Text edited from e. e. cummings' if i believe.
if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is
because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold creshendo and silver muting
of seatides
darkness and beauty of stars
was on my mouth petals danced
against my eyes
and down
the singing reaches of
my soul
i knew thee death.
and when
i have offered up each fragrant
night,
from the ashes
then
thou wilt rise and thou
wilt come to her and brush
the mischief from her eyes and fold
her
with
thy unimaginable
wings,where dwells the breath
of all persisting stars
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Wrong Lane
When he asked me what was wrong I didn't know quite what to say
I thought for a moment and said I want to get away
And just like that he handed me his keys
Said "Be careful with the car please"
And he was gone
Sometimes
I feel
Like I'm
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
I know what stopping takes
But I just can't find the brakes
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
Don't want to feel the crash
Don't want to feel my body smash
There's adventure in the air
You can feel it in your hair
When you drive with the windows down
You're not sure where you're going
And you're not sure that you care
Just as long as you don't die as you try to get there
Sometimes
It feels
Like I'm
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
I know what stopping takes
But I just can't find the brakes
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
Don't want to feel the crash
Don't want to feel my body smash
And the cars keep coming at you
On the wrong side of the road
On the wrong side of the road
At least you won't get bored
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
I know what stopping takes
But I just can't find the brakes
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
Don't want to feel the crash
Don't want to feel my body smash
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
I know what stopping takes
But I just can't find the brakes
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
Don't want to feel the crash
Don't want to feel the crash
I thought for a moment and said I want to get away
And just like that he handed me his keys
Said "Be careful with the car please"
And he was gone
Sometimes
I feel
Like I'm
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
I know what stopping takes
But I just can't find the brakes
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
Don't want to feel the crash
Don't want to feel my body smash
There's adventure in the air
You can feel it in your hair
When you drive with the windows down
You're not sure where you're going
And you're not sure that you care
Just as long as you don't die as you try to get there
Sometimes
It feels
Like I'm
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
I know what stopping takes
But I just can't find the brakes
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
Don't want to feel the crash
Don't want to feel my body smash
And the cars keep coming at you
On the wrong side of the road
On the wrong side of the road
At least you won't get bored
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
I know what stopping takes
But I just can't find the brakes
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
Don't want to feel the crash
Don't want to feel my body smash
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
I know what stopping takes
But I just can't find the brakes
Going 100 miles an hour in the wrong lane
Don't want to feel the crash
Don't want to feel the crash
Sunday, March 23, 2008
A Carol to My King
written for my grandma's funeral, a sort of non-medley-ish-compilation of a few hymns
I know that my Redeemer lives; What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives to comfort me when faint. He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee.
He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend; He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while He lives I’ll sing: He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
Teach me some melodious sonnet sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount; I’m fixed upon it: Mount of thy redeeming love.
He lives to silence all my fears. He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart. He lives, all blessings to impart.
There is music in my soul today, a carol to my King
And Jesus, listening, can hear the songs I cannot sing.
INTERLUDE
He lives, all glory to His name! He lives, my Savior, still the same!
Oh sweet the joy this sentence gives: I know that my Redeemer lives!
I know that my Redeemer lives; What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives to comfort me when faint. He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee.
He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend; He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while He lives I’ll sing: He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
Teach me some melodious sonnet sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount; I’m fixed upon it: Mount of thy redeeming love.
He lives to silence all my fears. He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart. He lives, all blessings to impart.
There is music in my soul today, a carol to my King
And Jesus, listening, can hear the songs I cannot sing.
INTERLUDE
He lives, all glory to His name! He lives, my Savior, still the same!
