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Soon a treat, soon we’ll have the chance to meet that amazing cast, mostly the original cast, of HAMILTON.

The story, the songs, the message, the meaning, the timelessness of it all, soon to arrive.

Five years running on the stage, several stages, many. And now coming on the screen, more access to more people. More people to listen and think and know and understand:

“It’s not a moment, it’s a movement.”

Was then. Is now. IS NOW. The revolution is now. IS NOW.

Lyrics Post: “Winds of Change”, Y & T

This band, Y & T, one of the first I saw live, decades ago. Local, rock and roll, raw, unfettered.

This song, the last track on their second album, Earthshaker.

Still one of my favorites.

“Winds Of Change”

Look to the stars tonight
To find all that I need
Still there’s no sign of the answer
That I seek
Gaze through the window
Of all the faces unknown
Cold, dark, and empty eyes
With so far to go
I found the word inside my head
No longer turns
It’s lonely emptiness
Within me that burns
But still I’m searching
Searching madly
For the reason of the rhyme
If I could find the answer
I’d have it for all time

I can’t wait for tomorrow
I can’t wait for the stars or the sun or the seas to guide me
I can’t wait for tomorrow
Yet I know that I’ll find

Winds of change
Blowing strongly
Winds of change
Whispering…

Deep in my heart
I’ll find where to start
And follow the light to the end
And the truth will be told
For the young and the old
As the winds of change will blow
Never, never, never lonely
Standing on your own
You’ll face the fears of all of your years
And finally it’s you that you know

You can’t wait for tomorrow
You can’t wait for the stars or the sea or the sun to shine on you
You can’t wait for tomorrow
Listen for you, you better listen for

Winds of change
Blowing strongly
Winds of change
Whispering…
Winds of change
Blowing, blowing, blowing strongly
Winds of change
Whispering…

Whispering…
Blowing strongly
Whispering…
Blowing strongly
Seas, whispering
Sun’s shining on me
When the west wind blows
And it’s time for me to go
In the winds of change

Whispering…”

Lyrics Post: “Nothing Else Matters”, Metallica

“Nothing Else Matters” ,brought to you by Metallica.

An epic expression of a simple, rooted perspective, the lyric and music at a high level. It moves me every time I hear it.

“So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

I never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters”

Writer(s): Lars Ulrich, James Alan Hetfield

Lyrics Post: “Ghost Of A Chance”, RUSH

Another one from the Canadian band, RUSH. One of the few songs I can recall where Drummer/Lyricist Neil Peart writes on the theme of Romantic Love. And as usual (in my book), he captures it quite well. Great insights, in my humble opinion. Listen, Consider, Enjoy.

“Like a million little doorways

All the choices we made

All the stages we passed through

All the roles we played

For so many different directions

Our separate paths might have turned

With every door that we opened

Every bridge that we burned

Somehow we find each other

Through all that masquerade

Somehow we found each other

Somehow we have stayed

In a state of grace

I don’t believe in destiny

Or the guiding hand of fate

I don’t believe in forever

Or love as a mystical state

I don’t believe in the stars or the planets

Or angels watching from above

But I believe there’s a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love

And make it last…

Like a million little crossroads

Through the back streets of youth

Each time we turn a new corner

A tiny moment of truth

For so many different connections

Our separate paths might have made

With every door that we opened

Every game we played

Somehow we find each other

Through all that masquerade

Somehow we found each other

Somehow we have stayed

In a state of grace

I don’t believe in destiny

Or the guiding hand of fate

I don’t believe in forever

Or love as a mystical state

I don’t believe in the stars or the planets

Or angels watching from above

But I believe there’s a ghost of a chance we can find someone to love

And make it last…”

Lyrics Post: “The Necromancer”

This song from 1975 and the Canadian band RUSH, their third album, Caress of Steel. All three bandmates are credited for the song, but no doubt drummer Neil Peart had primary if not sole responsibility for the lyrics.

