Archive for May, 2008

Dancing in the Dark

May 29, 2008

Wednesday’s Headlines read:

Sexual abuse by UN peacekeepers

I think Bruce Cockburn’s song accurately describes this human predicament.I shudder at the thought that I’m equally as capable of heinous acts: I know that because of my own darkness.


Burden of the Angel/Beast

From the lying mirror to the movement of stars
Everybody’s looking for who they are
Those who know don’t have the words to tell
And the ones with the words don’t know too well

Chorus:

Could be the famine
Could be the feast
Could be the pusher
Could be the priest
Always ourselves we love the least
That’s the burden of the angel/beast


Birds of paradise — birds of prey
Here tomorrow, gone today
Cross my forehead, cross my palm

Don’t cross me or I’ll do you harm

Could be the famine
Could be the feast
Could be the pusher
Could be the priest
Always ourselves we love the least
That’s the burden of the angel/beast


We go crying, we come laughing
Never understand the time we’re passing
Kill for money, die for love
Whatever was God thinking of?

Could be the famine
Could be the feast
Could be the pusher
Could be the priest
Always ourselves we love the least
That’s the burden of the angel/beast

Listen to the song

Yosemite National Park

May 20, 2008

My last few days in America is glittered with fond memories of nature.

Brideveil Falls

Down peppers the rain from a clear blue sky
Down trickles a tear on a youthful face
Feeling in haste and wondering why
Up struggles the sun from a wounded night
Out venture our hearts from their silent shrouds
Trying to ignite but wondering how

We can laugh and we can cry
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows
We can dance and we can sigh
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows

Young dreamers explode like popped balloons
Some kind of emotional rodeo
Learning too slow and acting too soon
Time marches away like a lost platoon
We gracefully age as we feel the weight
Of loving too late and leaving too soon

We can laugh and we can cry
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows
We can dance and we can sigh
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows

Written by Mark Heard © 1990 Ideola Music

Boston, Massachusetts

May 12, 2008

Street Performances in Boston


Percussion

NYC

May 8, 2008

NYC Paranoma