30 Days, 30 Songs, an ending of sorts

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Not the land I come from, but that which I call home. Image; Su Leslie 2019

The last day of my friend Sarah‘s 30 Days, 30 Songs project.

I had no idea it would be so difficult to choose just 30 songs to share. There are so many gaps, I’m seriously thinking of ways to incorporate more music into my blog — either as a regular “thing” I do, or as some sort of challenge/prompt. More to come on this …

But as Seneca (and Semisonic (1)) said “every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”, so first things first.

For the last post I guess I could have chosen The Last Post.  No, not really.

My list of potential finale numbers was almost as long as the month itself, but in the end, I’ve chosen Lie in the Land, written and performed by Eva Prowse as part of the band Fly My Pretties.

I began the month with a New Zealand artist, and an image taken on Greenhithe Wharf. I’m ending it the same way.

I can’t find the lyrics of this song online anywhere, but it does include the lines:

Rolling on, rolling on

How do you find where you belong

Rolling on, rolling home,

Lie in the land that you come from

Sarah at Art Expedition has hosted 30 Days 30 Songs during June. You can hear all of her musical choices by visiting her blog. Her final song is one of my favourites too.

 

 


  1. The Semisonic song Closing Time, written by Dan Wilson, includes Seneca’s line.

 

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Because the night

sunset xmas beach june 20191

Image: Su Leslie 2019

Day 29 of 30 Days, 30 Songs. I’m looking at the list of possible songs I made at the start and wondering why so few have been posted — and how those that have made the cut.

Simple choice today. Patti Smith is incredibly talented and Because the Night (written with Bruce Springsteen) is a great song.

Take me now, baby, here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I’m in your hands
Take my hand come undercover
They can’t hurt you now
Can’t hurt you now, can’t hurt you now

[Chorus]
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

[Verse 2]
Have I doubt when I’m alone
Love is a ring, the telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
Here in our bed until the morning comes

[Pre-Chorus]
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can’t touch you now
Can’t touch you now, can’t touch you now

[Chorus]
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

[Bridge]
With love we sleep
With doubt the vicious circle
Turn and burns
Without you I cannot live
Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it’s time, too real to feel
So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now

[Chorus]
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because tonight there are two lovers
If we believe in the night we trust
Because tonight belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because tonight belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust

10,000 Maniacs did a good cover of this in  1993. Worth listening to.

Sarah at Art Exhibition has hosted 30 Days, 30 Songs during June. You can hear her latest choice here.

Persimmon and walnut muffins … with Nina

img_4744 Persimmon, ginger and walnut muffins. Image: Su Leslie 2019

Saturday morning breakfast; coffee and muffins and the fabulous Nina Simone.

Like other artists I’ve included in my 30 Days, 30 Songs list, Nina Simone has provided much of the soundtrack to my adult life and I struggled to select just one song.

But this one is upbeat and perfect for a Saturday morning — and I do like the video.

We’re nearing the end of the 30 Days, 30 Songs challenge hosted by Sarah at Art Expedition. You can see her latest musical choice here.

Another not-exactly-Six-Word-Saturday; a challenge hosted by Debbie at Travel with Intent.

Into my arms

tony and su at whenuapai 94

Gray-Leslie family archive c. 1994

Sometimes, no words are necessary.

Into My Arms

I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms

And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms

But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord, into my arms

Nicholas Edward Cave

We’re nearing the end of the 30 Days, 30 Songs challenge hosted by Sarah at Art Expedition. You can see her latest musical choice here.

Wish you were here

I could listen to this for the guitar alone.  But the lyrics are unforgettable too.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
And how we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here

Roger Waters / David Gilmour, Pink Floyd

The very talented Sarah, at Art Expedition, is hosting 30 Days, 30 Songs. You can see her latest musical choice here.

… the moments don’t last

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Carshalton, England. c. 1966. My brother, mum, great uncle Tom and me. Leslie family archive.

My parents divorced when I was in my 20s. The family photographs were divided, though over the years some have been given to me as the de facto family historian. Others have been lost, probably forever (most of Mum and Dad’s wedding photos — I’m looking at you baby brother).

And for all the hundreds, if not thousands, of photos that I take, very few are of people. Especially now that the boy-child has grown.

Something to think about.

