What are you listening to?

Mike Oldfields 'Tubular Bells' has been mentioned earlier in the thread. I thought I'd link it again because I liked it a lot when I was younger. It was a piece of music that was introduced by my 8th grade music teacher and it had a big impact on me. I remember the music teacher saying that Mike Oldfield played every instrument in the piece.

One of the things that I found out about Tubular Bells much later is that some of the musical score was used for the movie 'The Exorcist'. I've thought about it again since this post of Laura's and wondered if the reason why I was so impressed by the music was because, as an instrumental, maybe it speaks to wordless experiences and some of the crescendos in the piece can bring me to tears, no mean feat since I don't cry easily, and give me goose bumps. The ringing of the tubular bells towards the end has also felt deeply satisfying as the back ground music and rhythm smoothes and becomes gentler upon his announcement of the tubular bells.

Oldfield also had a family break up when he was 7, his mother became addicted to barbiturates after the death of his younger brother and she was institutionalised for the most of the rest of her life. When he was 10 his father bought him his first guitar. I feel as though this piece, written when he was 19, was his own artistic expression of both the hurt and his attempt at healing his early experiences.

"Think when the bells do chime,
'T is angels' music."

-George Herbert

This is the original and unfortunately it has advertisements.

 
Listening to this Irish-Mercan fellow for years, and he's growing into a real fine songwriter: This is the dream!

 

"A Silent House"
(from "Mayans M.C." soundtrack)

Heal, heal, heal
Heal, heal

Never can a man get lost
Seeking out a higher grade

Now marching at an order, given by a-
Nother to behave
And never can a man be seen
Hidin' in the willow tree
The pulling at the branches, always keeping
One eye on the scene

In a silent house
Where Adam lost Eve
The truth kept hidden for a moment
My brothers of thunder
My sisters of steel

Teach me the ways of the broken
'Cause together we run
In pieces, we...

Heal, heal, heal


At every corner hanging heads
The neighborhood smells of death
Leaving just a street light only witness
To the killing hand of man
And never can a man stay then
If the spirit isn't dead with him
You'll find him in the garden, digging holes
Like an angry little kid


In a silent house
Where Adam lost Eve
The truth kept hidden for a moment
My brothers of thunder
My sisters of steel
Teach me the ways of the broken
'Cause together we run
In pieces, we...

Heal, heal, heal
Heal (never can a man get lost)
Heal (seeking out a higher grade)
Heal
 
An a cappella version of Greensleeves



Greensleeves
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.

(Chorus:)
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.

Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.

(Chorus)

I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.

(Chorus)

If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.

(Chorus)

My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

(Chorus)

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

(Chorus)

Well, I will pray to God on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.

(Chorus)

Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.

(Chorus)
 
"Smokin & Drinkin"

"I'm on my bullshit
Bar-stool pimpin
On a southern fried chicken
On a whiskey-soaked August day
And she told me last summer
That she lost her only lover
'Cause he's got himself locked away
He was cooking meth, trippin'
She was on a pole strippin'
Just American as apple pie
Now she's looking for a lover
'Cause she wanna be a mother
Trying to show me that she's ride or die
She looks a little bit weathered
But she's down for whatever
And she probably knows a trick or two
Says she got a few friends
If you got a couple ends
Boy they'd probably let you -flick- them too

I'm on my bullshit
Smokin' and drinkin'
Just wasting my time
No worrying no thinking
More women, more wine

I'm on my bullshit
Smokin' and drinkin'
Just wasting my time
No worrying no thinking
More women, more wine

I'm on my bullshit
Drinkin' with some trouble
'Til I start to see double
And they put me in city jail
Sometimes you may have problems
And the only way to solve 'em
Is to always walk around with bail
I lost a few nights
And I lost a couple fights
Blacked out on a whiskey binge
I sold a lot of ticks
-flicked- a bunch of hot chicks
And a couple that might make you cringe
Got to keep it one hundred
I'll say it if I done it
Don't give a -flick- about how you feel
All you cheaters and liars
With your cheap amplifiers
Talk about how you're "Keepin' it real"

I'm on my bullshit
Smokin' and drinkin'
Just wasting my time
No worrying no thinking
More women, more wine

I'm on my bullshit
Smokin' and drinkin'
Just wasting my time
No worrying no thinking
More women, more wine

I'm on my bullshit
Low temp dabbin'
Pistol grip grabbin'
I'm a chrome plated man of steel
Severely underrated
Occasionally I'm hated
'Cause I like to tell it how I feel
When push come to shove
Got a whole lotta love
For the people still holdin' me down
Made a whole lotta ends
And I kept a few friends
Whole time I've been -flicking-g around

I'm on my bullshit
Smokin' and drinkin'
Just wasting my time
No worrying no thinking
More women, more wine

I'm on my bullshit
Smokin' and drinkin'
Just wasting my time
No worrying no thinking
More women, more wine

I'm on my bullshit"

- Everlast : Erik Schrody
Everlast - Recherche Google


 
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