Oh sweet the joy this sentence gives: I know that my Redeemer lives!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Your Dance
It's morning on the Eastern Shore
The clouds aren't coming anymore
We tried to say goodbye to rain
Let the sorrow waters drain
Let go of yesterday
Mix color with the grey
We'll wake up with the sun
Life goes on
It's twilight on the mountains
Sinking sunlight fountains on display
Nothing here to keep you
I guess you can put on your shoes and walk away
It's time to say hello
To tomorrow
We'll get up with the sun
Life goes on
Sing as if you've never sung
Spin as if you've never spun
Laugh long
Drink deep
Life is your dance
It's night on the Pacific Coast
The wind is howling like a ghost
We tried to say goodbye to rain
Let the sorrow waters drain
Let go of yesterday
Mix color with the gray
It's time to say hello
To tomorrow
We'll get up with the sun
Life goes
Mmh, life is your dance
The clouds aren't coming anymore
We tried to say goodbye to rain
Let the sorrow waters drain
Let go of yesterday
Mix color with the grey
We'll wake up with the sun
Life goes on
It's twilight on the mountains
Sinking sunlight fountains on display
Nothing here to keep you
I guess you can put on your shoes and walk away
It's time to say hello
To tomorrow
We'll get up with the sun
Life goes on
Sing as if you've never sung
Spin as if you've never spun
Laugh long
Drink deep
Life is your dance
It's night on the Pacific Coast
The wind is howling like a ghost
We tried to say goodbye to rain
Let the sorrow waters drain
Let go of yesterday
Mix color with the gray
It's time to say hello
To tomorrow
We'll get up with the sun
Life goes
Mmh, life is your dance
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Before
She asked
Why are you still here
You could see th tears that lined her eyes
Her grief was deep
She didn't think you could reply
It's all to hear the birds
It's all to see the sun
It's all to taste the rain
You don't remember where we came from
You didn't sleep that night
Neither did she
The memories too fresh for once to ever put away
And angels stood beside
It's all to hear a song
It's all to see a dance
It's all to smell the sea
You don't remember what we used to be
I remember
What we used to be
That's why I'm still here
She asked how you could stay
She didn't think you could reply
But you did
It's all to hear the birds
It's all to see the sun
It's all to taste the rain
You don't remember where we came from
It's all to hear a song
It's all to see a dance
It's all to smell the sea
You don't remember what we used to be
It's all to feel warmth
To understand
To love
To learn
It's all to teach
To know
To wait
It's all to see the things I never saw
You don't remember what it was like
Before
Why are you still here
You could see th tears that lined her eyes
Her grief was deep
She didn't think you could reply
It's all to hear the birds
It's all to see the sun
It's all to taste the rain
You don't remember where we came from
You didn't sleep that night
Neither did she
The memories too fresh for once to ever put away
And angels stood beside
It's all to hear a song
It's all to see a dance
It's all to smell the sea
You don't remember what we used to be
I remember
What we used to be
That's why I'm still here
She asked how you could stay
She didn't think you could reply
But you did
It's all to hear the birds
It's all to see the sun
It's all to taste the rain
You don't remember where we came from
It's all to hear a song
It's all to see a dance
It's all to smell the sea
You don't remember what we used to be
It's all to feel warmth
To understand
To love
To learn
It's all to teach
To know
To wait
It's all to see the things I never saw
You don't remember what it was like
Before
Thursday, February 7, 2008
James
for my brother
It's been four hours since you went to bed
But I know sleep hasn't touched your eyes
She only wants for you to rest your head
But you sit awake alone for hours every night
And I'm not there
But I wish I were
I would hold your hand
And sing you all your songs
Good night
This is my song for you
A song you'll never hear
And words you'll never know, oh
Good night
I hope that sleep comes some day
And when it does, I hope you know I love
I love you
The darkness is so pale with moonlight coming through the cracks
Of curtains in your room
Light up the gloom, yeah
If you could sing I bet you would
You never liked to be alone
And I'm not there
But I wish I were
I would hold your hand
And sing you all your songs
Good night
This is my song for you
A song you'll never hear
And words you'll never know, oh
Good night
I hope that sleep comes someday
And when it does, I hope you know I love
I never knew how much I owed to you
How much I owed
I never knew how much I owe to you
Good night
This is my song for you
A song you'll never hear
And words you'll never know, oh
Good night
I hope that sleep comes someday
And when it does, I hope you know
Good night, good night
This is my song
A song you'll never hear, oh
Good night
I hope that sleep comes someday
I hope you know I love
I love you
It's been four hours since you went to bed
But I know sleep hasn't touched your eyes
She only wants for you to rest your head
But you sit awake alone for hours every night
And I'm not there
But I wish I were
I would hold your hand
And sing you all your songs
Good night
This is my song for you
A song you'll never hear
And words you'll never know, oh
Good night
I hope that sleep comes some day
And when it does, I hope you know I love
I love you
The darkness is so pale with moonlight coming through the cracks
Of curtains in your room
Light up the gloom, yeah
If you could sing I bet you would
You never liked to be alone
And I'm not there
But I wish I were
I would hold your hand
And sing you all your songs
Good night
This is my song for you
A song you'll never hear
And words you'll never know, oh
Good night
I hope that sleep comes someday
And when it does, I hope you know I love
I never knew how much I owed to you
How much I owed
I never knew how much I owe to you
Good night
This is my song for you
A song you'll never hear
And words you'll never know, oh
Good night
I hope that sleep comes someday
And when it does, I hope you know
Good night, good night
This is my song
A song you'll never hear, oh
Good night
I hope that sleep comes someday
I hope you know I love
I love you
Monday, January 28, 2008
Tribute to T.S. Eliot, August 2007
lyrics adapted from his "Burnt Norton."
