“WAKE UP SUNSHINE”

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Wake up sunshine

Open up your sleepy eyes for me

Can’t have you hidin’

I’ve been waiting all the night

People waiting for the light

Sunshine, sunshine

Wake up sunshine…

…So stop hidin’ your face

Just open your eyes

Just smile your smile

I’m talkin’ to you

Wake up sunshine…

–Lyrics from Chicago II–

DAILY PROMPT: EARWORM (TERMINALLY NOSTALGIC)

The Logical Song
The Logical Song (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week. 

I may, yet, be committed to the “Home for the Terminally Nostalgic.”  Until that day happens, I can’t help but think, that in several ways, personal electronic devices enslave us, make us work more, and communicate less interpersonally.

Before the internet, there were movies, television and radio–all served to mass-culturize and make the world a little smaller.  In the not-too-distant future there won’t be anyone that remembers what pre-internet days were like.  Some days, I could do without the excessive drama, in my hectic, twenty-first century, day-to-day life.

Would the world go on without an internet?  For some people it already does.  From today’s “New York Times” the
“Quote of the Day,” “For me, internet doesn’t exist.  I’ve never seen it.  I don’t know what it does.”  From Ana Marie Hernandez, a retired nurse in Cuba, where web access is rare and costly.   

Maturity is not always what it’s cracked up to be, either.  When I was addressed as “Sir” on a regular basis, I knew the express train to Geezerville had left the station.  There’s a finiteness about being sixty-something.  It calls for savoring every day–finding things to be grateful for.  I would like to go back to a simpler time–especially when my gadgets go kaput and I can’t fix them.  There’s no way, I now, could handle teenage angst.  Maybe that’s why it’s visited on the young?  When did it happen?  When did I become predictable, dependable, responsible, and logical?  The lyrics, steadfastly sticking with me, are from “Supertramp’s” “Breakfast in America” album.

“THE LOGICAL SONG”

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees
Well they’d be singing so happily, joyfully, playfully
Watching me, but then they sent me away
To teach me how to be sensible, logical, responsible, practical
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable
Clinical, intellectual, cynical
There are times when all the world’s asleep
The questions run too deep for such a simple man
Won’t you please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd, but please tell me who I am 

I said now, watch what you say, now we’re calling you a radical
A liberal, fanatical, criminal
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re acceptable
Respectable, presentable…

DAILY PROMPT: FROM EARWORM TO OBSESSION

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers (Photo credit: ladybugbkt)

Yesterday, it was “Learning to Fly” by Tom Petty.  Because, every day I’m learning to fly.  Sometimes I fall flat on my face, but I get up and keep going.

Spent years flying for someone else
Now, I’m flying, only for myself
If my fanciful flights fizzle and burn
Imagine all the things I’ve learned
Where I’m bound, I don’t know where
There’s no rush, I’ll wait till I’m there

Poignant lyrics stick in my head.  I’m sixty-four, and days of popular music having a “good beat and being easy to dance to” are long past.  My workshop radio is tuned to an “adult contemporary” local station.  It takes something outstanding to catch my attention, to the point that it sticks with me.  Sometimes my earworms morph into obsessions–demanding expression.  I have to find music for said earworm, sing, play air or real guitar.  For me, earworms aren’t always a bad thing.  Today, I was captivated by “She Talks to Angels” by the Black Crowes.  The lyrics obviously described someone on the downward spiral of addiction.  A while back it was “I Believe in Love” by Don Williams.  Where and when it happens, there’s no rhyme or reason.  I’ve stopped and parked my car to savor music and lyrics.  It could even be background music from a TV commercial; “Midnight Rider” by the Allman Brothers is currently playing on the jukebox between my ears.