Just Another Lazy Monday

How can I be so lazy as to not post in half a year. Here’s music. You’ve probably already heard it. But these are actually a few of my favourite bands. Be back soon.

“Brighter than the Sun” by Brick + Mortar

Every Brick + Mortar song is gold. Can honestly say favourite band.

“Train” by Brick + Mortar

Okay this video is honestly amazing. I’ve watched it fifty times.

“Wolves without Teeth” by Of Monsters and Men

“We Sink” by Of Monsters and Men

Some newer stuff? :

“Glorious Morning” by Waterflame

“Tribe Society” by Kings

“Creation” by True Noir

Just Another Music Monday

Probably most of these songs aren’t new to everyone, but they helped get me through a busy time at work and are continuing to improve my day!

“Lifted Up (1985)” by Passion Pit

Oh well, how many years has it been now?
How many days went to waste?
Now the rain and the thunder are clashing
The Sun’s got a smile ‘cross the face
Oh, but yeah I’m so tired
I fight so hard and come back beaten
Beacon, burn through it brightly
Soared through a sliver of space

“Winter is Coming” by Firewoodisland
(I don’t know half the words but I sing along anyway.
Can someone get on these lyrics, please?)

“Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon
I enjoy this fun tune almost as much as their “Anna Sun”
This band definitely needs to keep producing these catchy, FUN, dance-y songs!

“What Kind of Man” by Florence + the Machine

But I can’t beat you
Cause I’m still with you
Oh mercy I implore
How do you do it
I think I’m through it
Then I’m back against the wall

What kind of man loves like this

“No Room in Frame” by Death Cab for Cutie

Was I in your way
When the cameras turned to face you?
No room in frame
For two
And how can I stay
In the sun
When the rain flows
All through my veins
It’s true

“The Road You Didn’t Take” by Stornoway

There is something dark and beautiful and magical about this song. *Repeat*

Get high up on the mountain
Feel your lungs start burning as you rise
Sometimes when you get to this height
You will see another hill to climb
But sometimes all you can see
When you look down the other side
It’s the road you didn’t take
The road you didn’t take
It’s the road you didn’t take
The road you didn’t take

“Monkey Tree” by Mother Mother

Do not ask me what my obsession with this band is – I can’t explain it.
Although it probably has something to do with their weirdness…

Tied to the rat race,
A big bird in a small cage.
You’re tied with a tightrope,
And you wiggle but it won’t let go.
You wanna be a free bird,
You wanna be a free lover, see
You gotta run from the shepherd.
Run, run away with me.

Why Not Wednesday

Part 2 to “The Path of Englightment”

I never whisper.
My voice is loud, a raucous disturbance, ever ignoring the “Shush!”
I am never quiet.

I never hesitate.
Words and ideas spill, tumbling out of my mind.
I eagerly share. I am most often right. I provide solutions.
I never keep silent.

I am always moving.
Desk work is not an option, only an afterthought.
I run, jump, jiggle and squirm, hum and tap my foot to music.
Or no music. There is always something, a magical force unseen, driving movement.
I am never lethargic.

I am always hopeful.
I believe that change is possible, and that we are drivers of it.
I watch Trews, true news, news you can trust, Russell Brand.
I read Jezebel, watch TED talks, push articles on ideas of radical change.
I watch shows that make me laugh, and I dream of writing them one day.
I never despair.

I am happy.
Sure, occasionally I’m down, and then up and then down but then up again.
I am happy when I watch stand up. I am happy at home and at play.
I am sometimes called cynical – this I believe, but I am always an optimist.
I read in escapism, a happy tale with a happy ending.
I am confident and assured. I lead friends to fun and adventure, endless.
I never cry.

I never will
I never will
I never will
I never will
I never will
I never will
I never will

I never will feel trapped in a system of, not an endemic cage of systematic oppression or perjury. I never will allow the purging of the weak and disadvantaged.

If I witness terror, if I am close enough to feel the heat of its breath,
the anguish of inevitably, inescapable…
I will escape. I will help others.
I never will be one with the rich, the oppressors, share that mindset,
that destitution of morality, the greed.
I never will believe that you are that way because you deserve it, but I will take into account what you have been deprived of, what desperate circumstances have brought you here. The deserving sentence being social justice, income equality, equal opportunity.

I may witness the utmost veracity in the irrefutable fact of
violence committed against those unworthy of its abuse
But I never will tolerate it.

I will wreak havoc with the system.
I will be a thorn in its side.
I will hold a candle to the dark.

Perfection is tedium. Consistency is lifeless.
I never will walk this narrow path they’ve laid
which anticipates the death of many.
Mental, Physical and Spiritual Deaths.
I will walk unafraid.

We can dismantle this path together,
knowing it currently leads to
the abyss of anguish
the hollows of hopelessness
a ditch of desperation.

