“…‘Cause love is a cage
These words on a page
Carry the pain
They don’t free it…”
I wish I knew someone who felt about me the way Lady Gaga felt about her “cool Nebraska guy” in “You And I.” Especially the part where he sang her “A Heart of Gold” on her birthday…the part I always sing out loud, pretending I’m worthy of such love.
Gov. Cuomo’s nominated for an Emmy. Huh.
I don’t get it. But then, I don’t get a lot about this place, where people seem to be rewarded more for what they say and how they say it, rather than what they do. You know what they say about the loudest voices…
I act like this is new. Hardly. It’s ancient. Like love songs that make you wanna get up on the dance floor and play “Heart of Gold” on your sleeve.
The people who win awards tend not to be good, or worthy people.
They’re the pillars of society, the undeserving monarchy, the idiots in charge of our petty, little worker bee lives.
You know what’s more rewarding?
Catching someone in the background nodding toward you imperceptibly, seeing the look of recognition, satisfaction, and quiet admiration in their eyes.
That’s thanks enough for me, knowing I came through clutch.
Find me etched in the strings wrapped around the glorious Sara Bareilles, as she pours her heart out “1,000 Times.” I sing that one, too.
That’s real life. Not this digital Matrix, where nobody really knows how to press the shutter and make the reel go forward.
They called out, a stunning choir of angels.
As a run on toilet paper, leaves the bottom of the barrel
of these circus monkeys,
bone bone dry.
There’s no one left to bury the dead.
Oh, there will be a lot to bury,
and very little to celebrate, tonight.
Originally published at https://carolbankswebercoggie.wordpress.com on November 24, 2020.