Have Some Sense: The Riff Continues

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;

BLESSINGS.

Lyrics Post: “One Week”

“One Week” by the Barenaked Ladies

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

It’ll still be two days ’til we say we’re sorry

It’ll still be two days ’til we say “Wasabi”

Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie

Another Quick Riff: Play is GOOD

“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!

Four Minute Flip, Revised.

“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.

TASTY.

Lyrics Post: “Loser” by Beck

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?)

Written by: Beck

Lyrics Post: “Súbeme Al Radio” plus Bonus Throwback: “Higher Love”

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.

“Higher Love”

“Think about it, there must be higher love

Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above

Without it, life is a wasted time

Look inside your heart, I’ll look inside mine

Things look so bad everywhere

In this whole world, what is fair?

We walk blind and we try to see

Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Where’s that higher love I keep thinking of?

Worlds are turning and we’re just hanging on

Facing our fear and standing out there alone

A yearning, and it’s real to me

There must be someone who’s feeling for me

Things look so bad everywhere

In this whole world, what is fair?

We walk blind and we try to see

Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Where’s that higher love I keep thinking of?

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Bring be a higher love

I could rise above on a higher love

I will wait for it

I’m not too late for it

Until then, I’ll sing my song

To cheer the night along

Bring it… Oh bring it…

I could light the night up with my soul on fire

I could make the sun shine from pure desire

Let me feel that love come over me

Let me feel how strong it could be

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Where’s that higher love I keep thinking of?”

"40"

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