Song Cue!

I used to be a morning person.

There are some days when performing basic ablutions, getting dressed and making it down the stairs is a tremendous effort, a motherfucking challenge of Herculean proportions. I was whining to myself about how much work it is just to stay alive...and then…then? The Bee Gees came into my head. Yes, Stayin’ Alive.

Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive

Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me
I’m stayin’ alive

Yeah, how could I NOT boogie my ass into the shower and down to the elliptical with that shit going through my head? Honestly. I’m askin’ ya? Also too, tell me you're NOT humming that to yourself right now. Don't lie to me dolls – I KNOW you're singing. I can hear you from here!

Okay, then there’s this morning. I asked Ten to pass me my bed jacket (a lovely, furry, leopard print thing) because I couldn’t be arsed to lean forward to grab it off the foot of the bed. Dylan’s Leopard-skin Pill-box Hat magically (?) popped into my bean because OF COURSE it did!

Well you, look so pretty in it
Honey, can I jump on it sometime?
Yes, I just wanna see
If it’s really that expensive kind
You know it balances on your head just like a
Mattress balances on a bottle of wine
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Everything is a song cue. Of course.

Last night, right before bed, I read a post on Threads where someone was rhapsodizing about Paul Simon’s song American Tune. Mein GOTT! In the third verse, the sixth jump from g above middle c to the f above (I’m sure I’m describing this poorly), when he sings the line And high above my eyes could clearly see… is absolutely brainstoppingly transcendent. Go listen to the song – full lyrics here and below.

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right
I’m just weary to my bones
Still, you don’t expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
Or driven to its knees
Oh, but it’s all right, it’s all right
For lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road
We’re traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can’t help it, I wonder what’s gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

Oh, we come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age’s most uncertain hour
And sing an American tune
Oh, it’s all right, it’s all right
It’s all right, it’s all right
You can’t be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow’s going to be another working day
And I’m trying to get some rest
That’s all I’m trying to get some rest

 Being a morning person was a normal, natural thing with music. I miss musical propulsion – healthier and more effective than coffee.