Posts Tagged ‘weather’

The rain has me,
And I her,
For her I am a pluviophile,
So I don’t seek shelter,
In her mist I sit rueful,
Yet still am I embraced,
She runs over me,
Pitter-pattering,
Serenading me in raw cacophony,
Millions of notes performed on asphalt,
As we sob together,
Lament together,
Sigh Together,
Cut Together,

All in water,
All in blue.

The gloam comes,
And with it the ravages of the night,
The regrets and the nightmares,
The sweats and the guild-ridden fantasia,
And things in the periphery,
Despite the serenity of the scene,
My skull is a maelstrom,
The quiet is no comfort this eve,

But the firmament brings aid,
The clouds burst,
A million little saviours,
Sallying forth in torrents,
A soothing cacophony of blue,
Each impact a pyrrhic victory over the silence,
Every raindrop upon my window,
Like a lovers kiss goodnight.

Good <insert-time-of-day> inmates!

I think the heavens have permanently opened in the last week. It’s absolutely tipped it down almost every day! I’ve tried to avoid going outside as much as possible in response, though work obviously demands it. I’ve gotten lucky between showers at least. The nation has been struck with some rather bad news as I’m sure you’re all aware by now. Queen Elizabeth the 2nd passed away the other day. The typical British weather has shown up in force for the occasion and I can only assume it’s the country crying over the Queens death as well. I’m not really interested in the royal family or anything like that myself, but it will be kind of strange using the term King instead of Queen I must admit. I’m indifferent to be honest, so I’ll leave it at that.

We’re here for a more positive reason today after all! The Harlequins writing music! Back again for another week. Did anybody see the clue this time? It was a bit more on the vague side for a change. As in, it could have represented multiple possibilities. Just wow! So original! Woo! Ok, enough theatrics, let’s get on with it eh?

Todays musical theme is… Air! One of those things we all need or so I’m told. It’s all around us all of the time so I suppose it’s no wonder that it has inspired music. It’s one of those elements that gets attributed to all kinds of things, in the same vein as fire or water. Air can represent the sky, freedom, life or even knowledge. It can inspire and it can suffocate. It can be positive and adaptable or it can be a destructive tornado. As such it’s hard to pin down what particular songs could be themed around the air. It’s something you just kind of feel when listening to one, though of course there are songs that are inspired by specific air-related things too. I’ll see if I can demonstrate what I mean as I feel I don’t have the words.

Please, indulge me and join me as we delve into the musical minds of airy artists the world over!

Electric Light Orchestra – Mr Blue Sky
https://www.jefflynneselo.com/

Tycho – Cloud Generator
https://tychomusic.com/

Nelly Furtado – I’m Like A Bird
https://nellyfurtado.com/

Altimeter – Astronought
https://soundcloud.com/altimeter

Little Big Town – Tornado
https://www.littlebigtown.com/#/

And there we have it! Is there a draught coming through or is it just me? With any luck, that may demonstrate what I mean about air-related songs. If not, at least you still have some nice artists to listen to eh? I hope you all enjoy the choices I’ve made this week anyway. Be sure to check out all of these artists, they definitely deserve your… airtime? Har har!

So, I’ll get the last bit out of the way for you. The social media bit remember? The asylum has a few social media pages you know. I have a page over on Facebook that I’m still trying to work out how to grow, an Instagram account and a page over on Twitter as well! Please think about following or liking me over on those. Also, if you really enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thanks for everything my friends!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

There was a girl,
Perchance a someday inamorata,
She told me of storms,
She was afraid of the thunder,
The primal sonance of it,
The unbridled decibel of its call,

I am no fighter,
But for her I’ll hunt tempests,
So I sally forth,
On to tornado alley,
To chase the rains and bolts,
To smite them in return,

Over stream and crag I clamber,
Battered by gusts and pellets of blue,
In tinfoil cuirass and rubber boots,
Toothpick blade and bottlecap shield,
An unrequited knight,
A banner of naivete at my back,

I nip at the storms heels,
The cyclone bellows in fury,
Neon glances all about me,
Burning the soil,
I am a flea to its authority,
But still I strike,

Just for her,
So the thunder ceases,
So she no longer has to be afraid.

I do say,
When these months rear their head,
The summer sky hypnotises the world,
It appears to shift every dynamic,
Every face has that much more vigour,
And each body dances so much more fervently,
Not a cloud crosses our path,
Tans replacing scarves,
Carmine ousting the grey,

Like an eldritch entity,
Deep ultramarine and limitless in body,
Way above us,
I see its cyclopean eye,
Watching and slowly broiling,
It burns with zeal,
But means no harm,
This stratosphere spirit,
It only wishes to animate us anew,

Before the fall.

This rain must be acid,
For it burns my eyes like salt,
Forges my hair grey anew,
My painted smile is corroded,
Along with the light heart that evoked it,
Contentment withered by sulphuric clamour,

Every impact sears a new trauma,
Acerbic emotional pollution,
Misery by a million raindrops,
My skin hissing under their tumult,
All hints of joy are contaminated,
Yellowed and scalded,

The sky wouldn’t see me happy,
Drenching me would not prove cruel enough,
So I am subject to this burning at the stake,
Flaming torches in each sour drop of dew,
I’m eaten away,
Degraded to this mournful industrial waste.

A thunderstorm is a play,
Did you know that?
Those bolts of plasma that soar earthbound,
They’re actors to be perceived,
This storms dramatis personae,

The lights in the sky,
And encroaching rumbles,
They signal the curtains resonant opening,
To an applause from the very clouds,
A million little diamonds rushing down,

The bolts immediately commence their dance,
Spiralling and arcing and coalescing downwards,
Lighting up even the darkest night,
Mother Nature sends these dramas to us,
As equal parts frolic and show of force.

Under thundery skies of white,
Came the rumble of tracks,
And the boom of gunnery,
A boreal front is rent open,
An iron cross enclosing upon an eastern jugular,
Hammer and sickle on the backfoot,
Surrender was no option,
And so flesh was ground against iron,
The blitzkrieg was on,

Two flags spiral around each other in dispute,
Cities and fields become their shrapnel market,
Lives were the currency paid in full,
But both fate and snow had other ideas,
The winter came to its sons aid,
Freezing fuel and choking soldiers in grey,
Another weapon against the iron cross,
Like the little emperor before,
This evil could not weather the winterstorm.

We are all a storm,
Raindrops one and all,
We are aqua,
Fluid,
Changeable,
Gravity nips at our heels,
All of us,
From princes to paupers,
Some indeed raise above the masses,
Lifted by warchests and oil drills,
But even they veer towards ground,
Ones altitude in life means nothing,
This is a storm,
We all fall together.


I see it,
I feel it,
I wish it were a nightmare,
But it is manifest,
I spy it on the horizon,
Across waters not yet disturbed,
A miserable stormfront,
Foreboding in the heavy air,

This storm alludes to future pain,
Bolts like thrown tableware,
Humid air like the tension between foes,
Thunder like the lashes of expletives,
Clouds and lights like eidolic billboards,
Lamentation in arcing lights,
It waits in the distance,
A reminder that the great misery beckons.