I would choose the song "Move Pen Move/Tragic Turn Of Events by Dan Mangan & Shane Koyczan. Ironically, this is a song fused with spoken word poetry. The poem is about Shane's mom, who develops a severe illness, and the struggle that illness puts on their relationship. He uses metaphors, similes, etc to portray the difficult decisions this illness makes him face. I have included my two favorite parts of this poem. I love the fact that this spoken word poem is intertwined beautifully with the accoustic guitar of Dan Mangan, and his crooning voice going "And you said that you'd read to me If I fell asleep. Rock me awake again, Promise me." The lyrics of this song are so powerful, and these men have the most beautiful voices in the world. The song is calming, and saddening, yet can also be inspiring and make me feel powerful.
Favorite Part 1:
Running back home 'cause I gotta play nurse.
Gotta figure out which pill alleviates which pain, which part of your brain is being used for a boxing bag as your body became a never ending game of freeze tag, taking place in an empty playground.
I was left looking for your limbs in a lost and found, and I couldn't set you free.
I was left looking for your limbs in a lost and found, and I couldn't set you free.
Favorite Part 2:
And all I could say is if I could I would write you some way out of this, but my gift is useless. And you said no.
Write me a poem to make me happy.
So I write.
Move pen move,
Write me a bedroom where cures make love to our cancers... But my mother just motions to a bottle full of answers and says "help me go".
And now I know something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling,
Smoke signalling the end of some song that I thought it would take too long to learn. Now I just sit here watching you burn away all those notes I never had a chance to play, to hear the music of what you had to say.
I count out the pills just to see if I can do it.
I can't even get halfway through it before I turn back into your son and say
Stay.
So I write.
Move pen move,
Write me a bedroom where cures make love to our cancers... But my mother just motions to a bottle full of answers and says "help me go".
And now I know something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling,
Smoke signalling the end of some song that I thought it would take too long to learn. Now I just sit here watching you burn away all those notes I never had a chance to play, to hear the music of what you had to say.
I count out the pills just to see if I can do it.
I can't even get halfway through it before I turn back into your son and say
Stay.
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