I loved this song when I was a little kid.
I like both versions...all there is...
My favorite Steely Dan song.
But wordless watch the soft sky smile
And breathless hear the low wind sigh
"What death may join no more let life divide"
And breathless hear the low wind sigh
"What death may join no more let life divide"
Purple Heather may be my favorite.
The muse had right intention, I truly believe.
Choices made while I slept on Westview Road led me to the difficult times I live out today. I could have taken so many other roads from there.
- I have been asked to play a paid gig next month. This will be the first paid one I've done. I'm working with a bass player who wants to use my original material for the gig.
- I had to renew my old website domain in order to keep it. Since I have it, I may resurrect the old website with the podcasts. If I do that I may release more old material. The old concerts.
- The puzzles are going to get harder. Yes, I would've met if that is what you had wanted.
- I think I'm falling in love with Natalie Merchant.
- We're coming up on a year.
- I don't know how much I should trust a woman who doesn't know what SOA is?
This is Thomas Leeb, another Lowden fingerstyle guitarist. Lowdens are owned and played by Thomas Leeb, Alex de Grassi, Pierre Bensusan, Andy McKee, Jon Gomm, Van Morrison and many more.
I can't discount how much this album influenced my playing. I listened to it a lot when I was a child.
I agree with the sentiment but not the analogy. These women are not broken. They are sculptures shaped out of clay by the experiences of their lives. You either see the beauty of the intact sculpture, or you don't. Sometimes we tragically think that we can make it more beautiful, more pleasing to us, if we try to become the artist and work the sculpture. Instead, we end up dragging our hands blindly over wet clay disrupting the flow of the original sculpture. Sometimes, the right action is to step back, watch from a distance, and let her sing her song. Step two on the eight-fold path is right intention. Right intention is the intention and resolve to give up the causes of suffering, to give up ill-will and to adopt harmlessness. Do no harm, especially by trying to shape others for personal intent. But, he is right, these sculptures are the most beautiful and mysterious works. Pray that you are lucky enough to experience one.
The current list of original songs. Not in any particular order.
- A Ghra mo Chroi
- Dancing Muse
- Corcaigh
- For Michael and Alex
- Wedding Gift for Friends
- Sunrise on the Lawn
- Fhomhair (previously An Cruscin Lan)
- The Blackthorne
- Druantia
- Druantia & Cuchulainn: Forged Souls
- Ireland Is But A Memory
- Dreaming of the Emerald Isles
- To Walk the Path Once More
- Berceuse pour Pierre avec ballons orange
- Go h-Alainn Maire
- Unveil & Reveal
- For de Grassi
- Riastrad
- Un-formation
- Lullaby for Claire
- Blues for David
- Parkway Blues
- The Drunkard from Clondrohid
- Hang 'em High
- Time & Faith
- M'anamchara
- Sabine
- In the Shadow of Lia Fail
- Cuimhnigh I gConai
- A Stone Cottage by the Boyne
- Enough to Break the Stoutest Heart
- Her Stars to Give
- La Voce Bella
- Devil in Disguise
- The Letter
- Georgetown
- Concerto Semplice
- Oengus' Jig
- Caer's Indifference
- Free
- Lost
- Creation
- Goodbye
- The Ether
- Hope
- The Offering
- Hibernia
- Fand
- New Castle Rag
I'll play like this for you again...someday.
This really moved me. So many beautiful moments that just left me with tears streaming down my face.
For your selflessness, my admiration...
...And I never could have come this far without you
I want to thank you
For so many gifts
You gave with love and tenderness
I want to thank you
I want to thank you
For your generosity
The love and the honesty
That you gave me
I want to thank you
Show my gratitude
My love and my respect for you
...And I never could have come this far without you
I want to thank you
For so many gifts
You gave with love and tenderness
I want to thank you
I want to thank you
For your generosity
The love and the honesty
That you gave me
I want to thank you
Show my gratitude
My love and my respect for you
My favorite CCR song.
