Song Lyric Sunday: Planting Seeds

After reading my Song Lyrics Sunday post for this week, a friend sent me an email telling me about Oscar Brown Jr.’s song The Tree and Me. It is beautiful, and I suggest you check it out too.

As I was listening to it, I remembered hearing Nimo Feat sing during the summer of 2015. I was so inspired by his music and even more inspired when I later read about his life and watched his videos. Here is a synopsis from his website:

From an Ivy League education to Wall street to fame and fortune as a MTV Rap star, at some point along Nimo’s journey he realized that we was walking a path of suffering and that the only path to light was through selfless service to others and his own internal purification. For the past 5 and half years Nimo has been serving and working with the underprivileged communities in the Gandhi Ashram in India.

Most recently Nimo has reconnected to his roots of music and is offering this gift of love, peace and oneness through his songs: an offering he calls “Empty Hands Music”.

Nimo chose the title ‘Empty Hands’, because of the profound wisdom we all can gain when we understand this deeper truth: that we arrive on this planet empty handed and we will all soon leave empty handed. So then, how and in what spirit do we want to spend the time in between?

The Empty Hands album can be downloaded for free here.

One of my favorite songs from that album is called Planting Seeds. Listening to it and watching the video still touches me so deeply. Moments ago, as I was finishing this post I watched it for the third time today. My tears are flowing.

PLANTING SEEDS

Written and performed by Nimesh “Nimo” Patel and Daniel Nahmod
Music Produced by Daniel Nahmod
Mixed by Brian Nicholls
Song inspired by original “Planting Seeds” song by Daniel Nahmod, 2006, from his ‘Water’ album

Lyrics

Intro:
I spent a long time runnin
I never knew then, what I know I know now,
That the fruits they always comin’
But you can’t go around just knockin’ them down
It takes a long time to showin’
We plant the seeds then, and we look at them now,
But the roots are always growin’
No matter if I’m there or never around…

Chorus:

Whatever grows will grow,
Whatever dies will die
Whatever works will work
Whatever flies will fly,
Whatever fails will fail|
What’s meant to soar will soar,
I am planting seeds nothing more

Verse 1:

Its like your whole life you’ve been training for this moment
And when the time comes you just disown it,
Meaning you just surrender don’t control it,
Not interested in the clay pots and moldin’
Or sitting next to the path, tryin’ to unfold it
Or waiting for the fruits to fall down toward ya’
You let it go and now your flowing feeling quite gorgeous
So you take steps away instead of towards it,
What a rush, feeling freedom with nothing to hold
We’ve been taught that what you touch will always turn to gold
But now we’re learning when we let it go, it overflows
With no credit to take cuz no credit is owned
A higher power working deeper when the seeds are sowed
And when the seeds are true, then they’re seeds of gold
But the real gold is joy, when life starts to flow
And when it does, you just smile, cuz now you know!

Bridge:

I spent a long time runnin
I never knew then, what I know I know now,
That the fruits they always comin’
But you can’t go around just knockin’ them down
It takes a long time to showin’
We plant the seeds then, and we look at them now,
But the roots are always growin’
No matter if I’m there or never around…

[Chorus x3]

Song Lyric Sunday: Little Trees

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Helen’s direction for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is to share lyrics from a song that has something to do with nature.

Since a major focus in my life right now is freeing trees from invasive plants such as blackberry vines and ivy, I decided to look for songs that talked about trees. The first one that drew me was Michael Mitchell’s song “Little Trees”. While I liked that one a lot, I decided to consider songs from a wide variety of sources. I listened to Bob McGrath (1922) singing a musical version of Joyce Kilmer’s poem- Trees, Metalicca’s- Blackened,  Rush’s- The Trees, and Enya’s- Memory of Trees.

These songs varied from hopeful to apocalyptic. I decided to go with the first one I had listened to, one that was written for the purpose of teaching children about trees. Michael Mitchell wrote “Little Trees” for Sesame Street. It is part of his album Canada is for Kids: Volume 1.

