Posts Tagged ‘singer songwriter’
From Tim Grimm
.
.
Broken Truth
Here we go again, thought we’d been down that road
Thought we’d left it all behind us I guess we should have known
It’s fight or flight it’s so far from being great
Can’t believe that laughing fool might lead us to our fate
Don’t it break your heart? Cause it breaks my heart
Damn that man who tears this country apart
He’s got no shame, he’s got no soul
He’s got no poetry inside to make him whole
When I was a kid in Public School
I thought we’d learned a thing or two beyond the Golden rule
Put faith in science, truth in words
Acts of kindness and hope for all the world
Don’t it break your heart? Cause it breaks my heart
Damn that man who tears this country apart
He’s got no shame, he’s got no soul
He’s got no poetry inside to make him whole
Sometimes we walk a thin line with our heads deep in the sand
One man’s sense of justice ties another woman’s hands
And the simple price of freedom to be left alone and dream
Is in the hands of his judges who just bend the laws and scheme
Don’t it break your heart? Cause it breaks my heart
Damn that man who tears this country apart
He’s got no shame, he’s got no soul
He’s got no poetry inside to make him whole
If you follow him, and you can count to seven
If you call yourself a Christian and you believe in Heaven
Greed, Lust, Sloth, Pride, Envy, Gluttony and Wrath
It’s clear as day- they stormed the house,
All the hate inside his little mouth
Damn that man
Nine years we’ve lived with sorrow, nine years we shook our heads
The Times they are a Changin’, Honey in the Lion’s head
It’s time we lift the hammer and ring them bells instead
It’s time we stamp these fires out and let the peace be spread
Don’t it break your heart? Cause it breaks my heart
Damn that man who tears this country apart
He’s got no shame, he’s got no soul
He’s got no poetry inside to make him whole
℗ 2025 Tim Grimm
.
.
Just Like
The Grammy Award for Song of the Year went to Bonnie Raitt on Sunday night for the title song of her latest album, “Just Like That.” I’m willing to bet that most of you haven’t listened to the song. I hope you will use five minutes of your time to listen while following the lyrics. She has written a precious heartstring-puller.
Before you decide to focus on the song, watch this video of her reaction to the announcement of her win and hear her acceptance speech:
.
.
You can read the lyrics while listening to the song here:
.
.
You might want to have a tissue handy.
.
.
Caught Up
For a day or two now, we are caught up with mowing all that is growing at the peak rate typical for June. Yesterday was a perfect day for cutting grass with the lawn tractor. It was dry with a nice breeze and the grass wasn’t overgrown. I was able to mow at high speed, there were no piles of clippings, and the finish looks top notch. I will enjoy it for the rarity it was because I regularly find myself facing one or multiple versions of cutting complications.
Cyndie raked the clippings in the labyrinth after giving them a day to dry out and it is looking its best, as well. Did I mention that, after a good night’s sleep, Cyndie was feeling back to her healthy old self?
I tried wearing my earbuds under the earmuff hearing protection I wear while mowing because I am caught up in a Kris Kristofferson song from 1976 that I just heard for the first time. I’m contemplating trying to memorize it so I can create my own version to play and sing.
“There ain’t nothing sweeter than naked emotions
So you show me yours hon and I’ll show you mine”
I heard Shannon McNally’s version first and then searched for the song origins and found both Kristofferson’s and Willie Nelson’s two versions. It amazes me that I haven’t come across this song sooner in the 46-years since it was written.
All credit goes to MPR’s “Radio Heartland” on the HD2 subchannel of KNOW’s 91.1 MHz. I rarely pursue music beyond my personal library collection anymore, so exposure to new music is mostly limited to what I hear on the radio when traveling in my car. My tastes have begun to age out of MPR’s “The Current” at 89.3 MHz FM so more and more I find myself migrating to the primarily acoustic, singer-songwriter, folk, and Americana offerings on “Heartland.”
“And I wish that I was the answer to all of your questions
Lord knows I know you wish you were the answer to mine”
I am enjoying that this song has finally caught up with me after all these years.
.
.
Unknown Connections
There is so much music that I feel connected to, a lifetime’s worth, really. More to the point, the songwriters and performing artists. They have shared their creative visions and I have absorbed their renditions, on repeating rotations for years and often decades. Some of the people whose work has resonated for me draw me to want to know more about them.
I am an unabashed fan.
Their music is the most listened to in my library. They become connected to me in the unique way of celebrity, in that they have no idea who I am, but to me, it is as if we have become friends.
Upon fantasizing about how things would go if we suddenly found ourselves hanging out together with no agenda or time constraints, I wonder, would the artists of my liking honestly show any sense of connection with me?
My cat seems to like me in a way that hints at a connection. She also will just as quickly demonstrate total disdain. I guess, in reality, that combination of feelings is mutual.
That creative artist who penned lyrics that trip my trigger of perspectives, curiosities, emotions, longings, or visions of the world probably also chews food with their mouth open or has some other odd characteristic that would sour my attraction.
I could get all stalker-like and make my fanaticism known to them to find out for sure, but it makes much more sense to me that I leave the connection unknown, other than my anonymous contribution to their financial success by buying what they are selling and listening to the product of their genius.
The secret to connecting with an artist, in my opinion, is by not knowing anything about them when you meet. If a connection clicks, it isn’t a result of the preconceived perception one would have in mind. I have been curious to know how celebrities feel about meeting people who have no idea about their fame.
I would guess for really famous people, it would be refreshing.
In this scenario, I hope I wouldn’t end up dissing the person like the way my cat disses me.
.
.
Look Ahead
Take a break from the growing fear and uncertainty embedded in the crest of this pandemic wave rolling across the globe and look ahead to the day when it will be a block of time in history. Turn off the news. There will be updated reports awaiting you in the morning. Check those and then get on with your day.
There will be a day when you once again get to hug those you love. Look forward to those moments.
My friend, David Keiski wrote a song about it and performs in this video he created for us all to enjoy at a safe distance. Let his words ring across the world!
.
Don’t be embarrassed about deciding to set it on “repeat.”
.
.
.
Relative Something 