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So, there's this musical that I've become obsessed with. That's normal, right? Yeah. I suppose. Naturally, I've been listening to the soundtrack. Over and over and overandoverandover because that's what I do. I replay things until they're so old I can't bring myself to care. But that isn't the focus of this one - that'll be covered another time, when I have a chance, when I've got a life. A song on this soundtrack that I seem to favor is titled "Waving Through A Window", and I'm just amazed by the artistry of this particular song. It's so focused, guys. It's real. The singer is trapped behind a personality he's built up for himself, you know? It reminds me of me - trapped behind a hypothetical "window" of sorts, fighting myself just to get out and be seen for once. But there's also that fear of not being liked, of not being accepted, because I'm really a horribly numb human and I don't want to scare anybody away. So I guess I'll just keep waving through this ******* window.
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
There's A Line To This Song
I had a friend Thirty years ago He had nowt Didn't have two ha'pennys to rub together Managed to get himself A little Handcart He went round Collecting all old newspapers Day and night he toiled Seven days a week And twice on Sunday To one day make his fortune And do you know what he's worth today? NOTHING! And he still owes for the handcart.
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Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 2:14 AM UTC
A counterpoint to Jan Oskar Hansen's fine poem about handcarts as told by Norman Stanley Fletcher.