Sonnet

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

1928

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SOTD: Jump Little Children

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She wore out the feeling
With a tender killing
She paid for the blackout
I saw it rolling in.

Was I, was I
Watching over you, or
Watching you fall apart.

Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
Or just a hand to hold?
Did I, did I pull the wool over your eyes
Or keep you from the cold?

She came with a warning
She left with the morning
An eye on the doorway
A scar in the early light.

Was I, was I
Hanging on a word
Or was I just a messenger.

Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
Or just a hand to hold?
Did I, did I pull the wool over your eyes
Or keep you from the cold?

And every look upon your face
There was an element of grace
Did I read between the lines
Or erase?

Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
Or just a hand to hold?
Did I, did I pull the wool over your eyes
Or keep you from the cold?

Did I, did I?
Did I, did I?
Did I, did I?

Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
Or just a hand to hold?

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SOTD: Murray Head

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Bangkok, oriental setting
And the city don’t know that the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world
In a show with everything but Yul Brynner
Time flies, doesn’t seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change, don’t you know
That when you play at this level there’s no ordinary venue
It’s Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings
Or, or this place

One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a God in every golden cloister
And if you’re lucky then the God’s a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One town’s very like another
When your head’s down over your pieces, brother
(It’s a drag, it’s a bore, it’s really such a pity)
(To be looking at the board, not looking at the city)
What d’ya mean
You seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town
(Tea, girls, warm and sweet, sweet)
(Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite)
Get Thai’d! You’re talking to a tourist
Whose every move’s among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

Siam’s gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would
A muddy old river or reclining Buddha
Thank God I’m only watching the game, controlling it
I don’t see you guys rating
The kind of mate I’m contemplating
I’d let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you
So you better go back to your bars, your temples
Your massage parlors

One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a God in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me

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SOTD: Josh Ritter

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You must be living on wildfires
You must be living on wildfires
That’s why your eyes
Are smoke and ash

You must be living on earthquakes
You must be living on earthquakes
Must be why my heart breaks
Every time you pass

Oh no matter how I try
I just watch you blow by
In a laugh

You must be living on front lines
You must be living on front lines
Must be why sometimes
I can’t get past

You must be living on land mines
You must be living on land mines
Must be why you’re crying
Broken glass

Well no matter how I try
I gotta watch you blow by
In a laugh

With all your living on landslides
With all your living on flood tides
It’s a wonder how you rise
Above all that

Well no matter how I try
I gotta watch you blow by
In a laugh

Yeah no matter how I try
I gotta watch you blow by
In a laugh

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And Sometimes..

..I ignore my blog completely for more than a month. Let’s be honest, it is intentional. It isn’t truly a blog anyway. Right?

But there’s a reason you come here. I’m here because I own the place. I keep house, maintain the ambience, manage utilities, blah blah. My presence is required. But you, you’re a guest. Your presence here is optional. If you don’t want to come here, you don’t have to.

So maybe you’re here because you compulsively tap every link that makes its way into your social feed. Or maybe you’re here because you’re so deprived of invites to the newest, hottest and most exclusive social music clubs on the Internets that this is your only source for music discovery. That would truly be a sad state of affairs, my friend. (Btw, if we’re friends on Facebook, you can totally get in on turntable.fm. You’re welcome.)

Or maybe you come here on your own, “just to see”. But to see what?

Conscious or not, you’re looking for something. A minute ago, you were somewhere else, looking. Right now, you’re here. Looking. Maybe you play a few seconds of the song, maybe you read the lyrics, maybe the photos make sense and maybe they don’t. Maybe you’re reading between lines, or maybe you’re just killing time. Maybe..

So what are you looking for? And what makes you think you’re going to find it here?

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SOTD: Fleetwood Mac

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if i could
how can i
you can go your own way

tell me why
open up
you can go your own way

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Ever Punched a Mountain in its Face?

I have.

Picture/video proof to come..

ragnar (n.): in mythology and legend, a man, often of divine ancestry, who is endowed with great courage and strength, and celebrated for his bold exploits and favored by the gods.


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Either You’re Relay, or You’re Not.

Are you a relay runner? Do the words “Ragnar” or “Red Rock” make you giddy? Ever had conversations like these?

I have.

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SOTD: Mumford & Sons

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It’s empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you’ve left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

Because I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the Maker’s land

So make your siren’s call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Because I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it’s meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

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SOTD: Temper Trap

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