Music Week (Day 7)
April 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
Whew, my last day of Music Week is finally here!!
I tried to mix it up and put some of the songs I like from different genres. I’ll refrain from calling them my favourites because I’m in love with tooooooo many songs to give that title to these seven. I’m definitely in-like with them though. And I didn’t go down the Tupac road, because I might have just ended up with Music Year 🙂
I like being exposed to new music so feel free to post/email me suggestions or links or whatever, yeah?
Today’s song represents what hip hop means to me. Maybe not literally because I can’t honestly say that I ‘grew up’ with hip hop, or it was my saving grace or whatever BUT, and this is a big but (he he), the lyrics, the story, the creativity, the double entendres, the emotions, THAT’s what hip hop is to me. Not the meaningless shit you hear from every tom, dick and harry who thinks he’s cool because he incessantly repeats the word nigga and talks about money and bitches and pussy (though we all know quite a number of them aren’t exactly what we’d call straight). And being ‘gangsta’. Shudder. To me, hip hop has to have actual meaning to qualify as hip hop. It’s basically poetry set to a beat. And I don’t think hip hop lovers are restricted any one group. True music should move you regardless of your usual preferences and what you like to get down to on the dance floor or whatev, because real music speaks to your soul and isn’t dependent on language, or style, or upbringing, or class, or anything as superficial as that. Yeah, okay, semi-rant? Done.
I’m posting 2 videos to the song. The first is the ordinary (but still lovely) video that is generally played, and the second is the one with Erykah Badu’s rap and is the version I prefer, although it refuses to play on wordpress. So yeah.
Oh, and in case you’re not reading the lyrics while listening to the song – the yellow is Erykah, the red is Common. And the orange, of course, is Ms. Badu’s rap. And for some reason WP won’t let me double space my writing, so that’s why the verses are like all over the place – at least the different alignments allows there to be some sort of demarcation.
Music Week? CHECK! 🙂
LOVE OF MY LIFE (ODE TO HIP HOP)
Erykah Badu featuring Common
I met him when I was a little girl
He gave me poetry and he was my first
But in my heart I knew, I wasn’t the only one
‘Cause when the tables turned he had to break up
Whenever I got lonely, needed some advice
He gave me his shoulder, his words were very nice
That is all behind me,
‘Cause now there is no other
My love is his, and his is mine
My friend became my…
Love of my life, you are my friend
Love of my life, I can depend
Love of my life, without you baby
Feels like I sampled true love
Well my name is Apples and I rock your world
I’m also known as the Gucci girl
Well, I’m super-cute and plenty bad
30-26-36 and a half
I hope that you will realize
I got the hazel eyes that’ll hypnotize
And knock you to your knees
Make you eat cheese
You’ll be so helpless you’ll be beggin’ me please
A freak, freak y’all and you don’t stop
To the beat y’all and you don’t stop
A freak, freak
Oh, could it be that it was all just so simple then?
A teenage love but you said, “He’s just a friend.”
He moved around and we kept in touch through his friend Mike
The world was young and we knew we couldn’t rush
But whenever I got lonely, or needed some advice
He gave me his shoulder, his words were very nice
That is all behind me
‘Cause now there is no other
My love is his, and his is mine
My friend became my…
Love of my life, you are my friend
Love of my life, on you I can depend
Love of my life, without you baby
Feels like I sampled true love, yeah
Mission and clear
Y’all know how I met her –
We broke up and got back together
To get her back, I had to sweat her
Thought she rolled with bad boys forever
In many ways them boys made it better
To grow, I had to let her
She needed cheddar, and I understood that
Looking for cheese, that don’t make her a hood rat
In fact she’s a queen to me, her light beams on me
I love it when she sings to me
It’s like that and uh
You know you rock my world
You be boy, and I be girl
It don’t stop until the break of dawn
And it don’t stop, cuz it can’t quit, cuz it can’t wait
and the one with the short rap
Music Week (Day 5)
March 4, 2011 § Leave a comment
I don’t have much to say about the song today. Discussing anything political always takes too much out of me emotionally, so I don’t do it much any more. I still get goosebumps each time I listen to this song. Sometimes, it makes me cry.
HANDS HELD HIGH
Linkin Park
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something
Light weights step it aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping
People on the street, they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme, I’m dumping
Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we marched to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping
Miss something, take back what’s yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I’m sick of being treated like I have before
Like it’s stupid standing for what I’m standing for
Like this war’s really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn’t cater the rich and abandon the poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can’t put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank
And cashing their cheque
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living rooms laughing like, “What did he say?!”
