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

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Kiss Me Quick

 

Kiss Me Quick ~ Sam Beam & Jesca Hoop

Kiss me quick while you still can
I’m a heart with a heavy hand
Every morning horn is a crown of thorn;
Every breath is a wedding band
You could roll your eyes
You could play for time
You could weep the sun light down
Won’t you kiss me quick while you still can;
And we’ll find a night with you

We’ll build our house in a field of gold;
And the mountains tumbling down
And blocks the road

We’ll turn each rock into a stepping stone;
And fumble around the failing stars
On the way back home

Kiss me quick while you still can
I’ll atone for the wicked truth
Every Autumn takes what the summer makes
And we will to the living proof
You could pull the tide;
Build a wall inside;
You could drift and draw like milk

Won’t you kiss me quick;
While you still you still can and
I’ll meet you inside me

Kiss me quick while you still can
Kiss me quick while you still can
Kiss me quick while you still can

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

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. 🙂

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

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. 🙂

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. 😉 I’ll FB him.)

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