Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Song for Viola - Peter Bradley Adams





If my soul had a sound...it would be viola.
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Monday, August 29, 2011

What I Cannot Change - LeAnn Rimes




This is one of my favorite songs, though I must admit it's probably the only song of hers I have really taken to. It is touted as one of the few songs of hers that is not slick and over produced. I agree. I posted two versions...the first for audio quality, the second just to perpetuate the impact the song has made...how it connects with people. The website was a great idea but was taken down, presumably because LeAnn was attacked regarding her alleged affair and subsequent divorce. I play it loud. I play most things loud as there a nuances you miss if the volume is low. The viola is so melancholy. The simple piano is a plea for acceptance of what is, and guitar plucks the knowledge that we should change what we can. "It's easier to please the world than it is to please myself."


♫I know what makes me comfortable
I know what makes me tick
And when I need to get my way I know how to pour it on thick
Cream and sugar in my coffee
Right away when I awake
I face the day and pray to God I won't make the same mistakes
Oh the rest is out of my hands

I will learn to let go what I cannot change
I will learn to forgive what I cannot change
I will learn to love what I cannot change
But I will change, I will change
Whatever I, whenever I can

I don't know my Father
Or my Mother well enough
Seems like every time we talk we can't get past the little stuff
The pain is self inflicted
I know it's not good for my health
But it's easier to please the world than it is to please myself
Oh the rest is out of my hands

I will learn to let go what I cannot change
I will learn to forgive what I cannot change
I will learn to love what I cannot change
But I will change, I will change
Whatever I, whenever I can

Right now I can't care about how everyone else will feel
I have enough hurt of my own to heal

I will learn to let go what I cannot change
I will learn to forgive what I cannot change
I will learn to love what I cannot change
But I will change, I will change
Whatever I, whenever I can♫


Thursday, August 25, 2011

The Best is Yet to Come - Hinder





♫My first make-out session
I learned my first lesson
While trying to get to the next base
When i slipped past her waist
She smacked my hand away
Then i got a slap in the face

If i could go back in time
Wouldn't change a damn thing in my life
Love the dumb things we do when we're young

But the best is yet to come

My first drinking lesson
I followed all my friends
Stole liquor went down to the lake
Weed mixed with whiskey
Hell i got so dizzy it was more than my stomach could take

If i could go back in time
Wouldn't change a damn thing in my life
Love the dumb things we do when we're young

But the best is yet to come

Go for it
Run toward it
Dive in head first
Live life with no regret
Put your heart out there
Don't be scared you might get hurt
But it's all worth it in the end

Because the best is yet to come

My last high school lesson
Scared of graduation
Tipped a few back and showed up too late
Well my mom got mad hell my dad he just laughed
And said, son i have done the same thing.

Just go for it
run toward it
dive in head first
live life with no regrets
put your heart out there
don't be scared you might get hurt, but its all worth it in the end.
it'll all work out in the end
because the best is yet to come
the best is yet to come

the best is yet to come.♫


Sunday, August 21, 2011

Ray Charles




‎"I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water." - Ray Charles

This song, melts me...like butter in saute...like cheese in fondue. There is no alternative, no other flame. You can slay me with this song, to the point at which I hate my name...curse my momma. I shoulda been a Georgia.



Saturday, August 20, 2011

Banjo Bits




(Having never been much for this particular instrument, I have a renewed interest. Love the harmonica additions in Outsiders as well.)


♫Shortfalls and little sins
Close calls where no one wins
Stand tall but running thin
I'm wearing thin
Oh, why are we keeping score

Cause if you're not laughing
Who is laughing now
I've been wondering if this starts sinking
Would we stand our ground
After everything we've learned
We've finally come to terms
We are the outsiders

I'm not leaving without a fight
I've got my holsters around my sides
Just cause I'm wrong that don't make you right
It's not right
Oh, what are we fighting for

Cause if you're not laughing
Who is laughing now
I've been wondering if this starts sinking
Would we stand our ground
After everything we've learned
We've finally come to terms
We are the outsiders♫


Thursday, August 18, 2011

TENDER AND YOUR TIRED - THE MANIC STREET PREACHERS





♫You're so fragile tonight
Been up hurting all night
It's not trivial like they think
Yes you're desperate and you're hurt

