Heather Maloney's "Dirt and Stardust"

A central theme of Rome, and a central theme of what I hope to write about is about permanence and death in architecture or, more specifically, preservation's problem with death.

This song popped into my mind.  It is by Heather Maloney, a rising folk/pop star I heard at my friend Joel Feldman's 50th birthday party.  An embrace of transience....

http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107859462162/

I don't want these walls
To wall me in forever.
Gonna wanna make my home unfenced and land.
We can buy our lot.
We can mark our spot.
But we're travelers whether we like it or not.
So please make my castle make out of sand
Ohhh please make my castle out of sand.

I don't want light
that lights forever.
I don't want fire that stays stable
And the wick is lit, it burns a bit
And then it goes out at the end of it
So please don't hang a bulb above my table.
Oohhhh please don't hang a bulb above my table.

Cause
I am made of
All the same stuff
That makes the seasons what they are
I am made of
Dirt and stardust
My daddy's dreams
My mother's heart
Ohhh
ohhh yeah yeah yeah
Don't want a promise
That outlives the promiser
and my body will not last longer than a metal band
and this tender expanse that's called romance
and like anything great it's riddled with chance
so, please don't put a diamond on my hand.
Ohh please don't put a diamond on my hand.
Hand, cause

I am made of
All the same stuff
That makes the seasons what they are
I am made of
Dirt and stardust
My daddy's dreams
My mother's heart.
Oh my mother's heart
Yeah
Ahhhh Ohhhhh
Ahhhh Ohhhh Ohhhh
I don't want want blooms that bloom forever.
I don't want colors that don't
fade away.
and pedals open to the sun
and then they wilt when they're all done
so please don't put silk flowers on my grave
oh please don't put silk flowers on my grave
grave