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Lyrics:
I was so far down the ground looked high
And everything that caught my eye
Was so far out of reach that I
Was ground down farther deep inside
She don’t ask me what I’m thinking about
(it doesn’t matter ’cause I really don’t care)
She don’t ask me what I’m thinking about
(they’re just words that float away in the air)
She don’t ask me what I’m thinking about
(it doesn’t matter cause she really don’t care)
She don’t ask me what I’m thinking about
(even if I screamed I don’t think she would hear)
She don’t ask me what I’m thinking about
(what I’m thinking about)
If you fall so far down
You can rise to greet the light
When it comes time to shine
If your heart is a beating black hole
Baby you’ll just fade away
To where God only knows
And you’ll do the same old things everyday
And you’ll say the same old things everyday
And you’ll play the same old things everyday
And you’ll be used the same old way, the same old way
Oh baby you’ve gotta greet the light
And rise up high when it’s time to shine
You’ll be here where you are meant to be
You know it’s true
When it’s time to shine the light on you
Music and Lyrics by Dave Ryder and Dan McHugh.
Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved.
Info regarding the lyrics and recording the music:
This song occurs during a point in our story where Ulises is very depressed for many reasons: his relationship with Calypso is terrible, he has had to sacrifice Cordera (whom he genuinely liked), the pressures of being undercover for so long and perhaps most importantly the anguish of being separated for do long from his beloved Penelope.
It is at this time that Ulises has a series of portentous dreams. The first is his grandfather, warning him of Calypso, that she is ready to betray him to Pazidon because she senses he no longer loves her. The second dream is from his mother, who warns him of Penelope’s precarious situation with her suitors. This eery dream culminates with his mother fading away as Ulises frantically tries to reach her. When she has completely dissipated he knows she is, in fact, dead. The third and final dream is of his father, who is reading The Lord of the Rings to him as he did at bedtime when Ulises was a small child. During the dream, his father looks directly at Ulises and very clearly says, “remember your mithral shirt, Frodo”. These words echo in Ulise’s head as his father fades away. The phone rings, and Nostradamus is on the other end – he informs Ulises that their current deal goes down that evening, at Pazidon’s house.
Following the advice of his father’s ghost, Ulises wears his bulletproof vest* to the meeting.
* In early 1982, the use of so-called “cop-killer” bullets had yet to become widely adopted by gang members.
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Notes regarding the art:
Dante and Virgil in the ninth circle of hell, by Gustave Doré
(to see a hi-res version click here).
This Doré etching depicts Dante and Virgil in the ninth circle of hell, in the second “round” – there are four concentric zones (or “rounds”) of traitors, each zone containing progressively worse transgressors (during the time of Dante, anyway – I would personally rate betrayal of the family as far worse than betrayal of a liege, whereas Dante reverses this order). While in this zone, Count Ugolino pauses from gnawing on the head of his rival Archbishop Ruggieri to describe how Ruggieri imprisoned him along with his children, condemning them to death by starvation.
If you ask yourself the question, “why is this relevant?” I would only say to ask yourself one further question: Why would normally law abiding citizens of a country leave their homes and families, and furtively attempt dangerous, illegal border crossings in droves?
His face each downward held; their mouth the cold,
Their eyes express’d the dolour of their heart….
While we journey’d on
Toward the middle, at whose point unites
All heavy substance, and I trembling went
Through that eternal chillness, I know not
If will it were or destiny, or chance….
- Dante’s The Divine Comedy, “Hell”, Canto 32
The Bard has Hamlet’s father return as a ghost to haunt his depressed protagonist:
I am thy father’s spirit,
Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin’d to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg’d away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand an end
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.”
- Shakespeare Hamlet, Act 1, scene 5, lines 9-20
The tension in our story builds, and must soon come to an explosive defining moment lest we run the risk of alienating, or worse, boring our listener, who must surely be upon tenterhooks by now, urgently needing to know what comes next?
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