Everything I do....
- D, I love this version
One of those tunes that I forget how to play because I don't play it often enough. Every time I want to resurrect it I have to go pull out the sheet music for it. The Gaelic translation is Big Hill, Little Hill.
When I had the apartment on Bullitt this album was released. And I would listen to this album over and over, all the time. It was probably the most played album in that apartment. Over the years I stopped listening to this album. And in my mind it became The Cure's worst album. And I avoided it for over a decade. Over the last year I started listening to it again. The fact is that there are three horrible songs on it. Three of the worst they've ever written - Club America, The 13th & Mint Car. And the memory of those three tainted my opinion of the album. The reality is that the remainder of the songs on the album are stellar. Including Bare, which, ironically, has become the most poignant, identifiable Cure song for me these days. This is Bare....
I had another dream last night but I had to struggle to remember what I could of this one. I had to get into a cabin that was on Indian land. I had someone, or a couple of people (Indians), helping me sneak in. Once we got into the cabin I saw a tiny fetish of a bear sitting on a table. It was carved from like soapstone; smooth and was a light tan, honey color. This one had a small bone “handle” sticking out of its back. I picked it up and was looking at it, but that is all that I could remember. When I woke up I looked up the bear spirit animal.
Guardian of the West...the bear is associated with great strength, power, healing and self-knowledge. He is the great protector...the "sacred bear". He is a spiritual guide and also carries within him supernatural powers. Bear is a powerful healing fetish. All bear fetishes are powerful but the white bear is the most powerful medicine bear.
Guardian of the West...the bear is associated with great strength, power, healing and self-knowledge. He is the great protector...the "sacred bear". He is a spiritual guide and also carries within him supernatural powers. Bear is a powerful healing fetish. All bear fetishes are powerful but the white bear is the most powerful medicine bear.
I thought about Duncan and his work today.
Others come along and try to become the muse. It's just sad because they don't get it. They come nowhere close. And there is no way to explain it to them in words. If you're not the muse, then you're not the muse. There is nothing they can do to become the muse. Is the one muse the only possible muse? It certainly would appear so.
What is Dancing Muse? It has always been an homage to the Ireland of old. That doesn't make sense unless you're the right kind of Irish. Dancing Muse is a keepsake. Kept by an old Irish legend banished from the homeland. It could be argued that it was self-imposed exile of his own doing. The Tuatha Dé Danann is rife with cautionary tales that he would have done well to heed.
So this is his way of remembering. Wandering the lands and desperate to hold on to what Ireland felt like. Trying to remember the smell of the cold air on a starry night in Ireland. Always hopeful that it might return.
These posts are reactions to memories, thoughts, and inspirations of the one true muse. The muse that remains back in Ireland. The sanctuary has been empty for years. These songs and sparse words are the abstract, ephemeral dreams of the old Irishman who never fully sleeps. Haunted by Irish poems and lore. But always thinking of the Muse...
- C
So this is his way of remembering. Wandering the lands and desperate to hold on to what Ireland felt like. Trying to remember the smell of the cold air on a starry night in Ireland. Always hopeful that it might return.
These posts are reactions to memories, thoughts, and inspirations of the one true muse. The muse that remains back in Ireland. The sanctuary has been empty for years. These songs and sparse words are the abstract, ephemeral dreams of the old Irishman who never fully sleeps. Haunted by Irish poems and lore. But always thinking of the Muse...
- C
It all feels so tenuous now
Georgetown canal...Ian fell in love and wants to live there.
There will be puzzles. Check back...
My favorite of Bach's works.
One day I'm going to write something here...but for now videos will have to suffice...
Missing Ireland...
For you...
This is a demo for Fand. Although I really like this take, and the video, it has since changed a bit. I've added a few nuances that make the song resolve better. I don't have a video of the final version, yet.
