over there
At the end of the bar
This fish keeps swimming
In a jar
I feel
A tug on the line
Which end
Will I be on this time?
Don’t box me in
Don’t box me in
One day
I’ll show them
Just what I’m made of
There’ll be
A time
When I won’t remember what I was afraid of
And I’ll be swimming
In the sea
No banging on this glass
For me
My eyes saw red
When my life turned blue
So I’m leaving
Everything that’s true
And I’ll jump into
A brand new skin
And then you won’t be able
To box me in
Don’t box me in
Don’t box me in
Don’t box me in
Let go!
There’s a few places ’round
That I’ve never been
There’s an ocean out there
That I gotta swim
There’s a river that flows
Right past my door
I wonder…
I wonder…
What?!
And if sometimes
I can’t seem to talk
You’ll know this blackboard lacks
A piece of chalk
Don’t box me in
I told you not to
Don’t box me in
Don’t box me in
Let go!
While I’m at it, I probably should spring for the soundtrack. Also, word: Never try to box me in. I have unpredictable and unpleasant (for you) reactions.