I got to watching Anastasia again last night. There is something magical about the story and the musical score.
"Once Upon a December", performed by Deana Carter, is a tale of memories that holds a lot of meaning for me. I've added this song before thinking how so many of my stories have begun with "Once upon a December..." Some of them good... some of them not so, but so many memories.
Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Once Upon A December...
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
Before the memories fade, I'll think back to a December far away and long ago.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Furry Happy Monsters
I've simply gone feel good today. With R.E.M. deciding to call it a day I'm going back to one of their more entertaining performances. They did once say that they'd never perform this on live simply because they wouldn't have Kate Pierson performing with them, but somehow I think this will do.
"Furry Happy Monsters" which was performed with the Muppet crew is one of those that just makes me smile.
monsters having fun, happy, happy
see them jump and run, happy, happy
laughing all the while, cheerful, cheerful
flashing a big smile, that's a per-fect sign
that they're feelin' fine
furry happy monsters feeling glad
(furry happy monsters feeling glad)
furry happy monsters laughing
something has gone wrong, sighing, sighing
faces have turned long, crying, crying
hear them sob and whine, tearful, tearful
that's a real good sign that they're feelin' glum
sad, sad times have come
(same order as before)
furry sobbing monsters feeling sad
furry sobbing monsters feeling sad
furry sobbing monsters crying
"come on monsters, you don't have to cry!"
monsters: "no?"
"no! we can be happy!!!"
furry happy monsters feeling glad
furry happy monsters feeling glad
furry happy monsters laughing
furry sobbing monsters feeling sad
furry sobbing monsters feeling sad
furry sobbing monsters crying
(glad and laughing again)
monsters, happy monsters
monsters, happy monsters
It's as simple as saying, "we can be happy!!!" and that is all I really have to say about that.
"Furry Happy Monsters" which was performed with the Muppet crew is one of those that just makes me smile.
monsters having fun, happy, happy
see them jump and run, happy, happy
laughing all the while, cheerful, cheerful
flashing a big smile, that's a per-fect sign
that they're feelin' fine
furry happy monsters feeling glad
(furry happy monsters feeling glad)
furry happy monsters laughing
something has gone wrong, sighing, sighing
faces have turned long, crying, crying
hear them sob and whine, tearful, tearful
that's a real good sign that they're feelin' glum
sad, sad times have come
(same order as before)
furry sobbing monsters feeling sad
furry sobbing monsters feeling sad
furry sobbing monsters crying
"come on monsters, you don't have to cry!"
monsters: "no?"
"no! we can be happy!!!"
furry happy monsters feeling glad
furry happy monsters feeling glad
furry happy monsters laughing
furry sobbing monsters feeling sad
furry sobbing monsters feeling sad
furry sobbing monsters crying
(glad and laughing again)
monsters, happy monsters
monsters, happy monsters
It's as simple as saying, "we can be happy!!!" and that is all I really have to say about that.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
The Look
Haven't heard from my brother in a while so going to add his favourite song today. Okay, so perhaps no longer the top of his pops, but he actually had a tape (yup a cassette - it was that long ago) that simply played this song from start to finish.
So today I'm going on a nostalgic trip and we're going for a bit of Roxette. "The Look" is one of those that instantly takes me back to my early teens, possibly even further back. To a time when the world was a very different place. While things may have changed, we can still sneak back once in a while.
1-2-3-4
Walking like a man,
hitting like a hammer,
she's a juvenile scam.
Never was a quitter,
tasty like a raindrop,
she's got the look.
Heavenly bound
cause heaven's got a number
when she's spinning me around,
Kissing is a colour,
her loving is a wild dog,
she's got the look.
She's got the look.
She's got the look.
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl so blue.
When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you
and I go: la la la la la
she's got the look.
Fire in the ice,
naked to the T-bone
is a lover's disguise.
Banging on the head drum,
shaking like a mad bull,
she's got the look.
Swaying to the band,
moving like a hammer,
she's a miracle man.
Loving is the ocean,
Kissing is the wet sand,
she's got the look.
And she goes:
na na na na na na na na.
Not that it matters much, but this just makes me happy.
