Rag'n'Bone Man - Human

When I wake up to a song that I don't know, my mind tends to latch on to words that are repeated. In the case of 'human' by 'Rag'n'Bone Man' ~ obviously ~ it were the words

I'm only human after all
Don't put your blame on me

Growing up my parents taught us that it's never about putting the blame somewhere (and they would attest to the fact that my siblings and I were world champions at placing the blame in spite of their unrelenting urging to the contrary). According to my parents, it was all about recognizing the problem and trying to find a solution so that the problem was avoided in the future, or at least remidiated. Before that background, of course, I had to hunt down the song, and the artist, and the lyrics ... and I'm so glad I did ~

Human
Rag'n'Bone Man

I'm only human
I'm only, I'm only
I'm only human, human

Maybe I'm foolish
Maybe I'm blind
Thinking I can see through this
And see what's behind

Skating Away on the Thin Ice of the New Day - Jethro Tull (HD)

YAY \ö/ ~ the weekend's here. And it's brought snowflakes along 😊 It just feels right to go 'Skating Away' with Jethro Tull. Admittedly, the song is not quite that exuberant when you look at the lyrics. 

And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run. ...

Perhaps it's because of the deeper contemplation that I keep playing it in my mind ~

Skating Away (On The Thin Ice Of The New Day)
Jethro Tull

Meanwhile back in the year One, when you belonged to no-one
You didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.

Bruce Springsteen - Streets Of Philadelphia

It's quite amazing -and saddening- how quickly the warm, golden glow of Christmas fades into memoryland while the rush and hustle accompanying the preparation for the looming year's end takes over ... It's grey outside and the cold drizzle seems to seep into the bones and my mind keeps playing 'Streets of Philadelphia' by Bruce Springsteen ~ oh, well, just one of those days ...

Streets of Philadelphia
Bruce Springsteen

I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt.
I was unrecognizable to myself.
Saw my reflection in a window and didn't know my own face.

Lauren Daigle - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

... peace on earth, and good will toward men ...

Music video by Lauren Daigle performing Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. (C) 2016 Centricity Music

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on
Our troubles will be out of sight

Kansas - Dust in the Wind

Back in the ~ few but -oh- so memorable ~ days playing with a group, 'Dust in the Wind' by Kansas was among the songs I loved best. It's hard to pin down why, perhaps it's because there is a certain fragility transcending the lyrics, the guitar line, the violin's melody, the vocals ... and -to me- everything combines to a perfect whole. And it's a song befitting the peace and quiet tonight ... 

Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever, but the earth and sky
It's there always
And all your money won't another minute buy ...

Dust in the Wind
Kansas

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

I close my eyes
Only for a moment, then the moment's gone

John Mellencamp - Farewell, Angelina

Sometimes I run into a song and it strikes me: The song dates back to the 60ies ~ alas, it could have been written yesterday ... Farewell, Angelina written by Bod Dylan is one of those songs ~ I'm using the version by John Mellencamp here because that's the version I heard first ...

The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks ...

Farewell, Angelina
Bob Dylan

Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound

Antony and The Johnsons - River Of Sorrow

Somebody follows a fake news story on the internet. Taking the story for real he becomes so wrought up that he dons his superman cape (my embellishment), grabs his firearm, and heads out to shoot some villain in righteous anger … or so he thinks. If it hadn’t been that the story fueling his ire was – now, how do I put this mildly – well, the story was a big pile of lies and, thus, our would be hero ends up being nothing more than just another gun-wielding ... moron? ...

Can you see the light
At the end of the dark passageway
Take me with you towards this light ...

River of Sorrow
Antony And The Johnsons

There is a black river
It passes by my window
And late at night
All dolled up like Christ
I walk the water
Between the piers