Synchronicity
Following on from my amazing coincidental arrangement to have lunch with Ms M and Cas on my blog birthday, today my Dad requested a copy of some lyrics I wrote when I was much younger.
I have a scary memory stuffed full of the words of thousands of songs ... mostly other people's but also everything I've ever written it seems ... so I found myself typing out the words to a song that I wrote when I was 17? 18? 19? (I'm 31 now - those years are a bit of a blur despite the clarity on the words themselves). I don't remember writing it - it seems like it was always there just waiting to be written down. I know that I recorded it in the band I was briefly in when I was 20 ... with the most talented singer I've had the joy of working with. Who, of course, I came to be writing music with because she was the glass collector in a pub where I was serving drinks and I overheard her singing in the loo.
Fitting.
I don't think it's an amazing feat of lyrical achievement - but I do still believe strongly in the subject matter - so much so at the moment when I have so many lovely people in my life through blogging. And so, typing it out to email to my Dad (I have no idea why he wants it) it struck me that at the time that I wrote this song I had no concept of a 'blog'. Which made me think of the wonderful contractual clause for rights in TV these days "All rights in all media now known or hereafter invented... ".
I am sure when I wrote this I would have applied the same clause. I just wouldn't have known it. Because I didn't know much ... a lot of fancy stuff with numbers and the whole back catalogue of the Smiths were about the limits of my wisdom at that age.
Anyway ... er ... please add your own smoke and beer ... here's a little number I wrote when I was just a kid, and with a small nod to the late great Carl Jung I'd like to dedicate it to his fan Ms M. I call it Synchronicity ...
I have a scary memory stuffed full of the words of thousands of songs ... mostly other people's but also everything I've ever written it seems ... so I found myself typing out the words to a song that I wrote when I was 17? 18? 19? (I'm 31 now - those years are a bit of a blur despite the clarity on the words themselves). I don't remember writing it - it seems like it was always there just waiting to be written down. I know that I recorded it in the band I was briefly in when I was 20 ... with the most talented singer I've had the joy of working with. Who, of course, I came to be writing music with because she was the glass collector in a pub where I was serving drinks and I overheard her singing in the loo.
Fitting.
I don't think it's an amazing feat of lyrical achievement - but I do still believe strongly in the subject matter - so much so at the moment when I have so many lovely people in my life through blogging. And so, typing it out to email to my Dad (I have no idea why he wants it) it struck me that at the time that I wrote this song I had no concept of a 'blog'. Which made me think of the wonderful contractual clause for rights in TV these days "All rights in all media now known or hereafter invented... ".
I am sure when I wrote this I would have applied the same clause. I just wouldn't have known it. Because I didn't know much ... a lot of fancy stuff with numbers and the whole back catalogue of the Smiths were about the limits of my wisdom at that age.
Anyway ... er ... please add your own smoke and beer ... here's a little number I wrote when I was just a kid, and with a small nod to the late great Carl Jung I'd like to dedicate it to his fan Ms M. I call it Synchronicity ...
these interlocking interlinking hands are weaving patterns of coherence
mapping out the paths the steps the dance this rhythm, making sense
of sights and sounds and words and pictures, sketching, drawing it together
twisting tying knots the threads of life unbroken spun forever
don't try to tell me that there's nothing going on
it's all around you, believe and you will see
don't try to tell me that there's nothing going on
it's all around you, it's synchronicity
scratch the surface feel the pulse this living breathing breeding force
undercurrents shifting tides that surge the river down its course
the fluid fragile webs of plans we're spinning growing day by day by day
the ever present wind of change blows complex til they fade away
don't try to tell me that there's nothing going on
it's all around you, believe and you will see
don't try to tell me that there's nothing going on
it's all around you, it's synchronicity
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11 Comments:
Hi Stray, belated Happy Blogday. A very thoughtful blog as always, nice to meet some fellow bloggers face to face, although I think I would find that a bit scary. Not that I think Caroline or Ms M are scary, but I'm sure you know what I mean. Loved the lyrics aswell.
thanks Sheepish - it was weirdly completely unscary and lovely :) I just felt like I was going to see some of my good friends. And we were all dead comfortable very quickly ... Fab!
Sx
Hi stray. I read the lyrics but, with me, they always take a while to sink in beyond the most superficial reading of them (that's not a polite way of avoiding saying what I think - it genuinely does take a while). I think you've got guts to post them though.
Nice point about synchronicity too. I'll be back to post when my brain's a little more receptive.
Dearest Stray, happy blogday even if I'm late, as usual. It's amazing to discover yet another side to your multisidedness: songwriter and performer in a band, no less. When are you going to post some sounds here? And pics of that historic time?
Must tell you that your song lyrics are synchronicity indeed: just two nights ago, at dinner with friends, we got into an animated debate about coincidence and synchronicity. Two of us (female) said there was synchronicity in coincidence and more than meets the eye; three of them (male) said there wasn't. I mentioned Arthur Koestler's "The Roots of Coincidence", the best book ever on the subject - have you read it? Anyway: your lyrics add one more "coincidence" to the chain and I'd love to hear the music that goes with them. Sing them into your blog?
hey trousers - thanks for dropping in :) I know what you mean ... they take a bit of sinking and digestion :)
Natalie ! Wow - how serendipitous :)
I think my take on it is like some sort of psychic gravity. We are drawn to unspoken parts of people, and places. I think the signposts and directions are often simply not obvious to our conscious processing. Or something :)
xx
Just the tantric sex and saving rainforests to tick off then :0)
Like the change of subject and swerve replying to Natalie's comment:0)...SO, if it was recorded and you are a computer whiz then it'll appear won't it!? I always love to hear how a human voice interprets words and a good singer plus words that mean more than LaLaLa, are an alchemy that never fails to interest me and sometimes stopps me in my tracks...go on let us hear it if you can.
D-W
Oh, honey, a song dedicated to me? I do love Carl Jung, you are right. I do think I quite love you too. Such beautiful lyrics.
Jung would be proud.
Thank you for being your amazing self, darling.
x
I like it. I can see that being a big hit. Happy Blogday, too :)
Oh! Ms M - I love you too :) I would marry you but I've only just asked Cas on her blog, and I think I should wait for a response from her first.
Seventh Sister - welcome! Thanks :) That is one of the best compliments I have ever had!
Angela-la-la - you too honey :)
PSB - do you think so? Apparently my dad actually played the demo at this lunch speech thing he did about synchronicity this week! He says that they said nice things about it ... but they would wouldn't they?
Thanks for the happy returns :) What a lovely blog year!
Sx
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