True Hawaiians

hawaiianTrue Hawaiians – key word True, not the fakers, not the ones who’ll sell themselves and their culture out for a US Gov.’t buck.

I just wanted to take a moment to thank the Hawaiian people for the wonderful word “Aloha.” It has so many meanings but most importantly to me it means Love. While living on the beaches of Maui I’ve been looked out for by several different people who have shown me respect and caring in the smallest but most beautiful ways. I can find nothing more beautiful in the world than the smile on the face of a Hawaiian person. There’s a richness of color and light that emanates from their dignified and soulful faces that warms the moment like nothing else can.

And to think of after all they’ve lost, their ability to keep smiling is a wonder I’ve only witnessed elsewhere on the faces of the Irish. Both peoples have seen great hardship but instead of giving in to bitterness they turn disappointments, tragedies and turmoil into rainbows.

There’s a Hawaiian family camped not far from me and at night I listen to the song of their conversation and know that every other word is meant as “I Love You” and that they care deeply for one another though they have little of what most of us might consider creature comfort. The sound of their voices is a smile that goes on for hours. They are a people who will give until they have nothing for themselves.

It should be our mission as invaders of their land to make sure their cups never run dry and to never look upon them again in terms of “manifest destiny” as a “conquered people” but as some of our greatest teachers in the ways of kindness and caring.

Thank the mystical place called Heaven that these people might continue to walk among us and shine the light of an unrequited love on us all. Without them, I know for myself, I might never have made it through the many trials and tribulations I’ve been subjected to by those whom I had thought were my own people. They tried to surround me so that I might not see this and they tried to make me believe it no longer existed. But I kept looking and hoping to see it again and I’m happy to have found it again.

Mahalo Nui Loa, Thank you from my heart. May the warmth of the word Aloha serve to light you all through your darkest days.

 

 

Eli’s Song by John Denver

johnI just wanted to post something in honor of my son. The song’s meant for a younger kid but don’t we all as parents see forever the wonderful innocent that they are and will be their whole lives to us. This is definitely one of those moments kids dread: Dad embarrassing him in front of everyone.

Eli’s Song by John Denver

Born in the month of June
No silver spoon to help you out
Your mother had you naturally
Naturallys the way you came out

You know your own mind and you show it to me
Give me the high sign when you want to be free
And open up my eyes to the wonders that you see

See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
Dont you have a worry in the world

For the love thats been given you
Is the one thing time cant erase
And everyday its growin
Like a knowin smile on your face

Youre startin’ out strong, you get a kick out of life
You like to sing songs, be in the spotlight
And when everybodys watchin you, you shine so bright

See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
Dont you have a worry in the world

You know your own mind and you show it to me
Give me the high sign when you want to be free
And open up my eyes like so many did for me

See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
Dont you have a worry in the world

Dont you have a worry in the world
Dont you have a worry in the world
Dont you have a worry in the world

Read more: John Denver – Eli’s Song Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Talkin’ About A Revolution

crossroads-tracyI saw Tracy Chapman a while back at a small venue in Ventura, California and she literally lit the place up with a voice like a diamond cutting glass. I remember when her first album came out and I couldn’t figure whether she was way behind the times or way ahead.

I can now see she was way ahead but no one else was willing to pick up the ball with her and make things happen. By the time the album came out (late 80s) America was already falling back to sleep and into a “status quo” slumber of profit, greed and apathy not unlike the 50s generation whom the 60s and 70s generations had so vehemently protested.

So here we are now and Tracy is more relevant now than ever; as are all of the protest songs of the Age of Aquarius. Here’s one from her second album that means a lot to me at the moment:

Crossroads by Tracy Chapman

All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I’m standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
There’re hands that grab me on every side

All you folks think I got my price
At which I’ll sell all that is mine
You think money rules and all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
I’m trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life

Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need

Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods

All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
I’ll save my soul save myself

Black Boys on Mopeds by Sinéad O’Connor

41g93ABZ+dLOn a lighter note:

There have been a few people since the 60s and 70s who’ve tried to wake us up. It’s too bad they’re so few and far between.

