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 2017.

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 into them today while cleaning 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.

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"

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

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

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)

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

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"

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.

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.

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

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 

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

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

december songs 12

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 12 is "save yourself," by sharon van etten. she has lots of other songs with artsy videos (like this one with tarot cards!), but this being one of my favorite songs, i choose a performance. i saw her live at the jefferson a couple of years ago and she has a tremendous vocal range and such bittersweet power.

I want every town, I need you to know
There's nothing left to sell me, I'm broke

I just want these holes for when I try to run
For no reason, or so I'm told

Don't you think I know you're only trying to save yourself
Don't you think I know you're only trying to save yourself
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ancient in one long, incidental month
You had a bad day, I want home

You still make me smile, as much as I am reeling
It has been a while, please don't make me show I'm not your gal

Don't you think I know you're only trying to save yourself
Don't you think I know you're only trying to save yourself
Just like everyone else
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Try and make me feel like I'm your number one
Every other one, well, shit, get real

Know you're balding still, you're older than you feel
Think a little harder, a little modest and humble be
I won't wait around

Don't you think I know you're only trying to save yourself
Don't you think I know you're only trying to save yourself
Just like everyone else
You're just like everyone else
You're just like everyone else
You're just like everyone else

decmber songs 11

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 11 is "eye on the dollar," by citay, from their terrific album "dream get together." sometimes i think i could listen to citay on an endless loop. they are multi layered and so mesmerizing.

december songs 10

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...  

tonight dan and i went out to see some music, and while i wasn't feeling up to it at first, i rose to the occasion, and it was very worthwhile indeed. we saw the jolly llamas, who apparently haven't played together in that formation for about 25 years. we saw a little bit of joe lawlor and friends. and we saw the cows who did a fantastic version of armagideon time, a song by willi williams, and brought to fame through a rendition by the clash. and so i bring you december song 10. 

Stay around don't play around
This old town and all
Seems like I got to travel on

A lot of people won't get no supper tonight
A lot of people won't get no justice tonight
The battle is gettin' hotter
In this iration, Armagideon time

A lot of people runnin' and a hiding tonight
A lot of people won't get no justice tonight
Remember to kick it over
No one will guide you - Armagideon time..

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

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.