Slowly Undone by Adrian Glynn
Life can hit you real hard sometimes, like a death of a loved one. Sometimes though, life just chips away at you without you even noticing. It feels like you need to put your face to the grindstone and work through the hard times so that you can wait until “things get better” or when “the time is right”; You’ll be happy when you’ve saved enough to be secure, when you’ve finished collecting, when you’re done.
These are the times that you take a job that you don’t like, with people you can’t relate to, in a place you don’t belong. You start to settle into this life and don’t think that you deserve anything more. You begin to forget what you wanted, what you cared about; your passions start to fade. Suddenly you look up and notice that you aren’t the person you thought you were; you discover there is less of you than there was before; as if this path has worn you away to a thin transparent version of what you once were.
Don’t let this be your fate. Work for your dreams, not just because it’s what you think you are supposed to do. Find where you belong, a place that nourishes your soul so that you can grow. Figure out who you are and be that with everything you have.
This song is very inspiring to me. My favorite part is the end when the guitar stops and it’s just the words and the piercing silence. The passion in his voice bites into you like the frozen winter wind and you can’t help but feel like you need to go out and do something important. Before you go do that though, listen to this song. Namaste.
Slowly Undone
by Adrian Glynn
I’ve heard that song too many times,
Mr. Cohen,
It’s not that I’m sick of it,
I just fear for its life,
Tunes get a little bit stronger every time they are sung,
Or a little more threadbare,
Slowly undone,
Slowly undone;
I had voices in my ears adjusting harmonies,
There were thousands of faces,
If you peered through the lights,
Rolled my eyes with my friends,
We mount here it goes again,
My arms around strangers,
Singing to the nights end,
Singing to the nights end,
It was hallelujah all over again,
Mostly I just wished it wouldn’t end;
Slowly undone,
We come slowly undone,
Slowly undone,
We come slowly undone,
We come slowly undone,
We come slowly undone,
We come slowly undone,
Slowly undone,
We come slowly undone,
Oh my,
Oh my world,
Oh my,
Oh my world is much too small,
Oh my,
Oh my world,
Oh my,
Oh my world is much too small,
There is a scene framed by my window,
It’s taken years to animate,
But the city’s shining progress,
Is the mirror of my age,
Every street has heard my footsteps,
And the concrete bears my name,
Its growin’ old inside my,
Oh my,
Oh my world,
Oh my,
Oh my world is much too small,
So let my creaking limbs grow upward,
Let me stand above the trees,
With my weight of every moment,
Pushing through me from my feet,
Wooden time in tender circles,
Burning rings of memory,
And my years of proud inertia,
Measured mighty and complete;
You can fade into familiar,
You can grey despite the rain,
While the world outside the window,
Bears the markers of your age;
I am caving in my posture,
I am polishing the couch,
There are coins between the cushions,
Not enough to get me out;
Not enough,
Not enough to get me out,
Not enough,
Not enough to get me out,
Not enough,
Not enough to get me out,
Not enough to push me over,
To get me going,
To get me gone,
Oh my world is much too small.
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