We call them cool...
Driving home last night, I had the radio going, and one of my favorite songs came across- Standing Outside the Fire by Garth Brooks, prior to his selling his soul to Walmart, that is. ;-)
If there is one thing I truly love about country music, it's the story, the poetry set to music, the rawboned chunks of emotion that are somehow burned into a CD's silicon. This one, though, has always set me thinking.
"We call them cool,
those hearts that have no scars to show,
the ones who never do let go,
and risk the tables being turned."
That's where we all start. From that moment we split from the Source of All Souls, we are clean and pure. No scars, no hurts, no memories of lost loves and lingering pain. Some try so hard to maintain it, that they become as the ones who never let go, and they miss out on the joy of life.
"We call them fools,
who have to dance within the flame,
who chance the sorrows and the shame,
that always come with getting burned."
That is where most of us go at least once in our lives. At least one time, we each take up the headdress, and dance the flame. It may be a career, it may be a love, it may be a life lusted after and wanted with great passion, but we all dance the flame at least once. We may get burned, sure, but the dance can always be worth it. Those who do not dance will never understand the lure of the drumbeats, the feel of flame licking at your heels, and the near-intoxicating joy from doing it right.
"We call them strong,
those who can face this world alone,
who seem to get by on their own,
those who will never take the fall."
This is the dance of a cynic, of a fool that has been burned too badly, or of a coward who is afraid of the pain. They dance, but alone. There is no one at their side, there is but an empty space waiting in the West. They dance alone, and lick their wounds alone. It is a lonely way to be.
"We call them weak,
those unable to resist,
the slightest change love might exist,
and for that forsake it all."
This is the most beautiful dance of all, for it is the one dance that is done with someone else in the ring. The others, someone waited outside the fire, but here, they dance with one they love. The Masculine and the Feminine? Perhaps. Yin and Yang? Sure. God and Goddess? Yes. The dance is not a solitary one, as it is the dance of two souls, each of which has found its match. It is rare and it is beautiful, and it is the dance of a lifetime.
Where dances thou, folks? I know the dance I perform, and I perform it well. :-)
If there is one thing I truly love about country music, it's the story, the poetry set to music, the rawboned chunks of emotion that are somehow burned into a CD's silicon. This one, though, has always set me thinking.
"We call them cool,
those hearts that have no scars to show,
the ones who never do let go,
and risk the tables being turned."
That's where we all start. From that moment we split from the Source of All Souls, we are clean and pure. No scars, no hurts, no memories of lost loves and lingering pain. Some try so hard to maintain it, that they become as the ones who never let go, and they miss out on the joy of life.
"We call them fools,
who have to dance within the flame,
who chance the sorrows and the shame,
that always come with getting burned."
That is where most of us go at least once in our lives. At least one time, we each take up the headdress, and dance the flame. It may be a career, it may be a love, it may be a life lusted after and wanted with great passion, but we all dance the flame at least once. We may get burned, sure, but the dance can always be worth it. Those who do not dance will never understand the lure of the drumbeats, the feel of flame licking at your heels, and the near-intoxicating joy from doing it right.
"We call them strong,
those who can face this world alone,
who seem to get by on their own,
those who will never take the fall."
This is the dance of a cynic, of a fool that has been burned too badly, or of a coward who is afraid of the pain. They dance, but alone. There is no one at their side, there is but an empty space waiting in the West. They dance alone, and lick their wounds alone. It is a lonely way to be.
"We call them weak,
those unable to resist,
the slightest change love might exist,
and for that forsake it all."
This is the most beautiful dance of all, for it is the one dance that is done with someone else in the ring. The others, someone waited outside the fire, but here, they dance with one they love. The Masculine and the Feminine? Perhaps. Yin and Yang? Sure. God and Goddess? Yes. The dance is not a solitary one, as it is the dance of two souls, each of which has found its match. It is rare and it is beautiful, and it is the dance of a lifetime.
Where dances thou, folks? I know the dance I perform, and I perform it well. :-)
posted by Tirithien at 9:46 PM
5 Comments:
[i]"We call them weak,
those unable to resist,
the slightest chance love might exist,
and for that forsake it all."[/i]
Because a life lived without love is not worth living at all. If there is anything at all I have learned in the past year, it is that. It is worth all the risks and all the pain, worth the dance inside the flame, the burning fire and deep desire. It is worth the taunts and the lies from those who cannot understand. All the sorrow, all the pain, for the chance to hold true love in my hands? Yes. It is worth everything.
Garth Brooks... hmmm haven't heard that name since WalMart stole his soul. . .
I hear Fiona Apple has a new cd in a month. She's the one with some hot lyrics as well. . .
Saw you're an aries! hot tempered, yet passionate in bed, eh? LOL
I've danced them all at some point or another - the last is indeed the sweetest :)
Stephen, you would laugh heartily if you could see how red his face is likely to turn when he reads your comment about the tendencies of Aries. I don't think I've ever before known a male who gets embarrassed as easily as I do! :-)
Aye. :-o
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