Lightning - ברק

SINS OF ALL THE FATHERS

The world is not evolving
The world is not evolving
The earth it just revolves
Turning circles ‘round the sun

That’s why the sins of all the fathers
The sins of all the fathers
The sins of all the fathers
Are committed by the sons.

And if you’re looking for an answer
Looking for an answer
Hoping for an answer
I’m sad to say there’s none

And that the biases of mothers
The prejudice of brothers
Suspiciousness of others
Is a part of everyone

The world is not evolving
The world is not evolving
The earth it just revolves
Turning circles ‘round the sun

That’s why the sins of all the fathers
The sins of all the fathers
The sins of all the fathers
Are committed by the sons

And if you thought that things were different
Thought that things were different
Hoped that things were different
Well you’re not the only one

I’m looking differently at mothers
Differently at brothers
Differently at others
And at fathers and their sons

The world is not evolving
The world is not evolving
The earth it just revolves
Turning circles ‘til we’re done

That’s why the sins of all the fathers
The sins of all the fathers
The sins of all the fathers
Are committed by the sons

And if you thought that things were different 
Hoped things could be different 
Want things to be different 
Know that change can start with one

By acting differently with others
Differently as mothers
Differently as brothers
And as fathers and as sons

Sins of All the Fathers

Lyrics:

Spent my Autumn treading water
Winter winds, they made me falter
In the spring I finally chose
To let the light in

And like the sun, I too shall rise
From the depths, into the sky
Yeah, like the summer sun 
I too shall rise

So sing, cicada sing
Of all the joy this life can bring
There's so much light that lies within
Oh sing, cicada
Sing, cicada
Sing

I'm growing out of my old skin
One season ends, a new begins
Now I'm finally feeling change
On my horizon

And like the sun, I too shall rise
From the depths, into the sky
Yeah, like the summer sun
I too shall rise

So sing, cicada sing
Of all the joy this life can bring
There's so much light that lies within
Oh sing, cicada
Sing cicada
Sing

Oh sing, cicada sing
Your time has finally come to roam
So shake the dirt off of your bones
And sing, cicada
Sing, cicada
Sing

Sing, Cicada, Sing

Love I Can Touch

Zombie apocalypse in the neighbourhood
Everyone fought back at them the best they could
Now it's pretty obvious it won't do any good
Zombies always win, I think that's understood
No one left but me, that's just the way things are
No one left but me -- just me and my guitar.

Peeking through my window, sneaking through my door
Creeping on a rooftop, can't take it anymore
Not a single soul is left from my life before
But I gotta play guitar again -- and that's for sure
So I took it from the case, and plugged it in my amp
Got Dad's old generator out, made sure it had some gas.

The zombies came a-shufflin' just like you'd expect
Bustin' down the fence and climbing on the deck
I could see them through the windows surrounding the entire place
With their classic mangulations and damage to the face
So I broke out my best licks, this was my final chance
Then thru the window I suddenly saw those zombies start to dance!

Doing the zombie shuffle, stompin on the deck
Doing the zombie shuffle, they're brain-dead but what the heck
Doing the zombie shuffle, trampling on the fence
Doing the zombie shuffle, hey! they're the perfect audience
I was feeling kinda hopeful, maybe the worst was past
But then Dad's old generator, suddenly ran outa gas!

Zombie Shuffle MASTER [nov 24]

Cake
With the candles lit
cause you demanded it
and we sang songs for you
A smirk
a cruel condescending look
that was all it took
and I crumbled down
Dean drew the map for my getaway
Countries I crossed, abroad
Till 13 days later.
Came the call. Dean's voice.
Your fatherland's calling you home...

Old Games
Crunching bones of pain
Cataracts and hurricanes
What’s the use?
That wind
Circling the family tree
Blows obscene poetry
And we’re all knocked down
He claims that he wants to apologise
I've heard this before
That wind
It travels in circles
And it speaks, it pleads,
The fatherlands calling you home..

Oh!
He's no superman.
Weaker even than I am.

