Thanks a lot, LANGUAGE

So, I was reading Macbeth and came across this line from Lady Macbeth:

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature.
It is too full o’th’milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.
(1.5.13-16)

And, since I’ve been listening to a lot of the Indigo Girls lately, the following song came to mind.

Also, the play freaks me out. A LOT. The song does not. That one phrase–“milk of human kindness”–is probably the only intersecting point between them.

I guess that I’m just looking for any excuse to post another Indigo Girls song. And talk about Shakespeare.

Do I really need an excuse?

Anyway, here’s the song.

Songwriting. Countermelodies. Harmonies. I love it all.

Love Will Come To You

The website has the lyrics in the format below.

guess i wasn’t the best one to ask me myself with my face pressed up against love’s glass to see the shiny toy i’ve been hoping for the one i never can afford the wide world spins and spits turmoil and the nations toil for peace but the paws of fear upon your chest only love can soothe that beast and my words are paper tigers no match for the predator of pain inside her i say love will come to you hoping just because i spoke the words that they’re true as if I’ve offered up a crystal ball to look through where there’s now one there will be two i was born under the sign of cancer like brushing cloth i smooth the wrinkles for an answer i close my eyes and wish you fine (i’m always closing my eyes wishing i’m fine) even though i know you’re not this time (even though i’m not this time) i say love will come to you hoping just because i spoke the words that they’re true as if i’ve offered up a crystal ball to look through where there’s now one there will be two dodging your memories a field of knives always on the outside looking in on other’s lives i say love will come to you hoping just because i spoke the words that they’re true as if i’ve offered up a crystal ball to look through where there’s now one there will be two and i wish her insight to battle love’s blindness strength from the milk of human kindness a safe place for all the pieces that scattered learn to pretend there’s more than love that matters

Here Goes Today

I spent the day reading King Lear and listening to the Indigo Girls. Most of it at the same time. By the time I finished the Shakespeare, I thought I was going to die of a catharsis overdose.

Some versions have Edgar performing the last lines; others use Albany. There is significance in either character, but I like it better when Edgar speaks last; I feel a stronger sense of justice. I mean, there has to be something after nearly everyone dies. (NOT A SPOILER; IT’S A SHAKESPEARE TRAGEDY, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.) Here are the lines:

The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most. We that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

And, the Indigo Girls. I’ve been listening to their self-titled album from 1989, and I can’t get enough of their songwriting. All the time. While I like all songs from this album, “Love’s Recovery” stands out today. In my mind, King Lear and this song connect, but I can’t quite explain how, other than I decided to experience them together today. Plus, I just spent three hours at Borders looking at books, and it didn’t even feel like I was there for that long. It was great.

Indigo Girls – Love’s Recovery (ctrl + click to open in another window)

During the time of which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood of love soon neglected
Lay dying in the strength of its impurity
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
They’ve all gone and left each other in search of fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love’s recovery.
There I am in younger days, star gazing,
Painting picture perfect maps of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
My compass, faith in love’s perfection
I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
Left each other one by one in search of fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love’s recovery.
Rain soaked and voice choked like silent screaming in a dream
I search for our absolute distinction
Not content to bow and bent
To the whims of culture that swoop like vultures
Eating us away, eating us away
Eating us away to our extinction
Oh how I wish I were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me
I’d still have two of the same to live
But nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal, as specks of dust we’re universal
To let this love survive would be the greatest gift we could give
Tell all the friends who think they’re so together
That these are ghosts and mirages, these thoughts of fairer weather
Though it’s storming out I feel safe within the arms of love’s discovery

Sort of on Repeat

This one is on Poseidon and the Bitter Bug. It’s one of those songs that I didn’t have to listen to get past the music. It’s one of those songs where the music and lyrics magically click as an entity. The poetry, the melody, Amy with her harmonies. It’s all there. This song was the first one Emily Saliers wrote for the album. It’s very pretty, and it does weird, hurty, cathartic things with my heart.

Vodpod videos no longer available.
Indigo Girls – I’ll Change Acoustic
, posted with vodpod

Looking out across suburban yards to the construct of our days
through the thinning of the trees.
How come I only build a house of cards?
That gets blown to pieces by the fall’s first fickle breeze.
When I feel that stirring, the illicit kiss.
That’s just the cool tongue of the devil with a sucker in his midst.

[Chorus:]
One day, I’ll change; you’ll be the first one that I call.
I owe you an apology too many thanks and that’s not all.
‘Cause I’ve been running long before I learned to crawl.

My calendar lies crumbled, laid to waste.
It’s been scrawled on, thumbed through and changed.
Will this be the measure of my days?
Dinners and appointments and deadlines I can’t make.
And when I start to feel it making sense for me.
That’s just hope springing eternally, oh.

Outside the summer’s gone for good.
Dying impatiens, stacked up wood.
My friends will get together to cook.
To talk about what’s happened, to take a second look.

The master loves the servant, who blind, heeds him.
The husband, the obedient wife.
The snake will always bite the hand that feeds him.
Even if you love him, even if you save his life.

Despite Our Differences

You guys, I do really like the Indigo Girls.

I decided to switch it up a little and return to my go-tos. I don’t think my fundamental tastes in music won’t ever change. The Girls are pretty timeless to me, like Patty. I can find a song that fits every part of my life. Their discography serves as that trusty jukebox in an old diner.

Their stuff makes me feel so nostalgic, even though this album was produced only in 2006. Their lyrics resound with me right now, and they’ve been on repeat for the past couple of days.

