Tag: Music

No One is Around, pt 1 of 2

(Revisited with audio of my reading)

"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“

Safer Ground, part two

 

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Safer Ground, pt 2

(Revisited with audio of my reading)

no one is around (part one)

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:

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1000 sundowns

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*

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lego

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) …

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tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery…

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)

 

 

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shameless Aussie movie plug

For some reason, this gorgeous song popped into my head.
Could be because I am sitting by the fire, and I have a cold, and I don’t like the things in my head right now.
This was probably a cry for help from my brain…and it reminded me of this post I did last December.
And here’s a confession, I haven’t seen ‘Hidden Figures’ yet. I know, it’s kind of shocking. But do yourself a favour, and listen to the song on here sometime. It makes for a sublime lullaby.
Oh, and see ‘The Dish’. You know, when you feel like it. God knows I hate bossy social media posts. Except when they have great advice (cough).
Speaking of which, Goodnight xo

~

I was just watching a commercial for a new movie about the first moon landing. I think it’s called, ‘Hidden Figures’, I don’t remember exactly as a few minutes have passed already. But I was immediately reminded of one of my favourite movies, ‘the Dish’…

I strongly recommend you watch it first if you’re considering seeing the new one. Actually, even if you’re not, you should still watch it, because, then you will be an even more well rounded person. I’m kidding. I don’t know what I’m saying. I just like laughing at myself. It’s always funnier in my head. Because obviously…

I am, in no way, influenced by my Australian bias, except that it’s set in Australia with that brand of humour the world has come to know and love, (and when I say world, I obviously mean people like me) plus Patrick Warburton is in it. You would, no doubt, know him from other movies I consider classic like, ‘the Emperor’s New Groove’ and, well, who cares really? That’s obviously enough of a recommendation.

Right now I am actually in the US visiting in-laws, and if you are anywhere like me, where it’s minus one million degrees outside, you might be considering this some of the best advice you have ever received, because it’s obvious you’re wondering what the heck you could do tonight. (I have no clue what you’re wondering, if that isnt obvious) So you’re welcome. 🙂

One of the more impacting scenes is accompanied by this achingly gorgeous piece of music, perfectly and angelically executed by Dawn Upshaw. I understand 2 videos in one post could possibly make your head explode, (I should rightly edit that…when I say your, I mean my, I can be a little impatient…) but I’m kind of hoping your heart will instead…

 

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Where are you going?

img_20170113_100300When 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.

(The meaning of ‘By My Side’)

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she left

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.

 

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you’ll never be home

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)

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sometimes two darks make a light

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…

 

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I’m not sure what this is…

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?

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charades

“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.

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