Time Stands Still (On the Burying Ground) - A Jamateur Collab Hut Project - Videos

An original tune with lyrics by me and instrumental/vocal help from 8 of my friends on Cigar Box NationPerformer Credits at the end. Thanks to all who participated and special thanks to Silent Jim for leading the project!.Time Stands Still on the Burying GroundDeath heads on the stonesMarking spaces for ashes and bonesWas a young man walking roundHe heard the voices whispertime stands stillon the burying groundSince 1600 yearsCopp's Hill drowned in tears400 years some bodies in the groundHe heard the voices whispertime stands stillon the burying groundSame here todayAs the sad day in MayWhen they laid two sick children in the groundHe heard the voices whispertime stands stillon the burying groundTime has passed around the treesAnd the old fence marking a boundaryLeaving it's mark on all that surroundHe heard the voices whispertime stands stillon the burying groundDeath heads on the stonesMarking spaces for ashes and bonesWas an old man walking roundHe heard the voices whispertime stands stillon the burying ground

If ever in Boston, I recommend a stop in the North End to visit Copp's Hill......and get some Italian pastries.

And don't restrict it to pastries either. Go for the lasagna or some tortellini too!

BTW - Copps Hill Burying Ground is mentioned in H.P. Lovecraft's short horror story Pickman's Model.

It's my business to catch the overtones of the soul, and you won't find those in a parvenu set of artificial streets on made land. Back Bay isn't Boston- it isn't anything yet, because it's had no time to pick up memories and attract local spirits. If there are any ghosts here, they're the tame ghosts of a salt marsh and a shallow cove; and I want human ghosts- the ghosts of beings highly organized enough to have looked on hell and known the meaning of what they saw.

'The place for an artist to live is the North End. If any aesthete were sincere, he'd put up with the slums for the sake of the massed traditions. God, man! Don't you realize that places like that weren't merely made, but actually grew? Generation after generation lived and felt and died there, and in days when people weren't afraid to live and fed and die. Don't you know there was a mill on Copp's Hill in 1632, and that half the present streets were laid out by 1650? I can show you houses that have stood two centuries and a half and more; houses that have witnessed what would make a modern house crumble into powder. What do moderns know of life and the forces behind it? You call the Salem witchcraft a delusion, but I'll wager my four-times-great-grandmother could have told you things. They hanged her on Gallows Hill, with Cotton Mather looking sanctimoniously on. Mather, damn him, was afraid somebody might succeed in kicking free of this accursed cage of monotony- I wish someone had laid a spell on him or sucked his blood in the night!

'I can show you a house he lived in, and I can show you another one he was afraid to enter in spite of all his fine bold talk. He knew things he didn't dare put into that stupid Magnalia or that puerile Wonders of the Invisible World. Look here, do you know the whole North End once had a set of tunnels that kept certain people in touch with each other's houses, and the burying ground, and the sea? Let them prosecute and persecute above ground- things went on every day that they couldn't reach, and voices laughed at night that they couldn't place!

You can read the whole thing online here.

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Bad Finger (Eric) November 22, 2012 at 7:37am

Cool stuff eK.

The list of must haves from the North End is too extensive. Arancini, pizza, fresh pasta......
eK November 21, 2012 at 11:48am

If ever in Boston, I recommend a stop in the North End to visit Copp's Hill......and get some Italian pastries.

And don't restrict it to pastries either. Go for the lasagna or some tortellini too!

BTW - Copps Hill Burying Ground is mentioned in H.P. Lovecraft's short horror story Pickman's Model.

It's my business to catch the overtones of the soul, and you won't find those in a parvenu set of artificial streets on made land. Back Bay isn't Boston- it isn't anything yet, because it's had no time to pick up memories and attract local spirits. If there are any ghosts here, they're the tame ghosts of a salt marsh and a shallow cove; and I want human ghosts- the ghosts of beings highly organized enough to have looked on hell and known the meaning of what they saw.

'The place for an artist to live is the North End. If any aesthete were sincere, he'd put up with the slums for the sake of the massed traditions. God, man! Don't you realize that places like that weren't merely made, but actually grew? Generation after generation lived and felt and died there, and in days when people weren't afraid to live and fed and die. Don't you know there was a mill on Copp's Hill in 1632, and that half the present streets were laid out by 1650? I can show you houses that have stood two centuries and a half and more; houses that have witnessed what would make a modern house crumble into powder. What do moderns know of life and the forces behind it? You call the Salem witchcraft a delusion, but I'll wager my four-times-great-grandmother could have told you things. They hanged her on Gallows Hill, with Cotton Mather looking sanctimoniously on. Mather, damn him, was afraid somebody might succeed in kicking free of this accursed cage of monotony- I wish someone had laid a spell on him or sucked his blood in the night!

'I can show you a house he lived in, and I can show you another one he was afraid to enter in spite of all his fine bold talk. He knew things he didn't dare put into that stupid Magnalia or that puerile Wonders of the Invisible World. Look here, do you know the whole North End once had a set of tunnels that kept certain people in touch with each other's houses, and the burying ground, and the sea? Let them prosecute and persecute above ground- things went on every day that they couldn't reach, and voices laughed at night that they couldn't place!

You can read the whole thing online here.
Jamie MacBlues November 20, 2012 at 8:34am
Bad Finger (Eric) November 20, 2012 at 8:02am

Thanks everyone for the comments. If ever in Boston, I recommend a stop in the North End to visit Copp's Hill......and get some Italian pastries.
Nancy kat November 19, 2012 at 1:58pm

Great vid! Love the lyrics! Terrific old cem. All around awesome project! Meowwwww^^
Thomas "Duck" Petry November 19, 2012 at 10:21am

A big well done to all involved. Great bit of Blues!
Uncle John November 19, 2012 at 7:57am

Nice. Good lyrics. Sad. And I like cemeteries.
RTZGUITARS November 18, 2012 at 9:56pm

oh so this is what youall were up to in the Hut, getting high. Real nice lyrics, vocal is cool it good you left it alone Jim it got a solitude feel, there is a lot going on here great to hear James guitar in something like this. Its got a rock part then jazz then okie trhen folk then church, great job everyone
Bad Finger (Eric) November 18, 2012 at 4:48pm

Out of chaos, comes order. A fine example.
c# merle November 18, 2012 at 4:42pm

top track. a real good vibe to it. well done everyone

there's some awesome talent on the nation

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