David Bowie
I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-Changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time
This song started simmering in my head a couple of hours ago. At first it was just a gentle background melody tickling my brain....almost like pleasant muzak (is that an oxymoron?).Then it evolved to snippets of the song. Bits and pieces that floated in from my subconscious and then flitted quickly out again - with one phrase in particular repeating itself more than others. Eventually, it began to get louder and more insistent...building into a dull roar - refusing to let me ignore it any longer. I can't get this song to now stop. It's on constant repeat. With that one phrase repeating more frequently than it is in the song.
And I know why.
I always have sought meaning for my circumstances and situations from lyrics and from poetry. Sometimes I think that I read too much into either or both. And this time, my subconscious did it for me.
I've been ruminating about a challenge of sorts posed to me. A rather tempting offer. Been thinking about it almost constantly for the awake parts of my life since it was presented. Trying to wrap my head around the many different layers...while at the same time trying to *not* get wrapped around the axle either.
Not easy. Not impossible. But not easy.
Interesting.
Not many people can challenge me properly. Or rather have me *take* the challenge. It has to be a careful balance of engaging & intriguing me without alienating me. It was quite the skillful [mental] seduction, very artful indeed.
The cynic in me would say that I have been mindfucked.
I'm choosing not to listen to her, but to listen to the music instead.
Image by Sanders McNew, taken Spring 2007
1 comment:
Cynics are such cowards don't you think. Everyone I ever met was the kid who didn't get picked at recess and decided to retreat and read instead. Easier to be smarter than the crowd than to be in the crowd. Eventually they find they've retreated so much they can't make the transition back. They like all the "in" bands that you've never heard of . The nice restaurant that never gets reviewed. They always find themselves disappointed when the band "sells out" and goes commercial. If you've ever felt betrayed by a band - you are a cynic. If you hung on to lps and argued the sound was better and resisted cds: you're a cynic. Get off the porch and join the parade! This is it - the curtain's up, there is no final dress rehearsal.
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