Laura Veirs – “I Can See Your Tracks”

I know the last few music recommendation/reviews was about Joanna Newsom. I’m still in love with her. Still listening to 10 of her songs repeatedly but I can only spread the Newsom music so far. As for this song, it’s similar.

Laura Veirs is a folk singer and this is the first song I’ve heard from this artist. And if it’s this great, I can’t wait to listen to her other songs. Enjoy. You know you want to listen to it. 

Oh I can see your tracks
But I won’t follow them
I’ll just hope for rain
Or some kind of crazy wind
To erase them
And chase them into oblivion

Oh I can smell the smoke
From your fire, babe
But I’ll leave you alone
And sleep in this lonely cave
And pray for
A storm to scrub this dirt away

Oh I can hear the snakes
Creeping cross the scene
I’m quaking in my boots
But you won’t hear me scream
You’re half way
Down to New Orleans
You’re half way
Down to New Orleans

To avoid what’s bad for you. To resist someone who might just hurt you. To remove a memory but is ingrained so deeply into your thoughts. The ‘smoke’ and the ‘snakes’ from whence it came, shall seem like a sudden sloping path.

I love the subtle tune. Very skeletal which gives a much greater emphasis on the meaning of the song. Perhaps it’s raw form with huddled voices in the back mirrors the loneliness Veirs felt while trying to forget someone.

Amazing.

Into the MP3 you go!

They clawed and cawed

It seems like not much work was done for this. Well, you’re right, but I took about 3 days . . . during my spare time in my office

O’ arms that lies beneath the log, you have come to me coated in moss

I fear the trail you left behind, like explosive black powder

The chill that you bring….

 

Oh, hey guys!. Sorry about my interior monologue. I’m still learning better words to use for my literary execution. I’m on off tomorrow. (Yay, me) I can already predict what’s going to happen tomorrow

1) Wake up

2) Eat breakfast (Yes, only on holidays and weekends do I feel the need of eating breakfast)

3) To the market to buy groceries.

4) Laptop time till darkness falls oh so quickly.

That was what happened on Monday, during my off day and it’s not going to be any different tomorrow.

So today I was glad to be back and seeing all the faces whom I haven’t seen for a week. The sight of the significant other is also a delight and there’s just no way my bad mood can come after that. (Hola to the significant other!)

I sat behind the computer behind the room and painted most of the time. Don’t get me wrong, I completed all of my tasks for today so that would give me a lot of Fizzy Time with my sketch book and my Joanna Newsom.

UNTIL NEXT TIME!!

By the water

I’m sitting by the water. I am skipping little stones across the surface of the water. Down they go and vanished from my sight. It’s nearing February and the least I can think of is you. (Sorry, I just can’t get this person out of my head)

How’s everyone? I never had a problem of writing within a dateline, but this specific one I am currently doing is going to be one. It’s not that I didn’t want to write. I just have no mood for it today. I’m really hoping I’m able to finish it tomorrow.

Wow, I just realized I’m super distracted. If I could just ask the fire to move away, I wouldn’t be distracted by it’s flickering light. Whenever I see it, I feel the warmth but I can only imagine it. It’s something so intangible but it’s so close. I just have to reach for it.

I just want to sit by the river, everything is just drenched and sodden. So cold, I’m able to feel nothing. I just want to freeze my heart; devoid of emotions that could hurt me. Yet, I do not want to sacrifice all the good feelings.

An ambiguous contradiction

Yay for Friday, right? I’m just blessed to be able to go home early. To be able to get away from work even for a minute is wonderful.

So here’s the so called painting I did over the week. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I spent so long on it, it’s just that I will find any cranny of spare time I have just to paint.

Like how any artist would paint their emotions, mine is fully a free association one. It usually starts out from a mistake. Well, this is for your interpretation.

I’d like to call this piece, “The Ambiguous contradiction”.

To be stripped of your identity even when you try not to stand out.

To try not to fumble in the presence of the gentle figure. The masculine swan cocked her head up towards the flamboyant vulture, both thinking of the same thing, feeling the same ink that flows through their veins.

I just hope you feel something out of this painting, or lack thereof.

Enjoy the weekends and UNTIL NEXT TIME !!

Mum’s gift

It isn’t much, but that alone proves how well my mum can paint.