SLS Returning Guest Host

I am still filling in as the guest host for SLS Helen Vahdati’s This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time Song Lyric Sunday, while she is recovering.  Paula Light from lightmotifs suggested the prompt of “laughter” and since laughter is supposed to be the best medicine, hopefully this will help Helen recover.  I think that there are plenty of songs that can work with that, so let’s go with laugh/laughter/laughing for our theme.  Feel free to suggest future prompts.

Houston we have a problem, no not really but I do have an issue that WordPress has never resolved.  If I make a comment on any post that is not mine and someone responds I never get alerted of the response.  I love making comments and this is one of the best features on WordPress and the last thing that I want is for you to think that I am ignoring you.  I do get an alert email if you hit the LIKE button on my comment, so if you intend to write back to me please do that, so I can read what you write.

Here are the “rules”:

  • Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not.
  • Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due and it’s honestly just a simple Google search.
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics.
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song.
  • Ping back to this post will work best.
  • Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.
  • Feel free to use the Song Lyric Sunday badge by copying it into your post or add it to your site to show you are participating.

In case you are stuck I have a few suggestions.  Laughing by The Guess Who, Laugh I Nearly Died by the Rolling Stones, It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry by Bob Dylan, I Only Wanna Laugh by Dusty Springfield, Laugh It Off by Merle Haggard, The Moon Just Looks Down And Laughs by Billie Holiday, I’m Gonna Laugh You out of My Life by Sarah Vaughan, Don’t Laugh At Me by Peter Paul and Mary or by Howlin’ Wolf, Go Ahead and Laugh by Martha and the Vandellas, Laugh to Keep From Crying by Madonna, Laughing At Me by Alice Cooper, Between a Laugh and a Tear by John Mellencamp, Who’s Laughing Now by Jessie J, I Should Be Laughing by Patty Smyth or If I Laugh by Cat Stevens.  Since there is no requirement for the prompt laugh/laughter/laughing to be in the title of your song, you could always go with a song where the prompt is in the lyrics such as, If You Feel by Jefferson Airplane, The Tracks of My Tears by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles, Purple Rain by Prince, Sun King by the Beatles or I Started A Joke by the Bee Gees.  I am going to listen to that Jeopardy Thinking Music while I figure out the song that I will write about for this week.

OK got it, I will go with ‘Ship Of Fools’ by the Grateful Dead.  So many choices, what will you go with and as stated in the first rule there is no need to follow the prompt, so post any song whether it fits the theme or not.  Don’t sweat the rules as the unwritten rule is to always have fun.  FYI Jeopardy!’s memorable theme song ‘Think!’ was originally composed by the show’s creator Merv Griffin.

In My Eyes You Are Everything

Today Rod Stewart from his 1971 Every Picture Tells A Story album gives us ‘Maggie May’ which charted #1 in both the US and the UK and spent 17 weeks there.  ‘Maggie May’ was inspired by a real woman and real events from Stewart’s life.  In 1961, when Stewart was 16, he went to the Beaulieu Jazz Festival in the New Forest, which was one of Britain’s first experiments in pop festival culture.  These jazz festivals, which are now largely forgotten by history took place from 1956-61 in the deep green pastoral location of the New Forest, and they became sort of like a prelude to Woodstock.  Rod had snuck in with some of his mates entering through an overflow sewage pipe.  It was here on a secluded patch of grass inside a tent, that he lost his virginity with an older (and larger) woman who’d come on to him very strongly.  He is not clear on exactly how much older she was, but he felt that she was old enough to be highly disappointed by the brevity of the experience on his part.

From the age of 16 you can legally consent to sex (this includes sexual intercourse, penetrative sex and any sort of sexual touching), but 16 may not necessarily be the right age for you to start having sex.  Many people do not have sex for the first time until they are older.  Despite the controversies surrounding first-time sex, most young people in the United States become sexually active well before adulthood.  When it happens, it happens and as long as it does not result in pregnancy or transmitting a sexual disease, then it will most likely be a positive experience as long as it does not carry any shame or guilt for doing it.

