An American Tune

In expressing my mood musically here, it has become clear that my recent acoustic preferences have tended towards softly melodic musings. These selections have all been reflections of the feeling of my existence--of my befindlichkeit.

My sense at this moment, amidst the persistent falling rain, is characterized by a weary forward-looking reflection. My current musical selection articulates this sense better than I could ever hope to. And so I present to you Paul Simon's American Tune:

Many's the time I've been mistaken,
And many times confused
Yes and I've often felt forsaken,
And certainly misused
Ah but I'm alright, I'm alright,
I'm just weary to my bones
Still you don't expect to be bright and bon-vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to its knees
But it's alright, it's alright,
For we lived so well, so long
Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it I wonder what's gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying,
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying,
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The statue of liberty, sailing away to sea,
And I dreamed I was flying

But we come on a ship they called Mayflower
We come on a ship that sailed the moon
We come in the ages' most uncertain hours and sing an American tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright,
You can't be forever blessed
Still tomorrow's gonna be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying, to get some rest.