Thursday, June 17, 2010

Day 47: "Jack's Lament" written by Danny Elfman

Today has been a struggle...I thought I had a reason to celebrate today, because my friend Julie Eccles was supposed to fly in today to see me for the week. She missed her flight (there was a miscommunication on dates), and so she won't be able to come until Monday...:( Also, trying to figure out my future was a struggle. It's just been a tough day; usually I can do something to get over it (That has happened several times with this blog literature, which helps...), but today I haven't been able to. So to express my feelings, I have chosen for my blog literature "Jack's Lament" written by Danny Elfman for The Nightmare Before Christmas. I like the movie and I always enjoyed the idea that Danny Elfman, the composer, sang the voice of Jack, the main character. Anyway, hopefully tomorrow will be better.

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, it's the same old cheer
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known

I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears

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