For the week??
We've got to wait a whole week to post? 
Nuh uh! 
Charade
When we play our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games
Acting out names
Guessing the parts we play
Oh what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill
Lovers until
Love left the masquerade
Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still
I always will
Best on the bill
Charade
Original Version
My favorite version
Song For The Week
Grandpa Was A Carpenter - John Prine
(just a lil' bit)
"Grandpa was a carpenter,
He built houses, stores, and banks.
Chain smoked Camel cigarettes,
And hammered nails in planks.
He was level on the level,
And shaved even every door.
And voted for Eisenhower
'Cause Lincoln won the war."
When first I did appear upon this native soil,
all up and down this country at labor I did toil.
I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun,
I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers run.
When first I did come down where the land meets the sea,
the people said 'Who are you and what would your name be?'
I said, 'I have no home and I am no man's son,
‘twas inland I was born and from inland that I come.
In the good land I was young and I was strong, no one dared to call me son,
happy just to see my day's work done, see my day's work done.'
So I swung an axe as a timberjack and I worked the Quebec mines.
And on the golden prairie I rode the big combines.
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town,
built the highways and the byways to the western salmon grounds.
I've gazed upon the good times I've seen the bad times too,
felt many a cold and bitter wind and many a-morning dew.
I've watched the country growing like a fair and mighty thing
and on the still of a summer night I've heard the mountains ring.
In the good land I was young and I was strong, no one dared to call me son.
Happy just to see my day's work done, see my day's work done.
But now the seeds are planted and the gates are open wide,
the old ways are forgotten there's no place left to hide.
And the legacy I'm leaving you is not very hard to find,
you'll see it all around you at this crossroads of time,
in the sweet soil it's a-growing at the crossroads of time.
-Lightfoot-
Always loved this song, do you think it's too dark?
Eve Of Destruction (1965).
The eastern world it tis explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin',
you're old enough to kill but not for votin',
you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be none to save with the world in a grave,
take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
and marches alone can't bring integration,
when human respect is disintegratin',
this whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
but when you return, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Barry Mcguire.
Thought you also might like this link, i've added it to my favorites list. I see Sky Pilot is on there, another one i liked a lot as a much younger person.
Protest Songs...Too Cool.
Eve of Destruction - too dark, no, not a chance. Not much has change since l965 - has it? Barry McGuire was one of a handful of white artists that signed with Motown Records in Detroit, the Motor City. Two others were Neil Young while he was with the Mynah Birds and believe it or not, Lesley Gore in 1972.
I am glad you folks responded, I was a lil bit hesitant on posting something of this nature, but thought, hey - we all need a little music in our lifes, and at times, we do need to lighten up.
If people would like to see a song a week, I could certainly accomodate that without any problem and perhaps others could, as evident, would like to join in - we could have a singin' wing ding 
Well guys here is mine .lol Nah-nah hey-hey hey Steve Turd good bye .
Na-Na, Hey-Hey - Kiss Him Goodbye ~
A song recorded by Steam in 1969. Became quite a Vancouver Canuck theme song, when they almost came close to the Stanley Cup...way back when. Geez, have no idea about Steve Turd? Maybe he might be related to A. Pile? 
quote:
we could have a singin' wing ding
Turn the radio up. YTW
BLOOD BROTHERS
- Bruce Springsteen
We played king of the mountain out on the end
The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men
Now there's so much that time, time and memory fade away
We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take
We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other
We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers
Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away
Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make
And what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray
We lose ourselves in work to do, work to do and bills to pay
And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover
With no one runnin' by your side, my blood brother
On through the houses of the dead, past those fallen in their tracks
Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back
Now I'm out here on this road
Alone on this road tonight
Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight
If I've fallen 'neath the wheel, if I've lost or I've gained sight
I don't even know why, I don't know why I made this call
Or if any of this matters, anymore after all
But the stars are burnin' bright, like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother
I close my eyes and feel so many
friends around me
In the early evening light
And the miles we have come
And the battles won and lost
Are just so many roads traveled
So many rivers crossed
And I ask God for the strength
And faith in one another
'Cause it's a good night for a ride
'Cross this river to the other side
My blood brothers
(the last verse was added at the last show of the 1999/2000 Tour at July 1st in New York)
Hey, where I am, the skies have been incredibly blue. I am no longer a rider on a Downbound Train. I was Born To Run in the Badlands and I do have a Hungry Heart, I can Dance In The Dark because, I was Born in the USA. My Hometown, I long for, but know that with such a Brilliant Disguise, will get me nowhere, only with a Human Touch.
I have walked the Streets of Philadelphia and got to some Secret Garden, I have seen a City in Ruins.
I do meet people at Marys' Place, where we have a party.
But most of all I await for the Rising. I await for Paradise.
Rebel Girl - Joe Hill
There are women of many descriptions
In this queer world as everyone knows
Some living in mansions
And wearing the finest clothes
There are blue-blooded queens and princesses
Who charms made of diamonds and pearl
But the only and thoroughbred lady, is the
Rebel Girl
That's the Rebel Girl, the Rebel Girl
To the working class
She's a precious pearl
She brings courage, pride and joy
To the fighting Rebel Boy
We've had girls before but we need some more
In the Industrial Workers of the World
For it's great to fight for freedom
With the Rebel Girl
Yes, her hands may be hardened from labor
And her dress may not be fine
But a heart in her bosom is beating
That is true to her class and her kind
And the grafters in terror are trembling
When her spite and defiance hurl
For the only and thoroughbred lady, is the
Rebel Girl
Union Fights The Battle Of Freedom
Anonymus, Chicago - 1938
Chorus:
The Union fights the Battle of Freedom
Freedom, Freedom
The Union fights the Battle of Freedom
And the bosses come tumbling down
~~~
Good morning, brother worker
O tell me where you're bound
O tell me what you're striking for
And tell me what you've found
We're fighting for a contract,
For recognition too.
We know will win that contract,
With proper help from you.
We find the public's with us,
We find they're on our side.
We hear a mighty chorus,
That fills our hearts with pride.
We've told you all our story,
We've told you where we stand.
You can help us win the glory,
For our striking Union band.
Thanks YBTW, I'm not familiar with too many labour songs, I guess that's about to change.
Union Maid
Woody Guthrie
1961
There once was a union maid
She never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks
And the deputy sheriffs who made the raid
She went to the union hall
When a meeting it was called
And when the company boys came round
She always stood her ground
Chorus
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union
I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union
I'm sticking to the union till the day I die
This union maid was wise
To the tricks of company spies
She couldn't be fooled by a company stool
She'd always organize the guys
She'd always get her way
When she struck for higher pay
She'd show her card to the National Guard
And this is what she'd say
You girls who want to be free
Just take a tip from me
Get you a man who's a union man
And join the Ladies Auxillary
Married life ain't hard
When you've got a union card
And a union man has a happy life
When he's got a union wife
Updated verse from the 1980's
You women who want to be free
Just take a little tip from me
Break out of that mold we've all been sold
You got a fighting history
The fight for women's rights
With workers must unite
Like Mother Jones, bestir them bones
To the front of every fight
Christmas In Prison - John Prine
It was christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
And I dream of her always
Even when I don't dream
Her name's on my tongue
And her blood's in my strength
Wait awhile eternity
Old Mother Natures' got nothing on me
Come to me, run to me ~
We're rollin', we're flowin'
my sweetheart,
by God
Chorus
She reminds me of a chess game
With someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
After a prairie fire
Her heart is a big as this whole
god dam jail
And she is sweeter than saccharine
At a drug store sale
Chorus
The search light in the big yard
Swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes
Like the dust in the sun
It's Christmas in prison
There'll be music tonight
I'll probably get homesick
I love you, Goodnight
Here's a tune for all those biz unionist big shots deliberating about whether or not to respond to a letter or email from some dissatisfied member:
Pretty Vacant
The Sex Pistols
Never Mind the Bollocks Here's the Sex Pistols (1977)
There's no point in asking
you'll get no reply.
Oh just remember
I don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find us
out to lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
a-vacant
Don't ask us to attend
'cos we're not all there.
Oh don't pretend 'cos I don't care
I don't believe illusions 'cos too much is real
So stop your cheap comment
'cos we know what we feel
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
a-vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
Ah but now
and we don't care
There's no point in asking
you'll get no reply.
Oh just remember
I don't decide
I got no reason it's all too much
You'll always find us
out to lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
a-vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty
Ah but now
and we don't care
We're pretty a-pretty vacant
we don't care
amnesia
it was a dark and stormy night and the ship was rockin' on the open sea
tossing and turning and rolling in our bunks the first mate the bosun and me
from bristol to the ivory coast then on to jamaica
down in the hold there is no sound we're taking rock n' roll to america
bless my soul what's wrong with me i forgot to forget to remember
the king of england waits in exile in the crack fields of bolivia
burning white house shining path back to reconquer americay
eric burdon stunned in mississippi on the animal's u.s. tour
mardi gras indian segregation 1964
up the river wah wah throbbing heavy artillary
blackface painted floodlit jungle gringo military
any old army high on drugs fighting that rock n' roll war
truth justice and led zepplin heavy metal marine corps...
When The Coal Blew Away
Do you know how heavy the winds blow here?
His smile was rising from ear to ear
The old miner sat back, he'd a story that day
About the time on the coast when the coal blew away
All the mines around Bulli and further away
Were being worked each week for only two to three days
Just enough to stop them from getting the dole
While the mine-owners secretly stockpiled the coal
Chorus
The winds were so heavy on the coast that day
The winds were so heavy that the coal blew away!
So the miners formed a strong picket line
To try and stop the coal from leaving the mine
From Sydney they trucked in the scabs each day
With police on guard to keep the miners at bay
With scabs loading coal by the railway track
The miners stepped forward, the mood blacker than black
The sergeant stood between them with a gun and a sneer
I'll shoot the first Commie who tries to interfere!
chorus
A fifty ton load was sent on its way
Scheduled for Sydney the very next day
The miners withdrew, full of anger, despair
No victory this time, no hope in the air
The train slowed down just near Waterfall
The guard heard laughter and this is what he saw
From a wagon some miners jumped onto the track
With shovels, grins, and faces smeared black
chorus
With his lantern he searched up and down the train
No coal could be seen, he searched in vain
And the headlines in the paper read the very next day
The winds were so heavy, the coal blew away!
Now as you listen to my story today
You might think it strange that coal could blow away
But the miners with their shovels in the wagon that night
Swear it is true and I reckon they're right
chorus
Notes:
A true story about a union victory in the Illawarra that occurred in September 1938 at the Old Corn Beef Mine. After the scabs had loaded the coal, 8 miners stowed away on the train and spent the next couple of hours shovelling out the scab coal onto the track as the train headed north to Sydney. The next day, when the police investigated, the Miners Federation explained to them that they knew nothing about the missing coal. By way of explanation, the union suggested that it could have been the heavy winds that had blow the night before! The "Bulli Times" ran a headline: "The Coal That Blew Away". By the way, after the coal had been shovelled off the train by the stowaway miners, the Detective-Sergeant raced down to Thirroul the next day to interview the miners. An astute fellow, he visited Arthur McDonald, one of the miners. "Don't insult my intelligence," said the poiceman, "by trying to make me believe that the bloody wind on the South Coast blew all that coal away. We think you bastards did it."
Coo(a)l story! Where there's a will ... there's a brother.
Many brothers, Blood Brothers
Brothers who are "doctors, lawyers, and indian chiefs" - all of which may have to soon "go on relief". The "bank took away their diplomas"
Many sisters - cannot forget them. They are in the kitchen, running their ass off to cook some bird called a turkey that may do some popcorn affair on them ~
Joyeux Noel (French)
Yukpa, Nitak Hollo Chito (Choctaw)
Merry Christmas (have no politically correctness here)
And Pigs Might Fly
(author not known)
It was crisis day in the parliament
The house was hushed and still.
A member rose with a question,
"Are we doomed to go downhill?"
"I am confident of an upturn",
The PM made reply.
"If workers pay is held at bay,
We'll all be home and dry."
"How true, how true", cried the workers.
"Let's end this wicked strike.
We don't want a raise in wages,
They can stick it where they like."
"Thank God, Thank God, sobbed the bosses.
"There's faith on the factory floor.
And now we've got this extra lot
We'll give it to the poor."
They filled their pockets with money
And ran with eager feet
Pressing their surplus profits
On the people in the street.
They moved among the dole queues
And boarded every bus
With streaming eyes and heartfelt cries
"You need it more than us".
Soon all the people prospered
And the devil became a saint
Now the sober unions
Had exercised restraint.
The cities were filled with singing
And the sound of laughter spread
As hand took hand in the golden land
and pigs flew overhead.
Youngstown
~Bruce Springteen~
"we gave our sons Korean and Vietman-now we are wondering what they were dying for ~ here in Youngstown"...
...seven hundred tons of metal a day, sir, you tell me the new world has changed, once I made you rich enough, rich enough to forget my name..."
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Which Side Are You On?
~Florence Reece~ 1930?
Come all of you good workers
Good news to you I'll tell
Of how the good old union
Come in here to dwell
Refrain:
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
They say in Harlan County
There are no neutrals there
You either work with the union
Or be a thug for J.H. Blair (refrain)
Don't scab for the bosses
Don't listen to their lies
Poor folks ain't got a chance
Unless they organize (refrain)
Oh, workers can you stand it?
Tell me how you can
Will you be a lousy scab,
Or will you be a man? (refrain)
My daddy was a miner
And I'm a miner's son
I'll stick to the union
Til every battle's won (refrain)
Hey, YBTW, great tunes, but sounds like your signing alone. Actually, we've had this debate before...not enough interaction on line. So, lets see if we can dispel the myth. Here's the opening verse of a song (no name, too easy then). Let's see if we can't harmonize, and have others fill in the chorus and the next two verses. No more than one per customer, thank you very much:
Listen children to my story that was written long ago
Bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley deep below.
On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone
And the valley people swore they'ed have it for their very own.
Chorus next please.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend, do it in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end. There wont be any trumpets blowing, come the judgment day. On the bloody morning after, One Tin Soldier rides away.
Praise Boss
Praise Boss when morning workbells chime /
praise Him for bits of overtime /
praise Him whose wars we love to fight /
praise him fat leech and parasite /
ahhh-mennnn
By the way Utah Phillips will be in Vancouver Feb 6th. He getting pretty old so this may be the last time you get to see him.
Edit: Utah info
Why thank you, Bill - geez, I thought I might be 'signing' one of those 'blank' checks...then, I realized 'singing' - the spirit lifted me, and giggles set in.
Very good idea!
Another suggestion, a song/lyric could be posted and you let the folks fill in the blanks - wouldn't that be interesting!
I also realize some of the songs/lyrics I have posted are from several generations ago. They are posted to make readers understand and realize that work boots/hard hats, etc. were not always there like they are today...these, were fought hard by our elder brothers.
Take the microphone, Bill - I'll do the harmony 
I think its a great idea YBTW, no not me singing, least wise alone. I did learn this years ago: labor songs should be sung loud, in groups, and off key is perfectly okay. Changing the words is problematic though Blackcat, and i think the authors Dennis Lambert and Brian Potter had a better ending than yours did. So before we break out in yet another song, lets finish the last two verses of this one. Who's got the remaining somber message from One Tin Soldier.
Before one of you right brainers tell me the obvious, this isn't a labor song, i'll say it. For those of you who like/love labor songs, the best CD out there is Carry It ON-Songs Of America's Working People. By Pete Seeger, Jane Sapp and Si Kahn. It's a real bargain, with 21 tracks, most of them old time favorites.
Now, who's got the last two verses?
So the people of the valley, sent a message up the hill, asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill. Came an answer, from the kingdom, with our brothers, we will share, all the secrets, of our mountain, all the riches buried there.
Now the valley, cried with anger, mount your horses, draw your swords, and they killed the, mountain people. So they won their just rewards. Now they stand, beside the treasure, on the mountain, dark and red. Turned the stone, and looked beneath it... "Peace on earth" was all it said.
Again, chorus everyone!
(p.s. I'll harmonize with the descant! 
)
Nice job Sophie, and you tried to pass yourself off as a neophyte. Just goes to show you, anyone can become a leader in the movement, you gotta show up and speak up. Just don't let it go to your head.
Well - another first for MFD - you readers fill in blanks!
~~
It's is a long time since I saw you last
Did you ever get to buy that
___________________________
Do the _____________in your ____________
Still ____________when you walk in_________
~~
Interaction - you got it! Let's hear your lyrics
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posted by <yankeebythewater>:
Well - another first for MFD - you readers fill in blanks!
~~
It's is a long time since I saw you last
Did you ever get to buy that
"YELLOW COAT"
Do the "FLOWERS" in your "WINDOW BOX"
Still "SMILE" when you walk in "DID YOU READ THE LETTERS THAT I WROTE?"
Sorry dude, can't help it - I love music!
(And I play in a folk band: Dylan-inspired, but Steve Goodman ain't no chopped liver )
Can I post one? If I start with the chorus, it would be a gimme, soooo:
* One look and I yelled "Timber"
"Watch out for flying glass" *
Mind my own business? I'm trying to mind OUR business! That's why I'm here!
Cool it is...someone gets the song immediately. I was trying to say...don't get the song...fill in your words as in...
It's a long time since I saw you last...
Did you ever get to buy
THAT BIG MANSION
Do the PENNIES in your POCKET
Still JINGLE when you walk in....
...Perhaps, like in most union halls,
Have you heard a single word I've said...
Steve Goodman, right, he is no chopped liver (RIP).
And now - ladies and gentlemen - it is my great pleasure to introduce ~
Leader Of The Pack
One day my Dad said find ____________
I had to tell my Jimmy we're __________
He stood there and asked me __________
But all I could do was ________________
And that's when I fell for ______________
Go For It! Please fill in the blanks. There is a winner and it is you!
quote:
Leader Of The Pack
One day my Dad said find ____________
I had to tell my Jimmy we're __________
He stood there and asked me __________
But all I could do was ________________
And that's when I fell for ______________
Geez YBTW, Leader Of The Pack...most people on this site weren't born when that song was out. Lemme go watch a little Dick Clarks American Bandstand, and i'll get back at ya.
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Lemme go watch a little Dick Clarks American Bandstand, and i'll get back at ya
Or ... you could just do an internet search. Who's Dick Clark?
Little Rosa
Little Rosa was her name,
And still I cry in vain.
My world won't be the same
Since she's gone from me.
I had gone to visit the grave of a friend of mine
And as I walked through the graveyard
I noticed this man kneeling down by the grave of a child,
And in his hand he held a big red rose
and tears were streaming down his cheeks.
So I walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder
and started to talk to him.
And during the course of our conversation and in his broken English
this is the story just as he told it to me.
He said, "Mister, I'm a-walkin down the street today
and I passed by a big flower shop.
I walk in and I ask the man in the shop,
I say, "Boss, how much for one red rose?"
And he look at me with one big frown
and he says, 'I want a dollar, please.'
But then by and by a swell-dressed blond young lady walk in
and she says, 'How much for one red rose?'
And he look at her with one big smile and says, 'Ten cents.'
Then I said, 'Boss, how come you charge me a dollar for the rose
and charge the young lady only ten cents?'
And he says, 'Look, mister, you tell me why you want the rose
and maybe I'll give it to you for nothing.'
"Then I said, 'Boss, I'm a hard-working man,
Working the railroad don't make too much a month
And I got a little girl and her name is Rosa.
Rosa's just about this high, boss,
Every day when I come home from work
Little Rosa come a-running to me, to Papa,
And she throw her little arms around my neck
and say 'Papa' and I say 'Rosa.'
But one day, boss, I come home from work and I don't see Rosa
I look down by the railroad track and I see one big crowd.
I go down and I push the crowd this-away and I push the crowd that-away,
and there at my feet lay my Rosa.
And that's why I want the rose, boss.
I wanta put it on Little Rosa's grave."
The man he don't say nothing,
but he pick the biggest and the reddest rose
And he give it to me.
And I said, "Thank you, boss! Thank you very much!"
And though she's gone, you see,
She's still the world to me.
To me she'll always be
That little girl of mine.
Yep, I knew I would post much 'older' music than is out there today. Geez, sorry, I don't listen to the top 40 of Billboard magazine, I sometimes listen to country, primarily if something rings true, then it does moment of my time.
So I will try again - I will harmonize with Bill...are you there....
Born down in a dead mans' town
The first hit I took was when I hit the ground
Can I get any easier than this? If not, yikes, I am really, really old.
Ba'oui, I know da song. But, I'm Canadian, eh!
Yes, I was born in Canada, too - but I do not know French.
Take the microphone, Sophie, but please, don't take me into the disco era. Play, anything but some suck thing like abba. BP - you there, can you get into the harmony - the mike is there for anyone....
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Born down in a dead mans' town
The first hit I took was when I hit the ground
Just can't get in the singing mood tonite YBTW, but after reading them there lyrics, i can tell you Elvis was one of my favorite artists.
OOps, now the boss is gonna be really mad.
By the way, did anyone see the HBO special with those ungodly old stones jumping around like they were 22...strange stuff if ya ask me.
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Play, anything but some suck thing like abba
Meant to ask you, what was wrong with ABBA, you got a problem with Swedes?
No problem with any nationality. Hey, we are sitting here listening to Abba tonight! It is just not my first choice of music. That is all there is...
So if that is all there is, my friend, then lets keep dancing,......
Well, I can see there is entirely no representation from below the Mason-Dixon Line, so here are a few lyrics for y'all to ponder!
quote:
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
Sorry YBTW, cause i know this ain't what you were looking for. The album Carry It On has a cut at the end. It's Solidaity Forever, and its vintage Pete Seeger. The strength of it thou is really embedded in the introduction by Jane Sapp. She is a black woman with the voice of an angel and the power of a god (small g intended). Her words draw you in and open you up for Seegers gruff rendition of the labor movements fight song (is there any left in us?). So, without further ado, Jane Sapp.
Mine eyes have seen injustice, in every city town and state.
Your jails are filled with black men and your streets are filled with hate.
And with every bid for freedom, someone whispers to us wait.
Thats why we keep moving on.
(Chorus)
Move on over or we'll move all over you.
Move on over or we'll move all over you.
Move on over or we'll move all over you,
for the movements moving on.
It is we that wash the dishes, scrub the floors and chase the dirt.
Feed the kids and send them off to school, and then we go to work.
Then we work for lower wages, with a boss that likes to flirt,
We will make our Union strong.
Then Pete starts singing Solidarity Forever with Jane doing the chorus...there is no better piece of music when it comes to inspiration. Days when i get down, i get in my car and crank this as high as i can, gets the juices flowing and helps keep me believing there is hope, and it's in each of us.
Perhaps not intended as a union tune, it's got some pretty outstanding elements nonetheless!
"Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?"
quote:
posted by licatsplit:
Well, I can see there is entirely no representation from below the Mason-Dixon Line, so here are a few lyrics for y'all to ponder!quote:
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself
Follow your heart and nothing else
Words to truly live by.
The Rising - Bruce Springsteen
Can't see nothing in front of me
Can't see nothing coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my back's a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile line
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising, tonight
Left the house the morning
Bells ringing filled the air
I was wearin' the cross of my callin'
On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here
Chorus ~ Come on up for the rising ~
There's spirits above and behind me
Faces gone black, eyes burnin' bright
May their precious blood bind me
Lord, as I stand before your fiery light
Chorus - la, la, la, la, ~
I see you Mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancin' in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin' on the end of my line
Sky of blackness and sorrow
(a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears
(a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness
(a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear
(a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow
(a dream of life)
Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life
Come On Up, For The Rising
Come On Up, lay your hands in mine
~Today the Canadian Tour For Bruce Springsteen was announced - as follows:
April 11th Vancouver, British Columbia
April 13th Calgary, Alberta
April 14th Edmonton, Alberta
April 18th Ottawa, Ontario
April 19th Montreal, Ontario
If you get the chance, Canadians - go for it!
Water To The Trenches
Born in eighteen hundred and ninety nine
You lived to the great old age of a hundred and three
As a boy you went to war on a godforsaken shore
To shoot at christ knows who at Gallipoli
In sight on the Turkish lines, in range of the guns you climbed
To carry water to the trenches every day
You made it through, you were one of the lucky ones
Came home with a bellyfull of rage
You joined a railway gang, became a Union Man
And fought for decent hours and a living wage
You stood for the working man, took the Union stand
And carried water to the trenches every day
Chorus -
Water to the trenches X3
Every day
They buried you with all the pomp and splendor
And talked about those few weeks of your life
No one made the point that the battle that you joined
Was bigger far than some colonial strife
How easy they forget that once they called you Red
As you carried water to the trenches all your life
What I've been wondering for a long time now, is when is one of our talented contributors going to produce a song about our MFD reform journey?
Well, hell - I can barely produce a radish let alone produce a song ~
I always show up late for these gigs but here's the rest of this Springsteen tune which YBTW posted a couple of lines from a few days ago.
Following that is what I think is my all time favorite Boss tune (Jungleland is a pretty close second though).
quote:
Born down in a dead mans' town
The first hit I took was when I hit the ground
BORN IN THE U.S.A.
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "Son, don't you understand"
I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.
Lost in the Flood
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint
Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
Or was he just lost in the flood?
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
and Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
but he gets blown right off his feet
And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
Still breathing when I walked away
And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
...we gave our sons a career in Vietnam...
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darlin' do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darlin' do not cry
And I will sing a lullabye
~~~
Lennon/McCartney
COUNTIN' ON A MIRACLE
Bruce Springsteen - The Rising
It's a fairytale so tragic
There's no prince to break the spell
I don't believe in magic
But for you, I will, for you, I will
If I'm a fool, I'll be a fool
Darlin' for you
I'm countin' on a miracle
Baby I'm countin' on a miracle
Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle
To come through
There ain't no storybook story
There's no never-ending song
Our happily ever after Darlins'
Forever come and gone
I'm movin' on
If I'm gonna believe
I'll put my faith
Darlin' in you
Chorus
Sleeping beauty awakes from her dream
With her lover's kiss on her lips
Your kiss was taken from me
Now all I have in this...
Your kiss, your kiss
Your touch, your touch
Your heart, your heart
Your strength, your strength
Your hope, your hope
Your faith, your faith
Your face, your face
Your love, your love
Your dream, your dream
Your life, your life
I'm runnin' through the forest
With the wolf at my heels
My king is lost at midnight
When the tower bells peel
We've got no fairytale ending
In god's hands our fate is complete
Your heaven's here in my heart
Our love's this dust beneath my feet
Just this dust beneath my feet
If I'm gonna live I'll lift my life
Darlin' to you
Chorus
Some of us are still singing with you YBTW, just can't hear us.
Oh, forgot to mention in past posts. I have limited hearing capabilites, (thank god for the internet, you do not have to hear too much bs, only read it). However, my hearing of union songs and songs of what I believe in, ring loud and clear. I am glad people here do appreciate. Sing with my Siggy, sing!
Perhaps some that opt not to hear may suffer from the bs effect and that is playing havoc with their hearing system or some other system. A q-tip may help some ~ something else may have to help others.
Sung to the tune of "If you're happy and you know it":
If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are frisky,
Pakistan is looking shifty,
North Korea is too risky,
Bomb Iraq.
If we have no allies with us, bomb Iraq.
If we think someone has dished us, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections,
Let's look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.
It's "pre-emptive non-aggression", bomb Iraq.
Let's prevent this mass destruction, bomb Iraq.
They've got weapons we can't see,
And that's good enough for me
'Cos it's all the proof I need
Bomb Iraq.
If you never were elected, bomb Iraq.
If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq.
If you think Saddam's gone mad,
With the weapons that he had,
(And he tried to kill your dad),
Bomb Iraq.
If your corporate fraud is growin', bomb Iraq.
If your ties to it are showin', bomb Iraq.
If your politics are sleazy,
And hiding that ain't easy,
And your manhood's getting queasy,
Bomb Iraq.
Fall in line and follow orders, bomb Iraq.
For our might knows not our borders, bomb Iraq.
Disagree? We'll call it treason,
Let's make war not love this season,
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.
(Source: http://www.workingforchange.com/article.cfm?itemid=14501)
quote:
If You're Happy And You Know It Bomb Iraq
by John Robbins
It's not really funny but when it's as ridiculous as war for nothing, then it has to be funny or we'd all not want to get up in the morning.
Music changes and i like the directness of your post sophie. I said this is one of my favorites, so here are the lyrics. I know, it dates me, but someone has to:
He blesses the boys as they stand in life
The smell of gun grease and their bayonets they shine
He's here to help them all that he can
To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man.
Sky pilot, sky pilot, how high can you fly
You'll never never never reach the sky.
He smiles at the young soldiers
Tells them it's all right
He knows of their fears in the forthcoming fight
Soon there'll be blood and many will die
Mother and fathers back home they will cry.
Sky pilot, sky pilot, how high can you fly
You'll never never never reach the sky.
