The God

The God

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Music Speaks

I love music! I can listen to most any type except hip-hop/rap and most of what today is considered rock. Usually, I just listen to whatever strikes my fancy. If I'm driving to work and feeling all upbeat and energized, I might listen to some techno or "dance" while a more subdued, down day might find me listening to some soft, heart-wrenching ballads. But you know what I mean, I think we all do the same thing.
Sometimes, however, I am drawn to a specific artist or even a specific song. Wherever I am at that point, something from that artist or song is speaking to me on some level. I'm not sure why when I start listening and often, I don't know why when I'm done listening. I do believe, however, that some part of me feets a need to hear a specific message and while my conscious mind might not know why, I don't dwell on it...I just go with the flow.
For the past three weeks, Tori Amos had really been speaking to me...as she often does! Today however, I woke up with one song in my head and that song has stayed with me all day. Even now, it is running through my head quietly in the background. I'm struck by the realization that my need to hear this song actually started yesterday as I am positive it is tied into my current yearning for something that I don't have. Within the last half an hour, the need to hear the song has also been augmented by a desire to really read the lyrics and so, I'm posting them here for you to read too.

Cellophane

by Casey Stratton


through the cellophane

you suffocate

not as fast as i would

chained to me

like a son to me

slippery tongue runs over

and you move as fast as you like

where are you now when i need you?

pierce through these shadows and find me

freezing cold- god has left me alone

he never cared at all

soon i break

for isabelle's sake

turn myself into a photograph

maybe there

like an angel there

see my cup runneth over

and you move as fast as you like

plastic souls

melting- out of control

they slip away

feeble hearts

frightened- passing out

you are only as cold as the darkness you make



1 comment:

m said...

And then there's the variation on the theme from Chicago...

Artist: John C. Reilly Lyrics
Song: Mister Cellophane Lyrics


If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm
And shook his leg
You'd notice him

If someone in a movie show
Yelled "fired in the second row,
This whole place is a powder keg!"
You'd notice him

And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage should be
Invisible, inconsequential me!

Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name !!!!
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there!

I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me walk right by me
And never know I'm there. . .

Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your ears?
You'd notice him

Suppose you was a woman wed
And sleepin' in a double bed beside one man for seven years
You'd notice him

A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there

Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who. . .

Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there

The Goddess

The Goddess

DECLARATION OF THE FOUR SACRED THINGS

The earth is a living, conscious being. In company with cultures of many different times and places, we name these things as sacred: air, fire, water, and earth.

Whether we see them as the breath, energy, blood, and body of the Mother, or as the blessed gifts of a Creator, or as symbols of the interconnected systems that sustain life, we know that nothing can live without them.

To call these things sacred is to say that they have a value beyond their usefulness for human ends, that they themselves become the standards by which our acts, our economics, our laws and our purposes must be judged. No one has the right to appropriate them or profit from them at the expense of others. Any government that fails to protect them forfeits its legitimacy.

All people, all living things, are part of the earth life, and so are sacred. No one of us stands higher or lower than any other. Only justice can assure balance: only ecological balance can sustain freedom. Only in freedom can that fifth sacred thing we call spirti flourish in its full diversity.

To honor the sacred is to create conditions in which nourishment, sustenance, habitat, knowledge, freedom, and beauty can thrive. To honor the sacred is to make love possible.

To this we dedicate our curiosity, our will, our courage, our silences, and our voices. To this we dedicate our lives.

Taken from The Fifth Sacred Thing by Starhawk