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Beacons

by GuidoWorld

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1.
The Pleasure of Your Embrace 4/7/10 Mighty is the power of an emotion It can fill you up or tear you down It can be as deep and as blue as the ocean Or drift aimlessly like a billowed cloud Some let feelings be their master Jerked about like a puppet on a string I treat feelings as an artist Their vast colors paint my being As I wake I breath in deep Feel refreshed from my deep sleep I linger awhile holding you It sets the mood provides the glue for what we do I feel life dancing at my fingertips A warm glow pulsing from deep within I walk about in a state of bliss The endless joy of making sense of all this What I feel and what I think In rich earth tones and relaxing tints Talk to me of what others seek I find few answers but plenty of hints Wallowing In ecstasy Is how we live when we stay inside the day find time to play let love hold sway Baby, time is a fire that Kindles our thoughts and desires, yet Someday we’ll run out of fuel So precious this makes our every move Eyes are such fickle admirers The new and the supple attract its gaze Yet, I can’t imagine another body My hands would rather touch or my arms would rather hold I want to feel the pleasure of your embrace Be your comfort everyday
2.
Starting at the End 9/17/11 Every heart is uneasy vulnerable yet inspired The intimate and the familiar are what we’re born to desire Every cell of my body lives and dies Each pore is a sentinel Sentience sublime Words sprout like flowers festoon my emotional world While we all walk the path Many wander astray Obstacles and hurdles Give the journey pain Inhibitions and fantasy Short cuts done in vain The path I walk in solitude I long to share the terrain The beauty I do see I feel becoming me Every life is an answer Yet mystery will remain Every life is a miracle Again and again The beauty I do see I feel, become and be Life is its own answer No riddle to unfold Certainty is a harsh master Makes the living cold The beauty we unfurl Has me melt into the world Starting at the end, we're starting at the end
3.
Heal Me 04:31
Heal Me 9/29/2010 Looking for the words that went away Languish in the fog that is my day Did I ever think clearly? Should I answer yes or maybe no Everything is complicated and bold Must I have an answer To avoid disaster? I sense it was not always this way Used to feel happy know what to say Now I am so anxious All thought turns to ashes The man I was shriveled away A passion for life now withered decay My vision faltered my resolve deplete I disappointed everyone especially me Oh let me breathe again Most have the sense to just turn away Take their medication accept what they say I stare at the hands seek to detect the magicians ruse I do it for reality I do it for me and for what they’ve done to you Oh what have they done to you? Let me say more before I again fade away Help me open my eyes pierce thru the suffocating haze Do you remember, joy, compassion and optimism The strength of union of a common vision? Please forgive my zeal soon to be concealed I’m hanging on to sanity Listen for an echo of humanity Touch me. feel me, heal me
4.
Making Sense 04:49
Making Sense 12/31/2010 Coming into view, are lilacs cloaked in dew, such sweet aromas, now making sense Running down the hill, I feel such a thrill, As the wind blasts my ears, its making sense I’ll undress you with my eyes, and linger at your thighs, wistful dreams of future pleasure, just making sense The humming of the strings, the chugging of the beat, vibrates in my chest, I’m making sense Oh, I’m feeling, such sweet deep feelings Sweet vistas catch my eye, send shivers up my spine, an eagle glides, keeps making sense Self-revelations pique my mind, in cycles and in rhyme, In stillness and in change we’re making sense All the moments I’m alive, till the breath in which I die, I’ll revel, in making sense I’m a hedonist on fire, I’m a mountain of desire, On this journey, just making sense Oh, I’m feeling, such sweet deep feelings Some want to know everything, I’m content just making sense Some want to own everything, I prefer the joy of making sense Some want to know everything, ignore the wisdom of making sense Some want to own everything, I prefer the privilege of making sense Some want to know everything, such is the beauty of making sense Some want to own everything, mock the value of making sense Some want to know everything, ignore their bodies making sense Some want to own everything, my sole possession is making sense
5.
Blue View 03:53
Blue View 8/28/11 My eyes scan the endless ocean So stark yet complete What lies below, such countless treasures I have my whole life to seek The pelting winds pull me up My ears hear as through a hollow tube My skin alive in the thunderous roar The seagulls caw sharp yet oddly muted With eyes closed I tilt my head upward My eyelids bathed in a reddish glow My lungs fill with a cleansing fire Everything softens my breathing slows My body melts into the shore I become the air, the water too Pulsing in the ebb and flow All that’s left is my little blue view Darting like a kite in the sky oooh I’m just a blue view Floating up so very high oooh I’m just a blue view In and out with the tide oooh I’m just a blue view Like a pebble rolling with pride oooh I’m just a blue view
6.
Gift of Life 03:23
Gift of Life 12/23/2010 Leah walked through life with a parasol Protecting her from sun and rain The hours she spent in front of her mirror She scrutinized her dress, but not her own gaze Busy and indifferent as a city street Pam marched through her day While at work she was a tyrant Yet at home timid and afraid Ben read books by the boatload He sat in silence as others played He enjoyed thought and imagination Science and religion his only friends Curt fought hard for his country He wanted to do the right thing Haunted by ghastly memories (he asks) How can he live when they’re dead? Some make life a thought or dream You can see it in their eyes you can hear it in their lies Some make it all a cause or scheme You can feel a sense of shame in their honor of the game When all is said and done Feel joy and have some fun, share your love with eveyone Like the eyes of the sage Delight in all you see what was and what will be You don’t have to earn a living You don’t have to earn your life You don’t have to fight for freedom You don’t have to hate one another Just treasure The gift of life Let us savor The gift of life
