I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you
My life would be rather dull without music and poetry, so I’ve decided that I should set new objectives for my blog and write about the things that push me off my chair rather than let me slouch in it. There is something about poetry that gives breath to my soul, it stirs something within me and intrigues me the way it manages to hold both mystery and madness together. Music isn’t far off along this path either, one of my favourite pass times is to scout out new music that is a little off the beaten track. The type I’m talking about is generally frowned upon by those I try to share it with or force it on; nonetheless it’s the kind of music that makes my feet tap under the table or leaves me wanting to take road trips to nowhere in particular.
I’m attempting to combine these two things because I think they compliment one another so well and often listening to a certain song while reading a particular poem helps one understand the experience behind the words. As Johann Wolfgang Van Goete once said, ‘…a man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.’
The added bonus is that I feel I get to teach those, who might read this blog, what real music is or at least what I think real music is. So first on my list is a song by Colin Hay live at the Northcote social club called I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you.
YOU LINGER TOO LONG
I wish I could own my thoughts
To turn them away from you.
No memories, no photographs,
no talk or acknowledgment will do.
Maybe then the dense fog of heavy heartedness will lift
And call again for the pleasant peace of silliness.
I wish you would be less destructive with my emotions
the haunting of your voice is too much for my devotion
The intrusion of your presence,
in the things you’ve left behind,
makes me seek the absence of your stare
and any other reference.
Why won’t you stand far away,
so I don’t have to be dismayed
with the emptiness you can never mend
and the good-bye you never said.
You linger too long for my heart to move on.
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