He humbles a prayer and it ends with a smile
The order is given they move down the line
But hell stay behind and he'll meditate
But it won't stop to bleeding or is the hate.
As the young men move out into the battle zone
He feels good with god you're never alone
He feels so tired and he lays on his bed
Hopes the men will find courage
In the words that he's said.
Sky pilot, sky pilot, how high can you fly
You'll never never never reach the sky.
You're soldiers of god you must understand
The fate of your country is in your young hands
May god give you strength do your job really well
If it all was worth in only time it will tell.
In the morning they returned with tears in their eyes
The stench of death drifts up to the skies
A young soldier so it looks at the sky bright
Remember the words thou shalt not kill.
Here's the lyrics from the third verse of a song i really like. Anyone know the artist, title and the rest of the words?
Well I can't help but wonder now, Willie McBride
Do all those who lie here know just why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
Did you really believe this war would end all wars?
But the suffering the sorrow the glory the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain
For William McBride it's all happened again
And again and again and again and again.
No Man's Land
Eric Bogle
~Peter, Paul, & Mary~
Well how do you do Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916
And I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or William McBride was it slow and obscene?
Chorus
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they sound the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the "Flowers o'the Forest"?
Well the sun it shines now on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished now under the plow
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns fire now
For here in this graveyard it's still no man's land
And the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation who butchered and damned
Nice catch YBT, the rendition by PPandM is joyful, powerful amd haunting. The sweetness of the melody coupled with the power of the words is overwhelmingly beautiful. Gotta believe there is something better than war and killing one another.
quote:
He blesses the boys as they stand in life
The smell of gun grease and their bayonets they shine
He's here to help them all that he can
To make them feel wanted he's a good holy man.
Sky pilot, sky pilot, how high can you fly
You'll never never never reach the sky...
Hey BP, I think that's Sky Pilot by Eric Burdon and the Animals, released in 1968. . It's one of the first tunes I remember hearing in my childhood that made an impression on me. (I'm not boasting but I was only 8 in 1968.) The next one was by Jimi Hendrix...
This is one of six verses in a song written in the early 1960's in the basement of the Purple Onion coffeehouse in Toronto. Title/Writer/and the rest of the lyrics...
It's about individual responsibility for war and how the old feudal thinking kills us all.
~~~
And he's fighting for Democracy
and he fighting for the Reds
He says it's for the peace of all
He's the one who must decide
who's to live and who's to die
and he never sees the writing on the walls
~~~
That's the Universal Soldier by Buffy St. Marie.
quote:
He's five foot two
and he's six feet four.
He fights with missiles
and with spears.
He's all of thirty one
and he's only seventeen.
He's been a soldier
for a thousand years.
He's a catholic, a Hindu,
an atheist, a Jain.
A buddhist
and a baptist and a jew
And he knows he shouldn't kill
and he knows he always will,
Kill you for me, my friend,
and me for you.
And he's fighting for Canada,
he's fighting for France.
He's fighting for the USA.
And he's fighting
for the Russians,
and he's fighting for Japan.
And he thinks we'll put
an end to war this way.
And he's fighting for democracy,
he's fighting for the reds.
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide
who's to live and who's to die
and he never sees the writing on the wall.
But without him how would
Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone.
He's the one who gives his body
as a weapon of the war
and without him all this killing can't go on.
He's the universal soldier
and he really is to blame.
His orders come from far away no more.
They come from here and there
and you and me.
And brothers, can't you see,
this is not the way we put the end to war.
Ace!
It crossed my mind someone may have thought this was Donovan who wrote Universal Soldier as he had quite a hit in 1965 with it.
Being your post RV is from Toronto - can I safely assume the Purple Onion has now gone the way of the dodo bird and Purple Haze?
The Iraqi War Song
(or Feel Like I'm Smelling a Rat Rag)
A song by Country Bumpkin and the Hogs
Give me an S!
S!
Give me a C!
C!
Give me an A!
A!
Give me an M!
M!
What's that spell?
Scam!
What's that spell?
Scam!
What's that spell?
Scam!
Come on all of you dumbed down men,
that son of a Bush needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrorist jam,
when daddy sent chemicals off to old Saddam.
So roll up your sleeves for vaccines in your arm,
they don't tell you that they're doin' you harm.
And its one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Most know it's the same old scam,
next stop is old Baghdad.
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates.
Well, we've got no mind to question why
whoopee, we're all gonna die
Now prepare yourselves generals for the big blast,
India and Pakistan are heating up fast.
Why you should go out and kill Afghans is
cause the only good Taliban is one that's dead.
They say that global peace can only be won,
when they blast us all to kindom come.
And its' one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
The clueless just don't give a damn,
where the hell is Pakistan?
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
With Prosac minds we don't care to know why,
whoopee, we're all gonna die.
Now come on Wall Street don't be slow,
why man this is war so go, go, go.
There's plenty of big fortunes to be made,
by supplying the chinese with tools of the trade.
Just hope and pray that if they start the bombing,
they'll drop them on Osama bin Laden.
And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
Most know it's the same old scam,
Wag the dog at ol' Saddam.
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates.
Well we've got no time to wonder why,
whoopee, we're all gonna die.
So come on all you mothers throughout the land,
pack your boys off to old Baghdad.
Come on you fathers don't hesitate,
send your girls too before their wedding date.
Be the first ones on the block to have your kids come home in a box.
And it is one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
The clueless just don't give a damn,
about the oil in Afghanistan.
And it five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates.
Well, Rockefeller says the population's too high
and half of us need to die.
Some come on all you dumbed down men,
the son of a Bush needs your help again.
He's got us in a terrible jam,
ousting daddy's partner old Saddam.
So don't roll up sleeves for any shots in your arm,
It's just smarter to stay on the farm.
That's all
Don't you know it's a SCAM?
Adapted from Vietnam War Song
(or Feel Like I'm Fixin' to Die Rag)
by Country Joe & the Fish
~ Another Version ~
Iraqi War Song
Well c'mon Georgie, lets move fast,
your big chance has come at last.
Ya gotta go out an get Hussein,
He's been driving you and your father insane.
So be the first in your family,
to bag Baghdad for your Dad!
And it's one two, three
What'r we fightin' for
Don't ask me I don't give a damn
Next stop will be Baghdad
And it's five, six, seven
Open up the pearly gates
Be the first one on your block
To get a body bag from Iraq
Well come on oil men get in line
This goes right to the bottom line
Forget Enron and Kenny Lay
Georgie Junior will make your day
Just one thing of which we're certain
It's a great day for Halliburton
C'mon cowboys grab your guns
We're all set to have some fun
This economy really sucks
Let's spend a few hundred billion bucks
Find a WMD today
And stick it in your 401(k)
While the Shrub is fighting with Iraq
North Korea stabs him in the back
Says hey Junior we got a nuke
Now Georgie boy is like to puke
Best way to fight the Evil Axis
Is to go and lower taxes
Those are totally amazing YBTW! Country Joe and the Fish must be wondering how it is that we are into the same crap 40 years later.
BTW, the Purple Onion disappeared sometime in the 70's. The whole neighbourhood is an upscale shopping district now.
You know, funny thing, I don't think for a moment Country Joe and the Fish are wondering about themselves...they are now wondering what is going to happen to their grandchildren. Yep, 40 years later, we are still making the same dam mistakes and there is no where in sight that people have been educated enough to understand that war does not solve problems, it creates them.
But eh, I will keep singing and posting my songs with hope that some ray of sunshine with this, will brighten the people who are reading - Song For The Week.
If anyone can help with the words to this song, I would really appreciate it...couldn't never figure them all out...
It was written by Redbone.
I believe this maybe the second verse....
Dime or nickle, anyone could buy voodoo of any kind
She had potions and lotions, herbs and tanna leaves
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Early one mornin' into mucky swamp dew
Vanished Marie with hate in her eyes
Tho' she'll never return all the Cajuns knew
A witch queen never dies
~If, in fact - it is 'Marie' - can someone tell me - what does this mean ~
"Marie, Marie La 'Voodoo' Veau" or "gris gris".
Long way off from any union song that YBTW would post - but eh, divertimento...
Hard Miles
Phil Cohen
The organizing trail is a hard life my friend
You stand at the gate in the rain and the wind
And the scabs walk by and they threaten your life
From the first of the morning 'till late in the night
From the first of the morning 'till late in the night
I've been many hard miles but one thing I know
There's towns with a union where there was none before
There's towns with a union where there was none before
You knock on the door of the folks where they live
To see if support for the union they'll give
And you're so far from home and you're too tired to stand
Yet you walk that line with a sign in your hand
Yet you walk that line with a sign in your hand
I've been many hard miles but one thing is clear
There's folks standing tall who once lived in fear
There's folks standing tall who once lived in fear
There's many a fool on the company side
Any many a good man who just works the line
And many good people get brought to their knees
And many a promise gets lost in the breeze
And many a promise gets lost in the breeze
I've been many hard miles but one thing I'll swear
The union is a light in the face of despair
The union is a light in the face of despair
The union is a light in the face of despair
quote:
"Marie, Marie La 'Voodoo' Veau" or "gris gris".
Hard to say without the context, but veau is veal, and the expression "gris, gris" (at least in my neck of the woods) usually means something that's not all black & white (ie. in the grey area). It can also mean something very dark and sinister.
quote:
but eh, divertimento...
Ah, Mozart. He wrote 3 of them.
The biz unionists tell us that the union is a family, that the labour movement is a "house". For that reason, this Eminem tune is highly relevant. It's about dysfunctional families, how we feel about them and why it's important that we're able to talk about it:
Cleanin' out my closet
Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demostrated against
Picket signs for my wickid rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the mother fucking kid that's behind
All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans exploding
Tempers flaring from parents just blow em off and keep going
Not taking nothing from no one, give em hell long as I'm breathing
Keep kicking ass in the morning, and taking names in the evening
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vineger in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now, I betcha prolly sick of me now
Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now
I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
One More Time
I said I'm sorry mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant make you cry
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet
Ha!
I got some skeletons in my closet
And I dont know if no one knows it
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it, I'll take you back to '73
Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD
I was a baby maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch
'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't, on second thought I just fucking wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I try to make it work
With her at least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes
But I'm only human but I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
Cause I'd of killed em, shit I would've shot Kim and him both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome ya'll to the Eminem show
Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissing
But put yourself in my position, just try to invision
Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing
Going through public housing systems, victim of munchausen syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?
But guess what, your getting older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that your phoney
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral *hahaha*
See what hurts me the most, is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch, do your song, keep telling yourself that you was a mom
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch, I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit!
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be
Yep, many families are dysfunctional. This should give you a good laugh...when I first heard of Eminem, I thought it was M&M...could it be the candy, the meat shop - no clue. I best not comment any further or the slek will come after me for not staying on thread ~
quote:
the slek will come after me for not staying on thread
Don't worry about sleK for awhile, I think he has bigger stuff to worry about.
RV that is one personal song and without a doubt it is extremely disturbing.
But the fact remains someone thought it and wrote it so it is.
The old way would be to label it, ignore it in hopes no-one else listens or reads or is influenced by it. That's the old way and the wrong way IMHO.
If anything points out the need for open and truthful discussion or getting our head out of the sand, it would have to be the words and feelings in Em&Ems painful, angry song.
The old way was to be able to afford an RCA and listen to all music...the old union songs - which in many ways for their time and place - are not different from what m&m writes about. He has sold billions - gone platinum - hell, even surpass the boss himself.
Today - cd's - the internet - communication is on the realm of a nova.
The important factor is that people are writing about issues that have affected them. Their lives, their stories are important to them, and to those of us who read and listen to them.
And, thanks ~ once again, MFD - does permit us to do that.
Good grief, if we don't get a new song here soon, it appears to me, sleK will somehow find the microphone
...Bill, Sophie, RV, lic - geez, sing with me somehow - Siggy - can you jump in with the harmony - duffbeer and unionnow - it is possible for you to do the 'da, da, da's and the oooh, oooh, ooohs. Scott M - jump in with the endless drumbeat -
It is clearly a time to rock and roll - for peace.
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Bill, Sophie, RV, lic - geez, sing with me somehow - Siggy - can you jump in with the harmony - duffbeer and unionnow - it is possible for you to do the 'da, da, da's and the oooh, oooh, ooohs. Scott M - jump in with the endless drumbeat -
I was wondering where north of Sweetgrass was.
eh, Sweetgrass - well, for normal folk, that would be the place to live, paradise ~ un-normal - well we are all stuck here waiting for the spaceship to come...and funny - a good friend of mine - studies the stars - venus and mars are alright tonight...
still watching what might occur on Jupiter and still awaiting for the microphone/wave affect from planet earth.
And to boost the rocket, sleK - yep - I have safely gone off your planet - I did not stick to the thread --these people follow me - what will you do now - can you get 'yankee by the water' back on track...
100 to 1 - you have a great song beneath the noisy enviroment you live in - let's hear it! 
Acrobat
by U2
Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see
If you just close your eyes
You can feel the enemy
When I first met you girl
You had fire in your soul
What happened t'your face
Of melting snow?
Now it looks like this!
And you can swallow
Or you can spit
You can throw it up
Or choke on it
And you can dream
So dream out loud
You know that your time is coming 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down
No, nothing makes sense
Nothing seems to fit
I know you'd hit out
If you only knew who to hit
And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah, I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
'Cos I need it now
To take the cup
To fill it up
To drink it slow
I can't let you go
And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And don't let the bastards grind you down
What are we going to do now it's all been said?
No new ideas in the house, and every book's been read.
And I must be
An acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And you can find
Your own way out
And you can build
And I can will
And you can call
I can't wait until
You can stash
And you can seize
In dreams begin
Responsibilities
And I can love
And I can love
And I know that the tide is turning 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down.
[Please plant tongue firmly in cheek before singing this little ditty by our own Prairie Boy, Neil Young.]
I'm proud to a union man
I make those meetings when I can, yeah
I pay my dues ahead of time
When the benefits come
I'm last in line, yeah.
I'm proud to be a union man.
Every fourth Friday at 10 am
There's a local meeting
of the A F of M, yeah!
This meeting will now come to order
Is there any new business?
Yeah, I think 'Live music are better'
Bumper stickers should be issued.
What was that?
'Live music is better' bumper stickers
Should be issued
The gentleman says
'Live music is better' bumper stickers
Should be issued
All in favor of what he said
Signify by sayin' "ay"
Ay!
If, however, you are opposed
Signify by saying "no".
I'm proud to be a union man.
No Blood For Oil
~Jim Lesses~
You burn the truth at midnight; The flames light up the sky.
You stand around and warm your hands, and watch our freedoms die.
You start your wars for Mammon; For capital and greed;
Start your wars for land and oil, and watch our children bleed.
Chorus
No blood for oil! No oil for your 'freedom',
Your freedom is worthless; When you pay with our lives.
No blood for oil! No oil for your 'freedom',
Your freedom is worthless; When you pay with our lives.
You shackle us with terror; You blind us all with fear.
And all the while you tear away, at all that we hold dear.
Turn neighbor against neighbor; Breed hate beneath the sun.
Smash our doors; start your wars, with bible and gun.
Chorus
Bridge
And all around the world, the calls for peace crash in like waves,
But you ignore our very cries, and send us to our graves.
North of Sweetgrass -
South is Bluegrass!
Here's a good tune from Springsteen. I totally love this line: "Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss. It's like eatin' caviar and dirt".
That has a lot of meaning for those of us who have seen the dirty inside of the oppressive system. Come to think of it, I used to listen to a lot of these tunes back then - just to keep from going nuts. Anyway, here's the tune:
quote:
BETTER DAYS
Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes tickin' away
Yeah, just sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin
While it was all just slippin' away.
I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come
Or that train to come roarin' 'round the bend
I got a new suit of clothes a pretty red rose
And a woman I can call my friend
These are better days baby
Yeah there's better days shining through
These are better days baby
Better days with a girl like you
Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss
It's like eatin' caviar and dirt
It's a sad funny ending to find yourself pretending
A rich man in a poor man's shirt
Now my ass was draggin' when from a passin' gypsy wagon
Your heart like a diamond shone
Tonight I'm layin' in your arms carvin' lucky charms
Out of these heard luck bones
These are better days baby
These are better days it's true
These are better days
There's better days shining through
Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure
Don't make much for tragedy
But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin
And can't stand the company
Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself
And turn his heart to stone
Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I'm comin' home
These are better days baby
There's better days shining through
These are better days
Better days with a girl like you
These are better days baby
These are better days it's true
These are better days
Better days are shining through
Is this music or what?
quote:
Sophie said:
As I'm sure is the case in most unions, everyone is willing to gripe and complain TO EACH OTHER (ie. amongst the members) about how crappy their union is (and these are amongst the members who actually care). But it only takes one to meet up with another one who is willing to put their (proverbial) money where their mouth is.
In our union (3500 members), we don't work together. Our territory covers the entire province of Québec and the majority of our members work as free-lance artists (no regular employment). Also, about 70% of us would be living at the poverty level if we didn't have other employment supplementing our first job (you won't find many musicians in the Fortune 500 club ) It's a corrupt union leader's dream - we never see each other and therefore, never talk to one another and we have no money to fight (in the legal arena).
In my personal experience, once it sunk in that I pay my union dues NOT simply to keep my job or to keep it safe, but to receive actual service, that the members were the boss of the administration (including the president) and not the other way around, the whole world shifted on its axis. Really, that knowledge was an epiphany.
And then I talked and talked and talked and talked and talked. And acted and acted and acted and acted. And found others who felt the same way as me. And they began talking and talking and acting and acting (writing letters, holding informal information meetings, etc.) We hammered away at the board of directors, at the president, at the parent union's president, demanding to be heard and demanding answers. We began to educate ourselves (and other members) about our own constitution (how many members bother to even get a copy, let alone spend the time to read it!). And we never backed down. Ever.
A few interesting lessons I learned: just 'coz the President says so, doesn't make it true. (important lesson!)
Another thing I learned is that the threat of legal action (or scary documents sent to you by registered mail or bailiff using very big words meant to intimidate you by the same person you send your cheque to!) is in many cases, just that - meant to intimidate. Or as Shakespeare so eloquently put it, "full of sound and fury, signifying nothing".
And one more - don't be shy to openly talk about your union, its management and your employers. What is all the secrecy about afterall?
"...In the name of honesty in the name of what is fair
You always answer my questions
but they don't always answer my prayers..."
~However, if you are attending a union meeting - the answers are filled with more questions and the prayers - well, perhaps we should all be praying at the chapel at the Diplomat Hotel - god, they have everything else there - I assume they have a chapel? We could pray and place our pennies in the pot, keep giving to the needy - or just continue to line?~
Name the writer - Name the song - In fact, get the year - yep, you might just receive that long time stardom you have been waiting for.
Don't have the icon here for a star.
All I can offer is to continue to check all the other forums and come on back for more...you will always see a star - lots of them here!
Never underestimate the power of Google!
Carly Simon
(We Have) No Secrets
Released: December 1972
Way to go Duffbeer - yep, never underestimate the power of Goggle nor the power of music!
International Cowboy
John Warner
written on 2003.02.03
We say No!
We'll not be your nightriders,
We say No!
Whatever you might have planned,
We say no! War is not the answer,
What part of our no don't you understand?
International cowboy,
Rogue state of the hour,
Dictating to us who we shall be,
Deaf to who we are.
Raging at the universe
Listening to none,
Spinning truth around your fingers
Like the sheriff's gun.
Axis of the evil,
Pivot point of war,
Poison, sickness, nuclear death,
From your rich mens' factories pour.
The little men with badges
Might join you in your game,
Our leaders do not speak for us
If they say "kill and maim".
We are the bushland flowers,
The stars in the desert sky,
Why should the men in grey decide
If we should live or die?
Nations will be nations,
However much you rage,
The world is not the USA
So make room on the stage
In September of 1979 a concert was held in Madison Square Gardens - a concert for a Non-Nuclear Future.
Performers included The Doobie Brothers, Jackson Browne, Bruce Springsteen, Ry Cooder, Poco, and several others.
Jesse Colin Young was another one of the performers....here is a verse from the song he sang.
Get Together
Love is but a song we sing
Fear is the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
When the bird is on the wing
And we may not know why
~~~
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
~This song would apply also to the 'world' as we have it today... We have to attempt to try for peace.
---peace sign---
I'm A Good Old Rebel
~Randolph~
Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that just what I am,
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give a dam!
I'm glad I fit against it, I only wish we'd won,
And I don't want no pardon for anything I done.
I hates the constitution, this great republic, too,
I hates the Freedman's Buro in uniforms of blue,
I hates the nasty eagle with all his brag and fuss, The lying, thieving Yankees, I hates 'em wuss and wuss!
I hates the Yankee nation and everything they do, I hates the declaration of independence, too,
I hates the 'glorious union', 'tis dripping with our blood,
I hates the striped banner, I fit it all I could.
I followed old Marse Robert for four years, near bout,
Got wounded in three places, and starved at P'int Lookout;
I cotched the 'roomatism' a campin' in the snow,
But I killed a chance o'Yankees, and I'd like to kill some mo'.
Three hundred thousand Yankees is stiff in Southern dust!
We got three hundred thousand before they conquered us.
They died of southern fever and southern steel and shot
I wish they was three million instead of what we got.
I can't take up my musket and fight 'em now no more,
But I ain't a gonna love 'em, now that is sarten sure;
And I don't want no pardon for what I was and am,
I won't be reconstructed, and I do not care a dam!
I won't be reconstructed! I'm better now than them,
And for a carpetbagger, I do not give a dam
So I'm off for the frontier, soon as I can go,
I'll prepare me a weapon and start for Mexico.
Loco Gringo's Lament
Ray Wylie Hubbard
A wild young cowboy out on the highway
A telecaster kid on the rockin' trade
Lost to the straight and narrow
To honky tonks and masquerades
Tempted by a thousand pleasures
Foolish comforts for the soul
A deadly shot in the mist of shadows
There ain't no signposts along this road
Chorus
It is such a sweet temptation
It is such a brief relief
It is such a false sensation
Why is that so hard to believe
Hiram Williams was in the back seat
Of a cadillac on New Years' Day
He closed his eyes and sang his last song
Mister Leon Payne's "the Lost Highway"
That same old song with the sad sweet ending
Is playing somewhere south of town
By a band of hard young rockers
Who never think they'll see the sun go down
A young angel sings in sorrow
For the broken hearted and betrayed
A last waltz for the wild young cowboys
Who never came back from the lost highway
An old diablo waits in silence
For the loco gringo young in years
He waits alone in heavens shadows
With a stolen horse and tequila tears
Now I wanna tell ya - of a great love - oh
It will light up
It will surely light up - darkened worlds
If you just believe...
Stoned Love
Oh yeah...
A love for each other will bring fighting to an end
Forgiving one another
Time after time doubt creeps in
But like the sun lights up the sky with a message from above
Oh yeah, I find no other greater symbol of love-mmmm, dont' you feel the wind blowin'(don't you feel the music playin')
Stoned Love
Oh yeah, I tell ya I ain't got no other...
Life is so short
Put the present time at hand
Awe- yeah--and if you're young at heart
Rise up and take your stand
And to the man
On whose shoulder
The world must depend
I pray for peace and love - amen
Oooh, can't ya feel it -
Stoned Love
If the war 'tween our nations pass - oh yeah
Will the love 'tween our brothers and sisters last?
On and on and on and on....
Don't you hear the music burnin'
Stoned Love
Oh yeah, I tell you I ain't got no other
Stoned Love
~The writer was?
~And who were the left over Supremes that sang it?
Reason To Believe (Part & Altered)
Bruce Springsteen
~Struck me kinda funny, seemed kind of funny sir to me
How at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe
Hey, won't you tell us tell us what does it mean
Still at the end of a hard weeks' pay, people just ain't got much for some reason to believe
Yep, tell us where can our union meeting be
It's bout a hundred miles away and and my chev truck just wants to be relieved
Just struck me kinda funny - how at the end of every hard earned day, people find some reason to believe.
The Mummers' Dance
Music and Lyrics - Loreena McKennitt
From the Recording "The Book Of Secrets"
When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Admist the lantern light
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring you garland gay
Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The songs of birds seems to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long pass their woodland days
And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in cirlces and in rows
And so they journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our lord's hand "
~ I have not religion, it is just a very nice song~
The Ghost of Tom Joad
Bruce Springsteen
Men walkin' long the railroad tracks
Goin' some place and there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the "NEW WORLD ORDER"
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the 'Promised Land'
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed, everybodys knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said, Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in air
Look for me Mom, my Mom, I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in my eyes, Mom, you'll see me
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sitttin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad
Smart Bombs, Dumb Politicians
Bruce Watson
Chorus:
We got smart bombs, and dumb politicians
Smart bombs and dumb politicians
Scattergun strategies deployed with precision
Smart bombs - and dumb politicians
~
We got taller buildings, but shorter tempers
We got more possessions, but less that's precious
We got wider freeways, but narrower vision
And 200 channels full of rubbish on our televisions
We've conquered outer space, but not the space within
We talk so much, we seldom listen
We got music everywhere we go, when what we need is silence
We got people making war to rid the world of violence
Chorus
We're information rich, but understanding poor
There's so much food, but more starving than ever before
We got rich kids who starve themselves for fashion We got more computers, but less compassion
We got bigger cities, but more who feel alone
We got fancy houses, but broken homes
We've got leaders who think you get peace by making war
Instead of surprise and wonder, we got shock and awe
Keep On Rockin' In The Free World
Neil Young
There's colors on the street
Red, white, and blue
People shufflin' their feet
People sleepin' in their shoes
But there's a warnin' sign
on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin'
we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan,
but I am to them
So I try to forget it
any way I can.
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
I see a woman in the night
with a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away,
and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life,
and what she's done to it
There's one more kid
that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love,
never get to be cool.
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand
We got department stores
and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes
for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people
says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn,
got roads to drive
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
I remember when I was a little girl
Our house caught on fire
I'll never forget the look on my fathers' face
As he gathered me up in his arms
And raced through the burning building...
onto the pavement
And I stood there, shivering in my pyjamas
And watched the whole world go up in flames
And when it was all over,
I said to myself..
Is that all there is to a fire?
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends then let's keep dancin'
Let's us break out......
...~Your turn~...
...let see how many will actually have their own lyrics to add this song...~
This Is A Perfect Moment
Painful Blessings
by Rob Brezsny
This is a perfect moment.
It's a perfect moment for many reasons, but especially because you and I are waking up from our sleepwalking, thumbsucking, dumbclucking collusion with the masters of illusion and destruction.
Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, We are waking up.
Their wars and tortures, their devils and borders, extinctions of species and brand new diseases, their spying and lying in the name of the father, sterlizing seeds and trademarking water, stealing our dreams and changing our names, their brillant commercials, their endless rehearsals for the end of the world.
Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, We are waking up.
Their painful blessings are cracking open holes in the sour and puckered mass hallucination mistakenly called reality.
News of the soul's true home is pouring in, inflitrating our increasingly lucid waking dreams.
Wild ripe juicy eternity is flooding in.
Our allies from the other side of the veil are swarming in.
We're waking up. And as heaven and Earth come together, as the dreamtime and daytime merge, as paradise and the underworld overlap we register the shockingly exhilarating fact that we are in charge --you and I are in charge-- of making a brand new world. Not in some distant time or faraway place, but right here and right now.
As we stand on this brink, as we dance on this verge, we can't let the ruling fools of the dying world sustain their curses. We have to rise up and fight their insane logic; defy and resist and prevent their tragic magic; unleash our sacred rage and let them feel it.
But overthrowing the living dead is not enough. Protesting the well-dressed monsters is not enough. We can't afford to be consumed with anger - can't be obsessed and possessed with complaint. Our sweet animal bodies need to feel rowdy blessings. Our amazing imaginations need to thrive on missions that incite our delight.
We need truths in their wild state, insurrectionary beauty that excites our curiosity, outrageous goodness that drives us to perform heroic acts of lusty compassion, ingenious love that endlessly transforms us, tricky freedom that is never permanent but must be reinvested and relcaimed every day, and a totally-serious-yet-always-laughing justice that schemes and dreams about how to dimish the suffering and increase the joy of every sentient being.
So I'm radically curious, my fellow creators; I'm seriously delirious; Since we are in charge of making a brand new world, where do we begin?
What truths in their wild state are we planning to plant at the heart of our creation? What stories will be our reminders? What questions will be our fuel?
Here's one for you; in the new world you will know through and through that life is crazily in love with you - life is wildly and innocently in love with you.
In the new world, you'll know beyond a doubt that thousands of secret helpers are angling to turn you into the gorgeous curiosity you were born to be.
But then here's the loaded question. The love that life eternally floods you with has not exactly been unrequited, but there's room for you to be more demonstrative. If life is wildly and innocently in love with you, are you prepared to start loving life back, the way it loves you?
In the new world, you will.
