Such a good song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJ3r2BC7ctA
Monday, 30 November 2009
Sunday, 29 November 2009
and the sun would set for you
| HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, | |
| Enwrought with golden and silver light, | |
| The blue and the dim and the dark cloths | |
| Of night and light and the half light, | |
| I would spread the cloths under your feet: | 5 |
| But I, being poor, have only my dreams; | |
| I have spread my dreams under your feet; | |
| Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKwHiGg21KA |
memory awakens hope
GEEKING IT HERE. It's the first day of advent today (yes, really) this is the best advent hymn ever ever ever, and it's meant to be all rejoicing, but the modulations in to the relative minors are so beautiful.
Times like this, I wish I had enough faith to believe in god/religion, even if my athiesm is "fashionable"
Cas From Canada
I do a dance to make the rain come
Smile to keep the sky from falling down down down down
Collect the love that I've been given
Build a nest for us to sleep in here
The wonderful St.Vincent
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mk9_Ndly2I
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Thursday, 26 November 2009
I could have danced all night.
"there were bells on the hills but I never heard them ringing, no I never heard them at all, till there was you"
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
The moment of change is the only poem
I can't believe it's been a year since the USA election. I really can't. Possibly the most electrifying atmosphere there had been on a world wide scale for a long, long long time. I rediscovered this the other day, and, well, his rhetoric really was stunning, wasn't it?
Sunday, 22 November 2009
I had the blues but i shook them loose
"What a wonderful life i've had, I only wish i realised it sooner"Saturday, 21 November 2009
No God Reached Me
Down stucco sidestreets,
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings lights on in shops
Above race-guides and rosaries,
A funeral passes.
The hearse is ahead,
But after there follows
A troop of streetwalkers
In wide flowered hats,
Leg-of-mutton sleeves,
And ankle-length dresses.
There is an air of great friendliness,
As if they were honouring
One they were fond of;
Some caper a few steps,
Skirts held skilfully
(Someone claps time),
And of great sadness also.
As they wend away
A voice is heard singing
Of Kitty, or Katy,
As if the name meant once
All love, all beauty.
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings lights on in shops
Above race-guides and rosaries,
A funeral passes.
The hearse is ahead,
But after there follows
A troop of streetwalkers
In wide flowered hats,
Leg-of-mutton sleeves,
And ankle-length dresses.
There is an air of great friendliness,
As if they were honouring
One they were fond of;
Some caper a few steps,
Skirts held skilfully
(Someone claps time),
And of great sadness also.
As they wend away
A voice is heard singing
Of Kitty, or Katy,
As if the name meant once
All love, all beauty.
So she names the baby Elvis to make up for the royalty he lacked
yes ok it is a bit moody and embarassing and you may hate it, but if you ignore most of the images in that video(some of them are beautiful others are such emo/blogger[not that this isn't a blog too..]/bollocks/im-so-deep-and-sensitive/taking-wisty-photos-of-hair-in-grass-with-a camera-in-sepia-tone-setting-or-worst-still-buying-a-proper-old-sepia-camera-to-take-the-damn-picture/ look-at-the-pain-in-my-eyes/seriously-guys-i've-got-an-art-deadline-to-meet/no-one-understands-me/my-life-is-a-bohemian-little-hut-of-joy/look-im-reading-a-book-so-that-someone-can-take-a-picture-of-me-reading-it-and-its-all-so-meaningful-because-id-rather-make-montages-than-watch-x-factor-like-you-poor-damned-souls[actually I don't watch x-factor either]/why-am-i-just-so-damn-arty/where are my shoes?), then its actually pretty good
that went on a little longer than anticipated, I hope I have never done that in any of the pictures I've posted.
But anyway the song yes, if you ignore the video which to me is interpretting it compleltey wrongly and makes it come out as an emo ode and take it all with a pinch of salt the song is actually rather good, Regina almost always is I think, yes shes put with all those 'indie-kooky' women, but shes got a wonderful voice and something much more endearing about her than the rest of the rabble.
And you know what I really do like this song, to me, a simple tale of some 50s/60s young sweethearts and it not really going to plan like they'd imagined or like they hadn't, I'm imagining barns and fields in the middle of america
...(BUT NO WAFTY HANDS IN GRASS OR CORN OR MAIZE OR WHATEVER THE HELL ELSE GROWS IN LONG LINES AND CAN HAVE HANDS IN IT)...
this post has made me very insecure I am now hyper-sensitive about its potential hypocracies and what is frankly some quite mean and unsupported snobbishness on my part...sorry...here's the song:
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
no trick dispels
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb
Where the yew trees blow like hydras,
The tree of life and the tree of life
Unloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose.
The blood flood is the flood of love,
The absolute sacrifice.
It means: no more idols but me,
Me and you.
So, in their sulfur loveliness, in their smiles
These mannequins lean tonight
In Munich, morgue between Paris and Rome,
Naked and bald in their furs,
Orange lollies on silver sticks,
Intolerable, without minds.
The snow drops its pieces of darkness,
Nobody's about. In the hotels
Hands will be opening doors and setting
Down shoes for a polish of carbon
Into which broad toes will go tomorrow.
O the domesticity of these windows,
The baby lace, the green-leaved confectionery,
The thick Germans slumbering in their bottomless Stolz.
And the black phones on hooks
Glittering
Glittering and digesting
Voicelessness. The snow has no voice
Sunday, 15 November 2009
One long, long thought of you
When dullness shall chain the wild harp that would praise thee,
When its last sigh of freedom is heard on thy shore,
When its raptures shall bless the false hearth that betrays thee -
Oh, then, dearest Erin, I'll love thee no more!
When thy sons are less tame than their own ocean waters,
When their last flash of wit and genious is o'er,
When virtue and beauty forsake thy young daughters -
Oh, then, dearest Erin, I'll love thee no more!
When the sun that now holds his bright path o'er the mountains
Forgets the green fields that he smiled on before,
When no moonlight shall sleep on thy lakes and thy fountains -
Oh, then, dearest Erin, I'll love thee no more!
When the name of the Saxon and tyrant shall sever,
When the freedom you lost you no longer deplore,
When the thoughts of your wrongs shall be sleeping forever -
Oh, then, dearest Erin, I'll love thee no more!
Friday, 13 November 2009
Eine Kleine Nachtmusik
Perhaps not "kleine" but this is Tallis's Spem In Allium for 40 voices.
Tallis is not usually a composer that sets me on fire so to speak, but this is possibly one of the most, if not the most beautiful peace ever composed. The soprano line is utterly gorgeous, and those brief moments of unison are glorious. No other word for it.
Glorious.
Miserere you're good, but you're just not this good.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
In bar light she looked alright, In daylight she looked desperate
She said, “I know I look tired
But everything’s fried here in Memphis.”
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Like it was the first time
I recently rediscovered this song I used to adore.
"I'll miss you in a minute, if you'd only feel the same"
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