When I used to talk to Cyrus about music and validation and whether people like your work, he would always say that it doesn’t matter. It used to frustrate me. But now I understand it differently. Your work, your poetry, is given a life of its own when you are finished with it. Its intrinsic value is there when you are finished. It doesn’t become more important, more valuable, more anything if others read it and praise it. If no one other than you ever read it, it would still be just as valuable. If I were to read it and say that I love it, it would not add any more value to it than what it already has. Art can be hated or loved, but those emotions can’t touch it because the art is the successful expression of the artist. If the artist achieves that goal, the art is done. Nothing else matters.
My Lowden O-23, made in Ireland. Signed and played by Pierre Bensusan after his show in Charlottesville on March 31st.
https://soundcloud.com/unveil-reveal/concert-2-edited/s-Dso7V
https://soundcloud.com/unveil-reveal/when-the-leaves-come-falling/s-sGDSJ
https://soundcloud.com/unveil-reveal/when-the-leaves-come-falling/s-sGDSJ
3/8/17
I found a used Huss & Dalton OO-SP. I find one about every 8-12 months. This was the guitar that I was going to buy and name Druantia. I ended up missing out on buying that particular one. And I've missed a couple of other opportunities since to get one like it. I'm staring at it everyday. In my mind, I've wanted to build my sound around three guitars. I have two of them. And Druantia completes the three. I'm just having a hard time spending the money. But, it is Druantia....
I found a used Huss & Dalton OO-SP. I find one about every 8-12 months. This was the guitar that I was going to buy and name Druantia. I ended up missing out on buying that particular one. And I've missed a couple of other opportunities since to get one like it. I'm staring at it everyday. In my mind, I've wanted to build my sound around three guitars. I have two of them. And Druantia completes the three. I'm just having a hard time spending the money. But, it is Druantia....
10/5/16
"There's no prayer like desire..." -Tom Waits
"There's no prayer like desire..." -Tom Waits
9/30/16
That one day...
That one day...
5/10/16
The older I get the more I realize that art is all that matters. If we can appreciate the arts, we are appreciating the greatest that this life can give us. To create and to appreciate creation. I find myself craving exposure to poetry, paintings, sculpture, pottery, music; the culinary arts, fine carpentry, metal work, architecture, photography and on and on. Nature and children. Movement. Stillness. Contrast and colors. If you can appreciate these things, I have come to believe that you can live the fullest life. The artist feels and transforms emotion into the tangible. To me, it means that the only way to grow old is to become the artist. Take our experiences and transform them. That is what will keep us going. Not work. Not play. Not escape. Just the art.
The older I get the more I realize that art is all that matters. If we can appreciate the arts, we are appreciating the greatest that this life can give us. To create and to appreciate creation. I find myself craving exposure to poetry, paintings, sculpture, pottery, music; the culinary arts, fine carpentry, metal work, architecture, photography and on and on. Nature and children. Movement. Stillness. Contrast and colors. If you can appreciate these things, I have come to believe that you can live the fullest life. The artist feels and transforms emotion into the tangible. To me, it means that the only way to grow old is to become the artist. Take our experiences and transform them. That is what will keep us going. Not work. Not play. Not escape. Just the art.