So today I'm going on a nostalgic trip and we're going for a bit of Roxette. "The Look" is one of those that instantly takes me back to my early teens, possibly even further back. To a time when the world was a very different place. While things may have changed, we can still sneak back once in a while.
1-2-3-4
Walking like a man,
hitting like a hammer,
she's a juvenile scam.
Never was a quitter,
tasty like a raindrop,
she's got the look.
Heavenly bound
cause heaven's got a number
when she's spinning me around,
Kissing is a colour,
her loving is a wild dog,
she's got the look.
She's got the look.
She's got the look.
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl so blue.
When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you
and I go: la la la la la
she's got the look.
Fire in the ice,
naked to the T-bone
is a lover's disguise.
Banging on the head drum,
shaking like a mad bull,
she's got the look.
Swaying to the band,
moving like a hammer,
she's a miracle man.
Loving is the ocean,
Kissing is the wet sand,
she's got the look.
And she goes:
na na na na na na na na.
Not that it matters much, but this just makes me happy.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Friend of a Friend
I've spent quite a bit of time feeling a little green about the gills this past week. So rather than feel sorry for myself, I've instead re-tuned my guitars and have gotten back to playing (very, very badly) once again. It's been rather enjoyable and frustrating all at the same time. But that's the bane of poets and madmen. Or so I'll keep telling myself at least.
My Ibenz 12 string is a real beauty and if you're hitting the string right it just about sings. I've always been a real sucker for a real acoustic set, they always sound so much more genuine and honest somehow.
"Friend of a Friend" by the Foo Fighters is simply beautiful. It's pretty much his first impressions of his band mates at Nirvana, Kurt and Krist. I guess nobody ever really interrupted anyone, I suppose words are often of no real value at times.
For me this has a bit of a different spin. My guitars (barring one) don't really belong to me, they are still technically my brothers. These days when I play there's nobody around to hear (which is mostly a good thing). Of late I've pretty much locked myself away to play...
He needs a quiet room
With a lock to keep him in
It's just a quiet room
And he's there
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played
He's never been in love
But he knows just what love is
He said nevermind
And no-one speaks
He thinks he drinks too much
Cos when he tells his too best friends
'I think I drink too much'
No-one speaks
No-one speaks
No-one speaks
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played
When he plays
No-one speaks
No-one speaks
When he plays
No-one speaks
So I'll just keep playing away on my old guitar, behind locked doors where no-one speaks.
My Ibenz 12 string is a real beauty and if you're hitting the string right it just about sings. I've always been a real sucker for a real acoustic set, they always sound so much more genuine and honest somehow.
"Friend of a Friend" by the Foo Fighters is simply beautiful. It's pretty much his first impressions of his band mates at Nirvana, Kurt and Krist. I guess nobody ever really interrupted anyone, I suppose words are often of no real value at times.
For me this has a bit of a different spin. My guitars (barring one) don't really belong to me, they are still technically my brothers. These days when I play there's nobody around to hear (which is mostly a good thing). Of late I've pretty much locked myself away to play...
He needs a quiet room
With a lock to keep him in
It's just a quiet room
And he's there
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played
He's never been in love
But he knows just what love is
He said nevermind
And no-one speaks
He thinks he drinks too much
Cos when he tells his too best friends
'I think I drink too much'
No-one speaks
No-one speaks
No-one speaks
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played
When he plays
No-one speaks
No-one speaks
When he plays
No-one speaks
So I'll just keep playing away on my old guitar, behind locked doors where no-one speaks.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Earth Song
Today is World Rhino Day and while my views on conservation may not match most other people's feelings on the matter, a moment should still be taken to consider what we can and more importantly what we will do for the cause.
"Earth Song" by Michael Jackson asks all those questions that really needed to be asked. Do people really and truly care? I mean it's fine and well to sign all those online petitions... even to wear black on spring day... but when push comes to shove what would you really do? How far would you honestly go to make a difference? How much damage do we do by simply doing nothing?
What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain...
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shed before
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Earth these weeping shores?
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son...
