First and foremost, I want to thank @apolymask for maintaining his passion for the IFC. It takes a lot to keep chugging on when you run into roadblocks and challenges but you have proven that you have the fortitude and sticktoitiveness to continue your passion. I truly appreciate you. You rock man!
I'll be the first to admit it's a struggle to find the time to write an entry much less a post or blog outside of the contest. I started a blog outside of Steemit (apparently now Hive) a couple of years ago to chronicle our adventures and share how we made money while living in an RV and traveling the country and I haven't even made the time to do anything on there in quite some time. Excuses, excuses!
To be honest, my first thought when I saw that the subject for this first round of the IFC finals was synchronicity I thought to myself "Fuck, that's going to have to be deep. How am I going to find the time to show everyone the incredibly deep thoughts and true genius that is my psyche?" I was almost all ready to tap out right then and there because for all of its genius my psyche's a pretty scary place too. Nah, forget that. I'll just do what I do best which is to throw down some serious ** blahblahblahery.
Anyhow, let's get on to the subject at hand... Synchronicity.
Since I'm both a musician and a self-proclaimed lazy writer I've decided to simply share a song that was written by the band The Police. I'll admit they've never been one of my favorite bands but NO we should NOT defund them!
Let's go ahead and start with the lyrics.
Another suburban family morning.
Grandmother screaming at the wall.
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all.
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration,
But we know all her suicides are fake.
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take.
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake.
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky.
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to wonder why.
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever thinks to do is watch.
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch.
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch.
Another working day has ended.
Only the rush hour hell to face.
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes.
Contestants in a suicidal race.
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance,
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights,
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache.
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away [7x]
And then, for your listening pleasure here's the song.
Footnotes:
** This is a new word recently coined by myself. Blahblahblahery; Ones ability to randomly speak or write in a lazy manner without having to put in too much thought or effort and still be entertaining, informative, and interesting. Even if only mildly.
Side note: I apologize to anyone who doesn't appreciate my blahblahblahery, truly I do but PHOOEY on you!
*** Yes, yes I know the song posted is called Synchronicity 2. Let's not get caught up in the details. This is a much better song in my opinion than Synchronicity 1 and the subject of this round was supposed to be Synchronicity 2 anyhow. Paul told me so.
**** You may have also noticed that there isn't a footnote that includes only one *. This is because starting a sentence in the markdown editor with a * attempts to start a bulleted list. Just sayin'.
Credits and Citations:
- Image of Eric Cartman provided by https://tenor.com/view/cartman-eric-cartman-south-park-cartoon-animated-gif-5412478
- Lyrics copied and pasted from https://www.azlyrics.com/
- Video linked by YouTube.
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