black swan

ps black swan by creepingelm

dark..dark..dark..

ps
fade like a star in the night of your nevermore,
this light we miss forevermore!
it's in the dark and in the day,
to my heart you know the way!

ps ps this photo was taken in church of a little girl staring at me in the pew in front of me on christmas eve... she was on her back staring up at me.. you can make out her eye.... i love the halo of light that appears
ps ps ps forgive me for i was asked not to take photos during mass and i clicked...

you

ps you were...you are.. you will always be the moon...

everyday you save me from my drowning...

ps thank you

lit trees and hearing the wind rustling the leaves...

ps adoring christmas in california with autumn~like air... feelings as if i have fallen somehow into the nightmare before christmas..... how does one get this feeling? by frolicking between the rows of lit trees and hearing the wind rustling the leaves.. it's the eerie air of halloween with a mashup up of a christmas celebration...
jack skellington: "isn't that wonderful? it couldn't be more wonderful!"

turn around ~ whiskeytown

want to cross
but I don’t think I can
it’s too weak here
even where I stand
come here darling
let me see you hold my hand
so we can mend your broken halo

all I want from you
well all I want from you
is for you to turn around
turn around

wanted to damage
so I damaged it some
we used to have it all
now I just got some
the silence, perfections, mysteries
all easy to fall from your lips
all the while lies were told to me
in shapeless secrets

when all I want from you
all I want from you
is for you to turn around
turn around
turn around
turn around

can’t you turn around
can’t you turn around
can’t you turn around
why can’t you turn around?
turn around
turn around
turn around

look into the portal of my life...CreepingElm

just a minute is too long... CreepingElm

make loud your whispers... CreepingElm

you found me... CreepingElm

jesse woods - sparks

ps jesse woods sings with the soul of an aged man, armed with the lovely sweet voice of a boy. the inflection in his voice is soothing, and thoughtful- with that endearing country-folk infusion....
ps ps this is for you...

you must feel it in your bones... CreepingElm

ryan adams - dreaming's free (i'm alright) (destroyer sessions)

ps
i'm all locked away
watching the sunrise, someplace in your eyes, my dear
i'm alright today
i can see the sun, stars and moon becoming one
i thank God dreaming's free
because I would spend all my money making make-believe
it's kinda what I'm doing anyway
and I know your love has finally come to stay
today, today

when you've come to stay
i will see the sun, and I will feel no pain
when you're feeling blue
i will be the moon and I will be the rain
thank God dreaming's free
because I would spend all my money making make-believe
it's kinda what I'm doing anyway
and I know your love has finally come to stay
today, today

calling me, anytime
calling me, anytime
calling me, anytime
i'll be yours, will you be mine
yes, I'll be yours, will be mine
i'll be yours, will you be mine
today, today

i'm all locked away
watching the sunrise, someplace in your eyes, my dear
i'm alright today
i can see the sun, I can feel your pain
thank God dreaming's free
because I would spend all my money making make-believe
it's kinda what I'm doing anyway
and I know your love has finally come to stay
today, today

stop living under the staircase... CreepingElm

ryan adams - lil' girls (heartbreaker demos)

those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
edgar allan poe

i almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days--three such days with you i could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

~ john keats

ryan adams & the cardinals - friends

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZl_foxwOLo
ps
as pretty as a song
a song could ever be
like Christmas on a river
without a boat or Christmas tree
this afternoon with you was something like a letter
the kind that someone writes but never sends
and when you look at me like that
i know that someday it's gonna end
and when you go
i bet you miss your friends

as angry as a breeze
tugging hard upon the sails
i've been moving through these streets forever
from Baltimore to Amsterdam
these things inside me, they repeat like broken records
spinning pretty somethings behind my eyes
and when I can't look at you
i can paint your picture perfectly in my mind
and when I get old
i'm gonna miss you all the time

that wind up in the trees
scattering bluebirds all over the place
shuffling children and piles of leaves
i wish I was the wind, I'd touch your face
this afternoon with you was something like a letter
the kind that someone writes but never sends
and when your good to me
it makes me blue because someday it's gonna end
and when we pass on
i bet you miss your friends
bet you miss your friends
i bet you miss your friends

sometimes I think I was born backwards.... ~ effy stonem

step out of your shadow.. remind me what you look like... CreepingElm

i breathe you... CreepingElm

louder whispers....CreepingElm

drenched love

walking between raindrops
every raindrop that touches your face is a kiss from me
let it pour if every drop is your kiss
you shall be drenched
kisses down your cheek
bathing yourself in my love
kisses running through your hair
dripping wet
washing yourself clean with my love
each drop echoing to my heart
drowning in emotion
showered in adoration
my kiss the rain, your beauty the sun, creating rainbows as we become one
drenched love...
~CreepingElm and anonymous

love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place...
~zora neale hurston

love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
and therefore is winged cupid painted blind.
~william shakespeare, mid-summer night's dream, 1595

hard way to fall..... ryan adams

ps i love you...

see the rain on the street
the way the cars shine
and the scotch that she drinks
with her lips so fine
and her shoulders go weak
as she closes her eyes
oh, my God, when she was mine
see how she moves through the door
how she loses her keys
how she loses her cool
watching blackbirds scatter through the trees
how she flips from the back to the front
reading magazines
oh, my God, I miss those things
and it's a hard way to fall
and this ain't the easy way down
and it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow
so if it's gotta be you
treat her nice
hold her hand
and tell her twice
that she doesn't have to worry
and it will be alright
it's alright this time
it's alright this time
see her smiling at him?
that used to be me
i could find her in a thunderstorm
just by the way that the rain would fall
and we used to be something
but somethin' happened to me
oh, my God, when I was free
and it's a hard way to fall
and this ain't easy way down
and it's a hard thing to love anyone, anyhow
and it's a hard way to fall
and this ain't the easy way down

