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Trapped in your mind, the swirling thoughts of dreams and woes surround your every aspiration and whim.
It consumes your attention, and plagues your thoughts, leaving you stranded... alone.
Only the subtle glow from the radio and it's lucid tones, hold you on the edge of reality.
It is here we laugh and cry, relate and hate all at the drop of a solitary note.
Someone seems to relate to us and hears our pleas.

Save us all...
We are trapped with music in our minds.




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Trapped with Music in my Mind...


Sunday, December 25, 2005

Week: Sunday, December 18th, 2005 - Saturday, December 24th, 2005

The Holly & The Ivy
Old French Carol (creator unknown)

The holly and the ivy,
Now both are full well grown
Of all the trees that are in the wood
The holly bears the crown
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the quire

The holly bears a blossom
As white as lily flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our sweet Saviour
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall;
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
For to redeem us all.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir

The holly and the ivy
Now both are full well grown,
Of all the trees that are in the wood,
The holly bears the crown.
O the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the merry organ
Sweet singing of the choir



I have loved this song since I was little. I think that if I had to choose, I'd go back to the old Winter Solstice holiday instead... no not because of the belief issue... but because the majority of the traditions we currently use for Christmas are derrived from Winter Solstice (Holly & Ivy, the 'Christmas Tree', the Yule log, 12th Night, ect...) This song reminds me more of the warm, comforting things about the season. That, and it's more rustic and earthy. Yeah, the Holly & Ivy song is singing about how it's all about Christ's death and all, but to be honest, the reason it was a Winter Solstice item was because it was a symbol that life will be renewed in the spring and that there is hope of rebirth of the nature that surrounds us. To be honest, I like this more simplistic reason to celebrate than for anything commercial or the overboard religious tones that people put on this time of year. *shrugs* I like the song... we're not here to talk about my beliefs (not in this page anyway) we're here for the music. ;)


Sunday, December 18, 2005

Week: Sunday, December 11th, 2005 - Saturday, December 17th, 2005

The Gift
by Garth Brooks

A poor orphan girl named Maria
Was walking to market one day
She stopped for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken wing lay
A few moments passed till she saw it
For it's feathers were covered with sand
But soon clean and wrapped it was travelling
In the warmth of Maria's small hand

She happily gave her last peso
On a cage made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn from the market
And watched it grow stronger with time

Now the Christmas eve service was coming
And the church shone with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolks brought presents
To lay by the manger that night
There were diamonds and incense
And perfumes
In packages fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small cage
Maria had nothing to bring

She waited till just before midnight
So no one would see her go in
And crying she knelt by the manger
For her gift was unworthy of him

Then a voice spoke to her through the darkness
Maria, what brings you to me
If the bird in the cage is your offering
Open the door and let me see
Though she trembled, she did as he asked her
And out of the cage the bird flew
Soaring up into the rafters
On a wing that had healed good as new

Just then the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to sing
A song that no words could recapture
Whose beauty was fit for a King

Now Maria felt blessed just to listen
To that cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offerings was lifted to heaven
By the very first nightingale's song



My senior year at highschool, I stumbled across this song. (I admit, although I liked alot of classic rock in school, I had my little soft spot for Garth Brooks) I had heard this song on the radio and I knew that for the Christmas production that year, I had to sing it. It took me forever... finding the music, changing the key, trying to fit a Spanish Christmas song into an English Madrigal Dinner show with traditional carols... it was exhausting. But I still love the song. For some reason, it still brings tears to my eyes just to read the lyrics. I think this Christmas, being as strapped for cash and the letters now coming from bill collectors being what they are, the song has shown me how little you have to give to make the most impact on someone. This may not be a big Christmas this year, but I will still be with my family... and that is all that matters.


Sunday, December 11, 2005

Week: Sunday, December 4th, 2005 - Saturday, December 10th, 2005

Magic Works
by The Weird Sisters

This one's going out to all the lover's out there
Hold eachother tight and keep eachother warm

Dance, your final dance
This is your final chance
To hold the one you love
You know you've waited
Long enough

So believe, that magic works
Don't be afraid, of being hurt
Don't let, this magic die
The answers there
Oh, just look in her eyes

And make, your final move
Hmmm don't be scared
She wants you to
Yeah it's hard
You must be brave
Don't let this moment slip away

So believe, that magic works
Don't be afraid, afraid of being hurt
No, don't let, this magic die
Ohh, the answers there
Yeah, just look in her eyes

And Don't believe that magic can die,
No no no this magic cant die.

So dance, your final dance,
'Cause this is, your final chance



Ok, if you are tired of Harry Potter songs, well, this will be the last week that you'll have to endure my musical posts from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I hope that people are able to find the lyrics here for the three songs. There are so many incorrect postings of the lyrics that I want to make sure that those searching have the right information. It upsets me when lyrics are written incorrectly, especially if you know what the correct lyrics are after listening twice. The other thing I hate about kids posting lyrics is that they don't seem to think about what they are listening to. Do the Hippogriff song was like that. People were posting the word Barber or Burgler in the place of Bogart. If you know the books and the actual stories, they would have been able to figure out that word.


Sunday, December 04, 2005

Week: Sunday, November 27th, 2005 - Saturday, December 3rd, 2005

This is the Night
by The Weird Sisters

When all is dark and there's no light
Lost in the deepest star of night
I see you

Your hands are sinking baby
You ain't been sleeping lately
There's something out there
And it don't seem very friendly does it?
If I could help you I would help you
But it's difficult
There's something much more powerful
than those far-fetched possessing me

I got to got to break cause ah I don't wanna feel like this ah
Your voice keeps haunting me
I cannot eat or sleep
I'm going crazy in this hazy fantasy
You put a spell on me
But I ain't going down that low

So take your hands off me tonight
I'm breaking free this is the night
This is the night,
So take your hands off me tonight
I'm breaking free this is the night
This is the night

There was a time I would've walked
On burning coals for you
Sail across the ocean blue
Climb the highest mountain just to call your name
The moon throws down its light
Cuts me to the quick tonight
Dangers in the air
Nothing will ever be the same

You still look good to me
Ooh but you're no good for me
I close my eyes and
Squeeze you from my consciousness
And in the morning when I wake
I walk the line
I walk it straight
But the morning's so many miles away

Good God Now!
So take your hands off me tonight
I'm breaking free this is the night
This is the night,
So take your hands off me tonight
I'm breaking free this is the night

This is the night



Yep I told you I'd be posting 3 weeks of Harry Potter songs, and this is only week 2! This song I posted is the second little snippet you hear in the newest Harry Potter movie: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. They play a smidgen of this song just after the cut to Do the Hippogriff in the Yule Ball scene. The song is done by the same hodge-podge group of singers from Pulp and Radiohead (as was listed in Nov. 27's post) Hope you enjoy!