by Duran Duran
Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue
thought I heard you talking softly
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio
still I can't escape the ghost of you
What has happened to it all? Crazy, some would say
Where is the life that I recognize? gone away
But I won't cry for yesterday, there's an ordinary world Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way to the ordinary world I will learn to survive
Pride will tear us both apart Well now pride's gone out the window
cross the rooftops run away left me in the vacuum of my heart
What is happening to me? Crazy, some would say
Where is my friend when I need you most? Gone away...
Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed
here today, forgot tomorrow
ooh, here besides the news of holy war and holy need
ours is just a little sorrowed talk...
And I don't cry... and as I try to make my way
to the ordinary world I will learn to survive
every one is my world,
I will learn to survive
I will learn to survive
every one is my world
Well, aren't we to love our self...as others? What's wrong with a measure of pride? What is it anyway? Why would anyone write a song lyric like that? "I will learn to survive in the ordinary world... Crazy, some would say... Where's my friend when I need you most?" Is it about illness, about survival? There seems to be something there, something that the music in its art wishes to convey.
It asks several questions such as, are we bodies, or just spirits--ghosts? When we live 'in the ordinary world,' do we aspire to separate from our body, this 'bio-container'? It talks of passion, suffering, greed and holy war; it's some pretty intense stuff. It concludes with the final refrain that 'everyone is in my world.' As I ponder this tune for the past month or so, I came upon the prophet Amos. Surprisingly he says some of the same or similar things:
They lie on ivory beds,
Lolling on their couches,
Feasting on lambs from the flock
And on calves from the stalls.
They hum snatches of song to the tune of the lute--
They account themselves musicians like David. Amos Chapter 6:
Pride said Saint Thomas Aquinas, indicates a contempt for the Creator, the Lord, God of Hosts. In fact every transgression may boil down to just this one thing, pride. Pride being self absorbed is self limiting; it consumes itself until nothing is left. And yet we also learn paradoxically in the Beatitudes that the blessed 'are the poor in spirit, for the kingdom heaven is theirs.'