Friday, July 04, 2014

Guest post by Don Berg: Evolution of Bruce Cockburn lyrics Part 6: Joy Will Find a Way

by Don Berg:

Joy Will Find a Way (1975)

Bruce’s first three albums form a trilogy of sorts of folk songs centered around a nature-centered spirituality. Joy completes a second trilogy that I see as a document of his conversion to Christianity. The moment of surrender coming in the dark songs of Night Visions, then Salt, Sun and Time transforming his nature-based spirituality to be more Christ-centered. With this third album of the trilogy, even death cannot dampen the joy that Bruce has found in Christ, the subtitle of the song “Joy will find a way” is “a song about dying.” There is a joyful quality throughout all the songs of this album. Bruce sings:

Lament For the Last Days

But when death comes in to call
He don't care about it

Oh, Satan take thy cup away
For i'll not drink your wine today
I'll reach for the chalice of light
That stands on Jesus' table

 


In “A Life Story” images of nature are paired with the birth, death and resurrection of Jesus.

A Life Story



Sky-wild
Far cry
Wings-slash-free
Christ is born for you and me

Wind rush
Reed bend
Storm tossed sea
Christ is nailed upon a tree

Mists part
Sunrise
Shining key
Christ is risen to lead us free

I will conclude with one last song from this album mostly because on it Bruce plays mountain dulcimer.

Arrow of Light

Arrows of light, come
Pierce my soul
Pierce my soul

Breath of the bright wind
Make us one
Make us one

Life is singing
Like a great bell ringing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaTagNyi4yc


Thursday, July 03, 2014

Guest post by Don Berg: Evolution of Bruce Cockburn lyrics Part 8: The Further Adventures of Bruce Cockburn

The Further Adventures of Bruce Cockburn (1978)
by Don Berg:


I came by this album late in my discovery of Bruce Cockburn’s music. It came at a crucial time in my life as I was deciding the direction my life would take as I finished my University work in Winnipeg and was trying to determine if Jennifer and I had a future together. The oddly named, “Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand” did a lot to get me through this time. I spent a lot of time staring at the night sky and trying to deal with too much concrete.

Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand


I've got planets in my palm -- there's a red smear on the sky
A star has just exploded somewhere behind my eyes
In the dead of night the city seems to break down into tribes
You stare at too much concrete -- you forget the earth's alive

Young men see visions and old men dream dreams
See them pluck bright pebbles out of circles in the stream
Life's not always like they tell you in the fashion magazines
When I set eyes on wonders, I've got to wonder what they mean

Outside in the starshine you can see beyond the wall
So take a look and tell me, can you hear those black holes call?
Everything is thunder under the celestial waterfall
You get close enough to real things -- you don't need your self at all



 

 I have skipped over many of the songs in the last few albums that deal with Bruce’s developing eschatology. Many of those songs talk of looking forward to Heaven and the rapture of the faithful taken up to heaven. These songs include : “I’m Going to Fly Someday, Festival of Friends,” and on this album “Bright Sky, and Can I Go With You.” A couple of songs in this album begin to torn this around towards the message justice and hope found in the Old Testament prophets Joel and Isaiah. We see the germ of the social gospel of Bruce’s later work. Compare the words of the previous song to the words of Joel:

Joel 2:10, 28
Before them the earth shakes,
the heavens tremble,
the sun and moon are darkened,
and the stars no longer shine....

I will pour out my Spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your old men will dream dreams,
your young men will see visions.

Then in the song “Feast of Fools” Bruce describes a feast at the end of time (or now) where the powerful turn out to be the fools and the fools of this world are honored. The song calls for a transformation of society based on the upside down kingdom of Jesus.

The Feast of Fools

It's time for the silent criers to be held in love
It's time for the ones who dig graves for them to get that final shove
It's time for the horizons of the universe to be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations
It's time for chaos to win and walk off with the prize which turns out to be nothing....

It's time for the singers of songs without hope to take a hard look and start from scratch again
It's time for these headlights racing against inescapable dark to be just forgotten
It's time for Harlequin to leap out of the future into the midst of a world of dancers
It's time for us all to stand hushed in the cathedral of silence waiting at the river's end.


Once again compare with the words of the Old Testament prophet, this time Isaiah:

Isaiah 25:4-8
You have been a refuge for the poor,
a refuge for the needy in their distress,
a shelter from the storm
and a shade from the heat.
For the breath of the ruthless
is like a storm driving against a wall...
as heat is reduced by the shadow of a cloud,
so the song of the ruthless is stilled.
On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare
a feast of rich food for all peoples,
On this mountain he will destroy
the shroud that enfolds all peoples,
the sheet that covers all nations;
he will swallow up death forever

Guest post by Don Berg: Evolution of Bruce Cockburn lyrics part 5: Salt, Sun and Time

by Don Berg:

Salt, Sun and Time (1974)
In his book “Kicking at the Darkness” Brian J. Walsh makes a connection between “Christmas Song,” from Salt, Sun and Time, and “Spring Song,” from Bruce’s first LP. Bruce’s spirituality of that time is grounded in the cycles of nature. The renewal of Spring is a yearly cycle of death and rebirth.

