What is our true place in the world? All around it comes at us: what to see, hear, feel, the big three, there like it or not, want it out not, it’s real and now.
What we do with it, how we respond to it, that’s up to us, each of us, each time.
Choose to make it GOOD. Here’s a sample from everyday, just a sample, what my senses say:
Winter lights on the front tree, shining bright in the pre-dawn darkness;
Warm coat against the biting wind on an early morning walk;
Shooter of apple cider vinegar to start the day: tart bite, cold water chaser;
Shake of the head, each dog with her collar on, jingle jingle jingle;
Cold water, one big gulp, after a long walk, thirsty;
Crackle of the wall furnace, heat slowing pouring down the hall;
First taste of coffee, hot; first taste of beer, crisp;
Fist bump greeting with a friend at work to start the day, good sign, warm feeling;
Soft skin on my kids’ cheek when I kiss each goodnight, each night;
Those whacky Canadians, that’s what I thought when I first heard this song. Then I thought, AWESOME. And I still think that’s the case all these years later.
“It’s been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said, “I’m angry”
Five days since you laughed at me saying
“Get back together come back and save me”
Three days since the living room
I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell you
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
But it’ll still be two days ’til I say I’m sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You’ll think you’re looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi
‘Cause it’s never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabi when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
Because I’m all about value
Bert Kaempfert’s got the mad hits
You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I’d like a stinking aching shake
I like vanilla, it’s the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, ’cause then you’ll know
That vertigo is gonna grow
‘Cause it’s so dangerous
You’ll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It’s been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air
And said, “You’re crazy”
Five days since you tackled me
I’ve still got the rug burns on both my knees
It’s been three days since the afternoon
You realized it’s not my fault
Not a moment too soon
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait ’til you say you’re sorry
Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’
Watchin’ X-Files with no lights on
We’re dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man’s in this one
Like Harrison Ford I’m getting frantic
Like Sting I’m tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa I make mad films
Okay, I don’t make films
But if I did they’d have a Samurai
Gonna get a set a’ better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren’t always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
‘Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Tryin’ hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean?
You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It’s been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
And said, “I’m sorry.”
Five days since I laughed at you and said
“You just did just what I thought you were gonna do”
Three days since the living room
We realized we’re both to blame
But what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it’ll still be two days ’til we say we’re sorry
“Play is good, play is good. Turn it around, flip it upside down, don’t you wear no frown, maybe be a clown, for once, or twice, or again and again, once or twice, and bring a friend.
Bring a friend to play, make it the day, you go down real deep on the simple joy of play. Don’t need a lot, not much at all, don’t need no screen, almost nothing at all. To have more fun and play and play, just get outta, outta, outta your own way.
And play and play and play again, let me just say that this is the way, to have some fun and laugh today, play is good, hooray hooray!
“What you got what you got, four minutes to flip. Not much time, but just enough time, to let it flow, to make a little blip.
Just four min so don’t you know, scribble it down and let it go. Just a few words on the page for Monday, share the love, be the love, ready to go.
That’s word, that’s GOOD, make it so, so make it so.”
Silly little riff from late last night, as sleep was falling heavy on me after along couple of days. And the thought occurred to me, for all the topics and content I share on this blog, maybe a few days break from that pattern, maybe a few posts just writing fun, freestyle verse, that’d be a good idea. At least it’ll be fun for me, and hopefully some of you will enjoy the randomness too. Humor, Play, Fun, GOOD.
So that’s what’s up this week. Still Half Full, All GOOD, would you like some more, like some more, yes I would, yes I would.
Anything but, that’s what Beck is. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but the dude has brought the creativity with critical acclaim over the years, over the decades.
I LOVE these lyrics, not for the meaning, but maybe because there really isn’t any clear thread of meaning — just a good groove and play after play on words on words. GOOD.
“Loser” by Beck
In the time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey
Butane in my veins
And I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs,
Spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights
And put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser
And the cruise control
Baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches,
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying
I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding
And a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation
And a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face
With some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps
And burning down the trailer park
(Yo. Cut it.)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
‘Cause one’s got a weasel
And the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows
And the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slab of turkey-neck
And it’s hanging from a pigeon wing
You can’t write if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beat
For the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling on a termite
Who’s choking on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Drive-by body-pierce)
(Yo, bring it on down)
Soy
(I’m a driver; I’m the winner;
Things are gonna change
I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie Deutsch, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Know what I’m saying?)
