Another nerdy Wheel of Time video. Because the idea was just too fun to pass up.
Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
A Song, in Sadness
Special thanks to Emily Dickinson and William Ernest Henley
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I’m like a bird that is losing her path
In the sky
I’m getting hurt by the same winds that helped me
To fly
And none of the things that have feathers
Perch in my soul
Singing the tunes without words,
Never stopping at all
How awesome is the darkness—
How deep the hopeless holes—
That shadows all the pathways
That barricades the roads!
They never quench my thirsting
Or wrap me up at night
So why does sitting in them
Still make me feel all right?
This is my turn, but the road’s looking long
Up ahead
How can I walk when my heart and my feet
Are like lead?
And sometimes the gates there look straight,
And no sins mark the scroll
Yet I do not master my fate,
Nor captain my soul
How awesome is the darkness—
How deep the hopeless holes—
That shadows all the pathways
That barricades the roads!
They never sate my hunger
Or tuck me in at night
So why does singing of them
Still make me feel all right?
All right...
All right...
Hope is a thing with feathers
With feathers, with feathers
Let these words fly, I’ll feel better
Feel better, feel better.
Hope is a thing with feathers,
With feathers, with feathers
Now it can land, and I’ll feel better
I’m better, I’m better...
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I’m like a bird that is losing her path
In the sky
I’m getting hurt by the same winds that helped me
To fly
And none of the things that have feathers
Perch in my soul
Singing the tunes without words,
Never stopping at all
How awesome is the darkness—
How deep the hopeless holes—
That shadows all the pathways
That barricades the roads!
They never quench my thirsting
Or wrap me up at night
So why does sitting in them
Still make me feel all right?
This is my turn, but the road’s looking long
Up ahead
How can I walk when my heart and my feet
Are like lead?
And sometimes the gates there look straight,
And no sins mark the scroll
Yet I do not master my fate,
Nor captain my soul
How awesome is the darkness—
How deep the hopeless holes—
That shadows all the pathways
That barricades the roads!
They never sate my hunger
Or tuck me in at night
So why does singing of them
Still make me feel all right?
All right...
All right...
Hope is a thing with feathers
With feathers, with feathers
Let these words fly, I’ll feel better
Feel better, feel better.
Hope is a thing with feathers,
With feathers, with feathers
Now it can land, and I’ll feel better
I’m better, I’m better...
Saturday, October 30, 2010
The Krychocosm - Episode VI: Knowing You
original "Knowing You" by Graham Kendrick ((c)1993 Make Way Music)
w/ new verses by me
w/ new verses by me
Why do I shed tears though I know your name,
And I tremble though you say, “be strong?”
I try hard, my Lord, but I’ve failed again.
Though you fill, I feel an empty shell.
but
Knowing you, Jesus, knowing you –
There is no greater thing.
You’re my all, you’re the best,
You’re my joy, my righteousness,
And I love you, Lord!
You’re my steadfast friend when I know it not.
This I am assured – tomorrow, I’ll see
That you hold me close and you keep me warm –
While my heart is cold, you’re loving me!
Knowing you, Jesus, knowing you –
There is no greater thing.
You’re my all, you’re the best,
You’re my joy, my righteousness,
And I love you, Lord!
Won’t you break my heart with your gospel truth
As you make me more like you today?
Oh, my hope is sure, I cannot be moved!
I am washed in love and saved by grace!
Knowing you, Jesus, knowing you –
There is no greater thing.
You’re my all, you’re the best,
You’re my joy, my righteousness,
And I love you, Lord!
Monday, September 13, 2010
Intriguing Little Poison
While jamming out to various songs in my head today as I am wont to do, my mental radio tuned to that old song by the Pussycat Dolls, "Don't Cha." Now, it's really bugging me.
"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?...don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha?" the lyrics taunt. The song paints a picture of the singer blatantly flaunting her charms in front of a guy who's "taken," filling him with doubt and discontent about the woman he's with.
The thing that disturbs me is how true to life such an attitude is. Why was the song so popular awhile back? It resonates with people, because most women (and men) have probably had a "don't cha" moment where they wanted to strut their stuff and say, "Look at me! I'm sooo much better!"
There's something fun about sinning -- otherwise, we wouldn't do it. That's true here. The element of competition makes the theme of the song titillating, which makes it all the more perfidious.
Dating people, engaged people, married people, comparison is poison. Once you allow yourself to start looking at others in order to find areas where your significant other falls short, trust me, you will find areas where they do -- endless areas, in fact. The seemingly innocent little "if only he/she..." game will become a perilously slippery slope, creating unrealistic expectations for the person that he/she will not be able to live up to! As they begin to fail you in those expectations, bitterness and discontent will grow, as surely as a seed will sprout when planted and watered under the right conditions.
