This is a pure mood song; it is deep, and dark. It seems to be all about mortality, and the death of self.

There is a deep longing to be united, and the knowledge that it is death to do so. Sadness, and resolve; deep scars of truth.

Listen to it with a shot of Single-Malt, and a book of poetry.

-Ezra Hilyer 

I’m in love with you
And it’s crushing my heart
All I want is you
To take me into your arms

When love and death embrace

I love you
And you’re crushing my heart
I need you
Please take me into your arms

When love and death embrace
When love and death embrace
When love and death embrace
When love and death embrace

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Full of the disjointed lyrics that Tori Amos does so well; the song ‘Cloud On My Tongue’ ranges from one picture reference to the next, and leaves behind a trail of imagery that is at once distracting, and cohesive. It beings with it, a longing to be elsewhere, to have the ‘Borneo’ that is warm and comforting, yet the current world is so cold.

She is between worlds, the one she desires, and the once that she is forever stuck with. We follow the story in brief flashes of inspiration, never quite sure of the precise subject, yet the poetry of the song is clear, and unmistakeable, it fills the mind and soul, it resonates with her confusion; the subject of the song.

She is ‘In circles again’ as though her life is a continual cycle that never ceases, and one that she desperately wants to escape, to escape the cold, and the hard edges of life.

Dance with her, and see the flickering razors of light sift through the chinks and cracks of her soul.

-Ezra Hilyer

Someone’s knocking on my kitchen door
Leave the wood outside what
All the girls here are freezing cold
Leave me with your Borneo
I don’t need much to keep me warm

Don’t stop now what you’re doing
What you’re doing
What you’re doing, my ugly one
Bring them all here
Hard to hide a hundred girls in your hair
It won’t be fair
If I hate her
You can go now

You’re already in there
I’ll be wearing your tatoo
You’re already in there

Got a cloud sleeping on my tongue
He goes then it goes and
Kiss the voilets as they’re waking up
Leave me with your Borneo
Leave me the way I was before

You’re already in there
I’ll be wearing your tatoo
I’m already in circles and circles and circles again
The girl’s in circles and circles
Got to stop spinning
Circles and circles and circles again
Thought I was over the bridge now

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I love the melodic poetry of this song, the inspiration that it fills me with. To Kiss before it is too late, to make those moves before ‘the withering dawn’ How often do we fail that task, and miss the moments that count?

Do we all have those memories held deep, and close to our souls? The memories of lost days, and words we never had the courage to speak?

This song is an early one for Nightwish, it is from an early demo, but I consider it one of their best. It seems more innocent, and perhaps less corrupted. It sounds a little like a lullaby, but has the power of sound to carry me back into a time almost lost to memory, and to bring up emotions, and buried dreams.

Listen to it.

-Ezra Hilyer

Sweet little words made for silence not talk
Young heart for love not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind,
Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour’s never a wasted one
The violin, the poet’s hand
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawnLove while the night still hides the withering dawn

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I love this song, how the mood and lyrics bring the hope and delight out of the air, and I listen to this song often, and it never fails to move me.

There is also another version of this song by David Crowder that I enjoy, but the Sarah Brightman version is by far the best.

There is something haunting in her voice, that is at the same time hopeful, and sad. She is pleading for her lover to save her, to deliver her.

The poetic beauty of this song will deliver you as well.

-Ezra Hilyer

Deliver me, from all of the madness.
Deliver me, courage to guide me.
Deliver me, strength from inside me.
All of my life I’ve been in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.
Now that you’re here, now that I’ve found you,
I know that you’re the one to pull me through.

Deliver me, loving and caring.
Deliver me, giving and sharing.
Deliver me, the cross that I’m bearing.

All of my life I was in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.
Now that you’re here, now that I’ve found you,
I know that you’re the one to pull me through.

Deliver me,
Deliver me,
Oh deliver me.

