My heart is Open Space

Via Rijon Erickson, on HO´s virtual good bye  celbration closing.

 

Housefires - Open Space (feat. Kirby Kaple)

Pull me in closer
Close to your heart
May I be a pure reflection of all you are
Love that is patient
Love that is kind
And love that keeps no fences or wrongs in my mind
Make me like Jesus
Me me like Jesus

My heart is an open space for you to come and have your way
I'm open, I'm open
My heart is an open space for you to come and have your way
I'm open, I'm open

You're faithful to find me
Right where I am
Though even in my wondering you call me friend
And mercy receives me and lifts me to my feet
And I'm caught up in the wonder and mystery
I'll know when Jesus
I'll know when Jesus

My heart is an open space for you to come and have your way
I'm open, I'm open
My heart is an open space for you to come and have your way
I'm open, I'm open

Do whatever you wanna do
And say whatever you wanna say
And move whatever you wanna move
And change whatever you wanna change

Do whatever you wanna do
And say whatever you wanna say
And move whatever you wanna move
And change whatever you wanna change

My heart is an open space for you to come and have your way
I'm open, I'm open
My heart is an open space for you to come and have your way
I'm open, I'm open

Ooh Ooh Ooh

What are you saying? Where are you going?
My heart is open wide and my eyes are open wide
What are you saying? Where are you going?
My heart is open wide and my eyes are open wide
Come On
What are you saying? Where are you going?
My heart is open wide and my eyes are open wide
What are you saying? Where are you going?
My heart is open wide and my eyes are open wide
What are you saying? Where are you going?
My heart is open wide and my eyes are open wide
What are you saying? Where are you going?
My heart is open wide and my eyes are open wide

My heart is an open space for you to come and have your way
I'm open, I'm open
My heart is an open space for you to come and have your way
I'm open, I'm open

Compositores: Rob Kaple, Kirby Elizabeth Kaple

Solo para uso no comercial.

Fela Kuti

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Babe, I'm On Fire (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

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Father says it, mother says it
Sister says it, brother says it
Uncle says it, Auntie says it
Everyone at the party says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The horse says it, the pig says it
The judge in his wig says it
The fox and the rabbit
And the nun in her habit says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Verse 2]
My mate Bill Gates says it
The President of the United States says it
The slacker and the worker
The girl in her burqa says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The general with his tank says it
The man at the bank says it
The soldier with his rocket
And the mouse in my pocket says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The drug-addled wreck
With a needle in his neck says it
The drunk says it, punk says it
The brave Buddhist monk says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know that you and I
Can be together cause I love you

[Verse 3]
The blind referee says it
The unlucky amputee says it
The giant killer bee
Landing on my knee says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The cop with his breathalyser
The paddy with his fertiliser
The man in the basement
That's getting a taste for it says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The fucked-up Rastafarian says it
The dribbling libertarian says it
The sweet little Goth
With the ears of cloth says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe' I'm on fire

[Verse 4]
The cross-over country singer says it
The hump-backed bell ringer says it
The swinger, the flinger
The outraged right-winger says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The man going hiking says it
The misunderstood Viking says it
The man at the rodeo
And the lonely old Eskimo says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know that you and I
Can be together cause I love you

[Verse 5]
The mild little Christian says it
The wild Sonny Liston says it
The pimp and the gimp
And the guy with the limp says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The blind piano tuner says it
The Las Vegas crooner says it
The hooligan mooner
Holding a schooner says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The Chinese contortionist says it
The backyard abortionist says it
The poor Pakistani
With his lamb Bhirriani says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Verse 6]
The hopeless defendant says it
The toilet attendant says it
The pornographer, the stenographer
The fashion photographer says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The college professor says it
The vicious cross-dresser says it
Grandma and Grandpa
In the back of the car says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know that you and I
Can be together cause I love you

[Verse 7]
The hack at the doorstep says it
The midwife with her forceps says it
The demented young lady
Who is roasting her baby
On the fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The athlete with his hernia says it
Picasso with his Guernica says it
My wife with her furniture
Everybody!
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The laughing hyena says it
The homesick polish cleaner says it
The man from the Klan
With a torch in his hand says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Verse 8]
The Chinese herbologist says it
The Christian apologist says it
The dog and the frog
Sitting on a log says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The foxhunting toff says it
The horrible moth says it
The doomed homosexual
With the persistent cough says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know that you and I
Can be together cause I love you

