Do you emulate both slob and insomniac? Cursed with too little rest one night, And sleep like a corpse the next, Does your routine remain fluidic? Unpredictable and overly pliable,
You see, A sleep schedule is like a beast, An anaconda with a foul temper, A stallion not yet broken, A sloth and a dragon,
It won’t always heed your wants, It has a wild heart all its own, It’ll thrash and kick, Bite and try to flee, And your daylight hours will bear the wounds,
It could indeed be tamed, Through effort and habitual changes Fewer chemicals and bedtimes kept, Respect this cavalier animal, And you’ll rest anew.
How are you all doing this week? Very well I hope. With any luck, you’re having a more interesting week than me. It’s been something of a slow week here at the asylum. Not bad by any means, just uneventful. Even the weather has been surprisingly neutral, without anything particularly standout. It’s definitely beginning to feel closer to spring now though. I suppose I should be glad in a way, uneventful is better than negative eh? Speaking of which, after my little tangent last week about grief a few of you left some insightful words in the comments. You didn’t have to do that. I really appreciate it though and it was exactly what I think I needed. You’re all very kind.
Before I become any more sentimental and the voices start whining, let’s get on with the point of todays post eh? It’s the Harlequins writing music today don’t you know?! Did anybody see the clue for todays musical theme? It was so adorable, I just had to pick it. Honestly, it was just precious! Go and have a look maybe? Hehe!
Well, the musical theme for today is quite a cool one honestly. I’m amazed I hadn’t thought of it before. Unless I did and forget… Bleh, I have no idea. Anyways, the musical theme for this week is animals! The clue was a photo of a Quokka, an adorable little critters that I believe are from Australia. You won’t find any songs about those today (that would be niche, even for me) but there are many artists who have written about animals or have used animals as some kind of metaphor. As with the natural world, the wildlife living within it has captivated humanity forever I would imagine. They’re our friends, our food and even our colleagues. Some are so much like people that they are treated as such. Some are feared about all else whereas some are angels in fur. I don’t think I need to go into too much detail, you all know about animals I’m sure. For the record, I’m a big fan of doggies, chameleons and owls. Shall I get to the music? Ok, I’ll get to the music.
Please, join me as we delve into the musical minds of wild artists the world over!
And there we have it! I want to go and cuddle with the dogs we have at the asylum now! Bit impractical as they’re asleep right about now but still. I hope you enjoy the musical choices I’ve presented this week and check out all of these artists out. You won’t regret it I’m certain. I’m sure you’ve heard of one or two of these, but still. Give them some love eh?
Speaking of love, mind allowing me some too? Perhaps not love, but some minor attention at least? The asylum really needs the help my friends. I really want to get my writings to more people and I can’t do it without you beautiful peeps. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and lastly a page over on Twitter as well. Please think about giving me over a like and follow over on those. Also, maybe tell your friends as well? That’d be lovely. Last but not least, if you really enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on my Ko-Fi page as well! Thanks for everything!
It rains upon me often, Like a migraine that won’t pass, This heavy cloud, It used to bother me, Send chills all over, Summon the darker aspects in my mind, But no more, Now it is just so much mist, The sorrow is naught more than vapour, I learned something you see, Showers are intermittent, And the sun always arrives anew, Resting above me, The rain may drench my face, But I brought an umbrella,
And even in this sick world, Rain doesn’t last forever.
Does this winter never end? I know that’s a stupid question, but I simply can’t wait for the weather to warm up. I’m fed up with wearing several layers everyday. Don’t mind me, I’m just complaining to the laptop really. I hope that all of you are surviving out there, especially those of you affected by snow. We’re fairly lucky with that on the island, it’s very rare for snow to bother us here. You better keep safe out there or I’ll be most upset.
So, on to less droll conversations. Who likes music? Well, that’s what we’re all here for today! If you don’t really like music, I’m not sure why you’re here. Surely not for me rambling nonsense. So, did anybody see the clue for todays theme? I certainly hope so! I spend at least 5 minutes searching for those you know!
