Daily Archives: July 20, 2011

Leonard Cohen – Sound of Silence (tribute to Paul Simon)



Lyrics by Gordon Jenkins/Nat Simon:

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach to you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.”
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.

Leonard Cohen – “Recitation (A Thousand Kisses Deep)” live in Philadelphia 5/12/09


The song A Thousand Kisses Deep on
Ten New Songs is based on this poem.

1. You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat.
You´d have to live alone to know
How good that feels, how sweet.
My mirror twin, my next of kin,
I´d know you in my sleep.
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep?

2. I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique –
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.

3. All soaked in sex, and pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
We made it to the forward deck
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked
A thousand kisses deep.

4. I know you had to lie to me,
I know you had to cheat.
But the Means no longer guarantee
The Virtue in Deceit.
That truth is bent, that beauty spent,
That style is obsolete –
Ever since the Holy Spirit went
A thousand kisses deep.

5. (So what about this Inner Light
That´s boundless and unique?
I´m slouching through another night
A thousand kisses deep.)

6. I´m turning tricks; I´m getting fixed,
I´m back on Boogie Street.
I tried to quit the business –
Hey, I´m lazy and I´m weak.
But sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go
A thousand kisses deep.

7. (And fragrant is the thought of you,
The file on you complete –
Except what we forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep.)

8. The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it´s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it´s real
A thousand kisses deep.

9. (I jammed with Diz and Dante
I did not have their sweep –
But once or twice, they let me play
A thousand kisses deep.)

10. And I´m still working with the wine,
Still dancing cheek to cheek.
The band is playing “Auld Lang Syne” –
The heart will not retreat.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep –
You ditch it all to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep.

11. And now you are the Angel Death
And now the Paraclete;
And now you are the Savior’s Breath
And now the Belsen heap.
No turning from the threat of love,
No transcendental leap –
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep.
–//–

The song is about accepting things we can’t change, and accepting a path we didn’t exactly envision for ourselves. (same theme as the traitor).

“Can’t return the gifts you were mean’t to keep”
You can’t pick and choose events, and gifts, life has a large element of choice, but accept the things you are meant to have.

“Summoned now to deal… …invincible defeat”
Down on your luck? Its the way it goes, accept it and live through it.

“No oceans left…”
Being a scavenger is like a fantasy, but there are no oceans, that is not who he is. “Consent to be wrecked” Accept your fates you cannot control and move forward from there.

He believes there is a quiet courage in accepting the path that is laid ahead of you, as you gather up your heart and go a thousand kisses deep.

Little Boxes



Voici le générique d’ouverture de l’épisode 4 de la saison 2 de la série américaine Weeds. Ici, la chanson “Little Boxes” est interprétée en français.


Paroles :

Il y a des rouges, des violettes
Et des vertes très coquettes
Elles sont toutes faites en ticky-tacky
Et elles sont toutes toutes pareilles

Et ces gens-là dans leurs boîtes
Vont tous à l’université
On les met tous dans des boîtes
Petites boîtes toutes pareilles

Il y a des médecins, des dentistes
Des hommes d’affaires et des avocats
Ils sont tous tous faits de ticky-tacky
Et ils sont tous tous pareils


Translation from the French lyrics :

There are red ones, purple ones
And green ones very charming
They are all made out of ticky-tacky
And they are all the same

And those people in their boxes
All go to the university
We put them all in boxes
Little boxes all the same

There are doctors, dentists,
Businessmen and lawyers
They are all made out of ticky-tacky
And they are all the same

When The Man Comes Around: Johnny Cash



There’s a man going around taking names

And he decides who to free and who to blame

Everybody won’t be treated all the same

There’ll be a golden ladder reaching down

When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up

At the terror in each sip and in each sup

Will you partake of that last offered cup?

Or disappear into the potter’s ground

When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singing

Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum

Voices calling, voices crying

Some are born and some are dying

It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chickens home

The wise man will bow down before the thrown

And at His feet they’ll cast their golden crowns

When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still

Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still

Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still

Listen to the words long written down

When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singing

Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum

Voices calling and voices crying

Some are born and some are dying

It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penny pound

When the Man comes around.

From: http://www.musicbabylon.com

Supper Time: Johnny Cash (Many Years Ago Indays Of Childhood)



When I was just a boy in days of childhood,
I used to

When I was just a boy in days of childhood,
I used to play till evening shadows come.
Then winding down an old familiar pathway,
I heard my mother call at set of sun:

Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
We’re going home at last.

One day beside her bedside I was kneeling,
And angel wings were winnowing the air.
She heard the call for supper time in heaven,
And I know she’s waiting for me there.

Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
We’re going home at last.

