Okay, so. I had 3 main poems in my last post, and I wasn’t
really sure which one to choose. I
decided I should go with the last one, just because of its short length, but
then I also thought that I should really be able to see the poem as I am
reading it in order to represent it by art.
As much as I think that all of these poems are awesome, I couldn’t
really visualize any of them. A little
later, I was riding home on my bus, and listening to a song by The Killers
called ‘A Dustland Fairytale’. It’s a
pretty cool song I think, it’s fairly poetic, and really rhythmic. I can really easily get into, and visualize
that song! Plus, I was partially drowsy
while listening to it so a bunch of images were coming into my head, and I knew
that was the song. I can totally relate
to it and I love the words chosen, sentences assembles, and the flow of the
paragraphs!
Over the past 3 years, most of my favourite one liner quotes
have come from this song, it is defiantly a personal favourite. (And, I must really like because really, who
still likes a song after 3 years, most songs become super annoying, but not
this one)
A Dustland Fairytale:
A Dustland Fairytale beginning
With just another
white trash county kiss in '61.
Long brown hair and
foolish eyes.
He'd look just like
you'd want him to
Some kind of slick
chrome American prince.
A Blue Jean serenade
Moon River, what'd
you do to me?
I don't believe you.
Saw Cinderella in a
party dress,
But she was looking
for a nightgown.
I saw the devil
wrapping up his hands,
He's getting ready
for the showdown.
I saw the minute that
I turned away,
I got my money on a
pawn tonight.
A change came in
disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire.
She said she always
knew he'd come around.
And the decades
disappear
Like sinking ships
but we persevere.
God gives us hope,
but we still fear what we don't know.
Your mind is
poisoned.
Castles in the sky
sit stranded, vandalized.
The drawbridge is closing.
Saw Cinderella in a
party dress,
But she was looking
for a nightgown.
I saw the devil
wrapping up his hands,
He's getting ready
for the showdown.
I saw the ending when
they turned the page,
I threw my money and
I ran away.
Straight to the valley
of the great divide
Out where the dreams
all hide.
Out where the wind
don't blow,
Out here the good
girls die.
And the sky won't
snow
Out here the bird
don't sing
Out here the field
don't grow
Out here the bell
don't ring
Out here the bell
don't ring
Out here the good
girls die
Now Cinderella, don't
you go to sleep?
It's such a bitter
form of refuge.
Why don't you know
the kingdom's under siege
And everybody needs
you.
Is there still magic
in the midnight sun,
Or did you leave it
back in '61?
In the cadence of a
young man's eyes.
Out where the dreams
all hide
Here is how the artists perceived the song:
I can totally see how they imagined it like this, and it
defiantly makes the song more emotional to listen to. But, I think it could represent many other
things not as extravagant as well.
I think that this song is about heartbreak, and how nothing
will ever compare to teenage years and high school no matter how bad we want it
to. We are all really stuck in this
mindset that high school is where some of the most important memories will take
place. But, when we look back do we
remember what really happened? Or do we fantasize about what should have
happened? How much truth is in our own perception of reality?
This song sounds very dreamy to me. Like nothing is really
real, but everything makes so much sense.
The story is blurred ad the blanks we must fill in make the song
perfectly clear. I think that this song
is about someone coming to terms with their own mortality. Where did they time go? I can relate to this, as I am graduating
Gr.12 this year, but I remember walking through the high school doors the first
time like it was yesterday. How can that
feel so close, yet be so far away?
This song is about being stuck in a place, mentally or physically,
and not being able to break free. Suddenly summers are not meant for tanning,
swimming and partying anymore. The
innocence of being young is gone and you’re stuck in the real world.
This song can be about so much. It is going to be difficult to put these words into art.
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