Song Order
1 A Ghra mo Chroi
2 Dancing Muse
3 Corcaigh
4 For Michael and Alex
5 Wedding Gift for Friends
6 Sunrise on the Lawn
7 Fhomhair
8 Druantia
9 Druantia & Cuchulainn: Forged Souls
10 Ireland Is But A Memory
11 Dreaming of the Emerald Isles
12 To Walk the Path Once More
13 Berceuse pour Pierre
14 Go h-Alainn Maire
15 M'amamchara
16 For de Grassi
17 Unveil & Reveal
18 Riastrad
19 Un-formation
20 Lullaby for Claire
21 Blues for David
22 Parkway Blues
23 The Drunkard from Clondrohid
24 Time & Faith
25 La Voce Bella
26 Sabine
27 In the Shadow of Lia Fail
28 Cuimhnigh I gConai
29 Her Stars to Give
30 A Stone Cottage by the Boyne
31 Enough to Break the Stoutest Heart
1 A Ghra mo Chroi
2 Dancing Muse
3 Corcaigh
4 For Michael and Alex
5 Wedding Gift for Friends
6 Sunrise on the Lawn
7 Fhomhair
8 Druantia
9 Druantia & Cuchulainn: Forged Souls
10 Ireland Is But A Memory
11 Dreaming of the Emerald Isles
12 To Walk the Path Once More
13 Berceuse pour Pierre
14 Go h-Alainn Maire
15 M'amamchara
16 For de Grassi
17 Unveil & Reveal
18 Riastrad
19 Un-formation
20 Lullaby for Claire
21 Blues for David
22 Parkway Blues
23 The Drunkard from Clondrohid
24 Time & Faith
25 La Voce Bella
26 Sabine
27 In the Shadow of Lia Fail
28 Cuimhnigh I gConai
29 Her Stars to Give
30 A Stone Cottage by the Boyne
31 Enough to Break the Stoutest Heart
Another new song. Written on September 28th. September has been a good month for songs. I'm proud of both. I'm becoming more at peace with my writing and the process. Though hardship and sadness lead to the most fruit. September through November are hard. But to come through them with something productive is at least something. I'm up to 30 songs now. Recording continues and I'm almost done with the Washburn. When I turn that one in, I'll get another. I had a lot of success getting some tracks recorded with it. A Stone Cottage was recorded with the Washburn. You can hear the difference.
A new song written on September 14th.
This is the working list of song titles in the order I expect them to be on the album.
8/14/14 I have been having some successful recording sessions out in the shed. After the first three or so I realized it would be beneficial to have a checklist and a recording log. So I started that last night.
8/1/14 I intend to begin recording tonight. I will start with the songs I have up to speed the best and will record them with the OM-28. At some point, after I've recorded most of the tracks on the OM-28, I'll start to borrow guitars to re-record some tracks. I'm sure some will translate differently, and maybe better, on a different guitar. Excited to get the process started.
These lyrics hit home....
So I meant to log into the blog and ended up here by accident. Maybe I should turn this into the blog. Out in the shed working on a new song. I'm working backwards on this one. I usually have something musically to work with, but I'm starting from the title. It will be called Cuimhnigh i gconai! I came up with a basic idea but am not sure if it will stick. Now I'm listening to Astral Weeks. I asked Shawn once which was the better album, Astral Weeks or Moondance. He went with Moondance, because of the popularity. Heresy.
I'm stuck in this paradigm. This Gaelic mythos which is a blend of Sons of Anarchy, Druantia and Van. Writing music to try to appease this muse that is so high up on a pedestal that there is no saiety. I can't satisfy the muse. I live in a dream world trying to atone through music with Andrew York as my nearest landmark. I feel that there is no end to this project. I get close to recording and won't let myself stop writing. Trying to exhaust all of these Gaelic titles that are in my head, that I believe as a whole, will tell the story on a CD. Maddening might be an appropriate word. Not a day goes by that the muse isn't there, taunting me.
I think once one finds a creative outlet you want a source of inspiration. But you don't consider the torment of having a constant inspiration that goes unfulfilled. I feel that pressure. That is what I live with. Wanting to reach out and connect through music. Begging for forgiveness and wanting approval. Wanting validation. I lay these gifts before her feet. But the muse will have none of it. There is always the thought of a better song, a more appropriate song just around the bend. Even if I record this album, it won't stop the writing. And that is probably good. There are those that say the writing is necessary for me to stay sane.
I throw it out there and wonder if it ever connects. I have to start performing this material. I need more validation. I've thought about going back to the 3rd Street Coffeehouse. Maybe I will do that this weekend. Performing and connecting is becoming more important to me.