Amen amen
Amen amen
Amen
In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
The world is cold, the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old is something to see
Another kid my age dragged under the jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought, “The next one could be me…”
Do you see the soldiers that’re out today?
They brush the dust from bullet-proof vests away
It’s ironic – at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There’s bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad, he’s got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside:
‘When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die.’
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like, “What did he say?!”
Amen amen
Amen amen
Amen
With hands held high unto a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you…
Because I’ve not found any two sites that write the lyrics to this song in 100% the same way, there may be a few mistakes. But those are irrelevant to the message so I’ll let them stand.
LISTEN TO IT HERE –> Hands Held High by Linkin Park
Music Week (Day 4)
March 2, 2011 § 4 Comments
I love angels. There’s just something about them… I tend to refrain from discussing my religious beliefs because it always seems like there’s SO much and SO little at the same time, you know? Like I frequently feel like bursting out and discussing all my various religious/spiritual ‘revelations’ with anyone close enough to listen (and at every stage of my ‘awakening’, I’m always absolutely sure of what I believe); but I’m also a complete devotee to the ‘meh, we’re all probably right’ school of thought. And so, I also just want to shut up and let everyone be.
Back to the point. I love angels. The whole ‘fearfully, wonderfully made’ thing, plus the battle of whether they’re beasts/sweet lil’ things will always fascinate me. I have 2 guardian angels – Maurice and Nathaniel. That’s not a question or a maybe, it’s a fact. I have 2 guardian angels. And I love them.
Anywaaaaay, the whole aim of this –> I heart this song:
ANGELS
Robbie Williams
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate?
Do they know the places where we go
When we’re gray and old?
‘Cause I’ve been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I’m lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I’m loving angels instead
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
When I come to call, she won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead
When I’m feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I’ll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I’m loving angels instead
Music Week (Day 3)
February 22, 2011 § 4 Comments
So I’m going to cheat a little today. Obviously, it’s no longer the same week that I originally started Music Week in. But for once I want to finish something I’ve started, so I’m not going to post anything else until I’m done with all seven days regardless of however long it takes me in reality.
I’m also cheating today because I am not writing the lyrics to a song, but the words to a spoken word piece. But in reality, there’s no real difference, it’s all poetry. I think I have the words right (feel completely free to correct me) but obviously I’m not really sure of the most appropriate method to punctuate it when it’s written down. Sorry about that 🙂
SMOKE
Its beauty is announced as I…
Exhale
Reminding me of the movements of an exotic dancer
Gracefully curving and circulating the space and objects
I…
Imagine it representing myself
Therapeutic and ancient
It rests in the live cells of a tree
Waiting patiently to be released by the kiss of a flame
That existed long before it had been given a name
And after all that time it remains not the same –
Sadly it had to go through some catastrophic change
Now it circulates the air everywhere
Smoke polluted by cars in squares
I can smell it being burned over there
By those folks in those chairs
And we can’t seem to get a breath of fresh air anywhere
Smoke is symbolic
Its marking is evident
It’s ability to represent is simply magnificent
Burning as incense and using sacraments
But…
I see these beautiful people’s lips
Puffing upon white cancer sticks
And our precious breathing lungs absorb the tar-filled smoke like a sponge
And it spreads out out attack children and everyone
Rotten lungs…
Rotten lungs
Air is essential
Its cleanliness is fundamental
Its importance is undeniable
Its abuse is unjustifiable
And all this smoke is making breathing unbearable
And all that it affects is unexplainable
But I ask if you could take a look inside
And see exactly what it’s doing to your anatomy
Would you continue to pay $3.50 for a box of captivity?
‘Cuz they keep you addicted faithfully
Only for them to gain financially
Don’t you see?
Or are you unconsciously contributing to a destructive reality?
Saying,
“It’s okay, it’s only me
This is how I choose to be
It helps me deal with my reality
I’m going through changes
Just let me be
Leave me…
Alone.”
Listen, I know you’re not proud
Your head is in a smoky cloud
But I gotta say it out loud
Get. It. Together.
Cigarette smoking is far from clever
It’s nasty for your health, your breath and for your long-time pleasure
Imagine being 50 years old
And having emphysema or lung cancer
And still smoking those sticks
Through the hole that they cut in your neck
Can’t even catch your breath
Can’t even have sex
So outta shape, no muscles to flex
Put that butt out and give it a rest
Plus why you so concerned about how you look on the outside
When you’re deteriorating your insides?
