Lovely. More and more I appreciate that we all have these experiences in common, so one person's song can also be another's too.

Week 27 #songaweek2022. Image is an illustration by Virginia Frances Sterrett from "Old French Fairy Tales" (1920). Didn't have time for a better recording this week - this is a phone voice memo with people talking in the kitchen :) 

Silver starlight, lilac breeze, windows open wide
Something ventured, something lovely gained
Spring becoming summer, woman grown from tender child
I was never going to be the same

I can’t forget how it felt, can’t remember what happened
I fell under your spell, got mixed up in your magic

Moonlight on the road, whisper of leaves through the yard
Evening breathing cool upon my skin
Music in the wind and new horizons in my heart
I close my eyes and it comes back again

I can’t forget how it felt, can’t remember what happened
I fell under your spell, got mixed up in your magic

Sunshine and the birds are singing, cold rain, I’m alone
It doesn’t really make much difference
I hold you in the deepness where I keep the love I’ve known
And spread you out in everything I bless

I can’t forget how it felt, can’t remember what happened
I fell under your spell, got mixed up in your magic

I Can’t Forget How It Felt

"Under Where" (#580, 220711)

I heard a joke on NPR
Must a been a week ago
I can't recall the way it starts
But the end that much I know

It started with a simple phrase
When Person A says, "under there"
And Person B not one bit phased
Takes the bait saying, "under where?"

And then we laugh until we cry
And finally we're young again
That's all it takes to press rewind
On the clock my friend

Now every day I tell a joke
To someone in my life
It's not world peace but even so
Seems to make me feel alright
I feel alright

Week 28 - Under Where (220711)

Here we go out the barrel of a gun again
Breaking out into the sun again
Out to get the job done
but do you know….  who pulled the trigger made you run again?
made you do (do) what you've done done again?
where'd the idea come from?

Pullled about,  eternally
all we are, is what they made us
torn apart, but glad to be
all we are - we're flesh and bone

And here we go, out for another round of fun and games
outnumbered 46 to one again
but never tell me the odds
but as we grow, you’ll end up how they wanted anyway
til what you want is only what they say - you’re in the lap of the gods

The price to pay, for being cor…poreal, is selfish genes. 
Sic transit… gloria… mundae
They pull us away
So here we go - and here we go…

Here we go out the barrel of a gun again
Breaking out into the sun again
Out to get the job done
but do you know… who pulled the trigger made you run again?
made you do (do) what you've done done again?
where'd the idea come from?

The price to pay, for being cor…poreal, is selfish genes. 
Sic transit… gloria… mundae
They pull us away
And here we go - so here we go…

Flesh And Bone

Just get stoned
(Mark I. Anderson)

[1st Verse]
The papers lie there / Waiting on me
Waiting for me / to sign my name
When I sign them / then it’s all over
If it’s over / that’s a shame
I don’t wanna walk away
I don’t wanna walk alone
I don’t wanna / sign the papers
Think I’d rather / just get stoned 

[2nd Verse]
The papers lie there / looking at me
Looking at me / fall apart
When it’s over / love’s a dagger
Like a dagger / to the heart
I don’t really wanna cry 
If I do, I’ll cry alone
I don’t wanna / sign the papers
Think I’d rather / just get stoned

[Bridge]
The lawyers looked at every word
Then the lawyers cashed the checks
I think lawyers are absurd
Sittin’ here with my regrets

[3rd Verse]
The papers lie there / like they see me
Like they see me / at the end
I will sign them / as you’re walkin’
If your walking / out my friend
If you’re gonna walk away
Guess I’m gonna walk alone
I don’t wanna / sign the papers
Think I’d rather / just get stoned

Just get stoned

Copyright Erin Wolf 2022
SAW - Week 28

Song note: When feeling sleepy with a guitar in hand, rambling songs sometimes happen... like this one. Ope.

