My child’s texture
Limbs longer always than I last remember
Coiled with youth
Springy and joyful like undercooked pasta
Pleases me.
Category: Poetry/Lyrics
This catastrophic breakup song is inspired in part by NK Jemisin’s scfifi/fantasy Broken Earth series. Loved it! Also, Mark’s got a skeletal backing track already, so this one might make it into full song form.
This is the last time we almost kiss
Before the tension all goes slack
A final moment of ignorant bliss
Before the test results get back
CHORUS
Accidents or deliberate stings
Falls and breaks, painful things
The passing of time isn’t always benign
Irrevocable
This is the last time the peace talks falter
Before we release the bomb
And it’s the last time we enjoy the spring rain
Before the storm is the calm
CHORUS
BRIDGE
That crack in the earth will never close again
The end’s passed by already.
What you feel now are the aftershocks
Inevitability
CHORUS
This is the last time I’ll speak with you
Before everything we say is wrong
It’s the last time we’ll play this tune
Before the end of the song
Cancer party soundtrack should include PF’s Comfortably Numb and CTD’s Afternoons and Coffeespoons. What else?
AC/DC Back in Black comes to mind
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds? A little trippy to go along with your pain patch trip.
The Firm – Radioactive
Green Day’s “Do You Know Your Enemy”
gloria gaynor”s ‘i will survive’
rachel platten ‘this is my fight song
‘Hit Me with Your Best Shot”,, Rocky theme song,
Hotel California of course
“Beat It” by MJ
the Beatles ‘Here Comes the Sun’
Invincible – Pat Benetar
Take the Skinheads Bowling
Beer (the one by Real Big Phish)
I’ll get by with a little help from my friends
Burning Down the House
Hit me w ith your best shot, I’m a survivor, we are the champions
I have another scan tomorrow. Realizing it was so close, I had considered waiting to see the results before scheduling the return-to-the-living party. Then I realized that way lies madness. There will always be another scan.
So I wrote song lyrics about it. I do this to torture Mark. It should be read in a fast, cheery tone.
Schroedinger’s a Jerk
Am I going to live or die?
The scan will tell me my oh my.
Guess it’s neither that nor this
Neither hit and neither miss
Til someone checks to see.
I’ve got things to do now
Places to be
So I can’t wait and won’t, you’ll see
Cause Schroedinger, he don’t own me.
Hey kitty kitty kitty
Kitty kitty kitty kitty
Hey kitty kitty kitty
C’mon out of that box.
Am I going to rise or fall?
Don’t know yet, well damn it all.
You should tell that isotope
Don’t mess around with people’s hope.
Won’t someone check and see?
I’ve got things to do now
Places to be
Friends that I’m expecting to see
Tell Schroedinger to let me be.
Hey kitty kitty kitty
Kitty kitty kitty kitty
Hey kitty kitty kitty
Let’s burn down the box.
-Treanor Frey
(Just trying it out.)
I can hear Sarah singing to the laundry as she folds it. I think the words go, “Napkin napkin nappy nay. Napkin napkin nappy nooo. Napkin napkin nappy woooooooah.”
Obviously it’s just the chorus, but it’s got a nice hook.
These Pills
You know they’re finally working
when you no longer need them.
