Friday, December 09, 2016

december songs 9

because it all blows so much these days. and because there is just the worst possible news around every corner, i need to find something that speaks to my heart. something cathartic. and i think it's music. better yet, music with a visual component.  

i am making it a goal this december to find a video a day that just says it. maybe it is bitter, hopeful, tragic, or celebratory. maybe it inspires. i do hope that some of you may also find it cathartic. let me know... 

this is the original december songs post, if you want more back story.  

december song 9 is by ween, and it is called transdermal celebration. this is must see animation by disney animator, adam phillips. perfect post-apocalyptia. i like all kinds of music, be it folky, psychedelic, ethnic, ethereal. but i also like to rock. i love ween because they are capable of doing so very many things. and they rock. lyrics follow. 




Transdermal celebration
Caused a slight mutation
In the rift
It toppled down a nation
And left the people running for the hills
But the mutants that I see
Shine their beauty unto me
I wish you could see them

Tectonic tribulation
Formed a crust of green beyond the reef
Waves fell in formation
Cause the plants to bend with spiked leaves
I'm growing with the land
Time has taken my hands and let me touch them

Hey, hey
A billion miles to Mark A
Lay on the lawn, he's already home
When the morning ray hits his face

Transdermal celebration
Jets flew in formation
I could see them
Dropping their crustaceans
Leaving trails of flames in their wake
But where is the mutation
That once told me it was safe, I can't find him

Thursday, December 08, 2016

december songs 8

i am making it a goal this december to find a video a day that just says it. maybe it is bitter, hopeful, tragic, or celebratory. maybe it inspires. i do hope that some of you may also find it cathartic. let me know...

i've shared this video before, possibly on my blog, and certainly on social media. but here it is again, lurker, by steve gunn, is december song 8. he is probably my favorite musician of 2016. and 2015 too. i love his poetry, the meandering quality of his guitar. his voice. his guitar mastery grows in each song. i saw him perform at the southern just a few months ago, and it was sweeeeet. also, the extended version of this very song is so worth it. 

december songs 7

i am making it a goal this december to find a video a day that just says it. maybe it is bitter, hopeful, tragic, or celebratory. maybe it inspires. i do hope that some of you may also find it cathartic. let me know...

december song 7 is river by joni mitchell, set to snoopy skating, becauze 'tis the season! lyrics follow.



It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on

But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I made my baby cry

He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
I wish I had a river I could skate away on

Oh, I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye

It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river I could skate away on

Tuesday, December 06, 2016

december songs 6

i am making it a goal this december to find a video a day that just says it. maybe it is bitter, hopeful, tragic, or celebratory. maybe it inspires. i do hope that some of you may also find it cathartic. let me know...
 
december song 6 is heard somebody say by devendra banhart. again, hard to narrow it down to one song by a favorite musician of mine. the simple message in this song really struck me the first time i heard it. plus the video is groovy. fun fact, dv and i share a tattoo. i saw him perform in dc in 2007 and i wrote a gushing review here. lyrics follow.



I heard somebody say
That the war ended today
But everyone knows it's goin' still
Our motherlands and motherseas
Here's what we believe
It's simple
We don't want to kill
I heard somebody say
That the war ended today
But everyone knows its goin' still
Our motherlands and motherseas
Here's what we believe
It's simple
We don't want to kill
Oh, it's simple
We don't want to kill
Oh, it's simple
We don't want to kill
Oh, it's simple

Monday, December 05, 2016

december songs 5

i am making it a goal this december to find a video a day that just says it. maybe it is bitter, hopeful, tragic, or celebratory. maybe it inspires. i do hope that some of you may also find it cathartic. let me know...

december song 5 is wizard flurry home by mariee sioux. thinking about standing rock and hoping the good news sticks! lyrics follow.
 


dance, dance, snow
flur, flurry home
and dance, dance, snow
flur, flurry home

oh, wizard, weave gold
wave, wave, wave your title
wizard, pound your
mor, mor, mortar pestle
wizard, weave gold
wave, wave, wave your title
wizard, pound your
mor, mor, mortar pestle
oh, mortar pestle and
dance, dance in snow
and flur, flurry home

and winter, love holds
crown, crown, crown your brothers
winter, love snows
crown, crown, crown your mountains
winter, love holds
crown, crown, crown your mothers
winter, love snows
crown, crown, crown your mountains
and dance, dance in snow
and flur, flurry home
oh, flur, flurry home

