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:: Sometimes I fear Ibsen wasted his time ::
Thursday, December 25, 2003
'cause housewives still get suckered.
My mom just informed me that the song to which some delicate little thing was ice skating on TV, a song entitled "I Hope You Dance", was a metaphor for life.
Let's listen to a bit:
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give fate a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance, I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking
Loving might be a mistake but it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
My mother's hermeneutical foray into lyrical analysis: "It's saying don't just sit there with your life, get up and do something."
Gosh mom, you don't say. I never would have construed that from such enigmatic metaphors. And what an innovative sentiment, too. Carpe freakin' diem.
Postscript: I love my mother, really I do. I swear.
Posted by morland @ 07:46 PM
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Not that I doubt your expertise in drama, but I'm curious as to where and when during your life did you come across such a profound literary giant from Norway. Not too many folk are familiar, I reckon.
Posted by: on December 25, 2003 11:09 PM
I know how. We had to read that play in high school. It's a rather great play, I think.
We read it just before we looked into the real-life musical 'Oklahoma' (see entry about James from Oklahoma).
Posted by: The guy who lives in vail on December 25, 2003 11:56 PM
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