--

funny dreams
keep coming to me
these days
which is funny 'cuz
sleep is elusive
like a lady in the night

and i can't place a single
little tune
to save my soul now
perhaps the stars can
sing it back to me
one of these days

isn't it funny how rumors 
can become true
suddenly all these dreams 
that you had
in front of you
in the night by yourself
whispers to no one else
for fear they won't come true

suddenly they're in front of you
real and tangible 
in a way
they haven't before
and you're still wondering
if you sing the 
right songs
well it's hard to tell now

sing a bunch of these prosy pages
make us think that you know
what you're saying
none of this thing makes sense
and that's all that you know to be true
late at night as the candle glows
and burning down to the last dregs
of this morning

how will we get it through
and 
i don't know
i don't know

None of This Makes Sense, but I'll Keep Going Anyway

PART A:
Wade 
All day
Upon the waves
And stay
With me
Please
Let me see
Electric dreams
Transmissive plea
Beyond 
galaxies 
transcend
More than belief
Opalescent
Sandy beach
Bioluminescent
Fathoms breached
Unknown worlds
For us to see
Gentle euphoria
Hearts beat deep
Are we lost?
Or did we leap?
across 
Mysteries
Beyond
Galaxies
underneath 
Mighty seas

PART B:
Believe	in	me	when		I	cross the divide
Carry 	me 	in	cosmic		electric		slide
Wherever	whenever	upon 	forever
wherever 	whenever	upon 	forever

Mysteries Underneath Mighty Seas

Another Core Beliefs song - this one's for Peter.

Crooked and dead like a zombie
I'd been betrayed, and betrayed
I kept support away from me
Keeping the dangers at bay, but today

I'm safe in closeness

My heart is big enough to do this for me
I can weather any less than perfect storm
As I welcome supporters towards me
Straight up like a tree standing strong 
Open and warm

I'm safe in closeness

The warrior can make it on their own...
But come on home…

I'm safe in closeness

Safe In Closeness

Leaving Lonely Behind
Copyright Kent Aitken & Erin Wolf 2022
Song A Week - Week 39
Kent Aitken - https://soundcloud.com/kent-aitken-386794022
Photo credit: George Clerk via https://www.istockphoto.com

Bend slow around the earth
Just keep the car pointed north
If you could
Let go of holdin’ on

The space between the lines
Remembering lives
The reasons that I
Am driving all night

And slowly I am 
Leaving lonely behind

Drive through the long night
Through the sunrise
In the space between the songs

Out in the nothing
There’s something on

It’s hard to be happy
Aim for just distracting
The things that are lasting long
I’m leaving alone
   
And slowly I am 
Leaving lonely behind

Drive through the long night
Through the sunrise
In the space between the songs

Out in the nothing
There’s something on

It’s hard to be happy
Aim for just distracting
The things that are lasting long
I’m leaving 

It’s hard to be happy
Aim for just distracting
The things that are lasting long

In empty space
Ooh ooh
Drive all night
Through the sunrise
Leaving lonely behind

In the space between the songs
There's something on

Leaving Lonely Behind (with Kent Aitken)

"Lego my eggo" (#592, 221003)

Hey lego my eggo unhand my bran
Don't take my cornflakes I'm serious man
Quit takin' my bacon and mits off my grits
And discard my pop tarts don't play with that shit

Don't risk the biscuit release that sausage and cheese
Better not lick my benedict I'm countin' to three
Don't touch my donuts don't go for my toast
Step away from the pastries don't test me bro

Lego my eggo

Don't steal my oatmeal or take my pancakes
Please ditch the eggwich I'll do whatever it takes
Don't bogart my yogurt don't tool with my gruel
Forget my hot pockets I ain't kidding fool

Lego my eggo

Week 40 - Lego My Eggo (221003)

Music In Fifths

In this city collage, the intention is to imagine experiencing or crossing paths with some sort of mystical experience in the city.  The idea is to imagine underneath the layers of monotony of the city's demands, there is a gentle pulse of mystical energy, almost like an eternal fire that creates the city but goes beyond the city into ecological heartbeat under all the man-made egotism.  Almost like the rare times in a city where everything feels electric in an illuminating, invigorating lightning rod sort of way.

Metropolitan Collages- Sleepwalking On Silk Pillows Of A Shrouded Moon

singer/songwriter, half of Cabin of Love, quarter of The Foragers

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