Music: Jessica Pratt

I am calling out to you from the nother place
Words mean more that they did before in that other place

In the time before us
There was a time before us
In the time before us

If you leave here you had better know which way you had better go
Because you know which way the spirit goes

Time was longer than when we were in that other place
Wills were harder than ever than in that other place

In the time above us
In the time below us
In the time between us

Sinse you’ve left here you had better show which way does the spirit go
Because you left you know which way it goes

Music: Julia Holter

I don’t need no one to follow, feathers full
Get up early just to charm unwaking souls
When the sea called me
When the sea called me home
I can’t swim. It’s lucidity. So clear!
I can’t swim. It’s lucidity. So clear!
I can’t swim. It’s lucidity. So clear!
It’s no wonder they’re shipping all my clothes
Wear the fog, I’ll forget the rules I’ve known
Look in cloud’s mirror
When the sea called me home
I can’t swim. It’s lucidity. So clear!
I hear small words from the shore
No recognized pattern

Music: Leon Bridges

Rivers have always been places of revival for me. I feel like Leon Bridges understands. Seems especially fitting on American Independence day when I am thinking of all my friends back home and that beautiful Hudson River.

Been traveling these wide roads for so long
My heart’s been far from you
Ten-thousand miles gone

Oh, I wanna come near and give ya
Every part of me
But there is blood on my hands
And my lips aren’t clean

In my darkness I remember
Momma’s words reoccur to me
“Surrender to the good Lord
And he’ll wipe your slate clean”

Take me to your river
I wanna go
Oh, go on
Take me to your river
I wanna know

Tip me in your smooth waters
I go in
As a man with many crimes
Come up for air
As my sins flow down the Jordan

Oh, I wanna come near and give ya
Every part of me
But there is blood on my hands
And my lips aren’t clean

Take me to your river
I wanna go
Go on,
Take me to your river
I wanna know

I wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know

Take me to your river
I wanna go
Lord, please let me know
Take me to your river
I wanna know

Music: Stolen Jars

Such a beautiful poem in the lyrics of this Stolen Jar’s song that popped up on my “discover weekly” mix on Spotify:

In miles I’m home
where things I’d prized, stacked pegs and wire that I’d called mine
who knew I was so blue at age 5, standing tall among the vines of a small tinted window.

I remember
the nose of
a donkey I knew when
I was a girl wanting
to warm the noses of donkeys

I remember the
wools and the wetnesses, and his long jowl under my arm

I remember the
cross across his back, black, and thinking oh that’s where that
comes from

I loved him for coldness of nose, willingness to be warmed
I loved him for the purpose he gave me, willingness to be loved

if I am warm, let me warm you. if I am willing, let me do.

Music: Empress Of

I’ve been enjoying Empress Of’s melodic voice on my commute. Love her lyrics in this one especially, “Everything is you – you are everything.” It’s a nice reminder we are all one, especially important when you are riding the tram in someone’s armpit and not necessarily feeling the most connected.

Music: Shovels and Rope

My recent move gave me lots of time to listen to music on planes and many tears to shed through good tunes. A friend sent me this one in the midst of my panic over leaving. It’s such a good message: patience, it’ll work out.