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    28. Drifting Dark

    Song Drifting Dark
    Words & Music​ by Patricia Norton
    Lyrics
    Drifting dark, cold and spark;
    floating dream, holiday scene.
    I know this world keeps on turning,
    spinning songs of hearts in yearning.

    ....dark....spark...dream....scene....world....turning...
    spinning candescent, spinning candescent,
    spinning hearts in yearning

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    Notes: This song began to appear Sunday morning, December 4th, as I was making breakfast, thinking about snowy drives through our town, looking at Christmas lights. It was one of those warmish, wet days with snow on the ground, so there was a mist lifting up from the snow, and the sky was the same color as the fields. December is a complicated month for me, with rich memories of so much happiness as a child, and difficult loss as an adult...  the longing to connect with and create happiness for all whom I love -- the rueful recognition that I can't "make" anyone happy. Thinking of all the stories in December about light in dark, fraught journeys, seeds, births, miracles -- all the hope and determination we try to share with each other in lights and decorations and candles. For me, the song is a good companion to the bittersweet, reflective mood I often find myself in in December.

    Songwriter Info: Patricia is the fourth of five siblings, with eight years from oldest to youngest. Growing up in Boulder, Colorado, and western New York State, a snowy Christmas was virtually guaranteed, and the house was filled with beautiful traditions, from a fat Christmas tree we would go cut at a local farm decorated with white paper doves, tinsel, red balls, and lights, to much gift planning, making & secret, careful wrapping. Christmas cookies left out for Santa, waking up to go to midnight mass, the Westminster Choir College singing Britten's Ceremony of Carols on the turntable, holiday songs on the radio and the whole family watched whatever holiday specials were on tv. A special meal with tablecloth and candles on the table, sledding and snow forts and tunnels, plastic bread bags in the boots and over the mittens to try to keep us warm and dry... my childhood memories are of magical, generous, happy Christmases with music everywhere.
    ​  Of course, the world appeared more complex and nuanced as I grew, and the loss of loved ones I wanted to celebrate with, ugly commercialism, knowledge of economic disparity and the dark history and abuses of religious belief also became part of December.... and, as a church musician, holiday performance pressure -- the collision of expectations and what actually happens. This song is one of the ways I can be present with the whole catastrophe, as Jon Kabat-Zinn might say.

    Song Learning Time Stamps:
    Start time of teaching: 00:02:35
    Start time of reprise: 00:14:20

    Links
    My web center... juneberrymusic.com 

    Nuts & Bolts: 6:8, Aeolian, unison with harmonized accompanying line

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    23. Falling Acorns

    Song Falling Acorns
    Music & Words​ by Joy Truskowski
    Lyrics
    Falling acorns on the ground, I am standing here
    We are here through the seasons, And we are always one

    And it’s time to change, And it’s time to grieve, And it’s time to grow
    And it’s time to change, And it’s time to breathe, And it’s time to let go.

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    Notes: 
    It's a generous mast year here around the Connecticut River -- another gift of the trees, our breathing partners. Joy brought this song to my Pocket Songs group in the fall of 2020, and it is much loved by the Pocket Song Singers. A thing to know about Joy is that she has an extraordinary ability to be present with the feelings of those around her -- and an incredible capacity for delight and kindness… as well as an openness to learning that is hard to have unless you feel confident about your own innate worth. There's something about this song that transmits that sense of one's own standing: present, and also willing to change. It is a TOUGH one for me to sing in tune!!! (Thanks, Joy!) There are back-up parts that remind me of my once-upon-a-time deep desire to be one of the Shirelles, and a sweeping melodic line for the first part, followed by a breathing, in-and-out line for the second part. I hope you find it as satisfying and affirming as I do.

    Songwriter Info: Joy Tru combines heartfelt harmonies with vocal percussion, electronic layers, guitar and flute to create unique, honest folk and pop songs evoking love and hope. She also leads circlesinging and creates live improvised prayer songs and soundscapes using a loop station.

    Links: 
    Joy's website: joytru.com
    Joy singing Falling Acorns herself: 
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFLvejDaz7E

    Song Learning Time Stamps:
    Start time of teaching: 00:02:43
    Start time of reprise: 00:16:41

    Nuts & Bolts: 6:8, Ionian (major), 2-layers with 4-layer background

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    3. Woyaya

    Song Woyaya
    Music Sol Amarifio
    Words Sol Amarifio (title in the Ga language of Ghana)
    ​Composed in 1971
    Lyrics
    We are going, heaven knows where we are going, but we know within.
    And we will get there, heaven knows how we will get there, but we know we will.
    It will be hard, we know, and the road will be muddy and rough,
    But we'll get there, heaven knows how we will get there, but we know we will.
    Wɔyaya, Wɔyaya, Wɔyaya, Wɔyaya.
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    Notes You'll hear me playing with different patterns and rhythms under this song... some of which work well right off, and some of which are more... umm... experimental! But we're all about exploring and growing and changing here -- and one of the downfalls of the highly polished recordings we are immersed in is that we forget that in real life, as we sing by ourselves or with each other, some of our experiments sound great, and some turn out to not be ones we want to continue -- heaven knows where we are going! But we'll get there...

    Songwriter info: Sol Amarifio was the Ghanian drummer of the band Osibisa. The band members were African and Caribbean musicians living in London: Teddy Osei, Sol Amarfio, Mac Tontoh, Spartacus R (Roy Bedeau) Wendell Richardson, Robert Bailey, Loughty Lasisi Amao. 
    This song is under copyright, so recordings or performances for profit are subject to copyright restrictions -- please sing freely at home and with family!

    Links: 
    Here's Osibisa with the original.
    Anaïs Mitchell and Kate Stables collaborated on a beautiful cover of this. 

    Nuts and Bolts: Harmonized, in 6:8, Ionian mode (major).

    Song Learning Time Stamps:
    Start time of teaching: 00:02:10
    Start time of reprise: 00:16:18


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