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Love this Phillip Glass inspired piece by Rufus Wainwright. I don't have a Euphonium player handy, but I've got my lips. . .
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A song about the ultimate longing. The 10 year type. The one that ties in other songs and melodies along the way. Complete with Coastal Views, Wurlitzers, Stellar Coffee. . . you know, all the good things. It's Chemical. . . Chemical- Words and Music by Alison Harris
You flew away, freeing my heart I finally know, it isn’t the start of something beautiful Oh what a love, oh what a day Baby to think I was ready to give it all away We’ll meet again, high as the stars when you’re fighting to win, the need for a victory is Chemical I fought for your heart, I fell down with ease Scraped up my elbows and tore up my knees Oh what a love, oh what a night If you’re trying to find me I’ll be in the last dream on the right Someday you’ll say, give me the key When the lock has been rusted away and your heart gives in to Gravity I don’t know what it is about you I just can’t get enough of the view Fell so hard, I got proof in the scars This love is adrenaline, it’s Chemical A new demo of a very old song- written about my first lover, still rings true. My parents met in a Balkan Folk Dance class and singing group and you can hear the drones and beautiful dissonance of Balkan music in this tune. Where are you now my friend
You said you’d be here ’til the end And what do you see now You’re looking out from different ground I’d like to see you I want to reminisce I’d like to feel you Open Open Open up Open Open Can we re-define our bliss Is it you or myself that I miss Where is that girl I used to know Is she buried somewhere deep below I’d like to see her I want to dance again Are you my Anchor Are you my Lover Or my Friend Or another end This one just poured out of me this evening and I recorded it. It's really the way I like to create most- from a deep place of processing and healing. I hope it brings you some of the same or provides some kind of window through to a new space. Ever since I was little
Livin in my own world Shut down and belittled Lonely Little Girl It’s not that I wasn’t loved Not that I wasn’t praised But the bloodlines of trauma Are the hell that I raised Oh the hell that I raised I was taught a hard lesson about the nature of love I learned to feel less than I learned to scream and shove and now that I’ve seen you how I want to reach in But I don’t want to lead you To the damage within Oh the damage within Inst (B) So if I scream and shout Will you still hear me out And will you let me touch you When the fire is out When the fire is out Cause it’s nice to be lonely It’s so peaceful and quiet And I can be just as dirty And low down as I like But then hunger sets in Every inch of my skin And I just want you to hold me I just want to begin Can we begin again? Music is beautiful therapy for the blues. Creativity takes the blues and turns those feelings of sadness, depression, anxiety- into rejuvenating lightening to share with the world. This song expresses that beautifully. Thanks for taking a listen to my cover of Hot Rize's "Blue is Fallin'."
To be honest, I've been self-isolating for awhile now. As an only child, solitude feels like a natural state of being. As I've stepped away from the public entertainment sphere in degrees over the years to balance the needs of motherhood, I discover a different voice, one that feels quieter but more true. I remember using this measure of song and songwriting as a young writer- that if my writing and performance felt "True", I had achieved my goal of creative expression. Joni Mitchell's writing is so many things- complex, universal, deeply personal and unique. It was a pleasure to learn this song that feels like it captured the writer's truth and resonates deeply in so many hearts. Please enjoy my piano/vocal arrangement of "Hejira" by Joni Mitchell. Hejira- Joni Mitchell
I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shocked love away There's comfort in melancholy When there's no need to explain It's just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now I am returning to myself These things that you and I suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen, strains of Benny Goodman Coming through' the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know I'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones I know, no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone Well, I looked at the granite markers Those tributes to finality, to eternity And then I looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church, they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There is the hope and the hopelessness I've witnessed thirty years We're only particles of change I know, I know Orbiting around the sun But how can I have that point of view When I'm always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Wave truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank From the window of a hotel room I'm traveling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way |
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