Posts tagged soul

Glen Hansard 

This guy is great. Everything he does has deep emotion. He can’t help but draw his songs from deep within. After all, he is Irish. And growing up in Ireland is no easy life, or so I’ve heard. 

The song “Talking with the Wolves” is off his latest record ‘Rhythm and Repose’. It made me instantly pick up the album cover as soon as the song came on. That’s how I know it’s good. I had to register an image and a source of where this great material came from. It was like subconsciously congratulating myself for a good purchase.

The studio version has a slightly more atmospheric ‘haunting’ approach that I like but with a song like this, it’s nice to see the song fleshed out live. 

Enjoy. 

TjB

Booker White - Aberdeen Mississippi Blues

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So for all the musical posing out there this should humble a few people. Certainly humbles me. Excuse me while I go brush off these goosebumps.

P.S… I think Justin Bieber has similar lyrics of heartbreak as these delta singers…..hmmm? gotta love 2011. - TjB

Lyrically, this has to be the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. The song is a delicate combination of raw and subtle. The imagery is so tangible. I swear I could write a screenplay inspired off these lyrics. Read the lyrics while listening:

She lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.
I never learned to count my blessings,
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
I walk on down the hill,
through grass, grown tall and brown
and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary.
If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they’re applauding us the the quiet love we made.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said “Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I’ve been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me.”
There’s a lot of things that can kill a man,
there’s a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There’s a lot of things I don’t understand,
why so many people lie.
Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.