Love, I see you there
Adrift on the air
Floating by the open window
Ah, the sentiment of love
Reflections that speak of
What can enter when our hearts are open
Here, witnesses appear
And recognize how sacred love can be when stated
Shared, shown for all to see
The beauty that can be
When love is cultivated
Well our love is a sacred thing
Like the mysteries of the night
In the darkness unwavering
And still so strong come the light
Well our love is an infinite thing
Like the sun's last ray on the sea
As it sets low in the west
And the moon rises
Love, I see you there
Adrift on the air
Floating by the open window
Ah, the sentiment of love
Reflections that speak of
What can enter when our hearts are open
Here, witnesses appear
And recognize how sacred love can be when stated
Shared, shown for all to know
The beauty that can grow
When love is cultivated
Well our love is a sacred thing
Like the mysteries of the night
In the darkness unwavering
And still so strong come the light
Well our love is an infinite thing
Like the sun's last ray on the sea
As it sets low in the west
And the moon rises
Back after a few weeks hiatus to bring you Sarah Harmer's "Open Window (The Wedding Song)," off her solo debut album You Were Here. Unfortunately, YouTube hasn't scored a video of Sarah performing, but then, a gem, Feist performing same.
Enjoy.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Bonus Song of the Week!
In 1841, me corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I am weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In 1842 from Hartlepoole
I moved to Crewe
And I found myself a job to do
Working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
In 1843 I broke me shovel across me knee
And I went to work with the company
On the Leeds and Selvy Railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
In 1844 I landed on the Liverpool shore
Me belly was empty, me hands were raw
With working on the railway, the railway
I am weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In 1845 when Danny O'Connell he was alive
Danny O'Connell he was alive
And working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
In 1846 I changed my trade from carrying bricks
I changed my trade from carrying bricks
To working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
In 1847 poor Paddy was thinking of going to heaven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to heaven
To work upon the railway, the Milky Way
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
This week’s Bonus Song of the Week is the traditional Irish tune "Poor Paddy (Works on the Railway)," performed in the above video by The Dubliners with Luke Kelly. A live version by Kelly and the Dubliners can be found here. The song has been performed by countless Irish music bands, from The Black Velvet Band to The Pogues.
Post Scriptum: Is it just me, or is Shane McGowan looking a bit like Dennis Leary in that last clip?
Post Post Scriptum: If I wasn’t a Dennis Leary fan already, this would make me a fan. It just might make him my favorite comedian ever.
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I am weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In 1842 from Hartlepoole
I moved to Crewe
And I found myself a job to do
Working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
In 1843 I broke me shovel across me knee
And I went to work with the company
On the Leeds and Selvy Railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
In 1844 I landed on the Liverpool shore
Me belly was empty, me hands were raw
With working on the railway, the railway
I am weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In 1845 when Danny O'Connell he was alive
Danny O'Connell he was alive
And working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
In 1846 I changed my trade from carrying bricks
I changed my trade from carrying bricks
To working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
In 1847 poor Paddy was thinking of going to heaven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to heaven
To work upon the railway, the Milky Way
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches,
Digging ditches, pulling switches, dodging hitches
I was working on the railway
This week’s Bonus Song of the Week is the traditional Irish tune "Poor Paddy (Works on the Railway)," performed in the above video by The Dubliners with Luke Kelly. A live version by Kelly and the Dubliners can be found here. The song has been performed by countless Irish music bands, from The Black Velvet Band to The Pogues.
Post Scriptum: Is it just me, or is Shane McGowan looking a bit like Dennis Leary in that last clip?
Post Post Scriptum: If I wasn’t a Dennis Leary fan already, this would make me a fan. It just might make him my favorite comedian ever.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Robertus' Song of the Week!
I got sunburned waiting for the jets to land
Circus people with hairy little hands
Hit it boys, strike up the Army band
I got sunburned waiting for the jets
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
I can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
Fiery pianos wash up on a foggy coast
Squeaky old organs have given up the ghost
Fire them up and kill the piano birds
There's creaky old organs burning on the coast
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
I can't seem to breath with a rusted metal heart
I can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
This week’s Song of the Week is “Piano Fire” by Sparklehorse, featuring PJ Harvey. I would have liked to post something from PJ Harvey's upcoming album, but the sound quality on the live Youtube clips leaves something to be desired. Like quality. So, until I get a better listen to the new materials, enjoy!
