Thursday, February 09, 2017

Eulogy for my Mother, Tatiana Efthyvoulou, 1931-2017



When my mother was first diagnosed with leukemia she was told she had two weeks to live. Almost two years later we have walked a troubled path, death hiding behind every rock and tree, challenging our time together. Many of you have heard about the struggles of supporting my mom in the last couple of years, but here I want to focus on the positive.


As you can see from the photos in this slide show, my mother had a beautiful smile and was generous with her laughter. When I was a young child she was my Goddess—a strong, striking, independent, and hard-working woman, who was quiet and mysterious. She was a scuba diver, a sport that struck terror in me, but that I admired. I will always see my mother emerging from the sea, sun glinting off her wet skin, or sitting on the shore in a floppy sunhat, her gaze on the distant horizon. My mother was a romantic and a dreamer.





While my childhood was not always easy, I attribute so much of who I am today to my mom. Seeds of naturalism she planted continue to grow in me—a connection to the countryside, to lawns gone wild, to creek stomping and hill climbing and sunset views, and my great love of the vast sea. My mother was committed to feeding the birds, and loved to watch them from her Crozet window, competing with the squirrels.

 These two photos are of me, in Cyprus

A popular travel consultant, my mother engendered in me a passion for travel. She took me to Jamaica, St. Martin, the Bahamas, Mexico, England, Spain, Italy, Malta, Tunisia, Egypt, and Greece. These trips were sometimes difficult for a child—there were destitute beggars in the slums of Cairo pulling at us, gypsies with hungry babies in Madrid calling to us, andmy mother’s whereabouts unknown to meI was left with a babysitter that didn’t speak my language in Tunis. But through this exposure I learned about compassion and diversity and resilience. I will never forget the time we went on diving tour of the Caribbean Islands. My mother and the rest of the group were deep in dark, turbulent water, and I was on the deck of the swaying yacht with the cook, both of us queasy. At some point I asked her why our skins were different color. She replied in a thick accent, “Because child, God cooked me longer than you.” We are all the same inside, regardless of color, and we deserve equal respect and opportunities. Living in a very white small town, I might not have learned this lesson so early on if my mother hadn’t taken me on these trips.

With my mother & her stepmother, Marcell, in Egypt

Another great gift my mother gave me was my birthplace: Cyprus. And while it set me apart from my peers when she moved me to a small rural Pennsylvania town when I was four, the lonely life I shared with my mother fostered imagination, resourcefulness, independence, and a broad world view.

My Papou and I in Cyprus

My mother had a big heart. Love lead her down many roads, and sometimes the turns she took, did not lead her or I or my brothers to bright shores. While she suffered from several failed relationships, her children were most important to her, becoming more and more so as she aged. She made many sacrifices for us in her later life, wanting to make up for ways she thought she fell short when we were younger.  There is not a shadow of a doubt that my mother loved my brothers and I deeply.  

Tatiana Efthyvoulou, born in 1931 in Nicosia, Cyprus, was an ardent supporter of peace and women’s rights, picketing and protesting on many occasions. Much to the other tenants’ dismay, she regularly fed a homeless woman who slept in the entry foyer of her apartment building in Buffalo. In her last year of life, conversation was almost always dominated by her great worry that Donald Trump would become president. I often minimized her concerns, refusing to believe it was possible. The day Trump was inaugurated my mother stopped eating and getting out of bed. I was traveling to DC for the Women’s March, something she urged me to attend. I wore a sash, at the time not even realizing that the phrase I had etched across it—Love Your Mother—was driven by a very personal significance. 

 At the Women's March in DC 

My mother made amazing food: Baklava, Mousaka, Pastitsio, Youvralakia, Souvlaki, and brownies my brother James would eat an entire tray of. She adored picnics and cook-outs.  She was also an astonishing knitter, making amazing garments for her children, her in-laws, her grandchildren. A detailed double sided shawl was her last great work. She took flight, and gave me wings in the process. 


While my mother and I had a troubled relationship at times, we shared so much, just the two of us, on the road, or quietly sitting in her warm apartments, attending to our individual pursuits. We had a relationship of little words, and when there were words, they were often argumentative ones. We are built of the same stubborn blood, after all, and both carried a great deal of unresolved pain. But in the end, when her anxieties quieted and she lay in her hospice bed awaiting the angel of death, the only thing left between us was pure love. In my sadness is an unconditional love that I know will heal all the hurts.
 
