Friday, July 20, 2012

Everything


"Everything Will Be Alright" by The Killers

I believe in you and me
I'm coming to find you
If it takes me all night
Wrong until you make it right

And I won't forget you
At least I'll try
And run, and run tonight

Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright

Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright

Alright
Alright
Alright
La la la la
Ohhh-ohh

I wasn't shopping for a doll
To say the least, I thought, I'd seen them all
But then you took me by surprise
I'm dreaming 'bout those dreamy eyes

I never knew
I never knew

So take your suitcases, I don't mind
And baby doll, I meant it
Every time
You don't need to compromise
I'm dreaming 'bout those dreamy eyes

I never knew
I never knew

But it's alright...
Alright...

Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright

Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright

Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright

Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright

Alright...






Thursday, July 19, 2012

Hold Your Head Up


"Hold Your Head Up" by Argent

And if it's bad
Don't let it get you down
You can take it

And if it hurts
Don't let them see you cry
You can take it

Hold your head up (ohh)
Hold your head up (ohh)
Hold your head up (ooh)
Hold your head high

And if they stare
Just let them burn their eyes
On you moving

And if they shout
Don't let it change a thing
That you're doing

Hold your head up (ohh)
Hold your head up (ohh)
Hold your head up (ooh)
Hold your head high

Hold your head up (ohh)
Hold your head up (ohh)
Hold your head up (ooh)
Hold your head high

[Repeat. Lots.]

The video is introduced by John Denver, a somewhat unlikely choice:








I Would Walk


"I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" by the Proclaimers

When I wake up (when I wake up)
Well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you (Yeah I know)
When I go out (when I go out)
Well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you (who?)
If I get drunk (If I get drunk, )
Well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you (yeah) Yes!
And if I haver (when I haver)
yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be
The man who's havering to you (It's on 'ere)

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

When I'm working (when I'm working)
Yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you (shake a ka)
And when the money (and when the money)
Comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (when I come home),
I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be
The man who comes back home to you
And when I grow old (when I grow old)
Well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you
(Now! )

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles,
To fall down at your door

Da da lat da (Da da lat da)
Da da lat da (Da da lat da)
... etc. x2

When I'm lonely
Well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
When I'm dreaming
Well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you
When I go out (when I go out)
Well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
And when I come home (when I come home)
Yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you
I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

Da da lat da (Da da lat da)
Da da lat da (Da da lat da)
[x5]

Da da lat da (Da da lat da)
Da da lat da (Da da lat da)
[x2}

And I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
















Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Sea Surface Full Of Clouds

"Sea Surface Full Of Clouds" - Wallace Stevens


I

In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
And in the morning summer hued the deck

And made one think of rosy chocolate
And gilt umbrellas. Paradisal green
Gave suavity to the perplexed machine

Of ocean, which like limpid water lay.
Who, then, in that ambrosial latitude
Out of the light evolved the morning blooms,

Who, then, evolved the sea-blooms from the clouds
Diffusing balm in that Pacific calm?
C’était mon enfant, mon bijou, mon âme.

The sea-clouds whitened far below the calm
And moved, as blooms move, in the swimming green
And in its watery radiance, while the hue

Of heaven in an antique reflection rolled
Round those flotillas. And sometimes the sea
Poured brilliant iris on the glistening blue.

II

In that November off Tehuantepec
The slopping of the sea grew still one night.
At breakfast jelly yellow streaked the deck

And made one think of chop-house chocolate
And sham umbrellas. And a sham-like green
Capped summer-seeming on the tense machine

Of ocean, which in sinister flatness lay.
Who, then, beheld the rising of the clouds
That strode submerged in that malevolent sheen,

Who saw the mortal massives of the blooms
Of water moving on the water-floor?
C’était mon frère du ciel, ma vie, mon or.

The gongs rang loudly as the windy booms
Hoo-hooed it in the darkened ocean-blooms.
The gongs grew still. And then blue heaven spread

Its crystalline pendentives on the sea
And the macabre of the water-glooms
In an enormous undulation fled.

III

In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
And a pale silver patterned on the deck

And made one think of porcelain chocolate
And pied umbrellas. An uncertain green,
Piano-polished, held the tranced machine

Of ocean, as a prelude holds and holds,
Who, seeing silver petals of white blooms
Unfolding in the water, feeling sure

Of the milk within the saltiest spurge, heard, then,
The sea unfolding in the sunken clouds?
Oh! C’était mon extase et mon amour.

So deeply sunken were they that the shrouds,
The shrouding shadows, made the petals black
Until the rolling heaven made them blue,

A blue beyond the rainy hyacinth,
And smiting the crevasses of the leaves
Deluged the ocean with a sapphire blue.

IV

In that November off Tehuantepec
The night-long slopping of the sea grew still.
A mallow morning dozed upon the deck

And made one think of musky chocolate
And frail umbrellas. A too-fluent green
Suggested malice in the dry machine

Of ocean, pondering dank stratagem.
Who then beheld the figures of the clouds
Like blooms secluded in the thick marine?

Like blooms? Like damasks that were shaken off
From the loosed girdles in the spangling must.
C’était ma foi, la nonchalance divine.

The nakedness would rise and suddenly turn
Salt masks of beard and mouths of bellowing,
Would—But more suddenly the heaven rolled

Its bluest sea-clouds in the thinking green,
And the nakedness became the broadest blooms,
Mile-mallows that a mallow sun cajoled.

V

In that November off Tehuantepec
Night stilled the slopping of the sea.
The day came, bowing and voluble, upon the deck,

Good clown… One thought of Chinese chocolate
And large umbrellas. And a motley green
Followed the drift of the obese machine

Of ocean, perfected in indolence.
What pistache one, ingenious and droll,
Beheld the sovereign clouds as jugglery

And the sea as turquoise-turbaned Sambo, neat
At tossing saucers—cloudy-conjuring sea?
C’était mon esprit bâtard, l’ignominie.

The sovereign clouds came clustering. The conch
Of loyal conjuration trumped. The wind
Of green blooms turning crisped the motley hue

To clearing opalescence. Then the sea
And heaven rolled as one and from the two
Came fresh transfigurings of freshest blue.




(thanks John)


Sunday, July 1, 2012

Rilke Hearing

"Who, if I cried out, would hear me
In the order of angels? If an angel heard
And in a sudden movement I were taken
to his heart,
Into the presence of his greater Being,
Would I not be consumed?
For beauty is the beginning of fear,
A movement we can hardly bear,
And we marvel that it serenely refrains
From destroying us."
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, First Elegy