Very limited time to write this week but I was feeling inspired in the afternoon I allotted myself today to write and record this song. For spring, for Easter, for love and life . . .
Pick up your questions and put down your weapons And don’t be afraid anymore There’s something to see here if you care to be here Don’t be afraid anymore
Oh . . . love’s alive
The birds are returning, the babies are learning Don’t despair today The cold ice is breaking the warm earth is waking Don’t despair today
Oh . . love’s alive
Share with your neighbor, welcome the stranger Believe you have enough Give yourself mercy, be patient dear person Believe you are enough
“Sex” is the suggested theme for this current week, 29, of #songaweek2018 (the song I’m working on writing this week). Wouldn’t you know I already hit that theme for week 28! Not that I meant to. I didn’t even mean to use week 28’s actual theme, “anniversary.” But it does seem to all relate.
I started with two lines I had saved as a random idea earlier this year (in the spring, of course). And just let it unfold from there.
A little glossary in case you need it – “hygge” is one of those newly-discovered old ideas that’s been all the rage in recent years, especially in the winter. And “alohomora” is a spell in Harry Potter books that opens things (the “unlocking charm” according to Harry Potter Wiki).
I didn’t want to take the time and effort to film myself recording this week, so I dug up a “strange little newsreel” on publicdomainreview.org. For added entertainment value, go watch it at their site with the original audio intact.
Let’s go at it now with another spring Pull the earth closer, waken everything Let the water fall, let the pollen fly Let the stars get in our eyes
We’ve been keeping our happiness on ice
Frozen fantasies of life
Numbing out with chocolate and wine
Excusing it as hygge, hygge, hygge, who?
Let’s go at it now with another spring Pull the earth closer, waken everything Let the water fall, let the pollen fly Let the stars get in our eyes
Throw the covers off boats and motorcycles
Dodge the dropping icicles
Everything feels magical
Hello, alohomora, more and more and more-a
Let’s go at it now with another spring Pull the earth closer, waken everything Let the water fall, let the pollen fly Let the stars get in our eyes
We’ll dance ourselves dizzy
Under the rising moon
We’ll sing hallelujah,
La la la la la la, la la la la la
Let’s go at it now with another spring Pull the earth closer, waken everything Let the water fall, let the pollen fly Let the stars get in our eyes
I’ve been having fun taking public domain poems and setting them to music recently. Here’s a little spring fever piece by Robert Frost, very roughly recorded by yours truly. May you very soon find the brown beneath the white, wherever you live in the northern hemisphere anyway!
It’s late spring in Minnesota. That’s why this blog has a bit of the echoing sound of summertime school halls right now. I’m outside whenever I can be. I admit that I worship the sun. I finished this poem from a pouty roost at the coffeeshop yesterday while it was raining.
Perennial
by Julia Tindall Bloom 5/25/11
Perennial means forever.
I remember this each spring,
When the bleeding heart comes all quick and tumbling out of the bare ground,
Lines of tiny pink and white clowns
Pouring out of a celery-stem car.
Plants, unlike people, do not age.
I ponder this
As I survey my wrinkling skin,
My gathering cellulite,
As I pull on my first pair of shorts
In this new spring,
And I wonder about resurrection.
It is inarguable that we animals
Rise again as plants.
Is that all?
Julia Bloom 