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Earth these weeping shores
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don't know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Hey, what about yesterday
(What about us)
What about the seas
(What about us)
The heavens are falling down
(What about us)
I can't even breathe
(What about us)
What about apathy
(What about us)
I need you
(What about us)
What about nature's worth
(ooo, ooo)
It's our planet's womb
(What about us)
What about animals
(What about it)
We've turned kingdoms to dust
(What about us)
What about elephants
(What about us)
Have we lost their trust
(What about us)
What about crying whales
(What about us)
We're ravaging the seas
(What about us)
What about forest trails
(ooo, ooo)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by greed
(What about us)
What about the common man
(What about us)
Can't we set him free
(What about us)
What about children dying
(What about us)
Can't you hear them cry
(What about us)
Where did we go wrong
(ooo, ooo)
Someone tell me why
(What about us)
What about baby boy
(What about it)
What about the days
(What about us)
What about all their joy
(What about us)
What about the man
(What about us)
What about the crying man
(What about us)
What about Abraham
(What was us)
What about death again
(ooo, ooo)
Do we give a damn
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Pretend all you want, do you really give a damn?
"Earth Song" by Michael Jackson asks all those questions that really needed to be asked. Do people really and truly care? I mean it's fine and well to sign all those online petitions... even to wear black on spring day... but when push comes to shove what would you really do? How far would you honestly go to make a difference? How much damage do we do by simply doing nothing?
What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain...
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shed before
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Earth these weeping shores?
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son...
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war
Did you ever stop to notice
This crying Earth these weeping shores
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don't know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Hey, what about yesterday
(What about us)
What about the seas
(What about us)
The heavens are falling down
(What about us)
I can't even breathe
(What about us)
What about apathy
(What about us)
I need you
(What about us)
What about nature's worth
(ooo, ooo)
It's our planet's womb
(What about us)
What about animals
(What about it)
We've turned kingdoms to dust
(What about us)
What about elephants
(What about us)
Have we lost their trust
(What about us)
What about crying whales
(What about us)
We're ravaging the seas
(What about us)
What about forest trails
(ooo, ooo)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by greed
(What about us)
What about the common man
(What about us)
Can't we set him free
(What about us)
What about children dying
(What about us)
Can't you hear them cry
(What about us)
Where did we go wrong
(ooo, ooo)
Someone tell me why
(What about us)
What about baby boy
(What about it)
What about the days
(What about us)
What about all their joy
(What about us)
What about the man
(What about us)
What about the crying man
(What about us)
What about Abraham
(What was us)
What about death again
(ooo, ooo)
Do we give a damn
Aaaaaaaaah oooooooooo
Pretend all you want, do you really give a damn?
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
My Medicine
Ever feel like you're not quite with it? That somehow everything around us doesn't add up, or worse yet that when it does that it finally makes even less sense? This is the inspiration for today's tune.
I guess at times we're left feeling like we're not really knowing what's going on around us, almost as if we're taking a trip. Perhaps we want to be taking a trip? "My Medicine" by a The Pretty Reckless is one of those that tells the tale of that spiral. Neither downward or upward but never returning to the same point either.
While stimulants of all kinds may have an effect, it is those around us that can throw more into the mix than anything we could possibly inflict on ourselves. I'm not sure why that is, doubt I ever will.
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody mixed my medicine
You hurt where you sleep
And you sleep where you lie
Now you're in deep and
now you're gonna cry
You got a woman to the left
and a boy to the right
Start to sweat so hold me tight
Somebody mixed my medicine
I don't know what I'm on
Somebody mixed my medicine
But baby it's all gone
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody's in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine again, again
I'll drink what you leak
And I'll smoke what you sigh
Straight across the room with a look in your eye
I got a man to the left and a girl to the right
Start to sweat so hold me tight
Somebody mixed my medicine
I don't know what I'm on
Somebody mixed my medicine
But baby it's all gone
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody's in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine again, again
There's a tiger in the room
and a baby in the closet
Pour another drink mom
I don't even want it
Then I turn around and think I see
someone that looks like you
You hurt where you sleep
You sleep where you lie
Now you're in deep and
now you're gonna cry
You got a woman to the left
and a boy to the right
Start to sweat so hold me tight
Somebody mixed my medicine
I don't know what I'm on
Somebody mixed my medicine
But baby it's all gone
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody's in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine
again [x8]
Somebody mixed my medicine [x3]
Somebody's in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine
again [x3]
It really is so easy to have someone arrive and mix it all up, to not really know what you're on. Thankfully while often having negative effects, they can also be positive.