Rod Stewart’s escapades remind me of myself when I was young, except for the part about losing his virginity, as I am still saving myself, nah!  However, I do remember sneaking into the Drive Movie theater many times by going under the fence and then going to the indoor theater while trying to avoid the attendant who was always checking tickets.  I don’t think that I would have ever crawled through a sewer line to avoid the admission price, but the movie theater did get wise and they applied grease to the spots on their fence that did not go all the way to the ground.  I never made “a living out of playing pool”, but I was a big gambler at this time and I did shoot a lot of pool.

This song was nearly kept off the Every Picture Tells A Story album, because it was too unusual, it ran longer than five minutes and it didn’t have a catchy chorus.  It was really only added at the end because time was running out and Stewart had limited material.  The song was a last-minute addition to Every Picture Tells a Story, recorded as the B side of ‘Reason to Believe’, a Tim Hardin cover, the folk musician and composer who wrote the Top 40 hit ‘If I Were a Carpenter’.  Stewart has joked that if a DJ hadn’t flipped the single over, he’d have gone back to his old job of digging graves.

Despite that inauspicious start, the song helped launch its creator into superstardom, becoming his first major solo hit. ‘Maggie May’ just might have been the song that sealed the deal on his iconic music career by making Rod Stewart stand out among his other band members.  After ‘Maggie May’ became a hit, Faces shows started being billed as “The Faces with Rod Stewart”, making him the focus of the group.  For many, it’s still Stewart’s signature song, played regularly by just about every classic rock station in the world, becoming a timeless song.  The song’s rustic mandolin and acoustic guitars and Mickey Waller’s relentless drum-bashing were undeniable.  ‘Maggie May’ was written by Rod Stewart and Martin Quittenton and it is ranked as #131 on Rolling Stone Magazine’s list of the 500 greatest songs of all time.  Martin Quittenton was a British guitarist and composer.  He played in the blues rock band Steamhammer, formed in 1968.

The name Maggie May does not occur in the song, Rod borrowed the title from a traditional Liverpool folk song about a prostitute who robbed a sailor coming home from a round trip.  In 1970, a truncated version of the song was performed by the Beatles and this was included on their album Let It Be.
Oh dirty Maggie Mae they have taken her away
And she never walk down Lime Street any more
Oh the judge he guilty found her
For robbing a homeward bounder
That dirty no good robbin’ Maggie Mae
To the port of Liverpool
They returned me to
Two pounds ten a week, that was my pay

Stewart began working with guitarist Martin Quittenton and they got together at Stewart’s house in Muswell Hill, where Quittenton played some chords that Rod liked.  Rod worked out a vocal melody, and began singing the words to the folk song ‘Maggie Mae’, which got him thinking about that day 10 years earlier when he lost his virginity at the Beaulieu Jazz Festival. The song eventually took shape and became a story about a guy who falls for an older woman and is now both smitten and perplexed.

Every Picture Tells A Story was Stewart’s third solo album, and at the time, he was still the lead singer of the Faces.  Rod brought in two band mates from that group, Ronnie Wood (guitar/bass) and Ian McLagan (organ).  The other musicians were drummer Mickey Waller (he forgot to bring his cymbals to the session, so those were overdubbed later), guitarist Martin Quittenton and mandolin player Ray Jackson.  Ray Jackson played in the band Lindisfarne and he later complained that he only received £15 for his work on this song.  Every Picture Tells A Story became the #1 album on both sides of the Atlantic, making Rod Stewart the first artist to have the #1 song and album in both the US and UK simultaneously.

