sometimes moody, with the blues

[Guest guest]

"Hawkmoon 269"

 

Like a desert needs rain

Like a town needs a name

I need your love

 

Like a drifter needs a room

Hawkmoon

I need your love

 

Like a rhythm unbroken

Like drums in the night

Like sweet soul music

Like sunlight

I need your love

 

Like coming home

And you don't know where you've been

Like black coffee

Like nicotine

I need your love

 

When the night has no end

And the day yet to begin

As the room spins around

I need your love

 

Like a Phoenix rising needs a holy tree

Like the sweet revenge of a bitter enemy

I need your love

 

Like the hot needs the sun

Like honey on her tongue

Like the muzzle of a gun

Like oxygen

I need your love

 

When the night has no end

And the day yet to begin

As the room spins around

I need your love

 

Like thunder needs rain

Like a preacher needs pain

Like tongues of flame

Like a sheet stained

I need your love

 

Like a needle needs a vein

Like someone to blame

Like a thought unchained

Like a runaway train

I need your love

 

Like faith needs a doubt

Like a freeway out

I need your love

 

Like powder needs a spark

Like lies need the dark

I need your love

 

In the heart of the heat of the love

[Guest guest]

Awaiting On You All

(Harrison)

 

You don't need a love in,

You don't need a bed pan

You don't need a horoscope or a microscope

To see the mess you're in

 

If you open up your heart,

you will know what I mean

You've been polluted so long

But here's a way for you to get clean

 

By chanting the names of the Lord and you'll be free

The Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see

Chanting the names of the Lord and you'll be free

The Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see

 

You don't need a passport

You don't need no visas

You don't need to designate or to emigrate,

Before you can see Jesus

 

If you open up your heart

then you will see he is right there

He always was and will be

He'll relieve you of all your cares

 

By chanting the names of the Lord and you'll be free

The Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see

Chanting the names of the Lord and you'll be free

The Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see

 

You don't need no church house,

You don't need no Temple

And you don't need no rosary beads

or them books to read

To see that you have fallen

 

If you open up your heart

Then you'll know what I mean

We've been kept down so long

Someone's thinking that we're all green

 

While the Pope owns

51% of General Motors

and the stock exchange is the only thing

He's qualified to quote us

 

But the Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see

By chanting the names of the Lord you'll be free

[Guest guest]

Anyone watch the recent PBS performance of Celtic Woman? Similar to Enya. I just discovered them last week. Incredible music. It seemed to touch the soul. Then again, it may have just been maya. Anyway, I'm sure they will be airing repeats over the next few weeks if anyone's interested.

[Guest guest]

I got an old tape of Bulgarian Women that would knock yer socks off as well.

 

The Romas aint bad, either. But its those Men From Mali that get to me as well.

 

World Music, the best. But Canada (CBC) is much better, PBS has so far to go. CBC has Celtic, Roma, and Bulgarian Women, and the Men from Mali, for their bumper music.

 

Roots and Wings, help me, gHari, is this show still on up there?

 

haribol, ys, mahak

 

PS, yall know what would be awesome, is that instead of lyrics, we could all listen to the songs presented here. It would be worth the price of admission.

[Guest guest]

Here it goes, my darkest secret, mahaksadasa exposed.

 

I thought the pop group, the Bangles, were the best. Walk Like an Egyptian video years ago was the best, and I got caught recently in my old health food store gig really trippin on Madonna's Material Girl.

 

There it is, Im not proud, but I am me.

 

mahaksadasa

[Guest guest]

You mentioned Roy Orbison, Mahaksadasa, and he's probably my all-time favorite. He's the other "man in black", (besides Johnny Cash.) 'In Dreams' is one of my all-time favorites. I agree, one can interpret these songs in higher ways than in the traditional sentimental/romantic sense.

