short and sweet
Lately it feels like I'm on the right track, or getting there anyway. Volunteering at a new place, applying for work, painting...feels good.
I haven't done Music and Lyric Wednesday in weeks, but I haven't been really listening to a whole lot of music so...that's probably why.
It's kind of sad now that I think about it. I'll try to put one together in attempt to keep up the habit. :)
I saw Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland and really loved it, except for how Burton was clearly restrained by Disney standards. Depp never fails to impress, but I really enjoyed the entire cast. Resulted in the decision to change my LJ theme and default icon. The old one was a little dark and dreary.
Hey, I know- did I ever do Bird's 'Souverian?' for MLW? It's one of my favorite songs, just because I like the word 'Souverian.' I feel like I might have. Some good imagery in the song. I like thrushes, and thistles and elder...
Oh what the hell, here he is performing Souverian live at the Orpheum:
Click to viewThough bells will ring
Church steeples were catchin fire
If you promise spring
Then I'll know you are a liar
Cause in the spring
Tender grasses won't burn easily
Tough thrushes sing
Still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs
While thistles will burn my feet
And if you join our chorus
You will never fear anymore
So here it comes the chorus
We will meet on a fatal shore
Souverian Souverian the elder
Souverian Souverian was free
Souverian Souverian we feld her
So very young so very young were we
Birds will sing
Still my lover won't return to me
You promise spring
Still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips scald my lungs
And thistles are burning my feet
So here it comes the chorus
You'll never fear anymore
If you join a chorus
We will meet on a fatal shore
Under the elders
The older get younger
The younger get over
Over their elders
Under the elders
Pretend that you're older now
Under the elders
The older get younger
The younger get over
Over the elders
Under the elders
Bending your branches down
We who are so very young
Still my lover won't return to me
Thrushes sing
Still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs
While thistles still burn my feet