- Holly Searle
- London, United Kingdom
- Holly Searle is a writer and an artist who was made in Soho and thereafter born in the heart of London. She has been blessed with two quite remarkable children and grandchildren whom she adores. She enjoys the company of her friends and the circus that is life, has a degree in Film and Television, and has exhibited her artwork in several exhibition.
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
Something Changed By Holly Searle
Do you believe in love?
I believe in love and romance, and the notion that there is someone for everyone in this crazy world that we all live in.
And for me, one of the most beautiful songs to envisage this notion is Pulp's Something Changed written in part by Jarvis he of the same birthday as me Cocker.
I wrote the song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends.
Life could have been very different but then,
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that one day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today.
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing,
That in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met?
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead?
I dunno but like you said
The fuel of this song's sentiment, has kept me going.
With the tenacity of The Terminator, as the years have passed by at an alarming rate of knots, I have never given up on the randomness of finding love.
And oh boy, how time has flown.
One minute, you appear to be quite nonchalant about its arrival.
But then, one day, in the blink of an eye, an incredible amount of time appears to have passed by.
And it is then that you start checking your watch, and audibly sighing and anxiously tapping your foot.
You start to worry that love's cutting its eventual arrival a bit damn fine and close to the edge for your liking.
And then you enter your Judy Garland period and catch yourself humming The Man that Got Away and a majority of The Carpenters back catalogue, as you lament past loves that you have known throughout your life, worrying endlessly that one of them was it.
And then one day, after far too many Rainy Days And Mondays, you just decide that it's time to move on.
You realise what a wonderful, funny, attractive person you are and you just stop worrying about it all.
You catch yourself looking back at yourself from the bathroom mirror, and you decide that the years haven't been that unkind, and that given the option, you would probably chat yourself up.
This makes you happy, and you smile.
It's a nice smile.
You store away all of the those sad torch songs and opt for the more upbeat positive ones.
You spend a lot of time with your friends. You make time for them as you enjoy their company.
You love laughing and love to hear a funny story.
Life, you decide is quite funny and a pleasure, and that nothing is fixed, or should be expected.
Some days, you like the fact that you can do whatever you please.
But then, you realise what it is that you do miss.
Sometimes when you have been shopping, you return home and get annoyed with yourself because you have forgotten to pick up a certain item.
This realisation is a bit like that.
You come to realise that it isn't so much the love that you miss, but the actual loving.
You also decide that the intimacy that is afforded on a regular basis to those who have another soul with which to share their lives with, is what you are actually are missing most of all.
And yes, while it is highly probably, that in the right situation, you may encounter the opportunity in which to make this intimacy a reality, you know full well, that this isn't what you want.
What you want is it all.
The romance, the courting, the proposal, the wedding, the life that follows on and all the love that holds your hand in its.
Yes, that is what I have finally realised.
Something changed and it was me, and those are my terms.