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Dream About Flying — Sunday AM Punk Rock Gospel Blog

Posted in Sunday AM Punk Rock Gospel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 10, 2008 by alphabetfiend

What I really SHOULD be talking about in this Punk Rock Gospel Blog is the total human rights catastrophe of Prop 8 which is breaking my heart with its backward BS. I never dreamed that sucker would pass. I’m sick about it. And I have a lot to say on the subject of gay marriage as a human rights issue. Which I why I just can’t do that today when I’m 6 days behind in my 50,000 word marathon, having committed to the nanowrimo challenge for National Novel Writing Month. So I have no room for those words, also I have a one-track mind. So I’m going to share this Alexi Murdoch song from the perspective of Marchella, one of the characters in Pure Sweet Chocolate Sense.

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Dear Venus —

Kept hitting replay today, listening to the song “Dream About Flying”…. I have this aching attachment to it that is off-putting. It’s as if it’s not for me. But it must be cause I’m all that I have. I listen to it and I feel the agony and frustration of a mustachioed stranger. I feel his searching and his hiding. How he opens his eyes to the ceiling and feels like futility will eat him alive. Maybe it’s because I’ve been there — I’ve been that man. Of course that must be it, some part of myself searching for me and not finding me. Trying so hard, so hard, so hard.  But I’m finally not hiding as much and hurting less. So maybe eventually that will bring that aching man that haunts my insides a little bit of peace.

Nutter alert:

Wouldn’t it be wildly wonderful if the man isn’t internal but external, meaning that he really exists out there and the reason he’s searching for me is because I’m his one true love? His peace is me, finding me. And my peace is being found. He’ll gather me up, my bones & my secrets, my hard parts gone soft in his arms, and I’ll rejoice in my organic nature, in my earthling body self b/c he’ll be — FINALLY — my soft place to fall. Not that I believe in all that hoodoo, psychic visions or soul mates but my romantic mood of late has my mind mushy and hopeful.

Oh, and go ahead and twitter all you blogosphere hipsters, cause yes I did get that “soft place to fall” from Dr. Phil — I admit it! But hey, the only reason you know that is because YOU’RE watching him too. Anyhoo. I wouldn’t mind having a little of what he and Robin have so I guess I’m not too cool for all that.

It is a great song. He sounds so much like Nick Drake! Posted the lyrics too. Watch the u-tube clip!

Looking for love, finding myself,

xoxo Marchessa

Dream About Flying

Pale light this morning
Woke me
Slow pain I feel
Will not let me be

So much work to do
I don’t know if I can
Trying so hard, so hard, so hard
But I’m just one man

Five years old I climbed up on the wall
My mother warned me but I took no heed
Like all creatures great and small
I took a fall and found out I could bleed

These days I’m afraid of everything
Suppose cause everything will die
Thought it was to love what they will lose
So much easier to lie

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning
Actually it’s more like most of the time
But every now and then when I’m sleeping
I still have a dream that I’m flying

And I wake up crying

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