So, let’s get right down to it eh? Todays musical theme is the weather! Yep! Now I know previously I have covered the cold and winter. I’ve covered summer and the heat. But what about the weather in a more general sense? What about the wind? The rain? What about simple calm blue skies? Those still have merit don’t they? Who doesn’t like not having to worry about the weather on a given day eh? Well, there’s plenty of music inspired by all kinds of weather. It doesn’t always have to be the extremes after all. The wiles of the natural world are something that has inspired souls since the beginning of time. I imagine people have created music about it even back in the cave and fire times! Skulls for drum sets anybody? So, I’m sure I don’t need to explain how all kinds of natural climates could inflame an artist. Let’s just get to it!
So please, join me as we delve into the musical minds of elemental artists the world over!
And there we have it! I feel like I just watched a very jazzy weather forecast. If only they were always musical in nature on the tv eh? Mind you, that may be a bit more first thing in the morning. I don’t think anybody needs somebody singing about the virtues of north westerlies at 7am. Alas, I hope that you enjoy the choices I’ve shared today and that you check out the artists as ever. They always deserve it. Some well-known names there for sure!
Speaking of not-very-well-known names, have you heard of my social media sites? It would mean a great deal to me if any of you deigned to like/follow me over on those pages as well. I’ll include links here as always. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and lastly (and least) a page over on Twitter as well. If you really enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please also consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thanks for everything my friends!
I feel as if I’m in an ice age, My own arctic circle, Turning cold after a long temperate season, A period of social mosquitoes and foul gelato, The climate had to shift, Now I spy people through ice sheets, Natures looking glass, I see how they were melting me, Diluting me, Making campfires under my esteem,
So I’ve grown wintry in reciprocation, Yet I am not heartless, For the right souls I will thaw, But I’ve been too summery for some, Those who wouldn’t brave a blizzard with me, I don’t want your Titanics to strike me, Disturbing my icy peace, My encased heart, I’m no longer your iceberg, No longer your undeserved warmth.
Despite being in the dark, With a void in my thoughts, I am on a sunlit path, Twisting and coiling, Aureate in its countenance, As if even the stones are grinning, I can’t see the end, My finished product, The sun blinds my minds eye, She doesn’t want to give away the surprise, But I believe in this summery trail, The path is fulgent, The future is bright, The rays of the sun say so.
I’ve been thinking, The globe is a viper pit, And its inhabitants reptiles, All of us, Lizard scales over our eyes, Those cold eyes and colder hearts,
Like boas do we pressure each other, Slaves and taskmasters, We hoard like avaricious dragons, In caves of plaster and copper, Stabbing one another like cobra fangs, Blades in hand and venom on tongues,
Evolution is coming too idly, Warm blood is a rarity in our nature, Is it sustainable? Who can say? You remember the dinosaurs? Where are they now?
I was born in winter, When the year too was young, I am cold itself, Not feeling the sun for many cycles, Brought up in the gloom, Savouring only rainfall and bonfires,
My eyes are snowflakes, Gleaming in blue fragility, Open one moment and gone the next,
My voice is a blizzard, A wind snapping at your flanks, Bringing only frostbite and goosebumps,
My spirit is wintry rime, A frozen lake in my chest, Immune to human warmth,
I was born of winter, I am algor incarnate, Dead to the touch, Call me Jack Frost, Find ye shelter child, For no heat shall accompany my step.
Tonight I was struck by lightning, And solicited by dark roaring thunder, I brook this current through me, A maniac charge surging all over, Searing every nerve, Exorcising any feelings, Cremating any remaining heart, And creating an electrified husk,
The tempest has changed me, Galvanising, Newly animating me, It’s a passing of the torch, So now I approach, No more impeded by my humanity, And I’m the dark storm on the horizon, Ever fulminating.
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