Lyrics

LITTLE TREES

I’d like to take a walk in the woods
Come with me, do you think you could
We’ll find a tree that we can climb
We’ll have fun all afternoon

Chorus:
Little trees need a chance to grow
It takes time and care
They’re a lot like us you know

So many kinds of different trees
They look like one big family
Big ones, short ones, baby ones too
I’ll name this one after you

It’ll be a long time before he
Is tall and strong like a grown up tree
For now he’s just a kid like us
Playing out in the woods

For the video, I picked Phantom Ember singing the song. I didn’t have much luck finding out information about Phantom Ember. From what I’ve read, I’m wondering if it is the ghost of Ember McClaine from a Nickelodeon animated television series Danny Phantom. Am I right?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcJSU9dy1vU

Song Lyric Sunday: Blues

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The direction for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is to share lyrics from a Blue’s song. Sreejit from The Seeker’s Dungeon, and who also happens to be my son :), has composed and sung numerous Blue’s songs over the years. The one I have chosen to share here is called Feel My Blues.

Lyrics

Hear my words and be confused
as you look into my eyes and feel my blues
happiness is hiding from
the darkness to which my heart has clung.

Oooh wooh oh oh
Lost control

I hold the answers but my heart wants more
don’t even care what I’ve been fighting for –
dreams are there to hold me down
forsaking the peace that I have found.

But so long as I hold on to sleep
– it keeps me in darkness
– I’ll go on pretending.

Hear my words and be confused
as you look into my eyes and feel my blues
happiness is hiding from
the darkness to which my heart has clung.

To contentment I’ve said goodbye
there will never be any compromise
as I fight for what could never be
and stir the fire that burns within me.

It doesn’t take but a moment
to destroy a life’s work beyond all atonement.

Hear my words and be confused
as you look into my eyes and feel my blues
happiness is hiding from
the darkness to which my heart has clung.

Tearing down old walls
to make space for new ones –
enjoying the comfort of being
wrapped in illusion.

Hear my words and be confused
as you look into my eyes and feel my blues
happiness is hiding from
the darkness to which my heart has clung.

Oooh wooh oh oh
Lost control

Song Lyric Sunday: The Thrill is Gone

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It no longer is Sunday, but I want to participate in this week’s Song Lyric Sunday so I’m going to! This week we were asked to write about a band we heard at a recent concert. The last concert I attended was on March 3, 2014. At that time I went to hear BB King at the Moore Theater in Seattle. He was 88 years-old at the time.

The opening band was Ayron Jones and the Way. The young people in the crowd went wild with joy as he played. Al and the friends that we went with loved his music too, but it just wasn’t for me. A few minutes ago, I listened to one of his songs on YouTube: Baptized in Muddy Waters. I know the music is good, and I love his voice; it just isn’t a style of music I enjoy listening to.

After Ayron Jones finished, BB King’s band played numerous songs. At one point, BB King walked on stage and sat down. He seemed very old and weak. He played his guitar a little and sang a couple of lines of The Thrill is Gone, but for the most part, he just talked to us. I sensed that I was sitting at the feet of a great Master and felt extremely honored to have that privilege. He died on May 14, 2015.

I could say much more about BB King but I’ve decided to let his music speak for him. I chose a video  from a concert that he did along with Eric Clapton. I don’t know what year that concert occurred, but BB King’s hair was gray and how he looks on the video reminds me of the man that I experienced that night in 2014.

The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong
And you’ll be sorry someday

The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away from me
The thrill is gone
TheIt’s gone away from me
Though I’ll still live on
But so lonely I’ll be

The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away for good
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away for good
Someday I’ll be over it all
Like I know a good man should

I’m free baby
Free from your spell
I’m free, free baby
Free from your spell
Now that it’s all over
All I can do is wish you well

Now it’s all over
All I can do is wish you well

Written by Lew Brown, Ray Henderson • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

 

Song Lyric Sunday: Home

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I often refer to a sense of being home when I am describing various aspects of my life journey, especially my spiritual journey. There are many places and experiences that feel like home to me. For example, I feel at home when I am in my house in Seattle; I feel at home when I’m with my children; I feel at home when I am at Seabeck Conference Center on the Olympic Peninsula; I feel at home when I am with Amma and I feel at home when I am in altered states of consciousness that take me to spiritual bliss or deep peace. So these were the types of experiences I thought of when I first discovered that the theme of Song Lyric Sunday this week is Home. Continue reading “Song Lyric Sunday: Home”

Song Lyric Sunday: Black Boys/White Boys

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I was a bit surprised when I discovered that the theme for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday was sex. I thought that would be a tough one for me to participate in as I didn’t think I knew any songs about sex, but that belief quickly turned out to be wrong.

