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"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.



Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lyrics. Show all posts

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Hallelujah ~ Jeff Buckley


Hallelujah
Leonard Cohen ~ version Jeff Buckley

I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well, it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...

Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
But from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...

Baby, I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor (you know/yes)
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a/some victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...

Well, there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too?
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...

Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody/at some one who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...
Hallelujah...   Hallelujah...


Live at Nulle Part Ailleurs September 8th 1995

Jeffrey Scott "Jeff" Buckley
November 17, 1966 – May 29, 1997

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Ain't No Ash Will Burn

Lovely John & Lisa...


John Smith performs "Ain't No Ash Will Burn" with Lisa Hannigan 
on a boat in Baltimore, West Cork. Filmed by Myles O'Reilly.
* * *

      Ain’t No Ash Will Burn :: Walt Aldridge

      I have seen snow that fell in May
      And I have seen rain on cloudless days
      Some things are always bound to change
      There ain’t no ash will burn

      Love is a precious thing I’m told
      Burns just like West Virginia coal
      But when the fire dies down it’s cold
      There ain’t no ash will burn

      You say this life is not your lot
      And I can’t be something that I’m not
      We can’t stoke a fire that we ain’t got
      There ain’t no ash will burn

      Love is a precious thing I’m told
      Burns just like West Virginia coal
      But when the fire dies down it’s cold
      There ain’t no ash will burn

      In every life there comes a time
      When there are no more tears to cry
      You must leave something dear behind
      There ain’t no ash will burn

      Love is a precious thing I’m told
      Burns just like West Virginia coal
      But when the fire dies down it’s cold
      There ain’t no ash will burn

      There is one lesson I have learned... ...
      There ain’t no ash will burn
                                                —  lyrics: help from here and Old Sledge




Monday, October 15, 2012

Gone, Gone



     Gone, Gone
     Grey Revell ~ Crazy Like An Ambush

     run run screaming at the sun

     couldn't've done better if i won it in the lottery
          run run faster than a gun
          gonna find my baby and i'm gonna have a family
     run run till the running's done
     gonna play guitar and make money off her pottery
          fun fun underneath the sun
          we're gonna have a baby and we're gonna raise it right

     gone gone every thing is gone

     maybe now i'll find someone i love and have a family
          dumb dumb everyone was dumb
          slaving for a dollar in the name of nationality
     bomb bomb thank you for the bomb
     you vaporize the idiots you send 'em to infinity
          run run till the running's done
          i'm gonna find my baby and I'm gonna treat her right

     gone gone every thing is gone

     couldn't've done better if i won it in the lottery
          run run till the running's done
          i'm gonna play guitar and make money off her pottery
     bomb bomb thank you for the bomb
     you vaporize the idiots you send 'em to infinity
          run run screaming at the sun:
          "i'm gonna have a family i'm gonna do it right"

Good tip from an HP tv add! Another good find through an add — last year's I Am..., Nikon's add with music by Ben Cooper.

Monday, November 21, 2011

For Mothers and Lovers

From my newest passion, for all mothers and lovers, with a humorous twist...

Safe Travels (Don't Die)
                               — Lisa Hannigan, from album her Passenger
Please eat your greens
and don't sit close to screens,
your eyes are a means to an end.
And I would be sorry if, due to your hurry,
you were hit by a lorry my friend.

Like you always say,
Safe travels, don't die, don't die,
safe travels, don't die.

Don't walk on ice, no matter how nice,
how sturdy, enticing it seems.
Please cross at the lights
and don't start fires or fights and
don't dabble in heights on caffeine.

Like you always say
Safe travels, don't die, don't die,
safe travels, don't die.

Don't swallow bleach
out on Sandymount beach,
I'm not sure I'd reach you in time my boy.
Please don't bungee jump
or ignore a strange lump
and a gasoline pump's not a toy.

Like you always say
Safe travels, don't die, don't die,
safe travels, don't die.
                                   — Lyrics from her site

For sure I'm asking Santa for two cds!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Halleluja!

I'm always amazed at Youtube...
All these songs that I've wanted for years to discover the what and the who about, I can now with a few jumbled words actually track them down.

Amazing.

Such a song is this: beautiful melody and voice - Leonard Cohen singing his composition Halleluia.

Hallelujah 
             — originally version, by Leonard Cohen

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
The Halleluja part is especially apt for this moment: the process I've been working on since February has finally came to fruition after a loooooooot of ups&downs and work & prayer. Signed, sealed and delivered. Halleluja!