Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Wood Between Worlds



Amidst worlds, trapped in transitory allegory.
We were never meant to stay, ringless, wandering
aimless avenues between the stories, forbidden
to enter, although we know the supposed structure;
A beginning, middle, then 
the end. Our middle is ephemeral, indefinite,
we've never been here before. We may be 
forgetting our history--drifting and spinning, 
wisdom of mothers professing
empathy of friends bemoaning
failure for us, the gypsies, now freeholders,
unpredicted denizens of this grey world.


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Friday, April 13, 2012

Thursday Lyric: Nothing To Remember, by Neko Case

I've really enjoyed this collection of songs from The Hunger Games movie this month, and this song made it onto my spring playlist for a couple of reasons:

1) It's new music from Neko Case, who hasn't come out with anything officially since 2009's wonderful album Middle Cyclone, and I have missed her voice.

2) I loved the song, of course. Neko writes beautiful, gut-level lyrics follow a small, intense emotional journey. The lyrics are possibly a loose reference to Katniss Everdeen's particular fears and hopes and motivation, but they carry universality, too. In fact, several of Neko's other songs resonate with Katniss, even the song Middle Cyclone off of the album of the same name.

I spend my life becoming invisible
it's hard to maintain and it's hard to get by
and I don't recall fight or flight setting in
I have no introduction I just breathe it in like the air

And there is nothing to remember, there is nothing to remember

I owe you nothing; that's all I've got for you
you'll borrow nothing; that's what you expect of me 

So you send me your love tied up in sailor's knots
And I fear underneath the weight of your thoughts 
My footsteps now, they will echo too loudly


All I own, all I own 
Are the strides I spend to the finish line 
All I own, all I own 
Are the strides I spend to the finish line
And I'll give you those 



You told me something that scared me to death
Don't take me home, I can't face that yet
I'm ashamed that I'm very human
I'm ashamed that I don't have a heart you can break
I'm just action, and at other times re-action 

All I own, all I own
Are the strides I spend to the finish line
All I own, all I own
Are the strides I spend to the finish line
I'll give you those

Just don't make me go home
Give me something to remember
Give me something to remember
Give me something to remember

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Joy beyond the walls of the world (Buechner)

"yet the tears that come to our eyes at the joy of the fairy tale are nevertheless essentially joyous tears because what we have caught a glimpse of, however fleeting, is joy itself, the triumph, if not of goodness, at least of hope. And i do not think it is entirely fanciful to say that it is not only in fairy tales that we have glimpsed it."

...if you still have something more than just eyes to see with, the world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can--the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildnesss of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn't even flicker.

The world can give us such glimpses, and dreams can too sometimes--the dreams you wake up from without being quite able to remember them yet, with the knowledge that you are somehow the better for having dreamed them, dreams that erase old hurts and failures and start a kind of healing...The joy beyond the walls of the world more poignant than grief."


--Frederick Buechner (Telling the Truth)

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Thursday Lyric: "Love Lust," King Charles


King Charles is a quirky bloke. Fair warning if you go to look him up. I saw him open for Mumford & Sons on tour in the fall of 2010. Attempting to maintain my place in the packed floor crowd 3 rows from the stage, I wasn't paying attention but was looking at my sister when her eyes widened and she got a funny smile on her face. 


"What?" I said.
"Oh, you missed it. Fabio in a french revolutionary's uniform just came out to the stage for a second." 


I laughed. But he did come out again, and quietly picked up his guitar as the crowd talked loudly, slopped their drinks, and tried to manipulate a closer spot by pretending they were "just meeting my girlfriend/boyfriend/friend in the front row." Cheers, Vancouver. You stay classy. Worst. crowd. ever.


If you can be unassuming with enormous dreadlocks tied up in a pompadour, and a (rather tight) antique french military costume, King Charles was. He struck a chord on his electric guitar, and several deep voices yelled out standard homophobic slurs. He stopped, smiled gently, hitched up his pants and said naively "do you like how tight my pants are?"


This little wink of self-awareness got the real humans in the crowd on his side, and a small roll of laughter ran through the crowd. He started with his song "Ivory Road," and then played this song, ending with a rewritten cover of Billy Joel's 'We Didn't Start The Fire', which is worth looking up. In addition, his full debut album will hit the charts on May 7.


I love this song for its unapologetic, unrestrained confession of love and the truth of love. It seems a bit of a misdirect at first, but listen and follow the lyrics and you'll hear it.


Never let a woman go 
even when you know she can always be replaced. 
She can always be replaced.



Never let a woman go 
even when you know she can always be replaced. 
She can always be replaced.




Oh, Lust only grows like anger and revenge 
Oh, beauty comes and goes but love stays until the end.


I wrote you a song, Mississippi Isabel 
I even sent you flowers when you felt ill 
You’ve the strength of the Greeks 
You are God’s masterpiece 
You're every triumph, every victory 
I believe in every breath you breathe.


And I always imagined you’d be by my side 
Whether I’m hiding in the city or tearing through the wild 
You’re only a yoke, a noose on my throat 
If your beauty is a fortress 
then my love will be the moat.


Oh, fall in love with you,
Fall in love with you, I must. 
I’ll consume every part of you 
to indulge my love lust.


Never let a woman go 
even when you know she can always be replaced. 
She can always be replaced.


Oh, Lust only grows like anger and revenge 
Oh, beauty comes and goes but love stays until the end.


Never let a woman go even when you know


With a guitar in my hand or a gun in my hand, 
I’d give it all up for your hand in my hand. 
For the sun on my skin as the morning begins, 
I'd die in the dark just to feel your skin on my skin.




Never let a woman go even when you know


Young soul! 
Young love! 
Young blood! 


Treasure every beating heart that sets your soul on fire. 
Love will set your soul on fire. 
Love will set your soul on fire.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

pixels and knots


On the other side of everyday
The sitting swell of habit
Peace

Daily-ness informs spontaneity
Liberates routine
Weaving another stitch in the long scarf

Days are not pixels, individual dots,
But an everconnected thread of knots


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