I'm stuck in this paradigm. This Gaelic mythos which is a blend of Sons of Anarchy, Druantia and Van. Writing music to try to appease this muse that is so high up on a pedestal that there is no saiety. I can't satisfy the muse. I live in a dream world trying to atone through music with Andrew York as my nearest landmark. I feel that there is no end to this project. I get close to recording and won't let myself stop writing. Trying to exhaust all of these Gaelic titles that are in my head, that I believe as a whole, will tell the story on a CD. Maddening might be an appropriate word. Not a day goes by that the muse isn't there, taunting me.
I think once one finds a creative outlet you want a source of inspiration. But you don't consider the torment of having a constant inspiration that goes unfulfilled. I feel that pressure. That is what I live with. Wanting to reach out and connect through music. Begging for forgiveness and wanting approval. Wanting validation. I lay these gifts before her feet. But the muse will have none of it. There is always the thought of a better song, a more appropriate song just around the bend. Even if I record this album, it won't stop the writing. And that is probably good. There are those that say the writing is necessary for me to stay sane.
I throw it out there and wonder if it ever connects. I have to start performing this material. I need more validation. I've thought about going back to the 3rd Street Coffeehouse. Maybe I will do that this weekend. Performing and connecting is becoming more important to me.
A new direction for me. I'm going to work on pushing my writing more in this direction.
This is one of those songs that hurts the most. Because I know I failed.
Cuimhnigh i gconai!
Lesson in survival
spinning out on turns
that gets you tough
guru books-the bible
only a reminder
that you're just not good enough
you need to believe in something
once i could in our love
black road
double yellow line
friends and kin
campers in the kitchen
that's fine sometimes
but i know my needs
my sweet tumbleweed
i need more quiet times
by a river flowing
you and me
deep kisses
and the sun going down
Maybe it's paranoia
maybe it's sensitivity
your friends protect you
scrutinize me
i get so damn timid
not at all the spirit
that's inside of me
oh baby i can't seem to make it
with you socially
there's this reef around me
i'm looking way out at the ocean
love to see that green water in motion
i'm going to get a boat
and we can row it
if you ever get the notion
to be needed by me
fresh salmon frying
and the tide rolling in
I went to see a friend tonight
'was very late when i walked in
my talking as it rambled
revealed suspicious reasoning
the visit seemed to darken him
i came in as bright
as a neon light
and i burned out
right there before him
i told him these things
i'm telling you now
watched them buckle up
in his brow
when you dig down deep
you lose good sleep
and it makes you
heavy company
i will always love you
hands alike
magnet and iron
the souls
spinning out on turns
that gets you tough
guru books-the bible
only a reminder
that you're just not good enough
you need to believe in something
once i could in our love
black road
double yellow line
friends and kin
campers in the kitchen
that's fine sometimes
but i know my needs
my sweet tumbleweed
i need more quiet times
by a river flowing
you and me
deep kisses
and the sun going down
Maybe it's paranoia
maybe it's sensitivity
your friends protect you
scrutinize me
i get so damn timid
not at all the spirit
that's inside of me
oh baby i can't seem to make it
with you socially
there's this reef around me
i'm looking way out at the ocean
love to see that green water in motion
i'm going to get a boat
and we can row it
if you ever get the notion
to be needed by me
fresh salmon frying
and the tide rolling in
I went to see a friend tonight
'was very late when i walked in
my talking as it rambled
revealed suspicious reasoning
the visit seemed to darken him
i came in as bright
as a neon light
and i burned out
right there before him
i told him these things
i'm telling you now
watched them buckle up
in his brow
when you dig down deep
you lose good sleep
and it makes you
heavy company
i will always love you
hands alike
magnet and iron
the souls
Larry was one of my favorite writers. Check out Kodak Carousel and Without Mentioning Her Name.
Nary a day goes by that I miss to wonder why
the moon shows his face as the day draws nigh.
In the firelight I ponder my canine's thought
as he gazes upon me from his hand-me-down cot.
I think of God and all his creations,
one being the women with her unbridled temptations.
