The La La Song

La la la la la la la la

Trying to sing along

It’s Christmastime again

La la la la la la la la

Aren’t we happy

Isn’t family grand?

La la la la la la la la

We love each other

We all get along!

La la la la la la la la

Who are you? Do I know you?

La la la la la la la la

You’re happy, you’re sad, you’re dying

La la la la la la la la

It’s just the way we wander along

La la la la la la

Safe

I like this place

It’s private, it’s public, it’s safe.

I can say it all, I can scream.

It’s safe.

Where else can you do that?

Can’t scream at your girlfriends.

Can’t curse at your mother.

Can’t rant endlessly before they walk away.

But here it’s safe.

Safe. Cold. Nameless. Safe.

February

Grey.  Chill.  February.  Air slips through the old windows.  Goose bumps.  Shudder.   It seeps into bones.  Can it reach the brain?  Decisions come slowly.  What to wear?  What to eat?  Too hard.  Retreat to chair, blanket, tea.  Does it squeeze the heart?  Friendly emails go unanswered.  Appointments must be kept.  Scurry back home, exhausted.  

Industry is the enemy of melancholy, a wise man said.  I could step into the garden, pull back the cover of pine needles, search for shoots.  

Tomorrow.  Surely tomorrow.  Not today.  

Lady Grey.  

Stuck

And the tape spins around

And around and around

And the tape spins around we go

Woke up early

And my head was full

And the tape spins around we go

It’s nothing new

It’s the same old stuff

And the tape spins around we go

A dog with a bone

You’re a dog with a bone

And the tape spins around we go

The rut runs smooth

It’s an easy groove

And the tape spins around we go

Try a glass of wine

Walk another mile

And the tape spins around we go

When will it change?

When will the old things change?

When will I let it go?

And the tape spins around we go