If all time is eternally present
Then all time is unredeemable
What might have been
And what has been
Come to one end
Footsteps echo in the memory
Through the pathways which we did not take
Toward the door we never opened
Into the garden
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of roses?
I don't know.
Through the first gate
Into our first world
Shall we follow the deception of the thrush?
In the autumn heat
And through the vibrant air
The bird calls
In response to unheard music, hidden
And the unseen eyebeam crossed for the roses
So we moved
And they
In a formal pattern--
And the pool was filled with sunlight
And the lotus rose quietly
Quietly
Quietly, quietly
Go, go, go
Said the bird
Humankind
Cannot bear very much
Reality
If all time is eternally present
Then all time is unredeemable
What might have been
And what has been
Come to one end
Footsteps echo in the memory
Through the pathways which we did not take
Toward the door we never opened
Into the garden
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of roses?
I don't know.
Through the first gate
Into our first world
Shall we follow the deception of the thrush?
In the autumn heat
And through the vibrant air
The bird calls
In response to unheard music, hidden
And the unseen eyebeam crossed for the roses
So we moved
And they
In a formal pattern--
And the pool was filled with sunlight
And the lotus rose quietly
Quietly
Quietly, quietly
Go, go, go
Said the bird
Humankind
Cannot bear very much
Reality
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Well and Good
I don't know what you're lookin for
And it looks like neither do you
Will you let this go on forever
Are you waiting for a clue
Because I'm so tired of wondering what's going on, yeah
I'm so tired of thinkin I've done something wrong, yeah
Can you hear my voice
Maybe you should make your choice
But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good
I don't know what you're thinkin
As you watch me walk away
But if it means anything to you
Maybe you oughta say
Because I'm so tired of trying to read your mind, yeah
I'm so tired of bein left so far behind, yeah
I don't understand
Why don't you hold my hand
But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good
I don't know what you're doin
Are you leading me on or not
I don't know what to think anymore
Cuz you're everything I've fought
Not to feel, yeah
I'm so tired of not knowin what to think, yeah
I'm mired in quicksand and I'm just trying not to sink, yeah
I just don't know
Where this will go
But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good
Well, it's all well and good that you don't know what to say
But I know you have my number and you could call it anyway, yeah
It's all well and good that you're feeling kinda scared
But I don't know what to tell you, the whole world's unprepared
So I guess that we're just friends.
The end.
But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good (see if I care)
All well and good (see if I care)
I don't know what you're lookin for
And it looks like neither do you
And it looks like neither do you
Will you let this go on forever
Are you waiting for a clue
Because I'm so tired of wondering what's going on, yeah
I'm so tired of thinkin I've done something wrong, yeah
Can you hear my voice
Maybe you should make your choice
But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good
I don't know what you're thinkin
As you watch me walk away
But if it means anything to you
Maybe you oughta say
Because I'm so tired of trying to read your mind, yeah
I'm so tired of bein left so far behind, yeah
I don't understand
Why don't you hold my hand
But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good
I don't know what you're doin
Are you leading me on or not
I don't know what to think anymore
Cuz you're everything I've fought
Not to feel, yeah
I'm so tired of not knowin what to think, yeah
I'm mired in quicksand and I'm just trying not to sink, yeah
I just don't know
Where this will go
But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good
Well, it's all well and good that you don't know what to say
But I know you have my number and you could call it anyway, yeah
It's all well and good that you're feeling kinda scared
But I don't know what to tell you, the whole world's unprepared
So I guess that we're just friends.
