For now - I'd like to finish up the lyrical content of our EP:
SATURDAY THE 14th:
Pulled from my sleep
with the sands of my life's hourglass in my sheets
About a quarter of a century in -
what has been reached?
It's been long enough to fight with my vices - quit -
and then fall in love with them again
back to the same old never-changing - ever-changing world
Location, Location - am I on top or is it crushing down?
who's holding who up?
*Do I - will I - walk my talk?
All the necessary stops - The crucial pause.
We die some - then we move on
Our times they come -
metaphorical, spiritual, actual, physical -
all of it and none of it at all.
And...she's back with the coming of age lamenting! But really - doesn't the bed seem a little smaller as you sleep with what you've collected over the years? Trials, tribulations. Little particles of life, exfoliating tender skin - we struggle to tuck ourselves in the way we used to be - or the way we wished to be. Maybe the way it was in the movies. Sweet kisses to the forehead. Soft lips drying over time - hardened and heavy - sweet bricks of reality to the forehead. What?! (Okaay... this is getting dramatic. I just need to spend some time writing for fun, I think. I'll spare my tangents as much as possible...)
Sudden awareness brings the potential for action. Harsh as it can be to realize we are in bed with some grating elements - what if we didn't take notice- what if miss the things that I really better for us, holding on to things that aren't?
There is not a lot of words in the song - but each line is a container for further substance, and it covers a broad spectrum of human reflection:
The verses address a dance with ego. Sometimes we set up boundaries, only to break them after a stint of struggle. Vices - substances, habits, relationships - our all-consuming consumptions. We deem them bad the moment we lose control of ourselves. At my most empathetic and objective, however, I see some good reasons for our indulgences; I consider the deprivation of our basic needs and instincts to fit in better to our social roles. Our egos - the conflict of what has us hoping to fit in, and yet hoping to be significant - the very nature of that has us spinning - breaking apart, and then trying to tie it back together. I also touch on the dynamic of privilege and responsibility.
In the chorus - I ponder diligence in action and also the wisdom of patience and remembering to temper impulsiveness.
The last part of this song deals with aspects of death and rebirth - and makes a connection between tangible and intangible: The mind, the body, the spirit. Ideas vs. the things we can confirm with the senses. Though it gets easy to think of these elements as incompatible, people are the beautiful reason these things can coexist.
xo.
-Ash
