Rang Dead

I wait just inside the cemetery gate
a lifetime short and a day too late
the mist rolls over unshorn green
that crawls in waves, spirits unseen

Your name freshly carved in script
on a tombstone glittering granite
I trace cold rock with my warm lips
wishing to drink you in ethereal sips

But dry as the bones of your body
this crypt is nothing but empty
like my heart that leaked all its heat
with each pulse of your slashed veins

No amount of my love was enough
to stop you from ending yourself
I could not fix your chronic pain
nor save you from your own disdain

If you only believed me, my love
if you only believed in your worth
all too evident in my green eyes
you could not convince me otherwise

As the crows perch with knowing
on the treetops under sky snowing
I sang to you our song in blue notes
that rang dead in the moonless night

~ E

9.23.16

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Sounds of Silence

 

I tell you what. Listening to the Bob Dylan Pandora station is perfect for the current political situation. Amazing how relevant the songs are to today…as unfortunate as that may be.

My dad raised me on everything including country and folk. Simon & Garfunkel was a familiar group, although when I was young, I don’t think I realized the significance.

I’m about to dedicate this to him on Facebook, and thank him for raising a strong, critical-thinking, independent, liberal woman.

“Silence like a cancer grows” ¬†~~~~ Yes. The grieving period is over, it’s time to speak up.

Sounds of Silence ~ Simon & Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools” said I,
“You do not know, silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming
And the signs said,
“The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence

 

Hello My Old Heart

It’s been a while. I haven’t felt much like singing these last few months, physically or emotionally. People who have followed this page in that time may not be aware of this side of me. Well, here it is. If you like it, you can find more under “harmonium” in my page’s category drop down box.

Goodnight, friends.

Love always, Em

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“Hello My Old Heart” ~ The Oh Hellos

Hello my old heart
How have you been
Are you still there inside my chest?
I’ve been so worried
You’ve been so still
Barely beating at all

Oh, don’t leave me here alone
Don’t tell me that we’ve grown
For having loved a little while
Oh, I don’t want to be alone
I want to find a home
And I want to share it with you

Hello my old heart
It’s been so long
Since I’ve given you away
And every day I add another stone
To the walls I built around you
To keep you safe

Hello my old heart
How have you been?
How is it, being locked away?
Well don’t you worry
In there, you’re safe
And it’s true, you’ll never beat
But you’ll never break

Nothing lasts forever
Some things aren’t meant to be
But you’ll never find the answer
Until you set your old heart free

Until you set your old heart free

Auld Lang Syne

For my last harmonium recording of this year, I’ve chosen this one. I hold my cup in the air to you, all my new friends I’ve made this year who have been there through some seriously challenging months. I know several of you have been through your own as well. I’m honored to read your brilliant art on a daily basis and have loved the stimulation and interaction you all have brought to my life.

Cheers to better times ahead! Feel free to sing along. ūüėČ

Love, Em

P.S. I’ve never known all of the lyrics to this classic, but I’m glad I finally paid attention to them and their meaning. Lift a glass to the past with a smile. ūüôā

Auld Lang Syne

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll¬†buy¬†your pint¬†cup!
and surely I’ll¬†buy¬†mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered¬†many¬†a weary¬†foot,
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine†;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And¬†give me¬†a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll¬†take¬†a right¬†good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

Where Are You Now

 

A beautiful song by Mumford & Sons that I keep hearing on Pandora. And so here you go.

Where Are You Now ~ Mumford & Sons

It came to the end it seems you had heard.
As we walked the city streets,
You never said a word.

When we finally sat down
Your eyes were full of spite.
I was desperate, I was weak
I could not put up a fight.

But where are you now?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
In the quiet, in the crowd?

You were strangely less in pain
Than you were cold.
Triumphant in your mind
Of the logic that you hold.

You said no one would ever know
The love that we had shared.
As I took my leave to go
It was clear you didn’t care.

And where are you now?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
In the quiet, in the crowd?

But where are you now?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
In the quiet, in the crowd?

And I hear of your coming
And your going in the town.
I hear stories of your smile,
I hear stories of your frown.

And the darkness can descend,
We can relish all the pain.
But I know that’s what you love,
‘Cause you know I love the same.

But where are you now?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
In the quiet, in the crowd?

But where are you now?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
In the quiet, in the crowd?

But where are you now?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
In the quiet, in the crowd?

 

The Mummers’ Dance

 

I have always loved this song, so it was a no-brainer when Rita requested my version on the harmonium. Thank you, Rita, I hope you like it. ūüôā

It is a perfect song for setting the drone on the harmonium. Loved playing it…

The Mummers’ Dance ~ Loreena McKennitt

When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone

“A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord’s hand”

We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

That Moon Song

 

 

That Moon Song ~ Gregory Alan Isakov

The tail lights burn red
They were hotter than hell
And I’ve been long gone couldn‚Äôt you tell

The smoke in the air
Couldn’t hide my shame
Saw it lit up on that silver screen
And ah that full bellied moon she‚Äôs a shinin’ on me
Yeah she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea

And you came on strong like some running wave

And your beauty left me broke and hungry
Left me begging to the birds for a bone or an offering
Left me saying nothin’, nothin’, like I always say

And ahh that full bellied moon she‚Äôs a shinin’ on me
Yeah she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea
And those broken hearted lovers
They got nothing on me