“What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you!” From the cover by HIM – that’s weird!
And to start with all I wanted to hear was Danny Elfman’s, “The Little Things”, from Wanted’s OST. That brought me to Nine Inch Nails’, “Everything Is Exactly The Same”, which, I fear, describes the current state of my life. To work, to bed and so on… leaves out the triumphs and tribulations each day brings. In an envelope, the daily routine would be true, but there is the life of the mind and the heart.
Somehow, that led me to, “Behind Blue Eyes”. I was looking for the Limp Bizkit cover (not knowing that it was a cover). Which led me to the original song by The Who. And somewhere in the comments following the assertion that the original’s the best, I came across the reference to HIM’s cover of, “Wicked Game”.
Now I’ve got ideas leaping left, right and center. I want to hear Tool! I want to hear some more HIM (although Wicked Game was not my fave). However, they seem to have interesting titles for their songs, like, “Razorblade Kiss”, “Bury Me Deep Inside”, and “Bury me Deep inside your Heart”. Is it me or does this seem very S&M – leaning heavily on the M?
Ok, out with HIM. I can’t stand this crap. Denke ich das ich hatte gemeint The Cult und schriebt Tool. “I’ve still got your face, painted on my heart…. etched upon my memory… I still got your kiss burning on my lips…” This is ROCK!, “It’s just no use. Every part of me is still a part of you!” That’s pain. That’s the burn. This is what parting feels like and when you pair it up with Joe Campbell’s myths of love, sacrifice and loss, it’s the journey of the hero; growing and living, moving forward with the loss; transcending and accepting, yet perhaps, holding on to the lessons learned.
Which ties into my burning urge – to write, to craft and to create. I’m assembling the pieces and perhaps gathering the crumbs… like Nut swallowing the sun and shitting it out! Terrible analogy, but let us call me the slug that eats the leaves and spins yarns? Or the slug that eats these jeweled ideas and turns these grains into a fabric. Which reminds me of a poem of Yeats’ that I came across recently:
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
– William Butler Yeats
from this glad, ad-less site (http://elise.com/quotes/quotes/yeats.htm)
Well, it speaks naught of ingestion or of transformation, but speaks of dreams and of spreading them under feet, which may tread harshly – the writer exposing and sharing his own mind with his readers, opening him/herself up to ridicule.
(Apologies, force of habit drives me to use him/his and other masculine forms in the third person – no slight intended)
Oh, and I love the Limp Bizkit version of, “Behind Blue Eyes”. That don’t make The Who any less of a band or their original any less wonderful. Just shows that I’m a child of the electronica age and am comfy with the eletronic strings and the electronically mutated voice – made to sound somewhat tinny – alternately that could just be the YouTube version I’m listening to!