Fame Is So Fickle

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: A SONG THAT INCLUDES SOMEBODY FAMOUS IN IT

Fame, famous people…if you could see my facial expression when I think of those words, you would not need read any words expressing my distaste for the whole fame thing. I just do not like the inflated disproportionate attention, exaltation and glory given to humans for what is often diddlysquat in the grand scheme of things. And when someone who has been given that “limelight” behaves like an eeeed-yat, I have very little sympathy for them.

Why do people seek fame? Search me! I guess they may feel it will open up opportunities to lead a more exciting life, perhaps to escape a perceived monotony, whilst treading the proverbial hamster wheel, working to “make ends meet”. From my own experience and that of my more well known friends (famous if you like), fame is not much fun at all.

Anyway…I digress. It is SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY! And my choice today features a voice-over by a famous politician. Yeah. Anyway, if you have never heard of him, that is because fame is so fickle. Ken Livingstone was the politician (I don’t have anything else to tell you about him I am afraid), and the band was Blur. The song “Ernold Same” is I suppose about the perceived monotony of his life.

Anyway…life should not be monotonous. If you are trapped in an Ernold Same life…take some time out to observe creation. The commercial system is monotonous and demanding to be sure, but this planet and it’s incredible creatures are exquisite and enthralling. Take time to connect with what will remain forever. Breathe in life, joy and purpose – it will help you endure the temporary state of things.

Ernold same awoke from the same dream in the same bed at the same time
Looked in the same mirror made the same frown
And felt the same way as he did every day
Then Ernold same caught the same train at the same station
Sat in the same seat with the same nasty stain next to same old what’s his name
On his way to the same place to do the same thing again and again and again
Poor old Ernold same

Oh Ernold same, his world stays the same
Today will always be tomorrow
Poor Ernold same, he’s getting that feeling once again
Nothing will change tomorrow