 
 Light reflecting on the wall above her bed in hospice 

I am relieved she is free of her suffering, reunited with her own beloved parents and siblings, looking down upon us as she promised to do. Without the pain, or the fear, her stunning smile is stretching across the heavens, and embracing us in her generous, undying, maternal love. 

Above: Me, my brother James, and my brother Howard
Below: My mother and I with my Papou looking on 
 

Below are a few shots from my mother's wake, funeral, and makaria for far away family who could not attend. 
Memorial gifts can be made to Hospice of the Piedmont and St. Nicholas Orthodox Church.

 
 
 
 
 

Memory Eternal

Saturday, December 31, 2016

december songs 31

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 can't get through 31 days of december songs without mention of neil young. so december songs 31 is a recent piece by him, indian givers, in protest of the dakota pipeline. neil young is the master of protest songs, especially important in the coming days of our new administration. may we all continue to defend what is good, sacred, and vulnerable in 20



There's a battle raging on the sacred land
Our brothers and sisters had to take a stand
Against us now for what we all been doin'
On the sacred land there's a battle brewin'

I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news

Now it's been about 500 years

We keep taking what we gave away
Just like what we call Indian givers
It makes you sick and gives you shivers

I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news

Big money going backwards and ripping the soil

Where graves are scattered and blood was boiled
When all who look can see the truth
But they just move on and keep their groove

I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news

Saw Happy locked to the big machine

They had to cut him loose and you know what that means
That's when Happy went to jail
Behind big money justice always fails

I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news

Bring back the days when good was good

Lose these imposters in our neighborhood
Across our farms and through our waters
All at the cost of our sons and squaw daughters
Yeah our brave sons and daughters

We're all here together fighting poison waters
Standing against the evil way
That's what we have at the end of day

I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news
I wish somebody would share the news

december songs 30

december songs 30 is the valtari mystery film experiment—16 short films based on songs from the sigur ros album valtari. i haven't watched them all, because who has that kind of time, but i ran them today while cleaning the leaving the living room and every time i looked up i saw something beautiful or bizarre. and i am always in for hearing some sigur ros.
 
go here to see the list of the 16 videos. or start with the one below and move through them all. enjoy!


Leaning Towards Solace from Sigur Rós Valtari Mystery Films on Vimeo.

Friday, December 30, 2016

december songs 29

december songs 29 is song to the siren, written by tim buckley

the first time i heard it was through elizabeth fraser's voice. 

deepest beauty at the core of a rent heart.


 


Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you

Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow"

I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing, "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you:
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you"

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

december songs 28

december songs 28 is david bowie. not just one david bowie song, but several. where do i even stop. here is a grab bag of favorites. with some friends.

















december songs 27

december songs 27 is "pretty pimpin," by kurt vile.



I woke up this mornin'
Didn't recognize the man in the mirror
Then I laughed, and I said, "Oh silly me, that's just me."
Then I proceeded to brush some stranger's teeth
But they were my teeth, and I was weightless
Just quiverin' like some leaf come in the window of a restroom
I couldn't tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
But it was a Monday, no a Tuesday, no Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around, and I said,
"Who's this stupid clown blockin' the bathroom sink?"

All he ever wanted was to be someone in life that was just like
All I want is to just have fun
Live my life like a son of a gun
I could be one thousand miles away but still mean what I say
Then I woke up one mornin'
Didn't recognize the man in the mirror
Then I laughed, and I said, "Oh silly me, that's just me."
Then I proceeded to not comb some stranger's hair
Never was my style
But I couldn't tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
'Cause it was a Monday, no a Tuesday, no Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around and I said,

"Who's this stupid clown blockin' the bathroom sink?"
But he was sportin' all my clothes

I gotta say pretty pimpin'

All he ever wanted was to be a man
But he was always a little too cute to be admitted under marbles lost
He was always a thousand miles away while still standin' in front of your face
Then he woke up this mornin'
Didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
Then laughed and said, "Oh silly me, that's just me."
Then I proceeded to brush some stranger's teeth
But they were my teeth, and I was weightless
Just quiverin' like some leaf come in the window of a restroom
And I couldn't tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
'Cause it was a Monday, no a Tuesday, no Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around, and I said,
"Who's this stupid clown blockin' the bathroom sink?"
But he was sportin' all my clothes
I gotta say pretty pimpin'

I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this mornin', didn't recognize the boy in the mirror

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

december songs 26

i heard this on the radio the other day, a pretty awesome cover of a nirvana song. december songs 26 is "in bloom," by sturgill simpson, with a bizarro video. Apparently simpson added a new lyric to the song, after each "don't know what it means," he adds his own "to love someone."



Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He’s the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
Don't know what it means to love someone
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
He’s the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
Don't know what it means to love someone
He’s the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
He don't know what it means, no, to love someone
He likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don't know what it means
Don't know what it means to love someone
Love someone, no

Sunday, December 25, 2016

december songs 25

this is my personal song of the year. i came upon the video a few days after the election and everything about it spoke to my heart, mind, and gut. it made me sob. 

i love the earthiness and rhythm of the song itself, and the video says so much about the beauty of diversity in our united states.

when it comes down to basic needs, we all want the same things. we may dance differently, but we all dance on the same stage. the choreography of life in america is made amazing by its ability to bring so many different forces together.

december song 25 is "man on fire," by edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros. 



I’m a man on fire
Walking through your street
With one guitar
And two dancing feet
Only one desire
That’s left in me
I want the whole damn world
To come dance with me

I’m a hunter at bay
Come set you free
Over heartache and shame

I wanna see our bodies burning like the old big sun
I wanna know what we’ve been learning and learning from

Everybody want safety (safety love)
Everybody want comfort (comfort love)
Everybody want certain (certain love)
Everybody but me

I’m a man on fire
Walking down your street
With one guitar
And two dancing feet
Only one desire
That’s left in me
I want the whole damn world
To come and dance with me

Yay, yay, come dance with me
Over heartache and rage
Come set us free
Over panic and strange

I wanna see our bodies burning like the old big sun
I wanna know what we’ve been learning and learning from

Everybody want romance (romance love)
Everybody want safety (safety love)
Everybody want comfort (comfort love)
Everybody but me

I’m a man on fire (he’s a man on fire)
Walking down your street (walking down your street)
With one guitar (With one guitar)
And two dancing feet (two dancing feet)
Only one desire (one desire)
That’s still in me (that’s left in me)
I want the whole damn world (I want the whole damn world)
To come and dance with me (come and dance with me yeah)

Saturday, December 24, 2016

december songs 24

december songs 24 is "the waves at night," by phosphorescent. no particular reason, it's just so pretty.



Where are we and where do we
And where will we finally
Trade our teeth for rays for wheat
To lay and sleep underneath

O love too eager to cross
O love we meet and you pause
O love too eager to cross
You see what you've lost?

The crazy streets, amazing grief
The taste of sweet offerings
The blazing heat, the naked beasts
Great barrier reefs, all for thee
O love too eager to cross
O love we meet and you pause
O love too eager to cross
You see what you've lost?

The waves at night all brave and bright
The dance hall lights, o all your life
To lay and weep, to trade our teeth
To aim and achieve grace and peace
 


december songs 23 (christmas eve edition)

how about some "jesus fever," for december songs 23, by kurt vile.



I pack my suitcase with myself but I'm already gone
I cringed myself with that atoning hell, but I'm already gone!
I cleanse myself with vitamin health but I'm already gone
I saw it rising on the horizon and I saw it fall.
When but Jesus fever is falling all over you,
Believe
But Jesus fever's fallin' all over
You believers and lovers
In a breath
In a black bowl I found a broken skull now I'm already gone.
You can write my whole life down in a little book when I'm already gone.
I started shaking and my heart breaking, my belly crawls,
But Jesus fever's fallin' all over
You believers and lovers
When I'm a ghost, I see no reason to run,
When I'm already gone!
If it wasn't taped you could escape this song,
But I'm already gone

Thursday, December 22, 2016

december songs 22

december songs 22 is holocene by bon iver. i watched this today with tristan sitting next to me, making it all the sweeter. beautiful video, shot in iceland. and there is even a mention of christmas.



Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me
You're laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it friend, it's on its head, it struck the street
You're in Milwaukee, off your feet
And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Strayed above the highway aisle
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
And I could see for miles, miles, miles
Third and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
Automatic bought the years you'd talk for me
That night you played me 'Lip Parade'
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that's enough for me
And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Huddled far from the highway aisle
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
And I could see for miles, miles, miles
Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
Above my brother, I and tangled spines
We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
Now to know it in my memory
And at once I knew I was not magnificent
High above the highway aisle
Jagged vacance, thick with ice
But I could see for miles, miles, miles
 

december songs 21 (late)

slipping behind here, so there will be two posts today. 

it's pj harvey time. but which of the many very awesome polly jean songs might i choose? how about sheela-na-gig. why? the video has christmas imagery! but also, i'm on call for a birth, and sheela-na-gig is associated with the mother goddess.

so i bring you december songs 21, sheela-na-gig, by pj harvey.



