Lyrics Post: “Ants Marching”

This song wasn’t the first I heard by Dave Matthews, but it probably was the one that hooked me to his music.

“He wakes up in the morning

Does his teeth bite to eat and he’s rolling

Never changes a thing

The week ends the week begins

She thinks, we look at each other

Wondering what the other is thinking

But we never say a thing

These crimes between us grow deeper

Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Goes to visit his mommy

She feeds him well his concerns

He forgets them

And remembers being small

Playing under the table and dreaming

Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Driving in on this highway

All these cars end up on the sidewalk

People in every direction

No words exchanged

No time to exchange

And all the little ants are marching

Red and black antennas waving

They all do it the same

They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a

Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss

Program cutting the corners

Loose end, loose end, cut, cut

On the fence, could not to offend

Cut, cut, cut, cut

Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quieter time

Lights down, you up and die

Lights down, you up and die”

Lyrics Post: “Candela”

Quite a risque song, if you find the translation. Or better yet, check out the Youtube video at the end, with the English translation embedded. Listen and enjoy the song, the beat, the performance, the play.

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemo aé
Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemo aé

Puso un baile un jutía para una gran diversión
De timbalero un ratón que alegraba el campo un día
Un gato también venía elegante y placentero
“Buenas noches, compañero,” siempre dijo así el timbal

“Para alguien aquí poder tocar para descansar un poco
Salió el ratón medio loco también voy a descansar”
Y el gato en su buen bailar, bailaba un danzón liviano
El ratón se subió al guano y dice bien placentero
“Y ahora si quieren bailar, búsquense otro timbalero”

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Oye, Faustino Orama’ y sus compañeros
Necesito que me apaguen el fuego

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Margarita llama pronto a los bomberos
Para que vengan a apagar el fuego

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Oye, si estás perdida llama a los siete ceros
Y así vendrán más pronto los bomberos

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé
Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemo aé, mamá

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé

Ay candela, candela
Candela, me quemó aé

Me quemó aé
Me quemó aé

Tilán, tilán (me quemó aé)
Didilán, didilán (me quemó aé)
Tilán, tilán (me quemó aé)
Didilán, didilán, didilán (me quemó aé)

Tilán, tilán (me quemó aé)
Didilán, didilán, didilán (me quemó aé)
Tilán, tilán (me quemó aé)
Didilán, didilán, didilán (me quemó aé)

Margarita que me quemo, yo quiero seguir gozando
La candela me está llevando, me gusta seguir guarachando
Esta tarde venimo’ acabando, como quiera venimo’ tocando
La mujer cuando se agacha, se le abre el entendimiento

La mujer cuando se agacha, se le abre el entendimiento
Y el hombre cuando la mira, se le para el pensamiento
De ti me gusta una cosa sin que me cueste trabajo
De ti me gusta una cosa sin que me cueste trabajo

De la barriga pa’ arriba, de la cintura pa’ abajo
Mira se quema, se quema, mamá, mira se quema, se quema, oye
Mira mamá que me quema, mira llama pronto a los bomberos
Para que vengan a apagar el fuego, mira que el fuego me está quemando

Y yo quiero seguir guarachando, mira se quema Báyamo
Mira que Songo está que arde, mira se quema La Maya
Mira ese pito que suena, Malaguën está que corta mamá
Santiago de Cuba está que te mete en llamas se quema, se quema, se quema, oye

Mira me quemo, me quemo, mira que me quemo, oye, yo quiero seguir guarachando
Mira mamá que yo vengo quemando, Faustino Orama’ tú está acabando
Mira se quema, se quema pero mira mi mami se quema, oye se quema, se quema

Youtube, Buena Vista Social Club, Live in Amsterdam:

Lyrics Post: “Everyday Glory”

You might be thinking, “RUSH must be this guy’s pandemic band…” not so.

In fact, this band has buoyed me for the better part of my life. Here’s another great lyric from a more recent tune by these guys, so true, seeking every day glory.

Enjoy.

