Breathing Space: Happy Days

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Happy Days

I've been listening to a lot of music lately, something I don't normally do because I'm a big fan of quiet, but since Ondoy....well...the world has changed. A part of me puts one foot in front of the other each day, but a big one reaches towards the past, looking for memories of a simpler world. The world of Burt Bacharach.

I just love him.

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"MUSIC"

Let me go wher'er I will

I hear a sky-born music still:

It sounds from all things old,

It sounds from all things young;

From all that's fair, from all that's foul,

Peals out in a cheerful song.

It is not only in the rose,

It is not only in the bird,

Not only where the rainbow glows,

Nor in the song of women heard,

But in the darkest, meanest things

There always, always something sings.

'Tis not in the high stars alone,

Nor in the cups of budding flowers,

Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone,

Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,

But in the mud and scum of things,

There always, always,

something sings.

--Emerson