Post Scriptum: Scott writes in to remind me that I didn't do a Song of the Week last week. Look for a BONUS SONG OF THE WEEK tomorrow!
Circus people with hairy little hands
Hit it boys, strike up the Army band
I got sunburned waiting for the jets
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
I can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
Fiery pianos wash up on a foggy coast
Squeaky old organs have given up the ghost
Fire them up and kill the piano birds
There's creaky old organs burning on the coast
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
I can't seem to breath with a rusted metal heart
I can't seem to see through solid marble eyes
This week’s Song of the Week is “Piano Fire” by Sparklehorse, featuring PJ Harvey. I would have liked to post something from PJ Harvey's upcoming album, but the sound quality on the live Youtube clips leaves something to be desired. Like quality. So, until I get a better listen to the new materials, enjoy!
Post Scriptum: Scott writes in to remind me that I didn't do a Song of the Week last week. Look for a BONUS SONG OF THE WEEK tomorrow!
Friday, June 29, 2007
Robertus' Song of the Week
Slow it down some
No split clown bum
Your gold hit sound dumb
Hold it now!!! Crown 'Em
Where you found them at?
Got 'em 'round town
Could've drowned in it
Woulda floated bloated
Voted sugar coated
Loaded hip shooter
Draw for the poor
Free coffee at the banks
Hit through the straw
None more for me, thanks
That blanks the raw
That dank sure stank lit
Sank passed the pit for more hardcore prank spit
Crank it on blast
Roll past Front Street
Blew the whole spot
Like some old ass with skunk meat
These kids is too fast
Juiced off of junk treat
Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat?
Something has started today
Where did it go, while you wanted to be?
Well you know November has come when
When it's gone away
Something has started today
Where did it go, while you wanted to be?
Well you know November has come when
When it's gone away
(baha) Can you dig it like a spigot
My guess is yes you can like, can I kick it?
wicked liquor shot
If you happy and you know it
As you clap your hands to the thick snot of a poet flow it
Broke a pen and I'm in
cope hymen
Doper rhymin more worth it than
The Hope diamond
Acquired off the black market
Or wire tappin
Couldn't target a jar of spit
The rapid fire spark lit
zzzzt!
A rapper bug zapper
And it don't matter after if they's a thug or dapper.
Plug yer trap or it's maximum exposure
The beast got family members asking 'em for closure
Aw, send 'em a gun an tell em clean it
Then go get the nun who said her son didn't mean it
She wore a filled-in thong
A billabong
And said, nah, fo'realla
The Villain on a Gorilla jawn?
Something has started today
Where did it go, while you wanted to be?
Well you know November has come when
When it's gone away
Something has started today
Where did it go, while you wanted to be?
Well you know November has come when
When it's gone away
This week's Song of the Week is "November Has Come" by The Gorillaz, with a guest appearance by MF Doom (of Madvillain and, more recently, Danger Doom). For my money, this live performance is better, but then again, I'm not paying any money for this.
Enjoy!
Post Scriptum: Unfortunately, Big Brother isn't allowing me onto the Stones Throw web site ("MP3 and Audio Download Service"), so I can't verify the Safe For Workitude of it (so BEWARE!). That WebSense is not letting me on the WebSense website speaks volumes.
No split clown bum
Your gold hit sound dumb
Hold it now!!! Crown 'Em
Where you found them at?
Got 'em 'round town
Could've drowned in it
Woulda floated bloated
Voted sugar coated
Loaded hip shooter
Draw for the poor
Free coffee at the banks
Hit through the straw
None more for me, thanks
That blanks the raw
That dank sure stank lit
Sank passed the pit for more hardcore prank spit
Crank it on blast
Roll past Front Street
Blew the whole spot
Like some old ass with skunk meat
These kids is too fast
Juiced off of junk treat
Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat?
Something has started today
Where did it go, while you wanted to be?
Well you know November has come when
When it's gone away
Something has started today
Where did it go, while you wanted to be?
