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I could scour my brain for hours and produce no contribution. Except that the first album I personally "owned," which defined my 90s more than any other, offers nothing but affirmations and laments.

Tennessee -

Lord, I've really been real stressed, down and out, losing ground

Although I am black and proud, problems got me pessimistic

Brothers and sisters keep messin' up, why does it have to be so damn tuff?

I don't know where I can go to let these ghosts out of my skull

My grandma past my brother's gone, I never at once felt so alone

I know you're supposed to be my steering wheel, not just my spare tire (Home!)

But Lord, I ask you (Home!)

to be my guiding force and truth (Home!)

For some strange reason it had to be (Home!)

He guided me to Tennessee (Home!)

Take me to another place, take me to another land

Make me forget all that hurts me, let me understand Your plan

Take me to another place, take me to another land

Make me forget all that hurts me, let me understand Your plan

Lord it's obvious we got a relationship

Talkin' to each other every night and day

Although you're superior over me

We talk to each other in a friendship way

Then outta nowhere, you tell me to break

Outta the country, and into more country

Past Dyesburg into Ripley

Where the ghost of childhood haunts me

Walk the roads my forefathers walked

Climb the trees my forefathers hung from

Ask those trees for all their wisdom

They tell me my ears are so young (Home!)

Go back, from whence you came (Home!)

My family tree, my family name (Home!)

For some strange reason it had to be (Home!)

He guided me to Tennessee (Home!)

Take me to another place, take me to another land

Make me forget all that hurts me, let me understand your plan

Take me to another place, take me to another land

Make me forget all that hurts me, let me understand your plan

(Ishee? She went down to Holland Spring.

Rasadan and Babba? They went down to P St.

Headliner? I challenge you to a game of Horseshoe -

A game of horseshoes!)

Now I see the importance of history

Why my people be in the mess that they be

Many journeys to freedom made in vain

By brothers on the corner playin' ghetto games

I ask you, Lord why you enlightened me

Without the enlightenment of all my folks

He said, cuz I set myself on a quest for truth

And He was there to quench my thirst

But I am still thirsty

The Lord allowed me to drink some more

He said what I am searching for are

The answers to all which are in front of me

The ultimate truth started to get blurry

For some strange reason it had to be

It was all a dream about Tennessee

Take me to another place (home...), take me to another land (home...)

Make me forget all that hurts me (home...), let me understand your plan (yeah...)

Take me to another place (home...), take me to another land (home...)

Make me forget all that hurts me (home...), let me understand your plan (yeah...)

Oh, won't you let me, won't you help me

won't you help me understand your plan...

Take me home,

Take me home, home,

Take me to another place

Take me home,

Woah, you know I need to go home, yeah...

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I'm late to post here, but thanks for this post, Mark. Some lovely music you've shared that I hadn't heard before. My contribution for a Song of Participation would be "Carpet of the Sun" by the 1970's progressive rock group Renaissance. The combination of Betty Thatcher's simple but lovely lyrics written about her own home garden, and the sweeping and swelling orchestration and arrangement, and the amazing vocals of Annie Haslam, combine to make this song a perfect tribute to the contributions we give to the world by growing our own 'carpets of the sun.'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VaN45sVEQw

[Verse 1]

Come along with me

Down into the world of seeing

Come and you'll be free

Take the time to find the feeling

[Pre Chorus]

See everything on it's own

And you'll find you know the way

And you'll know the things you're shown

Owe everything to the day

[Chorus]

See the carpet of the sun

The green grass soft and sweet

Sands upon the shores of time

Of oceans mountains steep

Part of the world that you live in

You are the part that you're giving

[Verse 2]

Come into the day

Feel the sunshine warmth around you

Sounds from far away

Music of the love that found you

[Pre Chorus]

The seed that you plant today

Tomorrow will be a tree

And living goes on this way

It's all part of you and me

[Chorus]

See the carpet of the sun

The green grass soft and sweet

Sands upon the shores of time

Of oceans mountains steep

Part of the world that you live in

You are the part that you're giving

As for Songs of Lamentation, a surprisingly large share of music in the black metal genre is dedicated to taking awe in our natural landscapes and decrying the world that us humans have created in it's stead. Maybe strange for a genre built on electric guitars and banshee vocals, but an awe for nature and it's solitude and mysteries lies at the heart of many black metallers and black metal fans (me included). See "Banished," for instance, by the band Falls of Rauros (and the song that leads into it, "Earth's Old Timid Grace," which has played in my head when on a couple backpacking trips into the mountainous wilderness of the western US).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ax7qTj0aA9A

Barren. hollow. desolate.

Burdened by the weight of emptiness and failure.

I thought I heard them whisper..

"Come home to us and sleep once more blanketed by stars

and breathe again the air uncorrupted

and tread upon the footpaths of those you've cast aside.

Wade into the waters flowing, winding

never to contemplate these cursed thoughts again..."

This is sorrow. This in no way defines us.

How can we be so careless?

The vision is calling, is piercing our hearts.

We cannot dwell here idle while this violence goes on.

Banished. Driven out of existence. A curse upon the earth.

Always under the banner of progress and feigned elevation.

Know that this culture will dissolve. It is the natural conclusion.

This cannot persist much longer.

One day we'll build upon the ruins of this dead world.

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Here's the one that I wrote for this Solstice, based on conditions in the towns and community where I live: https://andrewbwatt.com/2021/12/20/song-goshen-yule/

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Thanks Andrew - this is exactly what I had in mind!

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I plan on posting more over the coming year... I've written 8 of the nine songs I planned, but somehow the Samhain/Halloween one just didn't come to me this year. Maybe next year. The others will get posted over the course of the coming year. Keep watching, the next one will go up in late January.

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Here's another one: The Bristlecone Pine. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_gTu18pgDwY

Way up in the mountains

On the high timberline

Lives a twisted old tree

Called the bristlecone pine

The wind there is bitter

It cuts like a knife

And it keeps that tree holding

On for dear life

But hold on it does

Standing it's ground

Standing as empires

Rise and fall down

When Jesus was gathering

Lambs to his fold

This tree was already

A thousand years old

Now the way I have lived

There ain't no way to tell

When I die if I'm going

To heaven or hell

So when I'm laid to rest

It would suit me just fine

To sleep at the feet of

The bristlecone pine

For as I would slowly

Return to the earth

What little this body

Of mine might be worth

Would soon start to nourish

The roots of that tree

And it would partake of

The essence of me

And who knows but that as

The centuries turn

A small spark of me might

Continue to burn

As long as the sun did

Continue to shine

Down on the limbs of

The bristlecone pine

Now the way I have lived

There ain't no way to tell

When I die if I'm going

To heaven or hell

So I'd just as soon serve out

Eternity's time

Asleep at the feet of

The bristlecone pine

Asleep at the feet of

The bristlecone pine

(Sorry, had to delete and repost because half the lyrics got cut off...)

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I love this one - and the country style seems well suited to the lands where the Bristlecone Pine lives.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpU01KQIUJM

Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain,

wheat that in dark earth many days has lain;

love lives again, that with the dead has been:

Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

In the grave they laid him, Love whom hate had slain,

thinking that never he would wake again,

laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:

Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain,

He that for three days in the grave had lain,

quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen:

Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,

thy touch can call us back to life again,

fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:

Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

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Thanks Leah! That was a new one for me.

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thank you, friend! for the heart, from the heart

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