Mary Poppins came from a state of denial. Many works that we hold in great esteem are based on tragic events in our life that help us cope. When the warning light on the dash goes off it is only a matter of time when denial finds us in the reality of the side of the road waiting for a tow. Eventually we deal with reality once we get to the garage. The grieving process starts with the state of denial that leads to escapism, anger and goes to depression. The cycle of the states of our emotions has often been linked to the DEAD SEA Syndrome. That study goes through each emotion and brings us to the banks of the sea that has no outlets. In this study in working with men, I have experienced that helpless feeling of man versus automobile, himself and God, eventulally towed in to the garage where truth and cost meets the emotional state as well as other men who are going through similar realities. The state of anger many times leads to self medication or addictions as I have discovered in the last fifteen years.
As a composer I have found examples of chord progressions that work as a chordal acrostic. DEAD in a progression is pretty dreary you might think. What is interesting is from the heart of a psalmist the images and the chords integrate in an interesting way.
Write down images of denial, escapism, addictions, and depression.
Some write denial is a fantasy that takes us away from seeing ourselves in the mirror. A light comes on, we fail to respond, hard concrete, stone cold dirt brown clouds, in my heart polution.
Escapism, from the real separated into deals. Its a deception unchecked by a fool. Like a proverb it begs you to listen you may stay but your mind has decided to go. Its where the mind tells the heart what the green wants the red to know.
Many are self afflicted by an anger that gets us addicted to thing we dont understand the fall of everyman who battles the world. Slipping inside of ourselves, leaving our dreams on the shelf. It leads to a pale yellow baloon as we close up the room.
Chorus but there is nothing that can overtake you that you cannot face.
No weed of sin or places youve been that you cannot handle with him. This is grace in the face of our sin.
We all have faced our oppressions that bring us to the state of the blues. We all have been in your shoes. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose…they say that joy will come in the morning, I guess thats all in how we handle bad news.
Brown cloud that surounds us, greens bleed to red, pale yellow of addictions as the room turns blue…
Write down colors associated with those images.
What are some of the things you are imagining to delay facing now?
What escape routes have you taken in the past?
What are the things that set you off towards addictions and anger?
What makes you depressed.