I’m Still Here

Today We got an assignment to comment on the video on the music by Stephen Sondheim – I’m Still Here

I absolutely loved the song and the way it is represented by the teens in the camp. It’s difficult, thought, to capture all the words in the song, that’s why I’ll post the lyrics of the song here below.

Good times and bum times
I’ve seen them all and, my dear
I’m still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer
But I’m here

I’ve stuffed the dailies in my shoes
Strummed ukuleles, sung the blues
Seen all my dreams disappear
But I’m here

I’ve slept in shanties
Guest of the W.P.A
But I’m here
Danced in my scanties
Three bucks a night was the pay
But I’m here

I’ve stood on bread lines with the best
Watched while the headlines did the rest
In the depression, was I depressed?
Nowhere near
I met a big financier and I’m here

I’ve been through Gandhi, Windsor and Wally’s affair
And I’m here
Amos ‘n’ Andy, Mah-jongg and platinum hair
And I’m here
I got through Abie’s Irish Rose, five Dionne babies, Major Bowes
Had heebie-jeebies for Beebe’s Bathysphere
I got through Shirley Temple, and I’m here

I’ve gotten through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover
Gee, that was fun and a half
When you’ve been through Herbert and J. Edgar Hoover
Anything else is a laugh

I’ve been through Reno, I’ve been through Beverly Hills
And I’m here
Reefers and vino, rest cures, religion and pills
And I’m here
Been called a ‘Pinko’, commie tool
Got through it stinko by my pool
I should’ve gone to an acting school
That seems clear
Still someone said, “She’s sincere”
So I’m here

Black sable one day
Next day it goes into hock
But I’m here
Top billing Monday
Tuesday, you’re touring in stock
But I’m here
First you’re another sloe-eyed vamp
Then someone’s mother, then you’re camp
Then you career from career to career
I’m almost through my memoirs, and I’m here

I’ve gotten through, “Hey, lady, aren’t you whoozis?
Wow, what a looker you were”
Or better yet, “Sorry, I thought you were whoozis
Whatever happened to her?”

Good times and bum times
I’ve seen ’em all and, my dear
I’m still here
Flush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer
But I’m here

I’ve run the gamut, A to Z
Three cheers and dammit, c’est la vie
I got through all of last year
And I’m here

Here are, probably, my favourite lyrics in this song.

Lord knows, at least I’ve been there
And I’m here
Look who’s here
I’m still here

How much crucial it is to just be there where you’re needed to be. Sometime we go a long way somewhere not even seeing the whole proccess. We continue fighting, continue keep moving, but deep down we would give it up in the heartbeat if only we could dare to. For me personally, this song is about how much important it is to just stay on the line and to Keep not quitting.

*Here I post a link a one favourite blogger  of mine Sarra Bassey, who touched upon the topic of not quitting and she said it so well, I can not help sharing this. *

I think there is a certain beauty in majestic patterns  when Lord combines both good and tragic pages of life into a one, unified puzzle. Changing a dozen of careers, being on and off pills, plush velvet or pretzel and beer, we still stubbornly continue our journey. Looking back, you proudly claim that you’ve been through so much that you actually lived, not just existed.

Coming through yet another perennial fight, collecting all the memories into a one shamy and yet bright colaje, you see that you’re still here.

You define the circumstances, not the circumstances define you.

There is a massive courage  behind every teacher’s “Hi, guys!” on entering the classroom and “Let’s try doing this together again” behind every mother’s attempt to learn a child something. There’s an enormous determination behind every creative team leaders’ response “These were tough times for us but let’s keep trying” and behind every couple’s “We’ve been trying to get pregnant for 2 years, but let’s still keep trying”. 

I’m still here.  



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