I guess at times we're left feeling like we're not really knowing what's going on around us, almost as if we're taking a trip. Perhaps we want to be taking a trip? "My Medicine" by a The Pretty Reckless is one of those that tells the tale of that spiral. Neither downward or upward but never returning to the same point either.
While stimulants of all kinds may have an effect, it is those around us that can throw more into the mix than anything we could possibly inflict on ourselves. I'm not sure why that is, doubt I ever will.
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody mixed my medicine
You hurt where you sleep
And you sleep where you lie
Now you're in deep and
now you're gonna cry
You got a woman to the left
and a boy to the right
Start to sweat so hold me tight
Somebody mixed my medicine
I don't know what I'm on
Somebody mixed my medicine
But baby it's all gone
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody's in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine again, again
I'll drink what you leak
And I'll smoke what you sigh
Straight across the room with a look in your eye
I got a man to the left and a girl to the right
Start to sweat so hold me tight
Somebody mixed my medicine
I don't know what I'm on
Somebody mixed my medicine
But baby it's all gone
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody's in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine again, again
There's a tiger in the room
and a baby in the closet
Pour another drink mom
I don't even want it
Then I turn around and think I see
someone that looks like you
You hurt where you sleep
You sleep where you lie
Now you're in deep and
now you're gonna cry
You got a woman to the left
and a boy to the right
Start to sweat so hold me tight
Somebody mixed my medicine
I don't know what I'm on
Somebody mixed my medicine
But baby it's all gone
Somebody mixed my medicine
Somebody's in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine
again [x8]
Somebody mixed my medicine [x3]
Somebody's in my head again
Somebody mixed my medicine
again [x3]
It really is so easy to have someone arrive and mix it all up, to not really know what you're on. Thankfully while often having negative effects, they can also be positive.
Monday, September 19, 2011
The Climb
Today's a little bit of an inspiration. I think we're often caught up in what we should be doing, where we should be going and where we need to be.
Isn't the most important bit actually completing the journey? How often have we traveled a path only to realise that once we've gotten to the end, the goal didn't really matter all that much? Having changed our point of view and ultimately ourselves along the way.
Today's song, "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus focuses on the challenges that we face. Not about getting to the top but simply going through the actual event itself. After all, we all have our mountains to climb, it's important to stop and take in the view once in a while.
I can almost see it.
That dream I'm dreaming, but
There's a voice inside my head saying
You'll never reach it
Every step I'm takin'
Every move I make
Feels lost with no direction,
My faith is shakin'
But I gotta keep tryin'
Gotta keep my head held high
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down, but
No I'm not breaking
I may not know it, but
These are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most
I've just gotta keep goin', and
I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on, but
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
Keep on movin'
Keep climbin'
Keep faith baby
It's all about, it's all about
The climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, woah
Didn't someone once say life's a journey, not a destination? Heck, take the long way home.
Isn't the most important bit actually completing the journey? How often have we traveled a path only to realise that once we've gotten to the end, the goal didn't really matter all that much? Having changed our point of view and ultimately ourselves along the way.
Today's song, "The Climb" by Miley Cyrus focuses on the challenges that we face. Not about getting to the top but simply going through the actual event itself. After all, we all have our mountains to climb, it's important to stop and take in the view once in a while.
I can almost see it.
That dream I'm dreaming, but
There's a voice inside my head saying
You'll never reach it
Every step I'm takin'
Every move I make
Feels lost with no direction,
My faith is shakin'
But I gotta keep tryin'
Gotta keep my head held high
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down, but
No I'm not breaking
I may not know it, but
These are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most
I've just gotta keep goin', and
I gotta be strong
Just keep pushing on, but
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side
It's the climb
Keep on movin'
Keep climbin'
Keep faith baby
It's all about, it's all about
The climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, woah
Didn't someone once say life's a journey, not a destination? Heck, take the long way home.
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