I Will Not Go Quietly

I could probably write for a while about Tim Freedman and The Whitlams songs that resonate with me.  The last song I shared the words to (which I realised later is actually called Cries Too Hard, the album is Torch The Moon) was a raw song.  If you follow this link* HERE you can see the film clip for my celebration song.  My in-your-face, you can’t stop me song.  It is a reminder to myself that even when I am feeling the darkest moments, stretched too thin by the whole experience/process/whatever this is…to THEM, I sing this song.  It’s called I Will Not Go Quietly (I’m sure about that!).

Loud, with daggy exaggerated dance moves.

Poking my tongue out.

Ner, ner, I’m still he-re *blows raspberry*

Turn it up.  I’m gonna dance.

*Note:  I had to just share the link because I cannot embed a video in here until I upgrade my wordpress package 😦 

Torch The Moon

Torch the Moon

Torch the Moon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I moved some cds around and my little one was going through them.  He has long been able to operate the stereo and loves changing cds.  His first choice was Whitney Houston.  “Great music, Mum.  Let’s dance”.  Irresistible.  This morning, my little DJ chose The WhitlamsTorch The Moon.  I was chuffed, as The Whitlams have brought me much happiness.  I’ve had the utter pleasure to see the band (or Tim Freedman) play in the flesh.  I’ve never heard this song like I heard it today…

Torch the moon,
Burn the schools.
She wrote in red
On her bedroom wall

Nothing’s pure
The paint runs to the floor.

She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
Shouldn’t drink alone
The colours run.
How can she forgive?
When we know well what we do.

Feather scratches
On her wrist
Dry run with a bread knife
For a final twist
It wouldn’t be for show
If it should come to this

She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
Shouldn’t drink alone
The colours run
How can she forgive?
When we know well what we do.

She was born to feel it all
(Born) to see it all
And when I feel so lightly
It’s still burning brightly
And she won’t look away
(ooh, ooh, oh)

She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard (ooh, ooh, oh)

She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard

Torch the moon
Burn the schools.
Why’s it a man?
Making all the rules?

Frida Khalo poster on her door

(OK, so it’s Ruby The Riveter, but close…)

She laughs too easily and
Cries too hard (Cries too hard)
Shouldn’t drink alone
The colours run
How can she forgive?
When we know well what we do.

And when I feel so lightly
It’s still burning brightly
And she won’t look away
(She won’t look away)
She won’t look away
(Aaah, oooh, aaah)
(She won’t look away)
She won’t look away
(She won’t look away)
She won’t look away