As you know, I am an occasional molester of musical instruments, and since I’m far too much of an anarchist to like following other people’s music to the note and far too undisciplined, if truth be told, to play music at all, I make up my own stuff.
I’ve had some interesting times lately, and I’m reminded of a rather tongue-in-cheek song I wrote a few years ago. I think it might be about the futility of optimism, but don’t let that put you off: it makes me smile (or possibly grimace). Hope you’ll smile too. Pics of grimaces welcome. I want to start a collection. Here goes:
Entropy.
Is that the way it’s meant to be?
Everything is breaking down around me
Turning into dust
Like science says it must
Like science says it must
But I believe I’m going to make it
I believe I’m going to win
And life’s a glorious garden
I am living in
Fire.
Brightest fire burning
Burning to the sky
But you will die
Burn yourself to dust
Like science says you must
But I believe I’m going to make it
I believe I’m going to win
And life’s a glorious garden
I am living in
Crying.
Tell me why I’m crying
Dying all the time
Will life be mine
Or will I turn to dust
Like science says I must
Like science says I must
But I believe I’m going to make it
I believe I’m going to win
And life’s a glorious garden
I am living in
PS: if anyone comments 'LOL', I will personally track them down and do optimistic things to them, and it'll serve them right! This is art! Art, I tell you!
ReplyDeleteThis IS ART! I like the juxtaposition of the optimistic flavor with the inevitability of death... the quintessential human experience. (Really, that's what I got out of it.)
ReplyDeleteYou, my dear, are art. Them's the facts.
I agree with PAMO, you are art. I think you're a pretty amazing person.
ReplyDeleteI rape music every chance I get !!!
ReplyDeleteJust remember that the great Heavy Metal movement of the 1980's teaches us that all lyrics rhyme with "Kill your cats for Satan".
ReplyDeleteI am tone deaf, a serious flaw in how I would have chosen to create myself. I like the idea of music and can sense the poetry to it but in modern music especially the screeches drown out the message. I am not sure that dust is a bad thing, I create it all the time in my shop and it hangs over me like a cloud of hope!
ReplyDelete"LOL" just kidding. Actually I think it's beautiful and full of meaning, you truly are an artist. ;)
ReplyDeletecool poem. :)
ReplyDeleteIt is a reflection of the seesaw of my thoughts and emotions of late. Well written - love stuff like this.
ReplyDeleteMM it takes me on a journey. Use it oe lose it.... so good to see it 'out there'
ReplyDeleteI am back, my new found friend, Andrea, and I checked out perfect with the doctor! saw the whole damn thing on television, pink as could be! but here is the thought I've carried with me since reading this post: Optimism isn't about changing the future or altering what will be. It is the ability to laugh about it all and to know that you have been alive and danced in a warm summer rain, and though taken to the edge of hell you can still smile because you have been loved.
ReplyDeleteI can't find a place on your blog site to e-mail you directly!!! Someplace you ask for reading reccomendations so I have one to offer!
ReplyDelete"West with the Night" by Beryl Markham, available through Amazon in used paper back for a couple bucks and worth several hundred times more! It takes place in Africa (well, that narrows it down!), is basically about a woman coming to terms with herself: she is pretty amazing! But the REAL REASON I loved this book (in the "top ten"!) is her descriptive language; she is a wonderful writer. I bought ten copies just to give out for Christmas gifts. You will enjoy this book, I guarantee it!
Hello. I've been a bit scarce - had to get away and sort out some of my mom's business.
ReplyDeletePAMO: you've got the gift of the gab for sure! I ought to preview this sort of thing with you and get the right words. Well done, well done!
Clipped wings: Speak for yourself! :)
Heff: Yay!
Grant: Damn: I thought that the quintessinal heavy metal lyric went 'Yaaaaaarrrrrgggghhh' - I'll have to change my sing-along strategy.
Stonepost: It depends on how one screeches :) Actually, most of the vocalists I enjoy are either neo-classical opera-singers or gutteral roarers. Glad you turned out all pink - long may that remain so! You're very poetic. Inspiring. I might have a post brewing thanks to your input there. Oh! And thanks for the book recommendation! I'll look out for that next time I venture into that scarily budget-breaking bookshop.
I do have this blog linked to an email address - but I hardly ever check it. Having decided that there's nothing to be lost from doing so, I hereby divulge my primary email addie for anyone who'd like it: andrea@newplant.co.za.