Deadwood
Drifting out in the middle of the open sea
discarded and broken i fell off the tree
no where to go now, Lord save me
Recollecting Times
While formerly volunteering at Focus on the Family, i'd normally be treated to an array of different songs and tunes, courtesy of buskers situated between the MRT station and Junction8. The thing about busking and people is, that they most likely wouldn't spend the time to hear the whole song, busily they walk by and drop a coin or two, and then scurry off. Occasionally, there might be a few who stop and listen, instead of hearing.
I really enjoy stopping to listen, to me it's like being of counter-culture, and showing the individual who's performing respect and appreciation. A simple thank you and a personal response like 'wow that was really great' or 'your rendition of that song was excellent' would really bring cheer to them. And i'm really greatful too, sometimes a song that they sing might be an old song, long forgotten by many, or hardly heard nowadays. Last night, while walking past bugis, i heard a song that my dad used to sing. It's by Simon and Garfunkel
El Condor Pasa (I'd Rather Be)
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would
Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound
Its saddest sound
I'd rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would
so here's paying tribute to all the unsung (no pun intended) heroes on the street. You keep music of the past generations alive. Thank You. Thanks to a certain Uncle Robert who performed this song, and thanks dad for filling my childhood with music to remember.