I've been trying to show you over and over
Look at these, my child-bearing hips
Look at these, my ruby red ruby lips
Look at these my work strong arms and
You've got to see my bottle full of charm
I lay it all at your feet
You turn around and say back to me, "he said"
Sheela-na-gig, Sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Sheela-na-gig, Sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time, said he didn't care
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Turn the corner, another one there
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, he said
Sheela-na-gig, Sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Sheela-na-gig, Sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Put money in your idle hole
Put money in your idle hole
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time, said he didn't care
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares
Turn the corner, another one there 
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares
Heard it before, he said
Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Sheela-na-gig, sheela-na-gig
You exhibitionist
Put money in your idle hole
Put money in your idle hole
He said "wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean"
He said "please take those dirty pillows away from me"
He said "wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean"
He said "please take those dirty pillows away from me"
He said "wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean"
He said "please take those dirty pillows away from me"
He said "wash your breasts, I don't want to be unclean"
He said "please take those dirty pillows away from me"

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

december songs 20 (december 21st edition)

i've never heard of this band. maybe you have. the tea party. i did a search for winter solstice rock and this came up. the band is described to play "moroccan roll." gotta love that!

welcome, midwinter. never before has it been more important to harvest the light.


Monday, December 19, 2016

december songs 19

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.. .

 it seems like as good a day as ever for "christmas unicorn," my choice for december songs 19, by sufjan stevens. want four hours worth of sufjan stevens christmas songs? go here


december songs 18

december songs 18 is "a change is gonna come," sung by sam cooke, with some timely video footage (i also love otis redding's version). one way or another, change is upon us.



Sunday, December 18, 2016

december songs 17

december songs 17 is "sugaree" a song by the grateful dead covered by phosphorescent and jenny lewis in the day of the dead music project. i just came upon this by chance, with the intention of posting something by phosphorescent, whom i love! lyrics follow.



When they come to take you down When they bring that wagon 'round
When they come to call on you and drag your poor body down
Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name, my darling Sugaree

Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me

You thought you was the cool fool and never could do no wrong
You had everything sewed up tight. How come you lay awake all night long
Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name, my darling Sugaree

Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me

Well in spite of all you gained you still had to stand out in the pouring rain
One last voice is calling you and I guess it's time you go
Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name, my darling Sugaree

Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me

Well shake it up now Sugaree, I'll meet you at the jubilee
And if that jubilee fall through, maybe I'll meet you on the run
Just one thing I ask of you, just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name, my darling Sugaree

Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it sugaree, just don't tell them that you know me

Friday, December 16, 2016

december songs 16

december songs 16 is baby birch by joanna newsom. just a few moments of listening to joanna newsom shoots me straight to the cosmos. i love her incredibly complex epic poems. her voice is just as much her instrument as her harp, just watch how her mouth forms the words. my family has nicknamed her squeaky and they tease me mercilessly about my taste, but i think she is a magical feminine bad-ass troubairitz who happens to be married to andy samberg. her songs take me elsewhere. 

i could have picked out one of the videos that actually shows her, and indeed she is quite beautiful. but this is one of my very favorite songs and i love the earth footage from the international space station. completely unauthorized usage. heartbreaking lyrics follow.




This is the song for Baby Birch.
I will never know you.
And at the back of what we've done,
there is that knowledge of you.

Well I wish we could take every path.
I could spend a hundred years
adoring you.
Yes, I wish we could take every path,
because you know I hated to close
the door on you.

Do you remember staring,
up at the stars,
so far away in their bulletproof cars?
We heard the rushing, slow intake
of the dark, dark water,
and the engine breaks,
and I said,

How about them engine breaks?
And, if I should die before I wake,
will you keep an eye on Baby Birch?
Because I'd hate to see her
make the same mistakes.

When it was dark,
I called and you came.
When it was dark, I saw shapes.
When I see stars, I feel, in your hand,
and I see stars,
and I reel, again.

Well mercy me. I'll be goddamned.
It's been a long, long time
since I last saw you.
And I have never known the plan.
It's been a long, long time.
How are you?
Your eyes are green. Your hair is gold.
Your hair is black. Your eyes are blue.
I closed the ranks, and I doubled back —
but, you know, I hated to close
the doggone door on you.

We take a walk along the dirty lake.
Hear the goose,
cussing at me over her eggs.
You poor little cousin.
I don't want your dregs
(A little baby fussing over my legs).

