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NURTURE your NATURE  Nature can nurture our writing, can nurture our soul. What is the language of Nature? And how do we learn it? We look at the natural wonders around us and do not see them, hear, taste nor smell them. They do not touch us anymore than we dare touch them. And then we wonder why we feel so dead. To breathe in and live like a child again opens the Land of Wonderment. It's still there after all these years.   |
| |🏴| Jealous is reinterpreted by Josh Daniels in a very personal way. The back story of losing his best friends is heartbreaking and the pain in his voice is genuine and still present. When this was broadcast it stunned me, as it did the judges. Simon was overwhelmed. Yes, emotion should be conveyed (but constrained) and seldom is it done successfully. Although this X Factor audition hurts to watch I come back to it as a rare and precious example of the heart speaking directly. Lyrics (parts sung in bold) I'm jealous of the rain That falls upon your skin It's closer than my hands have been I'm jealous of the rain I'm jealous of the wind That ripples through your clothes It's closer than your shadow Oh, I'm jealous of the wind, cause I wished you the best of All this world could give And I told you when you left me There's nothing to forgive But I always thought you'd come back, tell me all you found was Heartbreak and misery It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way You're happy without me I'm jealous of the nights That I don't spend with you I'm wondering who you lay next to Oh, I'm jealous of the nights I'm jealous of the love Love that was in here Gone for someone else to share Oh, I'm jealous of the love, cause I wished you the best of All this world could give And I told you when you left me There's nothing to forgive But I always thought you'd come back, tell me all you found was Heartbreak and misery It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way You're happy without me As I sink in the sand Watch you slip through my hands Oh, as I die here another day Cause all I do is cry behind this smile I wished you the best of All this world could give And I told you when you left me There's nothing to forgive But I always thought you'd come back, tell me all you found was Heartbreak and misery It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way You're happy without me It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way You're happy without me Songwriters: Timothy Mckenzie / Josh Kear / Natalie Hemby |
| |🇫🇮| I read about Jean Sibelius at the dentist's office in "Highlights", a magazine for children. That was back in the 50s. I hated going, but Dr. Waters was a kind older man. Sibelius was still alive when I was little... dying in 1957 (born 1865) "Finland Awakens" was first performed in 1899 and later named "Finlandia". It's very stirring and percussive but I fell in love with the quiet part that has been used as a simple six line hymn (10x/10a/10x/10a/10x/10a) that uplifts. I've always thought of it as Finland's national song... but "Maamme" is the actual anthem. Finnish/Swedish Lyrics translated to English: Finland, behold, thy daylight now is dawning, the threat of night has now been driven away. The skylark calls across the light of morning, the blue of heaven lets it have its way, and now the day the powers of night is scorning: thy daylight dawns, O Finland of ours! Finland, arise, and raise towards the highest thy head now crowned with mighty memory. Finland, arise, for to the world thou criest that thou hast thrown off thy slavery, beneath oppression´s yoke thou never liest. Thy morning´s come, O Finland of ours! |
| How many people have ever been to Vanuatu? It's on my bucket list as it has one of the first local Baha'i Houses of Worship. Plus... no one goes there. I checked flights to/from VLI. Incredibly expensive from anywhere other than Noumea, New Caledonia (one hour flight) and Nadi, Fiji (2 hours) and Sydney (3). Vanuatu inspired this song. "Bali Ha'i", also spelled "Bali Hai", is a show tune from the 1949 Rodgers and Hammerstein musical South Pacific. The name refers to a mystical island, visible on the horizon but not reachable, and was originally inspired by the sight of Ambae island from neighboring Espiritu Santo in Vanuatu, where author James Michener was stationed in World War II." from Wikipedia. We had very few records growing up. "South Pacific" was one of them. I didn't realize how much it spoke to issues like xenophobia, feminism, racism... until years later. This song was notable for its sheer beauty. The longing, the siren call of a fantasy, is what now speaks to me; but, even as a child, I wanted to visit far off places. It's one of the reasons why I travel. Lyrics Most people live on a lonely island Lost in the middle of a foggy sea Most people long for another island One where they know they would like to be Bali Ha'i may call you Any night, any day In your heart you'll hear it call you Come away, come away Bali Ha'i will whisper on the wind of the sea Here am I, your special island Come to me, come to me Your own special hopes, Your own special dreams Loom on the hillside and shine in the Streams If you try, you will find me Where the sky meets the sea Here am I your special island Come to me, come to me Bali Ha'i, Bali Ha'i, Bali Ha'i Some day you'll see me Floating in the sunshine My head sticking out from a low flying Cloud You'll hear me call you Singing through the sunshine Sweet and near as can be Come to me, here am I Come to me Try, you'll find me Where the sky meets the sea Hear am I, your special island Come to me, come to me Bali Ha'i, Bali Ha'i, Bali Ha'i Songwriters: R. Rodgers / O Hammerstein / R Rodgers |