I heard about this song on NPR a while back, and always trying to expand my awareness and appreciation, gave it a go. Well worth it, even if I don’t understand what’s being said. 🙂
“Súbeme La Radio (Sean Paul Remix)”
(feat. Sean Paul)
[Enrique Iglesias & Sean Paul:]
Súbeme la radio
Sunshine in the rain
In the mind is the pain
Tráeme el alcohol
Deep on me heart like stain
Yeah yeah
Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción
Siente el bajo que va subiendo
Time will heal it but now we feel it
Turn up the music and run pain away
[Enrique Iglesias:]
Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción
Siente el bajo que va subiendo
Tráeme el alcohol que quita el dolor
Hoy vamos a juntar la luna y el sol
I wanted you forever
Don’t act like you don’t feel it
I should have loved you better
But I still can’t believe (remember that girl)
It’s killing me that you’re gone
How the hell do I move on
I’m drinking from this bottle
Cause I can’t take it no more
[Sean Paul:]
(Hear me, I tell you)
Alright then girl, yo
Lights on in the hallways I feel awake
Baby girl come and look me I see your face
Remember the days when we would blaze
And everything was amazing
[Enrique Iglesias & Sean Paul:]
Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción
Siente el bajo que va subiendo
Time will heal it but now we feel it
Turn up the music and run pain away
[Enrique Iglesias:]
Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción
Siente el bajo que va subiendo
Tráeme el alcohol que quita el dolor
Hoy vamos a juntar la luna y el sol
My body on your body
My heart against your heart
But when I go to touch you
I just wake up in the dark
You gotta know that I miss you
I can never forget you
Girl I know I gotta let go
But I wish that I was with you
[Enrique Iglesias & Sean Paul:]
Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción
Siente el bajo que va subiendo
Time will heal it but now we feel it
Turn up the music and run pain away
[Enrique Iglesias:]
Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción
Siente el bajo que va subiendo
Tráeme el alcohol que quita el dolor
Hoy vamos a juntar la luna y el sol
[Sean Paul:]
Tell you this
Make your body turn twist, make your reminisce
Baby girl cause you know so me never miss
Though you gone from me life, me remember this
How me and you turn into enemies
Sunshine on me life mia memories
To get you back into my life, I swear it is
I swear it is
Baby girl you are drain all me energies
[Enrique Igleasias:]
Yo no te miento
Todavía te espero
Sabes bien que te quiero
No sé vivir sin ti
Yo no te miento
Todavía te espero
Sabes bien que te quiero
No sé vivir sin ti
[Enrique Iglesias & Sean Paul:]
Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción
Siente el bajo que va subiendo
Time will heal it but now we feel it
Turn up the music and run pain away
[Enrique Igleasias:]
Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción
Siente el bajo que va subiendo
Tráeme el alcohol que quita el dolor
Hoy vamos a juntar la luna y el sol
[Enrique Iglesias & Sean Paul:]
Súbeme la radio
Sunshine in the rain
In the mind is the pain
Tráeme el alcohol
Deep on me heart like stain
Yeah yeah
Súbeme la radio
And BONUS TRACK!
This one lifted me up and helped me believe in that ideal, that higher love. Would that we all strive for that, the world would be a better place.
When I heard this song for the first time more than thirty years ago, I was just getting into U2’s music. It hadn’t really spoken to me up until that time (mid-80’s) — I’d been more rooted in heavy metal, heavier rock music.
And then this one came along. I was hooked pretty quick. The simple riff and especially the words, they grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. The lyrics are modified slightly, but pretty well directly from Psalm 40. My faith had been well established around this same time, as I struggled through adolescence.
To this day, this very minute, this song bouyes me, lifts me up, urges me to persevere, and find strength in faith.
Yes sir, it sure does. This is…
“40”
I waited patiently for the Lord He inclined and heard my cry He brought me up out of the pit Out of the miry clay
I will sing, sing a new song I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song How long to sing this song How long…how long…how long… How long…to sing this song
He set my feet upon a rock And made my footsteps firm Many will see Many will see and fear
I will sing, sing a new song I will sing, sing a new song I will sing, sing a new song I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song How long to sing this song How long…how long…how long… How long…to sing this song
Writer(s): Clayton Adam, Mullen Laurence, Evans David, Hewson Paul David