The end.
But it's all well and good
Yeah it's all well and good (see if I care)
All well and good (see if I care)
I don't know what you're lookin for
And it looks like neither do you
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Fountain of Youth, December 2007
Take off your shoes
And, barefoot, feel the ground
Embrace the breeze
Celebrate solitude
There's no one around
Can you feel the moon against your skin
The wind blow through your hair
The stars being your guides
There's no excuse
For the universe and you
Wade through the water
Cool and clear
Silence is the only sound
Ringing through the atmosphere
Can you feel the moon against your skin
The wind blow through your hair
The stars being your guides
There's no excuse
For the universe and you
The fountain of youth is just a step away
Men have died to find it
Here it is
What else do you think would have brought you here
Drink deep
And, barefoot, feel the ground
Embrace the breeze
Celebrate solitude
There's no one around
Can you feel the moon against your skin
The wind blow through your hair
The stars being your guides
There's no excuse
For the universe and you
Wade through the water
Cool and clear
Silence is the only sound
Ringing through the atmosphere
Can you feel the moon against your skin
The wind blow through your hair
The stars being your guides
There's no excuse
For the universe and you
The fountain of youth is just a step away
Men have died to find it
Here it is
What else do you think would have brought you here
Drink deep
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Sisters I Never Had
Christmas present to my sisters Dear Abby and Christine Daae. Love, Allie Baba.
Dear Abby and Ms. Daae,
It’s your Allie Baba and I’ve got something to say
I can’t make Christmas cards or give you lessons for come-thou-hither eyes
But hopefully my song can suffice
Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart
Ms. Daae, I love your golden eyes
Your happy laugh, your smile of surprise
I love your cheerful ways
How you always brighten everybody’s days
Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart
Dear Abby, you’re an angel in disguise
Just ask all the guys
Keeping them in line with your come thou hither eyes
You’re there in sunshine and in snow
Even when you’re partying it up in Morocco
Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart
Thank you for being there with me
Even when my song is out of key
And thanks for always singing along
Even when you don’t know the song
Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart
Through the bitter and sweet, through the good and the bad
You’re the sisters I never had
Dear Abby and Ms. Daae,
It’s your Allie Baba and I’ve got something to say
I can’t make Christmas cards or give you lessons for come-thou-hither eyes
But hopefully my song can suffice
Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart
Ms. Daae, I love your golden eyes
Your happy laugh, your smile of surprise
I love your cheerful ways
How you always brighten everybody’s days
Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart
Dear Abby, you’re an angel in disguise
Just ask all the guys
Keeping them in line with your come thou hither eyes
You’re there in sunshine and in snow
Even when you’re partying it up in Morocco
Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart
Thank you for being there with me
Even when my song is out of key
And thanks for always singing along
Even when you don’t know the song
Merry Christmas to you from me
I offer you my melody
No matter the miles that keep us apart
I always keep your smiles in my heart
Through the bitter and sweet, through the good and the bad
You’re the sisters I never had
Sunday, October 21, 2007
[Untitled, you should name it], October 2007
Who knows the way to the heart?
Who knows the way it starts?
I didn’t plan it when we met
Two silent strangers only friends of friends
And, since, I’ve tried to forget
How innocent means can lead to unhappy ends
I handed you my heart
Like I hand the pepper and salt across the table
You swore that you’d be mine
As long as you were able
You looked into my eyes the way the sunlight falls on flowering trees
And the way you’d touch my hand, as if you’d always understand my every need
And the way you’d smile to see me near
And the way you’d boast about everything I was, to anyone who’d hear
I handed you my heart
Like I hand the pepper and salt across the table
You swore that you’d be mine
As long as you were able
You look through me as though I am the ghost of true love past
I never know what to think—we were both so sure that it could last
But when the world falls apart and the children cry and the fabric comes undone
And everything’s outta place and there’s just not enough space, there’s only one thing to be done
Steal my heart back from your hands
Like you stole my kisses at midnight
Burn your promises to ash
Like I sometimes burn the dinner, except on purpose
Who knows the way to the heart?