Inhaling that poison through your mouth
But toning up your hips and thighs?
What’s wrong with your eyes?
You’re not blind but you can’t see
Inhaling that shit obliviously?
Obviously you need to
Get
It
Together
If you’ve never heard of her, or had the opportunity to listen to one of her pieces, there are links throughout this post to her various sites, etc. It’s all really good stuff – I highly recommend that you check it out.
Music Week (Day 2)
November 21, 2010 § 1 Comment
I’m sure I’d heard it before, and I’ve definitely heard it many many times afterwards during all sorts of emotional situations, but the first time the song had real meaning to me was about 10 years ago. I’d gone for a concert, Beats of the Season I think it was called, and the international performing artiste was Awilo Longomba. And this guy had an entourage of like 40 people (probably an exaggeration, but it WAS a decade ago so sue me) who all seemed to be related to him in some strange remote way. Anyway, so there we are, in the dark (my memory insists it was midnight, my brain says it must have just been about 7pm) in the middle of an enormous scary crowd (i was 9, and these concerts attracted a crowd of older, drinking, potentially-stoned people, okay?) and this song starts playing. And we’re walking along just listening to it and generally feeling frightened when I saw this couple. It was one of Awilo’s nephews/uncles/cousins and I’d seen him on stage at some point. He was scruffy-looking, dreads all the way down his back to his ass. He was with his wife/girlfriend/baby mama/one-night-stand and she was standing with her back to him, but they weren’t getting all down and durrty grinding, they were just, I dunno…moving together as one. And singing to each other. I’ve never quite been able to describe it properly, but you know when people are so in love it’s like the very air around them becomes charged and static? When nothing they do can be a lewd act, everything is pure and beautiful and right?
“Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they’re not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or – such is the pleasure they experience – they may never finish it.” Paulo Coelho wrote that in Eleven Minutes. And that’s exactly what I mean. As they were standing there in the dark, dirty and tired, just enjoying each other and the moment, it was like they were making love continually. Hell, even when I remember that night, I see the two of them with a spotlight shining on them, and everything around them just a hazy, fuzzy, unimportant reality. And I felt so privileged to be able to somehow share in that moment. And so today, one of my all-time favourite songs, from two of my all-time favourite artists. A song that heralded the birth of me as a complete and utter romantic:
TURN YOUR LIGHTS DOWN LOW
Bob Marley & Lauryn Hill
Turn your lights down low
And pull your window curtain
Oh, let Jah moon come shining in
Into our life again
Saying, ooh, it’s been a long, long time
I kept this message for you, girl
But it seems I was never on time
Still I wanna get through to you, girlie
On time, on time…
Turn your lights down low
Never never try to resist, oh no
Oh, let your love come shining in
Into our lives again
Saying, ooh, I love you
And I want you to know right now
Ooh, I love you
And I want you to know right now
That I, that I…
I want to give you some love
I want to give you some good, good loving
Oh I, oh I, oh I
I want to give you some good, good loving
Loving you is like a song I replay
Every three minutes and thirty seconds of every day
And every chorus was written for us to recite
Every beautiful melody of devotion every night
This potion might, this ocean might carry me
In a wave of emotion to ask you to marry me
And every word, every second, and every third
Expresses the happiness more clearly than ever heard
And when I play ’em, every chord is a poem
Telling the Lord how grateful I am because I know him
The harmonies possess a sensation similar to your caress
If you’re asking, then i’m telling you it’s ‘yes’
Stand in love, take my hand and love
Jah bless
‘Turn Your Lights Down Low’ by Bob Marley and Lauryn Hill
Music Week (Day 1)
November 20, 2010 § 2 Comments
As usual I have about 15 incomplete posts just waiting to be finished and published, but I want to do something different today. If you hadn’t noticed already, to me music = life. If I’m not listening to something, then I’m almost definitely singing to myself or drumming out beats. And if I’m not doing THAT, then be sure the secondary voice in my head (not the one thinking and saying stuff, but the background one) is doing the same – playing a song, or singing, or making beats. I used to think everyone felt that way, but I get surprised time after time when I talk to people who like music fine, but it isn’t their main squeeze, you know? Anyway, every day for a week, starting today, I’m going to write the lyrics of a song I’m really feeling. It could be the whole song, it could be just a verse or the chorus or whatever. It may be a favourite song, or it may just be something I listen today every once in a while. Whatev.
