Music Monday: Calling Eagles

My LSS for the past month.
Angels wings beating in your ear can you hear them calling eagles.

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Music Monday: The Staves

I found my love for music quite late. Radio and MTV influenced my early music favorites — music from the late 90's — boy bands, girl bands, punk rock & pop music. Luckily, I met two incredible people on the internet (Maan & Rozeh) and they introduced me to new sounds.

Don't worry, you will not read any reviews coming from me. I listen to music without exercising any neurons. *haha*

I am incredibly passive though when it comes to updating my music library. I often discover a new artist while blundering around the internet. Which is why I plan to proactively search at least 1 artist to obsess follow each month. So you see despite my great love for BIGBANG, I do listen to other genre's other than jpop & kpop. *shout out to people asking me if I listen to other songs! ~waves~*

The third genre populating my playlist is contemporary folk music. It uses various acoustic instruments and melodic, melancholic, ethereal vocals. Perhaps it's also a happy coincidence that the lyrics are often poetic. That's also why I have only been sharing one song per post for Music Monday. I felt it necessary to also highlight the beautifully written lyrics.

Folk music is a broad genre (there's folk rock, folk pop, etc.,) so I often describe it as "music you to listen to on a warm Sunday afternoon or on a calm rainy day". *lol yes I forced that to rhyme*

I was going to feature my all-time favorites first but I decided to start with my current obsession: The Staves, a sister trio from Watford England.

Music Monday: Bird of the Summer

I'm starting a new series called Music Monday where I'll share a few favorite songs.

I used to post my music loves on tumblr but lately I find it hard to juggle all my SNS accounts. (^-^;")ゞ pfft So I haven't been to tumblr in I don't know how long.

Bird of the Summer by A Fine Frenzy

You came with the season, as the first swallow sang
A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name

We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow my feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home dooodoodoo

My cheeks red like fire engines racing straight to the heat of your skin and I know our days are numbered, early bird of the summer you'll fly south just as the fall begins

The leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled
My coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill dooo

You sent me a postcard from a town out of state, I wish it were warmer and I hope you're the same doopdoodoo

The fields where we wandered were golden
Now only muddy my boots and I know I should recover, you're a bird of the summer, I was wrong to try and capture you

Flight
Flight

Gone is the pale hand of winter
Here is the first flush of may

And soon I will discover whether birds of the summer fly in circles or just fly away

© Jeff G. Ryder flickr photo