Thought about it so many times
Too afraid to open your eyes
To see the sadness that's inside
Just sit back in and stop time

You're tender and you're tired
You can't be bothered to decide
Whether you live or die
Or just forget about your life

But it's too late to be real
No time to be strong enough
Just time to leave it all behind
Memory has become pain

Rebuild the void with flowers
Sad eyed destruction build around sand and sea
Yes you can build yourself around
Build yourself around me, yourself around me

You're tender and you're tired
You can't be bothered to decide
Whether you live or die
Or just forget about your life

Never say goodbye
Drift away and die.♫


("The band was originally a quartet: main lyricist and guitarist Richey Edwards vanished on 1 February 1995. In November 2008, thirteen years after his disappearance, he was officially declared presumed deceased.[3]

The Manics released their debut album, Generation Terrorists in 1992. Their combination of androgynous glam punk imagery, outspoken invective and songs about "culture, alienation, boredom and despair" soon gained them a loyal following and cult status. The band's later albums retained a leftist politicisation and intellectual lyrical style, while adopting a broader alternative rock sound. Enigmatic lyricist Richey Edwards gained early notoriety by cutting the words "4REAL" into his arm with a razor blade (narrowly missing an artery and requiring seventeen stitches) in response to the suggestion that the band were less than authentic.[9] The dark nature of 1994's The Holy Bible reflected the culmination of Edwards' instability.")


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Brooklyn Bridge - Lee DeWyze




(Born Leon James DeWyze on April 2, 1986, in Mount Prospect, Illinois, to parents Kathleen and Lee DeWyze, Sr. Lee, Jr. had a difficult time in school, and was kicked out of Prospect High School for fighting. He later attended Forest View Alternative School, but he never graduated. To cope with his feelings of estrangement, DeWyze turned to music, teaching himself guitar and drums. He began performing publicly at the age of 16.)

Lee DeWyze. Who wouldn't be a talent at something with a name like that. It rolls of the tongue. His voice sooths me. *sigh*  Thank God, his album was true. No bubblegum. I was worried. Of course I was.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Mercy - Matt Nathanson




Play it LOUD. REAL LOUD.

"What inspired a concept album about “modern love”?

Matt Nathanson: "I’m a huge fan and believer in the album as a concept – that has an arc like a film. I may be the last one left who believes in the concept of an album as a whole. It all started with this idea of how everything is moving so fast, technologically, and the way that our culture is obsessed with celebrity and obsessed with the surface of things.

It’s a two-fold thing; the subject of the stories in the songs were stories I was telling about people I knew who were in a relationship crises or at a turning point. Everyone I loved was hitting a weird moment at the time that our culture was having its own weird moment. What I saw was that everyone I know was having too much upheaval when our culture wasn’t having enough upheaval.

Our culture has a weird romance with the surface level of everything. So, the album became a weird trip of technology versus heart. That’s how we wanted it to sound, too. The technology would be there, but we would use it to our advantage in order to complement the emotional core and the depth. Then the concepts starting influencing the sonics and the sonics started influencing the concepts."


♫I want a real love
To let me in
I want to zero out
And be born again
No more false starts and no dead ends

Cause I'm no shape
To do what's right
I see up that's down and black that's white
It makes me dizzy I come apart
All this love love love in the dark

Mercy mercy both hands
I need less drowning and more land
Mercy mercy, understand
Less drowning, more land, less drowning

Lay a fire in the crowd
Just to watch you move
Tie your hands and demand a salute
All these gardens full of snakes and fruit

Hear the click click click
And the camera flash
It's in the definite kick up in the fame ball blast
But they don't call and they don't last
And you're gone, outshine

Mercy mercy both hands
I need less drowning and more land
Mercy mercy, understand
Less drowning, more land, less drowning

Come on kill the light
Leave it all behind
I'm right by your, I'm right by your side

Lean on the tick of time
Put your hand in in mine
Watch you, watch you ignite

Mercy mercy both hands
I need less drowning and more land
Mercy mercy, understand
Less drowning, more land,

Mercy mercy, I'm in your hands
I look into your eyes and I see life end
Mercy mercy, understand
Less drowning, more land,
Less drowning, more land.♫


I got a love that comes in colors
I got a voice, comes in screaming
My old clothes don’t fit me now
– “Drop To Hold You”, Modern Love




Sunday, August 7, 2011

We All Need Saving - Jon McLaughlin




It used to be that the songs with deep emotion came from seasoned men of hard lives...women who were rough around the edges with four men of bad marriages behind them. But I listen to the lyrics of my son's songs, the songs of John McLaughlin, Justin Nozuka, James Morrison (maybe it's the J-names???) and they FEEL. They translate it. I feast on it. It's not the age of the body, but perhaps the soul.


