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Word: CONCEITED


conceited 

Definition: (adjective) Holding or characterized by an unduly high opinion of oneself.
Synonyms: swollen-headedegotisticalvain
Usage: She was a conceited, boastful old thing, and even misfortune could not humble her.

 

This Day in the Yesteryear: “IS PAUL MCCARTNEY DEAD?” (1969)


“Is Paul McCartney Dead?” (1969)

If one is to believe the rumors, the real Paul McCartney died at the height of Beatlemania and was secretly replaced by a double. The precise origins of this urban legend are unknown, but it gained traction at around the time that the band was breaking up. This is attributed in part to an article published in an Iowa university student newspaper addressing the rumors and pointing to supposed clues in the band’s music and album artwork that alluded to the rocker’s death. What are some examples? More…Discuss

 

MEASLES-LIKE VIRUS LIKELY BEHIND DOLPHIN DEATHS


Measles-Like Virus Likely Behind Dolphin Deaths

Scientists believe they have finally figured out what is causing the extensive dolphin die-off along the US east coast: a measles-like virus. In the past two months, more than 300 bottlenose dolphins have washed up dead or dying on beaches stretching from New York to North Carolina, about 10 times the average for this period. An outbreak of cetacean morbillivirus, which suppresses the immune system and leaves those affected vulnerable to other diseases, is thought to be responsible for the “unusual mortality event,” as it has been designated by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric AdministrationMore… Discuss

 

This Day in the Yesteryear: LYNCHING OF 14-YEAR-OLD BOY HELPS INSPIRE US CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT (1955)


Lynching of 14-Year-Old Boy Helps Inspire US Civil Rights Movement (1955)

At age 14, African-American Emmett Till was murdered in Mississippi after reportedly whistling at a white woman, Carolyn Bryant, in a grocery store. Her husband and his half-brother beat Till, shot him in the head, and dumped his body in the Tallahatchie River, weighing it down by tying a metal fan around his neck with barbed wire. Till’s body was pulled from the river three days later. What decision made by Till’s mother about her son’s funeral helped bring attention to his brutal murder? More… Discuss

 

SWALLOWABLE SENSOR TO TRACK PILL USE


Swallowable Sensor to Track Pill Use

People make mistakes, even when it comes to the most critical aspects of their lives. About half of all people fail to take medicines correctly, endangering their lives and costing health care systems millions of dollars. There are countless companies developing advanced technologies to help patients stick to their prescribed drug regimens, including one that is working on an ingestiblesensor that is embedded in a pill and activated when it comes in contact with stomach acid. The sensor then sends a signal to a patch, which passes it on to an application, identifying what medication was taken, when it was taken, and even what effect it is having. More… Discuss

Haydn Symphony No 103 ‘Drumroll’ E flat major Minkowski



The Symphony No. 103 in E-flat major, Hoboken 1/103, is the eleventh of the twelve so-called London Symphonies written by Joseph Haydn. This symphony is nicknamed “The Drumroll”, after the long roll on the timpani with which it begins.
Composition and premiere
The symphony was the last but one of twelve that were composed for performance in England during Haydn’s two journeys there (1791–1792, 1794–1795). Haydn’s music was well known in England well before the composer traveled there, and members of the British musical public had long expressed the wish that Haydn would visit. The composer’s reception in England was in fact very enthusiastic, and the English visits were one of the most fruitful and happy periods of the composer’s life. Haydn composed the “Drumroll” Symphony while living in London during the winter of 1794–1795. Continue reading

Francesco De Gregori – La casa di Hilde



Per Giorgio Lo Cascio questa era una delle canzoni più belle scritte da De Gregori ed io la penso allo stesso modo. Ricorda una canzone di Leonard Cohen( Story of Isaac) dove c’è un verso( “I was running, he was walking”) identico a “”Lui camminava ed io correvo” presente nella canzone di De Gregori

 

LEONARD COHEN : Story of Isaac (“…thought I saw an eagle…couldn’t been a vulture…”)



LEONARD COHEN LYRICS

“Story Of Isaac”

The door it opened slowly, 
my father he came in, 
I was nine years old. 
And he stood so tall above me, 
his blue eyes they were shining 
and his voice was very cold. 
He said, “I’ve had a vision 
and you know I’m strong and holy, 
I must do what I’ve been told.” 
So he started up the mountain, 
I was running, he was walking, 
and his axe was made of gold. 
Well, the trees they got much smaller, 
the lake a lady’s mirror, 
we stopped to drink some wine. 
Then he threw the bottle over. 
Broke a minute later 
and he put his hand on mine. 
Thought I saw an eagle 
but it might have been a vulture, 
I never could decide. 
Then my father built an altar, 
he looked once behind his shoulder, 
he knew I would not hide. 

