This is How You Walk On

Hi friends. So, I’m still fighting this chest cold thing, going on week two. I’m quite foggy headed and dizzy so my ability to handle screen time for writing and reading is pretty limited. I did manage to get out to see a movie yesterday and discovered this song that is on the soundtrack. I gave it a go, but I’m still quite coughy and cracking in the voice. Turned out okay, I think…considering. 🙂

This song is one of those songs that when you hear it, you want him to be singing to you. One of those songs that speaks to exactly what you need someone to say: “I’m here. I won’t promise things will be okay. Life can suck. But, I’m here.”  So, in case you need someone to sing/say this to you, I dedicate it to you.

❤ Em

“This is How We Walk On” ~ Gary Lightbody (from Snow Patrol)

A new wind is blowing through these streets
Those cold days are history to us
I’m not saying times they won’t get tough
We still got each other that’s enough

I know life ain’t simple for you, dear
But I’m here and I’m not going anywhere
I’m not saying “I know how you feel”
I just know that I can help you, dear

Don’t lose your mind
Don’t lose you good heart
Just know this time
That you’ll be waking up
In all these better days

This is how you walk on
This is where you belong
And I’m not saying
This isn’t where you’ll stay
But this is how you walk on
This is how you walk on

The warm light of the evening sings so sweet
Cold grass underneath your dancing feet
This simple things mean more than I can say
These moments make up for all past our days

Don’t lose your mind
Don’t lose you good heart
Just know this time
That you’ll be waking up
In all these better days

This is how you walk on
This is where you belong
And I’m not saying
This isn’t where you’ll stay
But this is how you walk on
This is how you walk on

This is how you walk on
This is where you belong
And I’m not saying
This isn’t where you’ll stay
But this is how you walk on
This is how you walk on

This is how you walk on
This is where you belong
And I’m not saying
This isn’t where you’ll stay
But this is how you walk on
This is how you walk on

Seasons

 

 

“Seasons” ~ Chris Cornell      (Singles Soundtrack)

Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all

And I’m lost, behind
The words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by

Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed

And I’m lost, behind
The words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by

Now I want to fly above the storm
But you can’t grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
This naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me

And I’m lost, behind
Words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by

If I should be short on words
And long on things to say
Could you crawl into my world
And take me worlds away
Should I be beside myself
And not even stay

And I’m lost, behind
Words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by

Sailor to Siren

 

Sailor to Siren by Sam Beam & Jesca Hoop

 

This tenderness comes as a surprise
Drinking where the riverbed was dry
Trees in the wind trembling with love

Mad morning light drew you out the door
Mama didn’t need you anymore
She pointed at night but you saw the stars

Brace yourself and nestle into me
Bear it all like fallen autumn leaves
You don’t even know me that well

Now every blossom’s ready to explode
Rooted in the cracks along the road
The world is a dream that wiggled free

Wild distant water showed me where to run
Papa let me know I’m not enough
He took out the life and left me the hole

Are you the sailor or the siren in the tide
Trusts a tiny ocean and besides
You don’t even know me that well

Your song is warm and coming through the wall
Hearts are thrown to strangers after all
You don’t even know me that well

The Lady of Shalott

Does anyone listen to these any more or are you all sick of me? 🙂

This is for the wonderful Eric at My Sword and Shield.  I think it was a request, or did I suggest it…I can’t remember. Ah well.

I love Loreena McKennitt and this song is a beauty…and a beast. 11 minutes full length, so I had to truncate it. 🙂 This was what I could get done today.

Hope you like it! Probably one of the tougher vocal challenges I’ve had.

And Cotton had to cameo…again. Somehow I still managed.

Know the Wild that Wants You

 

Not long ago, I revived my listening of Iron & Wine when I bought one of his albums for my turntable. I saw him perform live once, and the man is talented, not only in his musicianship, but his lyrics and story telling.

This renewed interest had me checking up on what albums of his I may have missed in recent years. Turns out last year he released a joint album with Jesca Hoop, who is also amazing. Her voice is wonderful and well, the two of them together is a match made in heaven.

So I offer you my attempt at a cover of their song “Know the Wild that Wants You” of their album “Love Letter For Fire”…one I highly recommend. And also, Jesca’s latest album “Memories are Now” is incredibly unique and worth the buy. She came to Seattle recently, but I missed it, unfortunately.

You can check out a great Tiny Desk concert they did together for NPR to see what I mean about their voices. And they do sing the song I just covered (lyrics below video):

 

“Know the Wild that Wants You” ~ Sam Beam & Jesca Hoop

when you were a boy you stuck
your thumb inside the light
morning bottle warm
holy compass ready you would run into the wild
into the wild
gathered in its arms
in its arms
in its arms

when you’re in the city you’re
a tangled native tongue
another tongue eating fear for free
know the wild that wants you
know you’re not another pillow on
a gun drifting off to sleep
and come home
and come home

feel your own bones say “heal yourself, yourself”
hear your own heart moan
“love yourself, yourself”

when you were a girl salt was
beading down your back
and all the braids were tangled in your hair
candy for your lips and for your love
all you were given was a bruise
falling down the stairs

when you’re in the city and it’s talking to itself, to itself
stealing what you sing
know the wild that wants you
when the sun is underground
and park police are laughing off your leaves

hear your own bones say “heal yourself, yourself”
hear your own heart moan
“love yourself, yourself
and come home, and come home
and come home, and come home”

Read more:  Sam Beam – Know The Wild That Wants You Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

Release

My version of “Release” by Pearl Jam. First attempt, practicing.

Felt I needed to honor my hometown boys, Pearl Jam, who are being inducted into the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame tonight in Brooklyn. They certainly deserve it. And what a time to be a teenager in Seattle, growing up in the height of the “grunge” scene. I will never forget the energy in the city. Congratulations to Eddie and the crew!

New York (& a cat cameo)

I have much on my mind. Thinking about thinking. I have many would-be poems in my head rattling around. I shudder to think how many first lines I failed to jot down after they pop into my head at random moments through the days, and now are lost in the ether. There is prose and there are chapters yet to be materialized. I’ve found myself feeling like a creative explosion is on the verge, like I may need to hermit (even more so than I have been in my personal life these last several months) in order to honor the thoughts that want out. But, maybe it’s just more a matter of organization. I really don’t know yet.

I continue to work on my health recovery after a difficult year on all fronts. Getting there very slowly. And currently…I miss New York. This time last year I was getting ready to go on a solo trip to NY for the first time. It feels weird not to go this April. So when I hear this song, I had to sing it.  And miss Cotton decided she wanted to cameo in the video. Haha. Silly girl. It’s pretty hilarious. I’m surprised I made it through. 😉

Other randomness:  I heard from a former personal training client of mine who struggled with her body fat percentage (I don’t care about weight, it’s the bf % that matters) for a long while, and like me, was dealt a long bout of vertigo. She has since found her fire and through crossfit, she has lost pounds of fat, built muscle and she was happy to tell me she just got a PR (personal record) of 250# on deadlift. She thanked me and credited her time with me as what got her where she is now. It’s stories like this that remind me I’ve done something to help and inspire people in my life, even if I’ve had to go on extended hiatus for the time being. I still get thank yous, years later. Means a lot in my darker moments.

If you want to visit my New York Journals, they are here and they are pretty fun. 🙂 You will want to scroll all the way down and start at the beginning. And you can find some of my New York-inspired poetry here.