Believer

This is a very cool version of a cool song and a very awesome music project.

Someone posted a link to their cover version of One Day by Matisyahu and it lead me to the Imagine Dragons cover above. “Believer” is the one that got stuck in my head so that’s the one I am sharing first, but “One Day” is so poignant and just so beautiful I didn’t want to not share it, just because it wasn’t an earworm.

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down by the shore

The lyric going through my head over and over was “down by the shore”. Turns out it’s from the song “The Curse” by Agnes Obel. She keeps coming up on my YouTube suggestions and I keep following the links so it’s no surprise a song by her would find it’s way burrowed into my brain. I find her music incredibly beautiful.

The Curse

And the people went into their hide, they oh
From the start they didn’t know exactly why, why
Winter came and made it so all look alike, look alike
Underneath the grass would grow, aiming at the sky
It was swift, it was just, another wave of a miracle
But no one, nothing at all would go for the kill
If they called on every soul in the land, on the moon
Only then would they know a blessing in disguise
The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before
The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before
Tell me now of the very souls that look alike, look alike
Do you know the stranglehold covering their eyes?
If I call on every soul in the land, on the moon
Tell me if I’ll ever know a blessing in disguise
The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before
And the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before

Songwriters: Agnes Caroline Thaarup Obel

The Curse lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

 

Í Tokuni

I had this stuck in my head last night and this morning, but the only thing I could remember is I probably heard during a YouTube listening session. I hoped a look through the YouTube history would help and it was quite close to the top so the search was easy!

Nothing Else Matters

Woke up with this song prominently singing itself through my brain. Typical girl liking the slow song of a heavy metal band the best. But this really is such an awesome song. I like Metallica, I like their heavy stuff too. It’s just this song is so full of passion artistry and meaning. It shows off many reasons why they are such a good band with the longevity they have had.

Another thing that shows off how Metallica is a musically awesome band is the show they did with the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra. I like the whole S&M (Symphony and Metallica) album, all the music melds well with the orchestral additions. So here is that version too.

The reason, most likely, this song was stuck in my head, is that I have been listening to a very interesting instrumental cover lately. Nothing says heavy metal like renaissance lute.

Save the Doodles Event Ongoing!

The sale on pieces of paper with drawings on them is ongoing on Facebook until February 1 midnight Central time. I set up a gallery album on Facebook with all the art that is a part of this deal. I photographed each piece with rulers so the sizes would be obvious. Anyone who pledges the postage to get some art sent, gets that art, unless more than one person wants it, then it’s a bidding war and the top bidder will get the art sent to them. Anyone who pledges on art from the specifically assigned gallery has a chance to get a piece of art that was not bid on. So I recommend hitting the like button on anything that catches your fancy too, you know, just in case…

Also, I don’t expect anyone to watch the whole video, but I wanted to show some of the fancy metallic sparkly pieces off with a video because movement brings out the vibrancy that a still photo does not. I ended up showing off the whole pile though so it’s a little long. The cats make appearances too.

If you are interested in art from any other gallery, it might not be available as an original for various reasons. Some of it might be a work in progress or something I still want to play around with. Some of it is digital painting, so there is no physical original. These ones I tend to have prints for sale through Print on Demand sights such as Fine Art America/ Pixels or Redbubble or CafePress. And there are a few pieces that I just can’t give up quite yet. They hold special meaning or I was especially fond of it for some reason. Again I have many for sale as prints and other merchandise on those Print on Demand sights. Some of the line drawings are good for colouring book pages, and some of those digital files end up on my Patreon for a small subscription.

Why, why, why, Why Me?

This song was trying to get stuck in my head. I did not search it out yet it kept popping up on nearly every YouTube generated song list I listened to. Not that I don’t like it. I like it very much, but I never yet had to search it out because I specifically wanted to hear it. The video is such fun too.

When the Sun Fell Down

And the Moon Fails to Rise.

These are the lyrics running through my head this morning. Planted by the Gary Numan song “When the World comes Apart”. I think I have been making up for lost time consuming as much of his music since I rediscovered this artist with the song and video for “My name is Ruin“.

 

 

 

The Stolen Child

The melody stolen from this version of this song was running through my head this morning. It’s not in English so the lyrics weren’t there so much. I believe this tune was written by Loreena McKennitt and the lyrics are from the poem by W. B. Yeats, but the video of this version is very beautiful.

The original poem:

The Stolen Child

  1. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939

 

Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;

There we’ve hid our faery vats,

Full of berrys

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

Away with us he’s going,

The solemn-eyed:

He’ll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal chest.

For he comes, the human child,

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

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