Filk #99 - Beatrice
On the way back from ConFlikt, my two passengers were talking about how men have it easy compared to women. I reminded them that we guys have our own problems, re: doing stupid guy stuff. Phrases that begin: "I wonder what will happen if I do this..." and "Hey, watch this!" usually don't end well. We do tend to stupid risky stuff mostly to prove our fitness (if not our intelligence).
Why do we do stupid, risky, dangerous guy stuff? Beatrice. The kipled fishers would say Lalage. We all left home.
If we're lucky, we'll find a guiding star, or angel, to help us get through the stupid, risky, dangerous times. It keeps us flying when we ought to drop right out of the sky. Hope and Love. I can't speak for anyone else, really, but they're what keeps me moving.
Anyway, a toast to the loves that give us hope and help us find meaning!
Beatrice
Dante Alighieri, did you know
That when you had your vision of the world below
Starting with your journey into Hell
A guide provided by the one who wished you well
Fear’d that you would falter on your way
Still hope remained that you would still regain the day
And find your love, she who called you “friend”
Dear Beatrice awaiting at your journey’s end
Push on through all the depths of Hell, my friend
The demons that you face / Forever locked within this place
That you’ve created in your mind will someday end
Push on though all you might have known now lost
But love still offers hope / A slender life preserving rope
And clinging to it you will find is worth the cost
Dante Alighieri, did you see
Beatrice, who waits for you, sends a guide to me
Confined to earth, heaven falling near
Within my view but out of reach, or so I fear
Oh, that I could live a thousand years
To purge my burdened soul of all its flaws and fears
And at last the harrowing complete
To spend eternity content before her feet
Refrain
Dante Alighieri, we are kin
As poets we retrace the lines of love and sin
Beatrice, to be our guiding star
Destined so to be adored always from afar
What foolish men we then must be
The pedestal becomes a cage and never free
Angels we must have to ease our fears
But even so such angels cry with human tears
Refrain
Why do we do stupid, risky, dangerous guy stuff? Beatrice. The kipled fishers would say Lalage. We all left home.
If we're lucky, we'll find a guiding star, or angel, to help us get through the stupid, risky, dangerous times. It keeps us flying when we ought to drop right out of the sky. Hope and Love. I can't speak for anyone else, really, but they're what keeps me moving.
Anyway, a toast to the loves that give us hope and help us find meaning!
Beatrice
Dante Alighieri, did you know
That when you had your vision of the world below
Starting with your journey into Hell
A guide provided by the one who wished you well
Fear’d that you would falter on your way
Still hope remained that you would still regain the day
And find your love, she who called you “friend”
Dear Beatrice awaiting at your journey’s end
Push on through all the depths of Hell, my friend
The demons that you face / Forever locked within this place
That you’ve created in your mind will someday end
Push on though all you might have known now lost
But love still offers hope / A slender life preserving rope
And clinging to it you will find is worth the cost
Dante Alighieri, did you see
Beatrice, who waits for you, sends a guide to me
Confined to earth, heaven falling near
Within my view but out of reach, or so I fear
Oh, that I could live a thousand years
To purge my burdened soul of all its flaws and fears
And at last the harrowing complete
To spend eternity content before her feet
Refrain
Dante Alighieri, we are kin
As poets we retrace the lines of love and sin
Beatrice, to be our guiding star
Destined so to be adored always from afar
What foolish men we then must be
The pedestal becomes a cage and never free
Angels we must have to ease our fears
But even so such angels cry with human tears
Refrain