Remy Shand, a somewhat reclusive neo-soul singer from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, has resurfaced with a couple of new tunes. This particular short but powerful first song briefly and soulfully meditates on life's pain and every human's non-sweet fleet flight through the killing fields (barbarous aspects of "modern" civilization) that threaten our survival -- physical, mental, and spiritual.
Remy's soulful but brief meditation raises questions about living in a material world (but not as a material girl), but as a human who has experienced loss and wonders if there's anything more to life than the visible world.
The line Only saviours are free could be hinting at the special station reserved for the Manifestations of God, such as Krishna, Jesus, Baha'u'llah, etc, all of whom themselves went through the school of hardest knocks (to put it mildly). So they were not free from pain and tribulation, but they inwardly separated the spiritual from the material, knowing that the tests we get may be physical or emotional or mental, but a strong spirit pulls you through even in the worst of circumstances. It is the spiritual soul that persists, not the flesh. As George Harrison sang, All things must pass. Hindu prophecy talks of the Sat(ya) Yuga (The Truth Era or Golden Age).
As well, the Christian book of Revelations 21:1-8 mentions a time of great change and transformation: the former shall pass away, and all things [be] made new. Old things, old structures, old concepts, old ideas, old notions, old misconceptions -- toss the dross and face the space! Retrieve the sheaves! Don't peeve or grieve, or leave!
But we keep what is worthwhile, we harvest the best. We sift and sort through the mess. We are mess meshers, who filter and recover the lost and forgotten, sifters, mashers-up who fill the cup . That is what being at the threshold of the age of maturity of humanity is about.
Another world is not only possible, she is on her way.
On a quiet day I can hear her breathing.
There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning . . .
Holy the Firm by Annie Dillard
Holy the Firm by Annie Dillard
Anyway, let's listen to Killing Fields:
Another rising star who has addressed the problematic prevalence of guns and weaponry, military spending of bloated budgets is Brina who has Jamaican roots and UK residency. Musicly, her forte is reggae.
Her song, Guns and Roses -- sung together with Toots Hibbert (of Toots and the Maytals fame) -- appeals to a sense of common humanity and points to the absurdly irrational over-expenditures prompted by puerile fear. It describes those who belong to "belong to the one political party" (military-industrial complex, symbolized by guns) and those who "belong to the one musical party" (symbolized by roses).
Her superb and substantial lyrics and album info are here.
There is still another new soulful tune from Remy, this time with him on the piano.
The tune title is Springtime. It, too, hints at the need for spiritual strength in the face of loneliness and loss. Remy lost his mother, Lana, in 2010. This song could still echo some of the pain of that loss. As the song states, our common denominator is our shared loneliness, or perhaps it's more a shared sense of aloneness.
Perhaps we can also mourn the indifference of the media to the things of the heart, the lack of a holistic, integral, up-to-date look at the world of revelatory religion, undying dharma. With our popular catchphrase New Age as a genre of music, it is surprising that journalists and musicians, save for a few, have not investigated or probed or scanned the horizon of human events, checking for signs as to What Added Impetus has propelled humanity along, to suddenly find and split the atom, and find and conquer the airwaves, and flourish in music and art in all kinds of new directions. In other words, we are all being buoyed by a cushion of something that is helping bring us to peace, prosperity, and planethood.
Remy's poetic lyrics do mention a blessed springtime, but personal grief seems to override any broader recognition or further questioning. It's almost as if he is split, and the shadowed reflection on the piano seems to further emphasize his divided or separated soul.
Reality can seem a shadow play at times, when a miasma of spiritual pain, anguish, or longing is active underneath.