Rotten track
Instant poetry Lyrics
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All of our strange affections gathered 'round us in the morning light.
Softly shining skin of little girls the painter drew for us
makes it unbelievable that all we have could soon be lost.
soon be lost
soon be gone
gone away
The train is coming in.
So please stand back!
Wheels hardly spin.
You feel busted.
Watch the big parade
at the rotten track!
Please stand back!
Please stand back!
With every single word you speak the sun is rising higher and higher.
The room looks desolated, - overloaded with a strange desire.
Calling for some help, We're standing at the gate, it's raining still.
Yesterday they kicked us out. I think I'm sure they always will.
They always will
soon be gone
gone away
In "Rotten Track" by Instant Poetry, the singer invites us to join them on a journey into a multicoloured dream, filled with strange affections and light, almost innocent moments. However, the end of this dream seems to be looming, as shown by the sense of loss that permeates the song. The painter draws softly shining skin of little girls for the listener and the singer points out that it is almost unbelievable that all of this could soon be lost. This dream is contrasted with the image of a train coming in, signalling the end of something, with the wheels hardly spinning and the listener feeling busted. The lyrics urge the listener to watch the big parade at the rotten track, perhaps symbolizing the end of whatever was lost. The song ends with a sense of resignation, as the singer realizes that yesterday they were kicked out and they always will be.
Throughout the song, there is a sense of a journey - one that is possibly heading towards an end or loss. The imagery used is evocative, with the painter's little girls being a particularly poignant reminder of what could be lost. The use of the train at the end reinforces the idea that something important is ending. Overall, the lyrics are introspective and somewhat melancholic, painting a picture of people who have been kicked out and could soon lose something they hold dear.
Line by Line Meaning
Into the wild confusion of a multicoloured dream we dived.
We plunged into a chaotic and colorful dream world.
All of our strange affections gathered 'round us in the morning light.
Our unusual emotions surrounded us as we emerged into daylight.
Softly shining skin of little girls the painter drew for us makes it unbelievable that all we have could soon be lost.
The painter's depiction of young girls with glowing skin makes it hard to accept that everything we possess may soon be gone.
The train is coming in.
A train is approaching.
So please stand back!
For safety reasons, please move away from the train.
Wheels hardly spin.
The train's wheels are turning slowly.
You feel busted.
You feel broken or defeated.
Watch the big parade at the rotten track!
Observe the spectacle at the rundown location!
Please stand back!
We urge you to move away from the oncoming train.
Please stand back!
Again, move back for your own safety.
With every single word you speak the sun is rising higher and higher.
Your words seem to bring the dawn closer and closer.
The room looks desolated, - overloaded with a strange desire.
The space appears empty and forsaken, but filled with an unusual longing.
Calling for some help, We're standing at the gate, it's raining still.
We're requesting assistance while waiting at the entrance, even though it's still raining.
Yesterday they kicked us out. I think I'm sure they always will.
We were expelled the previous day, and it seems highly likely that it will happen again.
Contributed by Caden I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@meggieroyer5724
Hello, I am the author of this piece and I wanted to thank illneas so much for creating this rendition! I'm truly grateful for his collaboration and support!
I wrote this piece several years ago as someone who was suicidal and enduring a severe trauma. I'm continually humbled by the outpouring of support it has received.
I posted it on my blog after I wrote it and never expected it to go viral. This piece was a letter to myself as a suicidal person, and so it may not resonate with everyone. I wrote it to myself and it was what I needed to hear at the time.
Sending love to everyone who is currently or has been struggling to the point of considering suicide. I am thinking of you and wishing you the best across the world in the U.S.
Have a wonderful day, everyone! Thank you again!
@richard4short5
I was 23 and I was chatting with a girl at a party for quite a long while.
She said she had to go home and with a quick "see ya around!" she was gone.
I turned around to see a very forlorn looking younger man looking at the floor.
"She's nice isn't she?" He murmured. I agreed and it turned out that she had just broken up with him and i offered him my comiserations, wished him luck and wandered off to my bedroom.
The next day my fellow share housers were talking about how Vincent had turned the gas on and put his head into the oven when he got home from the party. I asked who Vincent was. He was the young man who looked forlorn....
'The morning after I died' brought all that back to me just now. I'm 65 yo now.
@theharshtruthoutthere
@@counterfeit1148 We all are heartbreakers, all of our thoughts are evil and all our good deeds are filthy rags.
Jeremiah 17:9 - The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?
Mark 7:21 - For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders,
Romans 1:21 - Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened.
Isaiah 64:6
But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
We all were:
Psalms 51:5 - Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.
Our Life Is Like Unto A Race
1 Corinthians Chapter 9
24 Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.
Why are rich and famous depressed?
lets list the reasons;
they`re trans, faking life 100% daily
their master is lucifer, the father of lies.
they have no looks, needs to fake these,
they have no talent, needs to fake these.
they are famous only a moment.
they are rich only for moment.
To have the moment on stage, wicked and sick ritual must be performed.
They are masons in masonry.
Nothing`s real, only illusions.
