Poetry in Lyrics

go rest high-
on that mountain....

"Mom" your work on earth is done....

O, TOL, say it's not so....

Bless you drom...

I am breathing the fragrance of beauty from the boquet I took from her resting place. All is well.

It seems as if you have taken things better than I did, ... which is stupid of me, I guess... but I know that she shall have stars at elbow and foot... (http://www.fortunecity.com/lavendar/scaramouche/69/adshnd.html)

Here's a song that I'm reminded of:

Brother, are you heeding him?
The package I received is gone
I hear a phantom detective
Can you read my soul backwards?
I will glide with you
If you are a backwards ghost
I will hire you

Brother are you really whole?
Holy as a blessed worm
Paradise ambassador, bring me to your room
I will throw you rocks today
Watch them pass right through you
Say this is not a game, a test
We both have done some grieving

Brother with your vast reward
A treasury, who can afford?
Surgeries and innocents abounds
And I have read in paper books
My eyes are glands on twisted hooks
Never have I felt or looked
So sorry for you now

Brother, are you trained to spy?
One eye open, one eye dry?
When I die, will you be my neighbor?
Tell me things I'd like to know
Dressing up from head to toe
Let them know to and fro
From here and tomorrow

Brother, are you heeding him?
The message I've received is gone
I hear a phantom detective
Can you read my soul backwards?
I will glide with you
If you are a backwards ghost
I will hire you...

That's quite a deep prose, drom.

And , no, I am not really bearing up as well as it seems - in merely stating facts. NO, Mom not being here with me is like sitting in a barren desert, sorta. I really don't know what to feel but sad.

TOL, Can I share a favorite gospel tune written by the great Ruby Rakes? In honor of your mother.

A Vision Of Mother

Oft' my thoughts drift back to childhood
To the time when I was free
As I played before the fireside
'Round my darling Mother's knee

There's a blessed home up yonder
Where my loved ones wait for me
I saw Mother in a vision
Kneeling there to pray for me

Then one day our Mother left us
Daddy said she'd gone to rest
I remember how she loved me
As she clutched me to her breast

Some sweet day I'll meet you Mother
Your little boy is commin' home
To see you as in days of childhood
The one you loved and left alone

I'm gonna built me a cabin
on a mountian so high
blackbirds can't hear me
when I sit down and cry.
bob rea (aka dyslexia)

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
John Lennon/Paul McCartney

Home To Stay

I know you're gone
I watched you leave
I always thought
That it was me
You made it clear
With that last kiss
You couldn't live a life
With maybe's and whatif's

When every boat
Has sailed away
And every path
Is marked and paved
When every road
Has had its say
Then I'll be bringing you back
Home to stay

I have the cards you sent to me
You wrote of trains and Paris galleries
This spring you'll draw
Canals, and frescoed walls
Look how far your dreaming's gone

When every town looks just the same
When every choice gets hard to make
When every map is put away
Then I'll be bringing you back
Home to stay

And now I know why you had to go alone
Isn't there a place between

When every boat
Has sailed away
And every path
Is marked and paved

When every road
Has had its say
Then I'll be bringing you back
Home to stay

Reach out to me
Call out my name
And I would bring you back again
Today

Josh Groban

Calling My Children Home

Those lives were mine to love and cherish.
To guard and guide along life's way.
Oh God forbid that one should perish.
That one alas should go astray.

Back in the years with all together,
Around the place we'd romp and play.
So lonely now and oft' times wonder,
Oh will they come back home some day.

I'm lonesome for my precious children,
They live so far away.
Oh may they hear my calling...calling..and come back home some day.
I gave my all for my dear children,
Their problems still with love I share,
I'd brave life's storm, defy the tempest
To bring them home from anywhere.

I lived my life my love I gave them,to guide them through this world of strife,
I hope and pray we'll live together,
In that great glad here after life.
I'm lonesome for my precious children,
They live so far away.
Oh may they hear my calling...calling...and come back home some day.

O, TOL, I know not what to say, except that I feel a little of your grief.