I don’t know the finer points of Peart’s writing, chronology, etc.; that said, this song must be one of the first he wrote with such creative flare, spinning off into other lands, mystical spaces, magic and forbidding.

[I. Into the Darkness]

‘As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky,
the three travelers, men of Willowdale,
emerge from the forest shadow.

Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying
into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer

Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt,
weakening the body and saddening the heart
Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres…
stripped of will and soul, only
their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for vengeance…’

Silence shrouds the forest
As the birds announce the dawn
Three trav’llers ford the river
And southward journey on
The road is lined with peril
The air is charged with fear
The shadow of his nearness
Weighs like iron tears

[II. Under the Shadow]

‘Shreds of black cloud loom in overcast skies.
The Necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes.
He views all his lands and is already aware of the three helpless invaders
trapped in his lair…’

Brooding in the tower
Watching o’er his land
Holding ev’ry creature
Helplessly they stand
Gaze into his prisms
Knowing they are near
Lead them to the dungeons
Spectres numb with fear
They bow defeated

[III. Return Of the Prince]

‘Enter the Champion
Prince By-Tor appears to battle for freedom from chains of long years
The spell has been broken…the Dark Lands are bright.
The Wraith of the Necromancer soars
away in the night.’

Stealthily attacking
By-Tor slays his foe
The men are free to run now
From labyrinths below
The Wraith of Necromancer
Shadows through the sky
Another land to darken
With evil prism eye

Lyrics Post: “I Think I’m Going Bald”

I wrote a paper for a class in college, the Biology of Aging. For the paper, I researched what happens with “male pattern baldness.” I can’t rightly recall the details, but I do remember the title: “I Think I’m Going Bald.”

This song, brought to you by the Canadian band, RUSH, was and is, AWESOME. Early tune, enjoy the humor.

“I looked in the mirror today
My eyes just didn’t seem so bright
I’ve lost a few more hairs
I think I’m going bald

I think I’m going bald

Seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night
Dreams of youth
And simple truths
Now we’re so involved
So involved with life

Walk down vanity fair
Memory lane everywhere
Wall Street shuffles there
Dressed in flowing hair

Once we loved the flowers
Now we ask the price of the land
Once we would take water
But now it must be wine
Now we’ve been
And now we’ve seen
What price peace of mind

Take a piece of my mind

My life is slipping away
I’m aging every day
But even when I’m grey
I’ll still be grey my way”

Writers: Peart, Lee, Lifeson

Resident Evil

Anger, frustration, disappointment, rage, etc. I heard it said recently in a song, “Anger is a gift.” This perspective was being shared be a revolutionary, someone calling for massive social change.

I think the idea was / is, if you’re so mad, so furious that you are willing to go to extremes, and push on past established limits, challenge power, and the rage inside you fuels your energy to persevere through struggle and hardship to a noble end, that’s…a gift.

Maybe so.

Certainly I get the idea, certainly know there’s plenty of injustice in the world, plenty of systems and circumstances where it seems that logic and mercy and justice are needed, where perseverance and extreme actions might apply to facilitate change.

Fine.

But what of the emotions themselves? All human emotions are natural; it’s part of what we are, who we are, we’re “feeling” beings. And those feelings can be powerful, overwhelming, difficult to understand, even difficult to control.

And that’s at the heart of this humble piece. If negative emotions, those that can swallow us up, if they grow and take over and otherwise go unchecked, I think those emotions can lead to evil.

I speak from experience.

I’ve felt it creeping in, evil trying, ever so sly, ever so slow, to seep into my soul, to make me someone I don’t want to be.

Mind you, it wasn’t anything major that occurred, nothing too earth-shattering that caused this process to begin. And maybe that’s the point.

The circumstance was, is, basically a conflict with someone I’m close to; the conflict comes from a fundamental difference of approach and opinion on what’s appropriate, what’s the “right thing to do.”

And because this person is close to me, I assume this person will have the same perspective, and actually that we won’t have conflict, that we’re on the same page with a decision that has to be made.

And yet we miss.

We are not on the same page.