Spring Song (1970)
Till we come
Till we come again
To recognize renewal
At the heart
At the heart of us



Then by 1974 Bruce has experienced the perfect renewal. The perfect dancers in Plato’s cave that we see only as shadows on a wall. The writer of Hebrew’s perfect high priest, who breaks into time to make the perfect sacrifice that does away with the imperfect copies. Aslan comes and breaks the never-ending winter. (Is this the lion rampant on a green field from “God Bless the Children?) Christmas comes and the frozen world thaws.

Christmas Song (1974) LINK to play

 
Like the snow on the stark spruce limb
Coated with ice, then stripped by wind
We melt away and return again
Stronger for the tempering flame
Stronger for the Saviour's name.

The cycle of the seasons, becomes a river of time. Again Christmas Song:
The stream is a motionless moment
Salmon in the sea swims deep
Pregnant with force as a prayer is
Spring in the hard earth sleeps

Redemption breaks into the stream of life as Bruce would later sing in “The Cry of a Tiny Babe” and shown on the cover of the album Circles in the Stream:

Like a stone on the surface of a still river
Driving the ripples on forever
Redemption rips through the surface of time
In the cry of a tiny babe


Finally I want to share the hymn of exaltation for this renewal in Bruce’s life recorded on Salt, Sun and Time:


All the Diamonds In the World (1974)
All the diamonds in this world
That mean anything to me
Are conjured up by wind and sunlight
Sparkling on the sea

I ran aground in a harbour town
Lost the taste for being free
Thank God He sent some gull-chased ship
To carry me to sea

Two thousand years and half a world away
Dying trees still grow greener when you pray

Silver scales flash bright and fade
In reeds along the shore
Like a pearl in sea of liquid jade
His ship comes shining
 

Like a crystal swan in a sky of suns
His ship comes shining.

Steven Wilson

I know I'm late to the partly, but I'm just now learning about  acclaimed prog-rocker (though people debate his genre) Steve Wilson:

     



Elaborate on what spirituality means to you.
In this context, spirituality means something that comes directly from the heart or soul without any kind of intellectual process getting in the way. When you bring in a jazz musician or any soloist used to improvisation, ideally you say “I want you to say something here. Speak in the voice of your instrument and tell us a story.” By their nature, jazz musicians don’t intellectualize what they play beforehand, and for me, that’s what makes their contributions more spiritual. That’s what I love most about jazz. It’s almost like there’s no barrier in place between you and the voice of the instrument or performer. That’s something that’s been lacking for me in a lot of my work over the last 10 years. I didn’t really go there previously because it’s not something I’m good at. I’m not a great improviser. I’m more of an architect. I like to plan things out and structure them, and then put them together. With Grace for Drowning, I was moving into the next phase of my creativity, which is a balance between me as a producer, editor or architect, and being able to draw on musicians that are more spiritual in how they approach music.

I suppose as a catch-all, you could say “spiritual” just means “done for the right reasons.” What I mean by that is there is no attempt on this album to fit the music into a specific market or genre, or appeal to the existing base, managers or record companies. I’m not suggesting I’ve ever done that, because I’m pretty much incapable of doing that. [laughs] I think I have a willful streak in me in that whatever I do, I have to do it in a way that ultimately pleases me. So, being spiritual in that sense is a need to get in touch with my own soul to fulfill my own creative needs.

The music industry is full of people that are clearly not being fulfilled by their work. They do things for reasons that are perhaps different from when they started or when they first fell in love with the whole creative process. There are plenty of people doing it for the same reason as when they fell in love with music—I’m not suggesting I’m unique in that respect. But the industry all too often crushes people into thinking they have to make music to please other people. That situation is the antithesis of spiritual music. The bottom line is spirituality means something that touches you and can touch other people as well. It’s the idea that art is a kind of mirror. You create something in a very selfish way and then when you release it into the world, it becomes a mirror. If other people see themselves reflected back in what you’re doing, then there is a sense of touching people. Touching people means making people understand that they’re not alone in feeling the emotions they’re feeling. In that sense, spiritual music is about making people feel they are part of a collective consciousness. None of the things we feel in this world are unique to us, no matter how bad or good they may feel...


