Sunday, April 20, 2008

How strange it is to be anything at all

Everyone from time to time can find they are in a quandary of emotion swirled and swished by the tide of life. To not make matters worse I found a song that gives relativity to the ebb and flow. It is a little ditty by Neutral Milk Hotel eluding to Anne Frank the little Jewish girl who wrote a diary of her brush with fear and hate. The last line of the song "In The Aeroplane Over The Sea" speaks volumes about the truth of life and what it is.

Please join me in an emotional vacation and play this video and read the lyrics posted without permission below it. Because thoughts like this belong to everyone.

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me

What a curious life we have found here tonight
There is music that sounds from the street
There are lights in the clouds
Anne's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees

Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all
:: posted by Tennessee Jed, 9:23 AM

2 Comments:

I knew you, of all people, would appreciate that song.

Love you dad.
Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:51 PM  
I love you too beloved daughter, I hate that time, space and circumstance have split us in so many ways. Remember, we always course each others veins my closest kin. I still can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all, and I am glad you came here for me to carry me into the future.

Love Dad.
Blogger Tennessee Jed, at 5:53 AM  

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