You who build these altars now 
to sacrifice these children, 
you must not do it anymore. 
A scheme is not a vision 
and you never have been tempted 
by a demon or a god. 
You who stand above them now, 
your hatchets blunt and bloody, 
you were not there before, 
when I lay upon a mountain 
and my father’s hand was trembling 
with the beauty of the word. 

And if you call me brother now, 
forgive me if I inquire, 
“Just according to whose plan?” 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will kill you if I must, 
I will help you if I can. 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will help you if I must, 
I will kill you if I can. 
And mercy on our uniform, 
man of peace or man of war
the peacock spreads his fan.

Bob Dylan – A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall


BOB DYLAN LYRICS

“A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall”

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what’ll you do now my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singing
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

 

 

Bucurestiul interbelic 2 : Mana birjar….



Mana birjar…si du-ma-n noapte…cat mai departe…oriunde-ai vrea…Imagini din Bucurestiul de altadata(micul Paris i se spunea pe-atunci)insotite de o frumoasa si romantica melodie a acelor vremuri.Era o lume mirifica,plina de farmec,fiecare straduta avea o poveste a ei,pacat ca nu m-am nascut in acele timpuri,inca mai exista respect,educatie,civilizatie !lumea-n care traim acum este una fara farmec,plina de rautate si invidie,o lume violenta si neprimitoare…ce pacat !

Wishmaster (1997) – Fear the djinn (this goes to Einstein, who’s awaken the djinn: Why Albert, why? )



Once, in a time before time, God breathed life into the universe. And the light gave birth to Angels. And the earth gave birth to Man. And the fire gave birth to the Djinn, creatures condemned to dwell in the void between the worlds. One who wakes a Djinn shall be given three wishes. Upon the granting of the third, the unholy legions of the Djinn shall be freed to rule the earth. Fear one thing in all there is…fear the Djinn.
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This is a horror movie… Some of the effects not recommended for squeemish folk!

The Intro to one of my favorite movies, produced by Wes Craven. This clip has the first of many cameos from various other horror franchise actors in the film. The Narrator being the actor who plays the ‘Tallman’ in Phantasm.

 

LEONARD COHEN : Story of Isaac Listen to the Jaw harp- we call that “drmba” in Romanian!)



 Send “Story Of Isaac” to your Cell 
Story Of Isaac, by Leonard Cohen

The door it opened slowly, 
My father he came in, 
I was nine years old. 
And he stood so tall above me, 
His blue eyes they were shining 
And his voice was very cold. 
He said, “i’ve had a vision 
And you know I’m strong and holy, 
I must do what i’ve been told.” 
So he started up the mountain, 
I was running, he was walking, 
And his axe was made of gold. 
Well, the trees they got much smaller, 
The lake a lady’s mirror, 
We stopped to drink some wine. 
Then he threw the bottle over. 
Broke a minute later 
And he put his hand on mine. 
Thought I saw an eagle 
But it might have been a vulture, 
I never could decide. 
Then my father built an altar, 
He looked once behind his shoulder, 
He knew I would not hide. 

You who build these altars now 
To sacrifice these children, 
You must not do it anymore. 
A scheme is not a vision 
And you never have been tempted 
By a demon or a god. 
You who stand above them now, 
Your hatchets blunt and bloody, 
You were not there before, 
When I lay upon a mountain 
And my father’s hand was trembling 
With the beauty of the word. 

