Music Week (Day 3)
February 22, 2011 § 4 Comments
So I’m going to cheat a little today. Obviously, it’s no longer the same week that I originally started Music Week in. But for once I want to finish something I’ve started, so I’m not going to post anything else until I’m done with all seven days regardless of however long it takes me in reality.
I’m also cheating today because I am not writing the lyrics to a song, but the words to a spoken word piece. But in reality, there’s no real difference, it’s all poetry. I think I have the words right (feel completely free to correct me) but obviously I’m not really sure of the most appropriate method to punctuate it when it’s written down. Sorry about that 🙂
Its beauty is announced as I…
Reminding me of the movements of an exotic dancer
Gracefully curving and circulating the space and objects
Imagine it representing myself
Therapeutic and ancient
It rests in the live cells of a tree
Waiting patiently to be released by the kiss of a flame
That existed long before it had been given a name
And after all that time it remains not the same –
Sadly it had to go through some catastrophic change
Now it circulates the air everywhere
Smoke polluted by cars in squares
I can smell it being burned over there
By those folks in those chairs
And we can’t seem to get a breath of fresh air anywhere
Smoke is symbolic
Its marking is evident
It’s ability to represent is simply magnificent
Burning as incense and using sacraments
I see these beautiful people’s lips
Puffing upon white cancer sticks
And our precious breathing lungs absorb the tar-filled smoke like a sponge
And it spreads out out attack children and everyone
Air is essential
Its cleanliness is fundamental
Its importance is undeniable
Its abuse is unjustifiable
And all this smoke is making breathing unbearable
And all that it affects is unexplainable
But I ask if you could take a look inside
And see exactly what it’s doing to your anatomy
Would you continue to pay $3.50 for a box of captivity?
‘Cuz they keep you addicted faithfully
Only for them to gain financially
Don’t you see?
Or are you unconsciously contributing to a destructive reality?
“It’s okay, it’s only me
This is how I choose to be
It helps me deal with my reality
I’m going through changes
Just let me be
Listen, I know you’re not proud
Your head is in a smoky cloud
But I gotta say it out loud
Get. It. Together.
Cigarette smoking is far from clever
It’s nasty for your health, your breath and for your long-time pleasure
Imagine being 50 years old
And having emphysema or lung cancer
And still smoking those sticks
Through the hole that they cut in your neck
Can’t even catch your breath
Can’t even have sex
So outta shape, no muscles to flex
Put that butt out and give it a rest
Plus why you so concerned about how you look on the outside
When you’re deteriorating your insides?
Inhaling that poison through your mouth
But toning up your hips and thighs?
What’s wrong with your eyes?
You’re not blind but you can’t see
Inhaling that shit obliviously?
Obviously you need to
If you’ve never heard of her, or had the opportunity to listen to one of her pieces, there are links throughout this post to her various sites, etc. It’s all really good stuff – I highly recommend that you check it out.