Who knows the way it starts?
Who knows the way it starts?
I didn’t plan it when we met
Two silent strangers only friends of friends
And, since, I’ve tried to forget
How innocent means can lead to unhappy ends
I handed you my heart
Like I hand the pepper and salt across the table
You swore that you’d be mine
As long as you were able
You looked into my eyes the way the sunlight falls on flowering trees
And the way you’d touch my hand, as if you’d always understand my every need
And the way you’d smile to see me near
And the way you’d boast about everything I was, to anyone who’d hear
I handed you my heart
Like I hand the pepper and salt across the table
You swore that you’d be mine
As long as you were able
You look through me as though I am the ghost of true love past
I never know what to think—we were both so sure that it could last
But when the world falls apart and the children cry and the fabric comes undone
And everything’s outta place and there’s just not enough space, there’s only one thing to be done
Steal my heart back from your hands
Like you stole my kisses at midnight
Burn your promises to ash
Like I sometimes burn the dinner, except on purpose
Who knows the way to the heart?
Who knows the way it starts?
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Tribute to George Orwell, October 2007
Hey George
I saw your name the other day
You know you made the editorial page
Of the NY Times
I guess the British government had been keeping tabs on you
They noticed your Bohemian manner of dress
And concluded you were probably a Communist
Which you were at the time
I saw you worked with Tom
I heard you liked his magazine
But you never quite had enough to pay the purchase fee
I guess you kinda liked Tom’s philosophies
But not all of his politics
That’s when you started writing books
After you fought the war
It was in the 1940’s that you gave the British government
A list of pinkos
You said you strongly felt Charlie Chaplin was red at heart
After the Spanish Civil War
Where you fought with the Trotskyites
I heard that was the turning point
I heard you were a Loyalist
And it was in the war you learned what you believed
Became an anti-Stalinist
Oh ho, thanks for Animal Farm
And for 1984
You made the kind of stir
Tom didn’t even ask for
Oh ho, we read your books today
And you know you made a change
Oh ho, hey George
Hey George
I saw your name the other day
You know you made the editorial page
Of the NY Times
I saw your name the other day
You know you made the editorial page
Of the NY Times
I guess the British government had been keeping tabs on you
They noticed your Bohemian manner of dress
And concluded you were probably a Communist
Which you were at the time
I saw you worked with Tom
I heard you liked his magazine
But you never quite had enough to pay the purchase fee
I guess you kinda liked Tom’s philosophies
But not all of his politics
That’s when you started writing books
After you fought the war
It was in the 1940’s that you gave the British government
A list of pinkos
You said you strongly felt Charlie Chaplin was red at heart
After the Spanish Civil War
Where you fought with the Trotskyites
I heard that was the turning point
I heard you were a Loyalist
And it was in the war you learned what you believed
Became an anti-Stalinist
Oh ho, thanks for Animal Farm
And for 1984
You made the kind of stir
Tom didn’t even ask for
Oh ho, we read your books today
And you know you made a change
Oh ho, hey George
Hey George
I saw your name the other day
You know you made the editorial page
Of the NY Times
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
You Know You Love Them, unfinished
It's amazing how things can change in a cell
Let's talk about mRNA and tRNA as well
Our friends who make it possible to transcribe and translate
I know you love them, they are so great
CHORUS!
The mRNA makes transcripts of genes
And takes the transcriptions to the site of our dreams
AKA the RER and cytoplasm--you know it's true
And tRNA makes translation possible for you
Every tRNA dreams of codon recognition
Brought together by ribosomes and peptide bond formation
Then for their honeymoon they went to cytoplasm
For some translocation
Start translation off with initiation
Binds at AUG the start codon
Attach ribosome units, then comes the P site
Once elongation starts it'll all be all right
Let's talk about mRNA and tRNA as well
Our friends who make it possible to transcribe and translate
I know you love them, they are so great
CHORUS!