Wish that I took more photographs of us
Said goodbye now, our love’s collecting dust
Just a memory of you is not enough
I wish that I took more photographs of us

I can’t believe I left you feeling solo
I was just at Nan’s going through old photos
And you ain’t in many of them, you’re barely in any of them
Three or four of them I wish you were in more of them
I just wish there were more of them
‘Cause now all I got is memories
And I cry but that river’s run dry
If only time was something money could buy
Goodbye, but it ain’t
With words there’s only so many pictures I can paint
And I’m running out of film now
There’s only so many pictures I can take
How does Faith feel looking at pictures of B?
How does Courtney feel looking at pictures of Kurt?
Is the pain worth the thousand words, I love you
But I hate looking at pictures of you ’cause it hurts

Wish that I took more photographs of us
Said goodbye, now our love’s collecting dust
Just a memory of you is not enough
Wish that I took more photographs of us
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I wish that I took more photographs of us

We all thought we’d live forever
We all thought that the moments would last
But the moments don’t last, the moments pass
And the only thing that lasts is the photograph
But what about the pictures we didn’t take?
What about the moments that we forget?
What about the memories that we’ve lost?
That only leave you full of feelings and regret
Over the people we neglected
And the time we took for granted
When all you can do is close your eyes
And hope that the memories develop in the darkness
Like photos do, I wish I had a time-machine and a photo-booth
I know to grow I’ve got to learn to let go
But I just wish that I had something I could hold on to

Wish that I took more photographs of us
Said goodbye, now our love’s collecting dust
Just a memory of you is not enough
I wish that I took more photographs of us
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I wish that I took more photographs of us

Last time we met, I saw change in you
You sat there calm and explained the truth
How addiction ain’t nothing but greed and guilt
Could just eat the whole world like a baby roof
And you got under my skin
All the nights that eyes-rolled sunken in gin
‘Cause I don’t want you to go die like Owen and Brian
I already wish I had a picture with him

I wish that I took more photographs of us
Said goodbye, now our love’s collecting dust
Just a memory of you is not enough
I wish that I took more photographs of us
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I wish that I took more photographs of us

Songwriters: Emily Warren / Chris Loco / Rory Graham / Stephen Paul Manderson

The very talented Sarah, at Art Expedition, is hosting 30 Days, 30 Songs. You can see her latest musical choice here.

Sing forever

I’ve loved the music of Scottish folk band Capercaillie since I first heard their 1991 album Delirium. Singer Karen Matheson has a voice I never tire of listening to, and there are a number of songs I could have chosen for 30 Days, 30 Songs. I’ve picked this, partly because it’s sung in English and I love the lyrics.

You paint me pictures that fade so fast
To try and fool me
You give me words that will never last
But you won’t rule me

I shield my skin from the stinging rain
My eyes I cover
I walk across these privileged fields
To the sound of the clumsy lover

Chorus:
If you think you can hold me down
I beg to differ
If you think you can twist my words
I’ll sing forever

You cannot change a mother’s love for her child
With the ill you bring
You’re sending gifts that nobody wants
With the cool fresh winds of spring

(Chorus)

You change your shape and you change your face
So I can’t see you
You travel from a different land
But I can feel you

(Chorus)

My friend Sarah at Art Expedition is hosting 30 Days, 30 Songs during June. You can listen to her latest choice here.

 

So many songs, so little time

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Fishing, Papamoa Beach, New Zealand. Image: Su Leslie 2019

 

Cheating a bit for this week’s Six Word Saturday because I think this image works nicely with a song that’s on my 30 Days, 30 Songs list.

In my mind, it belongs to a time when the boy-child was a big fan of SingStar, which we seemed to play constantly for a while.

When we weren’t fishing.

Posting this to Six Word Saturday hosted by Debbie at Travel with Intent, and to Sarah’s 30 Days, 30 Songs challenge, at Art Expedition.

The man who sold the world

This is a song of my childhood; one of those pieces of music that was memorable enough I could sing along to it, but which created no strong emotions or associations.

It wasn’t until I saw Kurt Cobain perform an acoustic version on MTV Unplugged that I really began to appreciate it.

Here’s the original Bowie release from 1971 as a comparison.

My dear friend Sarah at Art Expedition is hosting 30 Songs, 30 Days during June. You can see her latest musical choice here.