He's a mighty good leader, he's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader all the way
All the way, Lord, from up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader all the way

He led my mother, he led my mother
He led my mother all the way
All the way, Lord, from up to heaven
He led my mother all the way

He's a mighty good leader, he's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader all the way
All the way, Lord, from up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader all the way

I loved this song so much, I made the name Jean my daughters middle name.


Jean

Jean, Jean, roses are red
All the leaves have gone green
And the clouds are so low
You can touch them, and so
Come out to the meadow, Jean

Jean, Jean, you're young and alive
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
Open your arms, bonnie Jean

Till the sheep in the valley come home my way
Till the stars fall around me and find me alone
When the sun comes a-singin' I'll still be waitin'

For Jean, Jean, roses are red
And all of the leaves have gone green
While the hills are ablaze with the moon's yellow haze
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean

(Jean, Jean)
Jean, you're young and alive!!
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will to the top of the hill
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean

That's a beautiful song, CB. Who sang it?

Thank you for your tributes, gentle friends.

God Bless you one and all.
Love,
theollady

God Bless you too, Lou (theollady)

I've been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tyin' a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation

When I wake up, someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
Something is vacant when I think it's all beginning

And I've been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tyin' a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
Put it together, it's a strange invitation

It's a strange invitation, it's a strange invitation
It's a strange invitation, it's a strange invitation

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play-
And wild and sweet these words repeat
Of PEACE ON EARTH GOOD WILL TOWARD MEN.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR.

I really love the old songs of Latin America: from Mexico to Chile and Argentina, the music, both lyric and melody touches the heart in a very direct way. Here is a familiar and favorite old tango from Argentina - "Caminitos".

The song refers to the little pathway (of life) through which the singer walked in happy days -- sunshine, flowers and with his love. He recalls those happy days but notes that the "caminito" (pathway) is becoming overgrown and disappearing , "la mano del tiempo tu huella borró" (the hand of time wiped out your track). The singer is saying goodbye to a road that no longer exists, saying -in a somber confession-, that he is as well disappearing. (That which is past saddens me, but I can still see it. It will not return and our footprints are lost. Goodbye)

Unfortunately I don't have the skill to translate and preserve the poetry, but I hope the cognates will make it clear enough. If you are fortunate enough to recall the music & rhythm it is even better.


Caminito que el tiempo ha borrado,
que juntos un día nos viste pasar,
he venido por última vez,
he venido a contarte mi mal.

Caminito que entonces estabas
bordado de trébol y juncos en flor,
una sombra ya pronto serás,
una sombra lo mismo que yo.

Desde que se fue
triste vivo yo,
caminito amigo,
yo también me voy.

Desde que se fue
nunca más volvió.
Seguiré sus pasos...
Caminito, adiós.

Caminito que todas las tardes
feliz recorría cantando mi amor,
no le digas, si vuelve a pasar,
que mi llanto tu suelo regó.

Caminito cubierto de cardos,
la mano del tiempo tu huella borró...
Yo a tu lado quisiera caer
y que el tiempo nos mate a los dos.

Gabino Coria Peñaloza referred in his verses to a little road in the riojano village of Olta. He won a prize in an open competiton in the municipality of Buenos Aires in 1926. It was Ignacio Corsini who, from the theater, converted it into a great success. This interpreter recorded it on June 15, 1927.

Little Road

Little road that time has erased,
That one day saw us pass by together,
I have come for the last time,
I have come to tell you my woes.
Little road, you were then,
embroidered in clover and flowering reeds,
a shadow you will soon be,
a shadow the same as myself.

Since she left
I live in sadness,
little road my friend,
I'm leaving also.

Since she left
she never returned,
I'll follow her steps,
little road, goodbye.

Little road which every afternoon
I happily travelled singing of my love
don't tell her if she passes through again
that my tears watered your tracks.

Little road covered with thistle,
the hand of time erased your tracks.
I would like to fall beside you
and let time kill us both.

(beautiful, georgeob1)

Thanks very much for that, Jackie. Where did you find it?