I have all my songs listed in a spreadsheet which I randomize. Today's shuffle brought up a song that resides on my album Perfect Storm released in 2018. I love this song as it fermented out of a very creative stew of two different song ideas which combined in a magical way. This song is called Mocking Bird.
Details on the song creation can be found in a blog I posted many moons ago here.
This write-up is a longer stream of consciousness ramble today so take a deep breath; here is goes……
Although I have not pondered the lyrics in awhile, I think it is about being courageous and true to yourself when creating and/or living your life in general. It is difficult to be who you truly want to be in this world. Mocking Birds copy the songs of other birds. Some songs are beautiful but others may be deeply flawed.
This elicited feelings I had about how people sit in political bubbles and let others think for them. Or how people so easily bend to peer pressure, go out of their way to fit in or bow to fear. Something is lost when this goes too far. You feel it as a hole in your heart, a deep aloneness or a very steep cognitive dissonance with truth.
Seek out ways to find yourself, see past the noise and lies and be brave. Take compassionate action to make things better in your own way. Baby Steps can still be 10,000 steps forward in the end towards your goal. Always discriminate, learn and course correct to move in the right direction.
Engage, Don't Rage, seek conversations with people who hold different views—not to argue, but to understand why they think differently, practice Critical Thinking over Group Loyalty, practice pausing before reacting emotionally and ask: “Why do I believe what I believe? What if I'm wrong?”
but to deep dive into this subject now using pure stream of consciousness madness….
Sharing creative insight into process via “automatic verbalizing” and fate often seems like the words may or may not end up revealing themselves to me (perhaps not you) rather than some form of directed “making words up”. I can definitely relate to the “what is this crap anyway?” and create despite this.
The coffee’s too cold now but I keep sipping it anyway, like it’ll suddenly taste right again, like time might reverse for a moment just because I want it to. There’s a bird tapping on the window — maybe it sees its reflection, maybe it thinks it’s someone else entirely. Kind of like me some days. I wonder if trees get bored standing in one place, or if stillness is the deepest kind of freedom. I should be working but words feel better when they’re not tied to purpose, just drifting like smoke or fog or some old memory of rain. My hands are cold. My thoughts skip like records, dusty and a little warped. I miss someone, maybe no one in particular, just the shape of missing. And the sky’s still there — stubborn and endless — pretending it has nothing to do with the way I feel.
YET
This heart will not pretend.
This heart will not pretend.
I am pretty sure there is a song somewhere in that divine mess above : )
Have a great weekend
Dave
