(fuzzy keyboard droning.)
I saw myself finally,
I was really high,
(looping guitar riff.)
I watched from the sky
draping the atmosphere
like a weather balloon
I saw my story;
an American TV reality drama
And I’m the one (strumming acoustic guitar.)
who played the fool, (female vocalists.) played the fool played the foo-ool, he played the fool.
( unaccompanied.) and how do you come back down from this,
from this life lived with remiss.
(looping acoustic guitar.)
Well, I saw myself beneath a patch of bitter grey,
where everything seemed in dismay,
and I began to laugh,
it’s hard to take yourself seriously, when you’re only as big as a pinhead.
He played the foo-hool, played the fool.
life from up here can get pretty strange,
everything gets rearranged (female vocalists humming.) I let myself go further on the tether.
(looping guitar, acoustic strum, harmonize.)
Up here in the stratosphere, I feel just like a feather,
No ignorance, no pain, not even shame.
(musical interlude, tempo mezzo.)
It’s about then I realize I’m completely outta my head
and I put all introspection to bed.
Just like that I come back down, falling on the ground,
nothing is clear, except misery and fear.
Now all I can do is continue to live my story,
even if it means being stuck
in an American reality TV drama.
First let me apologize for my poor attempt at turning this into a song. I had it in my head, but realize that it would not sound the same in yours. Although I will admit I do like this about poetry, or art in general, that its subjective, hit or miss, however it makes the act of writing feel like it’s all for naught.
Either way I’ve ruined the art of poetry either through my lack of music notation, or my inability to relate the rhythm through silence (pause) and word. I realized in writing this that I need to learn musical notation much better in order to pull this off the way I want and so consider this just practice.
thanks so much for your patience and of course for reading!