The Little AU: Summer Winds: Composition
The Little AU: Summer Winds: Composition
slashfairy
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He has Paul Simon on the internet radio- an interview on NPR from- when? does it matter? probably not- November 26, 2006, World Cafe if that has any significance- and what was he doing then, in November 2006?
Screw it. He puts down the proofs he'd been working on, clicks up on the website and picks something else.
Dr. John. You Might Be Surprised. Well hell, he hopes so. It is a damn pain being certain all the time.
Life
Is a near-death
Experience.
Hell is right here
On this great big Earth.
It can be a little taste
Of Heaven
If we only do our work.
All we got to do
Is want it bad enough
To push that bill through.
We always underestimate
Ourselves
Still everyday
We can always do better
In each and every way.
If we don't believe in ourselves
Nobody going to do it
Don't push ourselves
Never make it through.
All you got to do
Is want it bad enough
All you got to do
Is want it bad enough
All you got to do
Is want it bad enough
You might be surprised.
Life is a near-death experience
Hell is right here
On this great big Earth
And it could be a little taste
Of Heaven
If we only do our work
And all we got to do
Is want it bad enough to-
You might be surprised.
Yeah. Yeah. Do well to keep that in mind, he thinks.
Because November 2006 was Thanksgiving at the ranch. As things slid off sideways, threatened to come unwoven before they had even been fully spun. When Orli had given them the only real clue they ever got to what he needed, how they could help, and it had worked, eventually.
But they had had to stick at it. To believe in the world, in life, in themselves, their love for him, for each other, for what the three of them were taking out of thin air and hope, composing, making up as they went along.
And they are still doing that. Adding and subtracting, looking for the balance between active and passive, too much and too little, composing on the fly like street musicians, like itinerant poets, like sculptors. It is about not giving up, not giving in to the doubt and fear, but finding those who, like himself, are afraid, have doubts, and go forth and do the day anyway.
Not everyone can be Mozart. Some people have to be the individual players of instruments, some to make the instruments, some to copy the scores, make the music stands, set the chairs out, and some to listen and let the music become part of who they are.
He will get through the film festivals and publicity and building of houses and elections and his damn 50th birthday and Christmas and into the New Year, but he does not have to do it alone, and that saves him, keeps him composed, so he is in tune when his string is plucked and every note is true.
previously: Wisdom
next: Journey
(a/n download all of Dr. John's album for New Orleans City that Care Forgot at Amazon.com.)
slashfairy
~~
He has Paul Simon on the internet radio- an interview on NPR from- when? does it matter? probably not- November 26, 2006, World Cafe if that has any significance- and what was he doing then, in November 2006?
Screw it. He puts down the proofs he'd been working on, clicks up on the website and picks something else.
Dr. John. You Might Be Surprised. Well hell, he hopes so. It is a damn pain being certain all the time.
Life
Is a near-death
Experience.
Hell is right here
On this great big Earth.
It can be a little taste
Of Heaven
If we only do our work.
All we got to do
Is want it bad enough
To push that bill through.
We always underestimate
Ourselves
Still everyday
We can always do better
In each and every way.
If we don't believe in ourselves
Nobody going to do it
Don't push ourselves
Never make it through.
All you got to do
Is want it bad enough
All you got to do
Is want it bad enough
All you got to do
Is want it bad enough
You might be surprised.
Life is a near-death experience
Hell is right here
On this great big Earth
And it could be a little taste
Of Heaven
If we only do our work
And all we got to do
Is want it bad enough to-
You might be surprised.
Yeah. Yeah. Do well to keep that in mind, he thinks.
Because November 2006 was Thanksgiving at the ranch. As things slid off sideways, threatened to come unwoven before they had even been fully spun. When Orli had given them the only real clue they ever got to what he needed, how they could help, and it had worked, eventually.
But they had had to stick at it. To believe in the world, in life, in themselves, their love for him, for each other, for what the three of them were taking out of thin air and hope, composing, making up as they went along.
And they are still doing that. Adding and subtracting, looking for the balance between active and passive, too much and too little, composing on the fly like street musicians, like itinerant poets, like sculptors. It is about not giving up, not giving in to the doubt and fear, but finding those who, like himself, are afraid, have doubts, and go forth and do the day anyway.
Not everyone can be Mozart. Some people have to be the individual players of instruments, some to make the instruments, some to copy the scores, make the music stands, set the chairs out, and some to listen and let the music become part of who they are.
He will get through the film festivals and publicity and building of houses and elections and his damn 50th birthday and Christmas and into the New Year, but he does not have to do it alone, and that saves him, keeps him composed, so he is in tune when his string is plucked and every note is true.
previously: Wisdom
next: Journey
(a/n download all of Dr. John's album for New Orleans City that Care Forgot at Amazon.com.)