This post’s title is to be sung to the tune of the Beatles’ “A Day In The Life,” the trippy closing song to Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Love the album. Love the ambiguity of the nonsensical lyrics interspersed with lyrics describing actual news stories about pot holes and a fatal car accident, all while offering to turn us on. With a classic jaunty Beatles’ melody, is there any better example of why the Beatles were geniuses?
I love snow. I hate snow. Meditative and contemplative while watching it fall. Ponder the mystery of its creation or how it accumulates without crushing itself, yet weighs so much per shovel full. Its gentle melts. How? Crisp and fresh and electric at day break. Like stepping into a mint snow globe. Sledding. Forts. Snowpeople. Snowballs. Skiing. Snowboarding. But then, shoveling and lost parking spaces and blind spots and salty blackening slush slicking walkways and blocking curb cuts. And the oddest necessity of all, the roof rake.
The Beatles should have written a little jaunty ambigious song about snow.
John Lennon, with Yoko Ono, would write one:
Listen, the snow is falling over town
Listen, the snow is falling everywhere
Between Empire State building
And between Trafalgar Square
Listen, the snow is falling over town
Listen, the snow is falling over town
Listen, the snow is falling everywhere
Between your bed and mine
Between your head and my mind
Listen, the snow is falling over town
Between Tokyo and Paris
Between London and Dallas
Between your God and mine
Listen, the snow is falling everywhere
Snow, dream
Snowfall
Snow, fly
Listen
Listen
It appears on their 1969 “Wedding Album”. Not what I had in mind, though it has some ambigious lyrics. It was 1969 after all.
* Today is actually last Saturday. It will be in the high sixties today.