Maturing
Well, I’ve had another birthday.
and now it seems I’m old.
Even so, I still don’t
like doing what I’m told.
As I get a little older
I look at all my peers.
And wonder if they too
Have hair growing from their ears.
When you get to a particular age
People think you’re wise.
It’s as if gray hair and wisdom
are our consolation prize.
Dektol/Nostalgia
Ah, the smell of Dektol in the morning,
Acetic Acid stops development.
Ah, the smell of Dektol in the morning,
And fixer makes the image permanent.
The paper is selected,
The image is projected.
I dodge and burn,
And paint with light.
It comes to me in black and white.
A little bit of art.
A little bit of science.
Working together in a grand alliance.
Oh I love the smell of dektol in the morning.
Ancient
I saw the ancient documents
which held the ancient word.
It’s said they came from G_d,
at least that’s what I heard.
Moses was on the mountain top
so many years ago.
Is that the way it happened?
I’m not sure I know.
But these words give us grounding
A place for us to start.
A way for us to live our lives
A way to do our part.
Haunted
I’ve always been quite logical,
and mostly scientific.
But I think I am haunted,
by someone quite specific.
There is a voice that speaks up,
when something’s on my mind.
It always has a lot to say,
and isn’t often kind.
I really get annoyed.
This is something to avoid.
Perhaps I am just
being paranoid.
It likes to mention things
From the distance past.
Just to be sure
That the baggage lasts and lasts.
It’s like talk radio.
But only I can hear the station.
I need to keep on moving.
This is just stagnation.
I really get annoyed.
This is something to avoid.
When all is quiet
I’m really overjoyed.
Sometimes when I’m angry
My heart can turn to stone.
The voice is back when I calm down
Oh GREAT, I’m not alone.
I wonder, if we
can ever get along.
After all, together,
we just wrote this song.
Text and video Copyright Peter Intrator 2014
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