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Friday, August 5, 2011

Mayday - The Icarus Account




♫Mayday Mayday
Someone save me
I am fragile
Oh somebody rescue me
Oh somebody tell me you will
Concrete Heartache Left me awake
Sleepless Sleeper
Oh somebody wake me up
Oh somebody tell me you will
Tell me that you're going to save me
That everything is gonna be ok
I'm screaming but nobody can hear me
Can you save me from myself? No, no, no, no
How can the be? I've tried and tried and tried
But I'm sill lost out at sea
When did I become the things that
I used to hate I'm stranded to this ship
Left to fall with a crash of the waves (mayday)
Tell me that you're going to save me That everything is gonna be ok
I'm screaming but nobody can hear me
Can you save me from myself? Mayday Mayday Mayday♫


Icarus Account last blog entry re: "Come Home To Me":

April 2010 - For the first time in my life I knew what it was like to lose a girl to another guy. It was hard to get a grip on the fact that I was actually being left for another person and there was nothing that I could do or want/try to do to change it; I finally understood how it felt to be lied to, etc. and yet somehow at the same time still care about the person who hurt me.

This song was so personal that we almost didn't release it. But at the same point I knew there were people who could be moved by the story and relate to the way that I felt at that vulnerable moment in time. Even more so, I thought about my faith and the way that I am loved unconditionally despite my unfaithfulness. We could all be more faithful to what we believe in and the people that we Love. Hearts break everyday, the ability to heal and move forward is a beautiful thing :)
- Ty


What happened to them? I often wonder. I stupidly think that if I had found them sooner, they'd still be making music. But...perhaps they are.
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Monday, August 1, 2011

The Lake (a ghost story) by Tim Buck

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I made a collage from my photographs (mostly mine...not the women, and not the gravestones in rows) put to Tim's song. Enjoy.


♫The Lake (a ghost-story song)- by Tim Buck

I float in my boat about one hundred yards from the shore.
I drift on the lake, drinkin' ten beers or more.
Summer sun cooks me up a serving of dreams,
and I drowse like that lazy faun by Claude Debussy.

Daydreams get stirred up with a relish of recall,
and I think about that time before the dam was installed.
All the homesteads were abandoned, the coffins disinterred.
Rites were performed so no curses would stir

stir the big water,
stir the big water,
stir the big water of Greer's Ferry Lake.

But sometimes the schemes of sincere mere men
get waylaid by unforeseen consequence.
I do believe that all of those cautions did fail.
I've seen things in the depths make a sober man quail.

Some of us folk got minds that are slightly free.
We don't mock our spirits, we don't chop down willow trees.
So what of those apparitions reported back then?
Has a liquid mausoleum sealed obsessions in

beneath big water,
beneath big water,
beneath the big water of Greer's Ferry Lake?

Sometimes when I peer down in the watery vast,
I see her mad spirit amid the crappie and the bass.
Not a-swimmin', she's a-swirlin', she's a-searchin' for God.
Gonna confront him for killin' her with diphtheria's blood rot.

Well, I ain't like those who have lost their inner eye.
My peripheral sight sees through what shadows glide.
Once as a boy jumpin' headstones, a spectre gave a fright.
Momma said that was a goat with long hair silken white.

So I am primed to see what lies beyond the pale.
Yes, I have a hoard of uncanny tales I could tell.
And I'll float upon this reservoir from end to blue end
until I can speak solace to my little restless friend.

Sometimes when I peer down in the watery vast,
I see her mad spirit amid the crappie and the bass.
Not a-swimmin', she's a-swirlin', she's a-searchin' for God.
Gonna confront him for killin' her with diphtheria's blood rot.

The waves of this lake lap incessantly.
Once into a lonesome cove at dusk I did drift.
The water transmogrified to mist eerily,
in the shape of a child, up through the pines she did lift.♫