Unfucked

Sometimes, I get those light bulbs lighting up in my head as a reaction to another work of art. Things that I listen to and I identify with, or just a couple of seconds that I watch on TV in a movie or something. Sometimes it is just a painting. At others, it's only a song clip with a marvellously innovative explosion in emotions that makes me completely head over heals. 

This piece is one of the light bulbs of the latter kind, the one that I love the most. It's a reaction to Diane Birch's Unfucked, a very uncredited song with no lyrics that I can find whatsoever on Google. It has the best video clip I've seen in a very long time.

Here is the link to the clip on YouTube: Unfucked_Diane Birch

Here is the piece I wrote as reaction to the clip. Please note that I have embedded some of the lyrics of the song into my piece. Thank you and I hope you'd enjoy it 

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Wrapped in a tough coat of wax, harsh and dull

Pinned with nails from everywhere, depriving it of motion

The poor thing can’t breathe, can’t beat

There is an absence of emotions

As a result of the pain

You enclosed it in a heart shaped box

And then buried it in concrete 

And justified it as the best way to survive;

Being the dead who never died

Being breathless while still alive

But who is to sing your song,

Who is to compose your music,

If you don’t.

Who’s gonna hear your prayers if you don’t,

If you won’t…

You forgot you’re the writer,

You’re the leader

You’re the hero whose story is to be told

So don’t stop walking, please just stop talking

When you hear the guns fire don’t listen

When you see the skies turn black keep walking

There is a hole in your chest where your heart used to be

But tomorrow will come and it might be a little more

Unfucked

Let your fear dissolve, and your hatred melt down

There is rage inside your heart

Utilize it, kill your frown

Transform that rage into colours on paper

Give your heart a sound

You’re the writer of your song

You’re the master of your world

You’re the leader, you’re the hero

Whose story will be told

So push those nails out

Live life, reach up to the clouds

Life has colours so choose the one that makes you glad

Even if you choose black, just live life

Your heart needs to beat, needs to breathe,

Needs to distinguish its fires 

So free it off this wax wrapping coat 

And out of the box let it 

There is a hole in your chest where your heart used to be

But tomorrow will come and it might be a little more

Unfucked!