Thursday, July 28, 2011

Photo Finish

OK, we didn't make it past the SpinTunes rap challenge... although I personally think we hit the challenge square on, I'm not surprised to see the judges score entries more highly that ventured outside the box.
The challenge for the last round is a photograph of  a rusty 1960 Cadillac DeVille abandoned in a wood in Austria. Specifically, this photograph by Reinfried Marass (I'd embed it if I had rights to do that. Why we'd use a photograph that's not licensed under Creative Commons is one of the Great Unsolved Mysteries of the Universe, which will never, ever be explain in accordance with common sense).

It's the actual wording of the challenge which interested to me: "Write a song inspired by the Reinfried Marass photo below" Now, keep in mind that this is the revised challenge. The original challenge read, "Write a song about the Reinfried Marass photo below".  Note that it didn't say "inspired by", but "about", and not about the car, either, but about the photo. THAT's what got our brain spinning... not the challenge as it is, but as it was when it was posted.

It interested William as well. He happened to have been born in 1960, at the same time as the car in question. The lyrics he sent me, with a title inspired by the original challenge, deal with a man and a car approaching decrepitude at the same time. Both are "broken eyed"... one with headlights, the other with color-blindness. An odd thing, to have your fate entangled with that of an object.


PHOTO FINISH
wmh 7.26.11

Two old horses have run the race
Both aging but undiminished
A little rusty, and lost of some spark
But crossing the line in a photo finish

I remember the past days like they are tomorrow
As fresh as a meadow in spring
Put out to pasture - no regrets and no sorrow
Looking forward to the promise the future would bring

Broken eyed - but not blind
Both victims of the ages and sun
But classic things never go out of style
They just get recycled around and return

Mettle or metal, which wins the battle
Relics of the past, neither one with the will to survive
Except into memories and fantasy
And the history of what walks or what rides

One dies a pauper- one retires to a museum
There’re some who would say they’re the same
Each of them sent to his own mausoleum
Never again to run on the tracks of the game

Broken eyed - but not blind
Both victims of the ages and sun
But classic things never go out of style
They just get recycled around and return

1 comment:

Gweebol said...

I really like your idea to focus on the photo itself. Very cool! And as always, your voice sounds awesome.

Post a Comment