 

Celtic Woman's debut CD last year was #1 on Billboard's World Music charts for 81 straight weeks, an all-time record. They finally got bumped from #1 by their own recent Christmas album. I never heard of this group until last week, but apparently they've created quite a sensation. One of the songs they do is a version of Enya's Orinoco Flow. For Enya fans, here's a free video performance of the song (no downloads required): www (dot) youtube (dot) com/watch?v=a88-Tyl1gkI

[Sridas 0]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ba6qOsmjqpY

How bout Deep Forest mahaksa. i've really come to appreciate musos who can capture the indiginous spirit of a place or culture. These guys like many world minstrels, I feel as Ole Tim Leary would say "play on the ancient genetic strings of the cerebral code" or somethin like that, it's bin a long time.

sorry can't help ya with the lyrics, they talkin' in tongues. I think that is what I like about a lot of world music is they talk with feelings, not so much lyric.

but, Somewhere.... deep in the Jungle..... are living some little men and women.

They are our past.... and maybe...they are our future.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWqt23kQzxk

 

It must be the tribal instinct in us all. I'm sure there's a native somewhere deep in the 21st century homogenous melting pot of us all, just busting to dance with the elephants and orangutangs.

I also thought you might a' heard their musical journey of the Pacific being a water man, I've got some sentimental attraction to these beautiful scattered tribes.

[Sridas 0]

Also if anyone likes or has heard the versatility of Nitin Sawhney check this out he has some deep Indian groove in there mixed in our times, this fusion really touches me. There's a bit more of him at this link but not enough

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8pCGsFtKYo

 

Mahaak,

The Bangles huh! Interesting!

preferr Loreena Mc kennett an even Buffy tho,

I gotta ditto on the Big O.

[Sridas 0]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUrF1g1IChU

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXuuacO3NJQ

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03-mH7kEBBU

 

For those who like dance with their music it don't come much better or opulent than this choreography in the film Devdas. Many of these bollywood epics can be laborious but this one held me entranced from start to finish.

I can only imagine what our Nataraj Sri Gaurasundara's dance is like.

It's worth hiring the flick.

[Guest guest]

Yeah, the bangles are interesting, I think its the way they sang "way-o" that got me. Music is funny like that, just one combination of lyrics sung a particular way.

 

Take Gene Pitney, fer instance. His songs dont have double meanings, 24 hours from Tulsa is pretty plain, hes leaving his girl for another, hes sorry, but thats life. No spiritual insight, just contemporary stuff. But the wall of sound on some of his songs gets me, cant explain it, its like the beat of Material girl.

 

I like world music because the beat is captured. My greatest wish for this topic is to have you folks hear "Praise" do "its a brand new day", but the only way I can think of is to have yall rent the surf flick, "In Gods Hands, and listen to the very end.

 

This song has everything, chanting, Praise of the Supreme Lord, world beat, a bonafide Gandharva Goddess doing vocals, etc. I bet the anonymous Babhru das knows what Im talkin about, cause I know he seen the movie.

 

I also love indigenous music, from dijari dos in the outback to the best of gabby pahanui and auntie emma. Primal screams (not yoko, sorry, sis) are also cool, and the word Buffy got me, too, because I remember a live performance of Buffy Ste Marie 35 years ago in which she did a way out version of Cripple Creek that had thousands of folks entranced. She actually stole the show from EB and the Animals and brother Jimi. (Jimi took it back later with a Voodoo Chile version that cannot be compared.)

 

Neil Young is way versitile, too. I remembering making fun of Crosby Stills and Nash. I made up a new chorus for them:

 

"well, it seems we need neil young, it seems we need neil young, it seems we need neil young, now, its a long long time, before dawn."

 

And the big O has always been superb, I liked his most dramatic songs, like Leah. For pure hard rockers, nothing approaches his "candy man". This is why t. petty liked him so much, his harmonica work is awesome.

 

Reggae, anyone? Ever hear of Cutty Ranks? Ras Michael? How bout Mikey Dread? Didja know Mikey Dread is prominant on the clash's classic album, "Sandinistha"?

 

Haribol, mahak in maya

[krishnadasa 0]

 

 

Yes gHari, thats perfect,,, We have forgotten that we could fly...