The mRNA makes transcripts of genes
And takes the transcriptions to the site of our dreams
AKA the RER and cytoplasm--you know it's true
And tRNA makes translation possible for you
Every tRNA dreams of codon recognition
Brought together by ribosomes and peptide bond formation
Then for their honeymoon they went to cytoplasm
For some translocation
Start translation off with initiation
Binds at AUG the start codon
Attach ribosome units, then comes the P site
Once elongation starts it'll all be all right
I Love mRNA, October 2007
I was in a nucleus the other day, I saw mRNA
It was transcribing things, and it inspired me to sing, yeah
Ah, mRNA
Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way
And I'd have never been aware, but as it is, I'll dream of it tonight,
Ah, mRNA
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin to the ribosome
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin to the ribosome
Don't you know the RER is where the ribosomes are
That connect the messenger RNA to the tRNA
Ah, tRNA
I have never seen the likes of this, how miraculous
tRNA translating things, translating things, it makes me want to sing
Ah, tRNA
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin as it translates
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin as it translates
I was in a nucleus the other day, I saw mRNA
It was transcribing things, and it inspired me to sing, yeah
Ah, mRNA
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin to keep you alive
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin to keep you alive
It was transcribing things, and it inspired me to sing, yeah
Ah, mRNA
Had it been another day, I might have looked the other way
And I'd have never been aware, but as it is, I'll dream of it tonight,
Ah, mRNA
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin to the ribosome
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin to the ribosome
Don't you know the RER is where the ribosomes are
That connect the messenger RNA to the tRNA
Ah, tRNA
I have never seen the likes of this, how miraculous
tRNA translating things, translating things, it makes me want to sing
Ah, tRNA
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin as it translates
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin as it translates
I was in a nucleus the other day, I saw mRNA
It was transcribing things, and it inspired me to sing, yeah
Ah, mRNA
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin to keep you alive
Movin, yes it is movin, and it is groovin to keep you alive
Monday, October 8, 2007
Sherwood Hymn, October 2007
Written during the Sunday afternoon session Conference, for the four voice parts represented in Sherwood Up. Yes, a cappella.
For forty days and forty nights Christ fasted
For forty days and forty nights alone
For forty days and forty nights Christ fasted
And faced the adversary on His own
Oui, il etait fort
He faced temptations
And gave us every tool we need
To win salvation:
Christ has set us free.
The bonds of death are broken
We have no need for sorrow
For Jesus Christ, our Savior
Has promised us tomorrow.
And in the Garden of Gethsemane, He wept, He bled
And in the garden there with Mary, He rose up from the dead.
Jesus Christ is my Savior, I have no fear.
Jesus Christ is my Savior, I am of good cheer.
For me I know He gave His life,
For me He gave Himself, a sacrifice
The bonds of death are broken
We have no need for sorrow
For Jesus Christ, our Savior
Has promised us tomorrow.
Christ has set us free.
For forty days and forty nights Christ fasted
For forty days and forty nights alone
For forty days and forty nights Christ fasted
And faced the adversary on His own
Oui, il etait fort
He faced temptations
And gave us every tool we need
To win salvation:
Christ has set us free.
The bonds of death are broken
We have no need for sorrow
For Jesus Christ, our Savior
Has promised us tomorrow.
And in the Garden of Gethsemane, He wept, He bled
And in the garden there with Mary, He rose up from the dead.
Jesus Christ is my Savior, I have no fear.
Jesus Christ is my Savior, I am of good cheer.
For me I know He gave His life,
For me He gave Himself, a sacrifice
The bonds of death are broken
We have no need for sorrow
For Jesus Christ, our Savior
Has promised us tomorrow.
Christ has set us free.
Please Stay, May 2007
Good story, ey?
