Damien Rice – The Genuine Article

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It’s great to see that Damien Rice is back with a new album My Favourite Faded Fantasy. I’m so very happy to hear some new music from this hugely talented Irishman.

Beautiful Lyrics from his song It Takes A Lot To Know A Man:

“It takes a lot to give, to ask for help
To be yourself, to know and love what you live with
It takes a lot to breathe, to touch, to feel
The slow reveal of what another body needs”

and

“What are you so afraid to lose?
What is it you’re thinking that will happen if you do?”

Check out this link below and have a listen to the song. I am so glad there is still room for music of this calibre in the world.

http://www.npr.org/2014/11/11/363297665/damien-rice-it-takes-a-lot-to-know-a-man

Here is his video for I Don’t Want To Change You – Love it!

Robin Williams – A Tribute

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I woke this morning to read of the death of Robin Williams. I immediately told this sad news to my partner (Marc), who shared in my shock and sadness. He was one of our favourite actors and comedians. Last night before I went to bed as I was turning off the TV, Night at The Museum was on, and I briefly stopped to consider whether I should sit and watch for a while as I thought to myself: “Robin Williams is coming up soon, he always makes me laugh”, or if I should just head up to bed. I did the latter.
 
I grew up watching Morc and Mindy. I never knew it was a Happy Days spin-off – only read that today somewhere – but it was a staple in our house. Even my parents loved it, and that was something. It was guaranteed to make me laugh, and that was a treat I really looked forward to every week. Dead Poets Society was also one of my favourite films for a very long time as a teenager. I cried when I saw that film. It had such a huge impact on me, that I even managed to persuade my parents to go and see it. (I think they were swayed because Robin Williams was in it). Unfortunately, they were not very impressed. I think it was too liberal for their sensibilities. I remember them saying something about a lot of self indulgence… I also remember feeling very sad & disappointed that they didn’t understand it, or love it as much as I did.
 
Other films I loved him in were: Good Morning Vietnam, Good Will Hunting, Awakenings, The Fisher King, Aladdin, Mrs Doubtfire, The Birdcage, One Hour Photo, Insomnia, Happy Feet, Old Dogs, Hook, and Night At The Museum. He really was a comic genius, as well as a warm and empathetic dramatic actor. He is responsible for beautiful, resonant sounds of laughter all over the world. Marc is not a fan of One Hour Photo, but he’s agreed it’s because Robin Williams played the part so convincingly, and it really freaked him out!
 
A few years ago, Marc and I travelled to San Francisco – a city I completely love – and one of the things I really wanted to do while there, was to see Robin Williams’ house. I had read an interview with him where he spoke about living there, away from all the flashiness and superficiality in Tinseltown, and I guess I was weirdly curious to see the home of someone I greatly admired and loved. So one day we went to China Beach and we found his house. It was very beautiful, and his neighbourhood was simply stunning. I remember feeling very happy in that moment, and Marc took a few pictures of me there to hold on to. In hindsight I can see how that could be viewed as a little bit mad, but so, I am.
As Robin Williams has famously said:
“You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.”
 
I’ve read a lot about this wonderful man today, and people are saying over and over again just how kind, generous and warmhearted he was. This, coupled with his amazing talent, makes it even more tragic that he committed suicide. It’s obvious that people everywhere are heartbroken and deeply affected by not only his passing, but the manner in which he chose to leave, so one can only imagine how his family and friends are feeling at this time. I can only think of them with wishes of strength, support and love, and even that does not feel enough. Now I find myself suddenly lost for words.
 
I will leave you with this:
 
 

A Selection of Lyrics: Nothing

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I know nothing
I know nothing anymore
And I know no one
No one knows me like before
And I’m just a shadow
I am a tree
And everyone I know is running around with a blindfold
Bumping into me
And I am the sky
But this sky it isn’t blue
It’s full of grey clouds
There’s rain and there’s thunder
And it’s brought to me by you
 
And I am crying
I am crying in my sleep
And I am haunted
Haunted by a vision of how things used to be
And I’m just a spirit
And I am the sea
And everything I thought to be real
The tide has taken from me
And I am the sky
But this sky it is red
It’s full of evening whispers to the morning
Carrying the fragile words you said
 
And I am nothing
I am nothing anymore
And I am no one
No one you would ever want to explore
And I’m just a spectre
And I am a stream
And everywhere I turn around
I feel your arms enfolding me
And I am the sky
But this sky it is black
It’s full of darkness
There are ravens flying over my head
Calling you back
Oh won’t you please come back
 
Cos I know nothing
I know nothing anymore
And I know no one
No one knows me like before
Like before
Like before
 
© Emily Coates 2014 All Rights Reserved

A Selection of Lyrics: City of Gold

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I’ve returned from my city of gold
And nothing is the same
I’ve returned to the place where I grew old
Where I was caught up in the game
And life moves on
I will be strong
And you are gone
You are gone from here
 
When I return to my city of gold
To fires blazing in the night
I say goodbye to the person I have sold
Who was caught up in the fight
And life moves on
I will be strong
And you are gone
You are gone from here
 
