beatiewolfe Song Lyrics "Make it Up" http://twitgoo.com/570w3

I love to write lyrics out this way - like Blake with his engraved poems...you can communicate and discover yourself the meaning/emotions behind the words through colours, images, the choice to use Capitalisation, variations etc.

It All Will Fall

...Super new guests, shows, compositions...all in the mix!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This blog probably won't last, but I need a release from all the work, work, work, work, work, work, work...(where's the play damnit!!!!)

Ironic really that I choose to write, to take a break from writing...but this is freely-crafted, like a bird on a wire, this is just spontaneous prose, so I don't need to comb through, time and time again, time after time, that all that all....

What I am saying in a Tristram Shandy kind of digressive way is that I am up to my eyeballs with scholarly practice, hence, the music must take a brief, momentary - pause

BUT, from May onwards, I'm getting ready to burst into new song, all that creative energy simmering away in my pot (belly), waiting to crash that damn oppressive lid to the ground, and splutter and spit with all new kinetic energy and projective-force and feeling, feeling, enthusiasm - (I will try to keep my saliva to myself)

Yep, I'm excited. You should be too. It's all happening, right here, on my desk. Ooo...That's where the magic's at, but not for much longer -


This I mean to whisper to my mind
This I mean to laugh with in my mind
This I mean my mind to serve 'til
service is but Magic
moving through the world
and mind itself is Magic
coursing through the flesh
and flesh itself is Magic
dancing on a clock
and time itself the magic length of God.


Heeeeeeeeeere's Beeeeeaaaatie!!!!!

Theo Watson (my GENIUS brother) : Theo's site

Emily Gobeille (my GENIUS sister-in-law): Em's site

Jeff Bernier, filmmaker: Jeff's site

Corin Johnson, sculptor: Corin's site

Samir Maleh, AID Manager/Photographer: Sammy's Site

Seriously, serious talent!

Well my my, what a super summer it's been so far...don't let the gloom fool you that it's over yet, September comeback!

Started off in NYC playing those joints that all the kids talk about, really liked the free-flowing spontaneity of it all...booked last thing, played a slot a few hours before catching a plane - true rock n roll style, though the fatigue in that case did effect my alertness... (Video soon to come: Cake shop, notice the poor banter) One gig at the Living Room ended up attracting the interest of the Antiquarian book posse, the trade I free-lance for, and I felt like an item up for auction with my value being silently discussed. Ahg!

And then there was Libre, set in the outer regions of Colorado, now the oldest still existing commune, originally set up in 1968 by artists who shared the land, but build independent project houses...the first of these being a geodesic dome, known as Dean's dome, in which they held a grand art show for the 40th birthday celebration. I was invited out to play this 40th festival/party/event, and it was WILD, WILD, WILD. Roaming about with the mountain lions and bears (though I only ever came across their scat luckily) I spent 2 weeks tripping back in time, on the trip of a lifetime, talking to the most wonderful eccentrics who lived like I could only imagine, and soaking up the incredible energy of the land...like a spiritual retreat away from all that I'd grown up with...I loved every second of performing to the howls of old hippies and kids running about on acid (though the latter was slightly unnerving).

http://flywithmeproductions.com/blog/?p=1337- amazing lady filmmaker I met

here is a photo link to offer some visuals for the description:

  http://picasaweb.google.com/..JoeZandoz/LibreBDay

Video's of performances up on my page by the super talented Ian Kennedy, as I ended up meeting two Brooklyn filmmakers out there... and a music video for 'Beautiful Affair' is currently being edited by Jeff Bernier, cinematic production extraordinaire - shot in the tall grass of the Huerfano valley, I'm wearing a dress in the middle of the night, freezing, but hopefully the shivers will be lost in post.

And now while I make a quick pit-stop in London before making my way back to the Algarve I'm doing some very fine collaboration with the writer, musician, producer, arranger, Lorenzo Morresi...working on 'Too Lovely' at the moment, so a "final" draft should be up next week.

