Week 52: Just to help one another survive

And here it is folks, song number 52. Kurt Vonnegut wrote, “I put my big question about life to my biological son Mark. Mark is a pediatrician, and author of a memoir, The Eden Express. It is about his crackup, straightjacket and padded cell stuff, from which he recovered sufficiently to graduate from Harvard Medical School.Dr. Vonnegut said this to his doddering old dad: ‘Father, we are here to help each other get through this thing, whatever it is.’ I read that a long time ago and it’s always been one my favourite quotes, so I thought I’d see if I could use the idea in a song.

Huge thanks to Chris Tuck who patiently recorded all the songs for the blog. Chris will be working with us soon to produce an album of the best of these songs.

      Just to help one another survive - Simon Van Gend

52 Just to help one another survive
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Lyrics:

Yesterday, on my way to the station I saw
A nest full of chicks in the treetops crying for more

Chorus:
No-one seems sure
What they were put on this mad world for
But I guess we’re alive
Just to help one another survive

She phoned me up, said she’s ready to do herself in
We spoke for hours about nothing and everything

Chorus

Here on our rock we go endlessly circling the sun
Another year over and we’re back to where we began

Chorus

Success isn’t measured by nuggets of gold in your sieve
The winner’s the one who gives someone else reason to live

Week 51: Fight to be loved

One of the stranger songs to come out of this process. The words were totally unpremeditated, I just allowed things to appear as they popped into my head – sometimes this produces the kind of honesty one finds in dreams – strange images who’s meanings are unclear, but that are somehow more revealing for being so uncontrived and un-thought-about (I’m sure there’s a better word for that – spontaneous maybe).


51 Fight to be loved
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Lyrics:
She’s in her high heels, playing in the water
Teasing the storm wind with her crazy laughter
And I’m on the veranda trying to stay empty
And keep my head clear of those memories of love

If I wasn’t so alone maybe I’d believe in friendship
But I’m so self-involved and egocentric
But she seems to be ok with our strange connection
And we can drift along and not think about love

We fight to be loved
But at the same time we push the love away
We search for that safety
But it’s never safe enough and so we run away

We gather up the teacups and reconvene in the kitchen
We laugh at the way we’re both slurring our diction
And deep down we know that our love’s a fiction
Just something to distract us from sadness for a while

Sometimes we speak when it’s best to be silent
But it’s hard to be sure when the self is so violent
But sometimes our words are like cool, clear water
And we swim down deep so far from the world

We fight to be loved
But at the same time we push the love away
We search for that safety
But it’s never safe enough and so we run away

Week 50: Far flung ferociously forlorn

A song about the voices in my head that shout me down – the constant babble of criticism. Like some computer virus that infected my brain somewhere way back. I’m working on the antivirus. This song is part of the work.


50 Far flung ferociously forlorn
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Lyrics:
Today I need every little thing to float away
This noise to fall to little whispers fade away
Just need to live this lonely day alone
With no if I had, then maybe I’d’ve
Been a better man and then I might’ve
Found the love and held it tight and
Never strayed so far from my home.

That thing you said that made me feel like I was sinking
Was it revenge for what I said when I wasn’t thinking?
And now we both feel that much more alone.
And if I hadn’t maybe I’d’ve
Been a better man and then I might’ve
Found the love and held it tight and
Never strayed so far from my home.

Far flung ferociously forlorn.
These feelings from the void are torn.
And in between the dark and dawn.
I hang round waiting to be born.

That thought I had that pulled me down and held me under.
Whose voice inside of me, who put it there I wonder?
A never-ending stream of don’ts and nos.
And if I hadn’t maybe I’d’ve
Been a better man and then I might’ve
Found the love and held it tight and
Never strayed so far from my home.

Talking to myself all day.
Fighting through the things I say.
Dreaming of a cool, clear day with
Thoughts that dangle in the air and gently float away.