Saturday, June 13, 2009

magic and loss


When you pass through the fire
you pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble
the lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out.
You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
You pass through the ever present past
and its best not to wait for the luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light.

As you pass through the fire
your right hand waving
there are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread in your head
will never help you out.
You have to be very strong
'cause you start from zero
over and over again
As the smoke clears
there's an all consuming fire
lying straight ahead.

They say no one person can do it all
but you want to in your head
But you can't be Joyce
So what is left instead
You're stuck with yourself
and a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again.
And just this moment
This wonderful fire starts up again.

When you pass through humble
when you pass through sickly
when you pass through
I'm better than you all
When you pass through anger and self deprecation
and have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh
and you can savour the magic
that let you survive your own war
You find the fire is passion
and there's a door up ahead, not a wall.

As you pass through the fire
as you pass through the fire
trying to remember its name
when you pass through the fire licking at your lips
you cannot remain the same
And if the building's burning move towards that door
but don't put the flames out
There's a bit of magic in everything
and some loss to even things out
.......some loss to even things out

Lou Reed
I think Lou Reed was painted with the lyrical poetic brush similar to the one God used on Leonard Cohen. I think God left behind the paint brushes for them to be used as the implements for capturing their creative song spirits so visually and viscerally. While I'm thinking about this....another songwriting alleyway observer fits in with these two....gravel voice and all. Mr. Waits.

Now thats a trinity!

5 comments:

a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

"When the past makes you laugh
and you can savour the magic
that let you survive your own war
You find the fire is passion
and there's a door up ahead, not a wall."

i would like to share a comfortable silence with you. because i know it would be. comfortable.

Kay said...

this too shall pass...a great rendition of the constant of our own cycles in life

Awareness said...

Irish Heather....that's after a good long gabfest i think! :) Both in comfort. I agree.

Kay...Oh, I'm fine and dandy on this end. I was struck by the lyrics I looked up after watching Lou Reed interviewed by Elvis Costello the other night. It seemed so beautifully paradoxical... the magic inside of a loss.

The Mad Ape said...

I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm goin' to try for the kingdom if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
Then I tell you things aren't quite the same

When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I have made big decision
I'm goin' to try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death

You can't help me not you guys
All you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
I put on a sailor's suit and cap

Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils in this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess I just don't know
Oh, and I guess I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off than dead

When the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jims in this town
And all of the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody putting everybody else down and all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

Wow, that heroin is in my blood
And the blood is in my head
Yeah, thank God that I'm good as dead
Ooohhh, thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know

The Mad Ape said...

Lou Reed performs