SLIP OUT THE BACK
Fort Minor
I’m no hero, you remember how I was, you know
All I ever did was worry, feeling out of control
To the point where everything was going end over end
I’m spinning around in circles again
This is where you come in
All of this to explain to you why
I had to separate myself away from yesterday’s life
Please remember this isn’t how I hoped it would be
But I had to protect you from me
That’s why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
I know you felt unprepared
But every single time I was around I just bring you down
And I could tell that it was time to be scared
That’s why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
And I know the way I left wasn’t fair
I didn’t want to be around just to bring you down
I’m not a hero but don’t think I didn’t care
Slip Out the Back by Fort Minor
Atticus
October 25, 2010 § 8 Comments
We were chilling in his room again, just listening to music. Then he asked me if I’d ever heard this song, and played it for me when I said I hadn’t.
Then he asked me to be his girlfriend.
To kill a mocking bird is to silence the song that seduces you
Why?
’cause you need that desire in your heart to survive
And you need that burning fire in your soul
To know you’re still alive
So catch me when I fall
Or did I dive at your delight?
Remember what I lost
Like hot coals in my hand from days gone by
Like Pandora adored the euphoria as her heart raced
Like love lost you’ve got to try
Even in vain
Feels like you’ll go insane
But you’re the hardest instrument that I’ve ever had to play
In my heart I can fly
And I cannot disguise my love
There is no time
And I wouldn’t know how to
The constellations tonight are so fiercesomely bright
My love, I have no fear
I am Atticus now
So why don’t we fall into the waves?
Can’t you see how my heart yearns to misbehave?
I wish it was possible for my answer to have been yes.
Goddess of Love
August 13, 2010 § 5 Comments
When i am sitting at the door of a tavern,
I, Ishtar, the goddess,
Am prostitute, mother, wife, divinity.
I am what people call life,
Although you call it death.
I am what people call Law,
Although you call it Deliquency.
I am what you seek
And what you find.
I am what you scattered
And the pieces you now gather up.
Ancient lyrics to Ishtar, the Mesopotamian Goddess of Love
[Eleven Minutes]
Hymn To Isis
August 12, 2010 § Leave a comment
for i am the first and the last
i am the venerated and the despised
i am the prostitute and the saint
i am the wife and the virgin
i am the mother and the daughter
i am the arms of my mother
i am barren and my children are many
i am the married woman and the spinster
i am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated
i am the consolation for the pain of birth
i am the wife and the husband
and it was my man who created me
i am the mother of my father
i am the sister of my husband
and he is my rejected son
always respect me
for i am the shameful and the magnificent one
hymn to isis, third or fourth century b.c.,
discovered in nag hammadi
Rediscovery.
May 18, 2010 § 9 Comments
When I used to get emotional – angry, sad, scared, confused, hurt, lonely – I would sit down, and just write and write poetry (sometimes 5 or 6 in one sitting) until eventually my energy would be channelled away from what I was feeling, and into what I was saying. Then I’d stop. I don’t believe I’m particularly talented or gifted at it, but it’s what would get me through those dark spots. About two years ago though, I guess I just felt too much at once, you know? And nothing could help. I haven’t written a poem since.
I’m trying to get back some of the old me. I used to be so wonderfully creative – I wrote short stories, I wrote poems, I played piano, I sung… But I just dropped everything one by one, and now i feel so…dry. And devoid. Of course I’m not yet ready to just pick up a pen and get back to it, but I’m hoping for inspiration. So I’m going to start by posting maybe a few of my poems, maybe even a story when I’m ready, and then hopefully, eventually, i’ll be brave enough to reopen that chapter of my life.
So, these poems have been shared with no one. EVER. I’m literally shaking at just the thought of putting them out there for someone, anyone to see. But I invite criticism. I last wrote when I was 17, and I started at about 13. Since I figured out the importance of dating my work way too late, everything I post, until I eventually state otherwise, is from that period of my life.
They’re really not very good, I know, but hopefully I’ve grown (still am) since then.
*sigh*
So here’s one:
I clutch the pieces of my heart close to me.
The blood drips between my fingers
Yet my eyes remain dry.
Another piece falls out and I choose to let it go
Or risk losing the rest of me.
I can never be whole again
But I will remain strong!
Don’t look into my eyes
Ignore my despair.
My heart is breaking
And no one even knows.