All of my life I was in hiding.
Wishing there was someone just like you.
Now that you’re here, now that I’ve found you,
I know that you’re the one to pull me through.

Deliver me,
Oh deliver me.
Won’t you deliver me

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Playground Love – Air

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor
Love is all, all my soul
You’re my playground love
Yet my hands are shaking
I feel my body remains, time’s no matter, I’m on fire
On the playground, love.

You’re the piece of gold the flashes on my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You’re my playground love.

Anytime, anywhere,
You’re my playground love.

As with most film scores, this is best enjoyed after watching the movie first. The scene that takes place when this song is played has all the depth of young love, and the confusion, and complexity of our lives. Much of that comes through in this version of the song. The Vibraphone gives a warning of the impermanence of youth, and the coming danger in the film.

Yet this is a hauntingly beautiful song, full of hope and promise at the same time. From the first time I heard it, I have loved it.

-Ezra Hilyer

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Told in muse, and memory, by those who knew him, and those who think that they did, stitched together by the ponderings of the author and quotations from Thoraeu and others, it brings one down to the place where understanding why a well educated young man would up and abandon every vestige of society and live a vagabond existence in Alaska.

The debate that raged over McCandless demise is secondary to the passions that drove him, and the side story of his impact upon those he came into contact with along the way. I wonder what would have happened to him had he lived though his ‘Great Alaska Adventure’ and returned (as he apparently planned) to society. Would he be known – some ten+ years later as another wilderness wanderer turned writer? (Another Peter Jenkins perhaps.)

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Unknown to me at the time of purchase/reading; a movie of the same title had been made. ‘Inspired by the true story’ is the tag line. I watched the movie, and though I enjoyed it, this is not a review of the film, but of the book. The Silver Screen takes liberties with the story-line. Weaving romance through it, as only Hollywood can do. But I hope that the movie doesn’t ruin the story. It is not a grand and great adventure, this is fundamentally a tragedy. This was an intelligent and caring young man, he went into the wilds of Alaska one day, and simply never came back.

I would have liked to meet Chris, I think he would have been interesting conversation, and though we would disagree about a great many things, I think in the end we would have been friends. I too feel the wanderlust urge from time to time, but like most, I seldom really venture far from the world. I keep close to electricity and internal combustion engines. Some days I wonder what kind of changes an adventure like the 2 year tramp that McCandless embarked on would yield in my life. I am far too comfortable in my 21st century existence. In that thought; I give a hearty hey-ho to Chris’s ideals and adventuresome spirit.

Read the book, and failing that: watch the movie, then read the book.

The debate that raged over McCandless demise is secondary to the passions that drove him, and the side story of his impact upon those he came into contact with along the way.

-Ezra Hilyer

I first encountered this song in the soundtrack to the movie: ‘Meet Joe Black‘. Not knowing anything about Israel Kamakawiwo’ole, I pictured a small, young man as the singer. The voice is surprising, and gentile, sweet, and innocent.

After reading about Israel Kamakawiwo’ole, I am amazed at the vocal, and spiritual beauty, and impact of this departed singer. He is beloved by his home of Hawaii, and still has a strong cultural impact today.

Combining the two songs: ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ and ‘What A Wonderful World’, Israel blends a hope for the future, and appreciation for today.

Israel died at the age of 38, in 1997, but the poetry of his soul still lives on. Listen to the beauty of this song, and let it sing on in your heart.

-Ezra Hilyer

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Moleskine Tabs

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I am slightly OCD; so when I get a new Large Squared Moleskine, do you think I leave it alone??

Nope.
I have a system. I start by numbering the pages, then I divide the 240 pages into 24 groups of ten. I then tab these from the first, to the last skipping every other one. Then I repeat the process from the last group to the beginning of the book. This is what it looks like when I am finished.

This allows me to find any of these 24 much more quickly. You see, the first row will be the odd numbers, and the second row will be all even numbers.

I then use the last page to form an index of the content by section.

- Ezra Hilyer