This is an older song lyric and came out of a period of solitude. The theme of wind and Soul reminded me of it. So I dug it out.
(Jazz – Blues – Country – some anger/strength which builds to the end. Mayer or Clapton or Marvin Gaye)
(Start fairly soft and pointed)
(Could be spoken over instruments the first time through)
(R) I’ve been gone.
There are just some things a man must do alone.
So if they ask you where I’ve been just look at them and grin
And tell them – He’s been talking to the wind.
(1)I’ve been talking to the wind
Telling her the paces that I’ve been
And though she don’t have much to say
I think I like it best that way
And I can feel her tender touch upon my skin
(R) I’ve been gone.
There are just some things a man must do alone.
So if they ask you where I’ve been just look at them and grin
And tell them – He’s been talking to the wind.
(2)I’ve been singing to the breeze
Songs that have put me on my knees
And while she has yet to sing along
I know she understands my songs
And she fills me when it seems too hard to breathe
(Skip chorus – build to end)
(3)I’ve been raging at the storm
Standing at the place where hearts are torn
I look unblinking in her eyes
And I can feel the anger rise
I remember strength. And in the fire I am reborn.
(Finish big and hard with chorus and guitar/drum back to soft finish)
Sorry. Those last two post sort of spoiled the moment! Please feel free to take them off. (Still giggling… Gawd. I’m in a mood today. Haven’t laughed that much since Amy and I got a bit snockered in Annapolis in 2000. It was ok, though. We had a retired policeman traveling with us. Grin He kept us out of trouble. Well, mostly… 😉 )
Have fun sugar
Just so you don’t get the wrong idea from the mostly, we ended up wandering through a kirk cemetery at midnight eating ice cream cones! Deliciously shivery! (The ice cream, not the cemetery. That was spooky as all get out! I have very low expectations for trouble, don’t I… rolls eyes… God forbid trouble ever really finds me or I’m a goner! o_O )
He could have another name other than Plato?
I wondered about that, too. But upon much deliberation with myself, I can see the wisdom of taking the name of one who was such a deep thinker. It will be ok as long as we don’t end up seeing souvenirs of him sitting on a toity with his chin in his hand, arm resting on his knee, thinking. That would be a little overkill, me thinks! 🙂
Yall are funny! 🙂
Yeah, well, bless you Father, for thou hast taught us well how to laugh!
Quit. 🙂
Come on now. We can see you grinning ear to ear from here! You are loved, dude, for the laughter you bring to others… <3
Yes I was.:)
You are such a delightful little boy. 😀
The nude thinker feels static compared to Plato. I see Plato moving, dancing, running for the joy of it all.
Yes, all arms and legs, and shouts and belly laughs as he finds so much in his inner world to delight him. The outside has encroached on him far too long. It is time he rediscovers the genesis of his being, that one pure ember that burns in the depths of his soul; the red, glowing center that can never be extinguished by life and from which comes the voice that is truly his. It thunders through the skies of others, and as they pause to listen to the echoes, they discern a different way, a path not known to them. The boy has become a pied piper calling seekers to discover their own inner worlds.
I will need at least a loin cloth. Yiu are waxing mighty ooetic their girl
ROFLMBO!!! Funny, I never figured you for the shy type! Well at least be glad we got you off the toity! There are still SOME small graces in this human world! Just be careful about tree huggin’ when things are lookin’ up! You might find it an irritating experience. (LMBO!)
Sorry… Couldn’t help myself. Still laughing here.
That is a blog post right there.
Too bad I didn’t think of THAT subject first! I did, however, do a poem for him over on I.P. just that. I left a thank you there for supplying the first line. Grin
The room is dimly lit, with the music softly laying down the mood. I imagine you’re sitting upon a stool, perhaps as if on the set of a play, leaning casually against the bar. And when you speak it’s as if to someone we cannot perceive, but we are just eavesdropping in on a conversation.
Passionate, playful, honest, and an undertone of serious determination.
I wish y’all could be there.
Me, too. Maybe one of the boys could video a couple minutes of it for us? Oh Lordy, Fim!!! This is fulfilling one of my long ago fantasies! I always wanted to be a groupie for Paul Revere and the Raiders — or the Bee Gees! At last I can be a group — albeit long distance. Sigh… Hey dude, are you gonna have a stage name? 😉
Plato
Well, duh, Calen… <3
Plato groupies!!! YEAH. 😀
I’m thinking Plato is an actually VERY cool stage name!
I’ve always liked this one. Now that I hear you read it I like it even more. I guess you could say you went wind-about! 😀 (like instead of walk-about)
I wish I could sing. 🙂 I can hear it. I did hear back from the jazz guys. Looks like we will make the jazz/poetry thing happen in a few days.
clapping!
O yay!!! Jumping up and down. Are you going to record any of it? How many band guys will there be? What instruments???
Eventually. We are workuing out when and where. Then we will need to experiment a bit. Then find a venue to do it live. All this is assuming it don’t suck 🙂
Oh no, no, no!!! It will NEVER suck in a million years. I can’t wait to hear something from your “jam” session. I’m so excited for you! <3