I have searched for love with no direction,
skeletons in the closet... a fine collection.
These quandaries of mine, I'm sure to figure out.
For I know the answer lies at the bottom of this stout.
the moon shows his face as the day draws nigh.
In the firelight I ponder my canine's thought
as he gazes upon me from his hand-me-down cot.
I think of God and all his creations,
one being the women with her unbridled temptations.
I have searched for love with no direction,
skeletons in the closet... a fine collection.
These quandaries of mine, I'm sure to figure out.
For I know the answer lies at the bottom of this stout.
Fill with mingled cream and amber,
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away.
What care I how time advances;
I am drinking ale today.
--Edgar Allen Poe
I will drain that glass again.
Such hilarious visions clamber
Through the chamber of my brain.
Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies
Come to life and fade away.
What care I how time advances;
I am drinking ale today.
--Edgar Allen Poe
Thinking of Christmas and came across this blessing.
"May your mornings bring joy
and your evenings bring peace..
May your troubles grow less
as your blessings increase"
"May your mornings bring joy
and your evenings bring peace..
May your troubles grow less
as your blessings increase"
Play the song and watch...
This is what I am striving for everytime I write.
Fall
New website www.unveilandreveal.com
I am sinking but no one knows.
Randy Travis
You have to get past the first 5 minutes before it starts to cook.
Aaron Park with Kurt Rosenwinkel
Ben Monder
Ben Monder is a huge influence on my composing. Here's one of my favorites from Monder.
So I just stumbled upon this and my world came to a halt. John Adams - minimalist classical composer. Composed this piece in 1977. My compositions are very much related to this guy's style.
The problems with the audio are on-going. I am able to get them to play at home. I can get them to play at work if I am logged in and editing...but if I just go to the site at work they will not play. Frustrating. I've contacted customer support and they say everything works fine for them. They recommend emptying your cache but that does nothing for me. Still doesn't work. I'm going to set up a separate website that is more public/commercial to push the CD. When I do that I will store this material on that site and just link to it from here using a third party music player. Tired of trying with Weebly.
Still having problems after I thought I had them fixed last night. I am working to resolve the problem with the audio players.
Someone videoed my first show.
This site has been acting funny since last week. I noticed about Thursday that I wasn't able to play some of the audio myself. I may have to re-vamp the site. It's taking an incredibly long time to load. I'll work to get it fixed soon. Continuing to write. Poe's Room has taken a strange turn. Starting to sound like John Cage or Philip Glass.
Started another new song tonight which will be called Poe's Room. It's further along than Time & Faith right now.
May very well be recording here this summer. I have 20 minutes worth of original material and was told that it was all good but that I need to go back and write even more material. http://www.singletonstudios.com/
Found this Duke song while looking for inspiration for the new material. Totally blew me away.
This relates to the way that I feel and hear music – I’ve recently put it into a language that I share when I teach. There’s three elements: The first is the technical level – everything that’s kind of mathematical and scientific about the music. The second level is the deeper one – underneath, a lower level, everything emotional, everything that we feel, the story behind the music: How do people feel when they hear it and how do you feel when you play it? Then the third level is the highest level. It’s the spiritual level. It’s things that you can’t put into words. You get goosebumps when you hear it. It’s an overwhelming feeling.
Gretchen Parlato
The Heart Sutra
Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when deeply practicing prajna-paramita, clearly saw that the five skandhas are all empty, and was saved from all suffering and distress.
Sariputra, form is no different to emptiness, emptiness no different to form.
That which is form is emptiness, that which is emptiness, form.
Sensations, perceptions, impressions, and consciousness are also like this.
Sariputra, all things and phenomena are marked by emptiness; they are neither appearing nor disappearing, neither impure nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing.
Therefore, in emptiness, no forms, no sensations, perceptions, impressions, or consciousness; no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind;
no sights, sounds, odors, tastes, objects of touch, objects of mind;
no realm of sight up to no realm of consciousness;
no ignorance and no end of ignorance, up to no aging and death, and no end of aging and death;
no suffering, accumulation, cessation, or path;
no wisdom and no attainment.
