Friday's music - a love song to the natural world in honor of the RMNP
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Friday's love song is
one of my absolute favorites. "Who knows how long I’ve loved you You know I love you still Will I wait a lonely lifetime If you want me to, I will " It is just too short.
3/31 Bluebird
This song is nesting in my mind today. Is it earworm? ear-worm? ear worm?? (I checked. It is the first. Thanks, Google.)
Today's muscial moment
Probably not, definitely not, as well known as other songs by this artist (Sinead O'Connor - if you are too young to know). But "I will rise, I will return..." - that gritty wail. The passion in this song. OMG. "You should have left the light on..." It tears my heart from my chest in a very personal way. I think it is the anguish in her vocals - particularly in her first album "The Lion and the Cobra - combined with raw sexuality that speaks to me. We will be listening to more of this album here in the days to come. "I want you hands on me..............."
Today's song.
For some inexplicable and frustrating reason, my computer and you-tube are having a dispute. I cannot play videos as the you in question believes I have some sort of ad-blocker. If I do, I don't know how that happened. I'm trying to watch this in my blog. Love.
Alone with You in the Ether by Olivie Blake
...art is tragedy. Art is loss. It's the fleeting breath of a foregone moment, the intimacy of things undone, the summer season that passes. It's the peeled lemon and bony fish in the corner of a Dutch still life, rotten and dead and gone. It's him lying next to you, legs tangled with yours, only to know he'll be specter in your thoughts by next month, next week, ten minutes from now. This is what makes it art, Charlotte, and you've always understood that. You've always understood, above everything, that what makes beauty is pain. Every time you love, pieces of you break off and get replaced by something you steal from someone else. It seems like it's the right shape but it's slightly different every time, so that eventually, very very quietly and over days and days and days, you are tranasformed into something unrecognizable, and it happens so slowly you don't even notice, like shedding scales and making new ones. What an appropriate passage t...
