Lyrics Post: “Better Way”

The first time I heard this song I was inspired. The words encourage, fortify. The music builds, layered, energized. Let it fill you, spur you on.

BETTER WAY

“I’m a living sunset

Lightning in my bones

Push me to the edge

But my will is stone

Fools will be fools

And wise will be wise

But i will look this world

Straight in the eyes

What good is a man

Who won’t take a stand

What good is a cynic

With no better plan

Reality is sharp

It cuts at me like a knife

Everyone i know

Is in the fight of their life

Take your face out of your hands

And clear your eyes

You have a right to your dreams

And don’t be denied

I believe in a better way”

Written by Ben Harper

Lyrics Post: “This Land Is Your Land”

“From my youth to now, many decades later, this song speaks. And through its many renditions, this song speaks to us. To those who will listen. For those who yearn, and believe. Thank You, Woody.

“This land is your land, this land is my land

From California to the New York island

From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters

This land was made for you and me

As I was walking that ribbon of highway

I saw above me that endless skyway

I saw below me that golden valley

This land was made for you and me

I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps

To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts

And all around me a voice was sounding

This land was made for you and me

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling

And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling

As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting

This land was made for you and me

As I went walking I saw a sign there

And on the sign it said “No Trespassing”

But on the other side it didn’t say nothing

That side was made for you and me

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people

By the relief office I seen my people

As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking

Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me

As I go walking that freedom highway

Nobody living can ever make me turn back

This land was made for you and me”

Writer(s): Woody Guthrie

Lyrics Post: “Lonely Is The Night” Billy Squier

A LONG time ago I heard this song for the first time. The riff, the lyrics, they stay with me still. They haunt me, fortify me, and everything in between.

Dig it.

“Lonely is the night when you find yourself alone

Your demons come to light and your mind is not your own

Lonely is the night when there’s no one left to call

You feel the time is right–(say) the writin’s on the wall

It’s a high time to fight when the walls are closin’ in

Call it what you like–It’s time you got to win

Lonely, lonely, lonely–your spirit’s sinkin’ down

You find you’re not the only stranger in this town

Red lights, green lights, stop ‘n go jive

Headlines, deadlines jammin’ your mind

You been stealin’ shots from the side

Let your feelin’s go for a ride

There’s danger out tonight..the man is on the prowl

Get the dynamite…the boys are set to prowl

Lonely is the night when you hear the voices call

Are you ready for a fight–do you wanna take it all

Slowdown, showdown–waitin’ on line

Showtime, no time for changin’ your mind

Streets are ringin’, march to the sound

Let your secrets follow you down

Somebody’s watchin’ you baby–so much you can do

Nobody’s stoppin’ you baby, from makin’ it too

One glimpse’ll show you now baby, what the music can do

One kiss’ll show you now baby–it can happen to you

No more sleepin’, wastin’ our time

Midnight creepin’s first on our minds

No more lazin’ ’round the tv

You’ll go crazy–come out with me”

Writer(s): Billy Squier

Void

What fills the void?

Not sure, what do I mean?

In your personal time? In your work time? In your soul? The times when things seem unsettled, uncertain, a little {or a lot} empty.

I find it’s things, the little things, day-to-day, these are the things that fill the void, that make it all worth while…

Early mornings.

Time with family.

Finding the reminders of good in the world.

Listening to music.

Being creative.

Focusing on the little things that make each day a little better.

This we pray. “Give us this day our daily bread.” Just enough. Finding it. Making it. Sharing it.

Lyrics Post: “Stairway to Cleveland”

Another one to thank my brother for, or at least, for the reminder. I think he heard this band from me originally. We were pretty young. Sorting out our parents’ music, classic rock and roll (at the time), heavy metal coming up, and early 80’s sound.

This band was from the SF Bay Area, so home-grown. It was fun to listen to. Still is.

“Stairway To Cleveland”

Whatcha gonna do about Cleveland?
Whatcha gonna do about rock & roll?
Whatcha gonna do about crazy crazy?
Whatcha gonna do about it?

Hey we gotta a new band – a new face – a new time!
Sing a song of rock & roll & drive us all crazy
People tell me everything I need to know about

Rock & roll
Politics n’ all about our new band
But some people never happy “don’t like it” – “didn’t see it” oh oh
They had to make a comment!

Your new drummer’s crazy, your manager’s an asshole! get a new shirt?
I can’t stand your guitar player!
Rolling stone, village voice, picky picky picky!
Said we can’t sing, can’t play, can’t write anyway!
New name – old name – carry on, with such insane fuckers everywhere,

Whatcha gonna do about it?
Whatcha gonna do about crazy crazy?
Whatcha gonna do about romance?
Whatcha gonna do about tense moments?

So I gotta new girl blonde girl big mouth big heart y’know I like her,
But they say she’s too noisy, atomic girl!… atomic girl!
New York – L.A. times rock & roll magazines, said we couldn’t make it

But here we go again on rock and roll radio, rock and roll radio,
People tell me everything I need to hear about what we need, what we
Got, what we’re never gonna get
Old singers gone away – whatcha gonna do about it? gold records rock &
Roll n’ why dontcha sound like you used to in ’65? ’69? ’75?
Everybody stand up, they got to make a comment, critics said they’ll
Never make it, never make it, never never never never never never never
Never never!

Fuck you! we do what we want!


Chaos comin’, keep strummin’, louder & louder & louder & louder,
Whatcha gonna do about it? whatcha gonna do about crazy crazy? whatcha
Gonna do about it? whatcha gonna do about dark ages? whatcha gonna do
About nite time? whatcha gonna do about Walter Cronkite? whatcha gonna
Do about romance? whatcha gonna do about the economic price index?
Whatcha gonna do about llluuuuuv? whatcha gonna do about tense moments?
Whatcha gonna do about crazy crazy crazy crazy?

Whatcha gonna do about it? [7x]
War & toxic chemicals and mister Rogers n’ true love n’ the end of
Civilization n’ muzak n’ the ptl club n’ Ronald Reagan n’ guns n’ the
Draft, b52’s n’ nuclear fission dc-10’s n’ cancer science fiction brain
Control drugs n’ sex n’ buddha n’ 714s 45s eight billion people jesus
Krishna n’ everybody n’ rock and roll surrealism – everything
Everything everything everything!
Fuck you! we do what we want!

Writer(s): Paul Kantner, and attributed to Warren, Paul Wayne

A Couple of Tunes

A couple of tunes helped make the difference tonight.

The first was on repeat as I started the after-dinner dishes.

We got this party started.

PINK.

Meal with the kids, a typical dad dinner: New York beef hot dogs, and vegetable options: tonight it was green beans, carrots, or corn.

Dessert was simple, treats mom brought home from the store recently. And then there was a mix of self-guided activity to round out the evening. Everyone was tired this morning, so I was trying to angle for early to bed.

It was tricky.

Yes, it’s tricky.

Somehow we had lights out before 9 o’clock in the evening.

Good? GOOD.

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: “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:

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