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Song abstract: What Cunningham accomplished in his novel is what Hayley and I sought to accomplish with this song. We wanted to take the threads of three womans lives, and wind them into a a single tapestry through song. It would be another way of observing the similarities between them. I(Brandon) beatboxed and coautored the lyrics with Hayley. Because of our lack of musical talent we enlisted the help of a friendly musician, Adam LaSalle. Combining Adam's guitar, my beatboxing, and Hayleys lyrics we had a rudeimentary song in our hands. The song is structured in  a way that the lives of Woolf Clarissa and Mrs.Brown mirror each other. We united each character with themes in the text; mostly, loss of identity via marriage, suicide, and longing. Hope you enjoy

Chorus one:

Virginia Woolf
Living two different lives
Staring into the reflection of the water
At a face she doesn’t recognize.
She has to put on act
In order to keep her marriage in tact
But her soul is suffocating
And between life and death she is stuck debating.

Drown, drown, drown in the river’s depths
Our past selves are merely ghosts of what is left.

Yearning for London, her true home
Stuck in a room by doctor’s orders, feeling alone
Her companion, her type writer
And Leonard, her provider
There is life in London that I can’t seem to touch
This town and its doctors are too much

I have rocks in my pocket down by the river
I feel no reject and I feel no shiver
Why don’t you join and grab some stones
Even a wolf gets tired traveling alone
To my dearest Leonard I wrote a loving goodbye
And so I waded in and decided to die

Drown, drown, drown in the river’s depths
Our past selves are merely ghosts of what is left.

Mrs. Dalloway
Living two different lives
Staring into the reflection of the store window
At a face she doesn’t recognize.
She has to put on an act
To keep her marriage and social standing in tact
Her name and her parties weigh on her soul
Being the perfect hostess is taking its toll.
She buys the flowers herself
Resolved to keep her feelings for Peter Walsh on the shelf
Only to be looked at but never brought down
Then Clarissa, now Mrs. Dalloway
She made her choice and forever that is how she will stay
Trapped by her parties and all that attend
Until she wades in the river, and puts a stop to the pretend.

Drown, drown, drown in the river’s depths
Our past selves are merely ghosts of what is left.

Mrs. Brown
Living two different lives
Staring at her reflection on the back of a spoon
A face she doesn’t recognize, aging to soon
She has to be the wife for Dan and the mother for Richie
Given up on a life which ended too quickly
Wondering if death could come soon, come soon
Watching Dan pull out the driveway,
Lonely and domesticated Mrs.Brown lays
If only for a second she could live
Without her apron, without Richie,
If she could live young and flighty
And gather another's lips
In a frost sweetened kiss
A cake and future forsaken
Life reduced to frost and baking
Mrs.Brown married, or better yet, taken

Down,Down,Down, the rivers depths
our past selves are merely ghosts of what is left

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  1. Unknown User (mcc14)

    This is awesome. Brandon's accent got a thousand times more Long Islandey, and I appreciate every second of it When did you find the time to do this? The guitar sounds kind of Mugison-esque.