Every man's a sinner

So mewithoutYou's new album has arrived, it shocked me at first but it is beautiful. I found this review which pretty much says everything I would. Though I disagree with the fact that he says the album's not much of a grower, it's really growing ojn me and I think you need to give it time http://www.sputnikmusic.com/album.php?reviewid=30591

As I seem to remember happened when "brother, sister" came out, songs were inspired with in me and I just started to write.

I have one finished (i think) and one which I'm working on. I'll post the lyrisc to the first one now, there's no music to it yet. The second one is a working progress but I'm excited about it. There's music ideas and lyrics which I hope will cause thought. It's inspired by a mixture of moses, corinthians and people. I jokingly promised a friend I'd write them a song and that's it, but it's not just theirs, it's dedicated to a group of friends and most of all G-d. I will post that later anyway and hopefully at some point record it, but for now this is the one I've finished, lyrically at least.

Every Man's A Sinner

Every man's a sinner and sinners don't get far.
I'm a man no different so I just keep staring at the stars.

Denial is a trainwreck but freedom is a gift,
like a burden that we brought ourselves and then gave you to lift.
You carry it willingly but we still bend beneath the strain.
We cut ourselves and blame you for the self inflicted pain.

Every man's a sinner and sinners don't get far.
I'm a man no different so I just keep staring at the stars.

I call my life a love song then sing it out of tune.
I tell you that I love you when I've not prayed since last June.
I just keep walking through this darkness, my eyes fixed on me.
There's so many lights shining down but it's only me I see.
That's why you found me out here sat in this field alone,
crying to my sister down the telephone.
She's the only one who seems to listen to a word I say
but she's lost in hope and love a thousand miles away.

Every man's a sinner and sinners don't get far.
I'm a man no different so I just keep staring at the stars.

It seems that we constantly forget what it's all about.
How we're vessels of love to him and each other, so open up and be poured out.



Just a final thought. Today I went with a friend to visit and put flower on her mothers ground. I've never really thought through a graveyard with an intention of doing so, I've never stopped and thought, but something hit me as I did. Eventually we will become a stone in the ground, but will we leave anything else behind? Rumi said and Stephen Christian beautifully and contextually qoutes something along the lines. "Make for yourselves a grave not in the ground but in the hearts of men." Meaning make what you leave behind more than a stone in the ground. Leave something in the hearts of those you have the power to do so. Leave love, today love unconditionally, freely and joyfully. Love in a way that will never be forgotten.

Peace

The clear night

Thank you for the clear night, i think i might clear my mind with the lights in the sky, cause tonight i swear i can touch the stars, lying on my back out there nothing and no one near, except a few wandering deer, i used to feel so alone and far away but this time i reach my fingertips so high just because i believe....i believe you're reaching down, it makes me happy to just be here, alone except for those beautiful deer, to know you are here...too

A Day Aside

The last few days haven't been easy for me, it's hard to care about someone while knowing it's not you that has the ability to make them smile, laugh or feel. But with sadness comes feeling and in this state life seems so much more meaningful. It's like everything in life becomes so much more meaningful , the things i love i know treasure, like family, friends, nature, hot chocolate, music and most of all the love of G-d. I know G-d has a reason for everything and when I learn to love and be thankful for the things I have instead of always wanting what I can't have I start to believe this too. The reason I feel this way is to teach me to contentment, to teach me to love and be thankful. If this sadness is the cost which i have to carry with me in order to stay awake to life, to truly appreciate everything it brings, then it's worth it. But I think G-d will heal this perpetual sadness when the time is right and I'll just be left with a love for life, those I share it with and most of all for Him.
So many people drift through life, they go from day today without truly living or experiening. So many people don't know what it's like to cry at a film, to have their spine tingle from a song, to get lost in a book, to savour the taste of coffee, to watch the sun rise or set, to stare at stars, to be truly vulnerable with someone you love and to fall in love with the creator of it all.
If that's you then here's an idea -

Set aside a day:
(This plan is weather permitting so feel free to change and adapt to whatever fits for the weather, or just for you, be creative.

1) Wake up early enough to watch the sun rise. Don't even get dressed but go out in your pyjamas, take your quilt with you, find a nice spot and sit and watch.

2) Have breakfast, I mean really have breakfast. Not shovelled down so you're not late for whatever you're doing with your day, but sit with some pleasant music on, something meaningful and happy. Eat slow, sip and not gulp your coffee and while you do read something good, the best choice would be the bible.

3) Buy a nice packet of biscuits and go to the centre of your village/town/city/where people are. Hand out the biscuits to passers by, just to bless their day with a biscuit. Have a big smile and be friendly and conifdent. If people ask why you're doing it tell them just because you love people and you wanted to bless their day with a biscuit. Talk to people, listen to people, really listen.

