Visual interpretation of Superman by Stereophonics

A fake, emasculated "Superman", not quite the hero; he is propelled by his own ego. Superman should be able to fly using his powers, but he uses the plane.

Starts off with a penthouse apartment with floor to ceiling windows/walls and it is initially shot in black and white. There is a bed with messed up white linen. A woman with dark hair wearing a button up blouse, barelegged. When the softer bit starts at the beginning she is lying on the bed. During the smooth bits of the song, the camera scans and pans her body and legs entwined in the white linen. She's clutching the linen as if in a bad dream; she is in the throes thereof, which becomes symbolic of the rocky relationship. Musicians perceive their instruments as their love or baby. During the more melodic bit of the song you hear more pronounced guitar sounds in between. The guitar sounds would represented by the colour scenes of the guy playing the guitar, which is interjected between the black and white scenes of the woman on the bed. It signifies his torment in making the right decision. The black and white scenes of the woman would become progressively less as the song goes along.

The song starts picking up in intensity towards the end. The scenes of the guy stroking and playing his guitar now erases the woman's presence from his mind and heart. Colour becomes the truth; he chooses the guitar and the lifestyle of a rock star over her. She is gone from his mind and thoughts. Instead of actually using the imagery of "another woman" he wants to sleep with, the guitar would be used as a metaphor; the lines and planes of the instrument simulating the body of a woman.

Lyrics
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you
You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

You look like Jesus on an aeroplane
Ya head's against the window pane
You got opinions but you ain't got news
You got good laughs but when it suits you

You turn it on like a leaking tap
Dripping dropping people drop of a hat
You gotta mouth but you ain't got guts
That drunken mouth you should keep it shut

You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

Superman on an aeroplane
Sitting next to Lois Lane
You got that woman but you want her gone
So you can sleep with a teenage blonde

You wear a mask, wear an armoured suit
Can't get to you with the gun I shoot
Ya play your cards close to your chest
Because ya poker face is a dreary mess

You don't know what it's been like
Meeting someone like you

Superman on an aeroplane
Sitting next to Lois Lane
You got that woman but you want her gone
So you can fuck a teenage blonde

You turn it on like a leaking tap
Dripping dropping people drop of a hat
You gotta mouth but you ain't got guts
That drunken mouth you should keep it shut

Scared

I don't think people are aware of how scared I am on a daily basis. Scared of making a mistake, being alone, losing a loved one or hearing the dreaded word, no, especially when it comes to my studies. Working and studying, both on a full time basis, is no small feat and I have to push myself way past the point of exhaustion to stay ahead. Granted I do procrastinate and I can be lazy sometimes, but I do try my best. I wonder if it is worth it sometimes? Yes, it is. Me not studying is like a fish in the absence of water. Facts excite me and I love learning new things. It doesn't even have to be in a formal environment. When you expand your mind, you expand your world and your experiences.

All I think about is you

And when the night falls in around me. I dont think I'll make it through. I'll use your light to guide the way 'cause all I think about is you

I have been told by friends that I make life very difficult for myself. That might be true. I loved a man for over two years and even though I dated during that time all I thought about was him. My heart was never my own as it always belonged to him. It was his to have and hold and to treasure or crush between his fingers. I'll never quite forget how he made me feel, how much I loved him and I guess that feeling has not dissipated yet. How do you let go when you loved someone with your entire being? With every single breath I dragged from my lungs and every single beat of my heart, I could not deny these feelings. Jealousy sets in when I think about him with someone else.

Never felt that I measured up to what he wanted in a woman and how I wished I could have been that to him. His one and only. Life is what it is, however. The beauty is that we find someone to love again if we open ourselves up to the possibility. I hope to find that someday and I hope I will get the opportunity to love that way again.