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eMotion Sickness (Circle of‘ifs) 5/13/12 In the family home emotions were expressed with a megaphone I licked my wounds while my mother bled sought the home which she fled a calm far from her anxious dread Avoiding pain is the mystics game on the astral plane orgasm with a deity sublimates real need overcomes one’s humanity Feelings are for me as a human being not a fantasy Unplugged from all desire In the sacred some do get mired Their bodies only fit for a funeral pyre Sadly I walk alone with my heart in my eyes, in the skies, in my mind Sadly I walk alone with my heart in my hands, in my ears, on my tongue Sadly I walk alone with my heart, in the land, in your tears, at your side Sadly I walk alone with my heart, leading me, with empathy, fusing we Somewhere deep inside this life lies (ticks) precious time Somewhere deep inside this life the toucher and the touched are one Somewhere deep inside this life we breathe as one Somewhere on the edge of life was whispered me this song Somewhere in the time of life was whispered me this song
8.
Experience Unites 7/23/11 I pledge no allegiance to land, nation, man nor god Find no essence inside me which will forever carry on So united yet so all alone I find me when I back away Probability rises as certain wanes like particle and wave I drift towards the kind and run from the cruel There’s so much to learn when you abandon the True I will never capture with brush, bow, mouth nor pen The beauty of a baby’s smile the love in a mother’s eyes Yet we all feel it the power of life Some images and feeling bring tears to our eyes I’m constantly amazed at being alive Balancing awe with visceral desire Experience unites - belief divides There’s so much inside me echoed in the past In the change of seasons and your hearty laugh The world enters my every pore No matter how fulfilling I always crave more I find myself when talking with you The great river of life connects and soothes Experience unites - belief divides The great river of life refreshes and unites Experience unites - belief divides The great river of life is both in and outside
9.
Insolvent Contumacy 8/14/12 Well I’m not willing to hate the haters and I’m quite reluctant to forgive the saints I can see why so many are apathetic Who so easily tire of my endless plaints I owe my joys and comforts to global history That’s why its hard for me to just sit on my hands and knees I’m indebted to all who came before me It is their voice that damns my cowardly reticence I’m responsible to care for the children To not needlessly deny them their blissful innocence There is no end to their insatiable greed The robber barons beg my insolvent contumacy I’m not lazy by any means I’m not crazy and not extreme I’m not a martyr nor a hero yearn to be kind need no cure all seek no utopia drama nor an opera simply do what can be done for each and everyone
10.
The Stream 02:56
The Stream 5/10/11 Buried alive by the masters of suggestion We’re not quite sure what to say or what to do Everything turns white by the angle of deflection It would be insulting if they weren’t so damn cute Such freedom in the politics of deception Can say most anything as long as its a ruse We are held hostage but their deft imagination Dicing up fictions that spice our daily stew I feel no exoneration for remaining aware I fall into the hollow eyes riddled with despair Taking sides is to ignore the connection Predator and prey are a part of me and you Those eyes are so haunting I can not look away The flow of life’s river carries me away Don’t let them goad you into hate Make human kindness a debate If you’ve a god make him of love Not good and evil, but how we’re all one We’re all on the same team We’re all floating down the same stream We’re all in the same stream We’re all of the same stream Let’s not pollute our life’s main stream We all swim in the same stream
11.
Lullaby-bye 03:15
Lullaby-bye 3/27/13 Hush little one and sleep For the lands are about to weep I guess we won the war Though mommy and daddy are no more The poisons that fill the air Will soon reap havoc everywhere On all it will take its toll It’s hard to imagine the goal Sleep snug sleep tight my precious darling sight Sleep sound sleep deep Let the night calm give you peace Hush little one please rest this night When you awake I hope to be breathing at your side There, there litle one try not to cry Though even if you live you may wish to die Sleep snug sleep tight my precious darling sight Sleep sound sleep deep Let the night calm give you peace I’m sorry little one for such a vigil to keep but night has come and its time for the big sleep Hush little one please rest this night When you awake I hope to be breathing at your side When you awake I hope to still be breathing at your side
12.
Woman 04:50
Woman 12/30/14 Woman our days together have cascaded into many years 
Woman our laughter has their passing remain quite dear Life moves me, our bond soothes me Holding you I close my eyes aware of each sensation
 The warmth of your skin, the smell of your hair the depth of our engagement Makes we woozy, oh so woozy, and enthralled in life
 So enthralled with our bodies and minds 
Woman the preciousness of our life together brings me to tears 
Woman sharing with you has meaning overflow, become crystal clear Life moves me, every feeling woos me
 So grateful to be alive, so grateful to have you in my life The wonder ever unfolds, wisdom humbles yet makes one glow One day my eyes may fail me, one day words may fail me
 But I pray I will always be in your embrace That your face will always be cradled by my gaze
 That our last heart beat together will be filled with ease That our last breath together will be a soothing breeze
 That our last embrace together will honor all the years 
That our last moment together will glide on and on and on, thru the past, the future and beyond every fear
 woman I wish this with a tenderness so sincere
 even if one day my mind fails me, betrays me, and takes me suddenly from you, my dear

