recursion

While trying to pull myself out of bed this morning, I heard an interesting song on the fabulous Radio K. It was a cover of one of my favorite songs, Time by Pink Floyd. A reggae cover. It was from the album Dub Side of the Moon by the Easy Star All Stars (here's a review on Blogcritics).

I might buy this album (in fact, I'm bloggings this so I don't forget about it) because I really liked that song. It'd been a while since I listened, and I was struck by the fleeting nature of life (made all the more timely by our incipient "shock and awe" bombardment of Iraq). As the Blogcritics review said, that song is "many, many a teen's first intimation of mortality".

Maybe I'm just getting older, but for some reason, the feeling of mortality came on strong today.

And you run and run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

And racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Live for today.