Some days song lyrics are the best way to communicate for me. I find that music lets those things that render me inarticulate out. It pushes, pulls, and cajoles me into release and renewal. Sometimes it allows me to sing (or scream) the things out loud that I so want to say in real life, but know that I won’t. On the one hand there is much evidence that if you want to be a happy, sane person, you should focus on the happy things. It will let you move on and release those things that cause your stomach to clench; your jaw to grind; your heart to ache.
Supporting Quote for Letting Go:
“All that is necessary to break the spell of inertia and frustration is this: Act as if it were impossible to fail. That is the talisman, the formula, the command of right-about-face which turns us from failure towards success.” – Dorothea Brande
But then there is the part that wants to take responsibility. The section of mind that screams to “stop the madness now”; or quotes the infinite parent line about “if everyone else is a lemming and leaps off a cliff are you going to follow?” If no one says anything, that doesn’t make things better or help us grow, so how can that be the full and correct answer?
I know that the truth is in the middle. In the balance. However, instead of balanced on some infinite scale somewhere, I feel more in common with the gnarled up tree; not entirely sure which way to grow; or where to put my roots for sustenance. My sense of balance feels precarious; and I have to trust to instinct, which can feel so very scary. I leave you with the lyrics of Poe; a song I find myself singing in my mind quite often.
Mother spent ten years sitting by a window
Scared if she spoke she would die of a heart attack
She listened as her dreams silently screamed
They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet
Dear world I'm pleased to meet you
Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You gotta back it all up can you talk the talk?
Hey everybody when I hear the knock
Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock
Hey everybody when my daddy died
He had a sad sad story living in his eyes
Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You can not measure out your life to the tick of a clock
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
Walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
Hey everybody
When you walk the walk
You gotta back it all up
Can you talk the talk?
Hey everybody
When I hear the knock
You wanna measure out my life
To the tick of a clock
Hey every-, hey everybody
Can you walk the walk?
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)
Walk to the beat of my own drums
(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)
Walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna live to the beat of my own drum
I wanna laugh to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten, hi, say pleased to meet you
Take to the beat of my own drum
I wanna give to the beat of my own drum
Fly, cry, win, lose, live, die, take five
Pleased to meet you
My daddy spent ten years living on the outside looking in
He thought that he would never get back, hey, get back
Watched his dream walk across a silver screen
And he was standing there when the theater went pitch black
Dear world I'm pleased to meet you
Hey everybody when I walk the walk
I gotta back it all up can I talk the talk?
Hey everybody when I hear the knock
Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock
Hey every-,
Hey every-,
Hey every-,
Hey everybody
Can you walk the walk?
Walk, walk, walk
Can you walk the walk?
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)
Walk to the beat of my own drums
(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
(Say wha-wha-what you wanna?)
Hey,
Play to the beat of my own drum
I wanna sing to the beat of my own drum
I wanna play to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten, hi, say pleased to meet you
Screw up to the beat of my own drum
I wanna dig it out of dirt and do it to my drum
Scream shout
Wipe out
Win, lose, wipe out
Saunter down my street
Make love to my baby
To my baby
Make love to my baby
To my baby, oh
Father :
It's a wonderful idea, but it doesn't work.
My own drum, my own beat
My own drum, my own beat
Did you ever get the feeling that it's really a joke
You think you've got it figured out and then you find that you don't
So you say goodbye to the world and now you're floating in space
You got no sense of nothing not even a time or a place
Suddenly you hear it is the beat of your heart
And for the first time in your life you know your life is about to start
Oh, yeah, when you're alone
Hey everybody
Hey everybody
Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You gotta back it up, back it up, back it up, back it what?
Say wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what you wanna?
Say wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what you wanna?
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
Hey everybody, hey everybody
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
Hey everybody, hey everybody
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drums
Posted by dancingblonde
at 6:17 PM PDT