They have it harder , to give their soul over to CHRIST and return back HEAVEN (Luke 18:25 KJV and Mark 10:25 KJV)
true Christians are born again = new creatures in CHRIST, able to no longer sin and able to understand GOD perfectly.
We are to make a conscious choosing between GOD = CHRIST and mammon = lucifer.
Deuteronomy 30:19 I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live:
Joshua 24:15 And if it seem evil unto you to serve the LORD, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.
we since birth live in the devils kingdom, this earth here, it shall be created anew, but not yet, still is the church time = still time for souls to get saved and be raptured up. until we come to repentance and born again, we remain living according to the devil.
devils expectations to us are:
lie/deceive kill destroy remain wicked sinner who praise death daily.
because devil is the father of lies:
John 8:44 Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.
GOD `s expectations to us:
come to repentance
come out from BABYLON
born again
live holy
do the will of your heavenly father.
Matthew 9:13 But go ye and learn what that meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice: for I am not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.
John 3:7 Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.
Revelation 18:4 And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
1 Peter 1:16 - Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.
Matthew 7:21 Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.
@daithicondon9976
I am sorry for your loss, it is a harrowing grief. My youngest sister took her life last year at 31. A beautiful soul who could not bare her pain and in her passing, it passed to us to carry it for her like your friends has passed to you. As time passes the joy creeps back. The grief remains in the glass jar of the soul but unlike the early days when its the only thing there, the rest of you lifes experience will join it. Heres a Poem that we read at her funeral and has given me great solace:
For the Family and Friends of a Suicide, by John O'Donohue
For the Family and Friends of a Suicide
excerpts, from John O’Donohue’s (2008) To Bless the Space Between Us
As you huddle around the torn silence,
Each by this lonely deed exiled
To a solitary confinement of soul,
May some small glow from what has been lost
Return like the kindness of candlelight. . . .
As your eyes strain to sift
This sudden wall of dark
And no one can say why
In such a forsaken, secret way,
This death was sent for...
May one of the lovely hours
Of memory return
Like a field of ease
Among these graveled days.
May the Angel of Wisdom
Enter this ruin of absence
And guide your minds
To receive this bitter chalice
So that you do not damage yourselves
By attending only at the hungry altar
Of regret and anger and guilt. . . .
May you be given some inkling
That there could be some something else at work
And that what to you now seems
Dark, destructive, and forlorn
Might be a destiny that looks different
From outside the eternal script
May vision be granted to you
To see this with the eyes of providence
May your loss become a sanctuary
Where new presence will dwell
To refine and enrich
The rest of your life
With courage and compassion.
And may your loved lost one
Enter into the beauty of eternal tranquility,
In that place where there is no more sorrow
Or separation or mourning or tears.
@_Sloppyham
It’s ultimately up to the person to decide for themselves if life is worth continuing. For a lot of people they see death as the easier way out than struggling for a better future. I don’t blame them, it’s hard man. Really. Fucking. Hard. These are the kinds of people I would be wanting to help even if they wanted to die. They have a chance at a better life, and for some reason that’s enough for me.
For someone who is dealing with something that cannot be solved such as an incurable illness that causes extreme suffering every day, that is a person with no future in terms of a life of no extreme suffering. If they don’t consider life worth living, I’d say that’s fair and they should be able to make that choice for themselves.
I genuinely believe all illnesses will be cured in less than 10 years or we’ll all be dead by then. So there’s that point of view as well, that an incurable diseases will end up cured in the future. AI is magical in it’s potential but equally terrifying as a result.
That’s just my two cents on the topic.
I hope you’re doing ok man!
@catsandra_
I’ve come back to this video several times. The poem, the voice, the music, the visuals.. everything is so delicately done and you can feel the emotion.
I’ve cried listening to this. Today I am okay. I’m alive and learning to love life for the simple pleasures.
People take advantage still but I’m alive.
I’m making myself go to a gig by myself tomorrow! Why? Because I’m alive! A time will come when I won’t be.
It’s a powerful poem and message. Suicide is a journey. Not a singular event. It’s takes so long to be you again after.
For those that have survived or planned and didn’t go through for whatever reason. Remember, we have extra bonus life time now.
If things went differently, we wouldn’t be here. Every day is extra time.
@argonhip
100 reasons to stay alive:
1. to make your parents proud
2. to conquer your fears
3. to see your family again
4. to see your favourite artist live
5. to listen to music again
6. to experience a new culture
7. to make new friends
8. to inspire
9. to have your own children
10. to adopt your own pet
11. to make yourself proud
12. to meet your idols
13. to laugh until you cry
14. to feel tears of happiness
15. to eat your favorite food
16. to see your siblings grow
17. to pass school
18. to get tattoo
19. to smile until your cheeks hurt
20. to meet your internet friends
21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve
22. to eat ice cream on a hot day
23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day
24. to see untouched snow in the morning
25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire
26. to see stars light up the sky
27. to read a book that changes your life
28. to see the flowers in the spring
29. to see the leaves change from green to brown
30. to travel abroad
31. to learn a new language
32. to learn to draw
33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them
34. Puppy kisses.
35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek).
