Drift up, lovely smoke, drift up
Her voice was like smoke
that rose in tune to the
soul-shaft rumblings
of a coal-consuming furnace.
Drift up, lovely smoke, drift up
Her eyes were like smoke
that revealed and concealed
a flame too wise for believing
in love that is stronger than death.
Drift up, lovely smoke, drift up
Her arms were trellises
entwined by smoky vines
clinging to the rise and fall
of each despairing note.
Drift up, lovely smoke, drift up
~David A.Welch
Amy’s tormented genius crafted lyrics that opened our souls to her anguish,vulnerability & unadorned honesty. Her art was her pain and you can’t help but be drawn into her audible sound painting. I recently opined to a friend that it seems odd that so many highly gifted people burned out so early. Carl Jung once stated, “Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang on the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off.” Tragically spot-on. I know I left out some of her more popular hits like “F*** Me Pumps” & “Rehab”on this playlist, but they never resonated with me as much as these selections–hope you enjoy.
Have a great weekend good people..
OneLove
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Posted in: Music Is Life
Posted on January 13, 2012
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