It happened again this morning, that the titles of the songs which randomly popped up on my phone during my short commute to the campus assembled themselves into something approaching poetry:
Another brick in the wall, then came the morning.I didn't see that until I started to record this morning's soundtrack. Hmmm... I'll bet with a little license I could create a short narrative:
I'll do the driving while within me a lunatic sings*,
"Turn to stone, kangaroo court!"
*[Within me a lunatic sings is the English translation of the song title, Inní mér syngur vitleysingur.]
Last night I dreamed claustrophobic Poe-esque storylines
All pounding heart and sealing walls
I know I squirmed against invisible bonds of sleep paralysis
As bricks slowly obscured my view
One brick, another brick, then another...
Another brick in the wall, then came the morning at last.
Who wastes their nights in such useless terror?
What else lies hidden in my mind, to creep out when all is at rest?
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur (within me a lunatic sings)
One song, another song, then another...
I leave for work, I think, under my own control
I'll do the driving, but what drives me?
As my own verdict silently and mindfully plays out I turn to stone.
The internal kangaroo court is laughing now
One laugh, another laugh, then another.
Within me a lunatic sings
That certainly wasn't how my night went, thankfully. And this morning all I noticed was a string of really good tunes that kept me tapping the steering wheel all the way to campus.
Today's full playlist:
- Another Brick In The Wall, Pink Floyd
- Then Came The Morning, The Lone Bellow
- I'll Do the Driving, Fountains Of Wayne
- Inní mér syngur vitleysingur, Sigur Rós
- Turn To Stone, Electric Light Orchestra
- Kangaroo Court, Capital Cities
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