In the new world, you will reject paranoia with all of your smart heart. Instead, you will embrace pronoia, which is the opposite of paranoia. Pronoia is the sneaking suspicion that the whole living world is conspiring to shower you with rowdy blessings. Pronoia is the dawning perception that life is a conspiracy to liberate you from ignorance, and fill you with love, and make you brillantly soulful.
My fellow creators, I want you to know that I am allergic to dogma. I don't trust any idea that requires me to believe in it absolutely. There are very few things about which I am totally certain.
But I am absolutely certain the pronoia describes the way the world actually is. Pronoia is wetter than water, truer than the facts, and stronger than death. It smells like cedar smoke in the spring rain, and if you close your eyes right now, you can feel it shimmering in your soft warm animal body like the aurora borealis.
The sweet stuff that quenches all of your longing is not far away in some other time and place. It's right here and right now. Earth is crammed with heaven.
Piggies - George Harrison
Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in
Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in
In their styes with all their backing
They don't care what's going on around
In their eyes there's something lacking
What they need's a damn good whacking
Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching fork and knives to eat their bacon
Those are all such inspiring tunes ybtw - all of them. I am still working on my own addition to "Is that all there is?" - since you dared. It's too wierd right now so I have to tone it done and make it more mainstream.
I couldn't help but noticing your signature tune, Working Class Hero by John Lennon. That's sure worth posting:
quote:
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped wit religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
RV - glad you find the tunes inspiring; and I hope 'song for the week' reminds people that there is life out here. Anticipating your addition to 'is that all there is?'. . .
John Lennon - Working Class Hero - thanks for posting in full..every post does tell a story.
This song is from the United States 1937 hit musical revue "Pins and Needles" performed by rank and file members of the ILGWU (International Ladies Garment Workers Union); "Pins and Needles" was Broadway's longest-running show until "Oklahoma".
by Harold Rome (1937)
I'm tired of moon gons, of star and of June songs, They simply make me nap.
And ditties romantic drive me nearly frantic, I think they're all of of pap.
History's making, nations are quaking,
Why sing of stars above?
For while we are waiting father time's creating
New things to be singing of...
Sing me a song with social signficance
All other tunes are taboo.
I want a ditty with heat in it,
Appealing with feeling and meat in it.
Or you can sing till you're blue
Let meaning shine from every line
Or I won't love you.
Sing me of wars, sing me of breadlines
Tell me of front page news,
Sing me of strikes and last minute headlines
Dress your observations in syncopation.
Sing me a song with social significance,
There's nothing else that will do.
It must get hot with what is what
Or I won't love you.
Sing me a song with social significance,
All other tunes are taboo,
I want a song that's satirical,
And putting the mere into miracle.
Or you can sing till you're blue,
It must be packed with social fact
Or I won't love you
Sing me of crime and conferences martial,
Tell me of mills and of mines,
Sing me of courts that aren't impartial
What's to be done with 'em? Tell me in rhythm.
Sing me a song with social significance,
There's nothing else that will do.
It must be dense with common sense
Or I won't love you.
4th of July, (Sandy)
Bruce Springsteen
Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over little eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July
Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers, so fast, so shiny, so sharp
And the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore
Chasin' all the silly virgins by the shore
Sandy - the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey - Sandy - girl
Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty acrades bangin' them pleasure machines
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down of the south beach drag...I got on it last night and my shirt got caught...and they kept me spinnin' - I didn't think I'd ever get off..
Oh Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
Well he ain't my boss, no more, Sandy
Sandy, the angels have lost our desire for us
I spoke to 'em last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride down from heaven on their Harleys - they come and they go
And you can see 'em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seaside bars, parked, making love with their babes out on the Kokomo
Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
This boardwalk life for me is through
You know you ought to quit this seen too...
Oh Sandy...the aurora...
..Hope all celebrations between both countries are safe.
YBTW, thanks for the music.
MFD without your music would be like ufcw organizing walmarts ... difficult to imagine.
That's from my favourite Springsteen album ybtw: The Wild, The Innocent and the E Street Shuffle. Here's another track, really fitting for a hot summer night in the big metropolis:
quote:
INCIDENT ON 57th STREET
Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick
But dressed just like dynamite
He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street
But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap"
And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater."
Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar"
And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't cry"
Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name.
I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight
All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight
Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night
Oh good night, it's alright Jane
Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame
We may find it out on the street tonight baby
Or we may walk until the daylight maybe
Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine
Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true but then she really didn't mind
Upstairs a band was playin', the singer was singin' something about goin' home
She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight but just don't leave me alone"
And Johnny cried "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein"
Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods
Them little barefoot street boys they say homes ain't no good
They left the corners, threw away all their switchblade knives and kissed each other good-bye
Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street
He called down "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore"
Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on
And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone
Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on
She says "Those romantic young boys
All they ever want to do is fight"
Those romantic young boys
They're callin' through the window
"Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?"
And Johnny whispered:
Good night, it's all tight Jane
I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
We may find it out on the street tonight baby
Or we may walk until the daylight maybe
Thank you very much - I appreciate that. Music comes quite natural to me, I don't have to utilize much of my imagination, nothing like the imagination one would have to use to organize a Walmart...
...imagine what the world would be like if people took the time to educate themselves. Many small businesses offer coffee bar internet services and hell, if you live in Canada - you could, in the near future, have smokey tokey internet businesses that will be as common as your neighborhood beer parlor...
...I know it is hard to 'imagine - "living life in peace - you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope some day, you'll join us and the world would be, as one"...
I have to board a train soon, taking me further on up the road (or atmosphere). Stay on track, don't derail - there could well be drops of jupiter - where you least expect it!
~Membership is increasing~
This union satire of the popular folksong was written by Joe Hill in response to a strike involving 35,000 shopmen of the Harriman and Illinois Central Railroad System (which included the Southern Pacific), Sep 1911 through 1915, and was first published in the 11 Jul 1912 edition of the Industrial Worker "Little Red Songbook."
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Casey Jones: The Union Scab
The Workers on the S. P. line to strike sent out a call;
But Casey Jones, the engineer, he wouldn't strike at all;
His boiler it was leaking, and its drivers on the bum,
And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of plumb.
Casey Jones kept his junk pile running;
Casey Jones was working double time;
Casey Jones got a wooden medal,
For being good and faithful on the S. P. line.
The workers said to Casey: "Won't you help us win this strike?"
But Casey said: "Let me alone, you'd better take a hike."
Then some one put a bunch of railroad ties across the track,
And Casey hit the river bottom with an awful crack.
Casey Jones hit the river bottom;
Casey Jones broke his blessed spine;
Casey Jones was an Angelino,
He took a trip to heaven on the S. P. line.
When Casey Jones got up to heaven, to the Pearly Gate,
He said: "I'm Casey Jones, the guy that pulled the S. P. freight."
"You're just the man," said Peter, "our musicians went on strike;
You can get a job a'scabbing any time you like."
Casey Jones got up to heaven;
Casey Jones was doing mighty fine;
Casey Jones went scabbing on the angels,
Just like he did to workers of the S. P. line.
They got together, and they said it wasn't fair,
For Casey Jones to go around a'scabbing everywhere.
The Angels' Union No. 23, they sure were there,
And they promptly fired Casey down the Golden Stairs.
Casey Jones went to Hell a'flying;
"Casey Jones," the Devil said, "Oh fine:
Casey Jones, get busy shovelling sulphur;
That's what you get for scabbing on the S. P. Line."
Drops Of Jupiter ~ Train ~
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey-hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's 'time to change', hey-hey
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey-hey
Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey-hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's 'time to grow', hey-hey
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid she might think of me as plain of Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had...and me
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way
~~~
Blackcat - thanks for casey jones - I enjoyed that!
RV - any planet talk familiar to you?
And for all you younger folk out there, I think I finally found a song that you may know! Wonders do happen, don't they? -just don't know about the soy latte?
Keep the faith and keep hollerin' as much as your lungs (or key board activity) will permit
Very good song, but you got the lyrics wrong! LOL! I think it's--"plain ole' same ole' story about a man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land" I always love these song threads, gets ya going in the morning. Does anybody know the lyrics to "trees" by Rush?
The Boys on the Docks
by: The Dropkick Murphy's
Chorus:
say hey johnny boy, the battle call
united we stand, divided we fall
together we are what we can't be alone
we came to this country you made it our home
this man so humble, this man so brave
a legend to many, he fought to his grave
saved family and friends from the hardship and horror
in a land of depression he gave hope for tomorrow
say johnny boy this ones for you
with the strength of many and the courage of few to what do we owe this man who's fight was for the masses, he gave his life
(chorus)
a friend to the locals who dabbled in crime
he'd give you a job and he'd give you his time
he wasn't a crook but he couldn't be conned
john knew the difference between right and wrong say johnny me boy, you live hear no longer
others forgotten, your memory's stronger
lets drink to the causes in your life
your family, your friends, the union, your wife
(chorus)
and the boys on the docks needed john for sure when they came to this country he opened the door
he said men i'll tell ya they don't like our kind though it starts with a fist it must end with your mind
(chorus)
With reference to Drops of Jupiter - wrong lyrics - would depend if you are listening to the radio or a bootleg issue of the song...
Trees - song, geez - you best check 'lyrics' on the internet or perhaps 'rush' off to 'the Lounge' right here on MFD and find out 'What Tree Did You Fall From'?
A bootleg version of drops of Jupiter? What a world we live in. I'm not sure what tree I fell from, but I'm thinkin it must've been more of a fig. Really rooty, with lots of branches. Now c'mon, some of you gotta know the lyrics. I think it was written way, way, way, back in the late '70's.
Google knows all.
The Trees - Lyrics
Thanks Duff Beer! I am an idiot when It comes to anything on the internet, so I bookmarked this site. It seems that every lyric page I've ever seen online has run into some copyrite issue and got shut down!
ybtw, we must have some kind of cyber-psychic connection for sure. How did you know that I'm a RUSH fan from a long way back? Here's another good tune of theirs:
quote:
Time Stand Still
I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again.
Driven on without a moment to spend
To pass an evening with a drink and a friend
I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live as if each step was the end
(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
Let my defences down
All those wounds that I can't get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain, whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around
(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each impression a little bit stronger
Freeze this motion a little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away...
Summer's going fast, nights growing colder
Children growing up, old friends growing older
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each impression a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away...
The innocence slips away.
~This song was written by Woody Guthrie in response to Irving Berlin's - "God Bless America". The song was originally titled "God Blessed America" but Guthrie scratched it out and renamed it. Most times the song is sung without verses '4' and '6'. In his last years Guthrie made sure that his son, Arlo memorized these two critical verses. He wanted to make sure that they were not forgotten.~
This Land Is Your Land
(chorus) This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island,
From the redwood forest to the gulf stream water
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway,
I saw below me that golden valley, I said
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps
O'er the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
While all around me a voice was sounding, saying
This land was made for you and me
Was a big high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was posted, said "Private Property"
But on the back side, it didn't say nothing -
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun was shining, then I was strolling
In the wheat fields waving, and the dust cloud rolling
The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me.
One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple
By the relief office I saw my people --
As they stood hungry,
I stood there wondering
If this land was made for you and me?
Hey ybtw, speaking of Drops of Jupiter.
Venus and Mars (reprise)
Standing in the hall
of the great cathedral
waiting for the transport to come
Starship 21ZNA9
A good friend of mine
Studies the stars
Venus and Mars
are alright tonight.
Come away on a strange vacation
holiday hardly begun
Run into a good friend of mine
Sold me her sign
Reach for the stars
Venus and mars
are alright tonight
Need Help With Lyrics
Walk A Mile In My Shoes - Joe South
Got everything until this verse:
Now if we spend the day throwin' stones at one another .........~cause I don't think to wear my hair the same way you do~.....
Or is it... 'cause I will think to tilt my hat the same way you do'~...
And - also help with Creedence Clearwater Revival -~ is the bathroom on the right or is there a bad moon on the rise?
Christmas In Washington
Steve Earle
It's Christmastime in Washington
The Democrats rehearsed
Gettin' into gear for four more years
Things not gettin' worse
The Republicans drink whiskey neat
And thanked their lucky stars
They said, 'He cannot seek another term
They'll be no more FDRs'
I sat home in Tennessee
Staring at the screen
With an uneasy feeling in my chest
And I'm wonderin' what it means
So come back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes from paradise
And rise again somehow
If you run into Jesus
Maybe he can help you out
Come back Woody Guthrie to us now
I followed in your footsteps once
Back in my travelin' days
Somewhere I failed to find your trail
Now I'm stumblin' through the haze
But there's killers on the highway now
And a man can't get around
So I sold my soul for wheels that roll
Now I' stuck here in this town
There's foxes in the hen house
Cows out in the corn
The unions have been busted
Their proud red banners torn
To listen to the radio
You'd think that all was well
But you and me and Cisco know
It's going straight to hell
So come back Emma Goldham
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barracades are goin' up
They cannot break our will
Come back to us, Malcolm X
And Martin Luther King
We're marching into Selma
As the bells of freedom ring
quote:
posted by yankeebythewater:
Need Help With Lyrics
Walk A Mile In My Shoes - Joe South
Got everything until this verse:
Now if we spend the day throwin' stones at one another .........~cause I don't think to wear my hair the same way you do~.....
Or is it... 'cause I will think to tilt my hat the same way you do'~...
And - also help with Creedence Clearwater Revival -~ is the bathroom on the right or is there a bad moon on the rise?
quote:
Walk A Mile In My Shoes - Joe South
If I could be you, if you could be me
For just one hour, if we could find a way
To get inside each other's mind
If you could see you through my eyes
Instead your own ego I believe you'd be
I believe you'd be surprised to see
That you've been blind
Walk a mile in my shoes
just walk a mile in my shoes
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Then walk a mile in my shoes
Now if we spend the day
Throwin' stones at one another
'Cause I will think, 'cause I will think
To wear my hat the same way you do
Well, I may be common people
But I'm your brother
And when you strike out
You're tryin' to hurt me
It's hurtin' you, Lord how mercy
Now there are people on reservations
And out in the ghetto
And whether they're for the grace of God
Or you and I,
If I only had wings of a little angel
Don't you know, I'd fly
To the top of a mountain
And then I'd cry, cry, cry
quote:
BAD MOON RISING (J.C. Fogerty)
I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
CHORUS:
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
CHORUS
All right!
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
CHORUS
CHORUS
Duffbeer - thank you - X2
Thank you for reading 'song of the week' and for your assistance in the words of Joe South. Much appreciated
I really liked Joe South's messages! Kinda helped give meaning to a very troubling time! These songs made me shuffle through the folds of my memory. Although it makes me realize how age is slipping up on me, it makes me thankful I was a witness to, and involved in, those troubled times! Thanks YBTW! Good Music!
Here's another of Joe's memories!
quote:
Games People Play
Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
And they wile away the hours
In their ivory towers
Till they're covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine
Chorus
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play
Oh we make one another cry
Break a heart then we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and we hope to die
That the other was to blame
Neither one will give in
So we gaze at our eight by ten
Thinking 'bout the things that might have been
It's a dirty rotten shame
Repeat Chorus
People walking up to you
Singing glory hallelulia
And they're tryin to sock it to you
In the name of the Lord
They're gonna teach you how to meditate
Read your horoscope, cheat your faith
And further more to hell with hate
Come on and get on board
Repeat Chorus
Look around tell me what you see
What's happening to you and me
God grant me the serenity
To remember who I am
Cause you've given up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity
Turns you sad on humanity
And you don't give a da da da da da
Repeat Chorus
Chimes of Freedom
Bob Dylan 1964
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Through the wild catherdral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with on last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misued strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
My apologies, - Song For The Week - should have been started in the Lounge, not General Mayhem - correct?
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My apologies, - Song For The Week - should have been started in the Lounge, not General Mayhem - correct?
nope YBTW this is just fine. You might want to ready the words to the funeral song or is a march more appropriate when a machine dies?
Why, thank you!
No words, I appreciate that.
I only wish that executives members, be it your union, or others would realize, people are suffering.
However, if the union membership continues to pay their dues and not care where or what is goes to...
Some suck holes can be trapped. I trapped 3 rats in one day and I don't belong to this great UFCW,
UA - Thank my own faith,
Sweet Virginia
Jagger/Richard
1972
Wadin' through the waves, stormy winter
And there's not a friend to help you through
Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds, drop to your greens and blues
And thank you for your wine California
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes, I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed inside my shoes
I want you to come on, come on down
Sweet Virginia
Come on, come on down, I beg of you
Come on, come on down, you got it in ya
Got to scrape the shit right off your shoes
I want you to come on, come on down
Sweet Virginia
Come on, honey child, I beg of you
I want you to come on, come on down, you got it in ya -
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes
~does Mick have the 'desert' in his toenail or 'dessert'? Could never figure that one word out also depends where you look - live or recorded versions. Anyone care to slide on out to a wave and venture a guess?
HAVE YOU BEEN TO JAIL FOR JUSTICE?
© 1998 Anne Feeney (BMI)
Was it Cesar Chavez? Maybe it was Dorothy Day
Some will say Dr. King or Gandhi set them on their way
No matter who your mentors are it's pretty plain to see
That, if you've been to jail for justice, you're in good company
Have you been to jail for justice? I want to shake your hand
Cause sitting in and lyin' down are ways to take a stand
Have you sung a song for freedom? or marched that picket line?
Have you been to jail for justice? Then you're a friend of mine
You law abiding citizens, come listen to this song
'Cause laws were made by people, and people can be wrong
Once unions were against the law, but slavery was fine
Women were denied the vote and children worked the mine
The more you study history the less you can deny it
A rotten law stays on the books til folks with guts defy it
The law's supposed to serve us, and so are the police
And when the system fails, it's up to us to speak our peace
We must be ever vigilant for justice to prevail
So get courage from your convictions
Let them haul you off to jail!
you can hear a sound clip at http://annefeeney.com/Pages/jail.html
some of my ufcw sisters & brothers may know my song "war on the workers" from the justice at walmart video. you can get my cds online at
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/annefeeney
Happy Labo(u)r Day one and all!
Just wanted to do a shameless promotion for Anne and the awesome job she has done for workers all over this country. In 1996 we had her open and close a political rally at UFCW local 789. The late Senator Paul Wellstone was the featured speaker, and the room was filled with activists and mainstreamers.
We were at the Tyson rally that Anne and her daughter sang at. It was wonderful to see and hear her once again try and inspire workers to keep the fight alive. I have to admit, it was a little disheartening. The emotion in music can be so powerful, yet the machineheads always seem to diminish that emotion. As Anne was signing, there were way too many folks standing with dumbfounded looks on their face. We let a whole generation (maybe two) grow up with no idea of why they were Union or what they could do.
The business Union model is dead, yet those in power think a bigger bureaucracy is the answer. What they need to do is take the full set of Feeney CDs and listen to them closely. The labor movement was never about them, always about the worker and their struggles, and nobody tells it better.
BTW, if you haven't heard "Have You Been To Jail For Justice?" you should. Powerful song, and it's time we start acting out on all of the things wrong with our society. Welcome to MFD Anne, you are a great addition, thou you may find the crowd a little more aggressive and outspoken than the typical Union bureaucrats who court you from time to time.
hEY bILL,,,, The boys on here seem to respect you greatly,,whats your take on Michael Moore,,is he a good read or a waste of time???
With reference to the Anne Feeney post - what an honor it is to have you visit and post!
Never heard of you Anne,,so ,, i guess posting here will help you continue to reach more people,,,,knowledge is power.
People have never heard much of John Prine, let alone, Anne Feeney. I am not one to judge the music you listen too.
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hEY bILL,,,, The boys on here seem to respect you greatly,,whats your take on Michael Moore,,is he a good read or a waste of time???
A bit off topic E, but let me just say this about MM. He can either be one huge asset to over throwing the king of troughing, or he can be looking for a cash settlement to shut his mouth and go away. Only time will tell, but he has information that can bury the leadership at 588. The question is, will he bring it, or is he just gonna keep singing it.
See, i knew i could tie it together.
A Good Time
John Prine
-Sweet Revenge-
Time was one just a clock to me and life was just a biography
Success was something you just had to be and I would spend myself unknowingly
And you know I could have me a million more friends and all I'd have to do is lose my point of view
But I had no idea what a good time would cost till last night when I sat and talked with you
An apple will spoil if its' been abused
A candle disappears when it has been used
A rainbow may follow up a hurricane
And I can leave forever, on a train
And you know that I'd survive if I never spoke again
And all I'd have to lose is my vanity
But I had no idea what a good time would cost till last night when you sat and talked with me
You can smile for the lack of something else to do and no one will laugh and point at you
If your tears didn't make me feel so bad
Would you still cry every time you felt sad?
I thought I'd heard and seen enough to get along till you said something neither of us knew
And I had no idea what a good time would cost
till last night when I sat and talked with you
~~~
What is free in the world today, is a smile
What is priceless, is friendship
~~~
Fast As You -
Dwight Yoakam
Maybe someday I'll be strong
Maybe it won't be long.
I'll be the one who's tough.
You'll be the one whose got it rough,
It won't belong and maybe I'll be real strong..
Maybe I'll do things right
Maybe I'll start tonight
You'll learn to cry like me
Baby, lets just wait and see
Maybe I'll start tonight and do things right
You'll control me,
Oh so boldly
Rule me 'til I'm free
Til the pain that shakes me
Finally makes me
Get up off my knees
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybe I'll be as fast as you
Maybe I'll break hearts too
But I think that you'll slow down
When your turn to hurt comes around
Maybe I'll break hearts and be as fast as you.
RV's weekend piece concerning "losing the illusion" made me think of this song!
CARRY ON WAYWARD SON
by Kansas
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man,
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now don't you cry no more
duh, sorry folks - I did not realize to share why I have done a post - of - Song For The Week - and never gave you any clues where it was coming from.
Thank you - licsatsplit.
Here is one you might remember...
U.S. Air Force Blue
We take the blue from the skies
And some pretty blue eyes
And a touch of Old Glory's hue
And ferrvently declare we're proud to wear
The U.S. Air Force Blue
~~
quote:
posted by yankeebythewater:
I remember when I was a little girl
Our house caught on fire
I'll never forget the look on my fathers' face
As he gathered me up in his arms
And raced through the burning building...
onto the pavement
And I stood there, shivering in my pyjamas
And watched the whole world go up in flames
And when it was all over,
I said to myself..
Is that all there is to a fire?
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends then let's keep dancin'
Let's us break out......
...~Your turn~...
...let see how many will actually have their own lyrics to add this song...~
I said that I would get to this and I meant it. Here's my addition:
quote:
I remember when I was 25
The United Food and Commercial Workers Union went up in smoke
I'll never forget the look on the new leader's face
As he gathered up his loot and raced through the burning building...
Into the arms of the corporation
And I stood there cold and disbelieving
And watched the whole world go up in flames
And when it was all over,
I said to myself..
Is that all there is to this unionism thing?
Is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
If that's all there is, my friends then let's stop dancin'
Let's us break out!......
The review is in RV
Five Stars it is *****
I believe these "**" mean something in the lingo of computers, however, in the lingo of yankeebythewater it means ACE! Excellent!
I'm so confused,many reasons why
Would someone please explain this thing we call life
Mass destruction,we're silences slaves
World of lies till our darkened graves
One day you are in style,the next you"re out
I get so Goddamned mad I have to shout
What are we doing? What is our fate?
Not enough loving and too much hate
We're ignorant to the world all around
Loves more than a word,its guaranteed, solid ground
Can't you see that loves all you need
Its the key to life,the beginning, the seed
With this seed planted we're well on our way
To a different horizon,the dawn of a new day
When this planting finally buds and your heart is pure
The questions will be answered,your life shall endure
Your treasures now blossomed but it is not yet bloomed
One loves not enough, there are others in gloom
We meet many souls,though dismal and grey
Become their horizon,their seed, their new day.
"The Seed"
by Eric D.
I Hope You Dance - LeeAnn Womack
Sons of the Desert
Mark D. Sanders/Tia Sillers
From the album - I Hope You Dance
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave your empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance, I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking
Loving might be a mistake, but it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart leave your bitter
When you come close to selling out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
Time is a wheel in constant motion always
I hope you dance
Rolling us along
I hope you dance
Tell me who wants to look back on their years
and wonder
I hope you dance
Where those years have gone
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
Time is a wheel in constant motion always
I hope you dance
Rolling us along
I hope you dance
Tell me who wants to look back on their years
and wonder
I hope you dance
Where those years have gone
Thanks for the rave review ybtw. I was just looking over this thread. There are some really cool tunes here. Kind of makes you want to produce a CD! Eric D. that looks like an original. It's very inspiring. Hope there's more where that came from.
I was going through some old link favorites I had stored on a disk which I just found. Here is some real international solidarity. From Oakland to Vancouver to Japan to the selling block!
Ballad of the Neptune Jade
Anonymous
Sailed into Oakland on a Sunday morn
Moored at the dockside blowin her horn
But the Captain's lookin a bit forlorn
There's a picket of the Neptune Jade
The company say we gotta cross the line
Took us to the courtroom 4 more times
Singing "time is money and the money's all mine
So get them boxes movin"
Midnight Tuesday she was in a spin
Sailed around the Bay tried to come back again
But the picket was holding and we wouldn't go in
We're a longshore union
The Neptune Jade's had a change of name
She's the Flying Dutchman once again
Hapag Lloyd must be insane
To call in Liverpool
Headed up to Canada lookin for a berth
Thamesport's screaming for all that they are worth
On Saturday the picket brought them down to earth Vancouver's in the union
So sail around the world with your hot cargo
Order us to scab and we'll say no
Dockers of the world are set to blow
We're all from Liverpool
I saw it in your eyes
It was something i denied
I was living in my dreams
To change the fact that we may die
When i look back on our past
And all the love we share
Its impossible for me to conceive
That you just no longer care
In the name of love
I offered you my soul
It was not yet complete
But with you it would gow
I've sacrificed my life
To show how true i feel
You've left me once again
And now my fate is sealed
My gift to you has darkened
To the point of no return
My pain is too intense
My heart can't help but burn
When you think of being loved
And how wondrous it can be
Remember who really loved you
Look to the stars
And think of me
Eric d.
BAA BAA UNION SHEEP
HAVE YOU ANY BULL
YES SIR YES SIR TWO BAGS FULL
ONE FROM THE COMPANY
AND ONE I CAN'T CONTAIN
IT'S FROM THE UNION BOYS
WHO NEVER ARE TO BLAME
~Edelio~ you are writing these words, Eric D.?
The title of the last post is..? Can we find you somewhere?
The Ghost Of Tom Joad
Bruce Springsteen
Men walkin' long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
I'd sleep near a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' round the corner
Welcome to the 'new world order'
Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no rest.
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' about where it goes
I'm sittin down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a ___ and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the 'promised land'
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where it's headed, everyones knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said "Mom, whenever there's a cop beatin' a guy
Whenever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight against blood and hatred in the air
Look for me, Mom - I'll be there.
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand
Or a decent job or a helpin' hand
Whenever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in my eyes, Mom you'll see me".
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad.
YBTW--those are originals,,i wrote them many years ago in a different time and mindset. So many of the posts on this link seem so diverse in expression and theme that each one has to have its reason for being shared.The other posters have added lyrics to songs that have throughout their lives lifted their spirits or best expressed the times they are dea ling with. The words in my life that mean the most to me have always been my own. At the end of a day what does a man have if not his word.
Edelio - well, regardless if you wrote those words yesterday or ten years ago, they are good words and they are appreciated by me and I am certain many other readers. Continue to post.
Where would we be without words, music, and song? Doubtful I'd be here. It was a staple in my family - like flour and sugar. Heck, I was probably conceived by my folks listening to the RCA to the likes of Hank Williams and Johnny Cash. Where I was raised, we did not have television, only the good old RCA.
Oh by the way, what does a man have at the end of the day but his word..probably one hell of a good woman.
A woman on the other hand has her heart, her soul, her mind, her words, and enough moments in peace to post!
THE LONG ROAD
AND I WISHED FOR SO LONG, CANNOT STAY
ALL THE PRECIOUS MOMENTS, CANNOT STAY
IT'S NOT LIKE WINGS HAVE FALLEN, CANNOT STAY
BUT STILL SOMETHING'S MISSING, I CANNOT SAY
HOLDING HANDS ARE DAUGHTERS AND SONS
AND THEIR FAITHS ARE FALLING DOWN
I HAVE WISHED FOR SO LONG
HOW I WISH FOR YOU TODAY
WILL I WALK THE LONG ROAD
CANNOT STAY
THERE'S NO NEED TO SAY GOODBYE
ALL THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY
ALL THE MEMORIES GOING ROUND
I HAVE WISHED FOR SO LONG
HOW I WISH FOR YOU TODAY
AND THE WIND KEEPS ROARIN'
AND THE SKY KEEPS TURNING GREY
AND THE SUN IS SETTING
THE SUN WILL RISE ANOTHER DAY
I HAVE WISHED FOR SO LONG
HOW I WISH FOR YOU TODAY
E.VEDDER
Thats from the 9-11 telethon. Powerful song. You can get it on Kazaa.
