Showing posts with label Russell Crowe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Russell Crowe. Show all posts
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Title Track
(Crowe,Cochran)
I can't tell, if I want to know,
What's on your mind,
Should I just go.
It's a long way down from here
I better start with the stairs
It's a long way down from here
You know there's other ways of speaking
Words are just the deep end
I'm not good at keeping secrets from you
But I can't tell, if I want to know,
What”s on your mind,
Should I just go.
It's a long way down from here
I better start with the stairs,
It's a long way down from here
You know there's other ways of speaking,
I can read you when you're sleeping
I can feel you when you're breathing
And breaking in two
But I can't tell, if I want to know
What's on your mind
Should I just go.
It's a long way down from here,
I better start with the stairs
It's a long way down from here
You know there's other ways of speaking
Words are just the deep end
I’m not good at keeping your secrets from you
I found myself suffering one of my typical bouts with insomnia and listening to music when I realized I had never put up the lyrics to Other Ways Of Speaking at this blog which owes it's name to the song, it's Title Track so to speak. Unforgivable of me. It's one of my favorite songs (and it's title track as well) off the 2003 CD by Russell Crowe & Thirty Odd Foot of Grunts. And if you've never heard Russell sing it, you can go to my other blog, Leaves of Russell Crowe and listen here.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
New Music From My Favorite Poet, Russell Crowe
My favorite poet (and the inspiration for this blog's name), Russell Crowe, is at long last releasing new music.
"Wait a minute," you say. "You just said he was releasing new music, but he's your favorite poet? And isn't Russell Crowe an actor anyway?"
Yes. And yes. He's an actor, a musician, a poet, a National Rugby League team owner (South Sydney Rabbitohs); the list goes on and on. I'll try to keep this on the subject of poetry and music, though, since poetry is (supposedly) the focus of this blog.
Several years ago I discovered Russell Crowe's music, totally by accident, on Youtube. He'd been my favorite actor for several years before that and, at the time, I was just looking up clips of his movies when I came across a video of a song called Testify. (See the video here.) I was mesmerised. He could sing too?
Intrigued, I looked up more videos of his music. After watching several and being engrossed in the sincerity and emotion I could hear, I did a bit of further research. Turned out he'd written most of the songs himself , either alone or in collaboration with a few others, most often his friend Alan Doyle, lead singer of the Canadian folk-rock band Great Big Sea. (more great music and lyrics you should check out)
As I read the lyrics of those songs, I was touched by the imagery in them as well as the pure emotion, the depth that I could feel from them. You know that feeling when something quite apart from yourself--something you're seeing, touching, hearing for the very first time--literally speaks to you? It can happen with almost anything--a book, a song, a movie. A scent in the air, the touch of a breeze, the sound of a child breathing.
This was the sensation I felt as I read those words. The same sort of feelings I'd had hearing the songs, but...more somehow. As though the person who'd written them had somehow pulled the thoughts from my mind and the emotions from my heart and had put them into words. I first discovered poetry at the age of 12 and, from the beginning, I loved it. I've read Keats, Tennyson, Browning, Shakespeare. Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, James Kavanaugh, Charles Bukowski--the list goes on and on--and I've always had favorite poets and particular poems that stirred feelings in me.
It was in reading the lyrics of songs like Other Ways of Speaking, Never Be Alone Again, Land of the Second Chance, Raewyn--again, the list goes on and on--that I felt as though someone I'd never met was speaking his own mind and heart to me more clearly and distinctly than anyone I'd ever met face to face. Those words and the way they were written have moved me and inspired me time and time again since then.
That's how a true poet makes you feel and that's when I began to respond to the question of 'Who is your favorite poet?' with the name Russell Crowe. The responses to it are varied. I get questioning looks, blank looks, smirks, hidden grins and, my favorite, the 'She's lost it' look. None of it matters. It doesn't change what the words say and how they speak to me.
So... That was a long and roundabout way of getting to the matter of Russell Crowe's new songs. Since I first discovered his music and poetry, Russell Crowe the actor has kept me and many others entertained with fairly regular movies, but Russell Crowe the musician and poet has been a bit on the silent side. That will come to an end on August 2nd with the release of The Crowe/Doyle Songbook Vol. III on iTunes. On August 9th, it will be available on Amazon, eMusic, Rhapsody, Spotify and other music sites. Wherever you get your music, give it a try. You won't be sorry and you'll probably end up as a fan.
You can hear samples of the tracks right now at Amazon: The Crowe/Doyle Songbook Vol. III and you can hear the full song Too Far Gone at SoundCloud: Russell Crowe and Alan Doyle-Too Far Gone. It's a beautiful collaboration between Russell and his wife, singer Danielle Spencer.
Here are some of those touching lyrics that I always love so much, borrowed from Mary Murphy at her Russell Crowe News site on Murphs Place. I hope the poetry touches you even half as much as it does me. Thank you once again, Russell Crowe and Alan Doyle for the music and inspiration.
Too Far Gone (To Be Saved)
Crowe/Doyle
"Wait a minute," you say. "You just said he was releasing new music, but he's your favorite poet? And isn't Russell Crowe an actor anyway?"
Yes. And yes. He's an actor, a musician, a poet, a National Rugby League team owner (South Sydney Rabbitohs); the list goes on and on. I'll try to keep this on the subject of poetry and music, though, since poetry is (supposedly) the focus of this blog.
Several years ago I discovered Russell Crowe's music, totally by accident, on Youtube. He'd been my favorite actor for several years before that and, at the time, I was just looking up clips of his movies when I came across a video of a song called Testify. (See the video here.) I was mesmerised. He could sing too?
