I had no idea how true the
Fuck War. I'm Going Dancing.*
sentiment of my last blog would turn out to be. The last couple of days of my life have been full of dancing, both literally and figuratively, and I feel as though I have gone through an energetic One-Eighty because of it. It is amazing what you can accomplish if you let go of expectations, disconnect from this bizarre construct of linear progression through life/time, and just let the music take over and heal everything.
From going to a swing club on Wednesday night with a couple of friends in the Mission to being at a *cough* JGB *cough* show at GAMH last night. Life has been full of music, and dancing, and it has been good. I could go into all sorts of other details, but they are just that at this point. I won't bore you with them.
I really wanted to post a video or audio link here, but I can't find one for the song that has been going through my head the last few days. So, I will bore you with lyrics instead:
SPOILERS! (Click to view)
Sometimes when facing common trouble
When whole town is screwed
We become actually human
Act like Prometheus would
Suddenly there is more humor
And a party tabor style
People ringing one another
"Yo man, how was your blackout?"
Suddenly there is more music
Made with the buckets in the park
Girls are dancing with the flashlights
I got only one guitar!
And you see brothers and sisters
All engaged in sport of help
Making merry out of nothing
Like in refugee camp
Oh yeah Oh no, it doesn't have to be so
It is possible any time anywhere
Even without any dough
Oh yeah Oh no, it doesn't have to be so
Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable!
And you think, All right, now people
They have finally woked up
But as soon as the trouble over
Watch them take another nap
Nobody is making merry
Only trotting scared of boss
Everybody's making hurry
For some old forgotten cause
But one thing is surely eternal
It's condition of a man
Who don't know where he is going
Who don't know where does he stand
Who's dream power is corked bottle
Put away in dry dark place
Who's youth power is well buried
Under propaganda waves
Who's dream life is in opposition
With the life he leads today
Who's beaten down in believing
It just kinda goes this way!
Oh no, it doesn't have to be so
Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable!
It is really better if you can hear it. *Le Sigh*
* still a hat tip to Flux for that one.
by Sara Teasdale
To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me --
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart --
Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.
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Glad you have some joy!