“In the house where nobody laughs

And nobody sleeps

In the house where love lies dying

And the shadows creep

A little girl hides shaking

With her hands on her ears

Pushing back the tears

‘Til the pain disappears

Mama says some ugly words

Daddy pounds the wall

They can fight about their little girl later

Right now they don’t care at all

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

Everyday people

Everyday shame

Everyday promise shot down in flames

Everyday sunrise

Another everyday story

Rise from the ashes and blaze

In everyday glory

In the city where nobody smiles

And nobody dreams

In the city where desperation

Drives the bored to extremes

Just one spark of decency

Against a starless night

One glow of hope and dignity

A child can follow the light

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

No matter what they say…

Everyday people

Everyday shame

Everyday promise shot down in flames

Everyday sunrise

Another everyday story

Rise from the ashes and blaze

In everyday glory

If the future’s looking dark

We’re the ones who have to shine

If there’s no one in control

We’re the ones who draw the line

Though we live in trying times

We’re the ones who have to try

Though we know that time has wings

We’re the ones who have to fly…”

Writer(s): Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Neil Peart

The Next Right Thing

Pretty frickin’ powerful lyric for a cartoon “kids” movie.

Learning the lessons young, amen to that.

“The Next Right Thing”

(from “Frozen 2” soundtrack)

I’ve seen dark before

But not like this

This is cold

This is empty

This is numb

The life I knew is over

The lights are out

Hello, darkness

I’m ready to succumb

I follow you around

I always have

But you’ve gone to a place I cannot find

This grief has a gravity

It pulls me down

But a tiny voice whispers in my mind

You are lost, hope is gone

But you must go on

And do the next right thing

Can there be a day beyond this night?

I don’t know anymore what is true

I can’t find my direction, I’m all alone

The only star that guided me was you

How to rise from the floor

When it’s not you I’m rising for?

Just do the next right thing

Take a step, step again

It is all that I can to do

The next right thing

I won’t look too far ahead

It’s too much for me to take

But break it down to this next breath

This next step

This next choice is one that I can make

So I’ll walk through this night

Stumbling blindly toward the light

And do the next right thing

And with the dawn, what comes then?

When it’s clear that everything will never be the same again

Then I’ll make the choice

To hear that voice

And do the next right thing

‘Frozen 2’ Songwriters Kristen Anderson-Lopez & Robert Lopez

Lyrics Post: “Animate”

Yet another beauty by the Canadian Prog Rock Hall of Famers, RUSH.

The jam, the word-play, the images…what can I say? AWESOME.

Let it all sink in. Then listen to the song. You’ll be glad you did.

“Animate”

Polarize me
Sensitize me
Criticize me
Civilize me
Compensate me
Animate me
Complicate me
Elevate me

Goddess in my garden
Sister in my soul
Angel in my armor
Actress in my role

Daughter of a demon lover
Empress of the hidden face
Priestess of the pagan mother
Ancient queen of inner space

Spirit in my psyche
Double in my role
Alter in my image
Struggle for control

Mistress of the dark unconscious
Mermaid of the lunar sea
Daughter of the great enchantress
Sister to the boy inside of me

My counterpart, my foolish heart
A man must learn to rule his tender part
A warming trend, a gentle friend
A man must build a fortress to defend
A secret face, a touch of grace
A man must learn to give a little space
A peaceful state, a submissive trait
A man must learn to gently dominate

Polarize me
Sensitize me
Criticize me
Civilize me
Compensate me
Animate me
Complicate me
Elevate me

Writer(s): Neil Peart

And the tune? Live in Frankfurt in 2010? Sure! HERE:

Milestone: Nine Hundred Posts!

A simple celebration, a simple milestone to take pause and note, there are now NINE HUNDRED POSTS to this site, “Half Full, All Good.”

This blog has become what many bloggers find, a frequently used outlet to share thoughts, insights, reflections, inspiration. Such a blessing, at least for me — hopefully for you all too on occasion.

My tip for anyone interested in blogging — get out of your own way and do it.

Nike was right: JUST DO IT.

JUST WRITE.

Every day.

EVERY DAY.

And POST!

It’ll be…

GOOD.

Lyrics Post: “RESIST”

A song that might be below the radar for casual listeners of the Canadian band; however, RUSH Heads, true believers know the tune for sure. If you ever went to a show after this song came out, the band often played it as part of the set.

