Friday Night Music Prompt #52: Virginia Woolf, Indigo Girls

by George Charles Beresford, platinum print, July 1902

Discovering Virginia Woolf through her diaries, changed Indigo Girl, Emily Salier’s life. Maybe you’ve had the same experience: a book; painting; poem influenced your life then and maybe forever.

Kerouac’s On the Road was THAT book, just as the opening sentence to Kafka’s Metamorphosis is the SENTENCE. Music plays a similar role in my life as I read lyrics as poetics.

The Indigo Girls have a psychic connection with me – they sing what’s written on my heart, my spirit and my soul.

Please note, I went with the raw, live feel of the song. Please don’t hesitate to listen to a recorded version with a more polished feel [adh –12:46 am, July 22, 2016)

Some will strut and some will fret

See this an hour on the stage

Others will not but they’ll sweat

In their hopelessness and their rage

We’re all the same the men of anger

And women of the page

They published your diary

And that’s how I got to know you

The key to the room of your own and a mind without end

And here’s a young girl

On a kind of a telephone line through time

And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend

So I know I’m all right

Life will come and life will go

Still I feel it’s all right

Cause I just got a letter to my soul

And when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue

Empty pages for the no longer young

The apathy of time laughs in my face

You say “each life has its place”

The hatches were battened

The thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed

The battle surrounded the white flag of your youth

If you need to know that you weathered the storm

Of cruel mortality

A hundred years later I’m sitting here living proof

So you know you’re all right (All right)

Life will come and life will go (Life will come and go)

Still you’ll feel it’s all right (All right)

Someone’ll get a letter to your soul (Someone gets your soul)

When your whole life is on the tip of your tongue

Empty pages for the no longer young

The apathy of time laughed in your face

Did you hear me say “each life has its place”

The place where you hold me

Dark in a pocket of truth

The moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth

And so it was for you

When the river eclipsed your life

And sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me

And it was my rebirth

So we know we’re all right (All right)

Though life will come and life will go (Though life will come and life will go)

Still you’ll feel it’s all right (All right)

Someone’ll will get a letter to your soul (Someone gets your soul)

Then you know you’re all right (When my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)

Then you feel you’re all right (Empty pages for the no longer young)

And your hear dry you eyes (You said)

And you know it’s all right (Each life has it’s place)

And your hear dry your eyes (You said)

And you know it’s all right (Each life has it’s place)

And it’s all right (It’ll be all right)

 

Now it’s your turn: we accept everything from videoed karaoke to sonnets. Maybe inspired by this tribute to Virginia Wolfe to pen a tribute to someone or something.

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