Yesterday, I posted two songs about hair, my own (Sixty-eight Years of Hair) and a reblog of my son’s (Nearly Forty-two Years of Hair.) My friend Kathie from ChosenPerspectives used a video clip from Hair in her comment to my post. The songs from that musical are an important part of my history and I love them. I had no doubt I could find a song fitting for this week’s challenge in that play.

Hair: the American Tribal Love-Rock is a musical about the 1960’s hippie counterculture and sexual revolution. It was controversial for it’s depiction of drug use, irreverence for the American flag, profane language, racially integrated cast and ending nude scene. It opened off-Broadway in 1967 and on-Broadway in 1969. That version ran for 1750 performances. There have been many other productions of the Hair musical in the U.S. and Europe since then.

I attended the Atlanta International Pop Festival in 1970 and the cast from Hair performed there. I also thoroughly enjoyed watching a production of Hair  with a friend in Seattle 8-10 years ago. I had forgotten about the nude scene at the end so that was quite a surprise!

The songs I have chosen for this Song Lyric Sunday are Black Boys and White Boys.

Black Boys Lyrics

I’ve got, baby
I’ve got, baby
I’ve got, baby…
Black boys are delicious
Chocolate flavored love
Licorice lips like candy
Keep my cocoa handy
I have such a sweet tooth
When it comes to love
Black boys are delicious
Mocha mousse, hot fudge
Maple syrup plenty
Hot brown sugar daddies,
They are my desert trays
When it comes to love
Once I tried a diet
Of quiet, rest, no sweets
But I went nearly crazy
And I went nearly crazy
Because I really craved for
My chocolate flavored treats
Oh!
Black boys are nutritious
Black boys fill me up
Black boys are so damn yummy
They satisfy my tummy
Black boys are delicious
Raisins in the sun
Black, black, black,
Black, black, black,
Black, black,
Black boys!

 

White boys are so pretty
Skin as smooth as milk
White boys are so pretty
Hair like Chinese silk
White boys give me goose bumps
White boys give me chills
When they touch my shoulder
That’s the touch that kills
Well, my momma calls ’em lilies
I call ’em Piccadillies
My daddy warns me stay away
But I say white boy come on and play
White boys are so groovy
White boys are so tough
Every time that they’re near me
Just can’t get enough
White boys are so pretty
White boys are so sweet
White boys drive me crazy
Drive me indiscreet
White boys are so sexy
Legs so long and lean
Love those sprayed-on trousers
Love the love machine
My brother calls ’em rubble
That’s my kind of trouble
My daddy warns me “no no no no”
But I say “White boys go go go go”
White boys are so lovely
Beautiful as girls
I love to run my fingers
And toes through all their curls
Give me a tall
A lean
A sexy
A sweet
A pretty
A juicy
White boy
Black boys!
White boys!
Black boys!
White boys!
Mixed media

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2HnG9V6T98

Song Lyric Sunday: Anger

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The theme for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is anger. The tune that came to my mind was Nancy Sinatra’s song These Boots Are Made for Walkin’. It was written by Lee Hazelwood and was released on February 22, 1966.

I enjoyed hearing a song from my past but watching the video was even more fun. The song came out when I was 17, six or seven months before I moved to Seattle… to go to college. It is highly unlikely I would have seen the video back then so I appreciate the opportunity to see it now.

You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You’ve been a’messin’ where you shouldn’t ‘ve been a’messin’
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep lyin’ when you oughta be truthin’
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin’ when you oughta be a’changin’
What’s right is right but you ain’t been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

You keep playing where you shouldn’t be playing
And you keep thinking that you’ll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I’ve just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what he knows you ain’t had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you

Song Lyric Sunday: Bhagyada Lakshmi Baramma

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Last week, I was introduced to the amazing child singer, Sooryagayathri, from Kerala, India. I shared information about her, as well as three of her songs, in a previous post.