| It was 1991 and I met someone from Honduras. Marvin's song was "Déjame Llorar" which I'm listening to at this moment. It's a sad breakup song by the same artist from Venezuela/Argentina 🇻🇪/🇦🇷. But I preferred "En el último lugar del mundo." Ricardo Montaner sings this as an homage to 🇨🇱 Chile. Basically... I'll go to the ends of the earth to show my love for you and I'll leave my footprints so you can find me. It still speaks to me. Si tengo la vida y tú no la vives ...If I still live and you do not Me sobra todo ...everything will overwhelm me En el último lugar del mundo ...in the last place on Earth Luego de la cordillera ...beyond the soaring mountains Escondería las palabras ...I would hide my words Y mis poemas si te fueras ...and my poems as if you were En el último lugar del mundo ...in the last place on Earth Lyrics Me sobra el sol del campo Me sobra la luna desnuda Me sobra el deseo Me sobra el manantial Y mi libro de Neruda Si no tengo tus labios para sentirlos Me sobra todo Me sobran motivos tristes Me sobran canciones de melancolía Me sobra un día de cada semana Y sobro yo Si hago que una lagrima sobre Y salga de tus ojos En el último lugar del mundo Luego de la cordillera Escondería las palabras Y mis poemas si te fueras En el último lugar del mundo En cada pedazo de tierra Esparciría yo mi llanto Para que hallaras mi huella Me sobra el paisaje Me sobran los viajes de ida y volver Me sobra el aire Me sobran los ojos Y el sexto sentido Si tengo la vida y tú no la vives Me sobra todo En el último lugar del mundo Luego de la cordillera Escondería las palabras Y mis poemas si te fueras En el último lugar del mundo En cada pedazo de tierra Esparciría yo mi llanto Para que hallaras mi huella Me sobra el paisaje Me sobran los viajes de ida y volver Me sobra el aire Me sobran los ojos Y el sexto sentido Si tengo la vida y tú no la vives Me sobra todo En el último lugar del mundo En cada pedazo de tierra Esparciría yo mi llanto Para que hallaras mi huella Para que hallaras mi huella |
| 🇰🇿 "Stranger in a Stranger's Land" Dimash Kudaibergen (of Kazakhstan) is a phenomenon. His range, control, stage presence... amazing. Been following him for years now, since his opening a competition in China with a song in French. He dared to sing in French, Italian, English and Mandarin and placed 2nd. This performance from 2021 is sung in English! Very good English, I may add (one of Dimash's many languages; doubt he's ever found one he didn't like). It shows off his talents. But the lyrics... speak to me. I'm in Thailand. It's a strange land to me. The language, the culture, sharing a place with someone... all new. New chance to know who I am ... yeah. If I have the strength to begin again ... a real concern. Somewhere in my heart in ancient times I wandered Through these valleys I have climbed among these hills Faces from a past, I'm haunted by their memories Lives and loves I've lost I feel them in me still ... I sat in UD Town yesterday surrounded by smells, the heat, the calm ... as if I had been here many times. It was uncanny. Embraced in a way I've felt before but without the memory of when or where. Lyrics: New ground far as I can see New ground underneath my feet Stranger in a stranger's land New chance to know who I am If I have the strength to begin again Somewhere in my heart in ancient times I wandered Through these valleys I have climbed among these hills Faces from a past, I'm haunted by their memories Lives and loves I've lost I feel them in me still New ground far as I can see New ground underneath my feet Stranger in a stranger's land New chance to know who I am If I have the strength to begin again New ground far as I can see New ground underneath my feet Stranger in a stranger's land New chance to know who I am If I have the strength to begin- New ground far as I can see New ground underneath my feet Stranger in a stranger's land New chance to know who I am If I have the strength to begin again Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Igor Krutoy / Sharon Mary Vaughn |
| Dastam Begir 🇮🇷 This recording is from the Second Baha'i World Congress in 1992. I didn't go, but friends of mine were there and sang in the choir. Narges Nouhnejad Fani sings it in Farsi. I love the melody. The words are simple. Its plaintive tone spoke to me at the time, and still does. I could sing it once upon a time. 1992... a much simpler time in my life. A relatively happy time. A house where I planted gardens. Friends that visited; friends that lived with me. Refugees I helped. Wonderful neighbors. An annual picnic in August celebrating MLK's "I have a Dream" to bring folks together. Perhaps the 'bad' moments have been forgotten. It's been a long time. Another link with the words in English: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bACEBy3cDs LYRICS (English) Hold Thou My Hand (Dastam Begir) ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, I’m far from home The road is dark, I’m alone Hold thou my hand, Hold thou my hand ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, be Thou my guide When I am weak stay by my side Hold thou my hand, Hold thou my hand ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, O dearest Friend Help me to reach my journey’s end Hold thou my hand, Hold thou my hand ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, hear me I pray O help me lest I go astray Hold thou my hand, Hold thou my hand ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, I shall no fear When I am sure that Thou art near Hold thou my hand, Hold thou my hand ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, O dearest Friend Help me to reach my journey’s end Hold thou my hand, Hold thou my hand ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, Hold Thou my hand Poem by Dr. Habíb Mu’ayyid Melody by Gloria Faizi |
