Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Some of my favorites
Pokey LaFarge, La La Blues
And this video, of Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
In the Sun by She & Him
1, 2, 3, 4 by Feist on Sesame Street (Hazel loves this one.)
Jimmy Fallon as Neil Young
(I know I'm a bit behind the times in music...but this is what I like. And I wanted to share it. Ta da.)
In the Sun by She & Him
Jimmy Fallon as Neil Young
(I know I'm a bit behind the times in music...but this is what I like. And I wanted to share it. Ta da.)
Friday, October 26, 2007
When the Man Comes Around
A great song by Johnny Cash.
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.
An' he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
For you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down,
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.
Listen Here to "When the Man Comes Around"
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names.
An' he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
For you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down,
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.
Listen Here to "When the Man Comes Around"
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Eleanor Rigby
I'm sitting in my office, doing the morning e-mail routine, so I get to enjoy the sounds of the first period orchestra playing Eleanor Rigby. And they actually sound good, quite good. The orchestral version of the song works well and I think I like it better than the pop music one. Now I wish I had a Beatles CD here at work to listen to when it's not first period.
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Now that I think about it, this is a really depressing song. Not so uplifting.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Watch out attackers...
This afternoon was wonderful. As I was jogging around our neighborhood, the kids delivering the afternoon local paper weren't wearing parkas and goggles. Joggers weren't wearing two sweatshirts. There was a myriad of bikers, moms with strollers, and walkers out and about. I saw two squirrels chasing each other up a tree. Some kids played a game of basketball at the park. And...I could see some green budding starting to emerge from the trees. Call me crazy, but I think spring is almost here.
After I jogged for twenty minutes (who out there is proud of me, let's see a show of hands) I walked home. But then this really great, really loud song came on my MP3 player (which by the way you shouldn't listen to too loudly, but that's a whole other story) and of course I turned it up way too loud. I sprinted the last block home, skipping, etc... As I went into our apartment, I told myself to not freak out when I saw Jason, because I couldn't hear anything and not to react as though he were an attacker.
He unfortunately popped out of the kitchen when I came in. I screamed and jumped into defense position (maybe those self defense moves we learned in high school actually sunk in) with my legs crouched and my arms ready to go. He screamed in response and jumped two feet in the air, nearly dropping his toast.
So we had a good laugh about that.
Another thing about jogging. I bought my running shoes when I was 14 and we were in Washington DC because my mother didn't think it wise to let her middle child spend two weeks walking around in flip flops (I have no defense. I was 13 and thought it was cool). And I still wear them. Yes, they look a little used, but not nearly 10 years worth. They have been up Half Dome twice and to Japan, Guatemala, and New York City, but really, it's kind of sad that I haven't needed a new pair.
After I jogged for twenty minutes (who out there is proud of me, let's see a show of hands) I walked home. But then this really great, really loud song came on my MP3 player (which by the way you shouldn't listen to too loudly, but that's a whole other story) and of course I turned it up way too loud. I sprinted the last block home, skipping, etc... As I went into our apartment, I told myself to not freak out when I saw Jason, because I couldn't hear anything and not to react as though he were an attacker.
He unfortunately popped out of the kitchen when I came in. I screamed and jumped into defense position (maybe those self defense moves we learned in high school actually sunk in) with my legs crouched and my arms ready to go. He screamed in response and jumped two feet in the air, nearly dropping his toast.
So we had a good laugh about that.
Another thing about jogging. I bought my running shoes when I was 14 and we were in Washington DC because my mother didn't think it wise to let her middle child spend two weeks walking around in flip flops (I have no defense. I was 13 and thought it was cool). And I still wear them. Yes, they look a little used, but not nearly 10 years worth. They have been up Half Dome twice and to Japan, Guatemala, and New York City, but really, it's kind of sad that I haven't needed a new pair.
Friday, November 11, 2005
There's something I miss....
about California. Well, there are actually a lot of things I miss about California. But the other day I was drove home from work and it took all of about 30 seconds. (Call me a gas-guzzler, but when it is 35 degrees outside, I don't always feel like walking.)
