What makes you tick?

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Aug 01, 2022, 11:10

I often wonder what makes some of you "tick".


https://youtu.be/ARuXkKOKcII



"I am the touch that the warm rains bring
I make my home in the heart of everything
In the drivin’ rain of a summer squall
When the summer’s gone and the petals fall
When the day is done and the night birds call
Then you’ve heard my voice
And you know my name"


Shawn Phillips lyric.


But Johnny Clegg's song says it all...this is the way, I feel, love and be.

Aug 01, 2022, 12:07

Dunno if these make me tic but...

"Life is a waterfall

We're one in the river
And one again after the fall
Swimming through the void, we hear the word
We lose ourselves, but we find it all-
by SOAD"

and...
"but freedom, freedom never greater than its owner
freedom is the mastery of the known
freedom, freedom never greater than its owner
no view is wider than the eye-
by Kings Of Convenience"

Here's a song for you on this Monday...





Aug 01, 2022, 16:30

This old Scottish song elegantly evokes our human journey:


Oh, rowan tree! Oh, rowan tree ! Thou'lt aye be dear tae me
Entwined thou art wi' mony ties o’ hame and infancy
Thy leaves were aye the first o' spring, thy flow'rs the summer pride
There wasnae sic a bonny tree in a' the countryside
Oh! rowan tree !

How fair wert thou in summer time, wi' a' thy clusters white
How rich and gay thy autumn dress, wi’ berries red and bright
We sat eneath thy spreading shade, the bairnies round thee ran
They pulled thy bonnie berries red and necklaces they strang
Oh! rowan tree!

On thy fair stem were mony names, which now nae mair
I see 
But they’re engraven on my heart, forgot they ne’er can be
My mother! Oh! I see her still, she smil'd our sports to see
Wi’ little Jennie on her lap, wi' Jamie at her knee!
Oh! rowan treel

Oh! there arose my father’s prayer, in holy evenings calm
How sweet was then my mother’s voice, in the Martyr’s psalm
Now a' are gane! We meet nae mair aneath the rowan tree
But hallowed thoughts around thee twine o’ hame and infancy
Oh! rowan tree!

Aug 01, 2022, 21:01

Good lyric Plum and Moz great words.

Year of the Cat


On a morning from a Bogart movie

In a country where they turn back time

You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre

Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running

Like a watercolor in the rain

Don't bother asking for explanations

She'll just tell you that she came

In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions

As she locks up your arm in hers

And you follow 'till your sense of which direction

Completely disappears

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls

There's a hidden door she leads you to

These days, she says, I feel my life

Just like a river running through

The year of the cat

While she looks at you so cooly

And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea

She comes in incense and patchouli

So you take her, to find what's waiting inside

The year of the cat

Well morning comes and you're still with her

And the bus and the tourists are gone

And you've thrown away your choice you've lost your ticket

So you have to stay on

But the drum-beat strains of the night remain

In the rhythm of the newborn day

You know sometime you're bound to leave her

But for now you're going to stay

In the year of the cat

Year of the cat

https://youtu.be/cqZc7ZQURMs

 

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