I never will agonize over avarice.
I condemn these useless trivial pursuits and malicious stipends,
ripped from the mouths of babes.

That is never how you build a community
to love, to share, to support.
That is how you destroy a world.
That is useless.

I never will be useless.

Why not Wednesday?

A note to those I have demonized

I no longer put myself in your shoes
I hardly see you as human

Your perspective is different than mine
and although I have the ability to see your side
I refuse to, for you do not attempt to see through my lens

My struggles become greater than yours
and I block out your troubles – big and small
You cannot suffer as I do

How fortunate you are! I see your wealth
and I see how easy things are for you
You do what you want, when you want
with little regard for my interests or even my
NEEDS

I do not empathize with you
You have created your life around you
You have control and power over your SELF
and if you are in a bad situation –
it has been brought on by your
poor decisions and lack of wisdom

You do not seek my help
and I avoid your input
You have poured toxic waste
into my habitat creating cesspools
of misery in my ecosystem
drowning my vigor and smothering my
ESSENCE

I am contaminated by you

I wear goggles when I am around you
that preserve my eyes while altering my vision
of YOU

You scare me

I no longer trust you
and I have felt for some time
that you do not trust me

A bond is broken

I no longer understand you
I no longer attempt to
You do not attempt to understand me
You do not see me as I am

You don’t hear me

Or is it that you don’t listen?
Communication has malfunctioned
The repairman is out for the day,
for the month, the year

I don’t know how to fix it

Or I refuse to fix it

I am tired of bending
I feel I have broken in so many places
I feel that I have attempted
to build a bridge between us
and that you have set it on fire

I am sensitive

I cut the bonds with those who hurt me
My skin is thin
I cannot take your criticism
I think you give it without consideration
of my ABILITIES, my TALENTS, my STRENGTH
I feel you give it unsolicited
I feel you judge me
and I will not hesitate to fight
fire with fire

I have judged you

I have condemned you

If you were a building
I would not enter

If you were a bed
I would not lie there

If you were a meal
I would not partake

If you were salvation
I would burn in HELL

You are a living demon
and if I have not cut you
out of my life yet…

I will.

Why Not Wednesday?

“Walk Unafraid,” Lyrics by R.E.M.

As the sun comes up, as the moon goes down
These heavy notions creep around
It makes me think, long ago
I was brought into this life a little lamb
A little lamb
Courageous, stumbling
Fearless was my middle name.
But somewhere there I lost my way
Everyone walks the same
Expecting me to step
The narrow path they’ve laid
They claim to
Walk unafraid
I’ll be clumsy instead
Hold me, love me or leave me high.

Say “keep within the boundaries if you want to play.”
Say “contradiction only makes it harder.”
How can I be
What I want To be?
When all I want to do is strip away
These stilled constraints
And crush this charade
Shred this sad masquerade
I don’t need no persuading
I’ll trip, fall, pick myself up and
Walk unafraid
I’ll be clumsy instead
Hold me, love me or leave me high.

Just Another Music Monday

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would

Looking Too Closely by Fink

El Condor Pasa (If I could)

Walk Unafraid covered by First Aid Kit

Honesty by Fink

To a Poet by First Aid Kit

How can I be
What I want To be?
When all I want to do is strip away
These stilled constraints
And crush this charade
Shred this sad masquerade

My Life as a Word

If my life is an ocean deep,
I cannot control the barrage of waves,
the frigid waters, nor the undertow
dragging me to the depths

If my life is a forest fire
I cannot control the wind fanning the flames,
save the woodland creatures fleeing in terror,
nor escape the scorching heat
threatening to turn me to ash

If my life is a vast, dry desert
I cannot command the rain to fall,
the drought to end, nor cast the sun from the sky
though it burns my skin

If my life is an afflicted plague
I cannot control its spread,
it’s path of destruction, or the numbers
it kills through perilous infection

If my life is a car without brakes
I cannot stop the fuel, slow the speed,
nor save all that lies in my path
though surely the wreckage is inevitable

If my life is me
All I have is me,
and what’s perhaps in my pocket –
not much, no ring of elven gold, but maybe
some chap stick and string –

All I control are these aching bones
attached to my withering limbs
and slackening skin

but also I command my language;
I have a ferocity with words
and often unleash them without thought,
they are my last defense.

I build a life raft of syllables uttered from these lips
I create a proverbial shield against the bombardment of fire
and run away on legs made from quick-witted phrases
I dig a hole with my spade of savvy repertoire, collecting
dew on a makeshift leaf of colloquium and self-talk
to filter tears of discourse to drinking water

I wear a murmuring mask articulating both the danger
and saving grace of infectious confabulation
I jump from moving vehicles with a parachute of parlance
and cushion my fall with doublespeak softness

There is redemption in language and controlling one’s own voice
There is power in joining your speech and your mind
to conquer villains of the world and of the imagination

If my life is a word
it is resilient.