A Bic Runga Concert - cont'd

It seems the other guy at her concert is pretty famous.
He played the piano, so I had him identified as the pianist.
Apparently he was Neil Finn.

WOW !!!


A famous NZ singer songwriter.
Often lauded as the southern Hemisphere's Paul McCartney.
The older crowd might remember him from the band Crowded House


I liked her last song that she chose for her encore.

DRIVE
by Bic Runga



I don't know why...
But, besides from the catchy tune, this song really describes me.
Many of my past loves and loss involves some drive.

I know it's late now I know I ought to go
Ride in your car now but please don't drop me home

A borrowed Proton Saga... without a valid license.
A was probably very stupid and very young then.
A good friend who lent me his Perodua Kancil to speed around the KL nights.
The Mitsubishi Mirage that was bought in 2000 that I learnt to (legally) drive in.
Another good friend's Proton Satria, that since has been modified...
An older 6th Generation 1997 Honda EK Civic Sedan that used to belong to my mother.
My new Mazda 3... also known as the Mazda Axela in Japan.



I'm sure many guys can identify with what I am saying.

You have those deep and meaningful conversations with some girl in your car.
The slow dance and the negotiations of relationships.

Promise me maybes and say things you don't mean

She is there and just is... to be cute with you.
Your laughter and her kisses.
The both of you should probably get some sleep... dawn is approaching.
But, together... your sweetest embrace.

You may have taken her to the hilltops to see the sweeping views of the city.
Or, parked beside the ocean to smell the salty breeze.

Eating burgers and burritos in my car.
Or, a quick bite having gone through a McDonald's drive-thru late at night.

I like the gardens around Melbourne in the spring.
There are the birds that flock above the Bolte bridge in the summer.
Then comes the beautiful quilt of red and brown leaves along St Kilda Rd in the autumn.
And, to just sit with her and listen to the radio in deep winter.

Now just for us, they could play our favourite tune

It is never hard to remember your past break ups and then the sweeter make ups...
The angry shouts and the long silences.
And, she said, "I don't want to talk about it."

Let's not discuss all these things we can't undo

And, the end of those real relationships where you take long aimless drives after.

Rain fall from concrete coloured sky
No boy, don't speak now you just
Drive, drive, drive
speed me through
make me feel alive, alive
When I ride with you