Rod Stewart started out doing a string of odd jobs including working as a grave digger and living the lifestyle of a beatnik vagrant.  His music career began in 1962 when he took up busking with a harmonica.  Rod created his trademark rooster’s hairstyle in 1963.  He did a few gigs with the Kinks Ray Davies and he played harmonica in a band with Long John Baldry.  Rod recorded his first solo single in September 1964 ‘Good Morning Little Schoolgirl’ which was written by Sonny Boy Williamson.  In 1966, he joined the blues-influenced Jeff Beck Group and experienced his first taste of success.  In 1969, he joined the Small Faces what would later become known as the Faces.  Rod Stewart won a Grammy Award for best traditional pop vocal album in 2004 with Stardust: The Great American Songbook, Volume III.  Rod has fathered eight children with five women, has been in three marriages and he is a grandfather.  Rod Stewart was born Roderick David Stewart on January 10, 1945, in London, England, so that means his birthday is tomorrow and he will be 74.  It would be nice to get up tomorrow morning and start singing, “Wake up, Maggie, I think I got somethin’ to say to you.”

Wake up, Maggie I think I got something to say to you
It’s late September and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused, but I feel I’m being used
Oh, Maggie, I couldn’t have tried any more
You led me away from home
Just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart, and that’s what really hurts

The morning sun, when it’s in your face really shows your age
But that don’t worry me none in my eyes, you’re everything

I laughed at all of your jokes
My love you didn’t need to coax
Oh, Maggie, I couldn’t have tried any more

You led me away from home
Just to save you from being alone
You stole my soul, and that’s a pain I can do without.

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand
But you turned into a lover, and, mother, what a lover you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
And, in the morning, kick me in the head
Oh, Maggie, I couldn’t have tried any more
You led me away from home
‘Cause you didn’t want to be alone
You stole my heart, I couldn’t leave you if I tried

I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school
Or steal my daddy’s cue and make a living out of playing pool
Or find myself a rock ‘n’ roll band
That needs a helping hand
Oh, Maggie, I wish I’d never seen your face
You made a first-class fool out of me
But I’m as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart, but I love you anyway

Maggie I wish that I’d never seen your face
I’ll get a ride home
One of these days

The Oldest Profession

Singer, bassist and songwriter Gordon Sumner, better known as Sting, along with drummer Stewart Copeland who is considered by Rolling Stone Magazine to be one of the top ten drummers of all time and guitarist Andy Summers who replaced Henri Padovani made their first album as The Police, Outlandos D’Amour (Outlaws Of Love), in 1978 and this included a song titled ‘Roxanne’ which was written by Sting.  Each member came from a different musical background, with Summers having played with The Animals, Soft Machine, Kevin Ayers, Neil Sedaka and with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, Copeland was a member of Curved Air and he also had a brief solo career as Klark Kent, while Sting had played in various jazz fusion groups.  The Police were a British-based Anglo-American pop/rock group whose career began in 1976 during the first rising of punk rock and ended, in a rather pathetic fashion, as they were at the height of their fame, when internal tensions caused the band to splinter apart in 1984.

Stewart chose the name “The Police” for his new band after seeing this written on the side of a cop car and he persuaded Sting to join.  Sting liked to wear this black and yellow sweater with hooped stripes that his girlfriend had knit for him and the band that he was in at the time, the Phoenix Jazzmen thought that he looked like a bee, or like a wasp, which prompted the name ‘Sting’.  Back in 1977 before the band made it big, they agreed to appear in a Wrigley’s gum commercial.  Wrigley’s demanded that the band dye their hair blond to play a non-descript punk band.  The look eventually became The Police’s trademark even though the commercial never aired.

Sting chose the name Roxanne because it relates to women of great beauty.  Roxanne was the name of one of Alexander The Great’s wives and also Cyrano de Bergerac’s love interest.  In October of 1977 the Police were staying at a flophouse hotel in Paris.  Sting was inspired by a poster of Edmond Rostand’s play Cyrano de Bergerac peeling from the wall in the hotel’s rank foyer, which gave him this notion for a song that he thought would be played like a bossa nova on a nylon-stringed guitar.  The group shared a room because money was tight and outside in the alleyway, between the lurid glare of a sex shop and a dimly lit bookstore, prostitutes roamed around in open raincoats and cheap boots.

