Gold by Interference and Glen Hansard

Interference
Location: Dublin, Ireland

Most of us probably know this song from its appearance in the movie Once with Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová. The band that appears in the scene featuring the song Gold is Interference. Led by Fergus O’Farrell, the band has epitomized Irish folk in this song.

A quote from their website reveals the influence they had on bands like The Frames:

“We used to go up to the attic where they played and just watch in awe… we were always learning from them.” – Glen Hansard (The Frames)

And I love her so.
I wouldn’t trade her for gold.
Walking on moonbeams
I was born with a silver spoon.
Hell I’m gonna be me.
Gonna be free.
Walking on moonbeams
And staring out to sea.
And if a door be closed
Then a row of homes start building
And tear your curtains down
For sunlight is like gold.
Hell you better be you
Do what you can do.
Walking on moonbeams
And staring out to sea.
Cause if your skin was soil
How long do you think before they’d start digging.
And if your life was gold
How long do you think you’d stay living.
And I love her so.
I wouldn’t trade her for gold.

Cold, Cold Heart by Hank Williams

Hank Williams
1923 – 1953

I chose Hank Williams for the “Lyrical Highlight” this week, although, we can see his influence in much of the music over the past 70 years in more ways than just his lyrics. My friend and pastor, Spencer Bernard, pointed me in the direction of Hank Williams years ago. Since that time, Hank has always been someone I can listen to for inspiration with his simple, yet profound music.

I tried so hard my dear to show that you’re my every dream.
Yet you’re afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now for things I didn’t do
In anger unkind words are spoke that make the teardrops start
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heart

You’ll never know how much it hurts to see you sit and cry
You know you need and want my love yet you’re afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from life,to try it just ain’t smart
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart
Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart

Murdered Son by John Mark McMillan

John Mark McMillan
Location: Charlotte, NC

I have my friend, Kyle Lindsay, to thank for introducing me to John Mark McMillan’s honest, yet unique style of worship. I feel that John Mark’s heart for his Savior is richly expressed in all his music, but Murdered Son particularly reveals a broken spirit singing out for the priceless gift of Christ.

You set us up above all the stars
You set us on a high place by where you are
While we were dead you made us your friends
And scattered our debt upon the wind

Glory to One
God’s murdered son
Who paid for my resurrection
Once from the dust, once from the grave
Daughters and sons from the ashes you’ve raised
And hidden our faults even from your own face
And scattered our debt upon the waves

Glory to one
God’s murdered son
Who paid for my resurrection
Glory to One
God’s murdered son
Who paid for my resurrection

Glory to the one who
Who overcame in death
Glory to the one
Who paid for my offenses
Glory to the one

Once from the dust
Once from the grave
Daughters and sons
From the ashes you’ve raised
And hidden our faults
Even from your own face
And scattered our debt upon the waves
And scattered our debt upon the waves

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The End by The Beatles

The Beatles

I grew up listening to The Beatles. My dad would pop in a cassette of Abbey Road in the car and I distinctly remember him breaking down the layering of the instruments in The End. He said, “Here’s Ringo. Then Paul comes in on bass. Then John. And now, here’s George’s part.” My appreciation for music began to grow as I started to understand that a song isn’t created by simply throwing a drum beat, guitar riff and vocals together; it takes extreme care to keep the listener’s interest piqued by building one piece of the song on top of another.

This song was “Dynamics 101” for me, and it will always be one of my favorites.

The Shrine / An Argument by Fleet Foxes

Fleet Foxes
Location: Seattle, WA

Unlike any other band. Fleet Foxes has a unique ability to transport the listener from their car, coffee shop, or cubicle into a different time and place. Robin Pecknold’s vocals often sound as if they are recorded in an old empty theater. Their harmonies and dynamics are flawless. This song is no exception. Pecknold retains the sweet, soft vocals that he’s known for, but also ventures into a more raspy, almost despondent tone that stirs the heart.

I went down among the dust and pollen
To the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn
Underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children
They were there and then were gone

And I wonder what became of them
What became of them

Sunlight over me no matter what I do
Apples in the summer are golden sweet
Everyday a passing complete

I’m not one to ever pray for mercy
Or to wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine
But that day you know I left my money
And I thought of you only
All that copper glowing fine

And I wonder what became of you
What became of you

Sunlight over me no matter what I do
Apples in the summer are golden sweet
Everyday a passing complete
Apples in the summer are golden sweet
Everyday a passing complete

In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight
All diffuse like skin abuse the sun is half its size
When you talk you hardly even look in my eyes
In the morning, in the morning

In the doorway holding every letter that I wrote
In the driveway pulling away putting on your coat
In the ocean washing off my name from your throat
In the morning, in the morning

In the ocean washing off my name from your throat
In the morning, in the morning

Green apples hang from my tree
They belong only to me
Green apples hang from my green apple tree
They belong only to, only to me

And if I just stay a while here staring at the sea
And the waves break ever closer, ever near to me
I will lay down in the sand and let the ocean leave
Carry me to Innisfree like pollen on the breeze

Welcome to the Passerby Blog

Music. That’s why we’re here at the Passerby blog. Listening, writing, studying and most of all, appreciating.

Why, “The Passerby”? Because this life is but a breath. I’m just a passerby on this earth heading for eternity.

My aim is to share songs daily with those who, like me, have a passion for studying, writing and playing music.