I was singing along with Kelly Clarkson and realized that I completely miss commuting. Now everyone is like, "What?!" Now, you might be upset at my revelation of liking Kelly Clarkson, but really, you should listen to her. (Since You've Been Gone is akin to Shakespeare.) Fun stuff. Anyways. I miss commuting. There's just something about whizzing down I-80 back to Davis during rush hour and spending an hour on a trip that should only take 20 minutes. You get to listen to the radio, sing along with pop music that you would never admit to listening to, and hear all the day's news on NPR. There is absolutely nothing like California driving. My mother-in-law discovered this when she was ticketed for speeding while driving down from Spokane last week. You can't just drive like a Californian in eastern Washington and Idaho (aka 80 mph). I can't wait for December!
I was singing along with Kelly Clarkson and realized that I completely miss commuting. Now everyone is like, "What?!" Now, you might be upset at my revelation of liking Kelly Clarkson, but really, you should listen to her. (Since You've Been Gone is akin to Shakespeare.) Fun stuff. Anyways. I miss commuting. There's just something about whizzing down I-80 back to Davis during rush hour and spending an hour on a trip that should only take 20 minutes. You get to listen to the radio, sing along with pop music that you would never admit to listening to, and hear all the day's news on NPR. There is absolutely nothing like California driving. My mother-in-law discovered this when she was ticketed for speeding while driving down from Spokane last week. You can't just drive like a Californian in eastern Washington and Idaho (aka 80 mph). I can't wait for December!
Monday, February 28, 2005
Spring, Spring, Spring
I was inspired today, as I sat in the family room and looked out the window to the sunny outside with all the daffodils in bloom and the almond orchard leafing out. Yesterday wasn't so inspiring with its cloudy skies and absolute downpour last night, but today it definitely feels like spring. My inspiration led me to think of that oh, so classic film "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" and the song "Spring, Spring, Spring." So here for your corny reading pleasure are the words to that song. If you've never seen this movie, it is a definite must see (immediately after viewing "The Pirate" starring Gene Kelly and Judy Garland - right Carrie and Anne? (slight sarcasm))!
CALEB:
Oh, the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy,
And the obvious reason is because of the season
Ma Nature's lyrical, with her yearly miracle
Spring, Spring, Spring.
BENJAMIN:
All the hen-folk are hatchin'
While their men-folk are scrathin'
To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival.
DORCAS:
Each nest is twitterin',
They're all baby-sitterin',
Spring, Spring, Spring.
FRANK:
It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life,
Every family has plans in view.
Even down in the brook the underwater life
Is forever blowin' bubbles too.
LIZA:
Every field wears a bonnet
With some spring daisies on it,
Even birds of a feather show their clothes off together.
EPHRAIM:
Sun's gettin' shinery, to spotlight the finery,
LIZA:
Spring, Spring, Spring.
GIDEON:
From his eyrie, the eagle with his eagle eye
Gazes down across his eagle beak
And a'fixin' his lady with the legal eye
Screams "suppose we fix the date this week!"
CALEB & RUTH with DANIEL & MARTHA:
Yes, siree, spring disposes
That it's all one supposes
It's a real bed of roses
Waggin' tails, rubbin' noses.
All BROTHERS (except Ephraim) & All BRIDES:
Each day is Mother's Day
The next is some other's day
When all is King ....
EPHRAIM: (arrivin' at the rondevue area, and yellin'):
FRANK, DAN, BEN, CALEB, EVERYBODY
Milly's havin' her baby!
Squeals of excitement from the
other brothers and the brides
(sounds of pacing expectant uncles and hurrying brides,
. . . and, finally, as Gideon muses in wonder:
"I'm an Uncle!", the sound of Gideon fainting)
CALEB:
Oh, the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy,
And the obvious reason is because of the season
Ma Nature's lyrical, with her yearly miracle
Spring, Spring, Spring.
