Wilderness Despair

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Harlinger knew he had to find his way out soon. He had been lost in the wilderness for days, and the last of his rations were now expended, yet he was no wiser as to how to make his exit. Try as he might he could not find the way, as all the surroundings seemed to be identical to him.

His concern became despair as he stumbled onto his own empty ration packets. How could I have wandered in circles, he asked himself. You might say he as bamboozled.


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Blinded by the Light

 

Jim Adams’ challenge to Clear/Dark/Light as key lyrics in the songs we write about.  He notes that the terms can be used to describe both the pronunciation of English ‘L’s and colours.  In my chosen song the word ‘light’ is a metaphor*.

Blinded By The Light was written by Bruce Springsteen, and a cover of it by the British band Manfred Mann’s Earth Band reached number one on the Billboard chart.  It made the top ten hit in the UK, New Zealand, and Canada as well.

I love the word play and metaphor in this song.

Lyrics:

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

Madman drummer bummers
Indians in the summer
With a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps
His way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder
Feeling kinda older
I tripped a merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing
Sneezing and wheezing
The calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground

But she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

Some silicone sister
With her manager mister
Told me I got what it takes
She said, I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong
Play the song with the funky break
And go-kart Mozart
Was checking out the weather chart
To see if it was safe outside
And little Early Pearly
Came by in his curly-wurly
And asked me if I needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride

‘Cause she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

She got down but she never got tight
She’s gonna make it to the night
She’s gonna make it through the night

But mama, that’s where the fun is
But mama, that’s where the fun is

[Solo]

Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun
But mama, that’s where the fun is

Some brimstone baritone
Anticyclone rolling stone
Preacher from the east
Says, “Dethrone the Dictaphone
Hit it in its funny bone
That’s where they expect it least.”
And some new mown chaperone
Was standing in the corner
Watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone
Was messing with his frozen zone
Reminding him of romance

The calliope crashed to the ground

But she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

(Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat)

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

(With a boulder on my shoulder feelin’ kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground)

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

(And now Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy’s within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band.)

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

(Some silicone sister with her manager mister told me I got what it takes
She said I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong)

She got down but she never got tired
She’s gonna make it through the night

*For those wanting to decipher these lyrics there is a take on it at:  https://genius.com/Manfred-manns-earth-band-blinded-by-the-light-lyrics.
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Battle Of Words

Rap-battle movie surprisingly self-aware - Winnipeg Free Press

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I have recently come across a YouTube channel called Epic Rap Battles of History.  I love the use of verbal play and cadence, and how it is employed to teach history and literature on this site.  I cannot personally rap for beans, but I do like the form.  Please check out the links below the poem, there is a lot to explore for those of you unfamiliar with it.

I’m no battler. I lack the flow.

I can’t drop bars; cuz I’m much to slow.

A sonnet or cinquain, their my thing

But I can’t rap – for anything

And it’s like Weird Al, cuz I’m White and nerdy

I am nonetheless a fan of all things wordy

No, it’s more like – a personal thing

Just look at Yahzick, that “nerd” can sing

 

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Epic Rap Battle – Literature:

 

Epic Rap Battle – History (A bit rude):

 

Epic Rap Battle – Philosophy  (Warning contains a lot of swearing):

 

Weird Al:

 

Yahzick:

The Hoe-Off

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The commentator leaned into the microphone and spoke with growing excitement.

“We haven’t had a hoeing competition like this one in my entire agricultural career,” he said.  “As you can see, Tillie Cartwright is in a distant third in the centre furrow, in this national championship.  But, Barb Wilson and Anne Taylor are neck and neck in furrows One and Three.”

“That’s right, Gary,” his co announcer agreed. “There is some serious hoeing going on today! Wilson is using the standard long stroke pull, and those weeds are just being mowed to pieces, but Taylor is using the unorthodox jodhoeing method, and is giving last year’s champion a run for her money.”

“For those of you unfamiliar with jodhoeing or jothoeing, it is when small chopping strokes are made focusing on a single weed at a time.  A kind of jot or spot approach.  It’s a little risking in the time consumption, but many find that the clearance success is much higher,” Gary explained.

“Well, Wilson and Taylor are coming up to the last metre or so, and I guess it will be up the judges as to which technique will result in the trophy this year,” Andy concluded.

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Tale Weaver – #252 – Making Sense of Nonsense – jodhoeing