Stop my Mind from Wandering. It means what you make of it.

Do y’all ever wonder if you’re wrong or right? Or maybe if your right where you belong? Do ever get the lyrics to a song wrong? Yes you do. Admit it.

The classic is Iron Butterfly’s Ina-Gadda-Da-Vida. It is 17 minutes long in its original form and is the entire second side of the album by the same name. It went on to be the first album to receive Platinum status. What do you think it says? In A Garden of Eden? In The Garden of Eden? In A Garden of Evil?

 

I’m not here to talk about Iron Butterfly or misunderstood lyrics. Instead, today I want to talk about lyrics and what they mean to the listener. One of my favorite songs is about a leaking manhole and crazy fans. Doesn’t sound like a very good reason to like a song, does it? And especially not a good reason to be reading an article.

 

For me the song takes on another meaning entirely. The song was recorded by the Beatles in 1967, written by Paul McCartney. It appears on the album Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. An album with many reasons to be written about and one of which I will delve into one day for y’all.

Today I wish to talk about the song Fixing A Hole. Yes the song was supposedly about a leaky manhole that served as a metaphor of life and the people mentioned are the fans that would hang around outside McCartney’s home.

 

As with many things in life what the creator intends is not what actually turns out to be for those who partake. I don’t normally go through the lyrics but I thought I would this time and show you what they mean to me and how they pertain to my life.

 

Along the way perhaps you will find they have meaning for you as well.

 

“Fixing A Hole”

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go

I suffered a fall in my home where I hit my head in three different places. The concussion was a Grade 3 level Concussion. The result was retrograde amnesia, short term amnesia, 24/7 Migraines, Sound Sensitivity, and Light Sensitivity. This first verse to me brings to mind the holes in my memory and thus my life.

I’m filling the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go

I try to fill in the memories that have gone wandering but they still slip through the door each day for the most part.

And it really doesn’t matter if
I’m wrong I’m right
Where I belong I’m right
Where I belong

These lyrics sum up how I tend to look at my life regarding memory and future. Even if I am wrong about my memories I am right where I belong in the memories I am creating.

See the people standing there
Who disagree and never win
And wonder why they don’t get in my door

There are people, including family that don’t understand and even have made fun of what has happened to me. They wonder why I don’t really care to speak to them or let bother with their messages.

I’m painting my room in the colourful way
And when my mind is wandering
There I will go
Ooh ooh ooh ah ah
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I spend most of my time in one room, my bedroom, creating a world of my own. Through my attempts at novels, which I now know are not that great in the technicalities, and through my blog. That’s where I go.

And it really doesn’t matter if
I’m wrong I’m right
Where I belong I’m right
Where I belong

I believe we’ve been here before, right? Right here before, right? Or am I wrong?

Silly people run around
They worry me and never ask me
Why they don’t get past my door

Again not only my family but also a great many people including doctors don’t seem to ask the things they need to. They need to get past my door by asking the right questions because I don’t know the answers to give without the questions.

I’m taking the time for a number of things
That weren’t important yesterday
And I still go
Ooh ooh ooh ah ah

Before my accident things were all about so many other things that were not important. Now life and love is important. Simple things are important as well. The want of THINGS makes for a complicated life.

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
Stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go oh
Where it will go oh

The fixing I am doing is creating new memories. The old ones are important but once something is out of that hole you can’t get it back in. Once the rain has slipped through it is soaked into the ground and that’s it. Instead I make memories through emotional feelings because visual and physical memories aren’t as lasting. That is why I try to talk to all of those who comment as much as I can here in my blog. That talking has been slipping but I am trying.

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go (fade out)

Ditto to the above. And as for the fade out. As the music fades at the end so do I at the end of the day and at the end of seconds. I will be talking one moment, and the next I will be useless, exhausted for no reason due to my illness.

 

Don’t get me wrong. None of my explanations is meant for sympathy or pity. I just wanted to show you how a simple song that I have had for years took on a meaning over 40 years after it was written about manholes and fans. It doesn’t matter what it meant, it matters what it means.

Enjoy the song now and,

Much Respect

Ronovan

 

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14 thoughts on “Stop my Mind from Wandering. It means what you make of it.

  1. This has always been a favorite of mine. (Okay, I like all of the Beatles music- some songs more than others.) You bring up a great point- about lyrics meaning something different than maybe what the songwriter intended. Although the hole that I am fixing is different than yours, a lot of your meaning behind the lyrics is consistent with my own- the people not getting in the door, people standing there, creating my room. I think this is one of those underestimated Beatles songs because the lyrics are so incredibly simple, yet hold so much meaning! Thanks for this post! You can’t go wrong with the Beatles and the meaning behind the lyrics with me! 🙂

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    • Thank you. Music was a huge part of my life before my accident. Now not being able to listen to it, I find as I read the lyrics, the poetry, and the storytelling of the words, there is more there than a beat. There are reasons we connect to a song, sometimes we just don’t know the why for a little while.

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  2. Thank you for the post. I believe that we are all fixing those holes. Sorry (no pity:)) you had to go through what you did, but I believe that we all have to go through all of the trials of life to become the person that we are going to become.
    Reading your writing is truly an inspiration and I have always loved lyrics. Agreed that there is a lot of poetry being missed by not knowing the words to the songs we love.

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