What a night! .. I had to warm/burn my hands on the floor lights intermittently to keep them alive enough to play because Kenwood House is NOT designed to be partied in. My mouth was chattering in between songs like a skeleton but I’m hoping that it came across as some technical vocal style if it was present in the songs. Despite the big freeze, the acoustics were sensational, no amplification and you could still hear every whisper...or every croak, ha!


This was left by the string quartet, I was not attempting Schubert on guitar!



Getting my heat fix.





Champagne and shoes off

Right so while I'm still on a high from the sexcellent 'Sound of Sirens' launch night, I'm going to talk about another high...that was Saturday night.

The Lips Festival celebrating Kerouac and 'On the Road' with all the appropriate figures of the movement (those still alive) took place over the weekend of November 10th at the Marquee Club and I was blessed with making an unexpected appearance at the last minute. As I found out only a couple of hours prior to the gig, there was no time to notify people and no time to think about getting nervous...(just a psychological process).

Instead I just rocked up, saw a beatific audience, all sitting cross-legged and listening attentively to the poetry onstage, and thought "Nice!"

Despite the lack of soundcheck and slight technical problems (aren't there always some?) I loved every minute of it and the audience's silence was heavenly. Got some of the best feedback yet, and made some amazing contacts. More gigs like this please!



Photos are up...x

Something I penned on the plane to Portugal last week (that is Feb 08), after no sleep.

You came and you stowed away on my train
with nothing but sand bags and a sleeve of regret.
From inside your distance lost weight with the sweat,
but the speed that you gained only quickened the pain.

So we speak and the words never mean what we say
because it's kinder to lie when you're just passing by.
And with this human act I will try to obey
But what kind of a heart will I find to comply?

With all of this time, and all of this sweat,
and still sick with motion, on the sea of regret.
I'll sharpen my oar or I'll cut off my arm
or I'll arm you with needles, to stick into my palm.

And with high talks of murder, the cattle run from the yard
while you like to watch on, and sip juice with the bard
because it's easy to talk when you're just passing through.
So to say that I knew you, would not really be true.




These are some recent words I wrote while on the number 13, going North, in the hellish commuter surge, November 07. The other day I tried them out with something I had on the guitar and it was a marriage made in Heaven and Hell (been reading too much Blake)....

This is what you do
when you choose to relapse
and collapse from the weight of the world.

With a soft heavy head
and your thoughts made of lead
you take care to abuse your own worth.

Every mirror has cracks
that we like to paint black
as we try to deny the white light.

But we fight with ourselves
at the cost of our health
to be blind to this painful insight.

Well they say yesterday
I got lost on the train
though I was too far away to know.

In this field of life
you can plant what you like
and be sure that you'll reap what you sow.

So you thought I'd lied,
thought I'd left you behind
and you cursed me for making you feel.

Then you went with your trowel
and you dug the seeds out
and you wondered why they wouldn't yield.

Why is it hard to avoid
seeing space as a void
when we are silent and on our own?

So we make use of a mate
to help balance the weight
of waiting around for someone to be home.

But if you shadowed in doubt
because the moon is not out
don't be so hungry for a flame.

I'll be your ghost in the dark
and we can go to the park
and dance, until we feel ourselves again.


The above is now the song BEST FRIEND...Check it out!



This was something I wrote on a highly caffeinated lunch-break last year, inspired by a rather dark but special friend, whose name backwards is Suffer, a little appropriate. It came into my head, and was written in 15mins, so room for improvement.

If love retracts, let it
even if it breaks your back.
When love loves back, regret it
even if it's soft with tact.

When sinners smile, declare it
even if you stand alone.
If beauty lies, lie with it
even if it bends your bones.

If a lovers tangle trips you,
first learn how to walk again.
When a brother's words outstrip you,
don't let silence be a friend.

When fires swells inside you,
close your mouth and burn your bed.
When churches do deny you,
put temptation in their head.

So when darkness consumes, let it
even if appears like death.
And if death appeals, let it
even if it brings light instead.

Any tracks that have disappeared from here will mostly be on my 2nd page as I just can't work with four songs...it's like working with four notes, or four colours, or four fingers (yes your thumb is a finger!)

So go and visit - www.myspace.com/beatiewolfe2 or just click on my top friend (ah yes myself) to hear a little bit more than four.

Much love

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