Black Boys on Mopeds by Sinéad O’Connor

Margaret Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her

I’ve said this before now
You said I was childish and you’ll say it now
“Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you”

[America’s] not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving

Young mother down at Smithfield
5 am, looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was “please”

These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
“Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you”

[America’s] not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It’s the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving
I don’t want him to be aware that there’s
Any such thing as grieving.

Wooden Indian by John Denver

joseph1The first real book I remember reading as a child was “Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce.” In it I learned of “counting coup” and distinguishing oneself in battle without having to kill. It so impressed me that after hearing the following song by John Denver, I didn’t want to fight on the side of the whites when we played “cowboys and Indians.”

Twenty years later I became an honorary member of the Ventureño Chumash in Southern California through my good friend Red Star. It was during sweat lodges and playing Chumash soccer with them that I witnessed an amazing grace in their demeanor and a quiet dignity that I’ve seen only rarely among white people.

I can only imagine the emotions our Native Brothers feel when hearing this song. For my part, it makes me wish that I were a person of color, any color but white.

I’m “going native” now and will be living on various beaches around the island. Keep the faith and pray wisdom wins in the end. Peace my friends!

Wooden Indian by John Denver

Well I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home

Now I am a wooden Indian
Painted dreams inside my head
Times THE WAY you bring me down
Make ME wish THAT I was dead

Ay, I was a red man
In my passing made no sound
You were the white man
And you drove me in the ground

Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear BY my grandfather’s father
We’re GONNA rise again

Ay, I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home

Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear BY my grandfather’s father
We’re GONNA rise again

A Working Class Hero by John Lennon

lennonAs soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
‘Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate if you’re clever and despise a fool
‘Til you’re so fuckin’ crazy you can’t follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function, you’re so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fuckin’ peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There’s room at the top, they’re telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like all the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well, just follow me

– John Lennon

Read more: Green Day – Working Class Hero Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Rhymes and Reasons by John Denver

johnThis is one of my favorites by John Denver:

So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
The fear that is within you now that seems to never end,
and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you’ve forgotten,
and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend,
and you wonder where we’re going, where’s the rhyme and where’s the reason?

And it’s you cannot accept: it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.
For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,
they’re a promise of the future and a blessing for today.

Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us,
the sun is slowly fading and it’s colder than the sea.
It is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us,
by the hand and by the heart, they will comfort you and me.
In their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free.
For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers,
come and stand beside us, we can find a better way.

 

Bear in mind, I don’t believe this song is meant to endorse Christianity in any way.

It’s perhaps best looked at as an elaboration on The Julian Day’s song “Idolatry.”

Sons of the Seven Seas

CIA's Most Wanted
CIA’s Most Wanted

You’re invited to the World Premiere of our new song “Sons of the Seven Seas” a song/spoken word composition by The Julian Day.

7pm

I’m about to head over to Reverbnation to post the new song. Just thought I’d say a thing or two about the song itself. I think I tapped into a very deep vein in my last girlfriend and found something there that I don’t even think she knew was there. The song itself is a little short on lyrics, but then so am I. I’ve been putting the music first of late, for better or for worse. So without further ado (again, mostly about nothing), here she is. “The Sons of the Seven Seas,” a free speech treaty,

7:10pm

It’s up. I hope you’ll enjoy it. I can’t seem to find the damn lyrics but then I suppose those who are willing just have to listen that much more closely.
Aloha Nui Loa from my little tent on Maui. As John Denver used to say after a concert, “Peace My Friends and Thank You!”

Click this link please: http://www.reverbnation.com/thejulianday

Malcolm X & the Plymouth Myth

malcolm-x-2“If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.”

– Malcolm X

Some things never change.

Here’s a great speech set to music:

“Malcolm X & the Plymouth Myth” by the julian day

Yes, sadly, I think it’s safe to say the CIA got him too.

And just a note about Syria:

My grandfather was a boxer and settled his scores in the ring. I think it’s time that world leaders put on some gloves and settled their own scores in the ring instead of sending young kids to die because they’re too dysfunctional to work out their differences. Before we get caught up in the media propaganda, we need to take a step back and ask ourselves: Is it worth it? And who profits from war? The answers are first: no, and secondly: No one but the Military Industrial Establishment; arms dealers, war-mongers and the certifiably insane.

Find a hobby guys and stop playing with the lives of others. There’a a beautiful world out there full of opportunities to enjoy life, instead of ending it.