 

hari bol

[bija 0]

 

I listen to the wind

To the wind of my soul

Where Ill end up well I think,

Only God really knows

Ive sat upon the setting sun

But never, never never never

I never wanted water once

No, never, never, never

 

I listen to my words but

They fall far below

I let my music take me where

My heart wants to go

I swam upon the devils lake

But never, never never never

Ill never make the same mistake

No, never, never, never

Way back in the catholic school days once a year we had to run 'chapel'. Basically doing a small reading, play a song, and give a small talk.

 

This day I played 'the wind' by Cat Stevens. This song used to take me far away to another place as a kid.

 

Anyway, you should have seen the look on the old christian brother teacher, who was running the show, and the severe tongue lashing he gave me afterward, about my song choice.

 

Maybe it was the 'devils lake' bit that got on his goat.

 

 

'I let my music take me where

My heart wants to go'.

[bija 0]

I think this song still rocks hard too.

 

 

 

Dont you feel a change a coming

From another side of time

Breaking down the walls of silence

Lifting shadows from your mind

Placing back the missing mirrors

That before you couldnt find

Filling mysteries of emptiness

That yesterday left behind

 

And we all know its better

Yesterday has past

Now lets all start the living

For the one thats going to last

And we all know its better

Yesterday has past

Now lets all start the living

For the one thats going to last

 

Dont you feel the day is coming

That will stay and remain

When your children see the answers

That you saw the same

When the clouds have all gone

There will be no more rain

And the beauty of all things

Is uncovered again

 

Dont you feel the day is coming

And it wont be too soon

When the people of the world

Can all live in one room

When we shake off the ancient

Shake off the ancient chains of our tomb

We will all be born again

Of the eternal womb

 

[mahak 0]

Thanks bija. When I was Lyric hunting, I tried and tried to find some of the cats songs, like moon shadow and boy with the moon and star in his head.

 

He was so great, and I have heard that hes coming out of "retirement".

 

I remember in the honolulu temple in the good days under goursundaras guidance, we did chanting to "the boy with the moon and star in his head". Such a soulful tune. The old temple there sure had nice tunes, and while there are those who criticized contemporary tunes (Prabhupada wanted the traditional, but also approved of what we were doing as well), it had effect, because 35 years later, when I hear the contemporary songs, hairs stand up and tears well in my eyes, because I hear Hare Krsna, and I see Prabhupada..

 

To this day, I cant listen to the soundtrack of Dylans "Pat Garett and Billy thye KId" without going into emotional trance.

 

Thanks for the cat lyrics, and for reviving this topic, bija.

 

Any comments on the ol tunes, babhru das?

 

Hare krsna, ys, mahaksadasa

[bija 0]

More Cat (Yusuf)

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZM9zKyDz4ko

[bija 0]

Wartime Prayers

http://www.paulsimon.com/player.php

 

Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,

Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations.

 

But all that is changed now,

Gone like a memory from the day before the fires.

People hungry for the voice of God

Hear lunatics and liars

 

Wartime prayers, wartime prayers

In every language spoken,

For every family scattered and broken.

 

Because you cannot walk with the holy,

If you're just a halfway decent man.

But I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind

With a genious marketing plan.

 

I'm trying to tap into some wisdom,

Even a little drop would do.

I want to rid my heart of envy

And cleanse my soul of rage

Before I'm through.

 

Times are hard, hard times,

But everybody knows all about hard times.

The thing is, what are you gonna do?

Will you cry?

And try to muscle through?

And try to rearrange your stuff?

But when the wounds are deep enough,

And it's all that we can bear,

We wrap ourselves in prayer.

 

Because you cannot walk with the holy,

If you're just a halfway decent man.

But I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind

With a genious marketing plan.

I'm trying to tap into some wisdom,

Even a little drop would do.

I want to rid my heart of envy

And cleanse my soul of rage

Before I'm through.

 

A mother murmurs in twilight sleep

And draws her babies closer.

With hush-a-bies for sleepy eyes,

And kisses on the shoulder.

