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I’m on the ledge of balance and I’m holding my core tautly in: Adieu

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I’m on the ledge of balance: Adieu

The past couple of months, I have been experimenting with poems, haikus, photography and flash fiction. I have loved the thrill of pushing past my writing comfort zone. Some have turned out well and gotten recognition; while others-well, you know. That is the fun of pushing past one’s comfort zone. There are successes but the failures or the mediocre teach us more about our state of resilience, metal and fortitude.

 

Here I go again. This week’s writing challenge on Word Press is: Parody.  I was stuck yet intrigued. There are a gazillion songs one could parody. Yet, I could not think of a one. This morning, as I was gearing up to work on a Sunday despite many misgivings, I turned on my shower radio. Lady Gaga came on. The song the DJ played is called Edge of Glory. Befroe I knew it I started singing the song. However, I was not singing the Lady Gaga lyrics. I just started singing my own words based on the emotional turmoil I have been feeling this past week.

 

I stumbled out of my shower still groggy and without my eyeglasses on and put onto paper what had just come out of my mouth and soul.  I am not too sure that the parody works. It may work in one stanza. However, it did serve as an emotional outlet. I don’t know if many others will get my feeling and my references. Which is completely ok. Let me just note that when I first read the weekly challenge description, I immediately thought of the Black Crowes’ “Remedy.”  It just never came to me.

 

Without further ado, here is my parody of “Blaze of Glory” that served as a remedy.

 

 

 

There ain’t no reason why this should be so bad and trite

Yeah shady, too trite, yeah its shady

I got a reason to brew some rue

Who knew it could be so damn trite

I need a mandate that quells my plight that ain’t so wrong and trite

Yeah shady, too trite, yes shady

Right past the limit is where you throw

Here is my swan song for might

It’s hard to scrub the brush

To brush the outrageous

I’m gonna run right to, to the ledge, adieu

Where I’m gonna put on my boxing glove

I’m on the ledge of balance

And I’m holding my core tautly in

Doubting the edge of balance

And I’m holding my core tautly in

I’m on the ledge, the ledge, the ledge, the ledge

The ledge, the ledge, the ledge

I’m on the ledge of balance

And I’m holding my core tautly in

I’m on the ledge, adieu

I’m on the ledge of balance

And I’m holding my core tautly in

Doubting the edge of balance

Holding my core tautly in

Another bad plot before I hitch a ride

That’s right, yeah shady, that’s right, yeah its shady

I’m on the ledge humming mightily

I call your bluff, that’s right

Bring in the brigades, ‘cause it’s time to clean out the house

That’s right, yeah shady, that’s right, yeah shady

It’s a fiery farewell in this con game

That’s right, I incite

It’s hard to scrub the brush

To brush the outrageous

I’m gonna run right to, to the ledge, adieu

Where I’m gonna put on my boxing glove

I’m on the ledge of balance

And I’m holding my core tautly in

Doubting the edge of balance

And I’m holding my core tautly in

I’m on the ledge, the ledge, the ledge, the ledge

The ledge, the ledge, the ledge

I’m on the ledge of balance

And I’m holding my core tautly in

I’m on the ledge, adieu

 

 

As the Black Crowe’s note I need a remedy for what is ailing me, that’s for sure.

 

a storm above

2 replies »

  1. I don’t know if you intended this, but it just kept the instructions about ‘core strength’ coming back. I can see it now, a poor teenager hoping her core strength will get her through the next choreographer-inspired torture session.

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