Well you know November has come when
When it's gone away
(baha) Can you dig it like a spigot
My guess is yes you can like, can I kick it?
wicked liquor shot
If you happy and you know it
As you clap your hands to the thick snot of a poet flow it
Broke a pen and I'm in
cope hymen
Doper rhymin more worth it than
The Hope diamond
Acquired off the black market
Or wire tappin
Couldn't target a jar of spit
The rapid fire spark lit
zzzzt!
A rapper bug zapper
And it don't matter after if they's a thug or dapper.
Plug yer trap or it's maximum exposure
The beast got family members asking 'em for closure
Aw, send 'em a gun an tell em clean it
Then go get the nun who said her son didn't mean it
She wore a filled-in thong
A billabong
And said, nah, fo'realla
The Villain on a Gorilla jawn?
Something has started today
Where did it go, while you wanted to be?
Well you know November has come when
When it's gone away
Something has started today
Where did it go, while you wanted to be?
Well you know November has come when
When it's gone away
This week's Song of the Week is "November Has Come" by The Gorillaz, with a guest appearance by MF Doom (of Madvillain and, more recently, Danger Doom). For my money, this live performance is better, but then again, I'm not paying any money for this.
Enjoy!
Post Scriptum: Unfortunately, Big Brother isn't allowing me onto the Stones Throw web site ("MP3 and Audio Download Service"), so I can't verify the Safe For Workitude of it (so BEWARE!). That WebSense is not letting me on the WebSense website speaks volumes.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Robertus' Song of the Week
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
it says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ
This week’s SotW is “Panic” by The Smiths. A classic!
Whilst out for lunch this afternoon, I heard a fascinating a cappella swing rendition by The Puppini Sisters on the radio (God bless the internet). Although I'm not a fan of swing music, I fear this rendition will be firmly lodged in my cranium until this time next week (and I'd just gotten "Australia" out of my dome).
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmere
But Honey Pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
it says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
Provincial towns you jog 'round
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ
Hang the DJ
This week’s SotW is “Panic” by The Smiths. A classic!
Whilst out for lunch this afternoon, I heard a fascinating a cappella swing rendition by The Puppini Sisters on the radio (God bless the internet). Although I'm not a fan of swing music, I fear this rendition will be firmly lodged in my cranium until this time next week (and I'd just gotten "Australia" out of my dome).
Friday, June 15, 2007
Robertus' Song of the Week
Born to multiply, born to gaze in to night skies,
All you want’s one more Saturday.
Well look here, until then
They’re gonna buy your life's time
So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters til the day.
We come in doing cartwheels
We all crawl out by ourselves
And your shape on the dance floor
Will have me thinking such filth I'll gauge my eyes.
You’ll be damned to be one of us, girl
Faced with a dodo’s conundrum
I felt like I could just fly
But nothing happened every time I tried.
Oh duotone on the wall
The selfless fool who hoped he’d save us all
he never dreamt of such sterile hands,
You keep them folded in your lap,
or raise them up to beg for scraps,
You know, he's holding you down,
With the tips of his fingers, just the same
You'll be pulled from the ocean
But just a minute too late,
Or changed by a potion,
and find a handsome young mate,
For you to love.
You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe's,
we'll do it now or grow old,
cause your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.
Been alone since you were twenty-one,
You haven't laughed since January,
You try and make like this is so much fun,
But we know it to be quite contrary.
Dare to be one of us, girl,
Facing the android’s conundrum,
You see, I felt like I should just cry,
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
Yeah Himmler in your coat,
You don't know how long I've been
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand
And let's jump out the window
This week's Song of the Week is "Australia" by The Shins. Enjoy!
Post Scriptum: Many thanks to Jacob for the corrections and pointing me towards the lyric booklet. I was working, as it were, at work without a net. Sometimes the result is graceful brilliance. Sometimes, street pizza.
All you want’s one more Saturday.
Well look here, until then
They’re gonna buy your life's time
So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters til the day.
We come in doing cartwheels
We all crawl out by ourselves
And your shape on the dance floor
Will have me thinking such filth I'll gauge my eyes.
You’ll be damned to be one of us, girl
Faced with a dodo’s conundrum
I felt like I could just fly
But nothing happened every time I tried.
Oh duotone on the wall
The selfless fool who hoped he’d save us all
he never dreamt of such sterile hands,
You keep them folded in your lap,
or raise them up to beg for scraps,
You know, he's holding you down,
With the tips of his fingers, just the same
You'll be pulled from the ocean
But just a minute too late,
Or changed by a potion,
and find a handsome young mate,
For you to love.