and cocoon, bedspoon
i beg, i beg, i beg your pardon
cocoon, bedspoon
i beg, i beg, i beg your pardon
cocoon, monsoon
break, break, breaks the roof in
cocoon, monsoon
it break, break, breaks my heart in two
in two, two, in two
and it was two, oh, oh, five
and so new, new, so new
it was so new, new, new
new, new, so new

and brown, brown
oh, brown knees, white bees'
hum, hum, hum are missing
brown knees, white bees'
hum, hum, hum are missing
could you p-lease
turn, turn, turn to honey
could you p-lease
turn, turn, turn to morning
could you p-lease
turn, turn, turn tomorrow and
turn our dance into ice
oh, freeze our dance under lakes
and turn our dance into ice
oh, freeze our dance under lakes and
freeze our dance into snow-oh-angel pillows
freeze our dance into snow-oh-angel pillows
freezing our dance
into snow angel pillows

Sunday, December 04, 2016

december songs 4

i am making it a goal this december to find a video a day that just says it. maybe it is bitter, hopeful, tragic, or celebratory. maybe it inspires. i do hope that some of you may also find it cathartic. let me know...

december song 4 is by laura marling, and it is actually four songs in a short film called, when brave bird saved. i first heard her on the radio several years ago when once i was an eagle released, the album that these songs are from. her sensual voice struck me. and she was around 23 when she released that album, such a wise soul with a mature voice. lyrics follow.

Saturday, December 03, 2016

december songs 3

i am making it a goal this december to find a video a day that just says it. maybe it is bitter, hopeful, tragic, or celebratory. maybe it inspires. i do hope that some of you may also find it cathartic. let me know...

december song 3 is by burning spear, and it is called walk. i saw burning spear here in charlottesville back in the day when star hill brewery was across from the train station. it was a profound experience, seeing this legendary man in such a tiny venue. i loved his moves and his voice and his energy. lyrics follow.
 



Walk
Walk
Walk
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk
Walk the ARABIAN walk
Walk
Walk the AFRICAN walk
Walk
Walk the AMERICAN walk
Walk
Walk the BRAZIL walk
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk
Let's keep on moving
Let's keep on moving
Let's keep on moving
Let's keep on moving
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
Walk
AUSTRALIAN walk
Walk
NEW ZEALAND walk
Walk
NEW CALEDONIA walk
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk
Let's keep on moving
Let's keep on moving
Let's keep on moving
Let's keep on moving
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk
Walk CANADIAN walk
Walk
Walk the ENGLISH walk
Walk
Walk the GERMAN walk
Walk
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk
Let's keep on moving
Let's keep on moving
Let's keep on moving
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk
Walk the SWITZERLAND walk
Walk
Walk the FRENCHMANS walk
Walk
Walk the ITALIAN walk
Walk
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk
Just keep on moving
Just keep on moving
Just keep on moving
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk
Walk
Walk the JAPAN walk
Walk
Walk the CHINESE walk
Walk
You can walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk your COUNTRY walk

Friday, December 02, 2016

december songs 2

i am making it a goal this december to find a video a day that just says it. maybe it is bitter, hopeful, tragic, or celebratory. maybe it inspires. i do hope that some of you may also find it cathartic. let me know...

december song 2 is by sigur ros, and it is called glosoli. it is challenging for me to pick just one sigur ros video, as they are all so artful. this is a favorite song of tristan's. he used to ask me to play elf music in the car, and specifically the song that rocked out. glósóli is it! lyrics follow.



Nú vaknar þú
allt virðist vera breytt
ég gægist út
en er svo ekki neitt

úr-skóna finn svo
á náttfötum hún
í draumi fann svo
ég hékk á koðnun?

með sólinni er hún
og er hún, inni hér

en hvar ert þú....

legg upp í göngu
og tölti götuna
sé ekk(ert) út
og nota stjörnurnar
sit(ur) endalaust hún
og klifrar svo út.

Glósóli-leg hún
komdu út

mig vaknar draum-haf
mitt hjartað, slá
úfið hár.

Sturlun við fjar-óð
sem skyldu-skrá.

og hér ert þú

fannst mér.....

og hér ert þú

Glósóli.....