“Fly Away”

Fly away little bird / Any place in this open mouthed world / Begs to be fed like a bed that beckons you, but you won’t rest / Everyone’s got a need to go /Most of us stick with our row to hoe / But not you, you’re the black crow /With a straight line, and no time / For the birds of prey who wreck your nest / Twice your size steal your best / They set you on this course of your collision

I am a stop along your way
I am the words you’ll never say
I crossed the great beyond of fear
I opened my eyes and saw us there, what a view
You went there too

Fly away little bird / Find the song in you that no one’s heard / Strenghthen your wings as you sing your solo flight / Through this short life / Everyone’s got a deep regret / We try to ground ourselves to forget / But your race to the end is neck and neck / You love them, you love them not / The birds of prey who wreck your nest / Twice your size steal your best / They set you on this course of your collision

I am a stop along your way
I am the words you’ll never say
I crossed the great beyond of fear
Opened my eyes and saw us there, what a view
And you went there too

But all along your chosen path are / Window panes and sheets of glass / That you won’t see / You fly too fast / One day it will be over / Fly away little bird / The saddest song I ever heard / Was the one I wrote you in my heart / That never made it to the world

“Last Tears”

These are the last tears I’m gonna cry for you
My cryin’s through, I’m moving on
I don’t regret and won’t forget A single thing that we went through
But these are the last tears I’m gonna cry for you
You take things so much easier than I do
And you could live your life without me if you had to
And you believe that in the end it all works out right
And I might if not for you
And if you ask one which one lives just alone for love
I do
There was a time when all signs pointed to the warm south
The planets all lined up and built a new house
And everything we talked about felt like a prophecy
And when you looked at me they all came true
And if you asked which one wants to go the distance
I do
I’m gonna rack my mind one last time until I cannot think
I’m gonna dip into your memory and take a good stiff drink
And when I’m drunk on the last drop of sadness about how we went wrong
I’m gonna play this song
Make some coffee black and strong
Give thanks for healing time
And finally make up my mind

Too Much Awesomeness

I listened to the Indigo Girls  perform tonight. My friend, Wendy, and I sat just outside of Central Park Summerstage and we heard them perfectly. I have a more involved post planned for later.

Just be sure to tune in this next week. I don’t know when I’ll have internet access, but I will be tweeting from the road. I’ll take lots of pictures, too.

Wish me luck. Pray HARD for me. I miss you already, and I love you to pieces. Y’all are getting giant hugs when I get back.

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire; Lyre, Lyricist, Your Words A Mirror Kissed

I know I love Patty Griffin, but I’ll spare you this time to tell you about the Indigo Girls again. “Ghost” is one of the first songs of theirs I fell in love with, because of the story it tells, its haunting lyrics and how they so masterfully meld to the music. I’ll just post the lyrics here, the way they appear on their website:

there’s a letter on the desktop that i dug out of a drawer the last truce we ever came to from our adolescent war and i start to feel a fever from the warm air through the screen you come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams and the mississippi’s mighty but it starts in Minnesota at a place where you could walk across with five steps down and i guess that’s how you started like a pinprick to my heart but at this point you rush right through me and i start to drown and there’s not enough room in this world for my pain signals cross and love gets lost and time passed makes it plain of all my demon spirits i need you the most i’m in love with your ghost i’m in love with your ghost dark and dangerous like a secret that gets whispered in a hush (don’t tell a soul) when i wake the things i dreamt about you last night make me blush (don’t tell a soul) when you kiss me like a lover then you sting me like a viper i go follow to the river play your memory like the piper and i feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me but i’d walk into the fingers of your fire willingly and dance the edge of sanity i’ve never been this close in love with your ghost ooooh… unknowing captor you’ll never know how much you pierce my spirit but i can’t touch you can you hear it a cry to be free or i’m forever under lock and key as you pass through me now i see your face before me i would launch a thousand ships to bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips as i burn up in your presence and i know now how it feels to be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels and my bitter pill to swallow is the silence that i keep that poisons me i can’t swim free the river is too deep though i’m baptized by your touch i am no worse at most in love with your ghost

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I’ll probably continue on my thoughts about lyrics later. But for now, I have to get ready for band practice. Oh. Did I tell you that I’m in a band? Trumpet, clarinet, ukulele, and tambourine. Yeah, I know. You don’t have to say how awesome we are. We already know. I think we might actually agree on a band name tonight.

A Comment on Another’s Blog

I’m fixing to leave town for Jacksonville for the weekend, (as you can tell by my switching to their colloquial), so things have been a little hectic. So, I’ll just post part of a comment I left on a friend’s blog about the Indigo Girls’ concert last week:

I was up in the balcony with some friends, and I swear, I seriously swear, Emily looked right at me, and we had a moment. It was during “Power of Two.”

The new album is pretty awesome.

This was my Very First Time seeing them live, and they did not disappoint. I knew they wouldn’t, which sets them up to disappoint, so extra points for not doing so.

I’m not gay, but man, those two are my biggest crushes right now.

The whole experience was amazing.

Loved the Roches. I mean, to come from an even purer place to sire the purity of the Girls? Woo, boy.

I probably saw you without Seeing You, being at the front of the stage and all. Sweet.

Speaking of music, some friends have decided to converge parts of our music collections into The Most Awesome Playlist Ever. We each contribute 50 songs. Four of us makes 200 songs total. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited trying to pick songs that define me and my friends would like at the same time. Also, trying not to overlap their playlists is a challenge. Maybe. Maybe it’s a non-issue.