What to resist? So many things might fall into this category? This song spells out some pretty good thoughts on the matter.

RESIST

I can learn to resist
Anything but temptation
I can learn to coexist
With anything but pain

I can learn to compromise
Anything but my desires
I can learn to get along
With all the things I can’t explain

I can learn to resist
Anything but frustration
I can learn to persist
With anything but aiming low

I can learn to close my eyes
To anything but injustice
I can learn to get along
With all the things I don’t know

You can surrender
Without a prayer
But never really pray
Pray without surrender

You can fight
Without ever winning
But never ever win
Without a fight

I can learn to resist
Anything but temptation
I can learn to coexist
With anything but pain

I can learn to compromise
Anything but my desires
I can learn to get along
With all the things I can’t explain

Writer(s): Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, Neil Peart

GRATITUDE

10 days into the month. 1/2_Full, All GOOD blog off to a good start for August.

Much MUCH appreciated.

More GOOD getting out there into the world, and the ready therapy of writing having a smoothing effect on this crazy time, calming, settling, just the salve needed.

That’s the tip for the day: WRITE.

Bonus Tip: Express gratitude often.

ONWARD, and Thanks Again~

12 days of Christmas and the Last Weekend Before School Starts

The kids and I, we’ve been camping in the back yard every weekend since the 4th of July. It’s been great fun. I’m delighted they say “Yes!” every weekend I’ve asked them if they want to do it again.

It’s a great example of their maturity, dealing with the sounds and mild discomfort and sometimes spookiness of it all.

As we mark this last weekend before school starts, I’m celebrating 9, 7, and 6; celebrating their adventure, their growth, their random requests that prove to hold new inspiration.

Example? Our youngest wanted to sing a Christmas song last night. So we did. Over and over and over.

What better song to sing in August than “The 12 Days of Christmas”…and maybe for the first time in my life, I sang it all the way through after a few tries without looking at the lyrics!

“12 drummers drumming 11 pipers piping 10 lords a leaping nine ladies dancing eight maids a milking seven swans a swimming six geese a laying five golden rings four calling birds three French hens two turtle doves and a Partridge in a pear tree.”

I did it!

🙂

Lyrics Post: “Here and Heaven”

Just what is it, a Goat Rodeo? According to a Slang Dictionary,

“A goat rodeo is a slang term for something going totally, unbelievably, disastrously wrong, and there’s nothing left to do but to sit back and watch the trainwreck.

In other words, a goat rodeo is a chaotic situation, fiasco, or, more vulgarly, a shitshow. And yes, there are also literal goat rodeos. 🐐”

And so “Goat Rodeo Sessions”, the name given to a collection of songs put together by four musicians, adding a fifth for a few songs.

The result is something wonderful. The blend of players and inspiration and fun and joy. Just what music should be.

Lyrics, one of the few songs given lyrics,

“With a hammer and nails and a fear of failure
We are building a shed
Between here and heaven between the wait and the wedding
For as long as we both shall be dead
To the world, beyond the boys and the girls
Trying to keep us calm
We can practice our lines ’til we’re deaf and blind
To ourselves to each other where it’s
Fall, not winter; Spring, not summer; Cool, not cold
And it’s warm, not hot, have we all forgotten that we’re getting old
With an arrow and bow and some seeds left to sow
We are staking our claim
On ground so fertile we forget who we’ve hurt along
The way and reach out for a strange hand to hold
Someone strong but not bold enough to
Tear down the wall
‘Cause we ain’t lost enough to find the stars ain’t
Crossed why align them why fall hard, not soft into
Fall not winter spring not summer cool not cold
Where it’s warm, not hot have we all forgotten that we’re getting old
And it’s Fall, not winter; Spring, not summer; Cool, not cold
And it’s warm, not hot, has everyone forgotten that we’re getting old
And it’s Fall, not winter; Spring, not summer; Cool, not cold
And it’s warm, not hot, have we all forgotten that we’re getting old?”

Song Writers: Stuart Ian Duncan / Aoife Maria O’donovan / Edgar Meyer / Christopher Thile

Here and Heaven lyrics © Chris Thile Music, Cosmic Seed Music, Yerba Azul Music