Song Lyric Thursday


I live in a northern town. A place where the sky seems close enough to touch and the stars are all wrong and yet strangely finally where they are supposed to be.

 

Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma

They sat on the stoney ground
And he took a cigarette out
And everyone else came down
To listen.
He said “In winter 1963
It felt like the world would freeze
With John F. Kennedy
And the Beatles.”

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
They shut the factory down.
Ah hey ma ma ma

The evening had turned to rain
Watch the water roll down the drain,
As we followed him down
To the station
And though he never would wave goodbye,
You could see it written in his eyes
As the train rolled out of sight
Bye-bye.

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Take it easy on your self
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the Night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a Northern Town
Ah hey ma ma ma


Rob was listening to music while data crunching last evening when the song, Set in Motion, by the Canadian band, Sloan, came on. I may have heard the song before but sometimes lyrics grab a person’s attention more when current circumstances have them finely tuned due to the current events.

So when I heard the opening lines,

“They’re coming out with the movie version of my life

Based on the novel that shouldn’t have been written either”

I knew I had my song lyrics for the week.

The video is live and the song is sandwiched between the closing of one number and the opening of another. And for future reference, I don’t do nude scenes either but I am open to the idea of stunts.

 

oooooooooo

They’re coming out with the movie version of my life
Based on the novel that shouldn’t have been written either

I called them up and asked to meet the director
To see who would play me and he said
We talked about actors but thought instead
“That playing yourself might lend some cred”

All the time I’m trying to halt the production
Apparently one day (long ago) I gave them all my permission

If That’s the case let’s hammer some details
Remember I already sold them once
I don’t do nude scenes or my own stunts
The features a failure on all fronts

Just accept that these things are going to happen
Everything is set in motion
It will happen anyway

And on and on we argued..
After all that the thing was banned
To try and drum up the popular demand
Ask the director where I should stand

Just accept that these things are going to happen
Everything is set in motion
It will happen anyway

Just accept that these things are going to happen
Everything is set in motion
It will happen anyway

Just accept that these things are going to happen
Everything is set in motion


The fall of 2005 found me anxiously awaiting the release of Eminem’s greatest hits CD titled Curtain Call. An odd thing, I suppose, for a forty-something high school remedial English teacher to be coveting. I didn’t really know any of his work beyond the pop-y stuff on MTV. But I sensed an anger roiling beneath his surface which matched my own and being someone who finds music therapeutic I knew instinctively this collection was something I needed.

I’d spent the summer on a hamster wheel of grad school and care taking. By September I was dealing with a new assignment in a new school with children who ranged from merely disenfranchised to criminally inclined, and the nursing home was calling me daily about one new crisis after another. I was pushing for hospice. Death shadowed Will’s eyes. I could see the little that was left of him fading and fighting for release at the same time. He was running fevers the doctor on staff was dismissing as a late summer cold. The enamel had been eaten off his teeth by the Mountain Dew his mother insisted on giving him despite the fact that no one was brushing his teeth in the evenings after she’d leave for the night. Just weeks earlier I had had my second only outburst of temper when I discovered what remained of his front teeth, painful looking and flaking. I don’t know if he could discern the information coming in at that point due to the damage to his nerve endings and the dura matter covering his brain. Maybe he didn’t realize and maybe it was a constant barrage of misery. I’ll never know.

I was tired. I was alone. And I was angry because I was powerless. Impotence does not bring out the best side of my personality.

The song The Way I Am summed up in a sense my frustration about the way the world seemed to be forcing its ideals and expectations of who I was on me without my consent. It said what I couldn’t find words to say for myself.