To drive away despair

She sends a wartime prayer.

[bija 0]

(Presence of the Lord)

I have finally found a way to live

Just like I never could before.

I know that I don't have much to give,

But I can open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,

Everybody knows the score.

I have finally found a way to live

In the color of the Lord.

I have finally found a place to live

Just like I never could before.

And I know I don't have much to give,

But soon I'll open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,

Everybody knows the score.

I have finally found a place to live

In the presence of the Lord.

In the presence of the Lord.

I have finally found a way to live

Just like I never could before.

And I know I don't have much to give,

But I can open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,

I said everybody knows the score.

I have finally found a way to live

In the color of the Lord.

In the color of the Lord.

[Guest guest]

Earl warren showgrounds, santa barbara calif. Blind faiths only tour. Claptons lyrics sung by stevie winwood, this song was their encore, lasted about an hour.

 

Which reminds me, we gotta start scanning traffic and stevie winwood, who has major awesome lyrics himself, even his later albums of the 90's are quite awesome, ill do some later.

 

haribol, mahaksadasa

[Guest guest]

Wake Me Up on Judgment Day

(Steve Winwood)

 

The story goes, the truth is no one knows

A stranger came, a man who lost his name

At night he tells me his tale, prison, women, wail

The took him in, he let them win

Over and over

 

He said if you don't have good words to say

Don't wake me up until the Judgment Day

'Cause if nothing is the way it seems

Then this life is just a haunted dream

And all this love is just falling down through the years

And oh, I'd rather sleep

 

Wake me up on Judgment Day

Let me hear golden trumpets play

Give me life where nothing fails

Not a dream in a wishing well

 

A man in tattered clothes, crying all he knows

The darkness grows, that's how it goes

Over and over

 

He said I think of the beauty I've had

And all it does is make me feel so bad

First they make you think you're riding high

Then they toss you off in the sky

And all this life is just falling down through the years

And oh, I'd rather sleep

 

Wake me up on Judgment Day

Let me hear golden trumpets play

Give me life where nothing fails

Not a dream in a wishing well

 

Say a prayer for the stranger

Listen to the stranger

 

Wake me up on Judgment Day

Let me hear golden trumpets play

Give me life where nothing fails

Not a dream in a wishing well

[Guest guest]

Higher Love (Winwood/Jennings)

 

Think about it, there must be higher love

Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above

Without it, life is a wasted time

Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine

Things look so bad everywhere

In this whole world, what is fair?

We walk blind and we try to see

Falling behind in what could be

 

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Where's that higher love I keep thinking of?

 

Worlds are turning and we're just hanging on

Facing our fear and standing out there alone

A yearning, and it's real to me

There must be someone who's feeling for me

Things look so bad everywhere

In this whole world, what is fair?

We walk blind and we try to see

Falling behind in what could be

 

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Where's that higher love I keep thinking of?

 

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Bring be a higher love

I could rise above on a higher love

 

I will wait for it

I'm not too late for it

Until then, I'll sing my song

To cheer the night along

Bring it...Oh bring it...

 

I could light the night up with my soul on fire

I could make the sun shine from pure desire

Let me feel that love come over me

Let me feel how strong it could be

 

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Bring me a higher love

Where's that higher love I keep thinking of?

[Guest guest]

By Leonard and Buffy

 

 

God is alive; Magic is afoot

God is alive; Magic is afoot

God is afoot; Magic is alive

Alive is afoot.....

Magic never died.

 

God never sickened;

many poor men lied

many sick men lied

Magic never weakened

Magic never hid

Magic always ruled

God is afoot

God never died.

 

God was ruler

though his funeral lengthened

Though his mourners thickened

Magic never fled

Though his shrouds were hoisted

the naked God did live

Though his words were twisted

the naked Magic thrived

Though his death was published

round and round the world

the heart did not believe

 

Many hurt men wondered

many struck men bled

Magic never faltered

Magic always led.

Many stones were rolled

but God would not lie down

Many wild men lied

many fat men listened

Though they offered stones

Magic still was fed

Though they locked their coffers

God was always served.