OK Yankee,,,,heres 1 more,,,,,,,,,,,,
You dig in your claws to a shell of a man
I am quite needy,that you fully understand
I've been put down so many times,we keep playin' these games
You've broken the perverbial back of the soul you have tamed
A man can only take it to a certain extent
You can push him so far,till his patience is spent
As life drags on,and the walls break down
Using me as a pawn will only bring you down
Everyones different in both destiny and fate
Your mental puzzles have driven me to hate
In darkness are tears that ponder my existence
In light there is falseness that drives my persistence
To regain life and all that it means
In a world of deception where nothings what it seems
Labor Day Weekend - This is not an uplifting song to start off with, but I am certain it will make you think, where has all the labor gone?
Bring on your labor songs - let us celebrate our day! We Are Worth It, And More!
Union Sundown -
Bob Dylan
1983
Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore
My flashlight's from Taiwan
My tablecloth's from Malaysia
My belt buckle's from the Amazon
You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy makin' thirty cents a day
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way
Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong
And the pearls are from Japan
Well, the dog collars's from India
And the flower pot's from Pakistan
All the furniture, it says "Made in Brazil"
Where a woman, she slaved for sure
Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve
You know, that's a lot of money to her
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way
Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work
I say, "Why you say that for
When nothin' you got is U.S. made?"
They don't make nothin' here no more
You know, capitalism is above the law
It say, "it don't count 'less it sells"
When it costs too much to build it at home
You just build it cheaper someplace else
Well, it's sundown on the union
and what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way
Well, the job that you used to have
They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador
The unions are big business, friend
And they're are goin' out like a dinosaur
They used to grow food in Kansas
Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw
I can see the day coming when even your home garden
Is gonna be against the law
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way
Democracy don't rule the world
You'd better get that in your head
This world is ruled by violence
But I guess that's better left unsaid
From Broadway to the Milky Way
That's a lot of territory indeed
And a man's gonna do what he has to do
When he's got a hungry mouth to feed
Well, it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way
Bob Dylan, good stuff, check out how much those labourors wages have increased since Bob wrote about 'em 20 yrs ago.
Love lyrics, add music ... well it's twice as good. Thought it time for a listen and no-one better than Bob D. (for a little taste, click on real audio or WM 56 and enjoy)
Glad you like Bob Dylan, Siggy...I hope others will and add to the Labor Day Celebrations! It is a day for Labor to celebrate, we do not get many opportunties to come forth.
I apologize, I am not educated enough on the the internet to get all these songs across, I know, the brothers and sisters will guide me.
I know what I have posted in Song For The Week has always rang true to me.
Hope for others too.
You all use this quote,,heres the lyrics:
Working Class Hero
John Lennon
As soon as you're born, they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
'Til the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home, and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
'Til you're so f***ing crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion, and sex, and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still f***ing peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top, they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
If you want to be a hero, well just follow me
Here you go YBTW,,,,,
http://www.risa.co.uk/sla/
Geez, I knew those planets were aligning up last night, but I certainly did not expect to have a lil bit of luck of the irish and see risa from edelio this morning. This is GREAT! Be still my damn heart, I think I have died and gone to heaven, either that, or I may aligned with Mars last night.
I do have certain sites I visit to retrieve words especially songs from the dirty 30's, (before my time), labor songs, etc.
Thank you Edelio - I shall race out and purchase a lotto ticket - I'm all aligned up now and feel lucky and fortunate!
Thank you also for posting John Lennon. He was a great person, who stood up to the establishment. Previously RV also wrote the words, his words certainly do send bolts of lightening. John Lennon will always have a special place in my mind and heart as he was gunned down on my birthday, December 8th.
Maybe we will have to change Song of the Week to Song of the Day?
Thanks again, Edelio
Goin' Home - Neil Young
From the album - Are You Passionate?
On the hill where Custer was
Making his last stand
With the Indians all around
And his gun in his hand
Such a wind was blowing that day
Through the battle ground
I could feel it in my hair
As I turned towards downtown
Weaving through the buildings
Cutting through the street
Slicing through the culture
Piling on to me
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home, I'm goin' home
Goin' home
Dropping in on you, my friend
Is just like old times
Said the fool who signed the paper
To assorted slimes
It's hard to get blood from a stone
But I'll give it a try
To provide your accomodations
And leave you satisfied
You'd think it was easy
To give your life away
To not have to live up to
The promises you made
Chorus
Elusively she cut the phone
And went from cell to cell
Really looking remarkable
And obviously doing well
She made a turn on wooden bridge
Into the battle ground
With a thousand warriors on the ridge
She tried to turn her radio down
Battle drums were pounding
All around her car
She saw her clothes were changing
Into sky and stars
Chorus
~Goin' Home - I am. YankeeByTheWater is travelling north of Sweetgrass to the far north of Beautiful British Columbia, Canada - where I was born and raised. Eh, I Am Canadian!
Happy Labor Day to All!
Happy Labour Day Weekend.
regards,
the eternal optimist,
Sophie
Somebody Robbed the Pension Plan
George Mann 1999
Music - Somebody Robbed the Glendale Train - John Dawson 1971
Somebody robbed the pension plan over at IBM
Somebody robbed the pension plan and I swear they will again
Until we get our union in, and then we'll set things right
Somebody robbed the pension plan so let's organized and fight
Now Lou Gerstner is the CEO but he's never worked on the line
And on his big fat salary Lou is living mighty fine
We gave him ten, twenty years of our lives and what have we got to show?
Louie and his corporate hacks made off with all our dough
-Chorus-
And I say somebody robbed the pension plan over at IBM
Somebody robbed the pension plan and I swear they will again
Until we get our union in, and then we'll set things right
Somebody robbed the pension plan so let's organize and fight
Now we're living in computer age where we buy new rather than fix
And they work us hard just like Pentiums but our pension's 286
We bust our butts for IBM and they keep on cutting back
But when we get our union in they will wish that they were Mac
Chorus
Now I'm sick and tired of seeing workers sacked while the profits go up to the sky
And I tell you I am sick and tired of the Dow dictating our lives
Tom Watson he was a decent man, and he's rolling in his grave
IBM's corporate thieves have forgotten him, and we've all been betrayed
Chorus
~note, you can change 'certain' words to accomodate your CEO, etc. give it your best shot, let's hear some other versions~ 
And I see somebody robbed the pension plan, I saw in the news
Somebody robbed the pension plan and I swear I knew the dudes
We finally got our union in and it shoulda' set things right
Somebody robbed the pension plan, how do they sleep at night
Yes, I see someone has robbed the pension plan
How unfortunate to have to read it in the news
Not much communication between the executive and the membership
And yet, the membership has so much to loose
The retired seem to be holding their own
If you are a fortunate one, you have your mind and soul
And for the ones still paying for a dream, I doubt you'll ever see
Put your money in a working mans' sock
It is safer there than with any trustee
The River
Bruce Springsteen
I come from down in the valley where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school when she was just seventeen
We'd ride out of that valley to where the fields were green
We'd go down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh, down to the river we'd ride
Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put is all to rest
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle, no flowers, no wedding dress
That night we went down to the river and into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we did ride
I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on the account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important to me
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember and Mary acts like she don't care
But I remember us riding in my brothers' car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
They haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse that sends me down to the river though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river, my baby and I - oh, down to the river, we ride
~I see The Boss is in Toronto tomorrow, 03.09.10
If anybody on this site has the great opportunity to see him, post your 'review'.~
Highwayman
I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around..and around...
I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again, and again, and again....
Johnny Cash
1932-2003
Thanks YBTW! I grew up listening to Johnny and although I am saddened by his disappearence, I am pretty sure he is one outlaw who will be back again, and again, and again! He will always live through his music!
See ya later, John!
ybtw, The Boss came to town the other nite and, as always, he kicked ass. Here's a brief review from the Toronto Star.
I think I have boasted before that I've seen him every time he's come to town since 1978 (the same year I came to town). You'll notice in the review the reference to what he said when he realized that the roof of the SkyDome (our domed stadium) was open - the first time ever for a rock concert. This just blew me away because of its applicability to what we union reformers are trying to do with the help of the Internet:
quote:
"They got the roof open," Bruce Springsteen said, beaming broadly last night as he gazed up at the stars through a gaping SkyDome. "That will keep us from having to blow it off."
Everytime that I've seen The Boss, it's been at some pivotal point in my journey through the rancid world of mainstream labour relations. Each time it's always seemed like there's a message in the music that is so right for the moment. This time was the absolute best: We've got the roof open - and if it closes on us we'll just blow it off.
Here's my favourite tune from the set and one of my favourite Springsteen tunes of all time - a name that I often associate with the murky subterreanean world of labour relations:
Jungleland
quote:
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane
Well the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids round here look just live like shadows always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand down in Jungleland
The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland
In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the
night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland
Never seen the boss, but i'd love to. Ya gotta ask yourself, why can some people stay grounded in who they are and where they came from, and some become overimpressed with thier titles and positions?
RV - how fortunate you are to have been to every concert Bruce had in Toronto, you are very lucky!
I have to ask - in the concert - what song was your favorite? Did he play 'Further On Up The Road'? Tickets prices? I saw him in April, in Vancouver, British Columbia - paid $128 Canadian dollars, plus hotel accomodations, etc., etc., but it was worth it!
I believe Bruce stays grounded because he had a very good upbringing. His parents were working class. He has given much back to the community and area he grew up in. Much better than the majority of musicians do.
RV - thank you for the post to Toronto Star, I did read that, it was, from what I could find the only Toronto newspaper that posted a review on line. Being the Springsteen fan I am, I had it bookmark, so I could awake and read the rave.
He'd would have blown that top off, no question - nice that you got to see him under the stars - I trust you were looking at Bruce not Mars, Jupiter, or Venus..
Artist - John Wesley Harding
Song - Talkin' Return of the Great Folk Scare Blues
Artist - John Prine
Song - Those Late John Garfield Blues
"And then I learned the Folksingers' prayer and it goes like this~
Our father
Who art on folkways
Ramblin' Jack by thy name
Thy folk city come
Thy will be done
On CD as it is on vinyl
Give us this day, our daily gig
And forgive us our protest
As we forgive those who protest against us
But deliver us from commercialism
For Prine is the kingdom
The power of the story
Forever be clever
A minor?"
ybtw, tickets were from $70 to $115 depending on the seats. I'll post a play list from the show when I get a moment. The good thing about Bruce is that he always plays a lot of his older material and the more recent stuff so nobody goes home disappointed. Yes, I was mostly fixated on the stage, however, you could see Mars through the hole in the roof towards the end of the show and that was pretty cool too.
Thanks, RV- your thoughts of Bruce are appreciated. What a great feeling that must have been to see the stars. He is a great artist, along the same lines as Neil Young (on some other planet now - I think I met him somewhere), and last but not least, John Prine.
We Demand A Living Wage
George Mann
We are workers all of us, we all have pay our bills
We must feed and clothe our children, nurse them back when they fall ill
We demand a living wage, and we want some kind of say
By our union we will find a better way
Four AM and she's going strong, almost done on the 23rd floor
Lift and wash and polish everything shiny clean
She spends midnight hours in empty towers, each night she's wondering
"Will I work here till I die here
Is there anything left for me?"
And in the morning my new shoes scuff that floor
I'm not thinking about or knowing her
But now I'm looking down and I can see
That we are workers all of us, we all have to pay our bills
We must feed and clothe our children, nurse them back when they fall ill
By our union we find a better way
Nine AM and our paths don't cross
I'm getting in, she's getting lost
Dull-eyed and sleepy from the strain of a twelve-hour day
Sixty hours a week or more keeps the landlord from the door
So she'll keep this job as long as she can stay
Working here
And each morning our shoes scuff up that floor
We're not thinking about or knowing her
But now we're looking 'round and we can see
That we are workers all of us, we all have to pay our bills
We must feed and clothe our children, nurse them back when they fall ill
We demand a living wage, and we want some kind of say
*By our union we will find a better way*
Who turn'd the music down?
quote:
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence. -> Paul Simon
The Red Flag
A Song By James O'Connell
1899
The worker's flag is deepest red
It shrouded oft our martyred dead
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold
Their life-blood dyed its every fold
Chorus:
Then raise the scarlet standard high!
Beneath its folds we'll live and die
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer
We'll keep the red flag flying here
Look 'round the Frenchman loves its blaze
The sturdy German chants its praise
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung
Chicago swells the surging throng
It waved above our infant might
When all ahead seemed dark as night
It witnessed many a deed and vow
We will not change its color now
It suits today the meek and base
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe beneath the rich man's frown
And haul that sacred emblem down
With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim
This song shall be our parting hymn
~This is a tribute to my Father, he was a great Union Man. He died peacefully on Sunday - October 5th. He is currently unionizing his new location.~
"be the rain" by neil young
2003 - Greendale
save the planet for another day
"attention shoppers, buy with a conscience and save"
save the planet for another day
"save alaska! let the caribou stay"
don't care what the governments say
"they're all bought and paid for anyway"
save the planet for another day
"hey big oil, what do you say?"
we were runnin' through the night
never knowin' if we would see the light
paranoid schizophrenic visions
livin' in fear of the wrong decisions
we got to wake up
we got to keep goin'
if they follow us
there's no way of knowin'
we got a job to do
we got to
save mother earth
be the ocean when it meets the sky
"you can make a difference, if you really try"
be the magic in the northern lights
"six days...six nights"
be the river as it rolls along
"it has three eyed fish and it's smellin' strong"
be the rain you remember fallin'
"be the rain, be the rain"
yeah rain was fallin' and we're soakin' wet
hail is beatin' down on our heads
the wind is blowin' through our hair
faces frozen in the frigid air
we got to get there
alaska
we got to be there
before the big machines
we got a job to do
we got to
save mother earth
dream the hunter on the western plain
"the birds are all gone, where did they go?"
dream the fisherman in his boat
"he's comin' home empty, he's barely afloat"
dream the logger in the great northwest
"they're runnin' out of trees, they got to give it a rest"
(there's no way to cut it)
dream the farmer in the old heartland
"corporate greed and chemicals are killin' the land"
next mornin' sun was up at dawn
she looked around and earth was gone
dark visions he had last night
he needed peace, he needed light
he heard the rumble and
he saw the big machines
the green army rose
it was a bad dream
he had a job to do
he had to
save mother earth
be the ocean when it meets the sky
"greek freighters are dumping crap somewhere right now"
be the magic in the northern lights
"the ice is melting!"
be the river as it rolls along
"toxic waste dumpin' from corporate farms"
be the rain, you remember fallin'
"be the rain, be the rain"
save the planet for another day
"be the rain, be the rain"
be the river as it rolls along
"be the rain, be the rain"
Sorry to hear about your dad ybtw. That's a wonderful tribute (including the part about unionizing his new location).
My, and i'm sure all of the other regs on here's, condolences on your fathers passing YBTW. Always a sad day when we lose a loved one.
I gotta tell you, ya brought a tear to my eye with the piece about dad's latest endeavor. He'd be proud to know you tipped your hat to him in that manner.
On the net, we travel in strange company. Often it's communicating with people we never met, but you know, almost intuitively, there is a kinship that transcends reality...and defies logic. But then life is so much more than logical, if you let it; it can become emotional, spiritual and mystical.
Thanks for sharing your dad's life with us, especially in such a brief and special way.
Thank you folks - much appreciated.
One day soon I will have to sit and write the history of my Dads' days with his union, his victories and many losses. Naturally, the majority of his years within the union were spent for the cause not as they are today whereby the executives of many unions continue to line their silk pockets with the dues of the rank and file.
He has relayed he is trying to find a vice president for his new union, and mentioned that it is no different from what he left, all is still a fn struggle, all is still a fn struggle, but, keep singin' cause if you sing on earth you are bound to sing wherever you end up...
Dead Skunk
Loudon Wainwright III - 1972
Crossin' the highway late last night
He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right
He didn't see the station wagon car
The skunk got squashed and there you are
Chorus
You got yer
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
You got yer dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high heaven
Take a whiff on me, that ain't no rose
Roll up yer window and hold yer nose
You don't have to look and you don't have to see
'Cause you can feel it in your olfactory
Chorus
Yeah you got yer dead cat and you got yer dead dog
On a moonlight night you got yer dead toad frog
Got yer dead rabbit and yer dead raccoon
The blood and guts they're gonna make you swoon
Chorus
C'mon stink!
You got it!
It's dead, it's in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin' to high heaven
All over the road, technicolor man
Oh, you got pollution
It's dead, it's in the middle
And it's stinkin' to high, high heaven
Hey ybtw, here's a site you might like:
RockWisdom.com (An Online Reference Book of Over 11,000 Song Quotes)
Duffbeer: Thank you, much appreciated.
Do you sing along with words that are written? Do others?
I hope you all do.
YBTW, I've learn'd songs I've never heard before, some you've posted and others I've found while searching for sound bytes of yours. So yeah I sing along. Great thread.
"I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
I'd like to hold it in my arms and keep it company
I'd like to see the world for once
All standing hand in hand
And hear them echo through the hills "Ah, peace throughout the land"
Real World
Bruce Springsteen/Roy Bittan
Mister Trouble come walkin' this way
Year gone by feels like one long day
But I'm alive and I'm feelin' all right
Well I run that hard road outta heartbreak city
Built a roadside carnival out of hurt and self pity
It was all wrong well now I'm moving on
Ain't no church bells ringing
Ain't no flags unflured
It's just me and you and the love we're bringing
Into the real world
Into the real world
I built a shrine in my heart it wasn't pretty to see
Made out of fool's gold memory and tears cried
Now I'm headin' over the rise
I'm searchin' for one clear moment of love and truth
I still got a lil' faith
But what I need is some proof tonight
I'm lookin' for it in your eyes
Chorus
Well tonight I just wanna shout
I feel my soul waist deep and sinkin'
Into this black river of doubt
I just wanna rise and walk along the riverside
And when the morning comes baby I don't wanna hide
I'll stand right at your side with my arms open wide
Chorus
I wanna find some answers I wanna ask for some help
I'm tired of running scared
Let's get our facts right
We'll take it here to hell and heaven and back
Love is hopeless, hopeless in vain
Come on put your party dress it's ours tonight
And we're goin' with the tumblin' dice...
When You Come Around
Steve Bogard/'Deric Ruttan'
2003
The look in your eyes when you left here that night
Was like somebody'd stolen your soul
The trance you were in made me crawl in my skin
You were under some outer control
But I won't give hopin'
The spell can be broken
chorus:
When you come around to your own good sense
When you break the chains an' you're free again
I'll be waitin' here to take you in
When you come around
If it takes a day or a hundred years
Me an' my heart are gonna be right here
To pick love up where we put it down
When you come around
The moon can't see out from behind the winter clouds
Don't know how you could find your way home
So I'll stay up all night, like I do every night
To make sure that the porch light stays on
Cold winds maybe blowin'
But these arms will be open
chorus
Let us take a spin from 'song for the week'
Spin three songs that are similar, in any regard..examples..
Blue Umbrella - John Prine
Blue Swede Shoes - Elvis Presley
Coat of Many Colors - Dolly Parton
One - Three Dog Night
Two Faces - Bruce Springsteen
Three Roses - America
?
John Prine was drafted to Vietnam in 1966. He served as a mechanic.
"..things were never quite the same for us after that, I was just trying to explain it for myself. I never get tired of that song"...here are his words
Sam Stone
Sam Stone came home, to the wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served had shattered all his nerves and left a lil shrapnel in his knee
But the morphine eased the pained and the grass grew around his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back
chorus:
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus christ died for nothin', I suppose
Lil pitchers have big ears, don't start to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios...mmm
Sam Stone welcome home didn't last too long, he went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealin' when he got that empty feelin'
For a hundred dollar habit, without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he choose
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes
chorus
Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sittting in a chair
While he played his last request while the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its' fun and there was nothin' to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill for a flag draped casket on a local heros' hill
mmm..
The South's Gonna Do It
Charlie Daniels Band
Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time
And the Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline
People down in Florida can't be still
When old Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville
People down in Georgia come from near and far
To hear Richard Betts pickin' on his red guitar
Chorus:
So gather round gather round children
Get down well just get down children
Get loud well you can be loud and be proud
And you can be proud here
Be proud to a rebel 'cause the south's gonna do it again
Elvin Bishop's sittin' on a bale of hay
He ain't good lookin' but he sure can play
And there's ZZTop and you forget
That old brother Willie getting' soakin' wet
And all the good people down in Tennessee
Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and the CDB
Repeat Chorus
And again, yes it is...
Dream OnAEROSMITH
Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin' clearer
Fffffff... the past has gone
It went by like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Yeah... I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know... how to win
Half my life's in books written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you
Sing with me sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing it with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Well... sing with me sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing it with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away... ahh
Dream on... dream on... dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on... dream on... dream on
And dream until your dream comes true
Dream on... dream on... dream on... dream on
Dream on... dream on... dream on... aaahhh...
Sing with me sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing it with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow good Lord will take you away
Sing with me sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Sing it with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
White Flag - Dido (radio edit version)
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
I'll tell you that
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
And I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused but nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules that "it's over"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense
And I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
that I've moved on...
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
(x2)
Those are some great tunes you guys (as always). NIGHTS, your post put me in mind of the Eminem/Aerosmith cover of Dream On, Sing for the Moment. I don't know if you're a fan of his (most people I know aren't) but I like his rebellious nature. I've become sort of partial to this tune because the lyrics, if you apply them to a union/union member betrayal situation (rather than a parent/child situation) strike a chord so to speak. Whenever I think of the first few lines, I immediately think of the machine heads running our unions and how they react to union reformers and workers who just don't want to dance to their tune. These ideas are nightmares for fat union leaders...Whose worst fear is....
Anyway, here it is:
Sing for the Moment
quote:
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step - father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
Chorus:
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse N2
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air - guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the fuck can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
Chorus
Verse N3
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
Occasionally we are allowed a glimpse of extraordinary knowledge and wisdom. Occasionally human beings can accomplish great strides in creating a better world. Life is full of teachers and students who constantly work on the problems, in order to find the solutions. At times we are teachers and at other times we are students. I fit more in the latter category myself but that's okay. My Dad always said, "A day you learn something, is a day you haven't wasted!".
This little niche of inner-space existing in the binary constellation of the galaxy Synapsis, has become the catalyst which allows many of us to view the world as it really is. This enlightenment is accomplished by ripping off the veils of obscurity and viewing our world through the eyes of truth for a change! Not always pretty, but necessary, and social justice always comes at a price. Good investment no matter what the cost, IMHO! All participants here at MfD are instrumental in this unveiling of injustice which at times seems to be growing exponentially. My thanks to all the current and future participants here for their investment in the construction of a better world. Sort of a futuristic building trades, eh!
Music is a great medium for the transfer of knowledge and wisdom. The artists on the following song came together and brought us one of these occasional glimpses. Thanks George!
quote:
End of the Line
Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
Well it's all right, doing the best you can
Well it's all right, as long as you lend a hand
You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring
Waiting for someone to tell you everything
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring
Maybe a diamond ring
Well it's all right, even if they say you're wrong
Well it's all right, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well it's all right, As long as you got somewhere to lay
Well it's all right, everyday is Judgment Day
Maybe somewhere down the road aways
You'll think of me, wonder where I am these days
Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays
Purple haze
Well it's all right, even when push comes to shove
Well it's all right, if you got someone to love
Well it's all right, everything'll work out fine
Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line
Don't have to be ashamed of the car I drive
I'm glad to be here, happy to be alive
It don't matter if you're by my side
I'm satisfied
Well it's all right, even if you're old and gray
Well it's all right, you still got something to say
Well it's all right, remember to live and let live
Well it's all right, the best you can do is forgive
Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
Well it's all right, even if the sun don't shine
Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line
Traveling Wilburys
End Of The Line
How many different versions of this song is there?
Here is another version of your third verse...
Well it's allright, even if they say you're wrong
Well it's allright, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well it's allright, as long as you got someone to lay
Well it's allright, every day is just one day
Curious, I am...if there any guitar players out there...are you playing the 'e' chord in this song or not...if not, what are you playing?
I Shall Be Released -
Bob Dylan
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Yet ev'ry distance is not near
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
And any day, any day now,
I shall be released
They say ev'ry man needs protection
They say ev'ry man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place, so high above this wall
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
And any day now, any day now
I shall be released
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
Crying out he was framed
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
Sorry, just made a mistake...
Whatever Happened to the Eight Hour Day? © Anne Feeney (1994) BMI
I was a welder – pulling down 40 thou
For all I know that job's in Pakistan now
And I'm out workin for that minimum wage & wondering
Whatever happened to the eight hour day?
Whatever happened to the 8 hour day
Who feeds a family now on one person's pay?
I can't take much more, I just got one thing to say
Whatever happened to the eight hour day?
We got no time for the house, no time for the kids
This eighty hour week has put our lives on the skids
I can't take much more I just got one thing to say
Whatever happened to the eight hour day?
Oh, the companies keep saying that we want too much
Well all the guys on top sure have that Midas touch
The economy's booming – yeah, that's what they say
It's cause I work twice as hard to take home half of the pay
The kids need attention, the house is a mess
Our marriage is buckling from all of this stress
There's only one thing gonna take it away
Tell me--what ever happened to that eight hour day?
(break)
Remember when one job would pay all the bills?
Remember good jobs that demanded some skills?
If this globalization is great like they say, tell me
Whatever happened to the 8 hour day?
Oh, Whatever happened to the eight hour day?
Can't feed a family on one person's pay
I can't take much more, I just got one thing to say
Whatever happened to the eight hour day?
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In Solidarity
Hell Yeah!
Montgomery Gentry
He works way too much for way too little
He drinks way too early 'til way too late
He hasn't had a raise since his day in 88
Gets trampled on by everyone
Except for when he comes here
And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He's got the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there
He yells out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A 'Ring of Fire' as he walks up and stands by the stage
And he says
Hell Yeah
Turn It Up
Right On
Hey You
Sounds Good
Sing That Song
Guitar Man Playin' All Night Long
Take Me Back To Where The Music Hit Me
Life Was Good And Love Was Easy
She got an MBA and a plush corner office
She's got a don't mess with me attitude
She'll close a deal, she don't reveal that she can feel
Except when she comes here
She's the product of the ME generation
She's got a rock and roll side when you get her agitated
She got the tatoo there on her derriere from a spring break dare
In Panama where love was all she thought she'd ever need
She yells out to the band
Know any Bruce Springsteen
Then jumps up on the bar
And she, and she starts to scream
She says
Hell Yeah
Turn It Up
Right On
Hey You
Sounds Good
Sing That Song
Guitar Man Playin' All Night Long
Take Me Back To Where The Music Hit Me
Life Was Good And Love Was Easy
Yeah, Yeah
Can or can't you get my mind off thinking
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Hey Hell Yeah
~chorus x2~
i want to dedicate this tune - which has been an inspiration to me through difficult times - to all the workplace rebels out there who are shaking the foundations. The dogs on main street howl...
The Promised Land
Bruce Springsteen
On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the Waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and I'm just killing time
Working all day in my daddy's garage
Driving all night, chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge.
The dogs on main street howl,
'cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man,
And I believe in a promised land.
I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start
The dogs on main street howl,
'cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man,
And I believe in a promised land.
There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted
The dogs on main street howl,
'cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man,
And I believe in a promised land
I believe in a promised land...
One favorite song intro was that of John Prine in concert. He said the wife of a friend once asked if he'd play the "Happy Enchilada" song. He replied that he couldn't remember writing a song with those words, that maybe it was some Jimmy Buffet song; he asks her to sing it and she says "you know, it's a Happy Enchilada and you think you're gonna drown".
~That's The Way That The World Goes 'Round~
John Prine
I know a guy that's gotta a lot to loose
He a pretty nice fellow but he's kind of confused
He's got muscles in his head
That ain't never been used
Thinks he owns half of this town
Starts drinking heavy, gets a big red nose
Beats his old lady with a rubber hose
Then he takes her out to dinner and buys her new clothes
That's the way that the world goes 'round
Chorus:
That's the way that the world goes 'round
You're up one day and the next you're down
It's a half an inch of water (It's A Happy Enchilada)
And you think your gonna drown
That's the way that the world goes 'round
I was sitting in the bathroom counting my toes
When the radiator broke, water all froze
I got stuck in the ice without my clothes
Naked as the eyes of a clown
I was crying ice cubes
When the sun come through the window, the ice all broke
I stood up and laughed, thought it was a joke
That's the way that the world goes 'round
Short People
Randy Newman
1977(?)
short people got no reason
short people got no reason
short people got no reason
To Live
They got little hands
Little eyes
They walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
'Round Here
SHORT people are just the same
As you and I
(A Fool Such As I)
All men are brothers
Until the day the die
(It's a wonderful world)
short people got nobody
short people got nobody
short people got nobody
To Love
They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick 'em up
Just to say Hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
'Round Here
We are all well acquainted with the song 'The Twelve Days of Christmas, we all know the words. Here is another version...