The Police were supposed to do this gig with The Damned, and they drove all the way to Paris from Holland in Andy Summers’ Citroen Dyane 6, so they could play at a club called The Nashville.  The night before, they all went their separate ways and Sting began to wander around the red-light district of Paris, looking at all the hookers.  This was the first time that Sting had seen prostitution on the streets, and he thought that some of the girls were actually beautiful.  Sting was in this alley and he had a tune going around in his head, when he imagined what it would be like to fall in love with one of them, figuring some of them must have boyfriends.  The night of the show, they were told that The Damned went back to England, so the concert was cancelled.

‘Roxanne’ was the breakthrough song for The Police turning them into superstars, and this song became their first major international hit.  In January 1978, The Police hired Surrey Sound Studios in Leatherhead and set out to record their debut album.  At the beginning of ‘Roxanne’, Sting fell backwards onto the piano and started to laugh.  The band decided to keep it in.  The song ‘Roxanne’ was released in the UK on April 7, but it didn’t become a hit at first, however a few people did notice it.  The Police went on tour in America and a disc jockey in Austin stared playing the song, it got a great response and other radio stations added it to their playlists.  The song became a minor hit, peaking at #32 on April 28.  The song also got some attention in the UK around this time, and it made #12 about a year after it was first released.

The color red has been attributed back to prostitution for over thousands of years.  Red lights were left outside of brothels to signify that they were open for business.  In red-light districts, hookers display themselves behind glass windows.  I actually wrote a poem on this song ‘Roxanne’ before, in case you want to read it.  The Police performed ‘Roxanne’ when they were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2003.

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don’t have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You don’t have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light

(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
Oh!

I loved you since I knew ya
I wouldn’t talk down to ya
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won’t share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make-up
Told you once, I won’t tell you again it’s a bad way

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light

You don’t have to put on the red light (Roxanne)
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
You don’t have to put on the red light (Roxanne)
(Roxanne) put on the red light
You don’t have to put on the red light (Roxanne)
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light
(Roxanne) put on the red light

At An Impasse

Trump turned down a chance to get $25 billion for his boarder wall earlier this year, which the Democrats were willing to give him in return for Dreamer legislation.  He is like a baby throwing a tantrum, because he is not getting his own way.  The Democrats no longer feel that they have to appease Trump, as they will have a majority in the House next year and hopefully things will change for the better for our country.

Written for Linda G. Hill Life in progress One-Liner Wednesday – December 26 prompt which is “So Sorry”.

Boy Almost Gets Girl

‘Lovely Rita’ was recorded in 1967 and it came out on the Sgt. Pepper album.  This song exudes silliness, as the Beatles tried to have a little fun.  In Great Brittan the people who worked giving out parking tickets were called Traffic Wardens and the American equivalent for a female traffic warden was a meter maid, which McCartney who wrote and sings this song found to be funny.  Political correctness eventually led to the less gender-specific term of parking attendant.  Paul thought that the term maid had sexual connotations, like a French maid that would be a mistress in her master’s bed and come into the bedroom and turn down the bed, or fluff the pillow and of course there is the the French maid uniform which carries an implicit dominance and submission symbolism.  This American job title that combined the words maid and meter amused Paul, because he thought that it sounded so American and he viewed maid to be sexy, while he associated meter with being sort of a military thing.

The song ‘Lovely Rita’ added fuel to the fire about the rumor that Paul was Dead, a made up theory that occurred during The Beatles fame.  This song figures into the hoax because the story says that one rainy night after a late session at their Abbey Road studios, which ended in an argument amongst the Beatles, Paul got into his Aston Martin and picked up a girl named Rita along the way, before crashing his car into a lamp-post.  McCartney was distracted by Rita while driving, and this led to the car crash that ended his life in 1966, so he was replaced by William Shears Campbell.  Apparently the British M15 believed that hundreds of citizens would commit suicide if the shocking news were revealed, considering the Beatles were a national treasure, so a Scottish lad named Billy Shears filled in after some plastic surgery.  The funeral procession was depicted on the cover of the Abby Road album.  McCartney actually was involved in a moped crash on December 26, 1965, which resulted in a chipped tooth and a scar on his lip that gave him the impetus to grow a moustache and around the same time the other three Beatles also grew moustaches, just in time for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album.