And if you call me brother now, 
Forgive me if I inquire, 
“Just according to whose plan?” 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will kill you if I must, 
I will help you if I can. 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will help you if I must, 
I will kill you if I can. 
And mercy on our uniform, 
Man of peace or man of war, 
The peacock spreads his fan…

 Send “Story Of Isaac” to your Cell 

 

Nicola Matteis Diverse bizzarie Sopra la Vecchia Sarabanda



Nicola Matteis (c. 1650 – 1700)

Nicola Matteis Diverse bizzarie Sopra la Vecchia Sarabanda o pur Ciaccona

Amandine Beyer, baroque violin
Gli Incogniti (on Period-Instruments)

Zig-Zag Territoires

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Biography by Joseph Stevenson from : http://www.arkivmusic.com

Nicola Matteis was the leading violin virtuoso in the London scene in the last part of the seventeenth century and a minor composer of considerable popularity in his time. Practically nothing is known of his early life. He arrived in England in the early 1670s and he appears to have been too shy or reserved in his initial appearances, for the merchant who sponsored him had to get him “to be free, easy and familiar, and to let Gentlemen, not the best hands, to have his company in consorts.” In other words, to let amateurs with not too much ability sit in, provided they had useful amounts of clout.

He was credited with changing the English taste for violin playing from the French style to a newer Italian approach to the instrument. His reputation grew through the 1670s and 1680s and resulted in popularity of his growing list of published works. However, it is difficult to track his career as he was apparently not interested in applying for jobs in royal service. If he had applied or received such a position, the fact would have been recorded in Lord Chamberlain’s Office. His only mention there is as a potential founder of the proposed Royal Academy (with Draghi, Finger, Purcell, and others), a project that never came to be. His compositions are lively, well-crafted, and expressive and are all in the form of instrumental music and a few songs. Matteis tended to give precise instructions with his published music, knowing that many of his customers were amateurs. He provided bowing instructions, explanations of ornaments, tempos, and other directions in prefaces to his publications. These are valuable resources for scholars reconstructing performance practices of the time.

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SADHU


Sadhu

In Hinduism, a sadhu is a wandering holy man dedicated to achieving the fourth and final Hindu goal of life, moksha—liberation from the cycle of death and reincarnation—through meditation and the contemplation of Brahman, the ultimate reality of the universe. They are typically mystics, ascetics, yogis, or itinerant monks who have renounced life in society to focus instead on spirituality. In Sanskrit, sadhu means “good,” “right,” or “holy.” How many sadhus are there in IndiaMore… Discuss

A tale about the daily life of Gajender Gipi Mharai, a naga sadhu, at Kumbh Mela in Haridwar, India.

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Gabriel Fauré – Pavane in F-sharp minor, Op. 50.



The Pavane in F-sharp minor, Op. 50, is a composition for orchestra and optional chorus by the French composer Gabriel Fauré, written in 1887. Obtaining its rhythm from the slow processional Spanish court dance of the same name, the Pavane ebbs and flows from a series of harmonic and melodic climaxes, conjuring a cool, somewhat haunting, Belle Époque elegance. The piece is scored for only modest orchestral forces consisting of strings and one pair each of flutes, oboes, clarinets, bassoons, and horns. A typical performance lasts around seven minutes.

Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra
Sir Simon Rattle

 

So it shall be written (poetic thought by George-B)


 

And even if we were to understand,
The simplest notions,
It would be for a fraction of a second…
Then, with the wisdom of the fish,
we continue to rush around ourselves,
As happy balanced electrons,
Aimlessly searching for novelty, in a decaying pass
An, without doubt, lost cause of universal challenge

You say brain over matter
I say matter over matter, brain or no brain…

So what if there were to be a brain here, what if an
Infinity of changes took place or will?
For this show,
we live shorter than the shortest flick of desire,
emanated by the most uninsignificantly fundamental
unquantifiable particle-
Only thing that lives on is the insignificance of it…

 “So it was written, So it will be told”

Ron Carter – The Shadow Of Your Smile



Ron Carter (born May 4, 1937) is an American jazz double-bassist. His appearances on over 2,500 albums make him one of the most-recorded bassists in jazz history, along with Milt Hinton, Ray Brown and Leroy Vinnegar. Carter is also an acclaimed cellist who has recorded numerous times on that instrument.

