Daily Song Share: Remember The Days of the old School Yard, Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens)

I actually fell in love with this song when I was a little kid in the old school yard, which thankfully was a more scenic one than the one in the music video. I think one of the reasons I’ve always liked the man was because, as a kid, I felt like he respected┬ákids, as is evident in the lyrics of this song, which seemed to be nostalgic the first time I heard it!

Daily Song Share: Climbing, The Meat Puppets

I am a bit of certifiable fan of these guys, mostly because I fell for their strange and interesting lyrics, which are a lot like life in the way that they hint at having meaning, but no one meaning can be derived from them. Any meaning is implicit rather than explicit, and can only be found in the syntax of the lyrics and tone of the song.
The album this is from, Meat Puppets II is an absolute classic, which I recommend to anyone.

climb, climb, i always climb
out of bed in the morning
on a mountain made of sand
and i know this doesn’t rhyme
but the clutter on the table
has been getting out of hand

i know that you tried to see me through
but honey i’m still having trouble
finding out what’s you

time, time, it’s so sublime
well they say it’s non-existent
but it’s playing with my mind
and phone calls don’t cost a dime
in the caverns of your feelings
where the sun will never shine

i know that you tried to see me through
but honey i’m still having trouble
finding out what’s you

mine, mine, which things are mine?
well i thought i saw a few
before i found out i was blind
and i think i see a sign
and it’s saying where to go
and when i get there what i’ll find

i know that you tried to see me through
but honey i’m still having trouble
finding out what’s you

Song Share: A Horse With No Name, America

 

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la la la la la, la la la, la, la x2

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la la la la la, la la la, la, la x2

After nine days I let the horse run free
‘Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it’s life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love
You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la la la la la, la la la, la, la..

Song Share: China Girl, David Bowie

Well, his passing hasn’t really sunk in, but I started thinking about which of his songs would be my favourite, which I couldn’t, but this one has some great symbolism, to do with heroin addiction ( a recurring them in his music).

My own little re-appropriation is to have it refer to the Chinese arts, in particular, Chigong, for example:

“…and when I get excited

my little China girl says

Oh baby, just you shut your mouth.

She says

Shsh…”

 

Song of the day: Mysteries, Beth Gibbons and Rustin Man

I once heard a quote that went something like “Music is moonlight on the dark night of life”, and this song definitely embodies that.
One of my favourite songs from one of my favourite albums “Out of Season”:

God knows how I adore life
When the wind turns on the shore, lies another day
I cannot ask for more

When the time bell blows my heart
And I have scored a better day
Well nobody made this war of mine

And the moments that I enjoy
A place of love and mystery
I’ll be there anytime

Oh, mysteries of love
Where war is no more
I’ll be there anytime

When the time bell blows my heart
And I have scored a better day
Well nobody made this war of mine

And the moments that I enjoy
A place of love and mystery
I’ll be there anytime

Mysteries of love
Where war is no more
I’ll be there anytime

Songwriters
WEBB, PAUL DAVID / GIBBONS, BETH

Read more: Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man – Mysteries Lyrics | MetroLyrics

I’ll Be Your Mirror – A Song About Art

Have a think about these lyrics, especially in view of the possibility that Lou Reed was communicating his philosophy on what a work of art should be. In order to be “meaningful”, a work of art needs to be full of potential meaning.

If a work of art has a meaning, it will not be meaningful.

So Lou uses the metaphor of the mirror. Imagine if an a great painting could sing. I believe it would sing these lyrics:

I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty that you are
But if you don’t let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

I’ll be your mirror

(Velvet Underground)