BENJAMIN:
All the hen-folk are hatchin'
While their men-folk are scrathin'
To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival.
DORCAS:
Each nest is twitterin',
They're all baby-sitterin',
Spring, Spring, Spring.
FRANK:
It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life,
Every family has plans in view.
Even down in the brook the underwater life
Is forever blowin' bubbles too.
LIZA:
Every field wears a bonnet
With some spring daisies on it,
Even birds of a feather show their clothes off together.
EPHRAIM:
Sun's gettin' shinery, to spotlight the finery,
LIZA:
Spring, Spring, Spring.
GIDEON:
From his eyrie, the eagle with his eagle eye
Gazes down across his eagle beak
And a'fixin' his lady with the legal eye
Screams "suppose we fix the date this week!"
CALEB & RUTH with DANIEL & MARTHA:
Yes, siree, spring disposes
That it's all one supposes
It's a real bed of roses
Waggin' tails, rubbin' noses.
All BROTHERS (except Ephraim) & All BRIDES:
Each day is Mother's Day
The next is some other's day
When all is King ....
EPHRAIM: (arrivin' at the rondevue area, and yellin'):
FRANK, DAN, BEN, CALEB, EVERYBODY
Milly's havin' her baby!
Squeals of excitement from the
other brothers and the brides
(sounds of pacing expectant uncles and hurrying brides,
. . . and, finally, as Gideon muses in wonder:
"I'm an Uncle!", the sound of Gideon fainting)
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
My, My, At Waterloo Napoleon Did Surrender
I realize that they look funny, but I love ABBA.
My mom is starting to complain that I play my ABBA record too much, but I say, "Can there really be too much of a good thing?"
(For those unfamiliar with the ABBA catalogue, the title of this post is the first line of "Waterloo".)
My mom is starting to complain that I play my ABBA record too much, but I say, "Can there really be too much of a good thing?"
(For those unfamiliar with the ABBA catalogue, the title of this post is the first line of "Waterloo".)
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
I'm Waitin' For the Man
I did it. I saw the man himself, Bob Dylan, live in concert. Woo hoo! He came to Davis yesterday and Janae and I bought ourselves some tickets and enjoyed a good solid hour and half of Bob's lyricism and music. Except for the very sad fact that he never played the guitar! It was still pretty neat to see him play the piano and hear him sing, but the main reason I wanted to go was to see him perform his old songs, the classics. Unfortunately that didn't happen and he played mostly his newer pieces. After he was finished, he took a bow and looked very shaky, though I guess years of drugs can take a toll on the body.
The crowd was fun and very enthusiastic, with the obligatory stoners and aroma of alcohol and pot in the air. About half the people were my age with the others being in the 50s and 60s, coming to hear him play again. It was fun to people watch and see how they reacted to the music, some were just listening, others were jumping up and down and having a grand old time, much to the chagrin of those standing next to them.
But cheers to Bob Dylan for still being a cool musician and putting on a good show. And to his lead guitarist, that guy was good!
Mr. Dylan
The crowd was fun and very enthusiastic, with the obligatory stoners and aroma of alcohol and pot in the air. About half the people were my age with the others being in the 50s and 60s, coming to hear him play again. It was fun to people watch and see how they reacted to the music, some were just listening, others were jumping up and down and having a grand old time, much to the chagrin of those standing next to them.
But cheers to Bob Dylan for still being a cool musician and putting on a good show. And to his lead guitarist, that guy was good!
Mr. Dylan
Friday, September 17, 2004
On the Road Again....
Cue the Willie Nelson music....Road Trip!!
I'm waiting right now, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, for my mum, dad, and sister to drive up and get me before we make our way up the interstate to Idaho and then to Seattle. There is a reason for going to Seattle by way of Idaho (and actually its not all that out of the way, just 5 hours more to the east): visiting my friend Jason. And by "friend" I really mean the man I get to marry in less than a year.
