One of my favorite hobbies during the Summer and Autumn months is to spend time camping in the shadows of the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virgina. When the stars line up just right and I have no plans for a certain weekend, I throw the tent in my suburban along with some other gear, and hit the road. I was sitting around the campfire one night, next to a babbling brook with pen in hand under lantern light. I always seem to have a phrase or idea rattling around in my otherwise-hollow head. I literally wrote this song, chorus, hooks, and all, in about an hour, as a wise owl was hooting nearby, asking me "Who?" as in, "Who goes there?", like he was keeping guard of that section of the National Forest. Knowing that in English literature, the symbol of the appearance of an owl represents one thing, the death of someone. Well, I played with that a bit in my mind and thought, I don't really want to write myself off, so I gave it the symbol of the death of my current urban lifestyle. So, I thought for a moment of the owl's question of "Who?" and realized, I'm nothing but a city fool, finding every chance I get to visit the forest and leave the city life in my dust. 'Happiness eludes this city fool'.


City Fool


© 2011 J. Andy Delbridge (registered through the U.S. Library of Congress Copyright Office, Jan. 2011)

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I journey to the woods
To escape my urban cage
I heard a call from far away
To reflect on a life gone astray

Under the stars an owl asks “Who?”
I reply “A city fool”
To try to do what is true
I follow an invisible pull
To the Blue Ridge mountain views
Happiness eludes this city fool

These electronic ways
To keep us occupied
It seems a conspiracy
Lets us think that we’re free

I have but simple goals
I don’t care about the Jones’
I prefer simplicity
Not a crazy society

Under the stars an owl asks “Who?”
I reply “A city fool”
To try to do what is true
I follow an invisible pull
To the Blue Ridge mountain views
Happiness eludes this city fool

The owl sees more than I do
Without eyes covered by wool
He can sense under the moon
An end to the life I once knew

Thoreau found his true thrill
Somewhere lies my Walden Pond
A place where time stands still
The pull to rural life is too strong

Under the stars an owl asks “Who?”
I reply “A city fool”
To try to do what is true
I follow an invisible pull
To the Blue Ridge mountain views
Happiness eludes this city fool

I breathe the fresh breath of trees
No concrete or asphalt streets
In this forest I understand
Harmony permeates the land

Happiness may yet consume
This enlightened city fool

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