This is in fun, pardon me
My intention is not to offended, anyone
On the 12th day of christmas George W. Bush gave to me...
12 months of warmongering
11 terroritsts sniping
Falwell reading the 10 commandments
9 compromised supreme court justices
8 percent unemployment
7 dead Columbia astronauts
6 pedophile priests a lying
5 republican stings
4 exploded airplanes
3 corporate scandals
2 exploded towers
And a sluggish, failing economy
Merry Christmas to you all
It is my hope that 2004
Brings an awakening, stirs up the rank and file, Like never before
No ~ no, happy new year song ~ could not find anything appropriate..can anyone?
Irish Proverb
Many people will walk in and out of your life,
but only true friends will leave footprints...
in your heart.
In the new year,
May your right hand, always be stretched out,
In friendship,
But never in want.
May your left hand, always be prepared,
To make a fist,
But only in solidarity.
I hope you all have good health and high aspirations to make this world as we know it, a better place to live in.
The best is yet to come, RAVE ON MfD!
quote:
posted by yankeebythewater:
No ~ no, happy new year song ~ could not find anything appropriate..can anyone?
From my favourite [Irish] band:
quote:
U2 - New Years Day
All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
And I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
Under a blood-red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few,
The newspapers say, say, say it's true
And we can break through,
Though torn in two, we can be one
I will begin again, I will begin again
Oh and maybe the time is right
Oh maybe tonight
I will be with you again
I will be with you again
And so we are told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's day
quote:
The best is yet to come, RAVE ON MfD!
Right On, YBTW. Ditto!
Okay, it's the first day of a new year, and I'm feeling a little revolutionary!
"Reflection" is an important ingredient in the recipe for an activist. It helps determine the all important "direction" ! I think I'll recycle some oldie anti-establishment tunes.
Of course we can substitute "worker flag" in place of "freak flag", but then again, maybe we don't need to! But relevancy can still be found in fighting fear, learning to laugh, separating fact from fiction, and the realization that you owe it to someone, even if it's just to yourself, to fight for your fellow human being's right to a better world without rampant social injustices. This is what I get out of CSNY's (Crosby,Stills,Nash & Young) tune "Almost Cut My Hair". Maybe ya hadda be dare. That's "you had to be there" in case someone hasn't been to Dixie and is challenged in the southern linguistics!
CSNY's tune "Teach Your Children", reminds me how important our principles, morals, and beliefs are to our future and how important it is that we share our knowledge with each other in order to affect needed change.
Happy New Year everyone!
Artist: Crosby Stills Nash Young
Song Title:
"Almost Cut My Hair"
Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It's gettin kinda long
I coulda said it wasn't in my way
But I didn't and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
Cause I feel like I owe it to someone
Must be because I had the flu' for Christmas
And I'm not feeling up to par
It increases my paranoia
Like looking at my mirror and seeing a police car
But I'm not giving in an inch to fear
Cause I missed myself this year
I feel like I owe it to someone
When I finally get myself together
I'm going to get down in that sunny southern weather
And I find a place inside to laugh
Separate the wheat from the chaff
I feel like I owe it to someone
Artist: Crosby Stills Nash Young
Song Title:
"Teach Your Children"
You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good-bye.
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
Takin' It To The Streets
The Doobie Brothers
1976(?)
M. MacDonald
You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon, time will tell
You, tellin' me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
(1 X 4)
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
(1 X 4)
Not that I would ever rush out and by Brooks and Dunn, this is one song that rang true to a 'honky tonk' like me.
Lots of Honky Tonk Songs Out There, Aren't There?
~You Can't Take The Honky Tonk Out Of The Girl~
Yeah, Connie came back from her second cousins' wedding
First time she'd been home in a year or two
Just in time for rehearsal dinner
That crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes
Chorus:
Yeah, she lives in LA
She flies to New York city
That womans' been around the world
You can take that girl out of the Honky Tonk
But you can't take the Honky Tonk,
Take the honky tonk, out of the girl
Well, that dinner broke up at around 11:30
Boys went out to do what boys do
Connie says 'Hey girls, lets huddle up
Round something, 'bout a 100 proof'
Chorus
Well, at 9 a.m. out in front of that church
People going nuts looking for the groom
Somebody says - "hey by the way, where's Connie"
She's run off with that boy to Cancun
Chorus
-fade-
- BTW - No one can remove the honky tonk from the boy either...
I saw these guys live at my workplace last week. They're a Toronto punk band whose lead vocalist sounds sort of like Sid Vicious not-on-drugs. Here's a tune that connects.
Lies
Billy Talent
False conversation
Hidden agenda
You think we're stupid, how dare you
The rug has not been pulled
Over our eyes you fool
We can see right through
Tip-toeing villian
Eyes in the ceiling
Your false intentions have warn thin
But we've been in your room and in your closet too
We've got one on you
Lies make it better
Lies are forever
Lies to go home to
Lies you wake up to
Lies from the alter
Lies make you falter
Lies keep your mouth fed
Lies till your death bed
Lies
Inside an office, a fallen angel
A smilin boomer with snake eyes
Creates the latest trends
And i just can't pretend
Don't call me your friend
When all these
Lies make it better
Lies are forever
Lies to go home to
Lies you wake up to
Lies from the alter
Lies make you falter
Lies keep your mouth fed
Lies till your death bed
Lies they make it better
Lies they are forever
Lies to go home to
Lies you wake up to
Lies from the alter
Lies make you falter
Lies keep your mouth fed
Lies till your death bed
LIES!
Lies will come back to haunt you
Bulletproof your limosine
Lies will come back to haunt you
Hit and run, a broken dream
Lies make it better
Lies are forever
Lies to go home to
Lies to wake up to
Lies from the altar
Lies make you falter
Lies keep your mouth fed
Lies till your death bed
Lies they make it better
Lies they are forever
Lies to go home to
Lies you wake up to
Lies from the alter
Lies make you falter
Lies keep your mouth fed
Lies till your death bed
Lies
Code Of Silence
Bruce Springsteen/Joe Grushecky
-The Essential Bruce Springsteen-
There's a code of silence that we don't dare speak
There's a wall between us and the river's so deep
We keep pretending that there's nothing wrong
But there's a code of silence and it can't go on
Is the truth so elusive, so elusive you see
that it ain't enough
To bridge the distance between you and me
There's a list of grievance 100 miles long
There's a code of silence and it can't go on
Well, you walk with your eyes open
But your lips remained sealed
While the promises we made are broken
Beneath the truth we fear to reveal
Now I need to know now
I need to know what's goin' on, so c'mon
X2
There's a code of silence that we don't dare speak
There's a wall between us and the river's deep
We keep pretending that there's nothing wrong
But there's a 'code of silence' and it can't go on
chant and fade
www.brucespringsteen.net
I was fortunate to see this gentleman in concert in 1974. The ticket price was $9.50. There was a 50 cent service charge for a total of $10.00 - Canadian - and yes, I still do have my ticket stub...
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
George Harrison
1968
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know why someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I noticed it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
(guitar solo)
I don't know why you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know why you were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps
Life 101
The Overalls
Eighteen and ready to set the world on fire
Diploma says he made the grade
You can't tell him nothin' he don't already know
He think his dues have all been paid
But it's a jungle out there
They can eat you alive
He'll find the learning has just begun
Welcome to Life 101
It's Monday morning and it's the same old daily grind
The phones are ringin' off the wall
She never dreamed she'd be sittin' here
As she takes another call
She might have made it on Broadway
If she had only tried
But there's kids and bills and the laundry ain't done
Welcome to Life 101
Every day is a school day
No matter how old you are
Sometimes the test comes before the lesson
Welcome to Life 101
There's no passing the test of time
We all take our own course
It's never easy, some times it ain't fun
Welcome to Life 101
Where every day is a school day
No matter how old you are
Sometimes the test comes before the lesson
Welcome to Life 101
www.theoveralls.com
Get Together - Chet Powers
aka Dino Valenta
The Youngbloods
Love is but a song we sing
and fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
or make the angels cry
Tho' the bird is on the wing
and you may not know why
-Chorus-
C'mon people, now
Smile on your brother,
Ev'ry body get together
Try to love one another, right now
Some will come and some will go
and we shall surely pass
When the one that left us here
returns for us at last
We are but a moments sunlight
fading in the grass
Chorus
If you hear the song I sing
You will understand
You hold the key to love and fear
in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It's there at your command
Chorus
Valentine's Day
Bruce Springsteen
I'm driving a big lazy car rushin' up the highway in the dark
I got one hand steady on the wheel and one hand's tremblin' over my heart
It's pounding baby like it's gonna burst right on through
And it ain't gonna stop till I'm alone again with you
A friend of mine became a father last night
When we spoke in his voice I could hear the light
Of the skies and the rivers the timberwolf in the pines
And that great jukebox out on Route 39
They say he travels fastest who travels alone
But tonight I miss my girl mister tonight I miss my home
Is it the sound of the leaves
Left blown by the wayside
That's got me out here on this spooky old highway tonight
Is it the cry of the river
With the moonlight shining through
That ain't what scares me baby
What scares me is losin' you
They say if you die in your dreams you really die in your bed
But honey last night I dreamed my eyes rolled straight back in my head
And god's light came shinin' on through
I woke up in the darkness scared and breathin' and born anew
It wasn't the cold river bottom I felt rushing over me
It wasn't the bitterness of a dream that didn't come true
It wasn't the wind the grey fields I felt rushing through my arms
No no baby it was you
So hold me close honey say you're forever mine
All tell me you'll be my lonely 'valentine'...
~Difficult to find any 'valentines' songs, perhaps Duffman, may have another?~
Happy Hearts Day!
Ya'll Just A Bunch Of Big Sweethearts and Honey Do-s
Falling From Above
-Greendale-
Neil Young
2003
grandpa said to cousin, Jed
sittin' on the porch
"I won't retire
but I might retread
seems like that guy singin' this song
been doin' it for a long time
is there anything he knows
that he ain't said?
sing a song for freedom
sing a song for love
sing a song for depressed angels
falling from above"
grandpa held the paper
pretending he could see
but he couldn't read
without his glasses on
"how can all these people afford so many things
when I was young
people wore what they had on and mama said...
'a little love and affection
in everything you do
will make the world a better place
with or without you' "
a little love and affection
in everything you do
slammin' down a late night shot
the hero and the artist compared
goals and visions and afterthoughts
for the 21st century
but mostly, came up with nothin'
so truth was never learned
and the human race just kept rollin' on
rollin' through the fighting
rollin' through the religious wars
rollin' down the temple walls
and the church's exposed sores
rollin' through the fighting
the religious wars
mostly came up with nothing'
"grandpa here's your glasses
you'll see much better now",
said the young girl of edith and earls'
but grandpa just kept starin'
he was lost in some distant thought
then he turned and said
to that young girl
"a little love and affection
in everything you do
will make the world a better place
with or without you"
with or without you
a better place
with or without you
with or without you
hear that rooster crowin'
down on the double e
it's a new morning
dawning on the green
bouncing off the towers
and the sun's heading down for the streets
the business meeting
window shades are drawn
another morning edition
headed for the porch
because grandma puts down the paper
before grandpa raises his fork
a little love and affetion
in everything you do
with or without you
hear that rooster crowin'
down on the double e
Thanks ybtw, no one ever says thanks for singing to us, so thanks eh.
YAH YBTW-- i wish i could sing like you !!!!
i only make up stupid poems and make people
fight back and forth with dualing poets works.
BUT i put my thoughts down in a very similar way as you do.....your appreciated-scammer
posted by siggy:
Thanks ybtw, no one ever says thanks for singing to us, so thanks eh.
You are welcomed - really, no thanks are needed, I very much enjoy to do it. I do try (maybe some have noticed) to opt for a song that does have some relation to what is being posted during the week.
Personally, I do sing all the time...I make up words and sing songs to our dog, trees, fish, anything that will listen or I think is listening.
Good grief, too funny - I did mention to that spousal unit of mine, 'see, they thank me for singing - writing the words, see, see...'
~Reply - yes, well, they are fortunate they do not hear you wailing out at 4 in the morning some rendition of the american anthem, or that 'bruce' guy, or whatever it is you trying to sing at the moment...~
Music is the universal language - regardless of your race, sex, religion - everyone can understand a tune.
Returning thanks, thank you MFD
It is a wide open forum in which one can come to visit, post, login, or simply take a break and hum a tune or two.
Democracy - Leonard Cohen
It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens nights and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the USA
It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the USA
It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will starve and who will eat.
From the walls of disappointment
where women kneel to pray
for the grace of god in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the USA
Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on
It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the USA
It's coming from the women and the men
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the USA
Sail on, sail on...
I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that time cannot decay,
I'm the junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the USA
Oh the sisters of mercy
they are not forgotten or gone
They were waiting for me
when I thought that I just can't go on...
I take this opportunity to thank Yankee
(who sings like I do to rocks, trees & little bushes
& birds on long nocturnal walks)
I thank Scammer & Siggy & Remote
for their Love, Commitment & intelligence.
I thank God for the unquenchable spirit
of Freedom that lurches thru me
like bangin' boxcars in the yards
of life.
If music be the food of Love...play on!
Peace, Love n' Woodstock to you'all
The Good Old Hockey Game
- you guessed it - Stompin' Tom Connors
Hello out there, we're on the air
It's hockey night tonight
The tension grows, the whistle blows
And the puck goes down the ice
The goalie jumps and the players bump
The fans all go insane
The home crowd roars, Bobby scores
At the good old hockey game
Second period
Where the players dash with skates a flash
The home team trails behind
But they grab the puck and go bursting up
And they're down across the line
They storm the crease like bumble bees
They travel like a burning plane
We see them slide the puck inside
It's a one-one hockey game
Chorus
Third Period
Last game of the play offs too!
Oh take me where the hockey players
Face off down the rink
And the Stanley Cup is all filled up
For the champs who win the drink
Now the final flick of a hockey stick
And on one gigantic screen
Well, the puck is in, the home team wins
That good old hockey game
~and who remembers this~
I heard Harry singing this mornin' and I'm not sure why but it reminded me of union workers. Couldn't help paralleling it to the "island in the sun" our union fore_fathers and mothers built for us, all we had to do was maintain it and cherish it.
Instead of casting nets, greedy machineheads are choosing to rape our island. Could it be any more graphic than what dority has done to ufcw and unionism as a whole?
Harry Belafonte: Island in the Sun (# 30 in 1957)
quote:
Island In the Sun
This is my island in the sun
Where my people have toiled since time begun
I may sail on many a sea
Her shores will always be home to me
CHORUS
Oh, island in the sun
built to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand
As morning breaks the heaven on high
I lift my heavy load to the sky
Sun comes down with a burning glow
Mingles my sweat with the earth below
CHORUS
I see woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide
CHORUS
I pray the day will never come
When I can't awake to the sound of drum
Never let me miss carnival
With calypso songs philosophical
Talk To Me Of Freedom
Martin Whelan
- a Dublin fitter and Trade Unionist -
So talk to me of freedom,
When they take your sweat
And throw you on the dole,
Like a useless worn out bone.
They say to have no fear,
We've worked for 50 years
But they'll take your job if labor is cheaper.
Yes, they will
They'll take your job where labor is cheaper.
When he worked in the factory,
Times were good and overtime was plenty,
And life it seemed so fine,
Had the crack with the lads and a jar,
And worries seemed so far.
Life is just for living when you're 20
Life is just for living when you're 20
And then he settled down,
In a three bedroom in a new suburban town,
Did his duty like Mr. Jones.
The mortgage rent was paid,
Kids were fed and raised.
Life was different when he was 30
Yes, it was.
Life was different when he was 30
Then prices began to fall,
And the morning siren never more did call,
And he knew the anger of hate,
When they padlocked the factory gate,
Oh life was different when he was 40
Yes, it was.
Life was different when he was 40
Now each day is like yesterday,
His driftwood spirit lies upon the shore,
He's been to retraining schools,
Learned how to use new tools,
But he's still unemployed and 50
Yes, he is.
He's unemployed and 50
So talk to me of freedom
When they take your sweat
And throw you on the dole,
Like a useless worn out bone.
They say to have no fear,
We've worked for 50 years
But they'll take your job if labor is cheaper
Yes, they will
They'll take your job where labor is cheaper
this song may not be the traditional type of post but you know what sometimes it is good to have a laugh and relax and never take ourselves too seriously.
Don't Worry, Be Happy
From the Movie "Cocktails"
Performed by Bobby McFerrin
Here is a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy......
Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The land lord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy
Look at me I am happy
Don't worry, be happy
Here I give you my phone number
When you worry call me
I make you happy
Don't worry, be happy
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got not girl to make you smile
But don't worry be happy
Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy (now).....
There is this little song I wrote
I hope you learn it note for note
Like good little children
Don't worry, be happy
Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
But when you worry
You make it double
Don't worry, be happy......
Don't worry don't do it, be happy
Put a smile on your face
Don't bring everybody down like this
Don't worry, it will soon past
Whatever it is
Don't worry, be happy
folks out there you gotta lighten up, maybe this will assist you.
Roll Another Number (For The Road)
Neil Young
It's too dark to put the key in my ignition
and the mornin' sun has yet to climb my hood ornament
But before too long I might see those flashing red lights
Look out mama, cause I'm comin' home tonight
Chorus
I think I'll roll another number for the road
I feel able to get under any load
Though my feet aren't on the ground
I've been standing on the sound
Of some open hearted people goin' down
I'm not goin' back to Woodstock for a while
Though I long to hear that lonesome hippie smile
I'm a million miles away from that helicopter day
No, I don't think I'll be goin' back that way
Chorus
yankeebythewater
Neil Young, I am Canadian, I believe you struck a chord.
Back at you...
I think the chords are D G A - slide an E7
I actually have some rare Neil where he sings the song 'Greensleeves' and a version of Otis Reddings' - Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay.
Neil Young is an odd character. He was born in Canada, choose the USA to live - I guess one to many losses in the Juno awards caused him to do that, don't ya think?
Oddly enough, after I heard this song on the radio tonight, I thought of some of the goings-on in this forum.
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NOBODY TOLD ME
John Lennon
Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothin going on
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China, so finish what you got
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed, strange days indeed
Everybody's runnin and no one makes a move
Well everybody's a winner and nothing left to lose
There's a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu
Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground
Well everybody's crying and no one makes a sound
There's a place for us in movies, you just gotta stay around
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed, most peculiar mama
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's UFO's over in New York and I ain't too surprised
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed, most peculiar mama
Great song, Duffman! Here is another ~ John.
Rain On The Scarecrow
John Mellencamp and George Green
Scarecrow on a wooden cross Blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did My Grampa cleared the land
When I was five I walked the fence while my Grampa held my hand
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son, I'm just sorry there's no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land
He said John it's my job and I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight
And Gramma's on the front porch swing with a bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing "Take Me To The Promised Land"
When you take away a mans' dignity he can't work his fields or cows
There'll be blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my Grampa and my neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin' like that scarecrow in the rain
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation This land made me proud
And Son, I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow
Whew....just finished 6 aft shifts "down ta' mill". A sunny Thursday morning and a day off. It's been a hard week for us in the IWA. Especially Local 1-3567. Nominations for ADM. CLC sanctions. Possibility of Haggard jumping ship to the Liberals. Possibility of merger to Steelworkers. Possibility of "mediation" prospects. Lots of possibilities! It reminds me of a song or two. I got the Boss on the headset and a cooler in my hand. Gotta unwind...
a snippet from "Badlands"
Badlands, you gotta live it everyday
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you gotta pay
We'll keep pushin' till it's understood
and these badlands start treating us good
Workin' in the fields
till you get your back burned
Workin' neath the whell
til you get your facts learned
Learned real good right now
Baby I got my facts
You better get it straight darling
Poor man wanna be rich
rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied
til he rules everything
I wanna go out tonight
I wanna find out what I got
Well I believe in the love that you gave me
I believe in the love that you gave me
I believe in the faith that could save me
I believe in the hope
and I pray that some day
It may raise me above these......badlands..chorus
For the ones who had a notion
a notion deep inside
That it ain't no sin
to be glad you're alive
I wanna find one face
that ain't lookin' through me
I wanna find one place
I wanna spit in the face of these badlands.
(stay hard..stay hungry..stay alive!)
Scabs - Anne Feeney (BMI)
THERE'S AN ALIEN LIFE FORM BEEN CREEPIN ROUND MY JOB SITE
THEY LOOK ALMOST HUMAN, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT THEM AIN'T RIGHT
THEY CAN CROSS RIGHT OVER A PICKET LINE
PAY NO ATTENTION TO A PICKET SIGN -- THEY'RE
Scabs, *scabs* --
The lowest life form found in nature's lab
They've got no brains, they've got no heart
Scabs are tearing our communities apart
THEY MIGHT BE REPTILIAN, THE BLOOD FLOWS LIKE ICE IN THEIR VEINS
OR EXTRATERRESTRIAL RECYCLERS THAT USE SH#T FOR BRAINS
NOW WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO HAVE THE RIGHT TO STRIKE
WHEN COMPANIES CAN DO ANYTHING THEY LIKE? LIKE USING:
Scabs, *scabs* --
The lowest life form found in nature's lab
They've got no brains, they've got no heart
Scabs are tearing our communities apart
BEFORE WE HADUNIONS, LET ME TELL YOU, CONDITIONS WERE BAD
UNDERSTAFFED, OVERWORKED, UNDERPAID TIL WE FINALLY GOT MAD
BUT NOW IF WE WALK OUT TO PROTECT OUR RIGHTS
THEY'LL JUST GIVE OUR JOBS TO THOSE PARASITES-- TO THOSE:
Scabs, *scabs* --
The lowest life form found in nature's lab
They've got no brains, they've got no heart
Scabs are tearing our communities apart
I COULD PUKE WATCHING CO WORKERS TURNED INTO WEASELS AND TRAITORS
THEY MUST BE 'POD PEOPLE' HATCHED BY THOSE CORPORATE RAIDERS
(AND INSIDER TRADERS)
OUR LABOR LAWS ARE CRAZY, THEY'RE SO DAMN TWO-FACED
THEY SAY I HAVEN'T BEEN FIRED, JUST ‘PERMANENTLY REPLACED' BY
Scabs, *scabs* --
The lowest life form found in nature's lab
AW,
LISTEN TO YOUR MOMMA, THIS ISN'T IDLE GAB
YOU'RE PRETTY DAMN LOW ON THE FOOD CHAIN
WHEN YOU THINK YOU'VE GOTTA GRAB
YOUR STRIKING NEIGHBOR'S JOB – I GUESS YOU GOTTA BE A ..... scab
Hear it sung and Order "Unionmaid"
Here is good song of American South where peoples just wants to be happy and free:
Handcuffed To A Fence In Mississippi
©1998 Jim White
I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi.
My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss.
I see flying squirrels and nightmares of stigmata.
Then awakening to find my Trans-Am gone.
Still, I'm feeling pretty good about the future.
Yeah, everything is peaches but the cream.
I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi,
where things is always better than they seem.
Things is always better than they seem.
I see the guitar that my cousin played in prison,
floating with the tv in the swimming pool.
I'm calling for the owner of the motel,
then noticing the bloodstain on the door.
I'm reaching for the shoes under the bushes,
just in time to hear the sirens sing.
I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi,
where things is always better than they seem.
Things is always better than they seem.
You know freedom's just a stupid superstition,
'cause life's a highway that you travel blind.
It's true that having fun's a terminal addiction.
What good is happiness, when it's just a state of mind?
For in the prison of perpetual emotion,
we're all shackled to the millstone of our dreams.
Me, I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi,
where things is always better than they seem.
Things are always better than they seem.
here is home page:
http://www.luakabop.com/jim_white/
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Somehow or other, I ended up down on the Lower East Side, in Alphabet City, which back then was more of a big wide open gutter of humanity, not like it is now, all trendy and meek.. I found a place there, one room about the size of half a dime next to a sweet, frail little hermit man damn near a hundred years old by the name of Smolynsky. Once or twice a week he'd emerge into the darkened hallway and come tap-tap-tapping on my door with his milk bottle glasses and bristly, skeletal, unshaved faced, asking sweetly would I do this or that for him, which I would. Buttermilk at the corner bodega. Crutch tips at the drug store. That sort of thing. I'd been there about six months when this incident I'm about to tell you about happened. It was March 9th 1989. I remember the date exactly because it happened on my birthday.
I find funny, because at same time in 1989 I also live in Alphabet City, with many other strange peoples like said (and many peoples from Ukrania USSR!). Was one man play guitar with only three strings and no teeth, a bum who say name was "Don Houston" if is to be believed, but also to accompany was beautiful student girl on violin when play on sidewalk. Also was homeless man with bad leg, who live on corner who was filmmaker who had prize but was now sick with bad leg which I give money and talk to. But he die. Is only so much can do. Many stories in Alphabet City.
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I think really really really the whole American ideal of the proper family life being, you know, you always take your promotion at your job even if it takes you away from your roots. America is very uprooted. When you get to that new town you have no family there or purpose of being. It's like a plant with no roots, if the wind blows, it's going to blow it away. I think America is a country without a lot of roots. That's why I like the South so much because I feel that the roots are a little deeper, there's culture and foundation. People blow away less in the South than other places, but it still has some of the fine qualities of America in that the people aren't entrenched and there isn't a cultural inertia.
Them "good 'ol boys" always seem to incorporate agriculture into their philosophy don't they?
Some may remember the little band out of Flint, Michigan who were snubbed by most of the music critics of their time, even the all powerful Rolling Stone Magazine. They didn't follow the traditional paths of the industry, although these paths were prominately marked and easily traveled.Their musical messages went to the top of the charts even though they received very little air time from the syndicated radio stations. They chose the festival scene and actually took it to the people. I was privileged to have the opportunity to see them perform at the Atlanta Pop Festival where they did one of their first promotional gigs for free. The band was Grand Funk Railroad and although the mainstream didn't like them, the people sure did and they earned their place in the "good 'ol boys" southern rock hall of fame.
Sin's A Good Man's Brother
Ain't seen a night, things work out right, go by.
Things on my mind, and I just don't have the time, and it don't seem right.
Ain't seen a day, that I don't hear people say, they know they're gonna' die.
This may seem a little bit crazy, but I don't think you should be so lazy.
If you think you've heard this before, well, stick around I'm gonna' tell you more.
One just like the other, sin's a good man's brother, but is that right?
You tell me that I don't, then I say I won't, but then I might.
You said this is the way it's supposed to be, but it just don't seem right to me, and that's outta' sight.
Some folks need an education, don't give up, or we'll loose the nation.
You say we need a revolution? It seems to be the only solution.
Holy Mother Russia. Is internet amazing. I find web page about bum Don Houston and violin girl:
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During high school she studied violin with Richard Errante, a student of the great teacher Rafael Bronstein Hardy later studied with Bronstein at the Manhattan School of Music when he was ninety years old.
During her first year at the Manhattan School of Music, Hardy hooked up with a boyfriend who introduced her to harder drugs. She took a year off school and started hanging out in Washington Square Park with street musicians like Don Houston, who became her mentor.
With a beat-up guitar slung across his back, gray-haired, bushy-bearded Houston was a fixture of the Village street scene. "Don was a troubadour of the streets," Heather says. "He looked like one of the furry freak brothers and had more soul than anybody-just a great singer. He sat me down and broke me out of the whole classical mold. He'd just scream for me to feel it and not think about the notes."
Hardy spent that summer playing in the streets and subways with Houston and spending her daily earnings on life's necessities, which by then included heroin. She was spotted by The Crunge, a rock band fronted by a female singer who also sang back-up for Michelle Shocked. The Crunge took Hardy to record with them at Vital Music Studio on East 10th Street. She became a popular east village session musician, playing with everyone from folk singers to punk bands with names like Rats of Unusual Size.
http://www.blues2000.net/portfolio/simronprod/heather/hharticles/bluesrevue.htm
Is funny feeling. I much like violin girl and Don Houston. For many years I feel is part of my private experience to watch them in obscurity. But turns out is everywhere now where is internet!
Kind of like knowing Bob Dylan before he was big time, eh?
Not like Bob Dylan, although Bob Dylan also live in Alphabet City in 1962 on same street. Not important to be famous. Many people from Alphabet City in 1980's dead now, and nobody know there names. I have friend who live in homeless shelter now in Alphabet City on Avenue D and is not wanting to live. Was once schoolteacher. No one can help because he don't care. Many stories in Alphabet City and even with all the writing of alphabet - more than can tell.
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posted by Valubia Szeznetovich:
No one can help because he don't care. Many stories in Alphabet City and even with all the writing of alphabet - more than can tell.[/QB]
Perhaps, 'he' had some problems with Mary...Often Mary 'acts like she don't remember, Mary acts like she don't care'?
Perhaps, 'he'd been around a time or two, I don't know, maybe you have been around too'.
Perhaps, Wail On Out The Alphabet....
ABCD EFG HIJK LOMNP
QRSTUV
WXY and
Z
Join in the chorus of ABC.
