You get the car, I'll get the night off...

I'm sure I've posted this song before, but here it is again, a live version that's giving me the chills. Love this band. Have yet to see them in concert...



You get the car, I'll get the night off.
We'll get the chance..
to take the world apart and figure out how it works.
Don't let me know what you find out.
I need a car.. You need a guide who needs a map.
If I don't die or worse.. I'm gonna need a nap.
At best I'll be asleep when you get back.

I want to see it when you find out what comets, stars, and moons are all about.
I want to see their faces turn to backs of heads and slowly get smaller.
I want to see it now.

I want specifics on the general idea.
I want to think what I should know.
Want you to do to me what you showed.
I want to see movies of my dreams [Repeat: x2]

I want to see it when you get stoned on a cloudy breezy desert afternoon.
I want to see it untame itself and break its owner.
I want to see it now.
I want to see it now

obsessed

it's been so long since I've discovered a band and instantly fell in love. Tonight, that happened. Meet Alt-J:





Now dissolve me, two tabs on your tongue,
A herd of shepherds to herd the sheep, sleep now my only one.
Broken sweethearts who sleep apart
Both still pine for the other's side spine, spoon as sleep starts.
And pulse to pulse, now shush.

She makes the sound, the sound the sea makes to calm me down.

I am see-through, soap sliver you're so thin,
As I begin rubbing lathers up your state worsens on my skin.
And gold, fatless finger to lip, one two three four hush.
And pulse to pulse, now shush.

She makes the sound, the sound the sea makes to calm me down.
She makes the sound, the sound the sea makes, I am tired now.
She makes the sound the sea makes, knee-deep in the north sea (x8)

STARS

I want the whole damn world...

It was so eerie to be driving today and hear this new single from Edward Sharpe...



I'm a man on fire
walking through your street
with one guitar
and two dancing feet
There's only one desire
that's left in me
I want the whole damn world
to come and dance with me

....

Everybody wants safety
Everybody wants comfort
Everybody wants certain
Everybody but me...


I'm a man on fire
walking through your street
with one guitar
and two dancing feet
There's only one desire
that's left in me
I want the whole damn world
to come and dance with me

note to self:

"Tilt my chin back, slit my throat /Take a bath in my blood, get to know me...."

Alexander - Truth from Alexander on Vimeo.

I've shared this before but never posted the lyrics, and my post yesterday, about living "Your Own Damn Life," reminded me of this song....about the authentic experiences, the mistakes ("your darkness, my darkness") that make us who we are....about finding and having "faith in ourselves...." because what else is there?

"Truth" by Alexander Ebert

The truth is that I never shook my shadow
Every day it's trying to trick me into doing battle
Calling out 'faker' only get me rattled
Wanna pull me back behind the fence with the cattle
Building your lenses
Digging your trenches
Put me on the front line
Leave me with a dumb mind
With no defenses
But your defense is
If you can't stand to feel the pain then you are senseless

Since this,
I've grown up some
Different kinda fighter
And when the darkness come, let it inside you
Your darkness is shining
My darkness is shining
Have faith in myself
Truth.

I've seen a million numbered doors on the horizon
Now which is the future you choosen before you gone dying
I'll tell you about a secret I've been undermining
Every little lie in this world comes from dividing
Say you're my lover
say you're my homie
Tilt my chin back, slit my throat
Take a bath in my blood, get to know me
All out of my secrets
All my enemies are turning into my teachers

Because
Light's blinding
No way dividing
What's yours or mine when everything's shining
Your darkness is shining
My darkness is shining
Have faith in ourselves
Truth.

(Yeah)

Yes I'm only loving, only trying to only love
And yes, that's what I'm trying to is only loving

Yes I'm only loving, trying to only love
I swear to god I'm only trying to be loving

Yes I'm only lonely loving
And yes I'm only feeling only loving, only loving
Ya say it ain't loving, loving but my loving........

The King of Carrot Flowers

I love this song and its lyrics.

"The King of Carrot Flowers"

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

"May your love be your only religion / Preach it to us all"

Stumbled across this gem of a song today, "Biting Your Tail" by the incredibly talented Iron & Wine:

PLAY

May your eyes be wide and seeing
May you learn from the view where you're kneeling
Know the fear of the world that you're feeling
Is the fear of a slave
May you know how the fight was started
Won' as much for the snake as the garden
Wear them both like a glove that you can't wain

May your mouth betray your wisdom
May you get what they failed to mention
May your love be your only religion
Preach it to us all

May you lose what you offer gladly
May you worship the time and it's passing
Stars wont ever wait for you to watch them fall

We're the smoke on a burned horizon
We're the boat on a tide that's rising
Both the post and the pig you're tying
Put your gun for the blade
Someday we may all be happy
Someday all make a face worth slapping
Someday we may be shocked to be laughing
At the way we behave

May your hands be strong and willing
May you know when to speak and to listen
May you find every friend that you're missing
There's no check in the mail
May you end there bruised and purple
Know that peace is the shape of a circle
Around and around you go, biting your tail

Little children, the wind is whipping
Short hands on a clock still ticking
Both the egg and the red fox grinning
His belly full for the day

Someday we may all want nothing
And all together we'll get what's coming
Someday I'll say the world was something
That we just couldn't change

May your tongue be something wicked
Know your part in the calf and the killing
See straight through the captain you're kissing
Helm loose in his hand

May your words be well worth stealing
Put your hand on your heart when singing
The choir's sick of the song but they've still got to stand

"The Sea & the Rhythm"

It's a rainy Monday morning....this song puts peace in me (PLAY):

"The Sea & the Rhythm" by Iron & Wine

Tonight, we're the sea and the salty breeze
the milk from your breast is on my lips
and lovelier words from your mouth to me
when salty my sweat and fingertips

Our hands they seek the end of afternoon
My hands believe and move over you

Tonight, we're the sea and
the rhythm there
the waves and the wind and night is black
tonight we're the scent of your
long black hair
spread out like your breath
across my back
Your hands they move like waves over me
beneath the moon, tonight, we're the sea

Lightning crashes . . .

I feel I've been slacking on posts lately, and I have ideas and things I want to share right now, but I don't have much time because I have to shower before Little One wakes up. We have some appointments to keep today. In the mean time, I'll share a song you've most likely heard, but I like it and the lyrics make me feel all wishy-washy because it's about a baby being born and it's June now and last June my baby was born and yadda yadda yadda. . . you get the idea.

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door
.
lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall
.
oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.
.
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide

I just remember holding Evelyn, her face all swollen, and seeing those eyes look up at me, stare at me, confused.

"Livin' up, honey, it ain't that bad"

Everyone who knows me knows that I would rather not listen to music than listen to country music--and by country, I mean the pop-country that every other radio station plays--I think of Tim McGraw, Carrie Underwood, Brad Paisley, etc., etc. Ugh. I don't know why I can't stand it, but I can't. I do, however, love bluegrass music. I don't just enjoy listening to it, because I can never just listen to it; it infuses me with such energy that my entire body becomes a part of it and my feet and heart beat to its rhythm, like when I listen to this song:

Trampled by Turtles, Pert Near Sandstone, Charlie Parr, Beet Root Stew, etc., etc.--all great bands that make me feel so alive. And seeing them in concert is always an entirely sensuous experience that I can never seem to get enough of. I haven't seen Trampled by Turtles live, yet, but I sure plan on it.

Still..

...And Im waiting on an angel

And I know it wont be long...

So speak kind to a stranger

Cause you'll never know

It just might be an angel come

Knockin at your door

...And Im waiting on an angel

And I know it wont be long...

Hallelujah

...There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

-Leonard Cohen, "Hallelujah"