Translation

Glowing Sun

Now that you’re awake
Everything seems different
I look around
But there’s nothing at all

Put on my shoes,
I then find that
She is still in her pyjamas
Then found in a dream
I’m hung by (an) anticlimax

She is with the sun
And it’s out here

But where are you…
Go on a journey
And roam the streets
Can’t see the way out
And so use the stars
She sits for eternity
And then climbs out
She’s the glowing sun
So come out I awake from a nightmare
My heart is beating
Out of control…

I’ve become so used to this craziness
That it’s now compulsory
And here you are…
I’m feeling…
And here you are, Glowing sun…
And here you are, Glowing sun…
And here you are, Glowing sun…
And here you are…

Thursday, December 01, 2016

december songs 1

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this week just blows. do you not agree? seriously, on so many fronts—personal, political, and just incidental, it's a week of crap.

i am however, a grateful person. perhaps i haven't always been, but as i grow, so does my gratitude. i try to let the light lead me. i do try. beauty is everywhere. emotion, even difficult, is preferable to numbness. and life. the life cycle. serendipity. coincidence. trials. fate. it is an amazing mystery.

december has arrived and midwinter approaches. the promise of new life lies ahead while all around is the crush of dead leaves. samsara. the rule of three. consequences. karma. 

the spindle thin trees dance while a sunset lifts its sexy blanket. night is clear as cut glass full of glimmer.

i wasn't going to write this long intro, but this evening i stepped under a magic sky with the dog skye, and was moved.

we both wanted to bask in it, the every star that is somehow showing. venus, so big and bright and tantalizing, and the orange moon, a tea cup, a hint of its whole round self dipping in, like a lit up ginger snap.

filaments of starlight have the power to pull at your deep seas. i felt a lot of feels under that sky. in just five minutes one can drown and emerge with glowing hair. all this to say that, when life blows, there is always the sky, especially tonight's sky. it is so very hard to believe that such cruelty could exist under such spectacular beacons. 

but what i really came here to say is that because it all blows so much these days. and because there is just the worst possible news around every corner, i need to find something that speaks to my heart. something cathartic. and i think it's music. better yet, music with a visual component. 

i am making it a goal this december to find a video a day that just says it. maybe it is bitter, hopeful, tragic, or celebratory. maybe it inspires. i do hope that some of you may also find it cathartic. let me know... (oh, and no way will each entry have a long intro!)

the first december song is by mutual benefit, and it is called getting gone. lyrics follow.




Out from the sleeping bag
Another day to be had
And it almost feels like new
But I was dreaming of you

And now we're back on the road
Another season of shows
Until every thought is gone
And we're just rolling along

And I forgot how to feel
Every sight is surreal
If there's one thing that I know
It's that all good times go
And the hard times too

And the life that we had
Is the dream of my youth
It was too good to be true
And the highway stretches on
I just want to get gone

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Open Season

I feel paralyzed. . .

By the labeling of protesters as the hatred they speak against. The catch-22 of it.

By a call to dialogue with the Trump voters, when dialogue has been impossible from the start. Nobody’s stand has changed! 

By all the nasty turns and dirty lies and violent repercussions coming now relentlessly from the Trump/Pence camp.

I feel paralyzed learning that those I believed would put humanity first, DIDN’T.

And paralyzed by the idea that, had Hillary won, we would be facing an armed insurrection. That the hate crimes would be even worse, because the racist backlash angered by eight years of Obama, would be further emboldened by an ancient misogyny. What would the protests be like if it wasn't the liberals protesting?

I’m paralyzed by smugness. From Republicans who voted for Trump simply to remain loyal to their party, now feeling victorious. From those who voted for Bernie like I did in the primaries, who chose casting blame on the DNC over casting an emergency vote for Hillary. From those who were conned and will never, ever admit it. 

I feel paralyzed. . .

By all the faults of all the parties and all the hypothesizing. 

By a system that I’ve never fully trusted.

By my habit of turning to social media hoping to find empowerment or community or action, and instead, feeling paralyzed. 

By my concern for my daughter, a college freshman, who, the day after the election, was called a pussy by a group of men in a passing car. By my concern for my seven year old son, who must never accept Trump's example as an acceptable male standard.

I feel paralyzed by concern for those who are being targeted. And I feel paralyzed knowing that we are all targets. It's open season.

I feel paralyzed. But I know that I mustn’t be.  

I know that it’s time to design my plan of action, to do the work of upholding what is at risk, to watch and defend and report. These things have been important all along, but this feels like last call. 

While I am jolted by fear, I know too that fear is what played into the (small) hands of Trump. 

It’s time to lift our great bright light shield against the doom, to be victorious in other races aside from the presidential race, and to gather the love. 

Because a great wall of love is what the haters will come up against. 

And no one builds a better wall of love than us.