[Verse 9]
The Papist with his soul says it
The rapist on a roll says it
Jack says it, Jill says it
As they roll down the hill
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The clever circus flea says it
The sailor on the sea says it
The man from the Daily Mail
With his dead refugee says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The hymen-busting Zulu says it
The proud kangaroo says it
The koala, the echidna
And the platypus too says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Verse 10]
The disgraced country vicar says it
The crazed guitar picker says it
The beatnik, the peacenik
The apparachick says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The deranged midnight stalker says it
Garcia Lorca says it
The hit man, Walt Whitman
And the halitotic talker says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know that you and I
Can be together cause I love you

[Verse 11]
The wine taster with his nose says it
The fireman with his hose says it
The pedestrian, the equestrian
The tap-dancer with his toes says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The beast in the beauty pageant
The pimply real estate agent
The beach-comber, the roamer
The girl in a coma says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The old rock'n'roller
With his two-seater stroller
And the fan in the van
With the abominable plan says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Verse 12]
The menstruating Jewess says it
The nervous stewardess says it
The hijacker, the backpacker
The cunning safecracker says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The sports commentator says it
The old alligator says it
The tennis pro with his racquet
The loon in the straight jacket
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know that you and I
Can be together cause I love you

[Verse 13]
The butcher with his cleaver says it
The mad basket weaver says it
The jaded boxing writer
And the glass-jawed fighter says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The old town cryer says it
The inveterate liar says it
The pilchard, the bream
And the trout in the stream
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The war correspondent says it
The enthused and the despondent says it
The electrician, the mortician
And the man going fishin' says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Verse 14]
The cattleman from Down Under says it
The patriot with his plunder says it
Watching a boat of full of refugees
Sinking into the sea
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The silicone junky says it
The corporate flunky says it
The Italian designer
With his rickshaw in China says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

[Chorus]
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know that you and I
Can be together cause I love you

[Verse 15]
The trucker with his juggernaut says it
The lost astronaut says it
The share cropper, the bent copper
The compulsive shopper says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire
The Viennese vampire says it
The cowboy round his campfire says it
The game show panellist
The Jungian analyst says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire


Warren says it, Blixa says it
The lighting guy and mixer says it
Mick says it, Marty says it
Everyone at the party says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on Fire
The hairy arachnophobic says it
The scary agoraphobic says it
The mother, the brother
And the decomposing lover says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

@Eleder_BuM

 

Pure Comedy (Father John Misty)

Father John Misty, interviewed in The Guardian.

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No time for love (Christie Moore)

You call it the law, we call it apartheid, internment, 
Conscription, partition and silence.
It's the law that they make to keep you and me where
They think we belong.
The hide behind steel and bullet-proof glass, machine
Guns and spies, 
And tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture
That we're in the wrong.

CHORUS

No time for love if they come in the morning, 
No time to show tears or for fears in the morning, 
No time for goodbye, no time to ask why, 
And the sound of the siren's the cry of the morning.

They suffered the torture they rotted in cells, went
Crazy, wrote letters and died.
The limits of pain they endured - the loneliness got
Them instead.
And the courts gave them justice as justice is given by
Well-mannered thugs.
Sometimes they fought for the will to survive but more
Times they just wished they were dead.

CHORUS

They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearce in

Their time.
They came for Newton and Seal, Bobby Sands and some of
His friends.
In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Warsaw and
Belfast, 
And places that never make headlines, the list never
Ends.

CHORUS

The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on
The beat, 
The C.I.D., Branchmen, informers and spies do their
Jobs just as well; 
Behind them the men who tap phones, take photos, 
Program computers and files, 
And the man who tells them when to come and take you to
Your cell.

CHORUS

All of you people who give to your sisters and brothers
The will to fight on, 
They say you can get used to a war, that doesn't mean
That the war isn't on.
The fish need the sea to survive, just like your people
Need you.
And the death squad can only get through to them if
First they can get through to you. 

CHORUS


Basque version of this great song by Hetzainak follows:


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Lookin' Out My Back Door (Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Just got home from Illinois lock the front door oh boy!
Got to sit down take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in pretty soon I'm singin'
Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door.
There's a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearin' high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door.
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Doo doo doo.
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician.
Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door.
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Doo doo doo.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door.
Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
Bother me tomorrow, today, I'll buy no sorrows.
Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door.

About Lookin' Out My Back Door in Wikipedia,

From the comments (often, the most interesting part :-) on 10 Songs That Will INSTANTLY Put You In A Good Mood and part two here.

Enjoy life!

@Eleder_BuM

Delorean Live

http://KEXP.ORG presents Delorean performing live in the KEXP studio. Recorded February 11, 2014.

Enjoy life!

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Great concert by Willie Nile and friends yesterday in Kafe Antzokia in Bilbao.
"...The US, with all the good, the bad and the in between"


Would love to get to a site with their lyrics. For exampleI´d love to read the ones on "Yesterday´s dreams",...


