For Week 13 of #songaweek2016, I was short on time and ideas, because we were packing up for a weekend road trip. Since the one thing I really did need to finish writing was my packing list, I decided to make that my song for the week. Nathan had fun sitting in and making a few extra sounds.
Week 12 of #songaweek2016 already! I did a rough a cappella song this time, especially for Easter:
Ring all the bells that ever were, and are, and ever shall be
All that is fading, dying, falling, will land upon the light
Let the frozen thaw, let the dry seeds crack, let the ancient ones be born
All that is waiting, crying, calling, will make it through the night.
Everything that flies on broken wings
Everything that sorrowfully sings
Everything that hurts with hope and love
Everything that’s aching to become
Everything will breathe
everything will be
Speak every name that ever was and is and ever shall be
All that’s been hushed, ignored, forgotten, remembers the way home
Let the truth be told, let the tyrant rest, bring the wounded warrior peace
All that is crushed, war-torn, downtrodden, will rise from patient stone
Everything that flies on broken wings
Everything that sorrowfully sings
Everything that hurts with hope and love
Everything that’s aching to become
Everything will breathe
everything will be
We sprang forward last week. Because that’s what we do. I wrote this song on a gorgeous spring day, and recorded it on a snowy cold one. Ah, March.
Anyhoo, here it is, my song for week 11 of #songaweek2016.
the light and the birds are coming back
kids and the dog rolling in the grass
guess we’re happy here for another year
eggs in the coop laundry on the line
a fine-looking man who’s mine all mine
I’m a satisfied one for another month
tuck an hour away
get it back someday
pizzas in the oven, beer in the fridge
we’ll take a Friday night flight in the TARDIS
sweet sigh of relief for another week
the outside’s breezing through the house
blue sky getting scrubbed with fluffy clouds
think we’ll be okay for another day
tuck an hour away
get it back someday
marching, marching,
time keeps marching on
In spite of everything, I still believe . . .
Here’s my song for week 10 of #songaweek2016.
You’re the wind and
I’m the good girl
trying to keep her skirt in place
You’re the music
I’m the stoic
fighting the urge to dance
you are the light
but I’m trying to hide
You’re the bread and wine but I have to fast
you’re the question I’m afraid to ask
you’re the letting go, I can’t hold you in my grasp
but over, under, and right through everything
your still small voice still calls
You’re the road and I’m the traveler
you lay your body down
you make a way through wilderness
draw me to the next horizon
spread your spirit out
You’re the paper I’m the pen
you give me space to think
let me bleed all over you
and you wear the mess like it means something
You’re the wave and I’m the sand
I’m trying to stand firm
but you keep on changing me
The larger concern is not he who I shall not name, but the fear and rage pulsing through the crowds he’s riding on.
Here’s my song for Week 9 of #songaweek2016. I wrote the words and did my best to perform them, but Nathan Bloom did *everything* else to make this track work!
My finger’s on your pulse, America, I’ve got you by the throat
I say what’s on my mind, that’s all it takes to get your vote
I make the cameras flash and the crowds roar
I excite you, entice you, leave you panting for more
What’s my name? Say it louder
What’s my name? Say it prouder
Feel the fire, feel the power
I’m a demagogic tower
I’m the savior of the hour
and you love me
no matter what I do
yeah you love me even more
when they tell you not to
You’re an angry adolescent raging against the machine
I’m a millionaire maverick in a limousine
and you believe in me when I say I’ll make you great
You’ll disown your family for me ‘cause you never liked them anyway
You’re burning up with fever, there’s a beam stuck in your eye
but you don’t want a doctor, just want me to keep you high
Here, let me strip off all those bandages and salt your open wounds
and trust me, I’ll be here to seize you when you swoon
Julia Bloom 