about

A beacon is standardly a light or fire which can signal, warn or guide. The light can disclose and reveal, it also can present a possible path to safety or at least give us a glimmer of possibility which was previously cloaked in darkness. The songs on Beacons highlight much of the full range of meanings for the word beacon.

Some of the lyrics and music is meant to reveal and articulate that which my thoughts, feelings and experiences have fashioned. Some of the emotional and conceptual environments seem to suggest or guide specific paths while others stand as a warning of the implications of staying the course currently being blazed.

By and large the beacons on this album are about the preciousness, poignancy and significance of our lives and the intimacy it can contain. Most of the songs are explorations into the marriage between our self-conscious life of thought and appreciation with that of a body that intuitively and functionally responds and reacts to the world in which we live.

While some of the lyrics were born spontaneously, most of them reached their final state through a rigorous process of reflection and refinement to adapt to mood, meter and musical context. In general the instruments create the general environment for the thoughts and feelings to exist in and respond to.

In the majority of the songs the sax is totally spontaneous and an emotional reflex to both the voice and the emotional environment established by the other instruments. In this way the vocalist represents the thinking conscious part of myself, and the sax organically takes on the role of the pre-verbal body that unfiltered and naturally feels and experiences life in the moment. The sax and vocalist together comprise the integrated whole that makes up my body freely living in the moment with the thinker, experiencer who finds meaning and joy through a self-conscious personal history.

I have found that my music secretes the essence of my life in ways far more adept than mere conscious words ever could. It expresses the poignancy of all my emotional and sentient feelings and experiences with profound nuance and clarity. The irony is that no matter how much of me and my world I express there is still so much more to articulate and make manifest.

When I first starting writing songs is was with the intention of trying to find a medium to have a positive impact on the world. I felt that words by themselves often fell short of conveying the practical and visceral importance of life and often remained bodiless and abstract. Words accompanied by music, on the other hand, presented the possibility of the social message not only being intellectually understood but also sensorial and emotionally experienced.

Yet, now, I realize that my music has become less a vehicle for social change than become a powerful medium to experience the very way I feel life. My songs are as good a way as I can imagine for others to enter my body and experience the world as I do. Which, while not as important as healing the world, is at the heart of my desire to be intimate and maximize the moments we share together.

When people describe me they often use words such as intense, passionate and ebullient. They often state that while my energy is often invigorating and stimulating it can also enervate and become overwhelming.

I, therefore, understand that listening to my album all in one sitting may be a bit too much to ask. So I recommend that you listen only until full, but please come back when refreshed and take another helping.

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released April 9, 2016

Words and music by Jim Guido.
Album art Photo by Dayna Guido

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