Come
Take me home again
Make me whole again
I'm too tired

Fatherland

Sprinting the hallway
Crashing through doors 
scooping you up 
from the desolate floor
Kissing your forehead
You in my arms
Precious and light
like some silvery star
Where is it hurting?
How do you feel?
I remember just silence
though we all must have screamed
when you dropped to the ground
with your eyes rolling back
whiter than lapland snow

Rain pounding harder
Breaking the lights
The night its against us
Its wicked and wild
It's dark in the park
as we speed and we steer
A shadowy look
From a menacing deer
And the guard looks the same
at the hospital desk
As I plead in a panic
Forget it he says
Its busy tonight, like it is every night..
To the back of the queue you go

Chorus 1
And all I see
On this cold hard planet
Is no love
Or mystery
Just a waiting room that's carnage,
All hard-edged and mean,
My jacket round your shoulders,
It's just you and I in A&E.

Waiting for hours
Bodies awash
A scene from some frightful
Hieronymous bosch 
A nurse barks her orders
its news that we seek
And we're tiptoeing now
Through the weak and the meek
Through the puke and the piss
Through the freaks from the streets
They're all harmless I guess, 
but they still make you shriek,
Then the nurse holds me back,
I let go of your hand, 
And through a curtain you walk alone

Chorus 2
And all I see
On this cold hard planet
Is no love
Or mystery
And I've been fighting with your mother
and this system is obscene,
Those lousy politicans,
its just you and I in A& E

Bridge
I remember I was in the first year of my new job when you were born
I carried you in my arms and I whispered in your ear 'you'll carry me home too one day'
And I checked the car seat 15 times before we left to bring you home from this same hospital
And I lay you down in a fresh gown in a straw cot as gentle as a bud
 of cotton.

Driving you home now
Sun starts to rise
You're falling asleep
On the passenger side.
Hours we waited.
You were just dehydrated.
The doctors were angry,
Their time we were wasting
But I'm here with you.
You're here with me.
Lost pilgrims both.
And if you are not the word of God God never spoke.

You and I in A&E

The middle one’s in the kitchen stirring flowers in hot water to make secret magic potions.
The radio, it’s buzzing low, they’re talking about high crimes and plastics floating in the ocean.
The youngest’s baking bread.
The eldest’s still in bed.
And the dog’s just barking.

And you step out the shower. Hair towelled up. Bead of water drips from nose to lip.
To the mirror you saunter slow,
oh those soft soles and toes and that lilting in your hips,
You turn your face into the light
You put that shadow on your eyes
And that mascara

And me, I’m sitting in the garden. Strumming chords for songs that no-one wants to know..
I’m thinking bout the greats.  And the not-so-greats.  And the somewhere in-betweens. And I’m thinking about…… Bono

And why’s a grown man in his early forties thinking about Bono you might ask and sure that’s a pretty good question
I saw him on the TV recently.  And it was clear to me, we have the very same obsession

He hears Nina, He hears Bob
In their voice the word of God,
He wants to be like them

And me, I’m trying to be like them too. But I guess it’s true he’s a little further down the street.
Not too much though. This Bono knows. There’s a long way to go before he matches Astral Weeks.

Or Django Rheinhards gypsy sound,
or the early Velvet Underground,
Oh lord we’re both really striving,

And in my weaker moments, I worry nothing I make will mean anything to anybody no.
And behind those tinted glasses, I see that very same fear right here in the eyes of Bono.

And it makes me just want to take him around the shoulder and hug him and say:

It’ll all work out
It’ll all work out, Bono.
It’ll all work out
When we’re sitting there at the pearly gate
with all the greats and no difference between us
And what a way it was to spend a life anyway..

Oh Bono
Oh Bono

I snap myself out my dream. I check my watch. It’s lunchtime and my tummy’s rumbling.
Pat the youngest on the head. Butter up a slice of her fresh bread, then back to working.
This line’s staying in.  Put this one in the bin. Then write another.

I’ll chisel at the melody so its pure and clean and strong and simple,
The words I’ll choose to light the mood, they’ll be crystal clear and true and nimble,

All sonorous of sound,
All delicious in the mouth,
And all full of longing

And maybe, one day, who’s to say, a masterpiece from my heart will flow?
The joy is in the trying they say.  
And I’m sure he feels the same way too, does Bono.

Oh Bono.
Oh Bono.