My city calls me
Come away now
Come away now
Come away now from here
 
When I roam in my city of gold
There is freedom in the air
When I return to the stories that were told
I find beauty everywhere
And life moves on
I will be strong
And you are gone
You are gone from here
 
My city calls me
Come away now
Come away now
Come away now from here
 
 
© Emily Coates 2014 All Rights Reserved

A Selection of Lyrics: Evening Song

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These aren’t words about you
These are words about me
About the places I go
About the people I see
 
The other day I saw a man
He was sleeping on the side of the road
And I wanted to cry for that man
For this is where he called his home
And I thought how easy this could be me
If I stopped the fight that let me be
And I wondered who stopped loving him
And I wondered when he stopped feeling free
 
The other day I saw a girl
She was crying in the street
And I wanted to say to that girl
Dry your eyes you are replete
And I thought how easy this could be me
If I did not hold fast my own decree
And I wondered who stopped loving her
And I wondered when she stopped feeling free
 
The other day I saw a child
He was shaking cos he was scared
And I wanted to hold that child
To show him someone in his world cared
And I thought how easy this could be me
If there was no one to hear my plea
And I wondered who stopped loving him
And I wondered if he would ever feel free
 
And these aren’t words about you
These are words about me
About the places I go
About the people I see
And I see sadness all around
I see people who are bound
By lives where they have lost their war
They don’t know what they are living for
 
© Emily Coates 2014 All Rights Reserved
 

A Selection of Lyrics: Too Late Now

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Two days four ways
No one knows
Caravan beach sign cold wind blows
I’m walking I’m walking there
You’re moving away from me
Who’s talking who’s talking there
I’m lying in the breeze of time
 
But it’s too late now
They’ve gone away
Yes it’s too late now
They’ve found their way home
 
Shine like silver
Glow like skin
Drink like the river
Let them in
Now screaming and dancing there
No blankets for warmth
Who’s crying who’s crying there
The baby’s born in time
 
But it’s too late now
They’ve gone away
Yes it’s too late now
They’ve found their way home
 
© Emily Coates 2014 All Rights Reserved
 
 
 

A Selection of Lyrics: Choose My Way

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If it’s cold does that make me lonely
And if it’s warm should that make me smile
And if I feel well just a little bit ornery
Then should I give up
Should I lay down and die
 
What if I’m weak does that make me nobody
Or if I’m strong should that make me the best
What if I’ve dreams that seem a little bit ghostly
Then should I just give up
Is that what you suggest
 
No I choose my way
That’s what I say
I choose my way
 
What if I’m rich does that make me patient
Or if I’m poor should that make me unkind
What if I feel I’ve got no friends to rely on
Then should I just give up
Should I be left behind
 
What if I’m a small child does that make me less than
Than if I’m a man, well should that make me well dressed
What if I feel well just a little bit ordinary
Then should I give up
Is that what you profess
 
No I choose my way
That’s what I say
I choose my way
 
© Emily Coates 2014 All Rights Reserved
 

Honesty

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You do not have to be honest with me
You do not have to write pages of script
Or find fanciful ways of expressing
Your innermost thoughts
You do not have to share
You do not have to give anything to me
Nothing at all
I accept who you are in this moment
And yes there is much I do not know
But there is also much I do
And so I tell you this
You do not have to be honest with me
But for my love of you
I ask you to be
Honest with yourself
Do not listen to this fiendish character
Perched upon your shoulder
Chattering incessantly
Telling you what you need to hear
To soothe your darkest thoughts
Do not fool yourself
You are worth so much more
And what are your prayers for
If not to listen to your spirit
To enlighten you and make you whole
Whatever name you or I choose
However you place your body
I lay mine on the waters of the ocean
With my arms outstretched
And face the skies of heaven
All this serves one purpose
There are angels and we must call to them
To dispel the mythical figure
Who carries the seeds of fear in its wake
And serves to destroy
Everything that is good and true
Do not be honest with me
I am no one in your world
But for my love of you
I tell you now
Be honest with yourself
And call to your God to
Give you the courage to be who you are
For you must know
That this is who he wants you to be
You must know this
I have heard it spoken from your mouth
Even if it was unclear to you
If only I could whisper in your ear
Each night before sleep takes you
I would say
Be honest with yourself
And it will all become clear
 

Obsession

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Obsession stems from frustration
And when I read this in my book
Sense came to me
And I found something better than before
Obsession stems from knowing how things should be
And living among how they are not
In trying to accept the misshapen detail
And looking for a way to function
Among the discordant harmonies
Nature did not intend
Obsession stems from a longing
To change the mediocrity of existence
Seeing the answers presenting themselves so clearly
In the love of the souls around us
But not matching
The outward deeds of the others we call friends
Obsession stems from the undeniable need to alter
All the stories passed down from our fathers before
In a vain attempt to influence
And oppress our facility
To choose our own thoughts
To listen to our inner voice
Who answers in solitude
With grace and love
Obsession stems from the unwavering fear of losing
That which makes perfect sense
Among our communion
With all the saints and sinners
Obsession stems from self
As long as there are tops and turves in this way
Obsession is
And obsession will always be.
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