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Songs and Stories
I love this time of year; even the weeds are pretty. I have to keep refraining from picking dandelions or Queen Anne's Lace to put in my hair. But that's not what this entry is about.
I was humming on the bus, and thinking about music. Since hearing an a capella version (on WERS 88.9's weekend a capella show, which Wolf introduced me to), I woke up three days running with the Verve Pipe's "Freshmen" (lyrics in first comment) running through my head. I remember loving that song, and I've always wanted to write the story it suggests to me (boy and girl have affair, girl gets pregnant and has abortion, boy castigates her for it [either he disagreed or he changes his mind afterwards], girl kills herself) if I could pull it off without it being a giant wallowing melodrama, of course.
The song I woke up with today, though, is Leslie Fish's "Hope Eyrie" (lyrics in second comment). I don't know why I neglected to post it on Monday the 20th; maybe I had an attack of ennui and thought doing so would be cliched. If I get a chance I may do a voice post and sing it; probably not today, since I'm exhausted (Eva kept us up all night).
Of course, by the time I've written this, the day has rather thoroughly irritated me. C'est la vie, I suppose. It's still beautiful outside and air conditioned in here.
*wanders off humming*
I was humming on the bus, and thinking about music. Since hearing an a capella version (on WERS 88.9's weekend a capella show, which Wolf introduced me to), I woke up three days running with the Verve Pipe's "Freshmen" (lyrics in first comment) running through my head. I remember loving that song, and I've always wanted to write the story it suggests to me (boy and girl have affair, girl gets pregnant and has abortion, boy castigates her for it [either he disagreed or he changes his mind afterwards], girl kills herself) if I could pull it off without it being a giant wallowing melodrama, of course.
The song I woke up with today, though, is Leslie Fish's "Hope Eyrie" (lyrics in second comment). I don't know why I neglected to post it on Monday the 20th; maybe I had an attack of ennui and thought doing so would be cliched. If I get a chance I may do a voice post and sing it; probably not today, since I'm exhausted (Eva kept us up all night).
Of course, by the time I've written this, the day has rather thoroughly irritated me. C'est la vie, I suppose. It's still beautiful outside and air conditioned in here.
*wanders off humming*
Freshmen by The Verve Pipe
When I was young and knew everything
And she a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken
Sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice no...
I can't be held responsible
Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
(Chorus)
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
My best friend took a week's
Vacation to forget her
His girl took a week's worth of
Valium and slept
Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his
Head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really
Wept he says
I can't be held responsible
Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
(Chorus)
We've tried to wash our hands of all of this
We never talk of our lack in relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our
Heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip
We'd say
I can't be held responsible
Cause she was touching her face
And I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place
(Chorus)x2
For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and
We'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
(SECOND TIME)
we were merely freshmen
we were only freshmen
Hope Eyrie by Leslie Fish
Copyright ©1975 by Leslie Fish
Copyright assigned to Random Factors
Worlds grow old and suns grow cold
And death we never can doubt.
Time's cold wind, wailing down the past,
Reminds us that all flesh is grass
And history's lamps blow out.
But the Eagle has landed; tell your children when.
Time won't drive us down to dust again.
Cycles turn while the far stars burn,
And people and planets age.
Life's crown passes to younger lands,
Time brushes dust of hope from his hands
And turns another page.
But the Eagle has landed; tell your children when.
Time won't drive us down to dust again.
But we who feel the weight of the wheel
When winter falls over our world
Can hope for tomorrow and raise our eyes
To a silver moon in the opened skies
And a single flag unfurled.
But the Eagle has landed; tell your children when.
Time won't drive us down to dust again.
We know well what Life can tell:
If you would not perish, then grow.
And today our fragile flesh and steel
Have laid our hands on a vaster wheel
With all of the stars to know
That the Eagle has landed; tell your children when.
Time won't drive us down to dust again.
From all who tried out of history's tide,
Salute for the team that won.
And the old Earth smiles at her children's reach,
The wave that carried us up the beach
To reach for the shining sun.
For the Eagle has landed; tell your children when.
Time won't drive us down to dust again.
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I remember loving that song too. I think that cd was my first one ever actually.
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Now I'm trying to remember my first CD...
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*dammit*
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