...Do you find yourself often confronting these sorts of fears yourself?
Who doesn’t? I believe the curse of the human race is the knowledge of death. It’s why many people are unhappy a lot of the time. We are aware of our own impending death. No-one has managed to prove to me satisfactorily that animals are also aware of death. I think human beings are unique in that we are aware of our own mortality and it casts an incredible shadow over our whole existence. If we’re not happy, we measure our unhappiness against the fact that we have a finite amount of time on Earth in order to be happy. I would say that’s why we invented the myth of religion and God—to try and come to terms with the fact that we are mortal. We invented this whole kind of mythology and fairy tales about the afterlife and God. It’s all designed to make ourselves feel better and provide comfort. Now, that’s not the only thing we’ve done in order to get comfort. Alcohol, drugs, and one could even argue culture itself, are all things done to distract form being reminded about our own mortality. The irony with art is that a lot of it does the opposite. It reminds us exactly of our own mortality. I love that. It’s what draws me to lots of music—the whole spirituality thing, and sense of mortality, and that sense of the tragedy that is the gift of life. The gift of life is a wonderful thing, but it’s also a tragic thing. Life is but a blip. It’s just a moment, really. You have 80 years or so, maybe less, maybe more, to try and make some kind of sense of this random gift of life—this strange, cruel blip in time that is your life, your ego and your consciousness. Many years ago, I wrote an album called Signify for Porcupine Tree. The whole idea was to look at the ways we try to create some significance for our own life. So, even in my 20s, I was obsessed with that—the idea of making some kind of mark.

Are you an atheist?
Yes. I guess I am in some ways your archetypal atheist. I think the whole myth of religion is absolutely absurd. I say this with the caveat that I understand it brings happiness to people who would otherwise be unhappy. There is comfort in it for people who would otherwise be tortured by their own existence and all that stuff. I appreciate those reasons and arguments, but at the end of the day, I’m afraid it’s just a silly fairy tale that mankind has dreamed up because of our fear of death. It’s as simple as that. It seems so obvious to me that’s why we created this myth. Religion, lest we forget, is a relatively new thing. You can go back as far as the Stone Age to see that man has always worshiped something, such as the sun. But the contemporary idea of religion has been around for less than 2,000 years. I’m speaking as someone that grew up with the idea that if you’re going to be religious, you’re gong to be Christian. Well, the Bible was written 200-300 years after the events it supposedly depicts. That’s certainly true for the New Testament and The Gospels. People were employed by politicians and leaders of the church to write it and that says it all to me. I’ve done a lot of reading and research about religion, because it’s something that fascinates me. What fascinates me is the compulsion or need for many to believe in this nonsense. A great deal of us seem to have this need to fall back on this crutch of faith and belief. People say to me “Well, it’s all a matter of faith. You don’t need proof.” Well, faith for me in that sense becomes a synonym for believing a lie and that’s no explanation at all.

..What’s your take on streaming services like Spotify, Rdio and Rhapsody in terms of listener experience?
There’s nothing that can make them acceptable in my terms. For me, the whole romance of listening to music is tied into what I consider the art of listening. It’s a relationship with a physical piece—the album art, the record sleeve, putting the record on the turntable or putting the CD in the CD player. It’s about a very tactile relationship with the music and a physical manifestation of music. I realize I’m very old-fashioned and I can’t help it because of the generation I come from. Spotify and the rest of the streaming services will never appeal to me. Streaming is a very ugly, unromantic, unmagical, utilitarian way of listening to music. However, I’m also someone that makes music, and one of the things about making music is if you believe in your music, you want it to reach as many people as possible. For me, making music isn’t about making money. It’s not about being a star. But it’s a natural extension of the ego to want lots of people to hear it. That’s why when I was a kid, I’d give out demo tapes. Now, you put yourself on social media sites and try to get people to come and hear it.

I would rather people listen to my music on Spotify or steal it from download or blog sites than not hear it at all. But I would also rather have them buy the album and have a relationship with a physical piece. Realistically, that’s not going to happen. In most cases, particularly with the younger generation, people are not of that mindset. They don’t understand that physical product thing. They don’t get it because it’s not something they have any nostalgic attachment to. They’ve been born into a generation in which music is something you get for free or if you pay to download it, you get it from iTunes, or through subscription services like Spotify. So, now we have this kind of global jukebox going on and it’s very ugly to me. I’m 44 years old. I grew up at the tail end of the vinyl era and love collecting. I love physical products and the idea of music presented as art. So, those are my feelings about streaming. It’s ugly, but it’s here to stay. Unfortunately, it’s going to be one of the major ways to reach people with your music. So, in that sense I have to embrace it.

Seeing With a Creative Eye -- Leonard Sweet

Tuesday, July 01, 2014

Jesus as a Led Zeppelin Tank Man in the temple..

Good post by Andrew Perriman on Jesus' temple tantrum here; especially on the Scriptures Jesus brings to the table  (literally!  He overturns the tables, and turns over the three Scriptures he cites) in this text.

His connection to the "Tank Man" of Tiananmen Square made me think: "Is Jesus more Tank Man or Banner Man?"..

His concluding paragraph made me  sing this.

The Beauty of Containment

Great post By Happy Lee on "untranslatable" Spanish and English words (Hmm, I wonder if some languages have no word for "untranslatable"..is "untranslatable" ever "untranslatable"):



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