Guest poem submitted by , the fifth in our 'rock lyrics' theme:
(Poem #745) Indiscipline
I do remember one thing. It took hours and hours, But by the time I was done with it, I was so involved, I didn't know what to think. I carried it around with me for days and days, Playing little games, Like not looking at it for a whole day, And then looking at it, To see if I still liked it. I did!
[Comments] I find this little ode to obsession and introversion very cute. When seen written down like this, rock lyrics are about the last thing that come to mind. Being an introvert myself and having known obsession first hand, I can readily empathise with the feelings expressed here. I'm sure any of you who's ever been deeply involved with either an object or an idea or a relationship (or whatever) will understand what the narrator of these lines is talking about. Notice how the narrator never gives us a clue about what *is* the "it" that he/she was so obsessed with. IMHO this really lifts the poem above the ordinary. Notice also the remarkably original title "Indiscipline"; coupled with the fact that the poem is in first person, we have the suggestion that the narrator is laughing at the lack of discipline of his own former obsessive self. [Background info] This poem is the first "stanza" of lyrics to the song "Indiscipline" on King Crimson's 1981 album _Discipline_. I'm posting the complete lyrics at the end. The reason I extracted only the first stanza was because I thought it was beautifully complete as a poem. Also, it is in fact set off from the rest of the lyrics in the song. The lines above are not sung, they're simply spoken dramatically to a bizarre instrumental accompaniment, so bizarre in fact that I cannot describe it except to say that it manages to sound obsessive. [About King Crimson] If there is an avant-garde in rock music that has somehow managed to stay mainstream and keep a pop sensibility, then King Crimson is the definitive representative of the movement. Over a 30+ year career (still going strong) band leader and guiding star Robert Fripp has experimented ceaselessy and pushed the boundaries of rock like almost no one else. King Crimson started out being rather similar to other art/prog rock bands (ELP, Yes, etc) but have kept moving away from that sound. Sadly, none of the dozens of clever songs that they've come up with over the years gets airplay on any radio channel I know of, with the lone exception of the admittedly brilliant "21st Century Schizoid Man" from their debut album. King Crimson was never really one single rock band; its lineup has gone through innumerable changes since its 1969 inception with Fripp being the only constant. The King Crimson that wrote this song consisted of Robert Fripp, Adrian Belew, Bill Bruford and Tony Levin. Before you rush out to grab a King Crimson album, let me warn you that as with any avant-gardist, their output is not exactly uniform in quality. However, _Discipline_ is highly recommended. Oh yes, the Encyclopædia Britannica mentions King Crimson, albeit briefly :) [A note on drugs] It would be easy to explain away today's poem as "drug influenced". Unfortunately for such cynics, the fact is that Fripp never did drugs. Amit. [Complete lyrics for the song "Indiscipline"] I do remember one thing. It took hours and hours, But by the time I was done with it, I was so involved, I didn't know what to think. I carried it around with me for days and days, Playing little games, Like not looking at it for a whole day, And then looking at it, To see if I still liked it. I did! I repeat myself when under stress I repeat myself when under stress I repeat myself when under stress I repeat myself when under stress I repeat The more I look at it, the more I like it. I do think it's good. The fact is no matter how closely I study it, no matter how I take it apart, no matter how I break it down, It remains consistent. I wish you were here to see it. I like it! [thomas adds] King Crimson's titles are often quite interesting in their own right. Their debut album (and the source of their moniker) was "In the Court of the Crimson King" (a tip of the hat to Greig's "In the Hall of the Mountain King", perhaps?); followups included "Larks' Tongues in Aspic", "Three of a Perfect Pair", and "Starless and Bible Black". Alert readers will notice that the latter phrase is from the prologue to Dylan Thomas' play for voices, "Under Milk Wood"; you can read the said prologue at poem #270.