Lyrics Post: “Winds of Change” – Scorpions

Thirty years ago this song came out. It spoke to the times, spoke of change, spoke of one person’s experience, mirroring the feelings of many. Including me. I was deep in that time of change. I had walked the same paths. Wondering. Longing. Wanting.

Thirty years later, the song still captures that time, that hope, that belief that change is possible.

And then I heard this news: there’s rumor that actually the CIA wrote the song’s lyrics, and fave the song to the band to help move along the end of the Soviet Union. Verdict’s still out on that one!

But whether written by the CIA or rock musicians from Hannover, the message is the same:

Change is possible for the better. Winds of change guide us. Let us follow together.

Winds of Change

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

Writer(s): Klaus Meine

Fatal Flaw?

A lifetime of ups and downs; when I reflect back that’s what I see.

I don’t suspect it’s anything special really; my experience like many other folks; in fact, I often reflect and return to the perspective that I’m particularly lucky, particularly blessed.

And yet I’ve had my failures, aplenty. I’ve made mistakes; I’ve made knowingly poor decisions; I’ve hurt people, people close to me.

What is this fatal flaw that makes me so, that allows this evil in? I suspect we all have these moments, we all have these flaws; it’s when the circumstances meet the flaws, that’s when it can prove fatal.

But fatal, really? If you’re still breathing, it’s not fatal yet. Try again.


Listen to Them Sleep

Listening to my kids sleep always brings me joy. There’s a few reasons, at least.

Mostly it’s because they’re so peaceful, steady breaths in and out. If there’s enough light to see their relaxed faces, all the better.

And as they can create a whirlwind of activity sometimes, it’s nice to see this other, less chaotic side.

In the tent of our backyard campsite, in the pre-dawn hours I lay awake listening to them sleep. It gives me peace. It reminds me of hope. It fills me with love.

Lyrics Post: “Release”

29 years ago. This song goes back. Hard to believe. Speaks to me more now than it did then. From Pearl Jam, “Ten.” What an epic album that was; is. GOOD.



I see the world
Feel the chill
Which way to go
I see the words
On a rocking horse of time
I see the birds in the rain

Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I’ll ride the wave
Where it takes me
I’ll hold the pain
Release me

Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I’ll wait up in the dark
For you to speak to me
I’ll open up
Release me
Release me
Release me
Release me

Writer(s): Eddie Vedder.

Words: Attitude & Spirit Fortitude

No big revelation, I think that on the regular: I’m not like most folks. I fall into the lyrics of songs pretty easy.

That’s part of why I post lyrics so often. Easy share, easy way to let you in; if you want in, that is.

So this isn’t a regular lyrics post; more of a little explanation on the why.

And so this one from last week, this FB post…

This in my head when I woke up: “…it’s not as if this baracade, blocks the only road, it’s not as if you’re all alone, in wanting to explode, someone set a bad example, made surrender seem alright, the act of a noble warrior, who lost the will to fight…” — Truly, Neil Peart’s lyrics will live on forever. #gratitude

An expression of commonality of struggle. Naming the struggle. and a nudge forward. A nudge to never give up.

These little nuggets of fortitude I often get from the lyric of song.

What fortifies you?

Go With The Flow

Let it ride, let it go, go with the flow. That right there is a solid gold tenant of successful parenting, and may successful living overall.

Of course there are times when you need to lean in and insist on an agenda, actions, compliance. That’s definitely true.

That said, I suspect learning when to go with the moment, with the established momentum, learning that lesson, and then applying it, APPLYING IT, that’s where the trick is, that’s where the wisdom hides.

Knowing that you need to do it. And then knowing when to do it. And then?


The Only Thing To Do…

The only thing to do is keep going.

It’s a new week, keep going. It’s a new day, keep going.

Your relationships are a little funky; maybe a lot funky. Keep going.

You’ve made the same errors more times than you’d like, maybe more thank you can count, keep going.

It’s hard, keep going.

You’re frustrated, keep going.

It doesn’t seem to be getting easier. It will. Keep going.


Photo from Instagram, Alex Howes, US Road Cycling Champion 2019

Ordinary Time

If you check out this blog periodically, you might notice Sundays of late, I’ve had some reference / little lesson or take I’ve picked up from a weekend Bible reading.

This time around, I’m just thinking about Ordinary Time; I think the Church uses this term to reference the time between Easter and Christmas seasons.

What I’m thinking about is the term “ordinary”; this time with COVID-19, this time is anything but ordinary. All things related are similar. Life doesn’t seem ordinary.

At least part of the response is to do little things that make this time a little extra-ordinary. Like camping in the backyard.

We’re at it again this weekend. And s’mores over a charcoal grill. A little extra-ordinary in an all very ordinary, somewhat messy, run-of-the-mill suburban backyard.

And what do we find? A little variety. A little excitement for the kids, a change of pace. A little break for Mom, who’s sleeping in the house. A new appreciation for the sounds of the neighborhood at night, and early morning too.

All from a backyard campsite for the weekend. Anything but ordinary.

Spool Up

I love this term. Maybe I like it because it’s sometimes used to reference an aircraft engine warming after being turned on. At least, that’s what’s in my head… : – )

I looked it up, so for all my engineer / machine-thinking friends, I found this, related to “turbo power”:

Turbo spool time is the time it takes for the turbocharger to charge until the engine reaches full turbo pressure. The turbo spool time can often be confused and mixed up with the turbolag, but actually they are two completely different terms.”

So in the context of this week? The term “spool up” comes to mind as to how the human brain adjusts when one goes back to work. After all, when you’re in vacation mode and being off for a bit, you thus haven’t had to think about professional topics, matters, issues, problem-solving, etc.

For a lot of us, work is typified by email communication. Emails carry information, tasks, request for assistance, the whole gamut of work activities in a tidy list. Sometimes, it’s a very long list. I’m not sure how my inbox measures up to my peers at my work, let alone my friends who do similar White-collar work.

I actually think 369 emails, after being off for more than 10 days, isn’t all that many. That’s my sense from hearing people talk about how many emails they have to deal with every day.

Nonetheless, 369 of anything is quite a few.

And that’s what I faced when I turn on my work machine this morning before the sun came up, getting back to work after being on PTO for a bit.

Some (many?) folks might go through email the night before, to get a head start. People even do that on the weekend, in effort to “stay on top of things”, etc.

At least this time, I chose not to get a head start. My mind was clear and ready when I woke up, and after the usual morning routine, I opened the Inbox. And?