Reminds me of Waylon Jennings...not that it was ABC...something about Texas - getting back to the basics of life...Willie was there...and the boys...
ah, heck - lets throw GFR - they were the "American Band" yep - even heard them in Northern British Columbia...
11 days with funking, I gotta tell you, the funk is here to sing!
Van Morrison
Tupelo Honey
You can take all the tea in China
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail right around the seven oceans
Drop it straight into the deep blue sea
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee
You can't stop us on the road to freedom
You can't keep us 'cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor bent on chivalry
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee
You can't stop us on the road to freedom
You can't stop us 'cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor intent on chivalry
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee
You know she's alright
You know she's alright with me
She's alright, she's alright (she's an angel)
You can take all the tea in China
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail it right around the seven oceans
Drop it smack dab in the middle of the deep blue sea
Because she's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
She's an angel of the first degree
She's as sweet as tupelo honey
Just like the honey, baby, from the bee
She's my baby, you know she's alright.....
Van Morrison, Joe Cocker, B.B. King
Need I comment?
*****
Five Star
in my lingo on this bb.
Sure, by all means you should comment, why not?
Joe Cocker is still within my realms of friendship, I 'Get By With A Little Help From My Friends'
Van Morrison - yeah - there will always be that 'brown eyed girl'...
B.B. King - with the best..et al.
Keep
Keep Shining
Knowing You Can
Count On MFD
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Five Star
in my lingo on this bb.
The smokier I get...
Hey Yankee it was NIGHTS !
Good Grief! Hope you are not working on any 'Night Moves' as depending on your location, the moon will be full.
A friend of mine - studies the stars
Remote Viewers are all right tonight
...to be continued...
We'll all just work on the night moves and hope for the best when autumn comes closing in on the hollywood nights.
Ain't it strange how the night moves....
[QUOTE] [Ain't it strange how the night moves/QUOTE]
A song written about the Toronto streets at NIGHT.
Are you sure your a Yankee?
"Night Moves"
Bob Seger
--aint' it funny how the night moves...when you just don't seem to have too much to loose..strange how the night moves--
"Yankee" sure - Yankee is alive, by the water - eh, how could you ever doubt a YANKEE by the water.
And no, I am not of chinese origin...it is not Yan Kee.
And so it's true
Pride comes before the fall
I'm telling you so that
You won't lose all
John Lennon
John L3nn0n, Bab Seger and Vat Morrison? Is everbody here 90 years old? I would make suggest, if look for new good music ideas, try suicide girls journals, because they are good taste and fresh. Many bands to discvoer. Also in books.
In refer to recent develope of Iraq, I suggest "Ashes of American Flags" of Wilco:
The cash machine is blue and green
For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
We want a good life with a nose for things
the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering
I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue
Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees
every time I hear a doorbell ring
I shake like a toothache
every time I hear myself sing
All my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I would like to salute
the ashes of American flags
And all the fallen leaves
filling up shopping bags
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posted by Valubia Szeznetovich:
John L3nn0n, Bab Seger and Vat Morrison? Is everbody here 90 years old? I would make suggest, if look for new good music ideas, try suicide girls journals, because they are good taste and fresh. Many bands to discvoer.
In my language it is John Lennon, Bob Seger, and Van Morrison. Speaking for myself, no I am not 90 years old, perhaps other people that take the time to post on this site are. I don't care if they are 19 years old, or 100 years old, it does not matter to me.
Music Is The Universal Language
No, I probably will never listen to the girls of suicide journal, however, that is not to say they are not good.
When I ventured into this forum, I read the posts-etc., and realized that there was an opportunity for people on this site to relax, breathe - sit back, take a spell..I thought of Song For The Week.
As with any forum, television, radio - any media...you simply 'click' or 'turn the dial' to the environment of your choice, whatever suits your fancy.
No one forces you to read a newspaper, listen to a radio, or read anything on MFD - you make that choice.
BTW - Have a clear listen to Bruce Springsteen, John Prine, Neil Young and for good measure kick in some bagpipes and polka music.
I don't know how old you are VS but this 90 year old has a 19 year old in whose CD collection you can find amongst the Dropkick Murphy's,AFI and Anti-Flag, Neil Young,Who,Floyd ect.
Here's a tune his band decided to open with just after the start of the Iraq war.
The promoters promptly pulled the power to their mikes, almost causing a small riot.
The reason: They did not like the content of what they where playing I can't imagine what these promoters would have done if they had played one of their own called "Jesus on a bun". 
War Pigs Black Sabbath
Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord Yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave thier role to the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah
Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
And as God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord Yeah!
Ah, Sabbath. Does that take me back to my misspent youth or what? Great tune that War Pigs was.
Now you've just gotta post the lyrics to J. on a Bun. Let's have 'em!
I don't recall if I ever posted this - my #2 fave Springsteen tune - before, but here it is anyway. I heard it on the radio today and it's so cool. If you've ever hung out on the edge of North American culture, you gotta relate to this on some level. If you've never heard it before, you gotta check it out. The music makes it as much as the lyrics.
Jungleland
Bruce Springsteen
The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane
Well the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids 'round there live just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland
The midnight gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair city light
Man there's an opera out on the turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops
Cherry tops
Rips this holy night
The street's alive
As secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanish unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switchblades
Hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock and roll bands
That face off against each other in the street
Down in Jungleland
In the parking lot the visionaries
Dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records that the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers
Struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one look and a whisper
And they're gone
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal
And then surrender
In the tunnels uptown
The Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the street's on fire
In a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife
They reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland
Hero
Nickelback & Josey Scott
I am so high, I can hear heaven
I am so high, I can hear heaven
No heaven, no heaven, don't hear me
And they say that a hero can save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as they all fly away
Someone told me love will save us
But how can that be, look what love gave us
A world full of killing, and blood spilling
That world never came
And they say that a hero can save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as they all fly away
Now that the world isn't ending, its love that I'm sending to you
It isn't the love of a hero, and that why I fear it won't do
And they say that a hero can save us
I'm not gonna stand here and wait
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles
Watch as they all fly away
And they're watching us
(Watching us)
As they all fly away
Sam Stone
John Prine
"I was a mailman and there was this radio on top of one of the guys case that had been dropped or fell off several times. It was bandaged up with black electricians tape. That broken radio combined with a lot of other stuff running around my mind made me write this song. Wrote it on my mail route, I just hoped I could play all the chords to it when I got home. "
Sam Stone came home to his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he'd served
Had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knee
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew around his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back
Chorus:
There's a hole in Daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
And Jesus Christ died for nothin'
I suppose
Little pictures have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
On broken radios
Sam Stones' welcome home
Didn't last too long
He went to work
When he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealin'
When he got that empty feelin'
For a hundred dollar habit
Without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours
That he'd chose
While the kids ran around
Wearing other peoples' clothes
Chorus
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hoverin' in the air
But life had lost its' fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought
On the GI bill
For a flag draped casket
On a local heroes' hill
Chorus
That is a sad song of a fallen hero. In the course of the circular life stream I have encountered veterans, including those of Vietnam who have holes in their arms.
Once when I was on the low end of the ladder I was working with some vets who had problems. One was a ex-marine, who while I was knowing him, got in a bar fight and had his nose bit off. This terrible thing was done by the brother of a town cop, so he got away with it. The last time I saw this guy he was working as a highway toll-booth attendent, and he didn't have a replacement nose yet because he was poor still. This is terrible because imagine how bad the car fumes are without a nose. In Iraq, Saddam would cut off the ears of men who he said were traitors and let them live in shame. Now they are getting new ears. I guess it takes a war to get a new facial piece. Otherwise - forget it. It was terrible because now he looked like a monster. But really, the guy who bit off his nose and got away with it was a real life monster - a horrendous racist crew-cut thug. One of the few people I have ever met who I would be tempted to classify as sub-human.
Another one I known was a Vietnam Veteran. He was not a combat veteran but worked as a Military Policemen. Unfortunately, this did not shield him from violence because he once had to kill a *boy* in Saigon who had a hand grenade by shooting him. They didn't have 9mm's back then. I think MP's carried 45's. Stopping power. Get the picture?
When I knew him he was a drunk/druggie who lived in a welfare motel. A welfare motel is a old hotel that the County pays the owner to let poor people live in, plus other people.
During the time I was knowing him, his mother dies and he got $35,000 inheritance. He blew it all in three weeks on booze, hookah bizatches, Hawaiian shirts and gambling! Carpe Diem, I guess. Atlantic City, here I come.
Here is a 'young' fellow who has been instrumental in bringing music into the computer age
Scroll down after the map - second box - listen ~ you'll find Greendale.
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This a protest song written by B. Strong/N. Whitfield. A song made popular by the late Edwin Starr. Bruce Springsteen also released his version of:
WAR
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothin'
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothin'
War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War is the enemy of all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
Handed down from generation to generation
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothin'
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothin'
War is something I despise
For it means destruction of innocent lives
For it means tears in thousands of mothers' eyes
When their sons go out to fight to give their lives
Induction destruction
Who wants to die
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothin'
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothin'
War has shattered many young mens' dreams
Made them disabled, bitter, and mean
Life is too precious to be fighting wars each day
War can't give life, it can only take it away
War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
Peace, love, and understanding
There must be some place for these things today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But lord there's got to be a better way
That's better than
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothin'
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothin'
The victory is ours at last. Here's a song to think of in light of most recent Iraq. It is to be remembered that the celebrity star of the torture photos, the tiny happy woman soldier, Lynndie England, is reputedly engaged to, and is the dupe of one of the MP's also involved in the torture, Charles Graner. Sir Mr. Graner, a prison guard in civilian life, has had three orders of protection issued by judges to keep him away from his ex-wife.
quote:
dear unlock the door
you're acting like a child
when you've said it yourself
we are at war
how dare you turn on me now
right when i need you most
i wish i could have seen their faces when they heard the news
now that's the sort of smack that leaves a bruise
the victory is ours at last
i beat them at their own dirty game
they pervert the words of godly men
for their own selfish gain
i took their wrong and i took their lies
and i made them right, i made them right
oh, look who it is
it's my supportive wife
and she thinks she's going to squeal
hey where do you think you're going?
don't you walk away from me
you put down that telephone
you're not calling anyone
This is an excellent song by seattle-based christian emo rocker Pedro the Lion which has the misfortune to live in a nation of backwoods pig-fuckers auditioning for the Jerry Springer show, mostly via blogging.
quote:
"You get a burning in your stomach, a rush, a feeling of hot lead running through your veins, and you get a sense of power," Strong said. "Imagine wearing point-blank body armor, an M-16 and all the power in the world, and the authority of God. That power is very addictive.
http://www.smirkingchimp.com/print.php?sid=16116
Lucky Town
Bruce Springsteen
House got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I don't know just where I'm going tonight
Out where the sky's been cleared by a good hard rain
There's somebody callin' my secret name
Chorus:
I'm going down to Lucky Town
Going down to Lucky Town
I wanna lose these blues I've found
Down in Lucky Town
Down in Lucky Town
Had a coat of fine leather and snakeskin boots
But that coat always had a thread hangin' loose
Well I pulled it one night and to my surprise
It led me right past your house and over the rise
Chorus
I had some victory that was just failure in deceit
Now the joke's comin' up through the soles of my feet
I been a long time walking on fortune's cane
Tonight I'm steppin' lightly and feelin' no pain
Well here's to your good looks baby now here's to my health
Here's to the loaded places that we take ourselves
When it comes to luck you make your own
Tonight I got dirt on my hands but I'm building me a new home
Down in Lucky Town . . .
Here is one of my favorite artists, a great songwriter, John Prine.
For all those lucky folks that live in the south, Johnny will be, tomorrow, in Vicksburg at the Vicksburg Auditorium with Todd Snider.
Saturday, in Memphis, TN -
The Sins of Memphisto
From the cd - The Missing Years
Weona Music (BMI)
Chorus:
From the bells of St. Mary
To the Count of Monte Cristo
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
The sins of Memphisto
Sally used to play with her hula hoops
Now she tells her problems to therapy groups
Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake
Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake
I'm sitting on the front steps drinking orange crush
Wondering if it's possible for me to still blush
Uh huh ... oh yeah
A boy on a bike with courderoy slacks
Sleeps in the river by the railroad tracks
He waits for the whistle on the train to scream
So he can close his eyes and begin to dream
Uh huh ... oh yeah
Chorus
The hands on his watch spin slowly around
With his mind on a bus that goes all over town
Looking at the babies and the factories
And listening to the music of mister squeeze
As if by magic or remote control
He finds a piece of a puzzle
That he missed in his soul
Uh huh ... oh yeah
Chorus
Adam and Eve and Lucy and Ricky
Bit the big apple and got a little sticky
Esmeralda and the Hunchback of Notre Dame
They humped each other like they had no shame
They paused as they posed
for a polaroid photo
She whispered in his ear
"Exactly Odo Quasi Modo"
Chorus . . .
oh shit. i just found this.
http://www.hellfireltd.com/mp3/backwoods_nation.mp3
more pedro the lion. jesus. did he read that last post?
if you need a laugh after that, try this;
http://www.pythonline.com/plugs/idle/FCCSong.mp3
The Good Old Fashioned Way
George Mann 1998
They say that corporate power is much too great today
That humans are irrelevant, like dinosaurs, passe
We've got to do our research, find what works and I dare say
We'll build our mighty unions in the good old-fashioned way
Maybe you remember life before the computer age
And it's difficult to focus on our goals with all our rage
But 60 years ago a wave of lightning filled the air
As our unions worked together, kicked the boss back up the stairs
Yeah, we've got to do our homework, if we want to win the war
Because the boss is doing his in hopes of taking back some more
So your computer keyboard sure can help today
But we'll rebuild our unions in the good old-fashioned way
Out in the work force everyday, I know you've got it hard
And each of you deserves to proudly hold your union card
So keep thinking, keep on fighting, someday soon we'll say
We rebuilt our might union s in the goo old-fashioned way
Such fancy tools technology has put into our hands
And now we can compete with corporate power throughout the land
But there's no modern substitute, the workers must hold sway
We'll build our modern unions in the goo old-fashioned way
Yeah, we've got to do our homework, if we want to win the war
Because the boss is doing his in hopes of taking back some more
So your computer keyboard sure can help today
But we'll rebuild our unions in the good old-fashioned way
I'm probably too old to be a Hip-Hop fan, but this song by The Black Eyed Peas is stuck in my CD player and in my head.
quote:
Where Is The Love?
What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love
It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'
in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't really know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't really know)
Where's the love, y'all
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
Now ask yourself
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Duffman - Black Eyed Peas will be on Saturday Night Live tomorrow, a repeat from January. Hosted by Jennifer Aniston. Hip-Hop and check your local listings, maybe you can catch them
There is no song. I have an article I would like to pass on that is in connection with music.
I have tried to contact the writer to no avail and I sincerely hope I have not two stepped. My apologies if I have.
I love rap. It's rebel music and there isn't enough of that happening today. Here's a good tune from...
2Pac (Tupac Shakur)
Rebel Of The Underground
Rebel.. rebel.. REBEL
Rebel.. rebel..
They just can't stand the reign, or the occasional pain from a man like me, who goes against the grain
Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble
Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel
Cold as the devil
Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level
They came to see the maniac psychopath
The critics heard of me, and the aftermath
I don't give a damn and it shows
And when I do a stage show I wear street clothes
So they all know me
The lyrical lunatic, the maniac emcee
I give a shout out to your homies
And maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G
On the streets or on TV
It just don't pay to be, a truth tellin MC
They won't be happy till I'm banned
The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man
So point blank in your face, pump up the bass and join the human race
I throw peace to the Bay
Cause from the Jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way
You know you gotta love the sound
It's from the rebel -- the rebel of the underground
Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground [4X]
Now I'm face to face with the devils
Cause they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto
And police brutalit shit it put you in the nip and call it technicality
So you reap what you sow
So reap the wrath of the rebel, jackin em up once mo'
Now the fox is in the henhouse, creepin up on your daughter
While you sleep I got her sneakin out
Tupac ain't nuttin nice
I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna
Now I'm up to no good
The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could
So sit and slip into the sound
Peep the rebel -- the rebel of the underground
Rebel he's a rebel, rebel of the underground [4X]
They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down
I guess they scared of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground
But I never let it get me
I just make another record bout the punks tryin to sweat me
In fact, they tryin to keep me out
Try to censor what I say cause they don't like what I'm talkin bout
So what's wrong with the media today?
Got brothers sellin out cause they greedy to get paid
But me, I'm comin from the soul
And if it don't go gold, my story still gettin toldAnd that way they can't stop me
And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy
It's sloppy, don't even try to
I'm a slave to the rhythm, and I'm about to fly through
So yo to the people in the ghetto
When ya hear the bass flow, go ahead and let go
Now everybody wanna gangbang
They talkin street slang, but the punks still can't hang
They makin records bout violence
But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent
It kinda make you wanna think about that ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out
But 2Pacalpyse is straight down
So feel the wrath of the rebel -- the rebel of the underground
Tupac is a rebel, rebel of the underground [8X]
So really to take offense to the Courtney bashers I'd have to disagree with the way Kurt checked out, where the line is drawn from Brian Jones - at least she got him out of the pool if not his own passivity, and the songs on the new CD are good although the guitar playing is not so hot:
Mono
Hey yeah we had everything
Vinyl in mono
And we looked the other way man
We were so dumb
Is this the part in the book that you wrote
Where I gotta come and save the day
Did you miss me
Did you miss me
Well they say that rock is dead
And they're probably right
99 girls in the pit
Did it have to come to this
Oh god you owe me one more song
So i can prove to you that
I'm so much better than him
Oh god just gonna listen fast
Here comes the crash
We're gonna rise above
We're gotta smash it up
You won't abandon us again
Give us brilliant boys that we wanna fuck man
Full of ecstasy, hard drugs and bad luck
Yeah yeah yeah
Turn the lights back on
You burn so hard
But you won't burn long
Three chords in your pocket tonight
Are you, you the one
With the spark to bring my punk rock back
And i dont think so
Oh god i wanna hear you say
I wanna hear you say that you're sorry again
Oh god you owe me one more song
So I could prove to you
That I'm so much better than them
Oh god I'd give you anything
To hear you say that I was right
And you were wrong
Oh god before i leave this life
Now enable us to love
A hook is never gonna come
Just give it back to me
Blow out all of the lights tonight
Two million miles down the PCH
(and now he's gone)
I slashed his tires, i bled his brakes
(it had to be done)
Their hand job lives were just too cruel
You merciless villlan
We drowned them all in their swimming pools
Run away run away run away yeah
Oh god i wanna hear you say
I wanna hear you say that you were wrong again
Oh god i wanna hear you say i wanna hear you say
That i am so much better than you
Oh god you owe us one more song
Get out my life, see this world as it really is
Is it just a sad side show
Can make a hooker cum
And enable us to love
I need one thing that's divine
Let me hear it tonight
Let me hear it tonight
I've got to hear it tonight
You're gonna let me hear the lost cord tonight, yeah
The Big Payback
Bruce Springsteen
From the cd - The Essential Bruce Springsteen
(bonus track)
I bought a scooter and I rented a shack
Out in the sun, by the railroad track
I got a job and I'm a breakin' my back
Workin' and workin' for the big payback
I keep a puttin' and puttin' out
I keep a sweatin' like all get out
I work so long that I'm a losin' track
Waitin', waitin' on the big payback
Well, it is ram, bam, thank you ma'am, god damn, look out Sam
It's a gone dead train rumblin' down this track
They got your neck in the noose, you're draggin' long in the back
Chasin' and chasin' the big payback
Oh what my foreman does, well, I don't know
He just throws me a shovel and yells "Go, Bobby, Go"
Oh well, all day long he's just a diddy wack wack
While I'm a sweatin' and sweatin' the big payback
Well, it's a ram, bam, thank you ma'am, god damn, look out Sam
It's a gone dead train rumblin' down the track
They got your neck in the noose, your hands are tied up in back and you're
Workin' and workin' for the big payback
I quit that job, and mister I ain't goin' back
Got me a knife and she's a long and black
I'll tell you how I make my piece at night Mac
Down in the alley of the big payback
I go a wham, bam, thank you ma'am, god damn, c'mon man
You're a gone dead train rumblin' down this track
I got your neck in the noose and I don't give a damn, Jack
I'm on that gone lost highway of the big payback
I'm on that gone lost highway of the big payback
Some kind soul has a brilliant version of a song written by John Prine. He wrote it after seeing John Prine at Edinburgh Queens Hall. I'd like to share it with you.
Dear Abby
Dear Abby, Dear Abby
Don't that beat it all
I've just seen John Prine
Down at the Queens' Hall
There's something I have to get off my chest
Of singer/songwriters John Prine is the best
Signed Ecstatic
Ecstatic, Ecstatic
Your thinkin's too slow
Try telling us something that we didn't know
Well Kris may be handsome and Dylan is fine
But the best of them all is the one called John Prine
Dear Abby, Dear Abby
He sang "Chain of Sorrow"
At the concert last night
In old Edinboro
His voice may be gruff and his voice may be deep
But his songs are the kind that make growin' men weep
Signed The Sizzler
O Sizzler, O Sizzler
Your thinkin's too slow
Try telling us something that we didn't know
If anyone doubts you then make no mistake
They'll be sittin' at the bottom of the Bottomless Lake
Dear Abby, Dear Abby
It sure makes me gladder
To hear John Prine sing
The 'happy enchalada'
You don't think it's maybe goin' too far
To think that John Prine is the world's greatest star
Signed Sam Stoner
Sam Stoner, Sam Stoner
Now don't get me wrong
But the drugs that you're takin'
May just be too strong
Get out of the daylight, get into your bed
Lay off the cocaine, try Benelyin instead
Signed Dear Abby
With any luck, you may actually receive music here.
Lets put on the cowboy boots/hat and wait for Dwight. . .
Every now and again, with some luck, we stumble across new songwriters. Here is one I recently stumbled across and would like to share.
After The Rain
Dave Ingerson
More Here
here's a pretty damn good song:
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I still have a flame gun
For the cute cute cute ones
And I saw your hand
With a loose grip
On a tight ship
I still have a flame gun
For the cute ones
To burn out all your tricks
And I saw your hand
With a loose grip
On a very tight ship
And I know
That in the cold light
There's a very big man
Thereąs a very big man
Leading us into
Temptation
Jackson, Jesse, Iąve got a son in me
Jackson, Jesse, Iąve got a son in me
And he's related to you
He's related to you
He is waiting to meet you
He's related to you
He's related to you
He is dying to meet you
Backhand, role reversal
Where is someone
Backhand, reversable roles
I know there's someone
I still have a flame gun
For the cute ones
To burn out all your tricks
And I saw your hand
With a loose grip
On such a tight ship
And I know that in the cold light
Is a very big man
Leading us into
Temptation
Jackson, Jesse, Iąve got a son in me
Jackson, Jesse, Iąve got the son in me
And he's related to you
He's related to you
He is waiting to meet you
He's related to you
He's related to you
He is dying to meet you
He's related to you, he's related to you
He's related to you, he's nude as the news
Nude as the news, nude as the news, nude as the news
All over, all over, all over, all over, all over, all over, all over you
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and here's an idiot review of it.
Jesus The Missing Years
John Prine
Jesus........the missing years
It was raining. It was cold.
West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old
So he packed his bags and he headed out
To find out what the world's about
He went to France. He went to Spain.
He found love. He found pain.
He found stores so he started to shop
But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop
Kids in trouble with the cops
From Israel didn't have no home
So he cut his hair and moved to Rome
It was there he met his Irish bride
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome...
Italy that is
Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Swimming Pools, orgies, and lots of pretty Italian chicks
Chorus:
Charley bought some popcorn
Billy bought a car
Someone almost bought the farm
But they didn't go that far
Things shut down at midnight
At least around here they do
Cause we all reside down the block
Inside at ....23 Skidoo
Wine was flowing so were beers
So Jesus found his missing years
So He went to a dance and said "This don't move me"
He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie
Oh his thirteenth birthday he saw "Rebel without a Cause"
He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus
Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind
He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind
You see him and the wife wasn't getting along
So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song
Called "The Dove Of Love Fell Off The Perch"
But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church
At least not back then anyhow
Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit
So he took a pill and a coca-cola and he swallowed it
He discovered the Beatles
And he recorded with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
For old George Jones
Chorus:
The years passed by like sweet little days
With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais
When he woke up he was seventeen
The world was angry. The world was mean.
Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop
All agreed that life stank. All the world smelled like poop
Baby poop that is...the worst kind
So he grew his hair long and threw away his comb
And headed back to Jerusalem to find Mom, Dad, and home
But when he got there the cupboard was bare
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod
He said "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?"
Jesus said "God"
Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?
I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood
They're gonna kill me Mama. The don't like me Bud.
So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick
All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers
And I'll tell you all the story of
Jesus...The Missing Years
Chorus...
We all reside down the block
Inside at ...23 Skidoo
Like A Rock
Bob Seger
Stood there boldly
Sweatin' in the sun
Felt like a million
Felt like number one
The height of summer
I'd never felt that strong
Like A Rock
I was eighteen
Didn't have a care
Working for peanuts
Not a dime to spare
But I was lean and
Solid everywhere
Like A Rock
My hands were steady
My eyes were clear and bright
My walk had purpose
My steps were quick and light
And I held firmly
To what I felt was right
Like A Rock
Like a rock, I was strong as I could be
Like a rock, nothin' ever got to me
Like a rock, I was something to see
Like A Rock
And I stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all
I still believed in my dreams
Twenty years now
Where'd they go
Twenty years
I don't know
I sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they've gone
And sometimes late at night
When I'm bathed in firelight
The moon comes callin' a ghostly white
And I recall
I recall
Like a rock, standin' arrow straight
Like a rock, charging' from the gate
Like a rock, carryin' the weight
Like A Rock
Like a rock, the sun upon my skin
Like a rock, hard against the wind
Like a rock, I see myself again
Like A Rock
club mekon
when i was just seventeen sex no longer held a mystery
i saw it as a commodity, to be bought and sold like rock n' roll...
day by day i plunged deeper into a world of cheap sensation,
this held a great attraction for me and i dreamt of my own club
and when i danced and saw you dance i saw a gambling room in the back
with prostitutes skilled in the art of tango, lies, and exploitation
my club is open to all the brightest lights you ever saw
the darkest corners for having fun happy faces no questions asked
late one night the club was heaving, i saw a vampyre move across the floor
old and white with a silver cane lusting for youth through the mirror
and when i danced and saw you dance i saw a world where the dead are worshipped
this world belongs to them now they can keep it,
i live alone and i walk the dark edge of the shoplights shadow,
in each display a private hell, name your price you're up for sale.
You weirdos and your topical inspiring music... time for a change of pace:
**
"Bloody Chunks" by Cannibal Corpse
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air
What a rotting stench
My imagination runs wild at what this could be
Open up the can to discover a dead body.
Or what was left of one, pieces in a bag
Blood is everywhere what a retched sight
Cut up really small by a razor sharp knife
Lying in the garbage no one else knows
What I have found, what should I do
Take it to the police or make it into stew
This was an evil commited by the insane
Looking down laughing, I am the same.
**
"Make it into stew"! Hah!
I like Jesus, on a bun, with lettuce and tomatoes, so much fun. Butter him up, eat him like a bitch, yes Jesus is my hero... Sandwich.
Father son and the holy ghost, it's this here sandwich that I like most, if I die before I wake, make my last meal, a Jesus steak.
Try him on a kaiser or a dinner roll, hell who needs a bun, just eat him whole. It's good, it's healthy, just a little dry, it's for the sandwich... that Jesus died.
Father son and the holy ghost, it's this here sandiwch that I like most, if I die before I wake, make my last meal a Jesus steak.
Butter him up, eat him like a bitch, yes Jesus is my hero... SANDWICH.
-Stabbing Babies
quote:
Stabbing Babies
Now that, I've got to download!
here's a song I like to listen to over and over, so much so i've probably posted it befere:
Matter Eater Lad
He constructed a factory
Just because he was hungry
Just to see how it tasted
Bicycle wheel in a brat's brain
Yeah he's mad
He's matter eater lad
Yeah he's mad
He's matter eater lad
First he started on furniture
Then he moved on to parking lots
Now he's eating Ansonia
Now he's eating Andromeda
He's matter eater lad
http://gbv.com/sounds/Matter.mp3
beam me up!
quote:
posted by Bugs Norton:
beam me up!
What time does the spaceship leave?
If this is called 'music' some must be on deck to board the ship.
Takes all kinds to make the world spin around!
actually, the latest (and last) GBV CD is completely awesome, from lennon to townsend.
the title is "half smiles of the decomposed"
can't go wrong in listening once.
Unfortunately, something does go wrong if you only listen to any CD once. It is a waste of money.
The accounts receivables and the accounts payable do not permit. I'll will only buy a cd, of an accountable artist.
