Say goodbye to the future of rock and roll
I digress, I confess, I’m so cynical
Substituting good music for my lost soul
And the residue wreckage of my growing old
We have a new puppy. Her name is Gracie. I am sure she will teach me many things, but she has already demonstrated with unfailing consistency the concept laid out in this song. She starts again every three minutes or so.
Can you please my friend?Give the rules a bend?
Throw the rag in the pail and allow me to start again
I was craving renewal, rebirth, re-something, re-ANYTHING. I wanted a spiritual & emotional do-over. I also wanted to be Van Morrison, circa 1968.
Well-worn grooves born of grieving and broken heartsHeld the cogs in the clock that I never saw start
Ticking tragic with magically moving parts
With attributes of the moodiest of modern art
And drawing on sorrow from both near and far
All the stuff in there is true. An intricate, delicate, strangely durable coping apparatus formed in me at an early age due to trauma born of a family tragedy. It created a fissure which became a gulf that expanded into a canyon. I was left divided into two people, one on each side. A vast, empty space in my center.
Can you please my friend?Give the rules a bend?
Throw the rag in the pail and allow me to start again
Pondering the song this morning, I am wondering two things:
Was the empty space within me filled, all along, with a soft sort of only-see-it-when-you-know-it’s-there type light?
Do I always have the option of being more like Gracie? Can I start again every single moment? Might that be the secret of life?
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