So I’m looking up the lyrics to today’s song, The Kinks’ ‘This Time Tomorrow,’ on songmeanings.net, one of my favorite sites for such things. The site invites readers to post interpretations of the lyrics and often the comments are quite astute.
And right at the top of the ‘This Time Tomorrow’ thread is the following comment from a person calling himself Jason Bourne:
i bet a bunch of n00bs will comment on this once Darjeeling Limited comes out.
Bite me, Jason Bourne.
I am indeed such a n00b, having never encountered this song (to my knowledge) before hearing it used in Anderson’s 2007 film. The movie, though solid, was Anderson’s weakest effort to date but as in all of his films the use of music is spot-on.
He uses several Kinks songs in this film and their inclusion led me to buy the Lola vs. the Powerman album that features two of them (including this one). Just as I purchased The Rolling Stones’ Aftermath and Between the Buttons after discovering songs featured in Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums.
Jason Bourne’s snide comment exhibits an ugly sort of elitism, the kind that says there is a right way and a wrong way to discover new music. I might be an elitist in some ways but definitely not in that way. I love discovering music through movies and TV shows, magazine articles and Amazon’s “If you like this…” suggestions. You name it.
There is no wrong way to fall for a song.
On a spaceship somewhere, sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow what will we know?
Will we still be here watching an in-flight movie show?
I’ll leave the sun behind me
And I watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below me
I can see the world and it ain’t so big at all
This time tomorrow, what will we see?
Fields full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
Leave the sun behind me
And watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I’m in perpetual motion
And the world below doesn’t matter much to me
This time tomorrow, where will we be?
On a spaceship somewhere, sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow