The Busker
A bronzed pool of lamplight
Sirens blow by
A young man on the street corner
Giving all he's got
To whoever will hear
His story as best he recollects
His father was there
and then he was gone
This too shall pass.
His bike got stole
His job got sold
His shoes got holes
Water in a bowl
This too shall pass.
So he's facing the night
does what he knows to remind
Nothing changes but the leaves
Nothing returns but the tide
After the night, after his shoes
After the father, After the light
After the bugs
After the blues
This too shall pass.
By slowly or by brief
This too shall pass.
Showing posts with label spiritual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spiritual. Show all posts
August 9, 2010
April 19, 2010
1) Set Goal. 2) Achieve Goal.
"..drumming can be used to shift through major issues such as fear, resentment, or anger...using your drum can help you pass through and accept the natural biological and spiritual changes that take place in the course of our lives.." - Steven Ash in Sacred Druming.
I've had a fair bit of anger, resentment and fear in the past four months. Tonight at band practice, after a four-hour session of rehearsing, criticism and fine-tuning our current tunes, we muted our critics and turned it out with this thumping dirty blues jam with Nate on guitar and Conrad on bass, Rocco improvising lyrics overs all of us. It sounded like a swarm of batsouttahell, but I knew as I was playing that I was bleeding out negative energy I've been storing up for months. I feel great knowing I left it all on the drum mat.
I'm not sure what I'm doing with this band or if anything will come of it apart from some sweet memories and fraternity, but I am having a great time, I'm not hurting anybody, and I sleep well at night, next to a lovely lady - so I ain't got much about which to bitch.
I've had a fair bit of anger, resentment and fear in the past four months. Tonight at band practice, after a four-hour session of rehearsing, criticism and fine-tuning our current tunes, we muted our critics and turned it out with this thumping dirty blues jam with Nate on guitar and Conrad on bass, Rocco improvising lyrics overs all of us. It sounded like a swarm of batsouttahell, but I knew as I was playing that I was bleeding out negative energy I've been storing up for months. I feel great knowing I left it all on the drum mat.
I'm not sure what I'm doing with this band or if anything will come of it apart from some sweet memories and fraternity, but I am having a great time, I'm not hurting anybody, and I sleep well at night, next to a lovely lady - so I ain't got much about which to bitch.
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