Generally speaking, they would be the artists/musicians that are included in Mullligans' slush fund account.
i guess that would make me a moron.
"a working class moron is something to be"
quote:
posted by Bugs Norton:
i guess that would make me a moron.
"a working class moron is something to be"
We are all different in the world. I would not put faith in any bug. Lady or otherwise.
Song Of The Week, a relaxing place - sit a spell, I believe ya'll are welcomed. That is what is so great about music, it's universal!
Without bugs to eat, songbirds would perish.
Birds will eat all the bugs they require.
If anyone could please shine some light why a 'slug' is here..; go forth.
I am quite certain Noah did not bring him on his great trip.
Why does the earth need a slug or crow?
Come forth with a song.
Poetry does not an ad hominem hide. 
quote:
posted by siggy:
Poetry does not an ad hominem hide.
Pardon my dense; but what is
"ad hominem"
Do I have to rhyme 'with this home of mine'.
Posting guideline # 3
# Avoid personal attacks. A good flaming can be fun and can also be necessary sometimes but let's try to attack the idea and not the person. Excessive flaming will not be tolerated. If you must have it out with someone, take it to email.
Ad Hominem means against the wo/man or against the person. Attack the idea not the person, right JD?
I would only attack a person as the avatar of an idea.
It's Like Soul Man
--------------------------------------
i never liked you until i
took a good look at myself
and when i saw you there
i saw the best part of me was yourself
it's like soul man
it's like soul man
i never liked you until i
took a good look at myself
when i saw you there
i saw the best part of me was yourself
it's like soul man
it's like soul man
it's like soul man
it's like soul man
it's like soul man
foo?
quote:
I would only attack a person as the avatar of an idea.
Little bunny foo-foo,
hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.
Then down came the Good Fairy, and she said:
I'll give you 2 chances,
and if you don't behave,
I'll turn you into a Goon!
Little bunny foo-foo,
hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.
Then down came the Good Fairy, and she said:
I'll give you 1 more chance,
and if you don't behave,
I'll turn you into a Goon!
Little bunny foo-foo,
hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.
Then down came the Good Fairy, and she said:
Little Bunny Foo-Foo,
I don't wanna see you
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.
You've used up all your chances.
Poof!!!!
And the moral of the story is:
Hare today, goon tomorrow!
When The Fallen Angels Fly
Billy Joe Shaver
From the c.d. ~ Tramp On Your Street
I have climbed so many mountains
Just to reach the other side
And I've near drowned myself in freedom
Just to feed my foolish pride
On my journey through the darkness
I have finally seen the light
I know ones' ever loved me
Like your lovin' me tonight
There is something you must tell me
You think I won't understand
How you found such worldly pleasures
In the arms of other men
I would never try to judge you
We have both been wrong and right
But I know one has ever loved you
Like I'm lovin' tonight
God will save his fallen angels
And their broken wings, he'll mend
When he draws their hearts together
And they learn to love again
All their sins will be forgiven
In the twinkle of an eye
All the saints rejoice in heaven
When the fallen angels fly
There's a story in the bible
'Bout the eagle growing old
How it grows new sets of feathers
Then becomes both young and strong
Then it spreads its' mighty wing span
Out across the open sky
We will have the wings of eagles
When the fallen angels fly
When the fallen angels fly
When the fallen angels fly
We will have the wings of eagles
When the fallen angels fly
yuck. makes me wish for more gray hair.
A good tune by Rush (always liked those dudes).
quote:
The Pass
Rush
Proud swagger out of the schoolyard
Waiting for the world's applause
Rebel without a conscience
Martyr without a cause
Static on your frequency
Electrical storm in your veins
Raging at unreachable glory
Straining at invisible chains
And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Can't face life on a razor's edge
Nothing's what you thought it would be
All of us get lost in the darkness
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars
All of us do time in the gutter
Dreamers turn to look at the cars
Turn around and turn around and turn around
Turn around and walk the razor's edge
Don't turn your back
And slam the door on me
It's not as if this barricade
Blocks the only road
It's not as if you're all alone
In wanting to explode
Someone set a bad example
Made surrender seem all right
The act of a noble warrior
Who lost the will to fight
And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Done with life on a razor's edge
Nothing's what you thought it would be
No hero in your tragedy
No daring in your escape
No salutes for your surrender
Nothing noble in your fate
Christ, what have you done?
Watch Me Jumpstart
Watch me jumpstart as the old skin is peeled
See an opening and bust into the field
Hidden longings no longer concealed
Watch me bulldoze every bulldozer away
Each new obstacle from each old new day
Where it's going it's hard for me to say
And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run through the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're pulling me back so I have to die
And watch me jumpstart at the first light of day
Each new sensation just blows me away
Don't look now, don't look now, I'm a phase
Straight from ground zero, X marks the spot
I can't pretend to be something I'm not
'Cause I'm a supernova erect and white hot
And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run through the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're holding me back so I have to die
And watch me jumpstart I'm Maximum Jack
Shot through the cosmos like an alien attack
Film finished, fade into black.
Some of us are lightened up by music.
Some just play a tune
When posting, is it possible to give the writer,
the credit due.(?)
thanks ybtw, music is g'ood for the soul, soothes it actually.
Gretchen Wilson
Yikers, I hope this works
For anybody who thinks that they can overcome oppression with a little help from the institutions that are oppressing them in the first place, I dedicate this tune (the words are only the beginning, you've gotta check out the music - it rocks, oh how it rocks! )
quote:
"The Nobodies"
Marilyn Manson
Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt
Today I am dirty
I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt
We are the nobodies
we wanna be somebodies
when we're dead,
they'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
we wanna be somebodies
when we're dead,
they'll know just who we are
Yesterday I was dirty
wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
Yesterday I was dirty
wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt
We are the nobodies
we wanna be somebodies
when we're dead,
they'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies
we wanna be somebodies
when we're dead,
they'll know just who we are
Some children died the other day
we fed machines and then we prayed
puked up and down in morbid faith
you should have seen the ratings that day
It's A Big Old Goofy World - John Prine
Up in the morning
Work like a dog
Is better than sitting
Like a bump on a log
Mind all your manners
Be quiet as a mouse
Some day you'll own a home
That's as big as a house
I know a fella
He eats like a horse
Knocks his olds balls
Round the old golf course
You oughta see his wife
She's a cute little dish
She smokes like chimney
And drinks like a fish
There's a big old goofy man
Dancin' with a big old goofy girl
Ooh baby
It's a big old goofy world
Now Elvis had a woman
With a head like a rock
I wished I had a woman
That made my knees knock
She'd sing like an angel
And eat like a bird
And if I wrote a song
She'd know ever single word
Kiss a little baby
Give the world a smile
If you take an inch
Give 'em back a mile
Cause if you lie like a rug
And you dont give a damn
You're never gonna be
As happy as a clam
So I'm sitting in a hotel
Trying to write a song
My head is just as empty
As the day is long
Why it's clear as a bell
I should have gone to school
I'd be wise as an owl
Stead of stubborn as a mule
~Mrs. Prine and her son, Johnny were sittin' down one day doing a crossword puzzle on similarities.
The result was the above.
Originally, it was going to be called When The World Was As Flat As A Pancake, Mona Lisa Was As Happy As A Clam...
Johnny opted for the title 'It's A Big Old Goofy World'
Working Class Hero
John Lennon
October 9th, 1940 - December 8th, 1980
As soon as your born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
~~"Paradise" - I wrote it for my father, mainly so he would know I was a songwriter. Paradise was a real place in Kentucky, and while I was away in the army in Germany, my father sent me a newspaper article telling how the coal company had bought the place out. It was a real Disney-looking town. It sat on a river, had two general stores, and there was one black man in town, Bubby Short, who looked like Uncle Remus and hung out with my Granddaddy Ham, my mom's dad, all day, fishing for catfish. Then the bulldozers came in and wiped it all off the map~~
John Prine
Paradise
When I was a child, my family would travel
Down to western Kentucky, where my parents were born
And there's a backward old town that's often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
Chorus:
And daddy won't you take me back to Mulenberg county
Down by the Green River, where Paradise lay
Well I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in askin'
Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
Well sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River
To an abandoned old prison down by Atry Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill
Chorus
Then the coal company came, with the world's largest shovel
And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land
Well they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken
Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man
Chorus
When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
I'll be halfway to heaven with Paradise waitin'
Just five miles away from wherever I am
Chorus
Happy Birthday Mrs. Prine's son, Johnny.
Born October 10th, 1946.
(What's So Funny 'Bout)Peace, Love And Understanding
As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There's one thing I wanna know:
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?
And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?
So where are the strong?
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding? Ohhhh
What's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding?
(Written By Nick Lowe)
Funny thing is that Nick Lowe wrote that song as a joke - a parody of hippie-dippie songwriting. Then Elvis Costello took it and made it into an anthem.
Elliot Smith's last CD is out. He plunged a steak knife into his heart last October.
He was posting from a basement too:
been outside
invited in
but I couldn't abide
I wouldn't miss it again
Burning every bridge that I cross
To find some beautiful place to get lost
I had true love
But made it die
I pushed it away
She said please stay
Burning every bridge that I cross
To find some beautiful place to get lost
To find some beautiful place to get lost
I don't know where I'll go now
And I don't really care who follows me there
But I'll burn every bridge that I cross
To find some beautiful place to get lost
To find some beautiful place to get lost
listen:
http://media-02.epitaph.com/elliott/elliott.html
read:
http://sweetadeline.net/index2.html
http://www.laweekly.com/ink/04/47/music-bemis.php
quote:
Elliot Smith's last CD is out. He plunged a steak knife into his heart last October.
He was posting from a basement too:
Not to worry JD, My knives are all cheap plastic, (Made in China) and purchased at Wal-Mart.
They snap in half every time I try.
Well, then, may you be broken.
quote:
Well, then, may you be broken.
Not broken but you did break me up JD.
After that great rendition of the SSB, I felt so patriotic and warm and fuzzy inside, I couldn't help but share the following tune with ya!
Bush Inaugural Address Poem
(to the tune of "What a Wonderful World" by Sam Cooke)
Don't know much about history
Don't know much foreign policy
Don't remember how I got through school
And I'm sure I didn't break the rules
But what's it matter 'cause my momma says
"Boy, if you want to you can be the prez
And what a wonderful world this will be"
Don't know much about the women's vote
Don't know much about the bill I wrote
Don't know much about the foreign vets
I've never voted for 'em yet
But I do know if your dad tries hard
He can get you in the National Guard
And what a wonderful place that can be
Now I never claimed to be an A student
But what's wrong with C's?
And maybe by knowing the names of my cabinet
I can win their love for me
Don't know much about air pollution
Don't know much about the constitution
Don't know much about th'economy
It never much affected me
But there's one thing that I know for sure
If the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor
What a wonderful world this will be
Don't know much about the national debt
I've never had to pay one yet
If we need to we can sell the States
To the Japanese at discount rates
But I do know if things get bad
Dick and I can always call my dad
And what a wonderful world this will be.
Goin' Home
Neil Young
cd - Are You Passionate
On the hill where Custer was
Making his last stand
With the Indians all around him
And his gun in his hand
Such a wind was blowin' that day
Through the battleground
I could feel it in my hair
As I turned towards downtown
Weavin' through the buildings
Cuttin' through the streets
Slicing through the cultures
Piling on the weeks
Goin' Home
I'm goin' home
Goin' home
I'm goin' home
Droppin' in on you my friend
It's just like old times
Said the fool who signed the paper
To assorted slimes
It's hard to get blood from a stone
But I'll give it a try
To provide your accomodation
And leave you satisfied
You'd think it was easy
To give your life away
And not have to live up to
The promises you made
Goin' home
I'm goin' home
Goin' home
I'm goin' home
Elusively she cut the phone
And went from cell to cell
Really looking remarkable
And obviously doing well
Made a turn on a wooden bridge
Into the battleground
With a thousand warriors on the ridge
She tried to turn her radio down
Battle drums were pounding
All around her car
She saw her clothes were changing
Into skys and stars
I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home
Goin' home
I'm goin' home Happy Birthday Neil!
Here For The Party
Turn speakers on.
Alas, just to get you all into the spirit of christmas..
John Prine Christmas
~ from the cd A John Prine Christmas
Pretty paper
Pretty ribbons of blue
(spoken) Man oh man,
I just love Christmas it's just so darn neat.
I kinda wish every day was Christmas,
except Christmas eve and the Fourth of July.
We wouldn't want to miss out on the fireworks, would we?
When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalog from Montgomery Wards in Chicago.
Sometimes we'd get it as early as late August.
It was the book of wishes, hopes, and desires.
My three brothers and I were allotted twenty-five bucks a piece, including tax.
So I'd make up a different Christmas list every night from the first of September 'til the twenty-fourth of December.
Matter of fact, let me present you with my Christmas credentials.
When I was three years old, at least that's what my mother told me,
I ate an entire ornament. I ate a big red one, I thought it was an apple.
They kinda freaked out and was gonna take me to the hospital
but they couldn't stop me from laughing so they just left me alone.
So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time, you know?
One year, I got a wooden Roly-Poly for Christmas,
you know the things you knock down and they bounce right back up.
They made 'em out of wood back then, that's how old I am.
Nowadays, they make 'em out of plastic.
My mom says, "They just don't make 'em like that anymore".
And I says, "No, ma, they don't".
Then there was the year I came home on leave from the army, from Germany to marry my highschool sweetheart on the day after Christmas.
My little brother, Billy, who was twelve at the time, had just gotten his first job so he was able to afford to buy some Christmas presents for his brother and his mom and dad out of his own pocket. He told me this guy named Rocky would pick him up in a station wagon, him and some other boys, and he'd take 'em out to some strange neighborhood and drop 'em off and he gave them this whole spiel to give their potential customers. Supposibly their little brother had won a free trip to our nation's capital Washington, D.C., but he couldn't go on the trip if his older brother wouldn't accompany him, so please buy a subscription to the Chicago Tribune then my little brother will be happy.
Wow, what a shyster! Some people'll do anything to get to the Whitehouse.
Then there was the year that my mom and dad gave me my first guitar.
Ah, man, it was gorgeous, I still got the thing.
It was like aqua blue. Kinda dark aqua blue with a cream colored heart. Was a Silvertone from Montgomery Wards. The model was called Kentucky Blue and man when I saw that sitting under the tree I just couldn't wait.
First year so I didn't know how to play it,
I'd just stand in front of the mirror with a string around my neck with that guitar and I'd try to look like Elvis.
Then my brother, Dave, taught me a couple of chords, now I'm here in your living room singing and talking to you.
It's funny how things work out.
So-a whyn't you go find a stranger and extend your hand to 'em.
If you see somebody looks like they ain't doin' quite as well as you, slep 'em a buck, 'specially if they don't ask for spare change.
Go buy your honey a cuckoo clock or a musical snow shaking water ball, that you wind it up it plays..
"I want you, I need you, I love ya with all my heart."
'cause after all, hell man, it's Christmas.
Away in a manger no crib for a bed
The little lord jesus lay down his sweet head
The stars in the bright sky look down where he lay
The little lord jesus asleep on the hay
(spoken) Merry Christmas Everybody.
Cops of the World
By Phil Ochs
E A E A
Come, get out of the way, boys
E A E E7
Quick, get out of the way
G C G C
You'd better watch what you say, boys
G C B7
Better watch what you say
E A
We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port
E A
And our pistols are hungry and our tempers are short
E B7 E A G#m A
So bring your daughters around to the port
B7 E
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
B7 E
We're the Cops of the World
We pick and choose as please, boys
Pick and choose as please
You'd best get down on your knees, boys
Best get down on your knees
We're hairy and horny and ready to shack
We don't care if you're yellow or black
Just take off your clothes and lie down on your back
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
Our boots are needing a shine, boys
Boots are needing a shine
But our Coca-cola is fine, boys
Coca-cola is fine
We've got to protect all our citizens fair
So we'll send a battalion for everyone there
And maybe we'll leave in a couple of years
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
Dump the reds in a pile, boys
Dump the reds in a pile
You'd better wipe of that smile, boys
Better wipe off that smile
We'll spit through the streets of the cities we wreck
We'll find you a leader that you can't elect
Those treaties we sighned were a pain in the neck
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
Clean the johns with a rag, boys
Clean the johns with a rag
If you like you can use your flag, boys
If you like you can use your flag
We've got too much money we're looking for toys
And guns will be guns and boys will be boys
But we'll gladly pay for all we destroy
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
Please stay off of the grass, boys
Please stay off of the grass
Here's a kick in the ass, boys
Here's a kick in the ass
We'll smash down your doors, we don't bother to knock
We've done it before, so why all the shock?
We're the biggest and toughest kids on the block
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
When we butchered your son, boys
When we butchered your son
Have a stick of our gum, boys
Have a stick of our buble-gum
We own half the world, oh say can you see
The name for our profits is democracy
So, like it or not, you will have to be free
'Cause we're the Cops of the World, boys
We're the Cops of the World
--it's hard to believe this song is almost 40 years old. when will we ever learn indeed!
In Solidarity
Anne
http://annefeeney.com
http://cdbaby.com/all/unionmaid
Nice to hear from you, Anne.
Thank you for posting the chords.
It is a troubling society/world we live in.
Happiness, may it remain in the words and chords of music. Happy New Year, Anne.
Hey, Johnny, Bruce, Neil
MFD awaits for them to arrive, thanks ~ Anne.
Thanks... glad to feel welcome here. I want to invite all of you to check out my updated website... http://annefeeney.com I've put a lot of work into it, and so has my website designer... If you're in Florida, I'm on my way there and hope to see you. February will take me to Michigan, Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa, Missouri, Indiana, Ohio Kentucky, New York and Quebec. In the meantime, raise hell & keep on singing....
In solidarity
anne
quote:
"The white man says there is freedom and justice for all. We have had "freedom and justice," and that is why we have been almost exterminated. These are just words in the wind."
I realize I have posted this previously, however, it gives me a peaceful, easy feeling to post it again, just seemed appropriate.
Jesus The Missing Years - John Prine
It was raining it was cold
West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old
So he packed his bags and headed out
To find out what the world's about
He went to France he went to Spain
He found love he found pain
He found stores so he started to shop
But he had no money so he got in trouble with the cops
Kids in trouble with the cops from Israel didn't have no home
So he cut his hair and moved to Rome
It was there he met his irish bride
And they rented a flat on the lower east side
Of Rome
Italy that is
Music publishers, book binders, bible belters, swimming pools, orgies and lots of pretty Italian chicks
~Charley bought some popcorn
Billy bought a car
Someone almost bought the farm
But they didn't go that far
Things shut down at midnight
At least around here they do
Cause we all reside down the block inside
at 23 Skidoo~
Wine was flowing so were beers
So Jesus found his missing years
He went to a dance and said "this don't move me"
So he hiked up his pants and he went to a movie
Oh his thirteenth birthday he saw 'Rebel Without a Cause'
He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus
Who gave him a gift
And he responded in kind
He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind
You see him and the wife wasn't getting along
So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song
Called 'The Dove Of Love Fell Off The Perch"
But he couldn't get divorced in the catholic church
At least not back then anyhow
Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit
So he took a pill with a coca-cola and he swallowed it
He discovered the Beatles
He recorded with the Stones
Once he even opened up a three way package for old George Jones
The years passed by like sweet little days
With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais
When he woke up he was seventeen
The world was angry the world was mean
Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop
All agreed that life stank all the world smelled like poop
Baby poop that is
The worst kind
So he grew his hair long and threw away his comb
He headed back to Jerusalem to find Mom, Dad, and home
But when he got there the cupboard was bare
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod
He said "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up"
And Jesus Said God
Oh my god what have I got myself into?
I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood
They're gonna kill me mama
They don't like me bud
So jesus went to heaven and he went there awful quick
All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick
So gather 'round me all my contemporary peers
And I'll tell you all the story
of jesus
......the missing years.....
The Monster
Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of Kingdom and pope
Like good Christians some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands, to court the wild
But she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
And once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon it went
And till the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied, stole and bought a homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man
But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
But she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light
The Blue and Grey they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war was over
They stuffed it just like a hog
And though the past has its share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But its protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster and will not obey
The spirit was freedom and justice
And its keepers seemed generous and kind
Its leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they won't pay it no mind
Cause the people grew fat and got lazy
Now their vote is a meaningless joke
They babble about law and order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watchin'
The cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is stranglin' the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole world's got to be just like us
Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner we can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watchin'
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster
~John Kay~
Steppenwolf
"Mammon"; from Todd Rundgren's "Liars" CD
O Holy Father
Divine Provider
Grant me my prayer
All I desire
It's been a long ,long time since you faced the truth
You haven't heard the voice if god since your wasted youth
Faith of your father, holy faith
In the dollar almighty and the tithing plate
And you'd like to rub my face in it
Your god, your god
And you'd like to rub my face in it
Your god, your god, your god is Mammon
Pew after pew in the house of the lord
Nod their heads at the sermon while they mind the store
And the holiest book is a PDA
It's got god's cell number if you find time to to pray
And you'd like to rub their face in it
Your god, your god
Even though you have no faith in it
Your god is Mammon, your god is dead
And you rage and you fume at the godless ones
Cause they don't understand how thw company runs
And they think it's the money that you care about
You pretend to be offended when they figure it out
Tell me what kind of heaven do you think awaits
When your ass is too fat to fit the pearly gates?
It's like the eye of a needle and a limosine
Paradise is set aside for the less obscene
You only care for the power that the lucre brings
And you have no love for any living thing, save Mammon
And you'd like to rub our face in it...
Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you.
You got to build you a union, got to make it strong,
But if you all stick together, boys, it won't be long.
You get shorter hours, better working conditions,
Vacations with pay. Take your kids to the seashore.
It ain't quite this simple, so I better explain
Just why you got to ride on the union train.
'Cause if you wait for the boss to raise your pay,
We'll all be a-waitin' 'til Judgment Day.
We'll all be buried, gone to heaven,
St. Peter'll be the straw boss then.
Now you know you're underpaid but the boss says you ain't;
He speeds up the work 'til you're 'bout to faint.
You may be down and out, but you ain't beaten,
You can pass out a leaflet and call a meetin'.
Talk it over, speak your mind,
Decide to do somethin' about it.
Course, the boss may persuade some poor damn fool
To go to your meetin' and act like a stool.
But you can always tell a stool, though, that's a fact,
He's got a yaller streak a-runnin' down his back.
He doesn't have to stool, he'll always get along
On what he takes out of blind men's cups.
You got a union now, and you're sittin' pretty,
Put some of the boys on the steering committee.
The boss won't listen when one guy squawks,
But he's got to listen when the union talks.
He'd better, be mighty lonely
Everybody decide to walk out on him.
Suppose they're working you so hard it's just outrageous
And they're paying you all starvation wages.
You go to the boss and the boss would yell,
"Before I raise your pay I'd see you all in hell."
Well, he's puffing a big seegar, feeling mighty slick
'Cause he thinks he's got your union licked.
Well, he looks out the window and what does he see
But a thousand pickets, and they all agree:
He's a bastard, unfair, slavedriver,
Bet he beats his wife!
Now, boys, you've come to the hardest time.
The boss will try to bust your picket line.
He'll call out the police, the National Guard,
They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card.
They'll raid your meetin', they'll hit you on the head,
They'll call every one of you a goddam red,
Unpatriotic, Japanese spies, sabotaging national defense!
But out at Ford, here's what they found,
And out at Vultee, here's what they found,
And out at Allis-Chalmers, here's what they found,
And down at Bethlehem, here's what they found:
That if you don't let red-baiting break you up,
And if you don't let stoolpigeons break you up,
And if you don't let vigilantes break you up,
And if you don't let race hatred break you up,
You'll win. What I mean, take it easy, but take it!
Words by Millard Lampell, Lee Hays and Pete Seeger (1941)
Music: traditional ("TaIking Blues')
© 1947 (renewed) by Stormking Music Inc.
Thanks Duffman for the help oh yeah
Wisdom, does work.
When posting on 'Song For The Week', if possible, give, the songwriter and the singer.
Only a suggestion...
Do not know the author or the title just got the lyrics.
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posted by Info:
Do not know the author or the title just got the lyrics.
When you post on 'Song For The Week' it is the hope that one posting gives thanks to the one that wrote the song/poet.
Well then thanks to the unknown author, if i ever get a name I will edit the post to reflect it.
quote:
Words by Millard Lampell, Lee Hays and Pete Seeger (1941)
Music: traditional ("TaIking Blues')
© 1947 (renewed) by Stormking Music Inc.
EDIT: Looks like the lyrics have been "modified' over the years.
Powderfinger
Neil Young
Look out, mama there's a white boat comin' up the river
With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail
I think you'd better call John
Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail
And it's less than a mile away
I hope they didn't come to stay
Its' got numbers on the side and a gun
And its' makin' big waves
Daddy's gone, my brothers' out huntin' in the mountains
Big John's been drinkin' since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be left me there to do the thinkin'
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin' what to do
And the closer they got
The more those feelings grew
Daddys' rifle in my hand felt reassurin'
He told me, red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin;
But when the first shot hit the dock I saw it comin'
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why
Then I saw black
And my face splashed in the sky
Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Think of me as one you'd never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love
I know I'll miss her
Point to note - 2005.04.26 - new releases
John Prine - Fair & Square
Bruce Springsteen - Devils & Dust
Time Is On My Side
(Norman Meade)
(aka Jerry Ragovoy)
(depending on where you lived 1964 or 1965)
Time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is
Now you always say
That you want to be free
But you'll come running back (said you would baby)
You'll come running back (I said so many times before)
You'll come running back to me
Oh, time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is
You're searching for good times
But just wait and see
You'll come running back (I won't have to worry no more)
You'll come running back (spend the rest of my life with you, baby)
You'll come running back to me
Go ahead, go ahead and light up the town
And baby, do everything your heart desires
Remember, I'll always be around
And I know, I know
Like I told you so many times before
You're gonna come back, baby
'Cause I know
You're gonna come back knocking
Yeah, knocking right on my door
Yes, yes
Well, time is on my side, yes it is
There is a song by a female Canadian folk singer about the Winnipeg General Strike of 1919...unfortunately, I can't remember the song name nor the artist's.
It contains the lyrics "stay low, don't rock the boat".
Can anyone help me out? I tried to google it but couldn't find it.
Curiosity killed the cat... There appears no trace of the song or the artist.
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The Winnipeg General Strike of 1919 was not celebrated in song, though it is the basis of the musical The Conquest of Winnipeg by Stuart Broomer, but a lesser-known strike, in 1931, of miners in the Bienfait-Estevan coalcamps of southeastern Saskatchewan inspired Cecil Boone to write 'The Estevan Massacre' to the tune of 'Kevin Barry.' In the On-to-Ottawa Trek of 1935 the unemployed marchers' theme song was 'Hold the Fort'.Calgary singer James Keelaghan has written two songs concerning these events. 'Boom to Bust' is based on the march and 'Small Rebellion' concerns a clash between the miners and police in the Saskatchewan strike...
If it's a knawing need to know, you might consider contacting someone at Joe Hill: Index of Protest Songs for a lead. If that fails - I've a sis-in-law - the woman is a human phonograph.
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posted by siggy:
Curiosity killed the cat... [.
I've only heard it on the local college radio station--I can always call the show host next Saturday and find out. It's a haunting sort of song.
This might be a long shot, but there is a movie called The Notorious Mrs. Armstrong by Winnipeg filmaker Paula Kelly. You can google it and get little tid-bits about it. From my understanding there is a monologue by Helen Armstrong set to music in the film.
Just a possibility. Good luck.
Try this
Let us know.
Thanks in advance.
Yankee, you might like this. For those that like lyrics, this lyrics page was put up by OCAP (Ontario Coalition Against Poverty).
Seems to be mostly mainstream stuff. I've read a few good ones so far.
Enjoy.
Given the discussion going on regarding the "disturbance" in the Walmart parking lot, i see no more appropriate song for the week than this one.
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i see no more appropriate song for the week than this one.
I really wish you hadn't done that or - that I hadn't click'd on it. Now it will be playin' in my head all day. Oh well it could be worse;
Feelings, wo-o-o feelings,
Wo-o-o, feelings...
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posted by Bill Pearson:
Given the discussion going on regarding the "disturbance" in the Walmart parking lot, i see no more appropriate song for the week than this one.
Bill, you're going up against the king of lyrics! . Here's appropriate...
The setup... Now just picture Dustin with a large emroidered 'D' on his shirt and start playing this background midi music.
Sing along.
"Laverne & Shirley" Theme Song
Written by: Norman Gimbel and Charles Fox
Sung by: Cindy Grecco
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Schlameel, Schlamazel, Hassenpepper Incorporated.
We're gonna do it.
Give us any chance we'll take it,
Read us any rule, we'll break it.
We're gonna make our dreams come true,
Doing it our way.
Nothing's gonna turn us back now,
Straight ahead and on the track now.
We're gonna make our dreams come true,
Doing it our way.
There is nothing we won't try,
Never heard the word impossible.
