They are the lyrics to a movie's theme song.
And no, I dont have it as my ringtone :-\
In reflecting over the movies I'd watched since last April, I could recall only a few. Clint Eastwood's Gran Torino was one of them. In fact, I rewatched it last night on HBO. With a warning about the foul language and gang violence, I highly recommend the film for adults - teenaged children are okay, if parents are watching with them.
Realign all the stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh,how I've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds
Gentle now
A tender breeze blows
Whispers through a Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song
Engines humm and bitter dreams grow
Heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats A lonely rhythm all night long
These streets are old
They shine with the things I've known
And breaks through the trees
Their sparkling
Your world
Is nothing more
Than all
The tiny things
You've left behind
So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering
Gentle now a tender breeze blows
Whispers through the Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song
Engines humm and bitter dreams grow
A heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats A lonely rhythm
All night long
May I be so bold and stay
I need someone to hold
That shudders my skin
Their sparkling
Your world
Is nothing more
Than all
The tiny things
You've left
Behind
So realign
All the stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh
How I've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds
Gentle now a tender breeze blows
Whispers through the Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song
Engines humm and better dreams grow
Heart locked in a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
Over and above their utilitarian purpose, there is something seductive about cars. In my early teenaged years (old enough to drive), I thought I might like to own a Gran Torino. Furthermore, cars qualify as art.
For at The High Museum there is a widely popular exhibit now open. The Allure of the Automobile is on my list of things to see, but I'm thinking that I should take in John Portman's Architecture exhibit first, especially since it's about to close AND there's a walking tour attached.
Now I'm curious....
do you know of a poem about cars?
Better yet, tell me about a car you love(d).
I loved this movie. Cry everytime I see it. Mike does too. We see that scene, when Walt reaches for his lighter-- in a single move of his hand silently, instinctively, commanding that the gang members shoot him therein sealing their own fates for all past wrongs and atoning for his own.
ReplyDeleteMy "car" was a motorcycle, new, right off the showroom floor-- a Suzuki 750gl, lowslung, all black and chrome, a great joy to ride. I loved her-- "Gryphon" was the name I gave her.
Hi Hilary!! It took me a minutes but I figured out who this was, even before I saw that you had *liked* my FB entry.
ReplyDeleteYou really must start blogging!
I realized, Dana, after I figured out how to post my comment that I had not signed it. As savvy as I think I am the reality is that some of this blogging stuff seems to be beyond my natural ken. lol.
ReplyDeleteHowever I do love to start at the top of your blog titles on the right side and read each one, slowly, thoroughly--sometimes voraciously. Your ideas and thoughts on things are lovely in which to "soak"-- like a luxurious bath. I leave them clean and refreshed and better able to "see." (hilary)
ps if I end up posting twice it is a techno-glitch and quite accidental. It maybe advantageous for me to set up a google account.
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