Musical Mondays: Feelin’ Philosophical


Though not strictly religious in nature, my first song today is definitely spiritual. Spiritual as in…helps me remember what I’m doing. My favorite line:

“In the beginning was the myth/Chapter One starts like this/Blank and calm and full of expectancy/I’m standing exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Please forgive the singer for looking like one of the Village People. What do you expect from a band crazy enough to move from Hawaii to Chicago?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIQYKV1FVTQ

Hey! Hey! Hey!/Slippy side, Side-Side-Side go to go/
a long time gone and a long time past so soon so soon/Lack Luster Lack Luster how can I muster/The faith That I need to see The Things I need to see/on again off again Bronco/try to hold on to the ribs of the situation at hand.
a long time gone and a long time past,/since I felt That Things were within my grasp. . ./ wheel roll round round, round, round — hear that Sound.
Leaning longingly against The window/falling forlorn to the ground, ground, ground. . . when I wonder/when I whistle/when I’m wandering Through The Thistles when I’m tangled up in Bristles hey! hey! hey!
Beautifully Pained like an angel in purgatory/wrapped up and exhaulted/immaculate in melancholy/She (sea) sure (shore) rose and/The sand fell Through her hands grain after grain after grain!
“In the Beginning was The Myth”/Chapter one starts like this. . . /”Blank and Calm, and full of expectancy.” (Herman Hess’ “peter Caminziad”) I’m standing exactly where I’m Supposed to be. . .
Twisting and Tumbling, not Standing or fumbling.

The next one is from an unexpected source…if there is such a thing. Again, more philosophical than “spiritual” in the sense of communing with deities…but guidance is guidance. This song makes me think about all those allegories we have about rivers. You know, sink or swim, fight the tide or go with the flow…that sort of thing. Sometimes swimming upstream is a good thing, and sometimes its just time to float. I guess the vital decision is knowing which one to do when.

I like the original version, but this one has the lyrics on it which means I can be lazy. Feel free to look up the original if you’re in the mood.

Oh, and for those who are hyper-critical about The Monkees…Davey Jones wrote the lyrics. So there.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dPMIJKr_9A

And speaking of rivers…this selection is one that I use with Ochun. It’s not even remotely traditional, but this is the way I think of her. Because she’s “slow like honey, heavy with mood,” and I really think so many people misunderstand her. Some paint Ochun as an Yoruban Venus/Aphrodite, some refer to her as some sort of loose woman. Not true…she’s beautiful, deep, changing, and moving…but that’s her big secret.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSNHuD3sFoA

You moved like honey in my dream last night/Yeah, some old fires were burning/You came near to me/and you endeared to me/But you couldn’t quite discern me
Does that scare you?/I’ll let you run away/But your heart will not oblige you/You’ll remember me like a melody/Yeah, I’ll haunt the world inside you
And my big secret — gonna win you over slow like honey, heavy with mood
I’ll let you see me I’ll covet your regard/I’ll invade your demeanor/And you’ll yield to me like a scent in the breeze/and you’ll wonder what it is about me
It’s my big secret — keeping you coming slow like honey, heavy with mood
Though dreams can be deceiving/like faces are to hearts they serve for sweet relieving/ ****when fantasy and reality lie too far apart****
So I stretch myself across, like a bridge/and I pull you to the edge/And I stand there waiting trying to attain the end/to satisfy the story Shall I release you?/Must I release you?/ As I rise to meet my glory
But my big secret — gonna hover over your life/gonna keep you reaching when I’m gone like yesterday/when I’m high like heaven when I’m strong like music/
Cause I’m slow like honey, and heavy with mood

Granted, none of these artists wrote these songs with my ideas in mind. They have their own ideas. But that’s what great about art. It speaks to us individually; we bring our own perspectives to it, see/hear things differently. What means something to me will be completely different to you. And that’s more than alright.

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About Camylleon

I don't need gurus, and sure don't want to be one. I'm not here to buy stuff or to sell it. I am just another spiritual wanderer, trying to figure it all out. My blend? A little Santeria, a little Polytheism, a little Spiritism and shake gently. Comments are closed...because I detest drama. I'm not completely anti-social though. If you've got questions, shoot me a email. Camylleon at hotmail dot com...
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