4) Buy a gift for a friend, maybe someone's been talking about a cd or book, or film or anything they want, buy it and take it to their house, be sneaky and post it through their door with an anominous later saying it's from a friend who was just thankful for their friendship and wanted to show it.

5) Time to cook lunch. Whatever you want, take time to cook it, take time to prepare it properly and take time to enjoy it. Listen to something upbeat and good to dance and sing along too while you cook and do just that, dance and sing along. Then sit and eat outside, watch birds or just the sky.

6) Time for your passion, what do you love to do, what are you passionate about, do it. If you're not sure what then write a poem, do your best, see how it goes.

7) Take a walk, talk to G-d while you do, talk about what makes you sad and what makes you happy. Be honest with him, learn to let go and open up to him, tell yourself you can trust him and know that he's in control.

8) Go to a coffee shop and get a hot chocolate, then take out a notebook/journal and write your thoughts, your feelings, what's happened in your life recently, how it made you feel, memory's, what you miss, what you want. What you love and most importantly how you feel.

9) Organise to meet up with some good friends and go to somewhere in the countryside or a park. Get there in time to sit and watch the sunset together. Then make a campfire. Take a bbq and have some good food together while you sit round and eat talk. Start by asking everyone to say one thing about each person there that they really like. Hopefuly this will encourage and spark open and meaningful coversation. Be vulnerable with each other.


10) Then while you sit round the campfire get out a guitar or acoustic instrument of your choice, sing and play songs together.


11) Go back to someones house and stay over there. Get popcorn and a beverages and watch a film together, something sad and meaningful with a happy ending,

12) Escape to somewhere quiet and read back your journal entry from earlier. Tell yourself that G-d is in control of it all, thank him that he is, thank him for the day, thank him for all the things you love. Pray for those you love and for someone you find difficult, ask G-d to take care of them too.

13) Go back to your friends, and listen to some instrumental or neo-classical music while you talk and then sleep.

Remember your blessed and G-d loves you.

Communal listening/ Share your music.

Friends.I think I don't speak alone when I express my concern for the current state of the music industry. In a world dominated by the internet and mp3's the CD is slowly dying out and the vinyl is only still alive due to a dedciated few. Though I accept there are advantages to this "progression" there are many things we sacrifice for this cause. One of these is the art of communal listening. Anybody who's been to a good gig will know what i mean when I talk about the "connection felt between you and every other person in that room as you soak in the music together, it's like you're on a journey and they're your fellow travellers, it's like you're all heading for the same destination, working for the same goal, experiencing the same beautiful musical expression. (I'm obviousely referring to big arena shows where girls aloud show how well they can mime or another metal band that sounds just like metallica perfectly repeat what's been done a thousand times before. *Note sarcasm*) Now people feel they don't need to go to the show because they can watch it streamed to the comfort of their home, because obviously atmosphere and participation has nothing to do with a live show. (I'm on a roll with this sarcasm stuff.) There's not mucn that can be done about this by me and you other than going to the shows and bringing all your friends when you do, but the live show is not the only thing I'm concerned about. My mother told me once how when she was a child her family would all sit round and listen to a vinyl, not in the background but as the focus of attention, what happened to times like those? Granted, that was partly because they lived in a caravan and walking round would cause the caravan to wobble and the record to skip, but the point still stands. With the introduction of music streamed over the internet and i-pods/mp3 players (which are all good things) we're losing the experience of really living an album and even more living that experience with our fellow passers through on this earth. We watch a film with friends or even pointless T.V but music has been demoted to background atmosphere or single popular tracks played in clubs (again good things in moderation). As Relient K so perfectly put it "it's all the same with all the kids, no one knows what vinyl is." There's also an amusing reference to frisby golf in that song. Vinyl might not be everyone's cup of tea, and that's fine, it's not really my point but I couldn't resist qouting that song. However there is things I would encourage people to do.
1. Listen to albums, and really listen to them, get involved, become a part. Understand what the message of the songs are and how the music and lyrics work together to convey this. Experience the journey of the album and how each song drifts purposefully in to one another. (Obviously this can't apply to all albums.)

2.Invite your friends over and listen to/live/experience the album together, talk about the lyrics what they mean, how they create each sound. Your favourite parts, ask questions, put forward theory's, go as deep as you like and realise there's always more to discover.

The more I think about this the more I realise how fitting it is that music is used to worship G-d. In true beauty it can carry his presence and put forward a message of truth. You can get lost in it, like a small taste of his infinite awesomeness. All praise to G-d.

Share your music.

Dreams

i'm so tired of dreams, but dreams are all i have, dreams of things that will never be.
i wonder why i keep longing for what's only going to dissapoint me.
it's in these moments i feel most alone,
i'm right here but still so far from home.
i know you're right here but i'm far away,
If i could here your voice what would you say?
Show me a sign, there has to be a way back,
be my everything, all the strength that i lack.