The Seaworthy Nails
what a hot weekend it was in seattle and, i'm sure, many other nearby places. things have been slow and painstaking while at the same time uneasily accelerating toward i know not what. i've been doing an independent study this quarter on, in general terms, subjectivity positioning in computer games. it's been intensely interesting for a project that really came about as a joke. other than that and one focus group, i'm doing all music classes. in fact, when i finish my thesis this summer i'll be all done with chid, and then it's off to rush my way through another area of liberal arts study.
it was slow tonight at work so i found time to rework a song whose lyrics were written by the mayor of new york city, james walker, over a hundred years ago. here is a recording of the elysian singers performing the song in 1907 from the internet archive. it's a sappy song about wondering if someone will still love you by the time you're in assisted living age. it seemed it would work just as well wondering if love would hold true in cataclysmic, dystopian futures, which seem no less imaginable than aging at this point.
here in the sand traps of time, sweetheart
you say you love but the sea
gladly i give all my heart to you
tempered with fragility
but last night i saw, while a-dreaming
a future so moist and bland
and i wondered if you'll love me there, dear
as surely as you here stand
will you love me underwater as you do on land?
will you grant me your heart, never to remand?
when my face has turned to sand
will you hold my withered hand
and love me underwater as you do on land?
you say that the arch of my foot, sweetheart
is like the plain so flat
but when the horizon of earth is gone,
with every bench where we sat...
when the bedrock of our life is vanished
and wind is all that's left
will your thoughts still fly back to me, dear?
will our love remain uncleft?
will you love me in the sky as you do on land?
will you hold my heart, never to remand?
when the air is in demand
and there's no where left to stand,
will you love me in the sky as you do on land?
this is the original piano reduction
it was slow tonight at work so i found time to rework a song whose lyrics were written by the mayor of new york city, james walker, over a hundred years ago. here is a recording of the elysian singers performing the song in 1907 from the internet archive. it's a sappy song about wondering if someone will still love you by the time you're in assisted living age. it seemed it would work just as well wondering if love would hold true in cataclysmic, dystopian futures, which seem no less imaginable than aging at this point.
here in the sand traps of time, sweetheart
you say you love but the sea
gladly i give all my heart to you
tempered with fragility
but last night i saw, while a-dreaming
a future so moist and bland
and i wondered if you'll love me there, dear
as surely as you here stand
will you love me underwater as you do on land?
will you grant me your heart, never to remand?
when my face has turned to sand
will you hold my withered hand
and love me underwater as you do on land?
you say that the arch of my foot, sweetheart
is like the plain so flat
but when the horizon of earth is gone,
with every bench where we sat...
when the bedrock of our life is vanished
and wind is all that's left
will your thoughts still fly back to me, dear?
will our love remain uncleft?
will you love me in the sky as you do on land?
will you hold my heart, never to remand?
when the air is in demand
and there's no where left to stand,
will you love me in the sky as you do on land?
this is the original piano reduction