This song was written during a time when parking meters were just starting to become more prevalent, as before this British citizens were able to park freely, thus antagonistic feeling towards these people did not exist yet.  Paul McCartney had been issued a number of parking tickets, and his first inclination was to take lyrical revenge by writing this song as an anti-authority satire.  He changed his mind about this being a hate song, because he thought that it would work better if he were to love her.  Rita was the only name that Paul thought would rhyme with meter, so he started out with, “Lovely Rita, meter maid” and he developed the story from that.

Decades later, a woman named Meta Davis came forward claiming to be the meter maid in this song.  She had served as the first female traffic warden in the London neighborhood of St. John’s Wood, where McCartney lived in the Sixties.  Meta Davis issued Paul a ten-shilling ticket in the spring of 1967, because his parking meter showed that he had parked for an excess of time.  She placed the ticket on his windshield and Paul came along and they chatted.  Paul said that Meta’s name would be a good for a song and he asked her if she would mind if he used it.  There is another rumor that says Meta Davis later arrested Arlo Guthrie for littering, giving birth to the song ‘Alice’s Restaurant’, but this seems hard to fathom.

This song is about a shy and polite man who develops a crush on a parking meter lady, so he asks her, “May I inquire discreetly When are you free to take some tea with me?”  Things go really well on their date and Rita even picks up the bill after they eat dinner.  He drives her back to her house and he thinks that he might get lucky, but her two sisters are there putting a damper on the evening.  It is also possible that this guy becomes cocky thinking that he is a real hotshot with women, and he begins to boast that he nearly made it (in other words he didn’t) with her two sisters while sitting on the sofa, except that nothing happened.  Rita probably paid the dinner bill because she felt sorry for this poor shlub.

Lovely Rita, meter maid
Nothing can come between us
When it gets dark I tow your heart away

Standing by a parking meter
When I caught a glimpse of Rita
Filling in a ticket in her little white book
In a cap she looked much older
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man

Lovely Rita, meter maid
May I inquire discreetly
When are you free to take some tea with me?

Rita!

Took her out and tried to win her
Had a laugh and over dinner
Told her I would really like to see her again

Got the bill and Rita paid it
Took her home, I nearly made it
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two

Oh, lovely Rita, meter maid
Where would I be without you
Give us a wink and make me think of you

What Is Reality?

Some people feel that it is cruel to keep goldfish in curved bowls, as they think that because the bowl has curved sides, when the fish gazes out it will get a distorted view of reality.  Hawking thought that humans might have a distorted view of what is outside our world and that we might also be in one giant goldfish bowl: “There is no unique picture of reality.  The goldfish’s view is as valid as our own.”  Hawking felt that it doesn’t make any practical difference to the fish whether the bowl is curved or straight, because in either case they will adapt their responses to what they perceive as being reality.  Fish don’t see the water they swim in.  Their behaviors are automatic, and they may not be able to see outside their fish bowls.  Evolution has given them the ability to produce their own picture of reality.

Psychedelic advocate Dr. Timothy Leary is known for saying, “Any reality is an opinion-we make up our own reality”, as he described an ego-generated perception of self and the world as a ‘reality tunnel’, where one’s concept of reality depends on the mind of the perceiver and I guess that he had taken enough drugs and experienced enough hallucinations to be able to create his own reality.  Reality tunnel is a theory that, with a subconscious set of mental filters formed from beliefs and experiences, every individual interprets the same world differently, hence ‘Truth is in the eye of the beholder’.  According to those doctrines, the world we know is constructed by the human mind employing sensory data as its raw material and is shaped by the interpretive structure of our brains.  It is similar to the idea of representative realism, which is the philosophical position that the world we see in conscious experience is not the real world itself, but merely a miniature virtual-reality replica of that world in an internal representation.

