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Hand To Mouth

Friday July 20th 2012

This is a republish of Wednesday’s post, but now – if all is well – the music video should work to be enjoyed by everyone  [the song was blocked through a different provider]. And even more so, when I contacted her,  Elizaveta herself assisted in working around it. She’s got heart. So if you like her music, show her some love and buy it here: ‘Hand to Mouth’ by Elizaveta. She also shared a link to hear more of her music for free, click here  [US only]: 

 

From Wednesday’s [July 18th 2012] post

Yesterday a very dear woman shared this deeply moving song with me – ‘Hand to Mouth’ by Elizaveta [lyrics at bottom of post] I felt compelled to listen to it over and over again – to feel its essence and to let it sink to  the core of my heart…Bordering on heart break. And let me tell you one thing:

We Will Not Let The Lights Go Down And Out

On This Beautiful Planet

Never –  Ever

We are to find our way back Home, to our Hearts, to our  Kindness and Compassion that is our Natural Way of Being. Because we must. Because we need to. Because we can. Because we will. Because that’s who we are.

. . . We come, then, for the healing of hearts and for the healing of the brokenhearted and those who are bowed down and cannot raise themselves up. We come for the many who are crisscrossing the globe, for whom no one cares. They are without food or water or medicine. And worst of all they are without hope. For almost no one cares for them.

“Will you turn your backs on them and say, ‘Well, it must be their karma,’ and harden your hearts toward them? Or will you offer prayers and invocations in their behalf as well as providing sustenance and medicine?”

Shine Your Light  – Make Yourself Be Seen For Those Who Can’t ~ Jay

 

 

Hand To Mouth – Elizaveta

Jimmy got nothing, made himself a name

With a gun that he polished for a rainy day

A smile and a quote from a vigilant movie

Our boy Jimmy just blew them all away

 

He said it made him crazy

25 years living

Hand to Mouth

Hand to Mouth

Hand to Mouth

 

Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep

She needs her mother but her mother is dead

Just another hooker for the lucky to forget

Just another hooker, it happens every day

 

She left her little baby

She couldn’t bare to see her living

Hand to Mouth

Hand to Mouth

Hand to Mouth

 

I believe in the Gods of America

I believe in the Land of the Free

But no one told me

That the gods believe in nothing

 

So with empty hands I pray

And  I tell myself one day

That they will see me

See me

 

Everybody talks about the new generation

Jump on a wagon, gonna leave you behind

But no one gave a thought to  the rest of the nation

I’d like to help you, buddy

But I haven’t got the time

 

Somebody shouted “Save me”

And everybody kept them living

Hand to Mouth

Hand to Mouth

Hand to Mouth

 

There’s a big fat lady on the big white doorstep

She asked her daddy

And her daddy said “yes”

Has to give a little for the money that we get

Has to give a little – They say it’s for the best

 

Somebody shouted “Baby”

And everybody keeps them living

Hand to Mouth

Hand to Mouth

Hand to Mouth

 

So she went to the Arms of America

And she kissed the powers that be

But someone told me

That the Gods believe in nothing

So with empty hands I pray

And I tell myself – one day

They may see me

See me

 

I believe in the Gods of America

I believe in the Land of the Free

But no one told me

That the Gods believe in nothing

 

So with empty hands I pray

And I tell myself – one day

They may see me

See me

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A New Wind Blowing

Even though old stuff seems to keep resurfacing over and over again,  this time The New Wind kindly sweeps it out of existence, if we lovingly allow it. It’s Time.  It’s a New Dawn. It’s a New Day. And The Magic that was rained down on us through Solstice Thunder is taking root and overtaking The Land in a breathtaking Love Flow of At Last. We’re in a New Place. There’s a  New Wind Blowing…Smell The Roses.

 

Solstice Thunder

Yesterday this precious gift came falling from somewhere way up high. And it came hard and fast. It’s charged and full of magic. It will fill you up, if you allow it. For me there’s an energetic link with this earlier tune. From build up pressure to release.

Tune in. It’s worth it. And you’re worth it (no, I’m not selling shampoo). Bunches of Love ~ Jay

Around The Bend

A pioneer dreams about what’s around the bend, of the land that’s not on the map. Hears the promising chants he can’t resist. And can only adhere to the flow of the river. It will take him there. There’s a promise around the bend, unproven to the naked eye, but known by heart. There are no detours, only misconceptions about the journey. As The Stones say:

‘I’ll be following the river, gonna join hands with the sea’

The Guardians

Reading the musings of Lisa Gawlas (here and here), currently from the grounds of New Mexico,  she speaks of The Guardians, the unseen energy keepers, up on the Mesa cliff  in her backyard. The ancestors that ‘are us, aspects of us to merge with’.  That image stuck with me, and begged for a little soundtrack.

They’re the winds from our past, the breeze from the future, seeding the vortex of Now. They are us.  Ssshhhhhh ssshhhhhh [= sound of wind].

Soular Whispers

We are warmed up to New Earth by  New Sun (a.k.a. The Sunster), with an ever brighter glow. Have you noticed?  The Sun holds a deep promise, a truth that craves to be lived. It tells us with a dear embrace: ‘You are free, always have been and always will be’.  With the whole truth and ‘nothing but’ out there  – to be seen, to be felt, overflown with and filled up by –  is there really still a dare?

As the seasons turn, turn, turn here’s a little Sun-spired tune, Soular Whispers. You’re free to enjoy it, courtesy of The Sunster.

An open invitation

Today 2012 graciously invites us into her home and asks us to be kind. To let go. To take our shoes off. To let tears flow. To have a heart. To not know. To be gentle. To take lightly. To smile. To play. One day at a time. Moment by moment, carrying us from Now to Now. RSVP.

I’m happy to share this little musical gift with you – original by Spirit. Have a good one. Play.


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