The Daily Song: Ordinary World/Joy Williams (Duran Duran)

This haunting cover of Duran Duran’s Ordinary World vibrated through my bones this morning like it contained secret messages about the world, about my life,that I was meant to decode.  Messages of haunting sadness, things lost, inner strength found. What did this stir for you?



Ordinary World

Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue

Thought I heard you talking softly.

I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio

Still I can’t escape the ghost of you

What has happened to it all?

Crazy, some’d say,

Where is the life that I recognize?

Gone away

But I won’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world,

Somehow I have to find.

And as I try to make my way, to the ordinary world

I will learn to survive.

Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say

“Pride will tear us both apart”

Well now pride’s gone out the window cross the rooftops, run away,

Left me in the vacuum of my heart.

What is happening to me?

Crazy, some’d say,

Where is my friend when I need you most?

Gone away

But I won’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world,

Somehow I have to find.

And as I try to make my way, to the ordinary world

I will learn to survive.

Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and greed

Feared today, forgot tomorrow

Ooh, here besides the news of holy war and holy need

Ours is just a little sorrowed talk

And I don’t

But I won’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world,

Somehow I have to find.

And as I try to make my way, to the ordinary world

I will learn to survive.

Every world, is my world (I will learn to survive)

Any world, is my world (I will learn to survive)

Any world, is my world

Every world is my world

Songwriters: Andy Taylor / Fernando Gonzales De Canales / Jaime Martinez Stinus / Javier Gurruchaga Iriarte / John Taylor / Luis Alberto De Cuenca Y Prado / Nick Rhodes / Roger Taylor / Simon Le Bon

Our Banquet

The world can feel

A deprivation chamber

Silent

Cold

Comfortless

Our bed

A place of abundance

Private banquets served

Where we shall

Taste with our skin

Read with our hands

Swallow with our eyes

Feel with our breath

Hear with our hearts

 

Lay us down on

Sheets like golden tablecloths

Our bodies moving

Together

A fluid tide

Rising, cresting like

Wine overflowing

Our goblets

Flowing out

To join cherry seas

Reflections Upon Standing inside the Continent’s Drifts-S Francis/SailorPoet

Breathtaking writing from S Francis at SailorPoet

Stephen Fuller

This morning, the rains practice their rhythms on the skylights
That had let the day inside all night long, but somehow a dream
Found me.  Now, with the rain I practice my craft of singing
Words over emotions and memories as they fall down to earth
Looking for a puddle to gather and be stomped in by a child
Who wants to see what mud splatters will say, dried on the wall.

The dream that found me had been sitting like a solitary soul
Somewhere on the broken landscape inside Thingvellir Rift
When the playful child god inhabited my solemn grey frame
And taught me how to play again with my children after hiding
In a cave that stank of piss, lurking, a tiny monster to scare
The first child who dared walk past my home, unsuspecting.

Too late, they had become suspecting of the playful father
Recalled from Tiger…

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The Daily Song: Immigrants (We Get The Job Done)/Featuring Residente, Riz MC & Snow Tha Product

Brilliant.  Scathing.  Powerful.

 

“Immigrants (We Get The Job Done)”
(from “The Hamilton Mixtape”)
(feat. Residente, Riz MC & Snow Tha Product)

[“Yorktown” sample:]
[Hercules Mulligan:]
And just like that it’s over, we tend to our wounded, we count our dead
[John Laurens:]
Black and white soldiers wonder alike if this really means freedom…
[George Washington:]
Not yet

[K’Naan:]
I got 1 job, 2 jobs, 3 when I need them
I got 5 roommates in this one studio but I never really see them
And we all came America trying to get a lap dance from lady freedom
But now lady liberty is acting like Hillary Banks with a pre-nup (Banks with a pre-nup)
Man I was brave sailing on graves
Don’t think I didn’t notice those tombstones disguised as waves
I’m no dummy, here is something funny you can be an immigrant without risking your lives
Or crossing these borders with thrifty supplies
All you got to do is see the world with new eyes

[Chorus:]
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

[Snow Tha Product:]
It’s a hard line
When you’re an import
Baby boy it’s hard times
When you ain’t sent for
Racist feed the belly of the beast
With they pitchforks, rich chores
Done by the people that get ignored
Ya se armó
Ya se despertaron
It’s a whole awakening
La alarma ya sonó hace rato
Los que quieren buscan
Pero nos apodan como vagos
We are the same ones
Hustling on every level
Ten los datos
Walk a mile in our shoes
Abrochenze los zapatos
I been scoping ya dudes
Ya’ll ain’t been working like I do
I’ll outwork you, it hurts you
You claim I’m stealing jobs though
Peter piper claimed he picked them he just underpaid Pablo
But there ain’t a paper trail when you living in the shadows
We’re Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s a matter of time before the checks all come
But…

[Chorus:]
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Not yet

[Snow Tha Product:]
It’s Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s…

[Part Chorus:]
Immigrants
We get the job done

[Riz MC:]
Ay yo aye immigrants we don’t like that
Na they don’t play British empire strikes back
They beating us like 808’s and high hats
At our own game of invasion, but this ain’t Iraq
Who these fugees, what did they do for me
But contribute new dreams
Taxes and tools swagger and food to eat
Cool, they flee war zones, but the problem ain’t ours
Even if our bombs landed on them like the Mayflower
Buckingham Palace or Capitol Hill
Blood of my ancestors had that all built
With the ink you print on your dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill
But still we just say “look how far I come”
Hindustan, Pakistan, to London
To a galaxy far from their ignorance
Cause immigrants, we get the job done