| 🇩🇪 Die Lorelei A song from my childhood. My mother sang this. I sang this too... well... I knew the melody. I could even find it on the piano. A-flat has been my go-to musical note for a long time. A-flat 2 is 103Hz, a good Thai low-tone for a bass voice. A-flat 3 at 207Hz would be fine for a tenor. The song is actually sad... in spite of its lovely melody. Not really odd then that I was attracted to it as a child. The song about this particular Rheine Maiden was actually written as a poem by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856) and published in 1827; it was set to music by Friedrich Silcher (1789-1860). The actual spot on the Reine is a feared landmark, then and still. And Heine's lyrics and Silcher's melody still haunt. Lyrics and translation are shown on the video. |
| 5.กุมภาพันธ์.2566 On a dreary damp day... where do my dreams go... I'm in rural Thailand years from now, old, but more spry than I am today. I'm going to town on my สามล้อ (sam-lor = tricycle) picking up an old lady (probably younger than me) and a young girl on my way. On the way back a youth asks me a question and I see myself answering (like in a video) with tears in my eyes. I think of other places, spaces, the rat races I no longer know nothing about. Only me, no longer lonely in that far-off land; yet, now alone in an alien world that somehow has become a part of me. Nostalgia finds me even here and wraps its once-warm arms around me. I look into that empty chasm of myself, once full of angst, then look away. These green trees, this steamy heat, the shadows shortening in the morning grace between showers, remind me that I fled from abandoned dreams and the nightmares swirling around them. These moments, fleeting as they may be, are my reality. Even seen through tears, it is enough. 1481 |
| Yes, I remember Mama... and disco. I joined the disco floor late... in 1981. ABBA was very popular and it still makes me want to dance. I wasn't 17. I wasn't a young Swedish teenager. But the song resonated with my "Coming Out" as it were. The dance floor was usually crowded at 2 a.m. when I had lunch-break. I was in my own apartment instead of living with friends or family. I enjoyed the new-found freedom, the joy of movement. The loss of weight was a dividend. I remember two of my co-workers taking me aside and saying that they knew where I was going and that they were cool with that. A major kindness for those times. It was a time when I was trying to find ME, the one I hid from. One note about the video... it does capture the dizzy nature of the lights of the disco dance floor. Lyrics Ooh You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for a place to go Where they play the right music Getting in the swing You come to look for a king Anybody could be that guy Night is young and the music's high With a bit of rock music Everything is fine You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance You are the dancing queen Young and sweet Only seventeen Dancing queen Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen You're a teaser, you turn 'em on Leave 'em burning and then you're gone Looking out for another Anyone will do You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance You are the dancing queen Young and sweet Only seventeen Dancing queen Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen Digging the dancing queen |
| Lom 🇹🇭 ลม is a very emotional song about parting, then longing for the wind to blow one's lover back to them. It was one of the main songs used in นิทานพันดาว (1000 Stars, ATOTS), a Thai TV series, to show the relationship of the two main characters. The major scene with this song is at a wedding that both attend without seeing each other. One soon leaves for America for two years. Will the wind bring him back? I've heard it, sung by Num Kala, more than once here in Udon Thani. Ponnya knows the words. I wish I did. For me? Another bittersweet song describing my struggle to connect with someone. Today Ponnya left for Khon Kaen. He'll be back in one week; but, it's a strange feeling to be here all alone. One I don't exactly like. Lyrics are in the video. This is another translation: Oh, wind, you blew her to meet me Oh, and then that wind blew her away The person who was once at my side, where is she today? Oh, wind, where did you blow her away to? Oh, wind, you have met Millions of people I’m begging you, wind, please blow her back to me It’s been a long time I still remember every promise Waiting for the wind to blow her back again Oh, wind Why don’t you ever turn back? Dear wind Please blow her back to me Oh, wind, lead My words of love from me I’m begging you, wind, to please blow them and tell her That the person waiting still misses her. When will I see her, see her again? The person waiting right here Is waiting at all times Waiting for the wind to blow her back again |
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