Ron Carter est un contrebassiste de jazz américain né le 4 mai 1937 à Ferndale dans l’État du Michigan. Le son unique de sa musique et ses fameux déhanchements ont fait de lui une figure légendaire du jazz ainsi qu’un musicien demandé. Ses contributions sur plus de 2 500 albums en font l’un des contrebassistes les plus enregistrés de l’histoire du jazz. Ron Carter est devenu célèbre en jouant avec Miles Davis.

 

English: Ron Carter Band in Tel Aviv, Israel

English: Ron Carter Band in Tel Aviv, Israel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Take Five – The Dave Brubeck Quartet (1959) (Check out Rodrigo Y Gabriela’s Take 5 too!)



Take Five” is a jazz piece written by Paul Desmond and performed by The Dave Brubeck Quartet on their 1959 album “Time Out”. Recorded at Columbia’s 30th Street Studios in New York City on June 25, July 1, and August 18, 1959, this piece became one of the group’s best-known records, famous for its distinctive, catchy saxophone melody and use of the unusual quintuple (5/4) time, from which its name is derived. While “Take Five” was not the first jazz composition to use this meter, it was one of the first in the United States to achieve mainstream significance, reaching number five on Billboard’s Adult Contemporary Singles chart. “Take Five” was re-recorded and performed live multiple times by The Dave Brubeck Quartet throughout the group’s career. In addition, there have been various covers of the piece. “Take Five” has also been included in countless movies and television soundtracks, and still receives significant radio play. Upon his death in 1977, Desmond left the rights to royalties for his performances and compositions, including “Take Five”, to the American Red Cross, which has since received combined royalties of approximately $100,000 per year. “Time Out” is a 1959 album by The Dave Brubeck Quartet, Continue reading

Today’s Birthday: SYLVANUS GRISWOLD MORLEY (1883)


Sylvanus Griswold Morley (1883)

Morley was an American archaeologist who studied pre-Columbian Maya civilization throughout Central America, including at Copán, Honduras, Petén, Guatemala, and Chichén Itzá, Mexico. Though his archaeological work was widely recognized during his lifetime, it was only after his death that his other career was revealed—Morley worked as a spy for the US during World War I by searching for German submarine bases in Central America. His adventurous life may have inspired what famous film character? More… Discuss

 

MUTANT COCKROACHES EVOLVE BAIT AVOIDANCE MECHANISM


Female German Cockroach with ootheca.

Female German Cockroach with ootheca. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Mutant Cockroaches Evolve Bait Avoidance Mechanism

Cockroaches have survived and thrived on Earth for hundreds of millions of years, but the hardy pests do—or at least did—have one fatal flaw: a sweet tooth. For years, humans have exploited this weakness in their efforts to fight cockroach infestations, baiting the pests with glucose-coated insecticide. Unfortunately, it seems that at least some German cockroaches have evolved a protective aversion to glucose, perceiving it as bitter rather than sweet. More… Discuss

I Carry Your Heart With Me by E.E.Cummings – Poetry Reading


Published on Jun 7, 2012

I Carry Your Heart With Me — A poem by E.E.Cummings.

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet ) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

____________//____________//__________

About the poet

Edward Estlin Cummings (1894 — 1962) was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. He was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA. Cummings’ poetry often deals with themes of love and nature, as well as the relationship of the individual to the masses and to the world. Modernism prevailed major part of his work. 

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Mark Twain’s “Satan’s Letter”


From “Letters From The Earth” by Mark Twain

This is a strange place, and extraordinary place, and interesting. There is nothing resembling it at home. The people are all insane, the other animals are all insane, the earth is insane, Nature itself is insane. Man is a marvelous curiosity. When he is at his very very best he is a sort of low grade nickel-plated angel; at is worst he is unspeakable, unimaginable; and first and last and all the time he is a sarcasm. Yet he blandly and in all sincerity calls himself the “noblest work of God.” This is the truth I am telling you. And this is not a new idea with him, he has talked it through all the ages, and believed it. Believed it, and found nobody among all his race to laugh at it.