It’ll all work out...

Thinkin bout Bono

This is a track inspired by what has got to be one of the more influential Rock Albums in my World!
It seemed like to right time to put this one out: The World in General continues to be an increasingly less friendly place--featuring animalistic behavior from those in any position of authority right on down to all the rest.
I've been experimenting with tunings lately; and I've found that my somewhat "vintage" Gibson Les Paul Special seems to favor being tuned in "D Standard"...which is the original tuning employed for this iconic and timeless Pink Floyd number.
I've given this version an "outro treatment" employing a "Dog Combat Soundtrack" edit and mix (with light "phase", of course!); which seemed appropriate, since the original had some "Dog Audio Samples" inserted in it, as well!
As per usual, I'm responsible for all of the sounds you are hearing here--including concept, performance and production. - Thrust

Jam In D(ogs)...Combat Outro - Rock Interpretive Instrumental by Groove Crater Method (Pink Floyd)

Un extrait de la bande son pour la performance de Nawelle Aïneche.
Première présentation est faite le 3 juin aux Subsistances (Lyon).
L'ambiance sonore aquatique et flottant comme si un foetus entendait la musique...
Installation & performance : Nawelle Aïnèche
Composition musicale : Yôko Higashi

extrait de la bande son pour la performance MATRICE de Nawelle Aïneche

Born in Montreal, Andy Kim was inspired by the Beatles, Hank Williams, Frank Sinatra, Elvis, Buddy Holly, and Bob Dylan. He found fame in New York City at just 16 years old when he wrote How’d We Ever Get This Way?, the first of nine Billboard Top 40 hits, including #1 songs Rock Me Gently and Sugar, Sugar, one of Billboard’s “Greatest Songs of All Time.” A true Canadian son, Andy has been awarded the country’s top industry honours three times, the JUNO Award for outstanding achievements in the record industry, as well as the Indie Award for Favorite Solo Artist and a star on Canada’s Walk Of Fame. Andy is a member of Songwriters Hall of Fame and was inducted into Billboard’s Hit Parade Hall of Fame. Over his epic career, Andy has sold over 30 million records, and The Archies’ “Sugar, Sugar” has been streamed over 350 million times on Spotify and YouTube.
For nearly 20 years, The Andy Kim Christmas has been gathering friends and fans together to celebrate the spirit and generosity of the musical community with all proceeds going to charity. The concerts have brought people together from coast to coast on television and in concert, bringing its cumulative money raised to over $2.3 million. The one-of-a-kind charity event has previously included performances by some of the country’s most sought-after singer-songwriters and performers. Past guests include Ron Sexsmith, Kim Mitchell, Sarah McLachlan, Buffy Sainte-Marie, Feist, The Sheepdogs, City and Colour, Nelly Furtado, and more.

Tom Wilson is a Canadian music legend, famed storyteller, and visual artist, is a three-time Juno winning Canadian musician with multiple gold records. He has written for and recorded songs with Sarah McLachlan, City and Colour, Jason Isbell, Colin James, Lucinda Williams, Billy Ray Cyrus, Mavis Staples, and The Rankin Family. His band Junkhouse has scored eleven top-ten hits, and his iconic, Americana-fuelled Blackie and the Rodeo Kings have organically evolved into one of the finest roots-oriented bands in music and remains one of Canada’s greatest treasures. Tom’s most recent incarnation, Lee Harvey Osmond, has received extensive praise and airplay throughout North America. His art has shown in galleries in New York City, Vancouver, Toronto and more recently, Ottawa.
But uncovering a web of family secrets set him off on a lifelong journey to reconnect with his identity. With a rare gift for storytelling and an astonishing story to tell, in his critically acclaimed autobiography, Beautiful Scars, Tom writes with unflinching honesty and extraordinary compassion about his search for the truth. It's a story about scars, about the ones that hurt us, and the ones that make us who we are.

Andy Kim & Tom Wilson Order of Canada with Bill King

MUSIC:  Paul Ernest S. Gervacio
LYRICS:  Andrew D. Vajna

PRODUCER:  Paul Ernest S. Gervacio
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER:  PJ Productions Incorporation

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Thinkin bout Bono

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