The Song in Your Head - SA TR

[Arty50]

That song in your head, when did it begin? Was it when you woke up? Perhaps it was on the way to the hill or up the lift. Maybe it began right before you dropped into your line. Or maybe you were just on your way to work or driving across the country…daydreaming.





How do you convey it to someone else? You’re riding the lift, or perhaps standing on top of that perfect line…and it hits you. The one song that is perfect for this moment…for this brief run through time. Can it be shared? Perhaps not. Maybe like me, you’re more of a musical person; someone who loves the flow and sound of a song. Which makes this all the more difficult. So how do you convey this perfection of the moment? Merely passing on the lyrics doesn’t seem to suffice. But somehow it must be put into words. Hmmmm…but the lyrics…the words…you look at them…and they fit too..

Yes, that song. The one perfect song, that takes you just to the right place…where everything is right in the world. Your turns flow into each other, and flow into the world. Happiness? No. It’s more than that. The lyrics are so simple…or are they. But how can you possibly convey the tune? How do you express the totality of it to someone else? Can it be shared? Perhaps not. But why not try.

I stand accused just like you

For being born without a silver spoon

Stood at the top of a hill

Over my town I was found



I've been on the shelf too long

Sitting at home in my bed too long

Got my things and now I'm gone

How's the world gonna take from me?



Finding myself used to be hard

But now I see the light

If love is a drug

Then I don't need it



I've been on the shelf too long

Sitting at home in my bed too long

Now it's time to hear my song

How are you gonna take it?

[Arty50]

I've been on the shelf too long

Think the words without the song

Never had a way to go

Tell me now I'm taking it

I've been on the shelf too long

I've been on the shelf too long

I've been on the shelf too long



We've got a lot of living to do

There's a door in my mind that's open wide

Come inside come inside



Jesus never saved me

He'll never save you too, and you know!

I've got a little sticker on the back of my boot

This is music



And now I see the light shining bright in my eyes

If love is the drug then it ain't for me

Well music is my life

And loved by me

I'm gonna move on the floor with my sweet young thing

Down down down we go till we reach the bottom

Of our soul with this is music


Hmmmm…doesn’t cut it does it? There are so many tunes in my head when I’m out there. The above was “This is Music” by the Verve. They have a ton of songs that inspire me greatly. And there’s so much more…the charging flow of the Charlatans, the beauty of “Dramamine” by Modest Mouse, the entire “Every Night for You” disc by Juned, and so much more. Really there are just too many songs to list…too much to explain. And even better, there’s the inspiration of the great people around you and the music in their heads.



So this is merely my weak attempt at relaying my experience to you. Maybe it's just best if I end this with a question...

What's the song in your head?

[Crinkle]

not a weak attempt at all. fkna stellar.

song in my head "little red corvette" but that is just me.

[basom]

Please would you like to be somewhere floating free?
Seems my destiny, Captain Fantasy
Take a minute to go down beneath the reaches of sound
You could be with me, Captain Fantasy
And when I'm there, I'm here
And when you're near, I'm there
The only words of your life, Captain Fantasy




nice work mike

[KANUTTEN]

Man,

That teased out a little tear in the corner of my eye...

[powderchick]

man that was just beautiful. i wish i was there right about now.

[powder11]

What's the song in your head?

I'm jealous... jealous again

[jibij]

What's the song in your head?

Another Verve song... "Lucky Man"

Good stuff, Arty!

[Xover]

thanks for sharing Arthur Vandelay

[Tyrone Shoelaces]

Great TR Art! Damn I miss it!

[lph]

Beautiful job as always, Arty!!

[shirk]

Yet another great TR from Arty. You have provided SOOOOO much stoke this last season. You rock.

[hop]

very nicely done Sr. Artofferson!

[CRACKER]

Wow one of the best post's ever.

[irul&ublo]

Arty....you're lucky. The song going through my head is "will you go to prom with me..." I should have never clicked on that link in the Padded Room.

[truth]

"I'm too sexy" has been playing in my head for 983 days.

[Squirrel99]

Fuggen, EH!

Great TR! If I wasn't trying to focus at work right now, I drop in some lyrics.
But if it's a full movie soundtrack playing- the grand finale or credits song has gotta be Aerosmith/Sweet Emotion or the Neptunes remix of Rolling Stones/Sympathy for the Devil.

Again, awesome write up. It'll be tough to compete with this one, but I'll try and throw some more SA mini recap perspective up next week.

[Arty50]

Again, awesome write up. It'll be tough to compete with this one, but I'll try and throw some more SA mini recap perspective up next week.

You're kidding me right? You posted real time from SA; and as I'm sure everyone will attest, your pics have kicked serious ass. And then there's Foggy's post, and lph's video...

Also, I just added a link to my post for the song. Right click, save.

[Telenater]

So incredibly jealous.

[Ubersheist]

So incredibly jealous.

Ditto, ditto and ditto. F'ing sweet, Arty!

Like Powder11, something about this photo really strikes me:



Jealousy is so seething right now... Thanks for the stoke, dude!

[Buster Highmen]

A chain with yellow lights
That glistens like oil beads
On its slick smooth trunk
That trails behind on tracks, and thumps
A wing hangs limp and retreats

Bat chain puller
Puller puller

Bulbs shoot from its snoot
And vanish into darkness
It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth
Sodbustin’ rakes with grey dust claws
Announces its coming in the morning
This train with grey tubes
That houses people’s very thoughts and belongings.

Bat chain puller
Puller puller

This train with grey tubes that houses people’s thoughts,
Their very remains and belongings.
A grey cloth patch
Caught with four threads
In the hollow wind of its stacks
Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks,
Lunging the cushioned thickets.
Pumpkins span the hills
With orange crayola patches.
Green inflated trees
Balloon up into marshmallow soot
That walks away in forty circles,
Caught in grey blisters
With twinkling lights and green sashes
Uuh
Pulled by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
That blister and break in agony
In souls of rust
They kill gold sawdust into dust.

Bat chain puller,
Puller puller

[freshie247]

Right now it's Cold Smoke, the new song I'm working on,but it's mixed in with Blue Sky by the Allmans,cause I have to learn it for Sunday.

[bcrider]

What a way to spend a week of your summer.

Good stuff, thanks for sharing.

[enlosandes]

Champagne and Caviar!

[Tresckow]

Awesome Arty. Your tr instantly brings me back. That is, back to Hop's rendition of "It must of been love" floating around in my head.