Moreover — if I may put another strain upon you — he thinks he is the Creator‘s pet. He believes the Creator is proud of him; he even believes the Creator loves him; has a passion for him; sits up nights to admire him; yes, and watch over him and keep him out of trouble. He prays to Him, and thinks He listens. Isn’t it a quaint idea? Fills his prayers with crude and bald and florid flatteries of Him, and thinks He sits and purrs over these extravagancies and enjoys them. He prays for help, and favor, and protection, every day; and does it with hopefulness and confidence, too, although no prayer of his has ever been answered. The daily affront, the daily defeat, do not discourage him, he goes on praying just the same. There is something almost fine about this perseverance. I must put one more strain upon you: he thinks he is going to heaven!

He has salaried teachers who tell him that. They also tell him there is a hell, of everlasting fire, and that he will go to it if he doesn’t keep the Commandments. What are Commandments? They are a curiosity. I will tell you about them by and by.

George Enescu – Piano Quintet (1940): Performed by The Solomon Ensemble



Performed by The Solomon Ensemble.

Panting Info – “Ancient Bridge” by Blinck on deviantart. 

I. Con Moto Molto Moderato00:00
II. Andante sostenuto E Cantabile - 9:39
III. Vivace Ma Non Troppo - 21:44

Lauded as a violinist during his lifetime, George Enescu was a true all-round musician, as his pupil and devotee Yehudi Menuhin attested on numerous occasions, whose strongest wish was to enjoy comparable recognition as a composer. Despite early success, notably the two Romanian Rhapsodies of 1901, his work found real appreciation only among a number of fellow musicians and admirers. Prolific in his youth, the demands of performance and administration, not to mention upheavals in his personal life and those in his beloved Romania, slowed his creativity so that he was able to complete little more than a dozen major compositions after World War One. Yet the intrinsic quality of these works, bringing together an innate understanding of the Classical masters with the achievements of the French and German Romanticists, and transcending notions of the radical and conservative in music, has led to a gradual resurgence of interest over the past two decades.

Enescu’s mature work is of a density of thought and subtlety of expression to demand repeated listening. His themes, while rarely drawing attention to themselves, are capable of far-reaching transformation both across and between movements. Tonally elusive, the music is rarely without a sense of key to ground and direct the underlying argument. A notable feature of his major works is the final-movement coda, an intense and often lengthy process, which combines the salient themes of a work and completes the tonal process in an often rhetorical, though never bombastic fashion. Such qualities are very much in evidence in the two works featured on the present disc.

In common with several of Enescu’s later works, the Piano Quintet, dedicated to the memory of Elena Bibescu, the Romanian princess and pianist who had given much support to the composer during his years in Paris at the turn of the century, had a protracted genesis. Numerous drafts anticipate its completion around September 1940, though only the first movement is dated and the work was not performed in the composer’s lifetime. In size and scope, it recalls the First String Quartet (1920) in its expansiveness and overall emotional sweep. The powerfully restrained Con moto molto moderato first movement sustains concentration over a lengthy time-span through an involved developing of its two main themes, replete with subtle contrasts in mood and pacing.

The succeeding Vivace ma non troppo is more animated in every respect, alternating a robust, dance-like main theme with episodes of a more inward nature. Reminiscences of the first movement gradually emerge, however: its passionate yearning finally combining with the second movement’s energy as a grand apotheosis is reached, the work then drawing to a decisive, even defiant conclusion. Exemplifying a potent expressive focus and textural finesse, the Piano Quintet had to wait until 1964 for its premiere, which took place in Bucharest.

About publishing blogs


1. First they make you think that they may have an authority, to claim your work,   for their publishing blog

2. Then they exclude your talent, without a reason,

3. Now they got the power, and control over your work, even if you don’t see it.

4. Therefore, now you allowed them to be your creative master: Why would you let that happen? 

5. Finally now they have something you lost: your creativity, your self! 

Just a Thought…On claims of talent to find talent (or if you have no talent…use others!)


“One,

Surrounding oneself
with
Other people’s creativity
Authentic people, with authentic creativity,

Doesn’t make one more creative than a
Black Hole
In fact any vacuum cleaner is ten folds more creative!”

George B.

Having any morality is better than being amoral!


Having any morality is better than being amoral! (who care about in what degree?) 

