I remember when the song first came out, it really resonated for me, but at the same time I did not consider myself a survivor of anything but myself, so I did not identify with it beyond perhaps a greater subconscious connection. It was a subject not many wrote about - perhaps Pat Benatar's Hell is for Children was one.
Luka was playing when a friend of mine laughed at it and called the lyrics stupid. I knew what it was about - and so I asked if he did. But he just mimicked "My name is Luka, my name is Luka" as if the lyrics were that mindless. When I suggested he listen to the lyrics more carefully, he really had a moment. I just remember that when he understood what the song was about, it was a like a sudden transformation for him - and liked the song thereafter. I suppose like anything else, so many of us hear without listening, look without seeing. I'm certainly no less guilty than anyone else. So I don't know why I mention this memory around the song Still posted, but we are talking about what these songs mean to us, and so that is what this one means to me.
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