Monday, February 22, 2010

'Cause we belong together like bop-bobba-loo-ba sha-walla, sha-bang, sha-bang!

I've been watching a lot of That '70s show lately. I don't know what it is, but it's really been making me laugh hard lately. I almost never laugh outloud at what I'm watching even if I think it's really funny, unless I'm with people (sometimes).

Besides watching That '70s Show, I've also been listening to some older music. Bob Dylan, Journey, The Beatles, Elvis, Johnny Cash, June Carter, U2, Simon and Garfunkel, Belle and Sebastian, The Rolling Stones, etc. It's just so...satisfying. Really, a lot of these people played because they loved music or they wanted to make a statement. They had a message and they put themselves in their music, for good or bad. And how genuine they are really hits deep and satisfies. It touches something. It might be my heart, maybe my soul, maybe my mind. I don't know. But it's real, real good.

Nowadays I turn on the radio and I hear coins jangling and record deals...oh it kills my soul, that lifeless music with empty words and plastic beats...nothing real about it. I'm a big fan of organic music. If you put yourself, your heart, your story, your vision into your music....you can bet I'll listen. If it's from the heart, it's sure to be messy. And oh, that's definitely what I love. A big, beautiful, wondrous mess.

My dear friend Sarah Eve has been making some beautiful from-the-heart music. I highly suggest you go check it out and let it bless you. She's pretty kick butt.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

"And I'll sing you to me."

Half-Written Love Song

I see you on the horizon,
walking towards where I stand.
I hope to greet you at the door as
you enter my promised land.
So far from me, yet I still reach to grasp
a thread of who you are.
I dance alone with silent melodies,
to the rhythm of dreams not far.

And I’ll sing you to me,
I’ll sing you to me.
If love has set you free,
I’ll still sing you to me.

And it's worth the tears of ink I've cried,
forming letters on my page;
Trying to explain my feelings
that don't fit into any phrase.
Now I sing you my half-written love song,
forgetting I'm afraid.
And picture in my sweetest dreams
the night you'll be here to stay.

And I’ll sing you to me,
I’ll sing you to me.
If love has set you free,
I’ll still sing you to me.

Sweet Beats


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