Today’s challenge–the last one!–is “a song that reminds you of yourself.” I’ve said Dan Fogelberg’s song “Scarecrow’s Dream” is my theme song since the first time I lay in front of the stereo and listened to the words in the late 1970s. In comments under this video on YouTube, someone says, “Thank you, kind spirit, for all of your wise words.” I will forever now think of Dan Fogelberg as “kind spirit.” And I, too, thank him.
Thank you, too, for sticking with me for the month, especially when/if you commented or shared your own artists and songs for the challenges. If I helped you remember some favorites of your own, I’m glad.
Seldom seen
A scarecrow’s dream
I hang in the hopes of replacement
Castles tall
I built them all
But I dream that I’m trapped in
The basement.
And if you ever hear me calling out
And if you’ve been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
I can be found.
Plans I’ve made
A masquerade
Fading in fear of the coming day
Heroes’ tales
Like nightingales
Wrestle the wind as they run away.
And if you ever hear them calling out
And if you’ve been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
I can be found.
Garden gate
An empty plate
Waiting for someone to come and fill
Scarecrow’s dreams
Like frozen streams
Thirst for the fall
But they’re running still.
And if you ever hear me calling out
And if you’ve been by paupers crowned
Between the worlds of men and make-believe
I can be found.
From spinning round like a record – dead or alive, blaming it on a love of rock and roll – bon jovi, or loving rock and roll – joan jett and the black hearts (or rocky road – weird al’ but actually more like phish food – ben and jerry’s), or if you buy this record your life will be better – the tamperer maya, or rhythm is gonna get ya, or serenade 10 or
get on with it!!
I’m getting there, I’m getting there
now, where was I?
put your records on – corinne baily rae
mp3s killed the record company – adam lambert
doctorin’ the tardis – the timelords
stars on 45
damned on 45 – captain sensible
polkas on 45 – weird al’
come on everybody – jive bunny
you know, spring is coming…
oooh I’ll have that one too
oh no
spring is coming – ferrante and teicher
blue eyes – mika
the boxer – simon and garfunkel
daydream believer – the monkeys
shut up and dance?
that’s an album, not a song, and I’ve already been guilty of that crime
paninaro, take me home, relax, tainted love – where did our love go, follow your bliss, i still haven’t found what i’m looking for
no kidding, can you just say thanks for all the music and be done with this?
Thank You For The Music – ABBA
To you, I dedicate this from Walt Whitman:
Song of Myself, 51
The past and present wilt—I have fill’d them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Who has done his day’s work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?
Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?