I think I understand you Melodious.

Spikey.

"When everyone (if anyone) finds their security, could you tell me where? I've been searching... and have seen pieces of it in my dreams. "

Christie, I don't mean to be preachy, or hippie, but I found security in love. When I'm lucky, that love comes from other people to me. But when it doesn't, I find it in giving my own love to other people. That's the long and short of it.

Security isn't the same (to me) as paradise. To me security is the thing that gives you the strength to be brave against the worst situations. Life is always a sturggle. More so for some than for others. Some people don't even have food or shelter. Nobody lives free from care.

For me that ideal of love comes from feeling a God and his love, but that's all I'll say. This board isn't the place to promote religion, and I respect everyody's right to find their own answers.

This is a GREAT song to start off a work day, or a project of sorts.

i say that because whether i was painting walls at home, or at work in the lab, this song found its way onto a CD player and gave me a boost of energy that helped propel me through the job.

On a media guide, Stephen Erlewine commented that there is "garage yard precussion scattered throughout the album".

Guess it takes hearing it a highly productive workday to be able to get something out of it.....

Yes, this is definitely my favorite song in 9 Objects... it get's me very hyped up. After listening to it, I feel sort of like, "okay, I just had a baby! I can handle anything!" Which sounds very funny, but's usually the way the song makes me feel. It changes depending on what mood I'm in, though.

"The first thing that caught my attention was the unique sound...felt kind of weird druggy violent dreamy... " In the Passionate Eye, Suzanne mentions that giving birth was like a drug experience for her, so it's kind of neat you compared the sound to that. I guess that shows that SV can portray what she wants to in a song.

mmm. hmmmm....?

Somtimes you have these days on which the whole of your life blows up in your face, and everything seems a mess. Today is such a day, and there's only one thing I know; this day will go.

I wish that song had come to mind to me today.
I wish that any song would have come to mind to me today.
I also had a day
Where not my whole life, but a very important part of my life blew up, out, apart
today.
and I am numb
more like a small blue thing than anything, i guess.
And however much i do not want to be thrown against the sky,
or raining down in pieces,
or turning in someone else's hands,
it seems to be the place where i find myself.
So today i am a thing.
I'd like to be a rock,
or an island.
but somehow i don't manage that
so i will breathe...
perhaps the gift of song will come back to me
but in its own time
not at my bidding

It's tomorrow now, though I haven't slept in the meanwhile. With every part of darkness, comes a bit of space. Space...room for inspiration, room for grief, room for almost anything. A plan can born from this darkness. It was the dark of the womb from which we were born, and we will return to the dark of the earth eventually, making room for new life. Yesterday was a birth-day.

hi spikey,

this doesn't sound very cheerful :o( hope you're alright and well. i always found some comfort in the basic idea of 'night vision': that the eyes will adapt to the dark and eventually see things, even if it only will be lines and shapes and outlines.

remember me,

philipp

Hi Spikes,

I'm with Philipp...hope that you are OK, and his reference to 'night vision' in this case was a perfect one. Will speak to you personally, but until then..hold on, OK?

Love, Catherine

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"If we don't change the direction we are headed,
we will end up where we are going."

—Chinese Proverb

miriam, even things have a purpose, a meaning, just like an undertow or a wooden horse. they have a voice too and it tell us something. your voice will come out of the "Deep Freeze". in its own time, just like you say. and, when it does, it will carry within itself the "gift of song" you're wishing for. a birth-day (voice made song).

and spikey, i understand you. a birth-day indeed (night made vision).

much love to both,
fátima

Hi y'all!

My second post wasn't really meant in a negative way. I wrote it more like in a religion in everything kind of way, and I was speaking in a symbolical fashion about darkness and birth of (life)plans. Or something.

When I first heard this song, it was my least favorite of hers. I thought the sound quality was muffled and wondered if my copy of the CD was faulty. Years later, I played her albums every day in my commute to and from work. My theory was that my unborn son would come to know the music so that when I played it in the delivery room, the familiar sounds would soothe his rough passing into this bright new world.

My new obsession with what my child-to-be was sensing and learning in the womb gave me a new perspective on the muted, underwater feel of Birth-day. Suddenly, the song took on the intricate double (or more) meanings I find in so much of her work. For me, it is a song of both mother and child, mingling the impressions from both sides of the womb. I now find it deliciously expressive of the way a mother and child are each other's worlds in those few months before and after birth.