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Burn baby burn

Today's meme turned out to be a song "Bonfire" by Lamb who "were an electronic music duo from Manchester, England, known for their trip hop and drum and bass influenced sound. The duo comprised producer Andy Barlow, also known as the "Hipoptimist", and singer-songwriter Lou Rhodes. They received acclaim throughout Europe (particularly the United Kingdom and Portugal), Australia and the Americas, especially for their hit singles "Gorecki" and "Gabriel"."(Wickipedia)
I was introduced to Lamb's music by my friend Ian M. from the Moot community in the UK.
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What kind of bonfire should I be?
One that toasts marshmallow sticky smores' for chubby fingered toe-haired campers? Waiting for one of the gooey charcoal confections to fall to my hungry blaze.

My bonfire could be one that consumes the newspapers of days past - licking the words from the page. Greedily consuming every image, every story in the reach of my crimson flames.

Burn baby burn, don't waste a crackle or pop.
Churn baby churn, everything is sizzle from bottom to top.

What kind of bonfire can I be?
One that warms the hands of hungry hearts and wander the streets north and south and back again?
Living, breathing, giving to eyes that wonder if their dreams ever existed.
Blazing, giving it all so that hope has the oxygen to breathe freely again.

Burn baby burn, don't waste a crackle or pop.
Churn baby churn, everything is sizzle from bottom to top.

My bonfire can be the stuff of dreams becoming reality, making way for the vision not yet seen. Faithfully glowing, creating a light to see by, a light to read by, a light to be by an extension of my scarlet flames.

Burn baby burn, start at the beginning with kindling not moss.
Churn baby churn, let go of the embers and ashes you've lost.
Burn baby burn, let your little light shine.
Churn baby churn, in the darkness, in this moment, in this time.
Burn.


Copyright T.L. Eastman 2008



The following are
lyrics to the song Bonfire by Lamb's fear of fours album that inspired my poem above:

Have you ever wondered why those days exist
When life just seems to be the conspiracy against you
I don't know where the answers lie
But I try not to get hung up on the questions

I burn like a good bonfire
In whatever I do
I burn like a good bonfire
And I know I'll come through

The time is long overdue for
a house cleaning of the soul
We all get so complicated in our lives
When walking just walk, when sitting just sit when being just be
Above all don't stray from your chosen path

Burn like a good bonfire
In whatever you do
Burn like a good bonfire
And I know you'll come through

Burn like a good bonfire
In whatever you do
Burn like a good bonfire
And may peace come to you

The time is long overdue for a house cleaning of the soul
We all get so complicated in our lives

Burn like a good bonfire
In whatever you do
Just burn like a good bonfire
And I know you'll come through

Burn like a good bonfire
In whatever you do
Burn like a good bonfire
And may strength flow through you

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