Should be fun, visit Jason for a day and then back on the road to drop off my sister in Seattle, which by the way is my favorite city I think. Because it has lots of things to do and see, isn't pretentious, is clean, and has some very nice old areas of town with neato houses. You should all go visit if you've never been. Very nice town.
Since its 4:49 in the morning, I think I'll go stare at the wall while waiting; my brain can't handle much more stimulation.
I'm waiting right now, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, for my mum, dad, and sister to drive up and get me before we make our way up the interstate to Idaho and then to Seattle. There is a reason for going to Seattle by way of Idaho (and actually its not all that out of the way, just 5 hours more to the east): visiting my friend Jason. And by "friend" I really mean the man I get to marry in less than a year.
Should be fun, visit Jason for a day and then back on the road to drop off my sister in Seattle, which by the way is my favorite city I think. Because it has lots of things to do and see, isn't pretentious, is clean, and has some very nice old areas of town with neato houses. You should all go visit if you've never been. Very nice town.
Since its 4:49 in the morning, I think I'll go stare at the wall while waiting; my brain can't handle much more stimulation.
Monday, September 13, 2004
This IS Very Important
My sister and I are very close. We are quite good friends and talk fairly often when we're both away at school and I am always happy when we get to visit during school breaks. Now that we are adults, our relationship has developed into one of mutual respect and compassion and we no longer fight like cats and dogs. No wait, scratch the last part.
I don't know if its just because we live together during school holidays or because we just know each other so well, but Anne and I can get into an argument about anything. Example: tonight while watching "Friends" with our mom, we got into a heated debate about whether or not Jennifer Aniston's outfit was meant to be a "stay-at-home" ensemble or one ok to go out in. Our friendly spat continued for a few minutes until Mom told us to stop bickering. The question we constantly ask ourselves is how we can get so worked up over ridiculous things, like Jennifer Aniston's pants or whether or not it is the appropriate time to change lanes.
Kudos to Wes and Jason for putting up with this garbage, except subtract points for the irritating Sisters song from "White Christmas."
Despite all that, I do love my sister very much.
I don't know if its just because we live together during school holidays or because we just know each other so well, but Anne and I can get into an argument about anything. Example: tonight while watching "Friends" with our mom, we got into a heated debate about whether or not Jennifer Aniston's outfit was meant to be a "stay-at-home" ensemble or one ok to go out in. Our friendly spat continued for a few minutes until Mom told us to stop bickering. The question we constantly ask ourselves is how we can get so worked up over ridiculous things, like Jennifer Aniston's pants or whether or not it is the appropriate time to change lanes.
Kudos to Wes and Jason for putting up with this garbage, except subtract points for the irritating Sisters song from "White Christmas."
Despite all that, I do love my sister very much.
Saturday, May 01, 2004
Elizabeth's Blog 101
I didn't even know what a blog was until about one week ago when my fiancé started one up. I thought to myself, "Hey - this would be a good way to waste time when you should be writing some essay dissecting the socio-economic ramifications of the Communist system in Hungary!"
So - hopefully this webpage will be somewhat interesting to read. The title was inspired by a Jason's blogpage in that this page's title also comes from a song. Late Night Over Pancakes is in the first line in Table for Two by Caedmon's Call. Great song about waiting for God to show you what He is doing in your life and not to be impatient with what we think should be happening. After all:
Well this day's been crazy
But everything's happened on schedule
from the rain and the cold
To the drink that I spilled on my shirt
'Cause You knew how You'd save me
before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt.
Bonne lecture!
So - hopefully this webpage will be somewhat interesting to read. The title was inspired by a Jason's blogpage in that this page's title also comes from a song. Late Night Over Pancakes is in the first line in Table for Two by Caedmon's Call. Great song about waiting for God to show you what He is doing in your life and not to be impatient with what we think should be happening. After all:
Well this day's been crazy
But everything's happened on schedule
from the rain and the cold
To the drink that I spilled on my shirt
'Cause You knew how You'd save me
before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt.
Bonne lecture!
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