[Residente:]
Por tierra o por agua
Identidad falsa
Brincamos muros o flotamos en balsas
La peleamos como Sandino en Nicaragua
Somos como las plantas que crecen sin agua
Sin pasaporte americano
Porque La mitad de gringolandia Es terreno mexicano
Hay que ser bien hijo e puta
Nosotros Les Sembramos el árbol y ellos se comen la fruta
Somos los que cruzaron
Aquí vinimos a buscar el oro que nos robaron
Tenemos mas trucos que la policía secreta
Metimos la casa completa en una maleta
Con un pico, una pala
Y un rastrillo
Te construimos un castillo
Como es que dice el coro cabrón?

[Chorus:]
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

Not yet

The Daily Song: Bridge Over Troubled Water/Artists for Grenfell

Just listen

 

 

Stormy’s rap: Yeah, I don’t know where to begin so I’ll start by saying I refuse to forget you
I refuse to be silenced
I refuse to neglect you
That’s for every last soul up in Grenfell even though I’ve never even met you
That could have been my mum’s house, or that could have been my nephew
Now that could have been me up there
Waving my white plain T up there
All my friends on the ground trying a see up there
I just hope that you rest and you’re free up there
I can’t feel your pain but it’s still what it is
Went to the block just to chill with the kids
Troubled waters come running past
I’mma be right there just to build you a bridge yo

When you’re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all (all)
I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can’t be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down1

When you’re down and out
When you’re on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you (ooo)
I’ll take your part, oh, when darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Sail on silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh, if you need a friend
I’m sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind

Songwriters
PAUL SIMON

Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

We Danced with Fireflies

Speak to me of summers past

when cool, damp grass reached for bare feet

with long grasping fingers

as we ran through the night

quicksilver

chasing fireflies through an indigo sky

living completely in the moment

us, on the cusp of adulthood

you, innocently offering cupped hands

to hold moonlight for me

the radiance you captured

carved your image

into my night

me, changed by sudden awareness

of your beauty

and how dear I held you in my heart

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Image by Gregory Crewdson

 

Catch a Firefly

Two of my favorite WP writers wrote two very different pieces this week that left me with very evocative images of fireflies. S. Francis tries to capture the mysteries of the human heart.

Stephen Fuller

Come and catch a firefly with me
Like we are children playing free
Alone in a field designed for us
The grass, the trees, the flowers,
Perfection. What shall we do with it?
Put it in a jar, poked holes in lid,
Watch it become our lantern?
Or watch it languish alone?

Do we dare lift the lid, reach inside
Draw the firefly out to the jar’s rim
And then sit together and just watch?
Our eyes open await the exact moment
When it chooses to take flight,
Trace a swift arc around our field
To recapture enough lost time to then
Light up a whole new universe within.

We will each reach out our hand
To try and catch it again, this light
Passing through our fingers like air,
Until I close my eyes like a blind man,
Turn my fingers to your skin and trace
The wholeness of…

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Flight-S.K. Nicholas/A Journal for Damned Lovers

Two of my favorite WP writers wrote two very different pieces this week that left me with very evocative images of fireflies. This one is from S.K. Nicholas and captures a beautiful moment of childhood innocence and the joy of living in the moment.

S. K. Nicholas

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It’s a Sunday, and I’m not thirty-two, but eight. My parents are in the back garden. Dad’s manning the barbeque while Mum’s playing with Monty dog and I’m jumping down the stairs three at a time then I’m running back up and sliding down on my belly and even though there are monsters in the spare bedroom they only come out at night so it’s no big deal. There’s Coke in the fridge and wasps in the air and on the TV some old repeat of the cartoon version of Ghostbusters. In my young mind, I can’t understand how it’s always night time in space, nor where babies come from. One evening, I crept downstairs and spied on my dad watching a dirty film, and the sight of those body parts colliding was enough to turn me off girls forever. Well, not forever, but for a week or so. I…

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Who, What, Where, When-Aurora Phoenix/Blood Into Ink

Aurora Phoenix knocks my socks off.

Blood Into Ink

Who

is this man

who routinely rapes

with his eyes and his words

publicly displaying those violations

proud of his assaults

who reportedly also rapes

with hands and other appendages

braggadociously brazen

of these conquests

until confronted

then lies like a cur

that teens would label pussy

bequeathing the cleanest vaginas

a rotten stench

he is the ruler of a mighty land

What

is the consequence

for actions reprehensible

broadcast and repeated

vulgarly degrading

women as meat

for him to masticate

or masturbate

drawing blood

violently squeamish

fearful of omnipresent life-force

of which he is devoid

he is acclaimed and rises to greater power

dissenting voices are squashed

cower

or rise in united protests

Where

is this place

where citizens are brutally mocked

castigated (no, not castrated-

that would be barbaric)

sorted into castes

based upon his basest instincts

as he ordained himself

judge of all female bodies

upon which…

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