Do your significant other a favor, and evaluate them by the Word and wise counsel on their own merit. Everyone, and I mean everyone, has annoying attributes. Any ideal you have you've made up in a fantasy world, trust me. Slap someone on a chart of those ideals and they are doomed to fail the test.
When the "don't cha" thoughts arise, stop. Reject the thought, taking it captive in the power and for the sake of Christ. Replace the thought with meditations on what is good and admirable.
Nobody -- that is, nobody I know -- likes poison! It may smell good, but do yourself a favor -- after you waft the scent over to your nose with your hand like your good chemistry teacher taught you to do, take note of what the smell indicates, put down the vial, and walk away.
"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?...don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha?" the lyrics taunt. The song paints a picture of the singer blatantly flaunting her charms in front of a guy who's "taken," filling him with doubt and discontent about the woman he's with.
The thing that disturbs me is how true to life such an attitude is. Why was the song so popular awhile back? It resonates with people, because most women (and men) have probably had a "don't cha" moment where they wanted to strut their stuff and say, "Look at me! I'm sooo much better!"
There's something fun about sinning -- otherwise, we wouldn't do it. That's true here. The element of competition makes the theme of the song titillating, which makes it all the more perfidious.
Dating people, engaged people, married people, comparison is poison. Once you allow yourself to start looking at others in order to find areas where your significant other falls short, trust me, you will find areas where they do -- endless areas, in fact. The seemingly innocent little "if only he/she..." game will become a perilously slippery slope, creating unrealistic expectations for the person that he/she will not be able to live up to! As they begin to fail you in those expectations, bitterness and discontent will grow, as surely as a seed will sprout when planted and watered under the right conditions.
Do your significant other a favor, and evaluate them by the Word and wise counsel on their own merit. Everyone, and I mean everyone, has annoying attributes. Any ideal you have you've made up in a fantasy world, trust me. Slap someone on a chart of those ideals and they are doomed to fail the test.
When the "don't cha" thoughts arise, stop. Reject the thought, taking it captive in the power and for the sake of Christ. Replace the thought with meditations on what is good and admirable.
Nobody -- that is, nobody I know -- likes poison! It may smell good, but do yourself a favor -- after you waft the scent over to your nose with your hand like your good chemistry teacher taught you to do, take note of what the smell indicates, put down the vial, and walk away.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
We Gon Find You...
I feel it's only fair that I share the pleasant pain of this song that will, inevitably, get stuck in your head after you watch the video. It's so worth it though, if your sense of humor is at all similar to mine.
Do you remember that broadcast news story a few years (?) ago, where an intruder climbed into a girl's bedroom window and tried to rape her, but her brother got there in time to beat him off? How am I supposed to remember that? That happens all the time, you may think. True, but this incident was unique, purely because of the way the brother responded in his television interview. Watch and recall:
Original news story
Yesterday, our friend Tim introduced us to the group The Gregory Brothers, who are known for auto-tuning actual news casts. That is, they take the dialogue and video clips and electronically manipulate them to make a song and a "music video," respectively.
Who knew that the "Bed Intruder" story would become an all-too-catchy and oddly hysterical song that hit the top of iTunes downloads charts for a spell?
Gregory Brothers' song
...
Like I said, who knew?
Do you remember that broadcast news story a few years (?) ago, where an intruder climbed into a girl's bedroom window and tried to rape her, but her brother got there in time to beat him off? How am I supposed to remember that? That happens all the time, you may think. True, but this incident was unique, purely because of the way the brother responded in his television interview. Watch and recall:
Original news story
Yesterday, our friend Tim introduced us to the group The Gregory Brothers, who are known for auto-tuning actual news casts. That is, they take the dialogue and video clips and electronically manipulate them to make a song and a "music video," respectively.
Who knew that the "Bed Intruder" story would become an all-too-catchy and oddly hysterical song that hit the top of iTunes downloads charts for a spell?
Gregory Brothers' song
...
Like I said, who knew?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Contemplations of a Young Wife, Twelfth Part
A Song of Sentiments to My Husband
About the Difficulties of Honesty and Openness.
My love, you look me in the eye,
And I have to tear my eyes away.
Today, my mouth's an iron fist,
Clenched hard, so my heart cannot escape.
Well, maybe. Maybe...
Tomorrow, I'll let you see the steps
I dance in secret.
Tomorrow, I'll let you break the code
Of what I'm weeping.
Tomorrow, I'll be one day more like Christ,
Who teaches me how truly to be true --
This time, I'd rather run and hide
Under the shelter known as surface truth.
Today, you saw, at least, my mind
One step away from how you wanted to.
But maybe, maybe...
Tomorrow, I'll endure the pain of pulling
Out the arrow.
Tomorrow, I'll let you dig right beside me
In the refuse.
Tomorrow, I will claim another day
With Jesus, who alone can make me true --
Tomorrow, I'll tell you.
You who are one flesh with me,
I'll unlock my mind,
And if you will help me, we'll
Draw out the soul inside.
Then, when all those earthly shadows are laid bare,
We will hear the Spirit speak
The truth about what's true.
About the Difficulties of Honesty and Openness.
My love, you look me in the eye,
And I have to tear my eyes away.
Today, my mouth's an iron fist,
Clenched hard, so my heart cannot escape.
Well, maybe. Maybe...
Tomorrow, I'll let you see the steps
I dance in secret.
Tomorrow, I'll let you break the code
Of what I'm weeping.
Tomorrow, I'll be one day more like Christ,
Who teaches me how truly to be true --
This time, I'd rather run and hide
Under the shelter known as surface truth.
Today, you saw, at least, my mind
One step away from how you wanted to.
But maybe, maybe...
Tomorrow, I'll endure the pain of pulling
Out the arrow.
Tomorrow, I'll let you dig right beside me
In the refuse.
Tomorrow, I will claim another day
With Jesus, who alone can make me true --
Tomorrow, I'll tell you.
You who are one flesh with me,
I'll unlock my mind,
And if you will help me, we'll
Draw out the soul inside.
Then, when all those earthly shadows are laid bare,
We will hear the Spirit speak
The truth about what's true.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Chris and Me, Avril and Me
Hi, everyone.
I've been sliiiightly out of commission this last week. I didn't make a Krychocosm, for one, but I think that's pretty excusable, considering the fact that Chris and I were out of town for our friends David and Bethany's wedding from Friday to Sunday, and Sunday was our first anniversary. We got all gussied up fancy-shmancy went to Cheesecake Factory.
Then, we stayed at the gorgeous Skirvin-Hilton hotel in OKC!
Also, there are pretty flowers sitting on my coffee table.
Isn't that awesome? God is good.
In the car yesterday, Chris and I were listening to Avril Lavigne's Let Go. Great memories. I am unashamed that that CD is still one of my favorites -- not only does Avril have a beautiful voice, I identify (and did in the past) with many of her songs.
My mentioning this sparked an interesting conversation, in which I tried to explain why I -- very normal (well...), very girlish and very peppy -- felt so in touch with very punk, very edgy and very angst-y Avril. In fact, since Let Go came out, my heart has hurt for her many times as I listened to the sad stories contained in her songs.
Chris listened to the lyrics of "Anything But Ordinary" and said, "Okay, I can see why you identify with her, in some good ways and bad ways." For example: A good way is that, as the song says, "I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please." A bad way is my unhealthy restlessness and discontent, reflected in the lyrics, "Is it enough to love? Is it enough to breathe?" And later, "[I'll do] anything to make me feel alive."
I mused that I wasn't sure someone like Avril and I would be friends if we actually knew one another. Then, the thought hit me (hear me out on it): There are really only a few types of people in the world.
I think we all have our categories of pain and insecurity that overlap with a larger chunk of humanity than we can fully comprehend. At the same time we're utterly unique, we're also so very similar. Isn't that crazy?
P.S. More not-so-happy mail. Got a manuscript back today that I've sent in twice (graciously, the editor let me make corrections and try again the first time). Once again, she made edits and said to fix it up and send it back to her. Meh. Let's try this dance again...
I've been sliiiightly out of commission this last week. I didn't make a Krychocosm, for one, but I think that's pretty excusable, considering the fact that Chris and I were out of town for our friends David and Bethany's wedding from Friday to Sunday, and Sunday was our first anniversary. We got all gussied up fancy-shmancy went to Cheesecake Factory.
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| Photo courtesy eataroundokc.com |
Then, we stayed at the gorgeous Skirvin-Hilton hotel in OKC!
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| Photo courtesy www1.hilton.com |
Also, there are pretty flowers sitting on my coffee table.
Isn't that awesome? God is good.
In the car yesterday, Chris and I were listening to Avril Lavigne's Let Go. Great memories. I am unashamed that that CD is still one of my favorites -- not only does Avril have a beautiful voice, I identify (and did in the past) with many of her songs.