There is a blacksmith,
and there is a shepherd,
and there is a butcher-boy,
and there is a barber, who's cutting
and cutting away at my only joy.
I saw a rabbit,
as slick as a knife,
and as pale as a candlestick,
and I had thought it'd be harder to do,
but I caught her, and skinned her quick:
held her there,
kicking and mewling,
upended, unspooling, unsung and blue;
told her "wherever you go,
little runaway bunny,
I will find you."
And then she ran,
as they're liable to do.

Be at peace baby, and be gone.
Be at peace baby, and be gone.

december songs 15

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 songs 15 is "featherstone," by the paper kites. this is really all about the video!



Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
When you go, what you leave is a work of art
On my chest, on my heart

She went out to the hay in the morning grace
She went out and got lost in a tall hedge maze
Where'd you go? Where'd you go? Why'd you leave this place?
On my heart, on my face

And my love is yours but your love's not mine
So I'll go but we know I'll see you down the line
And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find
And I'm feeling fine, we've made it to the coastline

Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh

Past all the signs of the slow decline
Live like your love wasn't meant for mine
Now you've gone, now you've gone to a different life
Til the loneliest side

Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
When you go, what you leave is a work of art
On my chest, on my heart

And my love is yours but your love's not mine
So I'll go, but we know I'll see you down the line
And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find
And oh, I'm feeling fine, we've made it to the coastline

Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh 

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

december songs 14

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 songs 14 is "every morning" by j mascis. the eggs in this video bring a giggle because there is a subliminal ad with an egg that comes on tv after 11:30 at night. i kid you not. has anyone seen it? dan used to talk about it and i thought he was crazy until one night i finally saw it. just a flash of an image of a hand holding a whole egg over a frying pan.  whaaat? corporate egg promotion? your mind (not) on drugs? anyway. . . enjoy!



Set up in the morning running in the afternoon
Stayed out past the morning someone peeled it off too soon

Every morning makes it hard on me
Every morning makes it hard on me
Then I wake to who I'll never be
Then it hits me it's the life I lead

Set up in the morning said I gave away too soon
Wish I had a morning didn't know what else to do

Every morning makes it hard on me piece together what could never be
In the wait I heard you'll never see give it up I can always be

Oh baby won't you see me
Oh baby won't you see me
See me

Every morning makes it hard on me
Every morning makes it hard on me
Then I wake to who I'll never be
And it hits me it's the life I lead



Oh baby won't you see me
Oh baby won't you see me
See me

Ain't nobody know it
Ain't nobody know it
Ain't nobody know it
Ain't nobody know it

Every morning makes it hard on me
Every morning makes it hard on me
Then I wake to who I'll never be
And it hits me it's the life I lead
Every morning makes it hard on me
Every morning makes it hard on me
Try to give you something I can't be
Tried, but you still made it hard on me

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

december songs 13

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... 

patti smith is fresh on my mind after seeing her powerful performance at the nobel prize ceremony, stepping in for bob dylan. so december song 13 is "people have the power." i posted this on social media before the election. so much hope then. so much fight now! patti smith is one of my all time favorites.



I was dreamin' in my dreamin'
Of an aspect bright and fair
And my sleepin' it was broken
But my dream it lingered near
In the form of shinin' valleys
Where the pure air recognized
Oh, and my senses newly opened
And I awakened to the cry
And the people have the power
To redeem the work of fools
From the meek the graces shower
It's decreed the people rule
People have the power
People have the power
People have the power
People have the power
Vengeful aspects became suspect
And bending low as if to hear
Well, and the armies ceased advancin'
Because the people had their ear
And the shepherds [Incomprehensible] the soldiers
And they laid among the stars
Exchanging visions, layin' arms
To waste in the dust
In the form of shinin' valleys
Where the pure air recognized
And my senses newly opened
And I awakened to the cry
People have the power
People have the power
People have the power
People have the power
Where there were deserts, I saw fountains
Like cream the waters rise
And we strolled there together
With none to laugh or criticize
There is no leopard and the lamb
And lay together truly bound
Well I was hopin' in my hopin'
To recall what I had found
Well I was dreamin' in my dreamin'
God knows a pure view
As I lay down into my sleepin'
And I commit my dream with you
People have the power
People have the power
People have the power
People have the power
The power to dream, to rule
To wrestle the earth from fools
But it's decreed the people rule
But it's decreed the people rule
Listen, I believe everythin' we dream
Can come to pass through our union
We can turn the world around
We can turn the earth's revolution
We have the power
People have the power
People have the power
People have the power
The power to dream, to rule
To wrestle the earth from fools
But it's decreed the people rule
But it's decreed the people rule
We have the power
We have the power
People have the power
We have the power