The young ones,
Darling we’re the young ones,
And young ones shouldn’t be afraid.
That’s a better song for spiderling rather than the itsy bitsy winky speedy pider…
That nursery brings back memories of singing it to my nephew over and over again driving up to the a mountain in Kauia to make him stop crying.
Ear worm.
I never knew the name of the song, so I titled it `Leave all your blues in your shoes at the door.
I am a man without envy
No roof, no walls to defend me
Hoping someday you’ll be friendly
And take my troubles away.Walk with me, talk with me
Tell me all the good things you’ve done
Stay with me, pray with me
Leave all your blues in your shoes at the door.
With the power of the internet, my post reached other parts of the world. I received a comment from “chrisrushlau” on about the song on YouTube:
Thank you, Chris.
via Leave all your blues in your shoes at the door.
Oh baby baby baby Heaven is a place on Earth I can’t seem to stop humming this song!
Have you ever entered a house that you are allowed to wear your shoes inside the home? Footwear is dirty and rightly so, the homeowner prefers that we leave our shoes at the door. Therefore, we respect their wishes … Continue reading
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Out of his sorrows, a musical score came out from the depths of his soul. I posted his ordeal here. Remember this song, Chris. It’s the song that you will RISE above it all. I released my first ever solo original … Continue reading
If you can’t pray the rosary, maybe this song will help make you meditate on Mother Mary.
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Remember the first green apple story I told you? The tree has more apples that one can possible eat. Only little Jimmy can pick the fruits that are hanging low, line them all up, offer it to you and we … Continue reading
I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies And I’m not proud of my address, In the torn-up town, no post code envy But every song’s like gold teeth, grey … Continue reading
Take me to church sang by Sinead O’Connor has a very catchy tune especially the first three lines of the refrain.
[…]
Oh, take me to church
I’ve done so many bad things it hurts
Yeah, take me to church
[…]
It’s not so much that I have done so many bad things; it’s the bad things that people did to the world that hurts. It has nothing to do with the church either just life in general. You know, the existential angst that is part of living.
When I am hurting mentally, emotionally, physically or spiritually, I take refuge in a church. Even if it’s not a catholic church, it does not matter to me. Even if it’s a temple, I will still go in, sit in the quiet, calm myself down and talk to my invisible God.
In a church, temple, mosque, forest; they are more than an oasis. It’s a place for me to connect and replenish my spiritual needs.
Here’s the song. It’s just a song with a catchy beat. But if you want something deeper, I found the song at Friar Musings and there he wrote more about Sinead.
Enjoy.
when we are hurting it’s difficult (and) to understand where God is. I know that God is using her to educate not just the Catholic but as well as the whole world.
My friend asked me to TRY listening to this song.
Never heard of it.
WOW! Over 35 Million hits.
Excellent message.
Every night, I watch the evening news at 6 pm. News are not necessarily entertaining, however, last night was an exception.
The news anchor of Global News BC, Chris Gailus shared Kristi Gordon, Head Meteorologists, video of her son singing “Oh Christmas Tree.”
Watch how Jordan Klawer won the hearts of the viewers and “stole” the show. Listen to every words and notice the hand gestures; this young man is just fabulous. It wasn’t that long ago when he was just a baby.
It would be interesting to see how many views this video will get. In an hour, at 8 pm, there’s already 2,000 hits.
Just priceless.
Let’s pretend we’re riding on a kite. Let’s imagine we’re flying through the air! We’ll ascend until we’re out of sight. Light as paper, we’ll soar! Let’s be wild, up high above the sand, feel the wind, the world at … Continue reading
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to us.
We are gonna have a good time!
Composer and Singer: Kishi Bashi
This song is fabulous and I am hook listening to it.
I have tried to discern this song and the first stanza is.
“Who are you? Who am I to you?
I am the antichrist to you
fallen from the sky with grace
into your arms race”
With a Christian background, I can only relate to this as an ongoing struggle relationship with God. Even when I turned my back on God or even when I have broken His teachings, when I fall and stumble, I fall into His arms, a saving grace.
The tricky part is the last word race that I find confusing.
What is your interpretation?
Update: As I was doing the daily meditation via internet, this came up and this speaks to me as part of an interpretation to this song.
“The conflict of the future will be between a God-religion and a State religion, between Christ and
anti-Christ in political disguise.” Archbishop Fulton Sheen (Characters of the Passion)
Lyric from this post
Death
Everything you know is gone away
Your soul so small and cold
It’s gone with winter snow
Never to return
And your friends so lively now
They’ll all be with you deep in the ground
They’ll be right next to you
You’ll strain but you’ll never hear a sound
So you begin to cry
Your tears water the ground
and forests spring up all green and proud
Your body so tired and worn
A tree trunk takes form within you
And your hair flames like the sun
Your feet become the animals that run
Your arms reach wide and high
In death you want to embrace all of life
But there’s a thorn in your side
All your stupid jokes
and all your misplaced notes and
all those ugly feelings
and all of that deceiving it
never quite existed it
robbed you of the present
alive your arm was twisted
in death you see the heavens
Hang on. There are no disappointments or calamities that tomorrow will not cure.
It’s a dreamy day, a slight dusting of the snow;
The cats are snuggly ensconced on the couch.
On a day like this, I love listening to Rod McKuen.
A writer, a poet, a singer.
I collected so much of his poetry books.
Read and reread it
Pages earmarked on some
Scribbles on the pages of the book
Names of people who I can relate to the poetry
Most of these people are long gone from my life.
Rod kept them alive through his poetry.
It’s kind of silly to keep the memories of the past
And the weight of this is a burden for most times.
I wish I could carry it with a smile just like Buddha
Life doesn’t work out that way, one must let go.
Letting go of the memories starts by letting go of the books.
I gave away all of Rod’s poetry books.
Now I am going home.
“Home is something that you carry in your head
It lives within your heart forever.
And so I know no matter where I go in life
I’m always going home.”
Reflections 