Monday, October 09, 2006

Soundtracking the evening

This is a night of music for me, and for a change, it's not music selected by the womanchild. She's got good taste in music and has introduced me to a lot of good indie stuff, and I've taught her about the masters like Van Morrison, The Beatles, The Eagles. However, I can't stand competing sound, so whoever gets their volume up first wins. However, it's good to have my hands on the buttons tonight. Lyrics are calling me, and bits and pieces of random disparate tunes are filling my head. It's not the tunes, though they won't leave me either, and my mood is changing with every song.

These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there's only future
There's only here, there's only now

Oh your smiling face, your gracious presence
The fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
Crying freedom in the night

These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one magician
Turned the water into wine

These are days of the endless dancing and the
Long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When I'm holding you oh, so tight

These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
Turned water into wine

These are the days now that we must savour
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You've got to hold them in your heart.

My goodness, on just how many levels does this song work? It seems that all at once I'm flooded with bittersweet wistfulness, gratitude,romance and religious awe. Just how does Van Morrison do that? And thinking of bittersweet...

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road
I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you
to the places where all the veins meet yeah,

No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no

Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds
that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine,
let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and
there's nobody singing to me now.

Such powerful music, such sad lyrics. This is how life feels sometimes, stuck in survival mode, longing for more, believing that there must be more, and that the possibility is in you, but it feels so impossible. No, I've got to move on.

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be Heroes, just for one day

And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that

Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing,nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns shot above our heads(over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall(nothing could fall)
And the shame was on the other side

Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes, just for one day
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be Heroes

We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day

Another damn combination of pain and hope. These songs are reaching the infernal, eternal emotional whiplash of being me. The music is going on random rotation.

Talk about whiplash. Foggy Mountain Breakdown on next. Thank God/dess for my inner hillbilly. You just can't stay too serious with banjos in your ear.

3 Comments:

Blogger Robbie said...

Hey! I tried to comment last night on your proud mama moment but the internet wasn't cooperate. She's beautiful and he is indeed talented.

I never really pay attention to lyrics then all the sudden the words will seep into my conscious and bam it's like an awakening. I love the last song's lyrics. It makes me wonder what the writer was trying to express. It's one of those songs that is individual to the listener. Y'ah know?

:-)

October 10, 2006 8:13 AM  
Blogger Paul said...

Interesting saga about Bittersweet Symphony--The Verve has to pay royalties for sampling the string part from an obscure version of the Rolling Stones' "This Could Be the Last Time", which, in turn, was thought to have been adapted from a spiritual by the Staple Singers.

October 10, 2006 1:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love all those songs..

now i'm sad

October 10, 2006 4:14 PM  

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