I had the radio on, and heard this for the first time. My immediate thought was, “holy cow, this glorious man is somehow channelling Emma Louise!” and it turns out, it is her. She has had her voice pitched down for the whole album. Something she has wanted to do for years apparently. Her voice is angelic, but I love this too. (She calls him Joseph.) If you feel like a gorgeously heart breaking moment…
Lyrics:
"Can we just lie here for a moment? She knows what to do and it's so much easier to make out the words if you press your ear against the stone." He hated this place. But she promised it would be the last time. And it had started to snow. It would hopefully slow the others down. They needed to leave. He was too scared to look at his watch and now he was struck by how beautiful she looked in this light. That pink light, reflecting from the tears frozen on her face. He pulled her gently up from her mother's grave.
Lyrics: mother they are coming again they come to shoot what we already lost mother they are coming again our silver covered by their rust father they are coming again they come to jail the things that i have seen father they are coming again burning minds to keep the ruin clean no one is around „little girl there’s safer ground follow the sea and you will find that place little girl there’s safer ground come take your years and put them in their hands“
She didn't say anything. Why wasn't she saying anything? But she had. She just couldn't hear her. She had always heard her through her heart, and now it was frozen to her cheeks. He lifted her up as her chest was caving in. He sang instead. The words she had taught him when they met, years before. The ones she had heard from her mother's friend. Before they never saw him again. "Little girl, there's safer ground..." That ground. Rising up out of the sea of him.
Lyrics:
Inverted in space,
suspended in the north
with a southerly persuasion,
my heart grown in two,
homes.
Bejewelled moments
I want to break off to keep,
but my weeping hands
sift the fractures in wrong places.
I hold on instead –
ached to this perfect petal,
floated away on familiar
rivered Breeze.
originally posted 30th Jan, 2017
the ache in the space
underneath notes of healing
before their gentle fall
onto lifetimes
of history’s crawl
sounds of heaven
drilling holes
in coffin ceiling…
our complex, war torn world. such a controversial event. such a lovely moment…
Thanks to Mr Ward Clever doing a post on the saddest song, and consequently doing my head in as I tried to think of just one(!)…I thought of Emma Louise. This song isn’t necessarily the saddest, but the way she performs all of her work, is so moving.
I found this live performance where she briefly explains the story behind this song. Plus, I personally think this performance is exquisite. So I thought I would share it. Because, why cry alone? *unambiguous smiley face emoji*
Tonight I had dinner with a good friend, and long story short, we talked a little about lego. Then I thought of this song.
And the stormy weather tonight provided wonderful building blocks for writing the best song in the history of the universe, I’m guessing. But alas, I am not a song writer.
But there is still this awesome song. So if you need a dance break (of course you I do) …
harmonies pierce
with an arching linger
from those past knowings
we haven’t spent
forming familiar sounds,
floating
on to hushed hearts
in aching newness,
hands clasped while treading,
paths parallel but converging,
as deep translates
the haunting of melody
on her owl backpack,
“Doctor Vanessa,
she does have blood in her wing
so she’ll be fine.
But there’s no milk
or strawberries
or blue berries.
Or furpleberries…”
“But she’s allergic to furpleberries” I remind her.
“Oh yeah, don’t give her furpleberries”.
Serious silence sinews our thoughts together.
“Dr Vanessa,
I took off her heart
so she won’t be sick anymore.”
“Why, Dr Bailee,
you’re a genius…”
After contemplating the important work we’ve accomplished,
eight year old niece decides we need a song. Her currently favourite song.
(If you are so inclined, please sing and dance with us):
(featured image artwork by Dr Bailee)
Just more proof Australia and NZ make beautiful music together. (But seriously Kiwis, that accent… ) 😊
If these harmonies aren’t heaven sent…oh my…
When I was little, this was the recording of Godspell our family owned. There were only a couple of songs I liked on there, and this was, by far, my favourite. (I saw the movie once and didn’t like it. I have a sneaking suspicion it was because there were clowns 😉 …well, at least one, ironically, singing this lovely song). But I still love this song, and it popped into my head today after reading the news.
This is still my favourite version. It’s really beautiful. The longing in her voice got into my bone marrow. And it’s intriguing. So I thought I’d share it, for those interested, in case you haven’t heard this one.
he was afraidthe tenacious unspoken
in a thousand fragments
would crash down on him.he was amazed the trees
were not bowed from the weight
of that thing they couldn’t sayand he remembered that song…
he looked up at the changing of the colours to paradox –
now weightless.it would be the paper cuts
Every way she listened, there were endings.
This weight of pretense had to be shifted.
It was time to chord change them out of the cliché, and even though his music always made her dance, his shadows were not hers.
So she did what he didn’t expect. She brought the pig’s heart.
And they drank the wine…
She heard them! The chords of cogency. Crescendoing. Pulsating with hermeneutical harmonies that filled her with a sensation she hadn’t felt in years. The clarity descending in notes that burst her heart.
Her heart. That’s what she could feel!
She was right to leave.
And she didn’t just walk. She floated. On the weightless tears of Another.
He turned her back, from face down, and she left forever.
Right out of that grave.
crocheting continuity
in the weaving waves
of sound sublimity,
the embossing of the
dimensional trinity
by the cerebral unity,
g(r)asped by incredulous senses converted
to heights of clarity –
the aching symphony
scaffolding the wholing
of peace.
It was the first time she had come back to his space. They walked into the room where he didn’t do much living and he showed her the place. On the wall. Where he strung up the different shades of pathos.
In the right order, of course.
She was more impressed than she thought she would be.
And now she was scared.
Scared that he knew right where to put her.
(NB. there may be an expletive in here)
he wore his strobe light
to precise his own sight
incising surreal
into a savoury byte
she wore lightning cloud
it fireworked the shroud
the diaphanous shield
of cataract crowd
they met late one noon
not a decade too soon
their time in half life
when lit by half moon
they laughingly shied
and together they cried
out relief of their failing
when hopeless they tried
synchronisation
endless illumination
their timing instead
fuelled love’s fascination-
of dark with the dark
love’s company,
divine spark…
So while I was pondering what exercise I could do to work off the crazy amount of food I have eaten today (I blame the weather. It suddenly turned cold like autumn, after unseasonably warm weather, like autumn. But now it’s cold, like autumn), I found this.
This took me back to memories I am sure I have somewhere. And the time travelling was exhausting, to say the least. Not to mention the memories of always going everywhere on skates. So, considering this song is over three minutes long, I’m checking the exercise box off my list for today. Take that gym bitc junkies!
PS And yes, the disco ball is still in my kitchen. That thing ain’t going anywhere.
Have we had that conversation?
he had heard it all before.
all those longing rhymes. with door
revolving the cool.
the directing wants reversing
the spectres need rehearsing
he said. I can’t remember.
I just loved the music.
“What was that word again? The one that was on his face?”
I don’t know. I DON’T KNOW.
“What was that time again? You know, when he was in that place?”
Stop. Just stop.
“And what was the song he played? The one from…?”
Her fingers recoiling, it slipped from her grasp.
The urgency was suffocating and all she heard was line
after line after line after line
of how not to do it.
And he would die if she didn’t.