 

 

2..

 

Magic is afoot. God rules.

Alive is afoot. Alive is in command.

Many weak men hungered

Many strong men thrived

Though they boasted solitude

God was at their side

Nor the dreamer in his cell

nor the captain on the hill

Magic is alive

Though his death was pardoned

round and round the world

the heart did not believe.

 

Though laws were carved in marble

they could not shelter men

Though altars built in parliaments

they could not order men

Police arrested Magic

and Magic went with them,

for Magic loves the hungry.

 

But Magic would not tarry

it moves from arm to arm

it would not stay with them

Magic is afoot

it cannot come to harm

it rests in an empty palm

it spawns in an empty mind

but Magic is no instrument

Magic is the end.

 

Many men drove Magic

but Magic stayed behind

Many strong men lied

they only passed through Magic

and out the other side

Many weak men lied

they came to God in secret

and though they left him nourished

they would not say who healed

Though mountains danced before them

they said that God was dead

Though his shrouds were hoisted

the naked God did live

 

3...

 

This I mean to whisper to my mind

This I mean to laugh with in my mind

This I mean my mind to serve 'til

service is but Magic

moving through the world

and mind itself is Magic

coursing through the flesh

and flesh itself is Magic

dancing on a clock

and time itself the magic length of God.

[Guest guest]

Not dark yet by bob dylan

 

Shadows are falling and I been here all day

Its too hot to sleep and time is running away

Feel like my soul has turned into steel

Ive still got the scars that the sun/son? didnt/let me? heal

Theres not even room enough to be anywhere

Its not dark yet, but its getting there

 

Well my sense of humanity is going down the drain

Behind every beautiful thing, theres been some kind of pain

She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind

She put down in writin what was in her mind

I just dont see why I should even care

Its not dark yet, but its getting there

 

Well I been to london and I been to gay paris

I followed the river and I got to the sea

Ive been down to the bottom of a whirlpool of lies

I aint lookin for nothin in anyones eyes

Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear

Its not dark yet, but its getting there

 

I was born here and Ill die here, against my will

I know it looks like Im movin but Im standin still

Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb

I cant even remember what it was I came here to get away from

Dont even hear the murmur of a prayer

Its not dark yet, but its getting there

 

....

 

Mahak: Gotta do some dylan, he is the master at turning a phrase, any songwriter will recognize the master-lines he has come up with. Lines like "and the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn" or "and mona lisa musta had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she smiles". Master strokes. So, Ill be posting a few here, some spiritual, like this recognition of death at our doorstep, to political songs like my favorite nuclear war mourns like Chimes of Freedom and Hard Rain.

[mahak 0]

The lyrics are sublime, perhaps my all time favorite of anything. I saw dylan do this in 1963, when I was thirteen, at a half-empty high school auditorium. Tears flowed then, and they do now.

 

"A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" by bob dylan

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?

And where have you been my darling young one ?

I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?

And what did you see, my darling young one ?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?

And what did you hear, my darling young one ?

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'

I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'

I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'

I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?

Who did you meet, my darling young one ?

I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded and hatred

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?

And what'll you do now my darling young one ?

I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'

I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest

Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison

Where the executioner's face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten

Where black is the color, where none is the number

And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it

And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'

But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

[mahak 0]

A close second. Forty year old songs that still pertain to todays newsflashes, how can one not give tribute to the genius.

 

"Chimes Of Freedom" by bob dylan

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll

We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing

As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds

Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing

Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight

Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight

An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched

With faces hidden as the walls were tightening

As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain

Dissolved into the bells of the lightning

Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake

Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked

Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze

Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder

Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind

Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind

An' the poet an the painter far behind his rightful time

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

For the disrobed faceless forms of no position

Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts

All down in taken-for granted situations

Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute

For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute

For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a clouds's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed

An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting

Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones

Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting

Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail

For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale

An' for each unharmfull, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught

Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended

As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look

Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended

Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed

For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse

An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.