The Cowboy Junkies 2007 album “At the end of Paths Taken” is my favorite album of the year and its been a long, long time since I’ve really loved an album like this. The state of contemporary music is terrible right now or I’m just getting old or both. I don’t know. This album is full of interesting songs about being at a place where one feels like there are no choices left. The first song on the album, Brand New World, sums this up perfectly. It came at time in my life (earlier this year) when I felt like I was at the end of my choices. I still feel that way, but care a little less these days.
“Brand new world. I can’t relate.”
This sums it up for me. Call me old or something, but this new world that we live in is not a world that I like nor do I really want to be a part of at this point. I don’t see things getting better. I wonder what kind of miracle is going to come around and fix this massive mess we’re in in the world. The thing is, people don’t like to talk about this, but I need to talk about this. This is part of the reason for this blog. I want to share songs that have meaning to me.
Just the other day my friend Erin (not her real name; her real name is Sandi) asked me if I needed meaning in everything and I told her yes, I do. This seems to bother people for reasons I’ve never understood. This is the sort of thing where if you become honest with people about how you really feel, they will change their locks on you.
This new world that I can’t relate to is sick and very whorey. When did everyone go from looking slutty to just looking like whores? When did that happen? Why does everyone seem to have that porno sheen about them, like they’ve just been shooting a porno movie and they didn’t have time to clean up. Maybe that’s what everyone is doing. I don’t know.
Let me choose to not participate.
Here’s the song:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/3444092b6dfcb6/
Mouths to feed. Shoes to buy.
Rent to pay. Tears to dry.
Brand new world.
I can’t relate.
Let us choose
to not participate.
Open up.
Let me wander in.
Your heart is not
such a tender thing.
Brand new world.
I contend,
only love
will stop the withering.
Oh, to lie in wait
as the shadows and the shapes
spill across the walls
like a river
deep
in spate.
4am.
Dark reality.
Brand new world
and my heart
is missing.
2 comments:
It was the cowboy junkies reference that brought me here, but the writing got me reading the whole blog. That's it, I just thought you should know someone was reading what you wrote.
It's great to know people are starting to read this blog. I love the Cowboy Junkies!
Thanks,
J
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