Swimming pool bossa party – Mario Nascimbene (Theme from: Dick Smart 2007 (1967) – directed by Franco Prosperi)



Theme from:
Dick Smart 2007 (1967) – directed by Franco Prosperi

Missy Higgins: “Scar”


Missy Higgins Scar

Missy Higgins
Scar Music Video

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Scar

He left a card and a bar of soap with 
scrubbing brush next to a note,
That said “use these down to your bones”.
And before I knew I had shiny skin and
it felt easy being clean like him,
I thought “this one knows better than I do”

A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
He tried to cut me so I’d fit

And doesn’t that sound familiar?
Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver; the way things could’ve gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar that everyone wants a little more.
So that I do remember to never go that far,

Could you leave me with a scar ah-ah?

So the next one came with a bag of treats,
She smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea
She told me don’t, trust them trust me.
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one,
Looked at my insides clicking her tongue,

And said “This will all have to come undone”.

A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle,
She tried to blunt me so I’d fit.

And doesn’t that sound familiar?
Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver;
the way things could have gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar, 
that everyone wants a little more?
So that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?

I think I realized just in time,
about my old self was hard to find.
You can bathe me in your finest wine but I’ll never give you mine.
‘Cos I’m a little bit tired of fearing that
I’ll be the bad fruit nobody buys,
Tell me, did you think we’d all dream the same?

And doesn’t that sound familiar?
Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver;
the way things could have gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar 
that everyone wants a little more?
so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
could you leave me with a scar? ah-ah-ah.

Missy Higgins Where I Stood



KCRW (Morning Becomes Eclectic)2007-10-17

MISSY HIGGINS LYRICS

“Where I Stood” (Missy Higgins)

I don’t know what I’ve done
Or if I like what I’ve begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it’s all or none

There were sounds in my head
LIttle voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening

‘Cos I don’t know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don’t know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
‘Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

See I thought love was black and white
That it was wrong or it was right
But you ain’t leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside

‘Cos I don’t know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don’t know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
‘Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

And I won’t be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do

‘Cos I don’t know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don’t know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
‘Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
Oh, she who dares to stand where I stood

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Regina Spektor – Long brown hair


Published on Apr 12, 2012

regina spektor – Long Brown Hair (Live)

Recorded: 15th October 2004, Housing Works

Lyrics:

She had long brown hair
All down her breast
Made me think about my future
Made me think about my past
She was so pretty
As pretty as can be
And I thought:
“My god, why shouldn’t it be me?”

Her skin was tight, her manner was free
She gave me that look that seemed to say:
“Hey you, look at me!”
Her smile was crooked and good
As she sucked her Capri
And I thought:
“My god, why shouldn’t it be me?”

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon god
Why shouldn’t it be me?

Her body was free!

Don’t tell me what’s proper
Anyone can see
I wasn’t even her first, so don’t blame it on me
She was so pretty, as pretty as can be
And I thought: 
“My god, why shouldn’t it be me?”

Oh c’mon, just this once, lord!
Why shouldn’t it be me?

Her body was free!

You know what the bible says?
I’ll tell you what it says
It says:
“Don’t put a stumbling block in front of someone who can’t see
Don’t put a beautiful body in front of someone who’s hungry,”

She was so pretty
As pretty as can be
And I thought:
“My god, why shouldn’t it be me?”

C’mon lord, why shouldn’t it be me?

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LEONARD COHEN : Story of Isaac (“…A scheme is not a vision…”)


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Story of Isaac Leonard Cohen 

The door it opened slowly,
My father he came in,was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
His blue eyes they were shining
And his voice was very cold.
He said, I’ve had a vision
And you know I’m strong and holy,
I must do what I’ve been told.
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
And his axe was made of gold.

Well, the trees they got much smaller,
The lake a lady’s mirror,
We stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
But it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
He looked once behind his shoulder,
He knew I would not hide.

You who build these altars now
To sacrifice these children,
You must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
Your hatchets blunt and bloody,
You were not there before,
When I lay upon a mountain
And my father’s hand was trembling
With the beauty of the word.

And if you call me brother now,
Forgive me if I inquire,
Just according to whose plan? 
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
Man of peace or man of war,
The peacock spreads his fan.

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