....and here "One guitar", an anthem, guest in a concert by James Maddock and friends. Great things when passion joins responsibility :-)!

It is the middle of the night right in the middle of the street
It could be uptown, downtown but I can feel the beat
There is a marchin' drum there is a song unsung
It could be your dream, my dream it's not the only one

I'm a soldier marchin' in an army
Got no gun to shoot
But what I got is one guitar
I got this one guitar

I see the risin' smoke I hear a heartbreak joke
Hey all my brothers and sisters I think it's time we spoke
I've only got six strings but like a bell they ring
Its like a jet plane, insane crashin' in my brain

I'm a soldier marchin' in an army
Got no gun to shoot
But what I got is one guitar
I got this one guitar
And it goes... na na na...

So if you get knocked down you gotta take a stand
For all the outcast, dead last who need a helping hand
So get your tambourines and turn your arms up loud
And raise your voices, voices up above this crowd

[ These are One Guitar Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

Thx, @WillieNile!

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Flower of Scotland: passion, freedom and responsibility. Open Space!

EHZkoek ondo azaltzen dute hemen

O flower of Scotland When will we see your like again That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie thick and still O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again Those days are passed now And in the past they must remain But we can still rise now And be the nation again That stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again

.
Source of the words: http://www.flowerofscotland.org.

Best wishes from the Basque Country!

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If I had a hammer (Pete Seeger)

If I had a hammer,

I'd hammer in the morning

I'd hammer in the evening,

All over this land.

I'd hammer out danger,

I'd hammer out a warning,

I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters,

All over this land.

If I had a bell,

I'd ring it in the morning,

I'd ring it in the evening,

All over this land.

I'd ring out danger,

I'd ring out a warning

I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters,

All over this land.

If I had a song,

I'd sing it in the morning,

I'd sing it in the evening,

All over this land.

I'd sing out danger,

I'd sing out a warning

I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters,

All over this land.

Well I got a hammer,

And I got a bell,

And I got a song to sing, all over this land.

It's the hammer of Justice,

It's the bell of Freedom,

It's the song about Love between my brothers and my sisters,

All over this land.

It's the hammer of Justice,

It's the bell of Freedom,

It's the song about Love between my brothers and my sisters,

All over this land.

Lyrics source: http://www.oldielyrics.com

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Astonishing never ending happening (Bill Fay)

The never ending happening

Of what's to be and what has been

Just to be a part of it

Is astonishing to me

The never ending happening

Of waves crashing against the cliffs

The falling seed the wind carries

The never ending happening

Souls arriving constantly

From the shores of eternity

Birds and bees and butterflies

Parade before my eyes

The never ending happening

Of the four winds changing direction

Nightfall stars sun rise again

Birdsong before the day begins

For some it's like tight-rope walkin'

Blindfolded and shaking

On either side fear and pain

For some it's like tight-rope walking

The never ending happening

Of war evermore and sore famine

Yearning for the day to be

When god will roll his stone away

The never ending happening

Of what 's to be and what has been

Just to be a part of it

Is astonishing to me

Read more: Bill Fay - Never Ending Happening Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

City of dreams (Bill Fay)

Oraindik Bill Fay-gaz flipetan,...

From the album "Life Is People" (2012)
LYRICS:

I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Yeah, I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Sweepin up the paper cups between the limousines

Street sweeper in your city of dreams

Thousands of windows, I'm scared of what I see

Thousands of windows, I'm so scared of what I see

People wired up to telephones, plugged into TV screens

Thousands of windows, I'm so scared of what I see

Lookin at the sky above, higher than these neon names

I'm lookin at the sky above, higher than these neon names

You can't buy and sell the clouds, they aint among the commodities we trade

Lookin at the sky above, higher than these neon names

I'm waitin for the city of God

Yeah, I'm waitin for the city of God

When what is will be what was

Waitin for the city of God

I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Yeah, I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Sweepin up the paper cups between the limousines

Street sweeper in your city of dreams

City of dreams

Enjoy life!

.l

At the end of the day (Bill Fay)

At the end of the day
Aint nobody else
Gonna walk
In your shoes
Quite the way
You do
So be at Peace with yourself
And keep a spring in your heel
And keep climbing that hill
And be at Peace
With yourself
In the cold winter chill
When the wind blows like hell
There´s a way
Where there´s a will
Dont cry over
Milk that spilt
At the end of the day
Aint nobody else
Gonna walk in your shoes
Quite the way that you do
So be at Peace with yourself
And keep a spring in your heel
And keep climbing that hill
And be at Peace with yourself

(At the end of the day 

Aint nobody else

Gonna walk in your shoes

Quite the way that you do

So be at Peace with yourself

Keep a spring in your heel

Keep climbing that hill

And be at Peace with yourself)

Read more: Bill Fay - Be At Peace With Yourself Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

Ukulele Anthem (by Amanda Palmer)

Amanda Palmer - Ukulele Anthem from Tram Sessions on Vimeo.

