Dan Haley & Alexa Wiley play a backyard gathering. We had a special guest Pete Krebs in there for one or two songs.

Lori's Party 06/29/24

wild & blue

In Between Everything

രചന - ഇ ജിനൻ
ആലാപനം -ബാബു മണ്ടൂർ, കണ്ണൂർ

അറിയുവാൻ വെെകിയ ചൂട്

Hepsini Görmezden Gel

Une reprise du poème de Victor Hugo mis en musique par Brassens

Gastibelza

Gastibelza (Georges Brassens)

Blood red stains on the church whites
And you can’t wash it away in the blue tide

Near death means you get the better vote
I guess I should get on the next boat
Out of here, to no where near
Honestly I don’t know how I’m gonna stay
Honestly I have nothing good to say
About the way this place is going

Blood red stains on the church whites
And you can’t wash it away in the blue tide
Beloved American past times
Tv channel flickers
Assassination to genocide

Across the seas a mother holds her baby in her arms
Neither one are breathing, both were unarmed

I put that into retrospect while walking to school
Unfair to think of it casually “a one sided duel”
Fireworks are shining and the bombs are going off
Overhead planes are flying, children see and duck
Into graveyards of fallen buildings
And tear induced rust
A fear induced rush, no where to run to
Burning bridges, burning cities. 
Families dying, no one’s leaving
“God are you seeing this? God where are you?”

Blood red stains on the church whites
And you can’t wash it away in the blue tide
Beloved American past times
Tv channel flickers
genocide to my life

Blame women for everything 
Depend on one for your every need
It’s hypocritical but I think it’s fairly typical
Stereotypical man-child 
Stereo blares out like spit fire
Sterile codes, robotically not trying 

Nihilistic point of view
Don’t know what I’m gonna do
Don’t know where I’m gonna go
Ask the doctor “what do you know”
“You’re okay. You’ll be fine. Have a seat. Take a bite”
Going out, out of town
Don’t know where
Don’t know how
Don’t know this
Don’t know that
“Get a job”
“Lay out flat in the rain, wash away everything”
The ember days.
The worlds in fire
There’s no snow globes now
If you scream, no one will hear it
Might as well burn down
Red, white, and blue
Like a bruise on the country’s ego. Hm

Blood red stains on the church whites
And you can’t wash it away in the blue tide
Beloved American past times
Tv channel flickers
What is it this time?

TOGETHER

M T N E S S