What makes you tick?

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.

Dunno if these make me tic but...

"Life is a waterfall

We're one in the river
And one again after the fallSwimming 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...

This old Scottish song elegantly evokes our human journey:
Oh, rowan tree! Oh, rowan tree ! Thou'lt aye be dear tae meEntwined thou art wi' mony ties o’ hame and infancyThy leaves were aye the first o' spring, thy flow'rs the summer prideThere wasnae sic a bonny tree in a' the countrysideOh! rowan tree !
How fair wert thou in summer time, wi' a' thy clusters whiteHow rich and gay thy autumn dress, wi’ berries red and brightWe sat eneath thy spreading shade, the bairnies round thee ranThey pulled thy bonnie berries red and necklaces they strangOh! rowan tree!
On thy fair stem were mony names, which now nae mairI see But they’re engraven on my heart, forgot they ne’er can beMy mother! Oh! I see her still, she smil'd our sports to seeWi’ little Jennie on her lap, wi' Jamie at her knee!Oh! rowan treel
Oh! there arose my father’s prayer, in holy evenings calmHow sweet was then my mother’s voice, in the Martyr’s psalmNow a' are gane! We meet nae mair aneath the rowan treeBut hallowed thoughts around thee twine o’ hame and infancyOh! rowan tree!

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

 

Last Resort

The Last Resort

https://youtu.be/p4zR9r9olOg

Eagles

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea

She heard about a place people were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way, how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all what it's like up there
And they called it paradise, I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down across the desert
Through the canyons of the coast to the Malibu
Where the pretty people play hungry for power
To light their neon way and give them things to do

Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes and, Jesus, people bought 'em
And they called it paradise, the place to be,
They watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign 'Jesus is Coming'
Brought the white man's burden down, brought the white man's reign

Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny and in the name of God

And you can see them there on Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about what it's like up there
They called it paradise, I don't know why
You call some place paradise, kiss it goodbye