Music Appreciation: Walk Off The Earth

Home We’ll Go by Walk off the Earth


Domestic, and in Love

Your puppy woke us up that morning,

tucking her cold nose between our bodies and tickling us with her whiskers.

You pulled me under your arm and gently kissed me awake, 

threw the blankets off us both

and stood up.

I watched you from my curled up position, 

marveling at your magnificence,

and counting myself the luckiest to see you

with sunlight streaming in.

It was so very domestic

to see you dress,

and play with the puppy,

and dance around each other making breakfast,

and sip coffee while reading the news,

and absentmindely brush your hair behind your ear. 

In that moment,

I forgot.

I forgot that it wasn’t our house

that I had exams and studying to finish

that it wasn’t always like this

that this wasn’t how life had always been.

I forgot everything

but you.

And remembered that life could be like that

if we made it so.

I gazed at you with the puppy at our feet,

and my heart lept with delight

in knowing it belongs to you. 

Back to Which Future?

It’s funny how time works. What was once the prediction of the future now becomes the droll fantasies of the past. From today onward, the entire Back to the Future trilogy takes place entirely in the past. In a spur-of-the-moment decision a bunch of my friends and I went to the screening of Back to the Future II, where they travel to 21 October 2015. It’s amusing to see all of the different conjectures for the future the filmmakers held back then. Much of the time it was obvious that they were basing their ideas on what they saw at that time, such as the widespread use of the fax machine or the beginning of the technology revolution. Now that we’re in 2015, it’s easy to see that the fax machine went out of fashion rather quickly, and the fashion trends right now are nothing like what the film anticipated. I also feel like the people who created this film had a much brighter outlook on the future than we have now. It’s as much of the contemporary novels about the future are all doom and gloom and worst case scenarios. The books and films created and produced each generation certainly reflect the outlook of that particular era. I wonder if, thirty years from now, people will watch our films and read our books, and scoff at how we perceived the coming decades. Will our projections hit the mark, or fall far off the map? Only time will tell.