Intrigued, I looked up more videos of his music. After watching several and being engrossed in the sincerity and emotion I could hear, I did a bit of further research. Turned out he'd written most of the songs himself , either alone or in collaboration with a few others, most often his friend Alan Doyle, lead singer of the Canadian folk-rock band Great Big Sea. (more great music and lyrics you should check out)
As I read the lyrics of those songs, I was touched by the imagery in them as well as the pure emotion, the depth that I could feel from them. You know that feeling when something quite apart from yourself--something you're seeing, touching, hearing for the very first time--literally speaks to you? It can happen with almost anything--a book, a song, a movie. A scent in the air, the touch of a breeze, the sound of a child breathing.
This was the sensation I felt as I read those words. The same sort of feelings I'd had hearing the songs, but...more somehow. As though the person who'd written them had somehow pulled the thoughts from my mind and the emotions from my heart and had put them into words. I first discovered poetry at the age of 12 and, from the beginning, I loved it. I've read Keats, Tennyson, Browning, Shakespeare. Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, James Kavanaugh, Charles Bukowski--the list goes on and on--and I've always had favorite poets and particular poems that stirred feelings in me.
It was in reading the lyrics of songs like Other Ways of Speaking, Never Be Alone Again, Land of the Second Chance, Raewyn--again, the list goes on and on--that I felt as though someone I'd never met was speaking his own mind and heart to me more clearly and distinctly than anyone I'd ever met face to face. Those words and the way they were written have moved me and inspired me time and time again since then.
That's how a true poet makes you feel and that's when I began to respond to the question of 'Who is your favorite poet?' with the name Russell Crowe. The responses to it are varied. I get questioning looks, blank looks, smirks, hidden grins and, my favorite, the 'She's lost it' look. None of it matters. It doesn't change what the words say and how they speak to me.
So... That was a long and roundabout way of getting to the matter of Russell Crowe's new songs. Since I first discovered his music and poetry, Russell Crowe the actor has kept me and many others entertained with fairly regular movies, but Russell Crowe the musician and poet has been a bit on the silent side. That will come to an end on August 2nd with the release of The Crowe/Doyle Songbook Vol. III on iTunes. On August 9th, it will be available on Amazon, eMusic, Rhapsody, Spotify and other music sites. Wherever you get your music, give it a try. You won't be sorry and you'll probably end up as a fan.
You can hear samples of the tracks right now at Amazon: The Crowe/Doyle Songbook Vol. III and you can hear the full song Too Far Gone at SoundCloud: Russell Crowe and Alan Doyle-Too Far Gone. It's a beautiful collaboration between Russell and his wife, singer Danielle Spencer.
Here are some of those touching lyrics that I always love so much, borrowed from Mary Murphy at her Russell Crowe News site on Murphs Place. I hope the poetry touches you even half as much as it does me. Thank you once again, Russell Crowe and Alan Doyle for the music and inspiration.
Too Far Gone (To Be Saved)
Crowe/Doyle
I am drowning
not waving
here in the darkness
I'll find my peace
not waving
here in the darkness
I'll find my peace
You'll try to save me
but you are suspended
Beneath the surface
In way too deep
but you are suspended
Beneath the surface
In way too deep
Chorus
And your fingers tear at my skin
Release the blood let the feeding begin
Your intentions will never be blamed
We're both too far gone, to be saved
Release the blood let the feeding begin
Your intentions will never be blamed
We're both too far gone, to be saved
When times were simple
And the journey clearer
Before the circles
And deja vu
And the journey clearer
Before the circles
And deja vu
Before all the bombs fell
And we lived in craters
Before all the sharks came
And had their fill
And we lived in craters
Before all the sharks came
And had their fill
Chorus
Bridge
I should have spared you
And you might have warned me
The glory is fleeting for birds in flight
And you might have warned me
The glory is fleeting for birds in flight
Now I'm sinking
weighed down by regrets
I see clearly in this dying light
weighed down by regrets
I see clearly in this dying light
I am drowning
not waving
Will you just love me
It's not too late
not waving
Will you just love me
It's not too late
Here in the darkness
No-one can judge us
Kiss me completely
And seal our fate
No-one can judge us
Kiss me completely
And seal our fate
Chorus
Friday, May 13, 2011
Rise and Rise Again
Rise and Rise Again
When lambs become lions,
--victory's part
holds much less importance
than matters of heart
Brave men come to honor
--through trials and travails,
though courage may falter
and hope sometimes fails
Their leader inspires
--resolution unfailed
men's faith and belief,
as his own doubts he veils
Through battles and burdens
--ideals will ascend
their substance and truth
over time still undimmed
They fight not for glory
--but for hearth and for home
not for riches or kings,
but for liberty's throne
They will rise, and again
--'til tyranny's fall
until lambs become lions
Free men one and all
Submitted to Friday Poetically's challenge to write a poem using a movie preference, at One Stop Poetry. Thanks, as usual, to the inspiration.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Inspiration: Happy Birthday, Russell Crowe
Inspiration
The world's a rough place
It judges a man
Can't be too hard or too soft
It's not part of their plan
Not allowed to break down
The world won't forgive
They'll remind you of it
To the last day you live
Truth is, they can't stand-
To see such a man
A man who won't bow down
Who won't play their game
A man who's not easily bound
They can't forgive you
For not seeing things their way
They blame you for being
Everything that they're not
And they're bent on making you pay.
But you don't let them break you-
You live your own life
That's the way you find grace
It's there in your eyes
It's written all over your face
The toughest thing a man can do
Can be to take a stand
But you do it every day
Yet can still hold out a hand
With your work and your words
Every day you inspire
With a heart full of love
And a soul filled with fire
*Happy Birthday and Happy Anniversary to my favorite poet--to someone who never fails to inspire me--Russell Crowe.
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