With nothing to attain, bodhisattvas rely on prajna-paramita, and their minds are without hindrance.
They are without hindrance, and thus without fear.
Far apart from all confused dreams,they dwell in nirvana.
All buddhas of the past, present and future rely on prajna-paramita, and attain anuttara-samyak-sambodhi.
Therefore, know that prajna-paramita is the great transcendent mantra, the great bright mantra, the supreme mantra, the unequaled balanced mantra, that can eliminate all suffering, and is real, not false.
So proclaim the prajna-paramita mantra, proclaim the mantra that says:
gate, gate, paragate, parasamgate, bodhi, svaha!
The Heart Sutra of Prajna.
Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when deeply practicing prajna-paramita, clearly saw that the five skandhas are all empty, and was saved from all suffering and distress.
Sariputra, form is no different to emptiness, emptiness no different to form.
That which is form is emptiness, that which is emptiness, form.
Sensations, perceptions, impressions, and consciousness are also like this.
Sariputra, all things and phenomena are marked by emptiness; they are neither appearing nor disappearing, neither impure nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing.
Therefore, in emptiness, no forms, no sensations, perceptions, impressions, or consciousness; no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind;
no sights, sounds, odors, tastes, objects of touch, objects of mind;
no realm of sight up to no realm of consciousness;
no ignorance and no end of ignorance, up to no aging and death, and no end of aging and death;
no suffering, accumulation, cessation, or path;
no wisdom and no attainment.
With nothing to attain, bodhisattvas rely on prajna-paramita, and their minds are without hindrance.
They are without hindrance, and thus without fear.
Far apart from all confused dreams,they dwell in nirvana.
All buddhas of the past, present and future rely on prajna-paramita, and attain anuttara-samyak-sambodhi.
Therefore, know that prajna-paramita is the great transcendent mantra, the great bright mantra, the supreme mantra, the unequaled balanced mantra, that can eliminate all suffering, and is real, not false.
So proclaim the prajna-paramita mantra, proclaim the mantra that says:
gate, gate, paragate, parasamgate, bodhi, svaha!
The Heart Sutra of Prajna.
The answers are getting harder and harder
And there ain't no way to bargain or to barter
But if you've got the angst or the ardor
You might faint from the fight but you're gonna find it
For every challenge could have paradise behind it
And if you accept what you have lost and you stand tall
You might just get it back and you can get it all
So now you know why it's a long way to fall
John Popper
Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
Joni Mitchell
Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning
And I find myself careening
Into places where I should not let me go.
James Taylor
Still the man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the restPaul Simon
I believe this is a perfect CD. I've had it in my car and played it exclusively for weeks now. And I am working on arrangements of many of these songs.
I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had
The chance to
I stopped my rambling
I don't do too much gambling these days
These days
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my way
And I wonder if I'd see another
Highway
I had a lover
I don't think I'll risk another these days
These days
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing
So long
I'd stop my dreaming
I won't do too much scheming these days
These days
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter turns to ten
Please don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
I don't do too much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had
The chance to
I stopped my rambling
I don't do too much gambling these days
These days
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my way
And I wonder if I'd see another
Highway
I had a lover
I don't think I'll risk another these days
These days
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing
So long
I'd stop my dreaming
I won't do too much scheming these days
These days
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter turns to ten
Please don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
Trixie is still my girl..."I gotta know the price of the path I chose..."
Ah, but Michael he somehow got turned around
He had stolen the dream that he thought he'd found
Now I never will see that holy ground
For I turned into something I hated
He had stolen the dream that he thought he'd found
Now I never will see that holy ground
For I turned into something I hated
As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
Charles Baudelaire
It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
Charles Baudelaire
You can't study the darkness by flooding it with light. - Edward Abbey