The Birthing
Music: Mindmovie
Lyrics: Artie Q/Robin Thomas Quinn
c 2008
Listen to The Birthing here: Artie Q @ SoundClick
There is a school of thinking that life's early traumas are too awesome for the undeveloped mind to cope with, so they are repressed and this unfelt repression forms the core that drives all early life & adult act outs ... interesting. What say you, BloggerPeeps? I'd love to know ...
I have wanted to pen a song along these lines for quite a while and it wasn't until the amazing Mindmovie came along with a track that so perfectly gave me the platform to spout—Hah! I just had to do it. Here is Mindmovie's Myspace page; he's a friggin whizz kid!
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The Birthing. Lyrics:
As a tiny speck of life, he had a big decision to make. Should he go forward or back? Up or down? Left or right?
The determination, however, was made for him. A massive jolt to big mamma’s system sent him flying through a maze of underwater caverns. Murky tunnels beckoned him but he just went with the flow. Somehow he made it to shore and shimmied aboard a big white rock.
I’m so tired, I seem to have been swimming forever; if I can just lay here awhile and catch my breath, I’ll be better able to carry on.
So he lay his head down and the moment it hit that outer shell—
Wohhhh, he found himself falling down, down, tumbling towards the bottom ... bottom of what, though?
Wait a minute, I’m not falling, I’m floating.
He was inside what seemed to be a big translucent egg looking out at the scene he’d left some moments ago.
Is this a dream?
THIS IS REAL LIFE, REAL LIFE, THIS IS REAL LIFE.
THIS IS REAL LIFE, REAL LIFE, NOWHERE TO HIDE, NOWHERE TO GO.
THIS IS REAL LIFE.
A storm was brewing outside, but he was nice and secure in his refuge. He waited and watched and conditions got worse. He didn’t want to leave but the membrane was getting thinner. Finally, the tide rose and carried him out into the ocean and the little balloon burst its skin in the angry waters, and he was back where he started.
Should I go forward? ... I think I’ll stay here.
He looked around for shelter. There was none. It was all the same—an underworld of wet shapeless form. There were bright lights and shrieks up ahead, and the big storm behind would certainly dash him against the rocks.
What to do, where to go? Best to wait ... surely, always best to wait?
THIS IS REAL LIFE
The noise suddenly got very loud. Terrifying screams bore down on him as if Armageddon was right around the corner.
IT’S SO LONELY WITH NOWHERE TO GO
(THIS IS REAL LIFE, THIS IS REAL LIFE.)
THIS IS REAL LIFE, REAL LIFE, THIS IS REAL LIFE,
THIS IS REAL LIFE.
Though his innate sense was to stay perfectly still; like a man trapped inside a burning building who instinctively feels there is no choice but to jump, he turned and fled. Faster and faster he ran.
RAN, I’m running now—I’ve got legs. LEGS!
The snapping at his heals seemed to be gaining. The noise was deafening and the lights so raw, he could feel their heat.
I don’t want to die, if I could just find my egg. I could hide and make no sound and nothing would find me, nothing would hurt me. I‘m drowning in water, WATER? But I’m breathing. How? Nooo, they’ve got me. Big clamp ... on my leg pulling me. WAAAHHH, Nooooooooo—I Don’t Want To Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Some die at birth. Most live. Which is it to be for you? CHOOSE.
Blinded by a light in a sterile white room, he was upside down and drowning in fluid, till a hefty slap kick started the baby’s engine into drive. He formed new sounds and gulped first breaths: He had chosen LIFE!
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Again, listen to The Birthing here: Artie Q @ SoundClick