One of the earlier ideas pertaining to this is a philosophical concept referred to as ‘Solipsism’, which in essence states that nothing in our reality can be absolutely confirmed to exist except our own mind, with the reality of the material world we see all around us and interact with impossible to be reliably verified as real beyond our own experience of it.  This basic idea was first contemplated by Greek philosopher Gorgias, who came to the conclusion that any objective knowledge outside of our own personal experience was effectively impossible.

In Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, he imagined human prisoners chained to a wall looking out at shadows produced by figures behind them that they cannot see.  The figures hold up objects that produce these shadows.  The prisoners are convinced that the shadows are reality.  When one of the chained members escapes and visits the outside world, he then returns to tell his brethren about the real world and they cannot be convinced.

In Descartes’ ‘Discourse on Method’, he decides to call into doubt all his former beliefs and opinions, holding on only to certain guiding principles and certain moral maxims that would help him live productively during this period of doubt.  He finds he can doubt pretty much everything except the fact that he exists.  The very act of doubting suggests to him that he must exist, or else he would not be able to doubt.  He concludes, “I am thinking, therefore I exist.”

Alternative reality entered mainstream in the science-fiction film The Matrix, where the human race is unknowingly living in a simulated virtual reality created by intelligent computers to keep them pacified and content while the computers suck their bioelectrical energy to feed their power cells.  Human beings are floating in pods as they live out their lives in an elaborate shared virtual reality created and controlled by our machine overlords unless they take the red pill.  Reality is also an underlying concept in the movie ‘Avatar’, where avatars, which are artificial bodies the main characters operate wirelessly by thought alone.  The bodies in question resemble the native blue-skinned humanoid race, the Na’vi, although they are hybrids that incorporate the DNA of their operators.  I guess it is possible in the far future or with some alien technology, that people could exist as a simulated avatar within an interactive virtual world, for an extended space journey, after which we would wake up into our real bodies aboard the spaceship when the trip to another world is over.

The goldfish certainly have a different view than us, as they are on the inside of the bowl looking out.  If their curved bowl distorts their perception of what is outside, they could still formulate scientific laws from their distorted frame of reference that would always hold true and that would enable them to make predictions about the future motion of objects outside the bowl.  Their laws would become a valid picture of reality for them.

The fish bowl is an environment with little or no privacy, as the goldfish can be seen from all sides.  A fish in a fishbowl has the world staring at it, but from the perspective of the fish, nearly anyone can stare at it with curiosity, but it cannot really reciprocate, and has no place to retreat.  The fish doesn’t recognize that it’s underwater because it has only known the world from that perspective.  From the perspective of a human, these fish are not nearly as intelligent as we are, they don’t do anything except swim around and look for food.  However, from the perspective of the fish, they might consider themselves very smart.  They could never and will never know anything differently than the life that they have been given.

The world of an aquarium fish is the constructed reality of the fish tank which we created for them to live in.  Their reality is the aquarium with its plants and maybe a cave for them to sleep in.  This fish is likely to be very happy with its home, it is very content with where it is at, as long as the essentials are provided for it.  Studies suggest that just as we enjoy peering into their underwater world, the fish are enjoying their view of us as well.  Reports say that fish are able to detect what is in their surroundings and although they don’t have a large brain capacity they are able to detect obstacles in their path and they will make a mental map of their surroundings and commit it to memory for future use.

Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
‘Cause when we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed

Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That’s what the war of love is for

It’s not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It’s more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be
And when you stop and think about it
You won’t believe it’s true
That all the love you’ve been giving
Has all been meant for you

I’m looking for someone to change my life
I’m looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it’s done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through

Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she’s waiting there for me
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose

I’m looking for someone to change my life
I’m looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it’s done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our soul
It’s not the way that you say it when you do those things to me
It’s more the way you really mean it when you tell me what will be

Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
When we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed

Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door?

Written for Randomness Inked Scribbling the Unspoken Let it Bleed Weekly Prompt Challenge 24 where the prompt is “a photo of a goldfish in a bowl”.