My mentioning this sparked an interesting conversation, in which I tried to explain why I -- very normal (well...), very girlish and very peppy -- felt so in touch with very punk, very edgy and very angst-y Avril. In fact, since Let Go came out, my heart has hurt for her many times as I listened to the sad stories contained in her songs.
Chris listened to the lyrics of "Anything But Ordinary" and said, "Okay, I can see why you identify with her, in some good ways and bad ways." For example: A good way is that, as the song says, "I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please." A bad way is my unhealthy restlessness and discontent, reflected in the lyrics, "Is it enough to love? Is it enough to breathe?" And later, "[I'll do] anything to make me feel alive."
I mused that I wasn't sure someone like Avril and I would be friends if we actually knew one another. Then, the thought hit me (hear me out on it): There are really only a few types of people in the world.
I think we all have our categories of pain and insecurity that overlap with a larger chunk of humanity than we can fully comprehend. At the same time we're utterly unique, we're also so very similar. Isn't that crazy?
P.S. More not-so-happy mail. Got a manuscript back today that I've sent in twice (graciously, the editor let me make corrections and try again the first time). Once again, she made edits and said to fix it up and send it back to her. Meh. Let's try this dance again...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
God is Not Like Peanut Bread
My sister Annie and I used to record ourselves singing everything from "Just Around the Riverbend" to "God of Wonders" on those small, rectangular double-spools of tape called cassettes.
You may recall them.
Anyhow, a snatch of one of those songs popped into my head today, out of nowhere:
Yesterday, in Bible times, when they sat down to eat
They had peanut bread and matza, and the honey was so sweeeeet.
But today, in modern times, we have hamburgers and fries
We have pepperoni pizzas, we have strawberry pie-ieeeeees!
Only God know what tomorrow will bring!
Oh, yesterday, today and tomorrow
Everything around us seems to change
But as we turn back the pages, and look through the ages
We see the love of God has always been the same.
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Chew on that. No pun intended.
You may recall them.
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| Photo courtesy of copycatsmedia.files.wordpress.com |
Anyhow, a snatch of one of those songs popped into my head today, out of nowhere:
Yesterday, in Bible times, when they sat down to eat
They had peanut bread and matza, and the honey was so sweeeeet.
But today, in modern times, we have hamburgers and fries
We have pepperoni pizzas, we have strawberry pie-ieeeeees!
Only God know what tomorrow will bring!
Oh, yesterday, today and tomorrow
Everything around us seems to change
But as we turn back the pages, and look through the ages
We see the love of God has always been the same.
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Chew on that. No pun intended.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
This song is because I love the Word of God!
You Speak
by Jaimie Krycho
May 13, 2010
v. 1
There is life in your Word,
It’s a sword with a double-edge
It judges me
So I’ll meditate here
Feeling nothing, but still you move
When I can’t see
You are sovereign, glory like a storm
So your whispers hold that power
Released within my heart!
Chorus
You speak, I know
And though I don’t hear you I sing
Praise to your name
My faith will grow
Though I only know you in part
You change me the same
You change me the same
v. 2
I depend on the Vine
I’m a branch, I can’t see the whole--
You’re holding on
To me
I am safe in your hand—
Praise you, Father, your space is broad
Where we are free!
You are mighty, glory like the sun
You are ever-present here
You make the darkness run!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
A song of new colors and heavyhearted hope.
Watercolor
by Jaimie Krycho
May 5, 2010
v. 1
The creation of a new world
Is coming into bloom
One palette of color fading
Delicate, dissolving painting
Who can keep a dream so closely?
It's a paltry, faithless thing
Just like springtime speeding past,
Miss the landscape driving fast.
And I
Pray you open up the sky--
There's a permanence in sunset
That helps me say goodbye!
Chorus
They're watercolors, all of them--
I'm terrified to tear the page away
There's passion and there's providence
And fire burning in my soul
Without these colors, how can I be whole?
v. 2
Introduction to a new home
Holds echoes of the lost
Wander through the silent hallways
They will be abandoned always
Then there's sunshine in the open
Fields of yellow, purple, gold
Little buds and bright blue water
Given to your princess-daughter!
And I
Pray you break the rule of time
Lock away the chest of yearning
Let the jewel of life be mine!
Chorus . . .
by Jaimie Krycho
May 5, 2010
v. 1
The creation of a new world
Is coming into bloom
One palette of color fading
Delicate, dissolving painting
Who can keep a dream so closely?
It's a paltry, faithless thing
Just like springtime speeding past,
Miss the landscape driving fast.
