George Best’s desire, I danced in rain,
filled with faces, I couldn’t blame,
fun old teacher, fell down the stairs,
at grotty club, as siren blared,
Refreshing sleep, removed the show,
the laughs inside began to glow, for –
They don’t know me, in sober Sun,
where mountain high, is never won,
but, instead, a ready one,
when I walk, in sober Sun!
Her hand too close, to inches pride,
she stole my hat, to confide,
then couples fought, heel and hand,
after bag of whited sand,
Refreshing sleep, removed the show,
the laughs inside began to glow, for –
They don’t know me, in sober Sun,
where mountain high, is never won,
but, instead, a ready one,
when I walk, in sober Sun!
Extended kin, monsters ball,
mighty angels, when we crawled,
then little cups, were on parade,
every taste, was in the shade,
Refreshing sleep, removed the show,
the laughs inside began to glow, for –
They don’t know me, in sober Sun,
where mountain high, is never won,
but, instead, a ready one,
when I walk, in sober Sun!
Then such words, were said aloud,
their ignorance, familiar crowd,
drunken stupor, popularism,
gave a mutual aneurysm, thus,
Endless sleep, removed the show,
the laughs inside could not grow –
They didn’t know me, in sober Sun,
where mountain high, was never won,
but, instead, a steady one,
when I died, in sober Sun!
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- Comment from author about the poem: We all have our different sides as humans. Depending on your outlook, it either celebrates or defames our complex makeup as a species. With one side being oh so balanced and caring, and an another, being dangerously drunk and ready for a fight. With that said, I thought I would write this "town shanty" that tells such a story. According to certain quotes of simulated wisdom, what we do "drunk", apparently, is our true self, but in a "sober Sun" we can hold onto something, the very core behind our reason to exist. Though, sadly, when it comes to a "self medicating" culture, all "good things" must come to an end. The hot air balloons blocking out the Sun in the banner picture, echoes these two above apposing ideals. A three day boozy bender, has a lot of enjoyable hot air, but the Sun, the light within, radiates the warmth that you show, or that you showed, when you are remembered by your loved ones, after you have passed on. Please enjoying singing along to this, lets both drink and live true, and very pertinently, again, please do stay safe everyone.
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Two sides to our nature as a species we choose which we wish to embrace. Lovely
Thanks for the read and for your kind words sorenbarrett, I am glad that you enjoyed singing along to the different sides of one character in this song.
I hope that all is well.
You are most welcome
A nicely written write of both sides to our human nature, the good and bad. As the author mentions I think there is more reality in our drunken behaviour, certainly thats when people clear all those issues that have been stacking up, enjoyed the read
Thanks for the read, for your kind words and for favouriting this town shanty Poetic License, it is very much appreciated.
I am glad that you enjoyed singing along, and yeah, I agree with your concurrence of the cloaking of realism and masking of both sides, when it comes to both soberness and drunkenness. I just hope that there can be a balance, and that the right decisions can be made by the right side of our characters.
Thanks and again and I hope that all is well.
You are very welcome
Fascinating with a lovely refrain which caught me up short in concluding. Raised to be teetotalers, and my forays into that realm proving it dissatisfactory, memories of what I've been told about others suffice in its place. Lovely and beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing. Good to see you posting.
Thanks for the read, for your kind words and for favouriting this town shanty Cheeky Missy, it is very much appreciated.
Bless you circumstances when you were growing up, I am sure certain decisions were made for your utmost safety. Though, in my opinion, life is about having a proverbial wardrobe, that houses proverbial t-shirts, that we collect along the way. Of course, not all t-shirts can be collected, as a human life has a relatively short span because of mortality, but to have lived through certain scenarios, to have formed an opinion of experience, means you can be a guide when it comes to conversation to those going through the same hardships or to the younger generation about to start their decision making journey. But of course, some (stupid) choices, mentioned in the above song, could lead to a premature end. Humanity is not perfect, but I suppose we have to learn to own every side to us, including those that are darker and more dangerous.
Thanks once again for your very kind words, you are very welcome for the share, as you have said, it is great to posting on here again and I hope that all is well.
Glad to reconnect! All seems well, thank you. And my styles having changed 30 years ago, I have a growing collection of t-shirts I regrettably don't ever wear, crazily. As for liquor, it didn't settle well with my family even when I discovered I could appreciate "sweet wines," so I don't bother with any. Thanks for your charming explanation.
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