My new , favourite,poignant love song.
Lyrics here, You Tube performance embedded below.
“If only I had known you, in the time of coral reefs, before we lost the permafrost when there were Bears up there, were Bears up there.
We could have met, fallen in love, could have got married and had kids, If we wanted, it could have been simple for us two simple for us do you think we could have travelled, could we have managed a mortgage,sent our kids to local schools and campaigned to change the rules so that we wouldn’t pull the ladder up behind us like our parents did to us.
Could we have been better, done better?
If we’d loved before the seas swallowed the coasts before the wild fires spread our heads only full of love, I would have loved you.
We would have made our vows on a Island nations drowned we’ve let them go ’cause we were richer they were poorer, we were better, they were worse … off.
So we watched them sink without a word, ignored the screams, ignored the screams, ignored the Gulf Stream slowing down, ignored the drip of melting ice,the drip drip drip of melting ice.
Do you remember when we still had time, if not to reverse things well at least not to cause worse things we decided not to, it was, easier not to.
Remember when we thought that it was windmills on hills that spoiled the landscape, remember the landscape? Remember the land?
If only I had known you in the time of coral reefs, before we lost the permafrost, when there were Bears up there, were Bears up there.”
Ruth Mundy “Love in the time of Coral Reefs”
I'm an anti-imperialist, environmental activist and blue ocean sailor, who is passionate about the earth and all it's inhabitants without favour. Brace for imminent impact as we bare witness to the non-linear unraveling of the biosphere and habitability disappearing for most if not all complex life on the only habitable planet we know of. To quote President Niinistö in North Russia: ‘If We Lose the Arctic, We Lose the World’. Folks we have lost the Arctic.
Kevin Hester 
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Shirley Ho shared a link.
After 5 years of environmental advocacy has led me to write this song “Bear with Me”. It is one of my original song I composed in 2019 hoping to raise awareness about climate change and nature and it’s impact on wildlife and everyone’s life. If you are feeling the helplessness and a sense of loss hope right now, I hope this song connects with you and also comforts you in this tough times.
https://open.spotify.com/track/0rejHZWEh6rOWlC8Giv6Vc…
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Absolutely brilliant:
“This world can hurt you
It cuts you deep and leaves a scar
Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart
And nothing breaks like a heart
I heard you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there’s nothing left
It’s smoking, we both know it
We got all night to fall in love
But just like that we fall apart
We’re broken, we’re broken
Mmm, well nothing, nothing, nothing gon’ save us now
Well, there’s broken silence
By thunder crashing in the dark
(Crash in the dark)
And this broken record
Spin endless circles in the bar
This world can hurt you
It cuts you deep and leaves a scar
Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart
Mhmm, and nothing breaks like a heart
We’ll leave each other cold as ice
And high and dry, the desert wind
Is blowing, is blowing
Remember what you said to me?
We were drunk in love in Tennessee
And I hold it, we both know it
Mmm, nothing, nothing, nothing gon’ save us now
Nothing, nothing, nothing gon’ save us now
Well, there’s broken silence
By thunder crashing in the dark
(Crash in the dark)
And this broken record
Spin endless circles in the bar
(Spin ’round in the bar)
This world can hurt you
It cuts you deep and leaves a scar
Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart
Mhmm, and nothing breaks like a heart
Nothing breaks like a heart
Mhmm, and nothing breaks like a heart
Nothing, nothing, nothing gon’ save us now
(My heart, my heart)
Nothing, nothing, nothing gon’ save us now
Well, there’s broken silence
By thunder crashing in the dark
(Crash in the dark)
And this broken record
Spin endless circles in the bar
This world can hurt you
It cuts you deep and leaves a scar
Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart
Mhmm, but nothing breaks like a heart
But nothing breaks like a heart
Mhmm, but nothing breaks like a heart”
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I listened to the Ruth Mundy ‘Coral Reef’ song and then went downstairs and got out a harp and blew some serious Blues riffs behind it as I replayed it. I think she would have appreciated what I put behind her music. Made my Lee Oscar cry for the losses in this song and it fit. Good music, dude. All of her stuff seems to be 5 years old or more…
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I’m now on high speed DSL, finally had to switch from dial-up that I’ve used since 1998 when my sew shop went online. Also had to finally stop using the old HP Media Center machine in favor of this HP with Windows 10 which I am having a real hard time figuring out how to use. It is SO different than the XP and Vista operating systems I’ve been on the last 20 years. Frustrating. Took me two days to get it to download Mozilla/Firefox because it seems Microsoft doesn’t want anyone to use any BETTER programs than what the put up. Still trying to download DuckDuckGo for a search engine as the BING! one that came installed is nothing more than a sales tool.
I can watch the podcasts you put up and actually hear the tones in the voices. Brrrrr, Kevin, the vocal shadings are of people who are scared. In some ways reading their words is easier, ya know?
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Can I introduce you to Molly Tuttle?
https://climatecrocks.com/2021/09/05/music-break-molly-tuttle-gentle-on-my-mind-2/
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Good guitar picker! I’m listening to her & Tommy Emmanual blues set now. Enjoying this.
Realize I’ve been an on-stage blues harmonica musician since…the early 70s when I started playing in public, jams and parties and sitting in with people. My oldest grandpa Merle gave me his harmonicas that he carried in France in WWI (he was a US AEF soldier fighting the Kaiser in 1916) when I was about 8 or so. Wish I still had them, pre-WWI made harmonicas!
