On Losing Yourself (Instructions Only)
Recently, I rekindled
A favorite band -
"Well, I am an idiot walking
A tightrope of fortune and fame."
I happened across old cds
Like those Grateful Dead records
people put aside to collect dust.
"I am an acrobat swinging trapezes
through circles of flame."
You know how it feels sometimes?
In order to lose yourself, you give yourself
To an explorer of the unseen.
"If you've never stared off into the distance,
Then your life is a shame."
Who coaxes music forth from which
He alone has access, and brings
It into shine in the firmament of your world.
"And though I'll never forget your face,
sometimes I can't remember my name."
When not even whiskey will make
you lose yourself tonight.
"So I gave up my seat at the bar
and I head for the door."
You just want to get lost
in this crazy dustbowl of stars
And know tomorrow will be better
But -
"The price of a memory is the
memory of the sorrow it brings."
A favorite band -
"Well, I am an idiot walking
A tightrope of fortune and fame."
I happened across old cds
Like those Grateful Dead records
people put aside to collect dust.
"I am an acrobat swinging trapezes
through circles of flame."
You know how it feels sometimes?
In order to lose yourself, you give yourself
To an explorer of the unseen.
"If you've never stared off into the distance,
Then your life is a shame."
Who coaxes music forth from which
He alone has access, and brings
It into shine in the firmament of your world.
"And though I'll never forget your face,
sometimes I can't remember my name."
When not even whiskey will make
you lose yourself tonight.
"So I gave up my seat at the bar
and I head for the door."
You just want to get lost
in this crazy dustbowl of stars
And know tomorrow will be better
But -
"The price of a memory is the
memory of the sorrow it brings."
posted by ... at 9:00 PM
12 Comments:
what a long strange trip its been...made friends with the devil too.
more instructions..please?
Made friends with the devil? In Tangier? Omaha? Where is that bastard? Tell him I'm looking for him.
And I wish I had more instructions, darling. I wish I did.
Reminds me of weighing scales in the market of memories...
Metaphorical, of course. But the heaviness, sometimes -- man oh man, how real.
It's all in the gait, I suppose. ^_^
(Oh, I don't forget faces, too. And voices. And where I've seen or heard them. But I'm horrible with names and dates. Hah.)
I like that bright outlook. I think that works most of the time. And you upstage me without even trying. I don't mind it a bit. :)
Names and dates are too definite for you, pangga? Eh, I wouldn't mind growing my hair long and forgetting my name, either.
(I rather like seeing my comments appear every other time. It gives me more time to be full of myself. Now pardon me while I head out to the balcony to smoke a cigar in my power suit.)
Will be back to comment on your recent work, when I'm not sleepwalking, but wanted to say "Hey", "hi" and when life stops spiralling, I'll be a better e-mail replier! Waving ~~~~~~
Meanwhile, have I already told you I adore Dostoyevsky? He is my all time favorite writer, depending on my mood because it's hard for me to choose just one!
Back to zzzzzzzzz land 4me.
great lyrics. who are they?
gel - A big Hello to you, too. And by all means, get some rest.
I think Dostoevsky's fabulous, but yeah, you're right, most of it depends on mood. I always have a few books going at the same time. I'll choose which to read at any given time depending on my mood and how much I feel like concentrating, you know?
bismuth - Hey, there.
The lyrics are from
Mrs. Potter's Lullaby by the Counting Crows. Are you a fan? If not, give 'em a spin. I think you'd like them. "Round Here" is probably my all-time favorite melancholy song. The kind of melancholy that makes you feel gentle inside and puts a smile on your face.
Ô¿Ô:- Oh, yes, I do know. Favorites, for music, poetry, and prose all depend upon mood for me. Dostoyevsky definitely is not light reading.
I cannot even think of the correct philospher's name whom I should be able to quote for reasons why I am awake at this unearthly hour? I came in here because your blog and some other choice other ones are like a home with no expectations. Plus, I smile at the Beatle photo.
On that note, I'm turning on Beatle music.
It does seem to make sense
to find ones self
one must first be lost...
right words at the right time ...
Very much enjoyed my time spent strolling through your site...as a poet and an avid reader, I found it both enlightening and enriching. I thank you...
gel - Unearthly hour!? Heh. Why, you're just in time for the sunrise!
If you think of the quote, hit me. I'm always game for some wisdom. And kick off your shoes. Or keep them on. Definitely no expectations here.
What Beatles song did you flip to?
ozy - Hmmm. Yeah, that does make sense, I think.
prepwdb7 - Your name changed right before my eyes! Magic.
It seems like the right words for a lot of us these days, huh?
whtl - Thanks a million for the visit and for your words. I popped into your site briefly but didn't have time to share thoughts. I loved your style, and I'll be sure to return.
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