You came into my room that night
Roses in hand for the girl in the spotlight
I was the one you wanted to meet
You swept me off my feet
Sitting backstage, preparing for the show
Warming up the voice and getting ready to go
The curtain's raised, you're not in your seat
I'm on stage, I can't repeat that
Somehow when you're near, I run out of things to fear
Unkind lights and stage fright run away
So maybe I don't know what's right
But I know I want you tonight
I know you're ready to go
But please stay
You've seen me at my worst
Unprepared and unrehearsed
I sing my song and the audience laughs
At my unintentional gaffes
I see you walking away
Won't you stay
Somehow when you're near, I run out of things to fear
Unkind lights and stage fright run away
So maybe I don't know what's right
But I know I want you tonight
I know you're ready to go
But please stay
I... can't play
You don't turn back as you walk away
Theatre doors close behind
I'm the last thing on your mind
Somehow when you're near, I run out of things to fear
Unkind lights and stage fright run away
So maybe I don't know what's right
But I know I want you tonight
I know you're gone, you're gone
But please stay
You came into my room that night
Roses in hand for the girl in the spotlight
I was the one you wanted to meet
You swept me off my feet
Sitting backstage, preparing for the show
Warming up the voice and getting ready to go
The curtain's raised, you're not in your seat
I'm on stage, I can't repeat that
Somehow when you're near, I run out of things to fear
Unkind lights and stage fright run away
So maybe I don't know what's right
But I know I want you tonight
I know you're ready to go
But please stay
You've seen me at my worst
Unprepared and unrehearsed
I sing my song and the audience laughs
At my unintentional gaffes
I see you walking away
Won't you stay
Somehow when you're near, I run out of things to fear
Unkind lights and stage fright run away
So maybe I don't know what's right
But I know I want you tonight
I know you're ready to go
But please stay
I... can't play
You don't turn back as you walk away
Theatre doors close behind
I'm the last thing on your mind
Somehow when you're near, I run out of things to fear
Unkind lights and stage fright run away
So maybe I don't know what's right
But I know I want you tonight
I know you're gone, you're gone
But please stay
Meet Me At The Printing Press, October 2007
I read Heart of Darkness a few years back, didn't realize at the time that Marlowe had it right
Had it right when he said what makes a great man great is to have something to say, to have something to say
And say it
I got something to say
I got something to say, hey
I got something to say
I got something to say, hey
Meet me at the printing press
The place where thoughts can come to life
Meet me at the printing press
We'll change the world with black and white
And if we die before we're through
Just remember that the printer will remember you
Let others choose the question mark to be their mode of punctuation
Let you and I make our lives exclamations
Have you got something to say
Have you got something to say, hey
Have you got something to say
Have you got something to say, then say it
Meet me at the printing press
The place where thoughts can come to life
Meet me at the printing press
We'll change the world with black and white
And if we die before we're through
Just remember that the printer will remember you
Why don't you say what's on your mind
Why don't you say what's on your mind
Are you afraid of what they'll say
Are you afraid of what they'll say
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Get something to say
Get something to say, then say it
Get something to say
Get something to say, then say it
Meet me at the printing press
The place where thoughts can come to life
Meet me at the printing press
We'll change the world with black and white
And if we die before we're through
Just remember that the printer will remember you
Meet me at the printing press
Meet me at the printing press
Meet me at the printing press
Had it right when he said what makes a great man great is to have something to say, to have something to say
And say it
I got something to say
I got something to say, hey
I got something to say
I got something to say, hey
Meet me at the printing press
The place where thoughts can come to life
Meet me at the printing press
We'll change the world with black and white
And if we die before we're through
Just remember that the printer will remember you
Let others choose the question mark to be their mode of punctuation
Let you and I make our lives exclamations
Have you got something to say
Have you got something to say, hey
Have you got something to say
Have you got something to say, then say it
Meet me at the printing press
The place where thoughts can come to life
Meet me at the printing press
We'll change the world with black and white
And if we die before we're through
Just remember that the printer will remember you
Why don't you say what's on your mind
Why don't you say what's on your mind
Are you afraid of what they'll say
Are you afraid of what they'll say
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Get something to say
Get something to say, then say it
Get something to say
Get something to say, then say it
Meet me at the printing press
The place where thoughts can come to life
Meet me at the printing press
We'll change the world with black and white
And if we die before we're through
Just remember that the printer will remember you
Meet me at the printing press
Meet me at the printing press
Meet me at the printing press
Vaulted Ceilings, September 2007
I was feeling particularly inspired by scenery from a story I was writing.
