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1976 Musical Memory for 2010

1976 Musical Memory for 2010

In 1976

Al Stewart

and Peter Wood released a melodic song with a play time of over 6 minutes and that still managed to dominate the airwaves. Last Saturday, while mowing the lawn, my iPod shuffled to this song and lost in the magic of ear-bud land, I heard the lyrics as if for the first time. Some of them were familiar to me but as the music rolled on, I was smitten by their beauty. There is real poetry in this song, I tell you.

The simple interpretation of the song lyrics tell a story about a tourist who meets a hippie girl in an exotic market, stays the night with her, and thus misses his tour bus. The larger story is about how we can lose ourselves in someone else to the point that our intended destination is lost and the direction of our lives permanently altered.

Please accept my invitation to listen to or read some of the most romantic and enchanting lyrics from the 70's.

Hear the song here:

Year of The Cat - YouTube

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Lyrics below.

Year of the Cat - Al Stewart & Peter Wood

On a morning from a Bogart movie

In a country where they turn back time

You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre

Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running

Like a watercolour in the rain

Don't bother asking for explanations

She'll just tell you that she came

In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions

As she locks up your arm in hers

And you follow 'till your sense of which direction

Completely disappears

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls

There's a hidden door she leads you to

These days, she says, I feel my life

Just like a river running through

The year of the cat

Well, she looks at you so cooly

And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea

She comes in incense and patchouli

So you take her, to find what's waiting inside

The year of the cat

Well, morning comes and you're still with her

And the bus and the tourists are gone

And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket

So you have to stay on

But the drum-beat strains of the night remain

In the rhythm of the new-born day

You know sometime you're bound to leave her

But for now you're going to stay

In the year of the cat.

All This Talk About Change



Change

Another second ticks past
Another moment that won’t last
Time again yields to nothing new
Leaves behind victories and youth

Those who thought one life could change
Our world from scandal and pain
Belief that hope and desire
Would cast water upon the fire

Yet failures and callused minds
Bind with broken promises finding
Brilliant victories heralding
Vanquished limits and proclaiming

Without giving merit to those
Whose lives already tried and lost
Upon the battlefields
Of soil and polices


Note: image courtesy of Free Digital Photos

The Puppet Man



The Puppet Man

pull the string, watch the dolls dance
blood runs from my finger tips
maybe this time it will change
calm my fears or ease my pain

see my marionettes take your stage
watch your laughter, feel your rage
safely sitting
program in hand
three cheers for the puppet man

pull the string, watch the dolls dance
blood runs from my finger tips
maybe this time it will change
calm my fears, ease my pain

i see your faces, swoons and frowns
watching fixed, puppet take puppet down
they're not real, you carefully remind
while i silently die standing behind

pull the string, watch the dolls dance
blood runs from my finger tips
maybe this time it will change
calm my fears, ease my pain

with human hate they dance for you
showing the worst the we can do
superb! delight! encore' you shout
so once more the toys come out

pull the string, watch the dolls dance
blood runs from my finger tips
maybe this time it will change
calm my fears, ease my pain

the lights are gone, empty isles now
i fall broken, wondering how
these hands will heal, gather strength again
so, you can watch through my gift, friend

pull the string, watch the dolls dance
blood runs from my finger tips
maybe this time it will change
calm my fears, ease my pain

see my marionettes take your stage
watch your laughter, feel your rage
safely sitting program in hand
three cheers for the puppet man

*note: i wrote this poem a few years back while struggling with managing the internal demands that i often felt from others' external behavior around me. i think as children we often take on the role of performing for the 'big' people in our world - and although maturity requires us to grow more autonomous, we many of us struggle well into adulthood to perform for others... it is only a problem when the price is our very health, peace and well being.

**Photo used by permission

Emotive - Not a Water Poem



Emotive

placid ripples radiate
out from the stone's wake
it falls into silence
downward

from a nameless toss it came
flying in a moment
failing to break gravity's spell
downward

descending the abyss
parting waters of primeval ways
stirring the reservoir of rage
downward

what lies beneath
what longings to be stirred
what hopes become reacquainted
down there

a small pebble settles into deepest sediment
nests into it's new dark home
and then
something disturbed
moves
down there.

Bound - A Poem about Moments of Self Doubt


bound

the knot tightens
the grip of self within self
constricting fists of self hate and loathing
mauling my soul

doubled over in pain
breathless from the impact
blows of fury born of hatred and distrust
disemboweling my being

healing hands, where are you?
gentle touch of truth, come
come, come
release me, untie me, free me

i am weary with waiting

Bloggers' Words - Is It You?

Bloggers' Words

words on my screen
tokens of life well lived
speaking of actions, attitudes
options, for living

words of one's journey
signs, revealing and deep
challenging me to thrive, live
choose, grow

words launched into timeless space
floating in e-land, wandering
coming home and sinking deep
lifting, my heart
sings

words from you, my friend.

The Sea - A Poem from Memory

The Sea

Swirls of foam around my ankles
Wiggling toes intwine archaic sands
Minnows dart, carving the tidal plane

Sun bares upon my bare back
Gulls sing anthems of the dawn
Waves rise in the distance, announcing the coming change

Hear it roll closer, ascending
Fleeing tides rip sand and shell away
Sand moves beneath my feet, as the wave breaks

Salt burns, eyes and nose
Water cascades off of me
Surpries of familiar currents

Laughter swells within my sea
My soul welcomed home
Bellows joy

From Dusk to Dawn

From Dusk to Dawn

Before dawn
The moon looms
Bright, bold
Shining through the film
Of clouds
Sliding across her
Like lace gliding off your
Shoulders
Last night…

On Having Lunch at Panera - Repost

The din resonates
Countless voices frantically
Proclaim facades and personas

Below the cascade
Simplistic souls stand
Wall flowers alone and longing

Within, a voice asks
Shall we dance?


*I wrote this one a while back after having lunch at Panera Bread.

String Quartet

String Quartet

It is a mess at first
The bow strikes and glides across a single string and back again
The note wobbles for a moment
Then settles to a steady call

Joined then by the rocking and striated rhythms
Of another set of strings
And another
Then another

The tatters of sound assemble
Like clouds and squalls
Of a sea storm
Then silence before the storm

Slowly comes the rain
The thunder
The wind
Singing softly its message

We are awash in a sea
Of harmonies and melodies
Here it is useless to navigate
This storm will take us where it wills

Surrender is always
The best option
When accosted
By beauty