Sleep, pretty darling, Dot not cry And I will sing a lullaby.
Golden slumbers, Fill your eyes Smiles await you when you rise.
Sleep pretty darling Do not cry And I will sing a lullaby.
My brain is oh-so-literal, judging from the soundtrack it’s put together for insomnia. But the brain forgets that the insomniac will bounce through soothing lyrics in triple time, completely neutralizing their somnolent qualities.
Still, it’s a lovely song, from the Beatles’s Abbey Road album. Lovely, but with something angry bubbling to get out. Perhaps my insomnia soundtrack should be more ragey (let it all out before sleep) or more sweet (no hidden anger).
I have a favourite online music station, called Lush, part of the SomaFM family, which describes itself as “Sensuous and mellow vocals, mostly female, with an electronic influence”. It is very mellow, pretty, sensuous, sometimes very quirky, and also free. Great writing or chill out music.
My first thought with this prompt was the song by Simon and Garfunkel. Will songwriters be studied (or are they now?) in schools the way classic poets have been?
I Am a Rock
A winter’s day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island.
I’ve built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island.
Don’t talk of love, But I’ve heard the words before; It’s sleeping in my memory. I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island.
I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries.