I Will Rise Up
If it be for certain
I will rise up
And if it's something that we don't know
I will rise up
You give me the gift contagious
And I will rise up
You were supposed to call my name out loud!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Outer Tumbolia Free Download
My new album can be downloaded here:
http://www.mediafire.com/file/
If you like it - tell your friends
You can consult the Jaunted Haunts Press page in the links section of this blog if you are interested in buying the CD to get the real artifact with beautiful limited edition handprinted artwork courtesy of Jaunted Haunts Press label head, Righard Kapp.
Monday, July 27, 2009
This is how
This is how
Your hands are so inviting
I want to wrap them round my face and throat
This is how I want to go
The second wind has blown its charms
If I said "Stay!"
You know?
With nothing left
This is how I want to go
I want to
This is how I want to go
With these hands
I would work around
The curve
With these hands
I will clasp around
Firm!
Lay this body down
Lay this body down
Don't talk for anyone
Done, talk for anyone
Discern this grip is right
Discern this grip is right
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your eyes
Discern this grip is right
Discern this grip is right
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your eyes
that this grip is just right
With these hands
I would work around
The curve
With these hands
I will clasp around
Firm!
Now I've said too much
You have broken rank
When you heard the words
That hurt
So much!
Your hands are so inviting
I want to wrap them round my face and throat
This is how I want to go
The second wind has blown its charms
If I said "Stay!"
You know?
With nothing left
This is how I want to go
I want to
This is how I want to go
With these hands
I would work around
The curve
With these hands
I will clasp around
Firm!
Lay this body down
Lay this body down
Don't talk for anyone
Done, talk for anyone
Discern this grip is right
Discern this grip is right
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your eyes
Discern this grip is right
Discern this grip is right
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your eyes
that this grip is just right
With these hands
I would work around
The curve
With these hands
I will clasp around
Firm!
Now I've said too much
You have broken rank
When you heard the words
That hurt
So much!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Sucker punched
I was filled with wonder and small pangs of jealousy when I first saw this video:
Damn, what a cool idea!
I would much rather live in an alternate universe where the use of the vaccum cleaner in pop music production is as ubiquitous as the use of Auto-Tune is in ours.
Damn, what a cool idea!
I would much rather live in an alternate universe where the use of the vaccum cleaner in pop music production is as ubiquitous as the use of Auto-Tune is in ours.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
With these hands
Unused - Outtakes for album artwork
Images from 'First Aid To The Injured' St John's Ambulance Association 1939
Images from 'First Aid To The Injured' St John's Ambulance Association 1939
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Luminarc
Luminarc
I dunno why, you come this night
Tomb of rock
I dunno why we're bound in this life
Tell them all it wasn't me
tell them all it wasn't me aha!
Luminarc
I dunno why
When the metrics of the noble hour
That pluck the sweet strings
That sing the sweet things
We risk the bee stings
To find the finer flower
And drink the sweet things
I'm finally full
Untimely full
I dunno why, you come this night
Tomb of rock
I dunno why we're bound in this life
Tell them all it wasn't me
tell them all it wasn't me aha!
Luminarc
I dunno why
When the metrics of the noble hour
That pluck the sweet strings
That sing the sweet things
We risk the bee stings
To find the finer flower
And drink the sweet things
I'm finally full
Untimely full
Monday, July 20, 2009
Chang, You - the annotated lyrics
Frames from Tintin in Tibet and one from The Blue Lotus that inspired the song
Chang, you
Chang, you
Chang, you
Chang, you...
On a lonely Alpine horn, I call you
With a restless open scrawl, implore you:
Chang!
Intersecting lines receding
I'm the only one believing
Tender lend my life
Be care what you wish for
I might levitate outta here
Be care what you wish for
I might levitate outta here
Chang, You!
Chang, Coo-ee!
Chang, You!
Chang, Coo-ee!
Happy hunting...
Chang, you
Chang, you
Chang, you
Chang, you...
On a lonely Alpine horn, I call you
With a restless open scrawl, implore you:
Chang!
Intersecting lines receding
I'm the only one believingTender lend my life
Be care what you wish for
I might levitate outta here
Be care what you wish for
I might levitate outta here
Chang, You!
Chang, Coo-ee!
Chang, You!
Chang, Coo-ee!
Happy hunting...
Friday, July 17, 2009
Women of the Dunes (1964) - Hiroshi Teshigahara
From the close-up photography of the ever shifting and all pervasive sand to the limitlessness of the dunes and the terrifying sound world provided by composer Toru Takemitsu. This film demands you experience its riches on its terms and at its (at times slow) pace.
In a remote coastal village set amongst dunes, an academic entomologist arrives, butterfly net at the ready looking for rare beetles. Shots of ant lions lying in wait hint at his fate.
He is tricked into seeking shelter for the night in one of the village houses, owned by a women, at the bottom of a sandy pit. He then discovers that he is now trapped there with her and becomes part of a superstitious, rutualistic nightmare where he must play the role of both prey and hunter.
In a remote coastal village set amongst dunes, an academic entomologist arrives, butterfly net at the ready looking for rare beetles. Shots of ant lions lying in wait hint at his fate.
He is tricked into seeking shelter for the night in one of the village houses, owned by a women, at the bottom of a sandy pit. He then discovers that he is now trapped there with her and becomes part of a superstitious, rutualistic nightmare where he must play the role of both prey and hunter.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Chang, You
Chang, you
On a lonely alpine horn, I call you
With a restless open scrawl, implore you
Chang!