You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe's,
we'll do it now or grow old,
cause your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.
Been alone since you were twenty-one,
You haven't laughed since January,
You try and make like this is so much fun,
But we know it to be quite contrary.
Dare to be one of us, girl,
Facing the android’s conundrum,
You see, I felt like I should just cry,
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
Yeah Himmler in your coat,
You don't know how long I've been
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand
And let's jump out the window
This week's Song of the Week is "Australia" by The Shins. Enjoy!
Post Scriptum: Many thanks to Jacob for the corrections and pointing me towards the lyric booklet. I was working, as it were, at work without a net. Sometimes the result is graceful brilliance. Sometimes, street pizza.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Robertus' Song of the Week
These walls are paper thin
And everyone hears every little sound
Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me
Watch them, watch me right now
They're shakin hands, they're shakin in their shoes
Oh Lord, don't shake me down
Everyone wants two of them
And half of everyone else who's around
It's been agreed, the whole world stinks
So no one's taking showers anymore
Laugh hard it's a long ways to the bank
I can't be blamed for nothin' anymore
It's been a long time since you've been around
Laugh hard it's long ways to the bank
Tow the line to tax the time, you know
That you don't owe
I can't be a fool for everyone that I don't know
These walls are paper thin
And everyone hears every little sound
Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me
Watch them, watch me right now
They're shakin hands, they're shakin in their shoes
Oh Lord, don't shake me down
Everyone wants two of them
And half of everyone else who's around
It's been agreed, the whole world stinks
So no one's taking showers anymore
Laugh hard it's a long ways to the bank
Tow the line to tax the time, you know
That you don't owe
I can't be a fool for everyone that I don't know
This week’s Song of the Week is “Paper Thin Walls” by Modest Mouse, which originally caught my ear for the line “Laugh hard, it’s a long way to the bank,” which I first heard in They Might Be Giants “Rhythm Section Want Ad”. At first, I didn’t much care for the song (“hey, they’re ripping off TMBG”), but the song grew on me after repeated listenings on the bPod.
And everyone hears every little sound
Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me
Watch them, watch me right now
They're shakin hands, they're shakin in their shoes
Oh Lord, don't shake me down
Everyone wants two of them
And half of everyone else who's around
It's been agreed, the whole world stinks
So no one's taking showers anymore
Laugh hard it's a long ways to the bank
I can't be blamed for nothin' anymore
It's been a long time since you've been around
Laugh hard it's long ways to the bank
Tow the line to tax the time, you know
That you don't owe
I can't be a fool for everyone that I don't know
These walls are paper thin
And everyone hears every little sound
Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me
Watch them, watch me right now
They're shakin hands, they're shakin in their shoes
Oh Lord, don't shake me down
Everyone wants two of them
And half of everyone else who's around
It's been agreed, the whole world stinks
So no one's taking showers anymore
Laugh hard it's a long ways to the bank
Tow the line to tax the time, you know
That you don't owe
I can't be a fool for everyone that I don't know
This week’s Song of the Week is “Paper Thin Walls” by Modest Mouse, which originally caught my ear for the line “Laugh hard, it’s a long way to the bank,” which I first heard in They Might Be Giants “Rhythm Section Want Ad”. At first, I didn’t much care for the song (“hey, they’re ripping off TMBG”), but the song grew on me after repeated listenings on the bPod.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Falling in Love Again
what am I to do
I can't help it
A touch tipsy from a bowl of cereal and a glass of Robert Mondavi red wine my fiancee's father (future father in law, mine) gave me for Christmas, I'm sitting in the yellow/bumblebee room on my new desktop computer, wondering if the fingers still work after all this time. They appear to
But the mind has gone to rot, more or less, a noted after effect of too much time spent in front of a computer monitor, eating bowls of cereal and drinking wine (wine with a punch, it seems, this evening, enough to make the breathing easy, enough to make my toes go numb). My (our) guinea pig is going ballistic downstairs because I've not let him out to feast on the throw rug under the glass coffee table, between my erstwhile perch and hers, and I realize I should ought to assuage the beast, as Comcast crashes again and again, forever into the night.
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