Soundtrack

Hmmm.. This is what happens when I listen to too much Greg Brown in the early afternoon.

I am a skipping record, too many times played

Scritched and scratched and poorly patched

The romantic ballad, permanently delayed;

Lied beneath the stars one night, did the math

And I figure, problem is, got stuck on one track

Followed that dream until it died of remorse

Now I know I can't ever get those hours back

So I'll rewrite the soundtrack, change the course

 

Play it loud enough, easy mind will change again

Perhaps an open mind can really be a curse

Yet I know the tree won't break if it will bend;

Life: crazy thing one can't ever plan or rehearse

Some people just die stuck in a tired old dirge

Never dare change the song, filled with false fear

Submit to common sense when they feel an urge

There's music, everywhere, that they'll never hear

 

Rolling with the flow of a cacaphony of sound

I'll let my mind ramble onward to a better place

Or 'least a different one, if better can't be found

Take it nice and slow, refuse to run the ratrace

And I'll dance, I'll dance like a fool, mad-happy

I'll sing and I'll sing like I feel every word, inside

Every tune, be it sorrowful, or bland, or sappy

I'll play the skipped old record, enjoying the ride

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is what happens when I listen to too many Greg Brown songs in the early afternoon.
Enjoy the journey into my mad mind. :)

Reviews

[Michael]

any poem that uses Onomatopoeia well is a great poem in my book! Scritched is a wonderful word. I also like the internal rhyme used there. In face the only think I can even think of that might, and it is a slim chance at that, improve the flow would be to make the second line of each stanza have an internal rhyme to it. Well, on second though just forget it - it needs nothing at all.

Simply wonderful!


I did find a couple of nits:

cacaphony = cacophony
ratrace = rat-race

[Emily Elizabeth]

Stunning poem! Just like a song. A deep soulful piece that reaches into the souls of everyone reading this!
I've exhausted many expressive words over the brilliantness of your work, so I'll say this in East London slang!
"You are a SICK poet love! Completely NANG! You are a proper buff poet gewl!" (to be said with the Ts and Hs dropped XD)
This is a real wonder. I think I might print this out and stick it on my cork board for inspiration! Keep up the fantastic work!

[Debbie_Philly]

This is beautiful.... very heartfelt... and the metaphors are wonderful !!!

[Samuel Dickens]

It sounds to me like you've found the right groove. Maybe a dirge played before, but now it has become a symphony. Remember--you hold the baton, and are free to direct the music as you see fit.