Roundel Skin Iron Ring
Mood of Shite
With Mugen No
Iron Ring Roundel Skin
Roundel Skin Iron Ring
Mood of Shite
With Mugen No
Iron Ring Roundel Skin
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so what !
Its a kind of blue
waiting blue plumbago on green leaves
waiting.. growing.. ready to fall
all together in a modal 12 bars for Freddie
still in the gravity of the dance the flamenco sketches
free for the blues moments but who cares
falling fast with the weight of its reflection
reflections in reversals
kind of blue
We moving fast and strong, and if I think on it quite attractive fire. You down there in the riot would not notice us from earth. We left some day ago and we didn’t make the papers since they are long since dead and gone. The dragon ship is tight and moving along the gravity line between our earth and moon and sun. I looked out just a minute back and saw it rising past our cockpit window screen. Full and bright in the sunshine. Yes right now Idon’t care for your texts or facebook posts of cats and dogs.
In just a minute it will be the new year down in China and our new year as well. I pressed play on Teresa Teng’s 月亮代表我的心 “Yueliang …Wo De Xin”.. in the final minutes of the latest moon dragon phase.
Rolling Jarrett bells of star chords singing with a statement then questions to follow. Who is that strong bright thing in the sky ? That rocket ship sitting so confident and ready to strike ? The man in it and why ? No my love, that represents my heart. Yeah, you know how you kissed me when I left. Now that is how I love you. How the moon is tonight. Do you remember it ?
Slow Slow.. slower.. slow.. we are coming up to the spot … that difficult spot in space … where you have to stop and pause in the Lagrangian moment.
Yes the earth is far enough to have no more impact that it’s favourite moon now.
A space ship in sound around in a quiet space with engines stopped and slow moving very slow you wouldnt know of course but waiting on no power. Then I thought carefully. That moon reflects my heart. So you could look up now and see it and know it is how my heart is. A change of heart. I did it just to please you. But now I wish you were here or I was there. Just outside it… waiting on a Lagrangian point of love.
Photo of ‘Heart in a Bowl’ attribution : Auntie K : Flickr.
[Keith Jarrett : Koln Concert: Track 4.. 6 minutes.]
Borrowed a CD from the Library.. It’s a rather old CD. Old liner notes, played often. Sight unseen. Let’s see what it sounds like.
Dreamlike the sounds of the buzzing electronica to a march. Just looking for a protest of song. Lyrical colors of protest change.
Sounds a bit like Icehouse, don’t know why, probably the 2/4 beat with an offbeat guitar against a rather sweet voice on the Paradisco track.
how very appropriate after all the rain we’ve had here on the East Coast of Australia in the past weekend. Try to stay.. what ? anyway sounds like 2 bars one of 2/4 then a 4/4 follow up bar, repeated, again Charlotte seems to like having the voice against the basic drum beat, once again with synth in the background. Simple and colorful, nice like the way if the rain is soft it could cover you, providing not too cold, heavy or torrential. Somehow I think thats not the way it happens here in Australia these days. We had about 210 millimeters of rain in one day filling up the Otto recycling bin.
Well its a nice calm introduction in a slow trudge lazy style of thinking. Waiting as usual for someone to talk on the phone. Just like what happens when the robots call you up for telemarketing efficiency, though I doubt that is what Charlotte has in mind. More actively, how do you feel ? Feel when someone actually never picks up the phone. Like they somehow don’t understand or don’t actually want to talk to you right now. Gone just like a ghost. Just in the dark end of the empty phone right there. These days you don’t need a white telephone, although that is somewhat evocative of telephones in hotels. White phones in white rooms with no real pictures on the walls.
Nice name – a bit quicker, happier with Anna of course. This one has a slightly difficult to follow chorus. I’ve often wondered re – chorus lines – in songs. Yes, I believe the strongest chorus or refrains are those that state and re-state the conclusion of the argument. Examples of proof abound in the actual verses, then the chorus comes through sung by multitudes of disciples who actually agree. Still – not too sure what Anna really thinks.
Like the idea of the lyrical argument in this one. It’s about letting go… knowing when to give up. Of course my own feeling about giving up is … never give up… but we know that is pretty unrealistic… love is a wrecking ball, and I guess if it hits the solid edifice of life you have around you… bits and pieces are going to crash down around you after all. Go on … do it !!!! No … no… not the gun… you don’t need any revolver to help let go. Not sure about this song really .. the argument fails… oh well… never mind.
Sounds like a letter… dear friend… plaintive sounds of being out of touch… do you call, text, skype, or write a letter.. what kind of paper would you use. Lined and fat with thick paper from wallmart. Sensitive thin paper, the kind you might use sitting on a yacht somewhere ? O I think the paper is important, since when getting back in touch it’s the paper that the reader feels the writer sent. Yes the paper is what is about. Could though you send a blank piece ? Probably not, the reader’s mind would get interested, then curious [where is the missing piece] — being out of touch – – got to start somewhere. Who are you out of touch with ? try getting a nice piece of paper and write something on it — perhaps print an email out and send it… since you may have forgotten how to write neatly.
Interesting analogy where we have a nice boat sailing into memory .. delivering the body for memory — the body is memory –.. I like it in a kind of unknowing way. So why give yourself to anyone here… why keep replacing relationships with anyone — will anyone at all really do ? Could you really be anyone ? Not too sure about that..
Love the synth getting a real 3D feel to the song. Like musical poetry, scans a bit like RAP way before it’s time. Like the electronic semi-dance feel to it. The drummer gets a bit carried away with the mechanical torture of the rythm and tries hard to break out momentarily, but the synth cuts him off in the end. I guess a sojourn in an MRI machine is noisy but brief.
So polite Charlotte – I don’t think these days people would be so polite in the way they ask to set on fire.. Still I like this one. Sounds kind of progressive, leaning into a reasonable synth backing with some nice rythms. Kind of pre-punk – anything would be about setting oneself on fire live. I think bands should try hard to avoid singing about matches and fire and stuff, particularly after the disastrous fires we have recently in nightclubs. Nightclubs on the other hand really need to think about having emergency exits that automatically OPEN when a fire breaks out. [Re Kiss night club fire in Santa Maria Brazil Jan 2013].
Jamais is French for NEVER – and I love the word Jamais. I nice 8/8 rythm with the 3rd/7th beat in charge of a kind of question statement. A dialog about a story. What’s that interesting synth solo in the middle. What I like is the music is very uncomplicated and allows you to think over other things while you listen.
O Charlotte, your tracks got me wondering about a few things. Travel, music, wondering, memory, identity. Childlike simplicity. I think all in all, the sparse music is just enough to highlight a beautiful voice with interesting stuff to think about.
Thanks for a pleasant half an hour Charlotte. Will listen again on big speakers soon !.