Intersecting lines recede.
I'm the only one believing
Tender
Lend my life
Be careful what you wish for, I might levitate outta here
Chang, You!
Chang! Coo-ee!
Hergé, his first wife Germaine and Zhang Chongren in 1934
On a lonely alpine horn, I call you
With a restless open scrawl, implore you
Chang!
Intersecting lines recede.
I'm the only one believing
Tender
Lend my life
Be careful what you wish for, I might levitate outta here
Chang, You!
Chang! Coo-ee!
Hergé, his first wife Germaine and Zhang Chongren in 1934
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Trying to Tell
Trying to Tell (Summer House)
There's a 'before...'
There's a 'before you'
Stay, stay
Summer house
As I scrub your face from my mind
I walk the long road for the last time
The trees are now like cemetery Cyprus
The path, a hazy tunnel
'Cos the summer cycles
If I would turn back now
I would surely kill you
These thoughts they can inspire
That’s what I'm trying to tell you
Stay, stay
Summer house
There's a 'before...'
There's a 'before you'
Stay, stay
Summer house
As I scrub your face from my mind
I walk the long road for the last time
The trees are now like cemetery Cyprus
The path, a hazy tunnel
'Cos the summer cycles
If I would turn back now
I would surely kill you
These thoughts they can inspire
That’s what I'm trying to tell you
Stay, stay
Summer house
Monday, July 13, 2009
Luft
Luft
First lift
Now I'm cursed with it
Pursed lips sent you on your way
Could we just white out
This
Could we just bide our time?
Don't wanna go,
But this lake of fire keeps pushing me up higher
Still wanna burn,
But I don't
Don't wanna go,
But this lake of fire keeps pushing me up higher
Still wanna burn,
But I don't
How dare you
So I started new ways
Each in its own self styled limbo
And the things fall into place
Waiting with my arms akimbo.
First lift
Now I'm cursed with it
Pursed lips sent you on your way
Could we just white out
This
Could we just bide our time?
Don't wanna go,
But this lake of fire keeps pushing me up higher
Still wanna burn,
But I don't
Don't wanna go,
But this lake of fire keeps pushing me up higher
Still wanna burn,
But I don't
How dare you
So I started new ways
Each in its own self styled limbo
And the things fall into place
Waiting with my arms akimbo.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
For Starters
Two years ago, when my wife's state of health was involving me in a lot of expense, but there was still some hope of its improving, I dreamed one night that I was composing a symphony, and heard it in my dream. On waking next morning I could recall nearly the whole of the first movement, which was an allegro in A minor in two-four time.... I was going to my desk to begin writing it down, when I suddenly thought:
"If I do, I shall be led on to compose the rest. My ideas always tend to expand nowadays, this symphony could well be on an enormous scale. I shall spend perhaps three or four months on the work (I took seven to write Romeo and Juliet), during which time I shall do no articles, or very few and my income will diminish accordingly.
When the symphony is written I shall be weak enough to let myself be persuaded by my copyist to have it copied, which will immediately put me a thousand or twelve hundred francs in debt. Once the parts exist, I shall be plagued by the temptation to have the work performed. I shall give a concert, the receipts of which will barely cover one half of the costs - that is inevitable these days. I shall lose what I haven't got and be short of money to provide for the poor invalid, and no longer able to meet my personal expenses or pay my son's board on the ship he will shortly be joining."
These thoughts made me shudder, and I threw down my pen thinking:
"What of it? I shall have forgotten it by tomorrow!"
That night the symphony again appeared and obstinately resounded in my head. I heard the allegro in A minor quite distinctly. More, I seemed to see it written. I woke in a state of feverish excitement. I sang the theme to myself; its form and character pleased me exceedingly. I was on the point of getting up.
Then my previous thoughts recurred and held me fast.
I lay still , steeling myself against temptation, clinging to the hope that I would forget. At last I fell asleep, and when I awoke all recollection of it had vanished for ever.
- From the Memoirs of Hector Berlioz taken from Musicophilia by Oliver Sacks
"If I do, I shall be led on to compose the rest. My ideas always tend to expand nowadays, this symphony could well be on an enormous scale. I shall spend perhaps three or four months on the work (I took seven to write Romeo and Juliet), during which time I shall do no articles, or very few and my income will diminish accordingly.
When the symphony is written I shall be weak enough to let myself be persuaded by my copyist to have it copied, which will immediately put me a thousand or twelve hundred francs in debt. Once the parts exist, I shall be plagued by the temptation to have the work performed. I shall give a concert, the receipts of which will barely cover one half of the costs - that is inevitable these days. I shall lose what I haven't got and be short of money to provide for the poor invalid, and no longer able to meet my personal expenses or pay my son's board on the ship he will shortly be joining."
These thoughts made me shudder, and I threw down my pen thinking:
"What of it? I shall have forgotten it by tomorrow!"
That night the symphony again appeared and obstinately resounded in my head. I heard the allegro in A minor quite distinctly. More, I seemed to see it written. I woke in a state of feverish excitement. I sang the theme to myself; its form and character pleased me exceedingly. I was on the point of getting up.
Then my previous thoughts recurred and held me fast.
I lay still , steeling myself against temptation, clinging to the hope that I would forget. At last I fell asleep, and when I awoke all recollection of it had vanished for ever.
- From the Memoirs of Hector Berlioz taken from Musicophilia by Oliver Sacks
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