a horticulture friend told me once that there are 400 kinds of holly in ga alone. I always thought to myself in addition, 401 if you count me. ho ho ho. (another friend told me as I stuck a frond on a cake I made for a party yesterday, that stuff is poisonous!, but I didn’t let it break my stride and scotch taped the ends). this song always made me feel special, as any song bearing your name might. these irish lads sing it so sweetly ha-lleee, ha-ah-lee…and its nice bearing the name of the first tree that’s in the green wood. aside from me, tree symbolism rocks, gospel trees. do wanna bear some fruit in this life (back to me, haha).
one of my very favorites. plaintive, mournful, expectant. the lyrics say it all, but so does this dude’s performance. <3
O come, O come, Emmanuel And ransom captive Israel That mourns in lonely exile here Until the Son of God appear Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free Thine own from Satan’s tyranny From depths of Hell Thy people save And give them victory o’er the grave Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer Our spirits by Thine advent here Disperse the gloomy clouds of night And death’s dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Key of David, come, And open wide our heavenly home; Make safe the way that leads on high, And close the path to misery. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O come, Thou Lord of might, Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai’s height, In ancient times did’st give the Law, In cloud, and majesty and awe. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel.
this song makes me feel like i’m crumpling into a pile of goodness. the beauty of sounds heard, captured, shared. where do they come from? the words touch my heart something fierce too. <3 god bless
All that I’ve known to be of life And I am gentle You ran off with it all And I am faithful All that I have held within my arms And I am weightless You ran off with it all And I am speechless All that I’ve said to get it right And I am confident You ran off with it all And I am steadfast All that I thought to be precise And I am consequence You run off with it all And I am sorry And I am sorry All that I’ve known to be at peace Now I am desperate You run off with it all And I am restless All that I’ve known to be of love And I am gentle You run off with it all And I am desperate All that I dreamed Where do you run, where do you run to And I am evidence All that I dreamed Where do you run, where do you run to And I am faithless All that I dreamed Where do you run, where do you run to Now I am messed up All that I dreamed Where do you run, where do you run to Carrier, friend Where do you run
what is this? the bruce springsteen blog? what is this blog in general? it started as a way to cope with grief. now i make anyone (the key word here being ONE, maybe?maybe negative one?) who stumbles across it want to hang out on the bridge with me and jimmy stewart. but anyway, posting this because I put on born in the usa the other day and was very much identifying with the lyrics to “dancing in the dark”…and here they go on rolling stone posting this vid today. I used to write this song off as a boppy tune and a fun video. (my brother did put it on as my sister’s and my ‘getting ready for prom’ music and it was truly the highlight of the evening) you really can’t write it off tho— bruce, he knew what he was talking about, doing the pony, wearing his American flag bandana. here’s where I am in America. maybe I should search other shores.
*editor’s note: I usually get up in the morning. and he uses the word baby a lot.
I get up in the evening and I ain’t got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain’t nothing but tired Man I’m just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
You can’t start a fire You can’t start a fire without a spark This gun’s for hire even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Message keeps getting clearer radio’s on and I’m moving ‘round the place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man I ain’t getting nowhere I’m just living in a dump like this There’s something happening somewhere baby I just know that there is