Saturday, November 27, 2010

Saturday Music for Autumnal Thoughts

November 2010 is a few days away from departing the present. It will soon be the past. The recent past and the not so recent and finally a haze of long ago thoughts. Another Autumn month of cooler temperatures. The leaves of trees dying in bursts of golden yellow, red, orange, yellow and browns. Occasional days of sudden warmth and waning sun. Days that you might just need a sweater or cardigan. The sounds of a football game from a nearby High School wafting through the air. The crunch of dead leaves beneath your feet. The smells of a Thanksgiving dinner being prepared ... roasting turkey and baking pies. Another November.

The song below feels like November to THE FUTURIST! and it says a lot about how he feels at this time of year. Sad? Yes. Wistful? Oh, yes. Regretful? Lonely? Uh ... most definitely. It is the beginning of the "holiday season" and all that it brings ... mostly memories of lost times. There are friends and family that may surround you, but at times you can feel like one of those big Maple trees ... slowly being denuded of your color and richness ... finally alone and feeling cold ... branches stark against that steely gray sky. And you wait .. for renewal.

For those of you not loading a small caliber revolver with one bullet or practicing a hangman's noose out of heavy Navy hemp rope after reading the above paragraph of melancholy, please allow THE FUTURIST! to ask you to read the lyrics to this song as you ...


So I'm waiting for this test to end
So these lighter days can soon begin
I'll be alone but maybe more carefree
Like a kite that floats so effortlessly
I was afraid to be alone
Now I'm scared thats how I'd like to be
All these faces none the same
How can there be so many personalities
So many lifeless empty hands
So many hearts in great demand
And now my sorrow seems so far away
Until I'm taken by these bolts of pain
But I turn them off and tuck them away
'till these rainy days that make them stay
And then I'll cry so hard to these sad songs
And the words still ring, once here now gone
And they echo through my head everyday
And I dont think they'll ever go away
Just like thinking of your childhood home
But we cant go back we're on our own
But i'm about to give this one more shot
And find it in myself
I'll find it in myself
So were speeding towards that time of year
To the day that marks that you're not here
And i think I'll want to be alone
So please understand if I dont answer the phone
I'll just sit and stare at my deep blue walls
Until I can see nothing at all
Only particles some fast some slow
All my eyes can see is all I know
But I'm about to give this one more shot
And find it in myself
I'll find it in myself

performed by Azure Ray


Anonymous said...


You're bringing me down. I was going to have a raucous Saturday Night but now I am going to have to throw on a coat and scarf and sit in the cold darkness and smoke a cigarette whilst I stare out onto the moon reflecting off the river.



First: Awesome use of a semi-colon and an underscore.

Second: Sorry to bring you down.

Third: Are you throwing on that new pea coat? And the scarf? Harry Potter striped?

Fourth: Stop smoking. It's not good for you.

Fifth: Bourbon

Sixth: Thanks for commenting

Dara said...

Heavy stuff there. That last paragraph of The Futurist!'s writing was particularly downbeat.

Also, the following line seemed like something of an understatement for November in Edinburgh: "Days that you might just need a sweater or cardigan."

You may need several sweaters, a cardigan, a large jacket, plus some snow boots, gloves and a woolly hat! Sometimes it's better to stay indoors, though.



The last paragraph was actually the least melancholy. IT was meant to be dark humored. AS to the rest ... least said the better.

Edinburgh is snowy, TF! hears. Stay inside and have hot chocolate.