~ J'ai été, le suis, tu seras ~ as you are so once was i, as i am so you will be.

friendship is love without the trembling of the heart....

time is on the wing...don't let your dreams fly away from you.

don't ever let them keep you down... let your voice sing load and proud!

ps we part to meet again..... never say goodbye! CreepingElm

"emily dickinson wrote in a poem that 'hope' is the thing with feathers-- / that perches in the soul--."

tomorrow is here....

ryan adams - little moon

ps what did i do little moon?

little moon don't shine.
are you waiting up for me tonight?
cause i'm alone, the way loneliness dies.
i'm the tears no one cries.
i'm the salt.
like salt that coats the skin.
i'm going now.
you know so you can let me in.

little moon don't weep.
chalk mark on an empty street.
how'd the night learn my name?
it's only me you can blame.
and the truth,
everything has an end.
severed too soon.
what did I do, little moon?
what did I do, little moon?

you are my center while i spin away...... creepingelm

when the rope gets tight (don't fail me now) - ryan adams

ps oh mary oh mother of all that is near.. lead me to freedom from my kingdom of fear... and don't fail me now.. just don't fail me now...

sad company "i fucking surrender"....ryan adams

ps. "i fucking surrender," what a find I have found......

first aid kit @ the echo on 10.05.10

first aid kit delivered at the echo this evening..... 2 honey-voiced swedish sisters, klara and johanna soderberg, on the road promoting their new album, the big black and the blue. they are wise beyond their years singing folk/pop songs that seep under the skin and claw at you. surface playfulness is deceiving as the tracks take on a darker hue in places, but both elements work perfectly together to create a trance-like quality. added are small yet purposeful flashes of drumming and autoharp. yay for the autoharp! singing their melancholy arrangements with warm harmonies that spin tales of self-discovery at the expense of lost love and memories of ghosts left behind, it's truly remarkable that at age 17 and 19 these lyrics come forth.
one of my favorite songs from their new album is ghost town. it is full of emotion, a song about leaving someone you love to find yourself before settling down for good, only to find that they found someone else in the meantime. do you make one final attempt to salvage what you had? do you walk away? do you live on with regret? another goodie is hard believer, a mesmeric tune where a real life argument about religion provoked the rousingly urgent line: "and it's one life / and it's this life / and it's beautiful".
btw they sing a beautiful cover of fleet foxes, tiger mountain peasant song! these sisters mesmerize me!
be sure to hear me play and share their songs regularly on blip.fm ~ http://blip.fm/CreepingElm
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ryan adams.... birthday happiness to you

let us down easy ....

writing the hits with stupid.....

ps this makes me giggle hard.....
ryan adams with mandy moore - oh my sweet carolina

ps may you one day carry me home....
whiskeytown - ryan adams - a song for you

ryan adams and the cardinals - go easy

ryan adams - happy birthday

memories of you

ps sending wishes, kisses and hugs out to ryan today.... oh and everyday too! hehehehe what would i do without his music? hmmm .. idk, maybe i could take up singing with frogs... just kidding
thank you ryan for making my world go around with your tunes!

josh rouse - 'sweetie'

ps crooked couple standing side by side...is that you? is that me? life in circles, and we dream up someplace to go

lazy dreamers on a Winter's night
making plans of the Spring
paint a picture while I put away my clothes

crooked couple standing side by side
is that you? Is that me?
life in circles, and we dream up someplace to go

we'll sleep on rooftops
we'll ride on bicycles
baby, we'll get married
don't you want to, Sweetie?

so much talent you're not fit for this world
as an actress, there's no screen
a couple movies, now you're stuck in this Broadway show

sink full of dishes and a dirty face
where's the passion? Talk is cheap
life in circles, then we turn the lights down low

we'll sleep on rooftops
we'll ride on bicycles
baby, we'll get married
don't you want to, Sweetie?

we hear some music
coming from the street down below
and the melody carries
oh, you sing with me, Sweetie

Girl, you sing with me
la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la

la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la-la
la
(repete)

and if I can love you
just like you deserve to be
tell me, what's your feeling
don't you want to, Sweetie?

hear pretty, pretty music
coming from the street down below
and the melody carries
won't you sing with me, Sweetie?

we'll walk down boardwalks
we'll ride on bicycles
baby, we'll get married
don't you want to, sweetie?
don't you want to, sweetie?

lA ladies choir covering sean na na

O+S » Sean Na Na from The Voice Project on Vimeo.

ps beautiful... gorgeous!
cedric's other project O+S and the lA ladies choir covering sean na na (har mar superstar)! this was done for the voice project...

happy halloween

open if you dare....

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ferraby lionheart @ the echo 10.05.10

an evening spent at the echo was all worth it as i listened to 4 amazing singers... ferraby lionheart was one of them. from los angeles to nashville and back to la, the music seems to reflect lionheart's real life travels as he dabbles in folk and indie rock without really seeming to fit into either category. maybe this is the secret to making a more enjoyable album. he's touring in support of his second full-length, the jack of hearts, which he composed in nashville. songs like "pocketknife" present lionheart's folky twang and lyrical sincerity with the utmost accessibility, which is also found on songs like "my name" and "arkansas" that slow down the approach and unfold with more precision, albeit with less forthright infectiousness.
i will continue to follow ferraby and share his music on blip.fm, http://blip.fm/CreepingElm
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