And in fact it seems like we are fundamentally seeing the situation from two different places. And this situation is frustrating to me. It causes me to be angry. It causes me to be critical and judgmental. I causes me a slow and quite rage deep in my craw.

How do I know? I’ve woken up repeatedly thinking about it. It’s festering. Right now, it’s festering. And until the situation is resolved, it will bother me.

So how does this relate to evil?

I’ve imagined of late how these feelings, if not checked, could otherwise slowly push you over to attitudes and actions that you might not think were in your DNA otherwise. Mind you, I am aware and in control (as much as I can be) of these negative feelings and process through them each time the come to the surface.

But I can easily see how evil could take hold, if I let it. I can see how negative attitude could become the foundation of the relationship, evil pushing aside the history and the relations I have with this person otherwise.

I can see how it might become resident evil within. I can see how evil could destroy my relationship, destroy my life, make me someone I don’t want to be. But I won’t let it.

No. No I won’t.

Evil might visit, but it will take no residence in me.


 


 

Seasons of Love

This song brings me to tears pretty much every time I hear it. Feel alive. Soak it up. GOOD.

“Seasons Of Love”
(from “Rent (Original Broadway Cast Recording)” soundtrack)

[All:]
525,600 minutes
525,000 moments so dear
525,600 minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In 525,600 minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love

[Joanne:]
525,600 minutes
525,600 journeys to plan
525,600 minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or man?

[Collins:]
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died

[All:]
It’s time now to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let’s celebrate, remember a year
In the life of friends

[All & Joanne:]
Remember the love
You got to, you got to remember the love
Remember the love
You know that love is a gift from up above
Remember the love
Share love, give love, spread love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Measure, measure your life in love

Writer(s): Larson , Jonathan D
This song is often associated with World AIDS Day, because four of the lead characters have HIV or AIDS.

Jonathan Larson, whom this track written and composed by, thought that “Seasons of Love” should be performed at Angel’s funeral, but when Larson died the night before the preview opening of the show, the cast sang it at the beginning of the second act to pay their respects to him.

Your Cell, Your Space Station, Your Home

We’ve been cooped up for a while.  

Second month under way, Shelter In Place, living with the COVID-19 pandemic.  Brings to mind at least a couple other situations where people are living under controlled conditions.

Can you imagine living in a prison cell?   6 feet x 9 feet, your reality up to 23 hours a day.   Living confined, no obvious variety to your day-to-day, forced to look within, forced to free your mind, the only space you can truly control.

Or maybe being in outer space itself, on a mission aboard the International Space Station, living in confined and gravity-light environ, spinning around the Earth at 17,000 miles an hour.  Your work would consume most of your waking time on the ISS, no doubt, but you would still most likely struggle with the living conditions and monotony. 

Or you could be at home, living under Shelter In Place Orders from your county and state.  You could be trying to keep yourself and your family healthy and safe in the midst of a global pandemic that’s infected over 2.4 million people (known), and killed more than 165,000 people globally.

It’s not convenient.  It’s not easy.  It’s not pleasant sometimes, and can be down right challenging; many people feel (rightly so), that their lives have been shaken up, turned upside down. 

Yep, it’s not easy, not by any stretch.  Then again, it’s within our capabilities, if we have our health and some source of income to keep going.  KEEP GOING.  We need to take it a day at a time; you might even take it an hour at a time.  What can you do next to make things a little better, to do your job, to keep things going forward? 

Do that.  Then do the next thing.   

Step by step, moment by moment.  It’s ok.  Keep going.

 

 

Vigil

Were You There?

This African-American Spiritual, first published in 1899, it well, it digs deep at the heart of the matter: from sorrow and anguish and darkness…to…The Light.

“Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they pierced him in the side?

Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble. Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Were you there when he rose up from the dead?
Were you there when he rose up from the dead?

Sometimes I feel like shouting ‘Glory, glory, glory!’
Were you there when he rose up from the dead?”

More on the song history here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Were_You_There?wprov=sfti1