I was learning guitar, lessons in 6th grade 1966 or so, and played a stand-up bass through Jr High school to 1970. Orchestra stuff with a bow but I really like the Jazz that was going around then because it was fingering. But everybody at that point wanted to play guitar and I really didn’t. I liked blowing harp.
Picked up congas/handpercussion in the mid-70 due to a 10 yrs older drummer who got me going because he thought I had good rhythm in my hands…and the band we were in together was playing Santana & some Jazz so learning hand drumming was just seriously fun. Beat the hell out of my hands for a few years before they toughened up, though… I play a 6 drum bongo-conga LP set now that is always up in the music room thought de-tuned so the heads won’t warp. With Covid I haven’t played much this last year and a half and my hands are going soft…and I won’t go to the jams that’s I’ve been getting invitations to lately. Covid is by no means over, what are people thinking? Delta variant is screaming through the US population and vaxxed are catching it!
So I play along for a half hour with one of the old band tapes and the hands start swelling and feeling bruised…ouch! Gonna take some work to get the hands back. I don’t want to be ‘in a band’ anymore. The last one I was in was the Alex Ashley Project in 2011. At this stage in my life I just want to play with people for fun, have folks dancing to what I’m doing. Isn’t that the entire point? A lot of energy passes back and forth from the audience and the musician. I’ve been missing that.
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This woman Molly the Picker reminds me a lot of Albert J.DeGroft who snagged me into his band in 1997 after playing with me at one of the Siskiyou Blues Society jams in Mt. Shasta. Best guitar player I’ve ever played with, he could drop into any kind of music. Also a hell of a picker, played a right-handed guitar upside down and backwards as he was a leftie.
We played together for 7 years until I moved north to here in 2004. We put out 1 CD, Ratiional Real-Eye-Zation, that was not listed as Lucky Lizzards but under his name only. All his original music as he was a song writer and a lot of other local musicians were on the album. His wife JoAnn was the bassist, played a hundred year old stand-up along with a regular electric bass guitar, and we played a lot as a 3-piece Jazz & Blues band as drummers just came and went for some reason. Rock&Roll really needed a trap drummer but…that’s the way things worked out.
I’ve had all the recorded live gigs cassette tapes (mostly taped on boom boxes!) of three of my old bands transferred to cds now as the tapes were deteriorating and I was going to lose them. Fine Line the first real band that started in Mission Beach back in 1977 (San Diego), a band at Utah State in the late 80s called Pack o’ Smokes-it was an anti-mormon joke being as we were in mormon-land! And Lucky Lizzards from 1997-2004 plus a couple of videos of Lucky Lizzards and two of the alt weirdness music vids we did as he wrote under the name Billy Rizzare Band.
He died of cancer a while back and the website disappeared as did JoAnn. I would assume she is still living on the goat ranch in Happy Valley east of Redding California but I don’t know. He got mad at me ten years ago because I had the Black Butte Saloon gig tapes that I had the bartender to on my boom box and he asked about them so I sent him copies when he wanted the originals, all the copies. I didn’t agree as it was my music heritage, too, and we never talked again…
Thanks for posting the music. It’s fun now that I have DSL and can listen to all this!
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Of course those that have profited handsomely with the destruction of our biosphere and the radical melting off of the ice caps can live with themselves, After all, It’s all about the money and power and status; nothing else matters. Look at how privileged their lives are!
And it isn’t in OUR NAME as, in general, the ‘us’ in ‘our’ have absolutely no impact on changing anything that those profiteers decide to do. This has always been a Class War…until the wars over what is left of the dwindling resources really gets going. There are no winners in the end I’m afraid.
Oh wait, the wealthy are going to colonize Mars, right? Flying spaceships that look like a woman’s motorized orgasm appliance.
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E-Race – Lyrics
Home stretch for the human race,
Got the end in sight, gotta pick up the pace
To the finishing line at the edge of the Olduvai cliff
End strong, go out with a bang
Gonna crash and burn there’s no reason to hang
Around, let’s go out in a blaze of glory
It was good while it lasted
But this good thing has come to an end
It was good while it lasted
But this is the end
Home stretch for the human race
We took our turn and we trashed the place
Turning rivers to sewers and forests to oceans of waste
But what goes around must come around
And what goes up has gotta come down
And the higher the peak, the farther the fall to the ground
It was good while it lasted
But this good thing has come to an end
It was good while it lasted
But this is the end
Spoken Word: Jay Hanson (permission pending) dieoff.org; warsocialism.com
It was good while it lasted
But this good thing has come to an end
It was good while it lasted
But this is the end
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The only thing we take with us is our memories.Memories are just energy just like the rest of what we call ‘I.’ Best to cherish the good ones, yes?
And it was good while it lasted only applies to a very small percentage of our species. Most didn’t have that and they died horrible and what now we’d all consider very young as even in ‘modern’ times like 1776 the average age of death was 33.5 years with a horrible birth & equally chilling childhood death rate. Then there was being a slave that every single civilization we know of was built on…
I have both, some good some bad, some really excellent and some terribly awful. But it was better than being a 5 year old coal miner and choking out my lungs with Black Lung at 15 years of age.
I know, I’m such a downer when it comes to historical precedence!
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