Dawn broke, light splashed through the windows and soaked all the papers that littered the floor
No one spoke, the hall is deserted: no one goes here anymore
Vaulted ceilings open on emptiness framed by the windows and flooded with light
No footsteps approach here, encroach on the silence
And in the great hall your soul can take flight
Welcome to the hall of abandoned dreams
Stained glass at the end of the apse, so protruding out into the sky
This is your sanctuary, here in the mountains, this is the place where no one lies
No one judges, no one scorns, no one mocks and no one mourns
There's no one here
Welcome to the hall of abandoned dreams
Grow wings if it's in you
There's no reason not to fly
The souls of the forgotten are watching from the corners of corridors down the nave
Unused to visitors except for the brave
For who can face the dreams of yesterday
Without erasing the dreams of yesterday
Welcome to the hall of abandoned dreams
Grow wings if it's in you
There's no reason not to fly
Dawn broke, light splashed through the windows and soaked all the papers that littered the floor
No one spoke, the hall is deserted: no one goes here anymore
Vaulted ceilings open on emptiness framed by the windows and flooded with light
No footsteps approach here, encroach on the silence
And in the great hall your soul can take flight
Grow wings if it's in you
There's no reason not to fly
Dawn broke, light splashed through the windows and soaked all the papers that littered the floor
No one spoke, the hall is deserted: no one goes here anymore
Vaulted ceilings open on emptiness framed by the windows and flooded with light
No footsteps approach here, encroach on the silence
And in the great hall your soul can take flight
Welcome to the hall of abandoned dreams
Stained glass at the end of the apse, so protruding out into the sky
This is your sanctuary, here in the mountains, this is the place where no one lies
No one judges, no one scorns, no one mocks and no one mourns
There's no one here
Welcome to the hall of abandoned dreams
Grow wings if it's in you
There's no reason not to fly
The souls of the forgotten are watching from the corners of corridors down the nave
Unused to visitors except for the brave
For who can face the dreams of yesterday
Without erasing the dreams of yesterday
Welcome to the hall of abandoned dreams
Grow wings if it's in you
There's no reason not to fly
Dawn broke, light splashed through the windows and soaked all the papers that littered the floor
No one spoke, the hall is deserted: no one goes here anymore
Vaulted ceilings open on emptiness framed by the windows and flooded with light
No footsteps approach here, encroach on the silence
And in the great hall your soul can take flight
Grow wings if it's in you
There's no reason not to fly
Came to Pass, November 2005
It's like this EFY song, guys! :^D Wrote it for my BoM class freshman year.
Lost in the wilderness, Lehi and his family alone
Physically worn, privately torn, and so far from home
The past is gone, but still they travel on
Abinadi standing there before the king
With a fateful message to bring
His words bear witness of the divinity of Christ
They will cost him his life
Troubled by wickedness, they’re searching for relief
Knowledge to comfort them in their grief
Didn’t the prophets say, trials never came to stay
They came to pass
Moroni on the hill, the last one of his race
Finished abridging and burying the plates
His father, mother, all his loved ones are dead
We can know his heart bled
CHORUS
INTERLUDE
Trials come and they can tear us apart
Leaving us weeping with broken hearts
Fiery darts assail us even as we fight
In the name of Right
Troubled by wickedness, we’re searching for relief
Something to comfort us in our grief
Don’t the prophets say, trials never came to stay
So we must live our lives
To become more like Christ
So when our probation ends
We can go home again
And stand before our Father and say:
We came to stay
Lost in the wilderness, Lehi and his family alone
Physically worn, privately torn, and so far from home
The past is gone, but still they travel on
Abinadi standing there before the king
With a fateful message to bring
His words bear witness of the divinity of Christ
They will cost him his life
Troubled by wickedness, they’re searching for relief
Knowledge to comfort them in their grief
Didn’t the prophets say, trials never came to stay
They came to pass
Moroni on the hill, the last one of his race
Finished abridging and burying the plates
His father, mother, all his loved ones are dead
We can know his heart bled
CHORUS
INTERLUDE
Trials come and they can tear us apart
Leaving us weeping with broken hearts
Fiery darts assail us even as we fight
In the name of Right
Troubled by wickedness, we’re searching for relief
Something to comfort us in our grief
Don’t the prophets say, trials never came to stay
So we must live our lives
To become more like Christ
So when our probation ends
We can go home again
And stand before our Father and say:
We came to stay
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