Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Seriously, Stella?


Vincent


Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

~Written by: Don McLean

This song pays tribute to the brilliant Vincent Van Gogh, a truly beautiful spirit. His artwork, also used in this video, has an ethereal quality. I believe this song can also honour other creative, yet tortured souls. There have been other artists, poets, and musicians, who were talented, yet had tortured souls. We all know them. They gifted the world with their creative views of things that they saw through emotion. I have been touched and influenced by many of these sensitive people, including Vincent Van Gogh. With them all, I felt a connection. I felt an understanding and a compassion. This Lifeblood Song reminds us to appreciate the beauty around us, and also the beauty of those sensitive souls who see what we sometimes cannot see, for whatever reason…unless they share it.

My Lifeblood Songs: V

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Uncloudy Day


Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies
Oh, they tell me of a home far away
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day

Oh, the land of cloudless day
Oh, the land of an unclouded sky
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day

Oh, they tell me of a home where my friends have gone
Oh, they tell me of that land far away
Where the tree of life in eternal bloom
Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day

Oh, the land of cloudless day
Oh, the land of an unclouded sky
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day

Oh, they tell me of a King in His beauty there
And they tell me that mine eyes shall behold
Where He sits on the throne that is whiter than snow
In the city that is made of gold

Oh, the land of cloudless day
Oh, the land of an unclouded sky
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day

Oh, they tell me that He smiles on His children there
And His smile drives their sorrows all away
And they tell me that no tears ever come again
In that lovely land of unclouded day

Oh, the land of cloudless day
Oh, the land of an unclouded sky
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day

~As sung by Willie Nelson, 
Adapted from the song “Unclouded Day”, by Josiah K. Alwood

This is rooted in my Southern Baptist upbringing, and attending church with Grampy. It is an integral part of my faith. The words of this Lifeblood Song speak the truth as I know it, deep down in my soul. There are storms, but storms never last. Hope and faith tell me that when all is said and done in this life, there will be an Uncloudy Day. I believe.

My Lifeblood Songs: U

Monday, April 24, 2017

Tapestry


My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold

Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leather hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side

He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty


Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad

It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well

As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard

In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unraveling, he's come to take me back

He's come to take me back

~Written By: Carole King

Carole King songs appear often on my Life Soundtrack. This one is a Lifeblood Song for its delicate way of showing the tapestry of life, itself. The rich and royal colours are the events and adventures that shape and mould us. The man is a composite of the many people in our lives. While each person has a purpose, sometimes they actually offer us nothing even when we hoped they might. Of course, there are also the toads that we encounter in pursuit of romance that often ends in tears. We all weave our own tapestry from life, each as unique as we, ourselves are. But, still...each has its share of rich and royal hues.

My Lifeblood Songs: T

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Chet

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From his earliest years, Chet was told he did not fit in. Feeling they must be right, he believed their cruel words.

Along life’s journey, Chet collected memories of his own while selling those of others. Finally, he realized he did have both a purpose and a place in this world.

This scrap man belonged to the world, as much as it belonged to him.

Written by: McGuffy Ann Morris

Shared with:
Five lines or less, 
using the word prompt:
"place"

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Save Mother Earth!


Celebrate "Mother Earth" every day
by caring for her significant offspring!

We are all in this together!

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In keeping with the A-Z Challenge,
this is also a partnership with the Letter S.