Sid Vicious played a four-string Fender bass guitar and couldn't sing

And everybody hated him except the ones who loved him

A ukulele has four strings, but Sid did did not play ukulele

He did smack and probably killed his girlfriend Nancy Spungen

If only Sid had had a ukulele, maybe he would have been happy

Maybe he would not have suffered such a sad end

He maybe would have not done all that heroin instead

He maybe would've sat around just singing nice songs to his girlfriend

So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong

'Cause even if your grades are bad, it doesn't mean you're failing

Do your homework with a fork

And eat your fruit loops in the dark

And bring your etch-a-sketch to work

And play your ukulele

Ukulele small and fierceful

Ukulele brave and peaceful

You can play the ukulele too, it is painfully simple

Play your ukulele badly, play your ukulele loudly

Ukulele banish evil

Ukulele save the people

Ukulele gleaming golden from the top of every steeple

Lizzie borden took an axe, and gave her mother forty whacks

Then gave her father forty-one, and left a tragic puzzle

If only they had given her an instrument, those puritans

Had lost the plot completely

See what happens when you muzzle

A person's creativity

And do not let them sing and scream

And nowadays it's worse 'cause kids have automatic handguns

It takes about an hour to teach someone to play the ukulele

About the same to teach someone to build a standard pipe bomb

YOU DO THE MATH

So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong

'Cause even if your grades are bad, it doesn't mean you're failing

Do your homework with a fork

And eat your fruit loops in the dark

And bring your flask of jack to work

And play your ukulele

Ukulele, thing of wonder

Ukulele, wand of thunder

You can play the ukulele, too

In London and down under

Play joan jett, and play jacques brel

And eminem and neutral milk ho-

Tell the children

Crush the hatred

Play your ukulele naked

If anybody tries to steal your ukulele, let them take it

Imagine there's no music, imagine there are no songs

Imagine that John Lennon wasn't shot in front of his apartment

Now imagine if John Lennon had composed "imagine" for the ukulele

Maybe people would have truly got the message

You may think my approach is simple-minded and naïve

Like if you want to change the world then why not quit and feed the hungry

But people for millennia have needed music to survive

And that is why I promised John that I will not feel guilty

So play your favorite Beatles song

And make the subway fall in love

They're only $19.95, that isn't lots of money

Play until the sun comes up

And play until your fingers suffer

Play LCD soundsystem songs on your ukulele

Quit the bitching on your blog

And stop pretending art is hard

Just limit yourself to three chords

And do not practice daily

You'll minimize some stranger's sadness

With a piece of wood and plastic

Holy fuck, it's so fantastic, playing ukulele

Eat your homework with a fork

And do your fruit loops in the dark

Bring your etch-a-sketch to work

Your flask of Jack

Your vibrator

Your fear of heights

Your Nikon lens

Your mom and dad

Your disco stick

Your soundtrack to "karate kid"

Your ginsu knives

Your rosary

Your new Rebecca Black CD

Your favorite room

Your bowie knife

Your stuffed giraffe

Your new glass eye

Your sousaphone

Your breakfast tea

Your Nick Drake tapes

Your giving tree

Your ice cream truck

Your missing wife

Your will to live

Your urge to cry

Remember we're all gonna die

So play, your ukulele

Lyrics from: http://www.azlyrics.com

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Fi, fi, fi (Meinir Gwilym)

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Daredevil (Fiona Apple)

Darededevil appears on Fiona Apple´s record

The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than The Driver Of The Screw

And Whipping Chords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do (Epic records)

I guess I just must be a daredevil
I don't feel anything until I smash it up
I'm caught on the cold, caught on the hot
Not so with the warmer lot
And all I want's a confidant
To help me laugh it off

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

Say I'm an airplane
And the gashes I got from my heartbreak
Make the slots and the flaps upon my wing
And I use them to give me lift
Hip hip for the lift
Hip hip for the drag
I want them all in my bag
Oh give me anything and I'll turn it into a gift

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

Seek me out
Look at, look at, look at, look at me
I'm all the fishes in the sea
Wake me up
Give me, give me, give me what you got
In your mind, in the middle of the night

Maybe you let me look out for you
Protect what I found in you
And never let it starve
Then that way, you let me stay
Skirting the like I want to
And I will try hard to hold onto you with open arms

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

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