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I decided to use another one of her songs for my contribution to this week’s Song Lyric Sunday event. (The directions for the event were to “share a song you’ve heard recently for the first time and fell in love with.”) The song, Bhagyada Lakshmi Baramma is a tribute to Lakshmi, the Hindu Goddess of Wealth, Fortune and Prosperity, both material and spiritual. It was written in Kannada, a South Indian language, by Saint Purandara Dasa.

Lyrics

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Hejjaya mele hejjeyanikkuta gejje kalgala dhvaniya toruta
Sajjana sadhu pujeya velege majjigeyolagina benneyante

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Kanaka vrstiya kareyuta bare mana kamanaya siddhiya tore
Dinakara koti tejadi holeva janakarayana kumari vedha

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Attittalagalade bhaktara maneyali nitya mahotsava nitya sumangala
Satyava toruva sadhu sajjanara cittadi holeva puttali bombe

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Sankhye illada bhagyava kottu kankana kaiya tiruvuta bare
Kunkumankite pankaja locane Venkataramanana binkada rani

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

Sakkare tuppada kaluve harisi shukravaradha pujaya velage
Akkareyulla alagiri rangana cokka Purandara Vithalana rani

Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma nammamma ni sau
Bhagyada Lakshmi baramma ……

English Translation

Oh, Goddess of fortune. Laksmi devi ! Do come slowly with your anklets making the jingling sound. Come to us like butter emerging out of buttermilk when it is churned. Come and shower on us a rain of gold and fufilll our aspirations. Come with the brightness of countless number of rays of the sun. Come and bless us; Oh, Devi, who has taken incarnation as Sita. Oh, lotus eyed Devi who is the pride of Mahavishnu. Come and appear before us wearing the shining golden bracelets on your wrists and the auspicious vermilion mark on your forehead! Oh, consort of Purandaravitthala, welcome to you who shine auspiciously in the hearts of great sages. Oh, Queen of Alagiri Ranga, come to our worship on Friday when streams of ghee and sugar will overflow!

Sooryagayathri was nine years old when the video below was recorded. The man who is with her is her teacher, Kuldeep Pai.

I hope you enjoy her pure, mesmerizing voice. If you do, you can find more of her recordings on YouTube.

Photo Credit: http://hinduism.about.com/od/hindugoddesses/p/lakshmi.htm

 

So Far Away

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Helen’s prompt for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is to post a song about missing someone you love. I thought of my adult children who live in Amma’s ashram in Amritapuri, India.

Carole King’s song So Far Away definitely meets the criteria. While I wouldn’t want Sreejit and Chaitanya to live anywhere else, I can sure relate to these lines of the song: “So far away” and “It would be so fine to see your face at my door.”

So Far Away, written by Carole King, was released March 1971 on her album Tapestry.

Lyrics:

So far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know you’re just time away

Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
Oh, how I wish I could
But you’re so far away

One more song about moving along the highway
Can’t say much of anything that’s new
If I could only work this life out my way
I’d rather spend it being close to you

But you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know you’re so far away

Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothing else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don’t come to own me
There’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find

But you’re so far away
Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn’t help to know you’re so far away

The Power of One

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Helen, thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you for asking us to pick a song featured in a movie as our Song Lyric Sunday entry this week. My song is one I had been thinking about during the week, called Southland Concerto. Since it is a protest song, I had been wishing it had come to my mind last week when that was your prompt.

Southland Concerto is from one of my favorite movies, The Power of One. The movie is set in South Africa during World War II, a time when apartheid ruled. This particular song was sung in a section of the movie that was about an internment camp. If I remember right, it was performed by a large group of black prisoners who had been directed to provide a concert for dignitaries and guards.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O86lYE_brQQ

There are no translations available, but the movie script certainly gives a good hint. The script says:

[the African inmates are singing a song in Zulu, insulting the prison guards. One of the guards caught up with Piet (a prisoner) and asks him what they are singing about]

Sgt. Bowmann: What are they singing?

Geel Piet: [translating] They run this way. They run that way. They are confused. They are afraid.

Sgt. Bowmann: We are afraid?

[shouts]

Sgt. Bowmann: We are afraid?

Geel Piet: You are cowards.

I still feel inspired whenever I see or think about this movie. It reminds me that each one of us can make a difference. If you have not watched it before, I would highly recommend that you do.