And I
Pray you open up the sky--
There's a permanence in sunset
That helps me say goodbye!
Chorus
They're watercolors, all of them--
I'm terrified to tear the page away
There's passion and there's providence
And fire burning in my soul
Without these colors, how can I be whole?
v. 2
Introduction to a new home
Holds echoes of the lost
Wander through the silent hallways
They will be abandoned always
Then there's sunshine in the open
Fields of yellow, purple, gold
Little buds and bright blue water
Given to your princess-daughter!
And I
Pray you break the rule of time
Lock away the chest of yearning
Let the jewel of life be mine!
Chorus . . .
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
My song to anyone once shafted by love.
I pulled out my 6th grade journal yesterday--a detailed chronicle of my life from 2001 to 2005. It laughed hysterically at my melodramatic accounts of the rambunctious boys who called me "cutie" and put crickets in my locker to the girls I code-named because they were my tacit enemies or who drew comic strips with me and loved me like a faithful sister.
I'm an emotional person, so the stories resurrected vivid memories. It won't surprise you to know that the memories about disappointed love were most clear.
I revel in the love of my husband now. It's a more beautiful love than I had a concept of at age 12, that's for sure! Finding him wasn't the ending of a fairy tale like I thought it would be. Instead, it was the opening of an adventure more grand and awesome than any story my writer's mind ever contrived.
I have a background of heartbreak, but look where God has taken me.
This song is an example of where I used to be.
Hopefully, it will encourage anyone who is disillusioned and ready to give up on a God-sent love story.
This was penned in my journal after the final sentence of the entry: "Perhaps, one goodbye isn't good enough..."
What Went Wrong
written June 16, 2004
I thought that for sure all the wounds had healed up/and nothing would disturb me anymore
But I opened up my journal yesterday/finding that your name was written on the cover
I turn the page, and a picture that I drew/traces lines of adoration in your smile
I turn the radio on and music floods my mind/and it just happens to be our song!
Oh, quit haunting me, baby!/What have I ever done to you?
I'm dying to retrace our steps and find out
where we went wrong!
Oh, quit haunting me, baby!/Your eyes are more than I can bear
I'm dying to retrace our steps and find out
if you miss me!/Oh, where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
Viewing running commentaries everywhere that I alight/of lovers who are on the path we took
A passage strangely familiar to me as I read at night/is turning up in every single book
I close my eyes, maybe sleep will kill the pain/but I only get a vision of our stars
And when I open them, I daydream for an hour/of running into warm and open arms!
Oh, quit haunting me, baby!/What have I ever done to you?
I'm dying to retrace our steps and find out
where we went wrong!
Oh, quit haunting me, baby!/Your eyes are more than I can bear
I'm dying to retrace our steps and find out
if you miss me!/Oh, where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
I'm an emotional person, so the stories resurrected vivid memories. It won't surprise you to know that the memories about disappointed love were most clear.
I revel in the love of my husband now. It's a more beautiful love than I had a concept of at age 12, that's for sure! Finding him wasn't the ending of a fairy tale like I thought it would be. Instead, it was the opening of an adventure more grand and awesome than any story my writer's mind ever contrived.
I have a background of heartbreak, but look where God has taken me.
This song is an example of where I used to be.
Hopefully, it will encourage anyone who is disillusioned and ready to give up on a God-sent love story.
This was penned in my journal after the final sentence of the entry: "Perhaps, one goodbye isn't good enough..."
What Went Wrong
written June 16, 2004
I thought that for sure all the wounds had healed up/and nothing would disturb me anymore
But I opened up my journal yesterday/finding that your name was written on the cover
I turn the page, and a picture that I drew/traces lines of adoration in your smile
I turn the radio on and music floods my mind/and it just happens to be our song!
Oh, quit haunting me, baby!/What have I ever done to you?
I'm dying to retrace our steps and find out
where we went wrong!
Oh, quit haunting me, baby!/Your eyes are more than I can bear
I'm dying to retrace our steps and find out
if you miss me!/Oh, where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
Viewing running commentaries everywhere that I alight/of lovers who are on the path we took
A passage strangely familiar to me as I read at night/is turning up in every single book
I close my eyes, maybe sleep will kill the pain/but I only get a vision of our stars
And when I open them, I daydream for an hour/of running into warm and open arms!
Oh, quit haunting me, baby!/What have I ever done to you?
I'm dying to retrace our steps and find out
where we went wrong!
Oh, quit haunting me, baby!/Your eyes are more than I can bear
I'm dying to retrace our steps and find out
if you miss me!/Oh, where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
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