Song for Today #11

One of my all time favourites. Written by Chester (Chet) Powers.  This version by the Youngbloods
Only audio – No live Youtube version I’m afraid.  It’s from another time before all this technology wizardry.
Chester Powers also went by Dino Valente and was a key member of Quicksilver Messenger Service, one of the ground breaking bands in the San Francisco psychedelic era of the mid-late sixties.
Love is but a song we sing

Fear’s the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why

Come on, people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another right now

Some may come and some may go
He will surely pass
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moment’s sunlight
Fading in the grass

If you hear the song I sing
You will understand, listen
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It’s there at your command


Song for Today #3

I’m back with another song suggestion.  Another artist who gets me in the gut, as well as the brain and the heart.
I don’t need to add anything to these remarkable lyrics.
Take a picture if it helps you sleep
Then expose me as your royal creep
For now I’ve torn it we are not the same
There’s a sun that’s breaking through my window pane
It’s burning up my face yes it’s doing it again

No cover up, no room for hiding
No cover up, my faith is sliding
No cover up, just sharp reminding
Of the fake I was

There are faces that we should not know
There are places we’re not meant to go
If you try to find me you will never win
For behind each layer lies another skin
I’d love to let you near if you find a way in

No cover up, just so much trouble
No cover up, I’m bent in double
No cover up just wreck and rubble
Of the person I was

I am broken and I stand accused
Is there someone who can let me loose
If you find the answer make a careful note
I could use your pardon and a lot of hope
I’m getting to that part at the end of the rope

No cover up, I feel the burning
No cover up, nor time for turning
No cover up I hope I’m learning
Some honesty, some honesty