The Lady of Shalott

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

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. ūüôā 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.

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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 РKnow 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!

Bonny Portmore

This one is a surprise for a friend, she’s expecting a song¬†from me (does that negate the surprise? Hm). One of my favorite Irish traditional folk songs. I am trying to do my best Loreena McKennitt impression. I hope it passes. ūüôā

This song has an interesting history. As you can read a little here, “it laments the demise of Ireland’s old oak forests,¬†specifically the¬†Great Oak of Portmore¬†or the¬†Portmore Ornament Tree, which fell in a windstorm in 1760 and was subsequently used for¬†shipbuilding¬†and other purposes.” [Wikipedia]

It’s a beautiful song. And the harmonium is perfect here as it does a great job of its own impression, that of a bagpipe. I could almost see myself there in Ireland. Someday.

So this is dedicated to my friend, and all my other friends who identify with this song, or Ireland, or Loreena — and it’s dedicated to our planet who needs us now more than ever.

Em

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Afraid of Everyone

My poet friend, S. Francis of Sailor Poet, introduced me to this song by The National recently. I looked it up on YouTube and watched them perform it on Letterman some years ago, and what do I see first? One of the band members playing…harmonium! It was the first time I’ve ever seen a harmonium used in popular music, aside from my own experimenting. Pretty damn cool.

Hope you like my version. ūüôā

And do check out their performance posted below, and see the harmonium in action on late night television. ¬†And and…also pay a visit to Sailor Poet for some great poetry on his unique page.

Thanks!

~ Em

 

 

Then I’m radio and then I’m television
I’m afraid of everyone, I’m afraid of everyone
Lay the young blue bodies, with the old red violets
I’m afraid of everyone, I’m afraid of everyone
With my kid on my shoulders I try
Not to hurt anybody I like
But I don’t have the drugs to sort,
I don’t have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out

I defend my family with my orange umbrella
I’m afraid of everyone, I’m afraid of everyone
With my shiny new star spangled tennis shoes on
I’m afraid of everyone, I’m afraid of everyone
With my kid on my shoulders I try
Not to hurt anybody I like
But I don’t have the drugs to sort,
I don’t have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out
I don’t have the drugs to sort it, sort it out, sort it out

You’re the voice that’s swallowing¬†my soul, soul, soul
You’re the voice¬†that’s swallowing¬†my soul, soul, soul
You’re the voice¬†that’s swallowing¬†my soul, soul, soul
You’re the voice¬†that’s swallowing¬†my soul, soul, soul
You’re¬†the voice¬†that’s swallowing¬†my soul, soul, soul
You’re¬†the voice¬†that’s swallowing¬†my soul, soul, soul
Soul soul soul soul soul
You’re¬†the voice¬†that’s swallowing¬†my soul, soul, soul
Soul soul soul soul soul
You’re¬†the voice¬†that’s swallowing¬†my soul, soul, soul
Soul soul soul soul soul
You’re¬†the voice¬†that’s swallowing¬†my soul, soul, soul
Soul soul soul soul soul

Crazy

 

My dad raised me on country music. Patsy was one of his favorites. Good memories of living room dancing with him and his baritone voice crooning in my ear…

One of the greatest songs ever, hard to sing, and written by Willie Nelson.

 

For you, Dad.

(no, he doesn’t read my blog…I don’t think. ūüėČ I’ll FB him.)

P.S. Patsy Cline made this look so easy.

 

Across the Universe

By request from an Instagram follower friend for a surprise Beatles song. Of course, I’d pick one of the harder ones to sing! #lungpower

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Across the Universe ~ The Beatles
(Click link for video. This one is when they were visiting  India!)

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.Jai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
That call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universeJai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
Through my open views inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
million suns, it calls me on and on
Across the universeJai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.
Nothing’s gonna change my world,
Nothing’s gonna change my world.