Welcoming Spring!

This excerpt from Dan Deacon’s song, “When I Was Done Dying”, captures my feelings about Spring which dawns today in the northern hemisphere. 

This season smells like a fresh new playground ball mixed with ice melt. It feels like sticky, squishy mud, and it looks as sunny as daffodils and as purple as hyacinthian pinatas. 

 Here are Dan Deacon’s beautiful verse:

“When I was done dying, my conscience regained

So I began my struggle, a nothingness strained

Out a flash made of time, my new form blasted out

And it startled me so and I burst out a shout

At which my legs ran frantic like birds from a nest

And I ran until drained leaving no choice but rest

So I fell asleep softly at the edge of a cave

But I should have gone deeper, but I’m not so brave

And like that I was torn out and thrown in the sky

And I said all my prayers because surely I’ll die

As I crashed down and smashed into Earth, into dirt

How my skin did explode leaving only my shirt

But from shirt grew a tree and then tree grew a fruit

And I became the seed and that seed was a brute

And I clawed through the ground with my roots and my leaves

And I tore up the shirt and I ate up the sleeves

And they laughed out at me and said “what is your plan?”

But their question was foreign I could not understand

When then suddenly I’m ripped up and placed into a mouth

And it swallowed me down at which time I head south, so I said

Hey ya ya, hey ya ya”

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