(Spoken)
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around suppertime
When my mother used to call
From the back steps of the old home place
Come on home now son it’s suppertime.
Ahhhh, but I’d loved to hear that once more
But you know for me, time has woven the realization of
The truth that’s even more thrilling,
And that’s when the call comes from the portals of glory
To come home for it’s suppertime.
When all God‘s children shall gather around the table
of the Lord, Himself and the greatest suppertime of them all.

In visions now I see her standing yonder,
And her familiar voice I hear once more.
The banquet table’s ready up in heaven,
It’s supper time upon the golden shore.

Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
We’re going home at last.

Lyrics and Music by Ira Stanphill  (c) 1950

Ira Forest Stanphill 1914 - 1993Ira Stanphill was a recognized as a musical prodigy by the age of 10.  By age 17, he was composing music, participating in revivals, crusades, and prayer meetings.  He graduated from junior college in Chillicothe, Missouri.  As a singing evangelist, he preached in over 40 countries.  He was inducted into the Gospel Music Hall of Fame in 1981.  His autobiography, This Side of Heaven was published in 1983.

play till evening shadows come.
Then winding down an old familiar pathway,
I heard my mother call at set of sun:

Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
We’re going home at last.

One day beside her bedside I was kneeling,
And angel wings were winnowing the air.
She heard the call for supper time in heaven,
And I know she’s waiting for me there.

Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
We’re going home at last.

(Spoken)
Some of the fondest memories of my childhood
Were woven around suppertime
When my mother used to call
From the back steps of the old home place
Come on home now son it’s suppertime.
Ahhhh, but I’d loved to hear that once more
But you know for me, time has woven the realization of
The truth that’s even more thrilling,
And that’s when the call comes from the portals of glory
To come home for it’s suppertime.
When all God’s children shall gather around the table
of the Lord, Himself and the greatest suppertime of them all.

In visions now I see her standing yonder,
And her familiar voice I hear once more.
The banquet table’s ready up in heaven,
It’s supper time upon the golden shore.

Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
The shadows lengthen fast.
Come home, come home,
It’s supper time,
We’re going home at last.

Lyrics and Music by Ira Stanphill  (c) 1950

Ira Forest Stanphill 1914 - 1993Ira Stanphill was a recognized as a musical prodigy by the age of 10.  By age 17, he was composing music, participating in revivals, crusades, and prayer meetings.  He graduated from junior college in Chillicothe, Missouri.  As a singing evangelist, he preached in over 40 countries.  He was inducted into the Gospel Music Hall of Fame in 1981.  His autobiography, This Side of Heaven was published in 1983.
(Source: http://www.gbgm-umc.org/holcombumc/suppertime.htm)

Little Wing


Quotation of the Day: Oscar Wilde – Existance and Independent Thinking


A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) Discuss

Today’s Birthday: Petrarch (1304)- “The Father of Humanism”


Petrarch (1304)

The “Father of Humanism,” Petrarch was the greatest scholar of his age. He traveled widely, visiting fellow scholars and searching out manuscripts, and wrote numerous lyrics, sonnets, and canzoni. His awareness of the classical past as a source of literary and philosophical meaning for the present left a lasting influence on European literature and paved the way for the Renaissance. Many of Petrarch’s poems are devoted to what woman, who awoke a lasting passion in him on Good Friday in 1327? More… Discuss

Maximilian Kolbe


Maximilian Kolbe

Kolbe was a Polish priest who in 1941 was starved and killed by the Nazis in Auschwitz after volunteering to take the place of a condemned stranger. Ordained in 1918, he founded the City of Mary Immaculate religious center and was the director of Poland‘s chief Catholic publishing complex. He was arrested by the Gestapo in 1939 and again in 1941 on charges of aiding Jews and the Polish underground. He was canonized in 1982 and declared a martyr of charity. Who was the man whose life Kolbe saved? More… Discuss

Primates’ Philosophy: He who smiles in a crisis has found someone to blame…


Therefore: He who’s sad in a crisis has been accused of something he never did!

Johnny Cash: When Papa Played The Dobro (Flatt / Scruggs)


Artist/Band: 

Johnny Cash

 

 

My papa was a hobo when they delivered me

We didn’t have a doctor cause he couldn’t pay the fee

But when the goin’ got too bad to ease his misery
Papa played the dobro this a way and he’d go

[ dobro ]

When company would come around he kept the dobro hid

He knew he couldn’t play the way the other players did

Why the guitar’s resonator was a gallon bucket lid

But papa played the dobro this a way and he’d go

[ dobro ]

Well now that papa’s gone away it’s hanging by the flue

The top of it’s rusted and the strings’re rusty too

It won’t ever sound the way that it did when it was new

When papa played the dobro this a way and he’d go

[ dobro ]