I’ve been away from my blog for some time now.
Concha passed, U2 came and now Ray is singing melodies for me.
For those of you that don’t know much about him here’s a snapshot of Ray.
Ray is a 1973 Nashua, New Hampshire born folk singer and songwriter. But this is a very vague explanation of who he really is….
Ray…
Was born into a dysfunctional family consisting of a constantly on the move mother and a violent musician father that abandoned his family while Ray was still a little child. It’s typically easier for people to pick up and leave, quit their current life and start a new one. The ones that really suffer are those left behind, they get scarred and get weirder by the day, as did Ray. Ray was odd child to begin with and as he grew up he strayed further and further from popular culture that would make him more of a social norm amongst his community. Instead of socializing he fought with his classmates and ditched classes to read fantasy novels in the forest not far away from his home. The forest became some kind of boundary-less tree house for him. He began to exercise his endless creativity making sure to keep angst distance from any kind of music as it reminded him of his father and replaced it writing stories. Although totally unaware, this where his musical story telling first started to shape himself.
After he graduated from high school Ray moved away from mother to find a full-time job at a shoe factory. He worked hectic 65 hour weeks immersed in the smell of rubber. Then one morning at 4 a.m., LaMontagne heard Stephen Stills’ song "Treetop Flyer" on the radio. For whatever reason it sparked his interest enough to actually break his distance from music. After purchasing the Stills Alone album he pulled a total 180 quit his job and started his career as a singer and songwriter.
This guy is an amazing artist he really feel what he shares with his audience. His songs touch souls in a different way...when he sings you become him. You become the person he is singing too. You become his lyrics.
Ray La Montagne….Raymond Charles takes you away from yourself and makes you another person. His music takes you away from your own ‘passive voice’ and brings you into aura of emotional storytelling where you can build your own boundary-less tree house and drift away.
Ray…
All hats off to you.
With all my respect and admiration you are so far away from passive voice.
HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS LYRICS:
When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
My worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
That love is a poor man's food
Don't prophesize
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don't let your eyes refuse to see
Don't let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
Concha passed, U2 came and now Ray is singing melodies for me.
For those of you that don’t know much about him here’s a snapshot of Ray.
Ray is a 1973 Nashua, New Hampshire born folk singer and songwriter. But this is a very vague explanation of who he really is….
Ray…
Was born into a dysfunctional family consisting of a constantly on the move mother and a violent musician father that abandoned his family while Ray was still a little child. It’s typically easier for people to pick up and leave, quit their current life and start a new one. The ones that really suffer are those left behind, they get scarred and get weirder by the day, as did Ray. Ray was odd child to begin with and as he grew up he strayed further and further from popular culture that would make him more of a social norm amongst his community. Instead of socializing he fought with his classmates and ditched classes to read fantasy novels in the forest not far away from his home. The forest became some kind of boundary-less tree house for him. He began to exercise his endless creativity making sure to keep angst distance from any kind of music as it reminded him of his father and replaced it writing stories. Although totally unaware, this where his musical story telling first started to shape himself.
After he graduated from high school Ray moved away from mother to find a full-time job at a shoe factory. He worked hectic 65 hour weeks immersed in the smell of rubber. Then one morning at 4 a.m., LaMontagne heard Stephen Stills’ song "Treetop Flyer" on the radio. For whatever reason it sparked his interest enough to actually break his distance from music. After purchasing the Stills Alone album he pulled a total 180 quit his job and started his career as a singer and songwriter.
This guy is an amazing artist he really feel what he shares with his audience. His songs touch souls in a different way...when he sings you become him. You become the person he is singing too. You become his lyrics.
Ray La Montagne….Raymond Charles takes you away from yourself and makes you another person. His music takes you away from your own ‘passive voice’ and brings you into aura of emotional storytelling where you can build your own boundary-less tree house and drift away.
Ray…
All hats off to you.
With all my respect and admiration you are so far away from passive voice.
HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS LYRICS:
When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
My worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
That love is a poor man's food
Don't prophesize
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don't let your eyes refuse to see
Don't let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
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