Week 331 // Troubles

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Deep in the furnace mantle of earth
And home is a long way to go
Always upward

I was a child born of the springtime
Born of a moment like this
Fate would beg us
Seize this moment
Break this spell and run

Old fears carried away
Think on your troubles
Deep cuts, wounded again
Think on your troubles
Think on your troubles and laugh

Sleep in the quiet roar of the subway
Long was the season I’ve passed
No one woke me
Dreaming of kindness foreign to this place
Alien, an intrusion at best
Wait on the platform
Wait for a lifetime
All we do is wait

Old fears carried away
Think on your troubles
Deep cuts, wounded again
Think on your troubles
Think on your troubles and laugh

Notes
First, I feel compelled to disclaim that I sang this song afflicted with a sore throat and chest cold. From time to time it is impossible to avoid this fate, as it is my commitment to post original music to this website regardless of my personal circumstances. It’s a shame though, because I was looking forward to singing this melody for the past few days, and my falsetto would have benefitted from getting this performance in the bag before this affliction came down upon me. Recording this vocal was a bit like singing through hot knives or broken glass. Unpleasant is the word I would use to describe the sensation, and I’m glad it’s over. Truthfully, however, the results could have been a lot worse.

This song is a reflection on an emotionally taxing week that has left me weary, yet hopeful. I’ll leave the details of the experience vague for my own privacy, save to say that I am grateful for the wise council of my parents, my wife, and an indispensable friend of my mom’s who knew just what to say. Being a living and breathing grownup is a harrowing experience, and nobody should ever try to do it on their own.

~M.E.

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3 thoughts on “Week 331 // Troubles

  1. So thankful that you have your music as an outlet for your emotions, Jesse. The song is cathartic, but last sentence of your essay says it all.

  2. So happy that you find such a wonderful emotional outlet through your music. Your song is cathartic but the last sentence of your essay says it all.

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