Time to rest, rest your head
Rest in your bed
Time for sleeping, peaceful sleeping
Sleep that rests the soul
Trying to face your mortality
Without the warmth
Without tomorrow ahead
Crossing through the night you will die
Bringing your burden here to release
When you wake, we will say
“Have some juice, some orange juice
Some fresh orange juice
Fresh from orchards
My father’s orchards
From the work of his hands
From the riches of the soil”
Oh my god, will it happen so
That I will lose my eyes?
Lose my ears?
Lose my arms and legs?
To speak without a body?
you are mine, you are mine
falling asleep at the wheel
we divide, our hands and our minds
we fly straight through the windshield
is this the end, the end of our lives
oh we can’t say for sure
i turn my head to see where you lay
asleep, you’re still asleep
and if we are dead, who will pretend
that this was more than it seemed
that these cars and roads and places we go
couldn’t hold our spirits still
Lee Bozeman (Luxury, All Things Bright & Beautiful) has just put out an EP entitled Mea Culpa under the moniker Orient Is His Name. I had the privilege of contributing to one of the songs on it. Definitely check it out. It’s available for download here:
Ornaments is a Christmas album project dreamed up by my friend Jeremy Cordy. He approached me in early November 2009 with the idea of gathering the various musically talented friends we had to try to put together something beautiful. I couldnʼt be more pleased with the results.
Comprised of almost entirely original songs, the project was an attempt to fill a few gaps in the Christmas music we were used to hearing all the time and explore some different scenarios and ideas.
Being a full-time working newly-wed with siblings-in-law and friends who are getting married has taken away from my time recording. Additionally, I do not have ready-access to my recording space as it is a half-hour commute in the opposite direction of my work’s half-hour commute!
In spite of this, I had time to do a little recording about a week ago for a collaborative project. More to come for it, too.
As you can see from the post below, I have enabled a weekly “Tweet summary” post that collects all of my twitter posts (which range far and wide in topics). I apologize as such a collection likely doesn’t interest you, but it provides a nice archive for me and a reflection point on how I used my week.
In any case, how are things for you these days, dear reader? Have you been able to do the things you want to do? What have you done lately in service of such goals?
Once upon a time I was a sophomore in high school, living in Nairobi, Kenya. Television in Kenya was, to this American boy, an irrational mix with no rhyme or reason. Sunset Beach, WWF, failed tv shows (Meego?), strange commercials, and obscure movies. It was surreal to see captial-a American television in a foreign context, like eating McDonalds on Mars or something.
One movie that I encountered on Kenyan television was the film The Last Butterfly. The film is about a french stage mime, Antoine Moreau, who is compelled by the Gestapo to put on a show for the children of Terezin, a “model” concentration camp set up to trick Red Cross observers about the true nature of the camps. Antoine gradually becomes wise to the truth of the situation and where the “transports” were really taking the Jews. He then sets out to stage a show to end all shows, in (suicidal/martyring) protest.
It is not as intense of a movie as, say, Schindler’s List or The Pianist, but it is very good. I bring it up because in the movie there is a bittersweet song that caught my ears at the time and I wanted to post the lyrics here. It’s called Signs of Spring.
Come and I’ll teach you to smile up at cloudy skies
Just listen to me and I’ll help you see
Life with lovers’ eyes
Rain just means that sunshine must be on its way
Lovers know the darkest hour comes before the day
Lovers have no fears of what the year ahead will bring
They know the cold of winter is another sign of spring
Even in the dead of winter I hear some bird sing
For cold and snow, as lovers know, are only signs of spring
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