36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them.
37. Trampolines.
38. Ice cream.
39. Stargazing.
40. Cloud watching.
41. Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets.
42. Receiving thoughtful gifts.
43. “I saw this and thought of you."
44. The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you."
45. The relief you feel after crying.
46. Sunshine.
47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention.
48. Your future wedding.
49. Your favorite candy bar.
50. New clothes.
51. Witty puns.
52. Really good bread.
53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time.
54. Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.)
55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling.
56. The smell before and after it rains
57. The sound of rain against a rooftop.
58. The feeling you get when you’re dancing.
59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them.
60. Trying out new recipes.
61. The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio.
62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage.
63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable.
64.Breakfast in bed.
65. Getting a middle seat in the movie theater.
66. Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning).
67. Pray (if you are religious)
68. Forgiveness.
69. Water balloon fights.
70. New books by your favorite authors.
71. Fireflies.
72. Birthdays.
73. Realizing that someone loves you.
74. Spending the day with someone you
75. Opportunity to create meaningful and lasting relationships.
76. Potential to learn, grow, and evolve as a person.
77. Joy and happiness in the little things.
78. The power to inspire others.
79. The ability to create art, music, and other forms of self-expression.
80. To explore different cultures, traditions, and ways of life.
81. To make a positive impact on the environment and help protect the planet.
82. Experience the joys of parenthood and raise a family.
83. Learn new things and develop new skills.
84. Create a legacy that will outlive you.
85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed.
86. Cuddles
87. Holding hands.
88. The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person’s, and you feel like the only two people in the world.
89. Singing off key with your best friends.
90. Road trips.
91. Spontaneous adventures.
92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes.
93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees.
94. Thunderstorms.
95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland.
96. The taste of your favorite food.
97. The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning.
98. The day when everything finally goes your way.
99. Compliments and praise.
100. to look on this moment in 10 years time and realize you did it.
@isthisBetelgeuse
This is what they call "hauntingly beautiful."
The overwhelming sorrowness I felt watching this was only touched by the optimism that sprouted within my heart.
I cried. Not unlike six hours ago when I was just wishing it all to go away, yet this time was different.
It feels as if though a weight has been lifted off my shoulder. I don't know how long this hopefulness will last nor do I know how long I'll keep going. I'm just grateful at the moment and that's all that matters.
So, thank you, from an internet stranger.
@daithicondon9976
Im sorry for your loss. It's a heavy grief. My sister took her life a year ago at 31. A beautiful soul that we miss so much. We read this blessing at her funeral. I return to it often...
For the Family and Friends of a Suicide, by John O'Donohue
For the Family and Friends of a Suicide
excerpts, from John O’Donohue’s (2008) To Bless the Space Between Us
As you huddle around the torn silence,
Each by this lonely deed exiled
To a solitary confinement of soul,
May some small glow from what has been lost
Return like the kindness of candlelight. . . .
As your eyes strain to sift
This sudden wall of dark
And no one can say why
In such a forsaken, secret way,
This death was sent for...
May one of the lovely hours
Of memory return
Like a field of ease
Among these graveled days.
May the Angel of Wisdom
Enter this ruin of absence
And guide your minds
To receive this bitter chalice
So that you do not damage yourselves
By attending only at the hungry altar
Of regret and anger and guilt. . . .
May you be given some inkling
That there could be some something else at work
And that what to you now seems
Dark, destructive, and forlorn
Might be a destiny that looks different
From outside the eternal script
May vision be granted to you
To see this with the eyes of providence
May your loss become a sanctuary
Where new presence will dwell
To refine and enrich
The rest of your life
With courage and compassion.
And may your loved lost one
Enter into the beauty of eternal tranquility,
In that place where there is no more sorrow
Or separation or mourning or tears.
@meggieroyer5724
Hello, I am the author of this piece and I wanted to thank illneas so much for creating this rendition! I'm truly grateful for his collaboration and support!
I wrote this piece several years ago as someone who was suicidal and enduring a severe trauma. I'm continually humbled by the outpouring of support it has received.
I posted it on my blog after I wrote it and never expected it to go viral. This piece was a letter to myself as a suicidal person, and so it may not resonate with everyone. I wrote it to myself and it was what I needed to hear at the time.
Sending love to everyone who is currently or has been struggling to the point of considering suicide. I am thinking of you and wishing you the best across the world in the U.S.
Have a wonderful day, everyone! Thank you again!
@nicholasobiero7880
Masterpiece
@Mark00747
This is so amazing!
We should all live as if we had killed ourselves
@JoseGonzalez-yw5iz
Keep up the good work you are very talented
@user-zh6qs5mv4c
Thank you for sharing something so private :-)
@hypebeast7199
Amazing
@mika-ie4ke
"too tired to stay
too scared to leave"
@agonycheeto6111
Me
@brynnwelte9197
exactly how i feel.
@fabianvanderelst9643
I read that as too scarred. That'd have made sense as well