This time, there's no stopping us.
We're gonna do it.
On your mark, get set and go now.
Got a dream and we just know now.
We're gonna make that dream come true,
And we'll do it our way, yes our way.
Make all our dreams come true.
And we'll do it our way, yes our way.
Make all our dreams come true for me and you.
edit comment: siggy... let that midi music loop a few times and see what tortures you for the rest of the day!
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posted by yankeebythewater:
This is one of the greatest songs of all time.
Love it!
I'm gonna throw this one at you, yankee... greatest ballad
Ol' dead Blue Eyes called it the best ballad of all time.
You can write them off as simple lyrics, but none can cut so deep or mean so many different things to so many different people like these can.
Thanks for throwing, ISDU. The Beatles were great, always have been - always will be. However, I do not think 'Something' constitutes a ballad, it - in my opinion is more of a love song.
Gordon Lightfoot and Neil Young are great ballad singers. Oops, can't let this go without mention of Bruce Springsteen and John Prine! Always, Neil, Johnny, and Bruce
10 fold for the Beatles.
hmm, No one knows what it is like to be the sad man, the bad man - behind blue eyes...
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posted by yankeebythewater:
However, I do not think 'Something' constitutes a ballad, it - in my opinion is more of a love song.
Thank you, yankee. I bastardized the word.
I'm sure ol' Blue Eyes had his hidden pain too. But the glamour part was pretty glamorous!
It's always a struggle when I think about guys like Elvis and Frank who just 'sang' very well. Love them, but a guy that writes his own stuff has to get a bit more respect. More of themselves makes it into the music.
Potentate gives a thumbs up to... Barry Manilow.
Anyone have a fucking problem with what that? Go ahead... I'm ready to snap.
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Potentate gives a thumbs up to... Barry Manilow.
Anyone have a fucking problem with what that?
He never made me cry - then or now.
Hey, hey - Potentate - anyone who shines on the side of music (any kind of music), I do not have a problem with.
You write on artists that sang very well, wrote their own music - meet John Prine He was never welcome into the establishment of the music industry but continues to have a following. By the way, his father was a carpenter.
As for George Harrison, don't get me wrong here, I love the Beatles. I was a 'Fortunate Son' to actually see him perform.
As for Barry Manilow, - well, spirits move me everytime, I log on to MFD, whirling like a cyclone in my mine.
No need to snap, Pot, take a listen to John Prine, ease your mind...
"Life is a blessing, it's a delicatessen of all the little favors you do
All wrapped up together no matter the weather
Baby you always come through
It's a measure of treasure that gives me the pleasure..."
You Got Gold
John Prine/Keith Sykes
From - The Missing Years
John Prine
By the way,
~Old Prine Fans Never Die - The Just Go To Paradise~
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posted by yankeebythewater:
No need to snap, Pot, take a listen to John Prine, ease your mind...
Damn yankee! I usually 'ease' through the snap. Never thought about letting the music help.
On a side note, 'Damn yankee' reminded me of the Damn Yankees which cool crazy boy Teddy Nugent was a part of. That band never went High Enough for me.
I have a rant (suprised?)... concert tickets. The pricing is getting ridiculous. Now Barry can charge me a grand (if I ever make it to Vegas and he's performing), but some of these others are just getting ridiculous. Example...
There's this guy Jack Johnson who shows up in Toronto every year because the university girls here seem to love the guy for some reason. He showed up a little while ago with Ben Harper and I gotta say all I remember was Ben (genius and the best show that summer, although Boston suprised the hell out of me- seriously).
Now I work with someone who wants to see Jack. That's fine. I usually can't say no to a concert. This fucker though wants over $50 (after the insane add-on ticket charges) for general admission seating. Why would I pay that to sit high up on some grass and listen to a surfer-boy-turned-folk-singer lull me to sleep? I could get stoned at home with a CD for a much lower price. Damn, Boston gave me an actual seat to sit in for $20.
Luckily we know a guy with a recording studio who brings some of his young artists to schmooze at our place of work (you heard the name Mike Robbins here first). And he told us he has a bunch of tickets to Jack. I'm so pissed at Jack that I don't know if I could sit through his set anymore.
Then there's that fucker Elton who wants a minimum $100 bucks for his show. He's knows his market has the cash. I'm not in that crowd, so straight or gay... fuck him.
Support the smaller local bands. Before the fame gets to their head.
One more yankee to really throw you off (you got me in a music rant mood- luv ya)...
White Stripes . Unreal minimalist rock.
edit comment: forgot to mention that I always buy a concert-t except for the Dave Matthews Band who wanted a minimum $35 for their ugly shit (on top of inflated tickets). Those college kids throwing their parents money away aren't me... so fuck you too Davey!
Love peppermint and similar flavors. Thank you. I know not of Teddy Nugent, or Dave Matthews. Sorry, my train derailed in my missing years.
I retained some music knowledge when I was able to get back on the tracks of life. Shifty, it is, would not you say...even in the tracks of life.
We all have footprints, do we not?
However, music is the universal language as we know it, the key of life.
The key is in your hands, find the lock that opens the door, that's life. Enjoy It!
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posted by yankeebythewater:
Love peppermint and similar flavors. Thank you. I know not of Teddy Nugent, or Dave Matthews. Sorry, my train derailed in my missing years.
Ted would slice off Dave's balls, season them, and then force feed them to him. Most famous one is Cat Scratch Fever found here (click the play button for a sample)... Nuge samples
Just flip through Ted's site for a sec to learn a bit about him. He's an NRA hunting nut and about the only one I respect. He's all about killing it, cleaning and cooking it yourself. A much better guy than anyone who buys a burger at a restaurant without thought. His interviews are profane, raunchy ramblings with a mind behind them.
I saw him in concert up here in 2000. He opened for KISS. Fantastic musician whose stage show includes him using a bow and arrow on a fake water buffalo. Then Gene Simmons and KISS brought the blood...
That Johnson boy has a lot to learn about putting on a show.
Any UFCW/Royal Host guys watching... that's damn close to what the Potentate looks like. Feel free to lick my boots before they crush you.
One of my favorite's of the motor city madman THE GREAT WHITE BUFFALO
Don't Be Denied - Neil Young
When I was a young boy
My mama said to me
Your daddy's leavin' home today
I think he's gone to stay
We packed up all our bags
And drove out to WINNIPEG
When we got to WINNIPEG
I checked into school
I wore white bucks on my feet
When I learned the golden rule
The punches came fast and hard
Lying on my back in the schoolyard
Don't be denied, Don't be denied
(repeat X 4)
Well pretty soon I met a friend
He played guitar
We used to sit on the steps at school
And dream of being stars
We started a band
We played all night
Don't be denied, Don't be denied
(repeat X 4)
Oh Canada
We played all night
I really hate to leave you now
But to stay just wouldn't be right
Down in Hollywood
We played so good
The business men crowded around
They came to hear the golden sound
There we were on the Sunset Strip
Playing our songs for the highest bid
We played all night
The price was right
Don't be denied.
(X 6)
Well, all the glitters, isnt gold
I know you've heard that story told...
But I'm a pauper in a naked disguise
A millionaire through a business mans' eyes
Oh friend, of mine
Don't be denied
The Hitter
Bruce Springsteen
From the CD
Devils and Dust
April 2005
Come to the door ma and unlock the chain.
Well I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain.
There's nothing that I want, nothin' that you need say.
Just let me lie down a while and I'll be on my way.
I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen.
With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans.
Well I fought in the dockyards for the money that I made.
And the fight was my home and any blood was my trade.
Baton Rouge, Ponchatoula, and Lafayette town.
They paid me the moon, ma, to knock the man down.
Well I did what I did, yeah, it come easily.
For as you know ma, restraint and mercy were always strangers to me.
I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud.
Rain poured through the tent canvas and mixed with our blood.
In the twelfth, slipped my tongue over my broken jaw.
And I pounded his body into the floor.
Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on.
'Til I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone.
And the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track.
The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black.
I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets.
Well I took my share, ma, I have no regrets.
I took the fixed staid hombre with Big Diamond Don.
Well from high in the rafters I watched myself fall.
He raised his arms, stomach twisted, and the sky it went black.
I stuffed my bag with their good money, ma, and never looked back.
Understand me and why, every man plays the game.
Well if you know anyone different then speak out his name.
My life, my face, now you don't recognize.
Well just open the door and look into your dark eyes.
I ask of you nothin', not a kiss, not a smile.
Just open the door and let me lie down for a while.
Now the gray rain is fallin' and my ring fightin's done.
So in the work fields and alleys, I take them who'll come.
If you're a better man than me then just step to the line.
Show me your money and speak out your crime.
There's nothin' I want, ma, nothin' that you need say.
Just let me lie for a while and I'll be on my way.
Well tonight in Stockyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt.
I move to center and take off my shirt.
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, no time can erase.
I move hard to the left and I strike to the face.
Best wishes to Neil for a speedy recovery.
Keep on rockin' in the free world!
Neil Young out of Junos after brain aneurysm
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NEW YORK - Canadian rock legend Neil Young was treated for a brain aneurysm this week and will miss his much anticipated Juno performance.
The 59-year-old musician was treated Tuesday at a New York hospital and remains hospitalized.
Doctors expect a full recovery, his publicist Bob Merlis told Associated Press.
Good lord, I slipped on to CBC today, breaking news, god, I thought they were going to be reporting Neil went on to a Journey Through The Past. Not so, the pope got shot up to heaven. Rest in Peace.
As for Neil, I understand he is resting well. I had a very close relative go through this same situation, fallen it was.
Oh, Duffman, thanks Much appreciated, you too, Keep On Rockin' In The Free World
Very nice picture of Neil.
Public Service Announcement:
I stupidly accepted a ticket to an all-ages concert tonight. Not smart... for many, many reasons.
Please, I beg any wise parents whose kids listen to Sum 41... crush that CD now and replace it with something like Billy Talent... if you want them to grow up on GOOD current punk/rock. GREAT punk... go with
Dropkick Murphys
If you can download this song please do (my fave from the Murphys)... oh and add Amazing Grace (an instrumental version that all churches should play).
A Few Good Men
Lyrics/Music: Dropkick Murphys
It's time we stood up for ourselves so get up off your knees. We'll shake off our detractors and attain our hopes and dreams and if we fall prey to in-fighting, we're never gonna win, so put aside your differences, sing loud, sing proud
We won't listen to their stories or be waylaid by their lies it's a dream that's still attainable for kids like you and I So if we all stand together singing one defiant song our voice will reach the heavens, so sing with all your heart
Chorus:
Join us in a song - we shall rise and sing stand up and be counted - sing a song for liberty join us in this song - together we shall sing rise up and be counted - sing it loud, sing it proud
We've been brutalized and crucified, the brunt of their attacks, is corruption not their trademark and compassion what they lack? If we can realize our common goals, the end of which is plain united and now stronger, their loss is now our gain!
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Sorry guys... I can keep adding Dropkick songs for awhile. You have to see these guys live. The energy is unreal. And the lyrics actually say something through the raging instrumentals. One more (for tonight)...
Worker's Song (Handful of Earth)
written by Ed Pickford
This one's for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain, to earn your pay
For centuries long past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead
In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with slide rule and stopwatch, our pride they have robbed
(chorus)
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given the gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth
And all of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plow since time first began
And always expected to carry the can.
Some Humans Ain't Human
John Prine
~from the cd~ Fair And Square -
release date 05.04.26
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
You open up their hearts
And here's what you'll find
A few frozen pizzas
Some ice cubes with hair
A broken popsicle
You don't want to go there
Some humans ain't human
Though they walk like we do
They live and they breathe
Just to turn the old screw
They screw you when you're sleeping
They try to screw you blind
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
You might go to church
And sit in a pew
Those humans who ain't human
Could be sitting right next to you
They talk about your family
They talk about your clothes
When they don't know their own ass
From their own elbows
Jealousy and stupidity
Don't equal harmony
Jealousy and stupidity
Don't equal harmony
(Spoken)
Have you ever noticed
When you're feeling really good
There's always a pigeon
That'll come shit on your hood
Or you're feeling your freedom
And the world's off your back
Some cowboy from Texas
Starts his own war in Iraq
(Singing)
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
They lie through their teeth
With their head up their behind
You open up their hearts
And here's what you'll find
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
You all best go out and purchase this cd - you loners will love this.
Taking A Walk
John Prine and Pat McLaughlin
CD - Fair and Square - John Prine
A man came to our house
I believe it was yesterday
I would have invited him in
But I didn't have a lot to say
His anticipation of me opening the door
Outweighed my apprehension as it never had before
And drove my concentration
Right through that hardwood floor
I'm taking a walk
I'm going outside
I'm taking a walk
I'm just getting by
There's a girl in the white house
I don't even know her name
Her disheveled appearance
Speaks volumes of shame
It's an embarrasing situation
But a situation just the same
They way she walks on others
And never takes the blame
Upsets my constitution
Beyond its' mortal frame
I'm taking a walk
I'm going outside
I'm watching the birds
I'm just getting by
Found a card in my pocket
Of my wornout overalls
From a girl in Cedar Rapids
Now residing in Idaho Falls
I wish you could have been there
When she opened the door
And looked me in the face
Like she never did before
I felt about as welcome
As a Wal Mart Superstore
I'm taking a walk
Im going outside
I'm taking a walk
I don't need a ride
I'm watching the birds
Flying so high
Help Save the Youth of America
Billy Bragg
One of my all time favorites. I put in the guitar chords as well for any other pickers out there. Pretty easy to play, use power chords on an electric and open chords with a heavy pick hand on an acoustic.
G...............................C......G
Help save the youth of America
G......................................D
Help save them from themselves
G....................................C...........G
Help save the suntanned surfer boys
G..................D.....G
And thier California girls.
When the lights go out in the rest of the world
What do our cousins say
They play in the sun and have fun fun fun
Till Daddy takes the gun away
From the big church to the big river
Out to the shining sea
This is the land of opportunity
And there's a monkey trial on TV
Don't tell me that same old story
Tell me the truth this time
Is the man in the mask or the Union
An enemy or a friend of mine
A nation with thier freezers full
Is dancing in the streets
While outside another nation
Is sleeping in the streets.
Listen to the voice of the soldier
Down in the killing zone
Talking 'bout the cost of living
And the price of bringing him home
And they're already shipping the body bags
Down by the Rio Grande
But you can fight for democracy at home
And not in some foreign land
And the cities of Europe have burned before
And they may yet burn again
If they do I hope you understand
That Washington will burn with them
Omaha will burn with them
Los Alamos will burn with them.
This one moves me --
Ray Charles
Living for the City
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
His sister's black but she is sho'nuff pretty
Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school she's got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many
His patience's long but soon he won't have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
Living just enough...
For the city...
His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there's no solution
Living just enough, just enough for the city...
I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we don't change the world will soon be over
Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!!
I believe the artist that wrote this song was Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles - covered it. Correct me if I am wrong.
However, good on you
If it rings true
Thanks from Neil Young
quote:
he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
what did I do with it
what would I do with it' McGraw
Safety Joe
CD - Fair and Square
John Prine
April 2005
Well, he never got too lonely and he never got to sad
But he never got too happy and that' what's just too bad
He never reached much further than his lonely arms would go
He wore a seatbelt and they called him Safety Joe
Chorus:
Safety Joe
Safety Joe
What do you say?
What do you know?
If you don't loosen up the buckle
In your heart and start to chuckle
You're gonna die of boredom, Safety Joe
Now Joe he lived in Baltimore
'cause New York was too darn fast
He sometimes went down to Washington
Just to view our nation's past
He never ate his vegetables
'cause they were just too darn chewy
And he never climbed much higher
Than the arch in old St. Louis
Chorus
Joe gradually grew meaner by not changing his demeanor
But he never did nothing' too much for too long
Therefore his life never got much richer
Than the day they took that picture
In his birthday suit on the day that he was born
Chorus
Well, you're gonna die of boredom, Safety Joe
That's golden.
I Feel A Sin Comin' On
Jason McCoy
(from the cd Sins, Lies, & Angels)
I've been working like a dog with my nose to the grind
If I don't loosen up these chains I'm gonna lose my mind
Been on the straight and narrow far too long
I'm headin' downtown and the Devil's taggin' 'long
Lord have mercy on my soul I feel a sin comin' on
I'm a helpless as a child when the neon calls my name
I'm drawn to pretty ladies like a moth to a flame
That sweet perfume makes it hard to tell my right from my wrong
The flesh is awful weak, and the Devil's mighty strong
Lord have mercy on my soul I feel a sin comin' on
I try to be good every day
But tonight I hope the Angels turn and look the other way
I fight the urge, every time
But to tell the truth right now that apple's lookin' mighty fine
I can feel a fever deep down in my bones
Lord have mercy on my soul I feel a sin comin' on
Well I ain't exactly good and I ain't exactly bad
I ain't the smartest child that my Momma ever had
I never seem to leave temptation alone
The flesh is awful weak, and the Devil's mighty strong
Lord have mercy on my soul I feel a sin comin' on
Thank you, Yankee.
Beautiful in a way you can't imagine... yet.
quote:
posted by press:
Thank you, Yankee.
Beautiful in a way you can't imagine... yet.
Appreciated, I rest my song.
Here's a song by Jason Wilber, he is the guitar player for John Prine. They will be appearing at the Orpheum in Vancouver, B. C. on August 5th.
For further tours dates see www.johnprine.net/tour.html
For further information on Jason Wilber see www.jasonwilber.com ~ downloads available ~ free cd at www.jasonwilber.com/free-cd.html
The Galway Waltz
Jason Wilber with John Prine
From the CD ~Behind The Midway~
The trees I see have turned their leaves
And the wind smells wet and cool
The sky's been black for days and yet
Not a drop of rain has pooled
I had it in my head that I'd go to bed
But instead I wound up here
Where passersby hide their eyes
Behind black glasses of beer
Chorus
Everybody dreams of a band that swings
A tune that nobody hears
It's a lonesome night for a let down ride
On a train that never appears
The night porter waits while the orchestra plays
A little girl dances a waltz
A bleeding old bum to the door has come
Screaming that it wasn't his fault
Through the window outside a carousel ride
For the jockeys that failed the test
A weekend Dad explains to a lad
The ponies they must need a rest
But they've saved the last for the best
Chorus
But the blind were misguided by the absent minded
At a corner just before dawn
They turned down the street that fades as it leads
To a twilight that goes on and on
Chorus
Recently, I stumbled across John Prine - The Best
Bob Edwards Show. If you have time, it is great. heartwarming, song filled interview.
Hey did any of youse catch Pink Floyd at the Live 8 thing today?
They were awesome! Totally awesome. Whatt a reunion. It's gotta be a sign.
Here's one of the tunes from their set - played just like off the album:
quote:
Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Neil Young rocked the house too.
I'm certain from the reviews Neil rocked the house. A man of intervention.
You can listen to the new song
When God Made Me
You can download the entire Pink Floyd set from Q-107 You will have to scroll down to find it.
Crazy As A Loon
John Prine
Fair&Square
2005
John Prine and Pat McLaughlin
Back before I was a movie star
Straight off the farm
I had a picture of another man's wife
Tattooed on my arm
With a pack of Camel cigarettes
In the sleeve of my tee shirt
I was heading out to Hollywood
Just to have my feelings hurt
That town will make your crazy
Just give it a little time
You'll be walking 'round in circles
Down at Hollywood and Vine
You'll be waitin' on a phone call
At the wrong end of a broom
Yes that town'll make your crazy
Crazy as a loon
So I headed down to Nashville
To become a country star
Every night you'd find me hangin'
At every honky-tonk and bar
Pretty soon I met a woman
Pretty soon she done me wrong
Pretty soon my life got sadder
Than any country song
That town'll make you crazy
Just give it a little time
You'll be walkin' round in circles
Lookin' for that country rhyme
You'll be waitin' on a phone call
At the wrong end of a broom
Yes that town'll make you crazy
Crazy as a loon
So I gathered up my savy
Bought myself a business suit
I headed up to New York City
Where a man can make some loot
I got hired Monday morning
Downsized that afternoon
Overcome with grief that evening
Now I'm crazy as a loon
So I'm up here in the north woods
Just staring at a lake
Wondering just exactly how much
They think a man can take
I eat fish to pass the time away
'Neath this blue Canadian moon
This old world has made me crazy
Crazy as a loon
Lord this world will make you crazy
Crazy as a loon
I saw The Blue Man Group last night and would suggest to anyone in the GTA that the price of the ticket is well worth it.
They do a phenomenal job of involving the entire audience into their show.
It's a great night out for young and old.
Whoever judges these guys (DROPKICK MURPHYS) without listening first needs a lyrical slap to the head. A triplet of beauties for today... and a slaaaaaaaaaaaaaappp if it was warranted...
10 Years Of Service
The status of our future in both past and present time, is relegated to a member of a higher class than mine. To Determine and direct the lives of family men who bear the burden of living up to standard that doesn't exist in 1999
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line, 10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time. And I've seen men give their lives, and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell
Times may be changing but I'll never leave behind the hopes and thoughts I have of better days for families such as mine. Because if history repeats itself and time will surely tell. What goes around is gonna come around and you'll know our pain too well.
Who's gonna save us from this lonely picket line, 10 years of service but I'm still not worth your time. And I've seen men give their lives, and heard the stories that they tell of how they labored for this company which sold it's soul to hell
Tenant Enemy #1
Well its always been about big money for them, they're greedy and they reek Soaring profits, big gains, The cash accumulation gains is all these cowards seek And they always find a way to kick out the needy
Tenant Enemy Number One Tenant Enemy Number One
Through excuses and blatant lies is how they operate and by continuing a parade of deception the game just continues, How in the name of decency do they sleep?
Tenant Enemy Number One Tenant Enemy Number One
Just you better look out and watch your backs...
Tenant Enemy Number One Tenant Enemy Number One
Heroes From Our Past
And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes.
Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle
that inspires men to stand up for their rights.
And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever-changing world
we can look back to these heroes of our past.
With their staunch determination and ferocious iron will,
no tyranny would quell them in their task.
It's an age-old situation with an ever-present message:
that time and tide waiteth for no man.
So without fear of confrontation of the consequence of outcome,
it's for freedom and for happiness they toiled.
And in looking to the future,
we can see a better place where we can shake the yoke of tyranny for all.
It's been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest.
It's just remembrance of their dignity we ask.
So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core.
With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh,
clear the way, me boys!!
Under perilous conditions with small hope of success they left behind the lives that they once led
and by virtue of their fortitude and single-minded strength
they cleared the way for the people of today
so when we think back to our ancestors respectfully we hark
and thank the men whose struggle broke the chain it's a long road up ahead of us
let's forge on while we're strong and leave our mark of honor once again
So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core.
With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh,
clear the way, me boys!!
So the story has been told and it comes now to an end.
It's setting any era, any land.
When abusive tyrants force the hands of matters great or small,
it inspires men to stand up for their rights.
So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition, pride, and honor at its core.
With swords drawn to defend stood stood these noble-hearted men Faugh-an-ballagh,
clear the way, me boys!!
In honor of Ben Harper & The Innocent Criminals, who performed an amazing 3 hour set(!!) tonight... they just would not get off the stage and in doing so cost one of Toronto's biggest clubs a ton of money (they couldn't open til way past midnight). The fans didn't mind for some reason.
Wicked Man
Children come running to the truth
But you've got to peel the skin to get the fruit
And while one's living high another's grieving
But what's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening
Oh - What's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
When the moon chase away the sun
And cause my day to run
I will not fear the darkest night
For I know upon the other side is light
Oh - The other side is light
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
Every man is a common man
And every common man has his plan
But while the hungry man seek any food in sight
The greedy man seek only appetite
Oh - The greedy man seek only appetite
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
The wicked
The wicked
The wicked man shall fall
Oh - The wicked man shall fall
Oh - The wicked
The wicked
Oh - The wicked man shall fall
Fall - Fall - Fall - Fall
Wicked man
Wicked man
Oh - Fall
In Her Veins
Jason Wilber
From the CD - King For A Day
The flowers don't grow unless she says they can
The sun won't rise until she waves her hand
Electricity is in her veins
And it pulls at me like that
When I walk away, I walk right back
Horses and castles and stories of distant lands
Move in her lips and the fingers on her hands
In hypnotic fascination
I watch the pendulum swing
Soon the very air begins to sing
So I attend her simple evening song
A single chair inside a concert hall
The music falls like rain
And washes my soul clean
Exhausted then my eyes can only sleep
I've made fifteen miles since daybreak
After fourteen nights planning escape
I'll be far away
And forget her very soon
No more than the tide escapes the moon
There's a fire in her veins
And it burns with my name
So I go like a moth into the flame
Jason Wilber is the guitar player for John Prine. He and some swooning bass player, David Jacques will be appearing with John Prine August 4th - Victoria, B.C. August 5th - Vancouver, B.C. Check ticketmaster for details.
Mr. Wilber is one fine guitar player, ranks right up there with Eric Clapton and Bruce Springsteen. Yikers, you should see him play on that DVD - John Prine - Sessions at West 54th. Take advantage of his free 4 song CD featuring a special duet with none other than John Prine. Advance here.
Jason extends his thanks for allowing this post on MFD.
Dedicated to Webgypsy:
Please feel free to insert I'm old but I'm young.
I haven't got it all figured out just yet
Hand In My Pocket: Alanis Morissette
I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby
What it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...
AHHHHhhhhhh! The complex-simplicity of it all!
quote:
He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Comin' home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door.......
Now he walks in quiet solitude the forests and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake
-JD-
Yo, check out this pic - it's UFCW icons Michael J. Fraser - Director of UFCW Canada (the red-nosed reindeer on the left) and Doug Dority - former Int'l Pres - the red-nosed sleigh puller on the right.
This pic is from the official UFCW Canada web site even though you could be forgiven for thinking it came off the closed circuit TV in the drunk tank on Friday night.
Here's a tune I'd like to dedicate to Mike and Doug.
Hangover
(Music--Kim Mitchell/Lyrics--Pye DuBois)
Tomorrow don't be here today / take a cruise take a holiday
cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window sun
C--i don't feel you but i know you're around
i can feel you cause i feel the sound
cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window sun
alka seltzer, tang and a 50 / it's all over / hangover
it's getting warmer
it's controlling my mind
it's coming closer
i'm biding my time
double vision when the bars close down
double vision when the bars close down
my legs are weak
her arms are strong
the door is open
the stairs are steep
the room is near
but oh so far
the lights are round
but so are the stars--C
you got a hangover?
i got a [MFD] hangover
Clay Pigeons
Blaze Foley
From the cd - Fair and Square - John Prine
2005
I'm going down to the Greyhound station
Gonna buy a ticket to ride
I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
And ride 'til the sun comes up and down
Around about two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Sing this song for the people I meet
And get along with it all
Where the people say "ya'll"
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I'm in
And get back in the game
And start playin' again
I'd like to stay
But I might have to go
To start over again
I might go back down to Texas
Or to somewhere that
I never been
And get up in the mornin'
And go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Get used to being alone
Change the words to this song
And start singing again
I'm tired of running around
Lookin' for answers
To questions that I already know
I could build me a castle with memories
Just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights
That it takes to get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again
When I know what to say
I'm going down to the Greyhound station
Gonna buy a ticket to ride
I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
And ride 'til the sun comes up and down
Around about two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Sing this song for the people I meet
And get along with it all
Where the people say "ya'll"
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again
When I know what to say
Where's YBTW?
I am dedicating this song to the colour purple, to the newly created ctw fiefdom and to andy stern in celebration of his ascent to the throne. Long live labour! Long live andy!
Orange Colored Sky
I was walking along, minding my business
When out of an orange-colored sky
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Wonderful you came by
I was humming a tune, drinking in sunshine
When out of that orange-colored view
Wham! Bam! Alakazam!
I got a look at you
One look and I yelled "Timber"
"Watch out for flying glass"
'Cause the ceiling fell and the bottom fell out
I went into a spin and I started to shout,
"I've been hit, This is it, This is it!"
I was walking along minding my business
When love came and hit me in the eye
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
Out of an orange-colored sky.
High Country Girl - Vicki Jollymore Field
Hummingbirds, hay meadows, pine trees, and deer
The bawling of whitefaces gathering near
Infinite sky at the top of the world
This is the home of a high country girl
Winds that can soothe you, or strangle or scream
Nights that surround with the silence of dreams
Whiskies debating the chattering squirrels
Sounds just like home to a high country girl
Sunshine that bounces off breeze-ruffled lakes
Thunder that beats at the sky 'til it breaks
Mud deep as the snow banks, dust storms that swirl
Round the blue jeans and boots of a high country girl
Her body may wonder, her heart never will
In moments of quiet she dreams of it still
This beauty and peace of a faraway world
Reach out to the soul of a high country girl
NO SHELTER
by Rage Against the Machine
The main attraction distraction
Got you number than number than numb.
Empty your pockets son they got you thinkin' that
What you need is what they sellin'
Make you think that buyin' is rebellin'
From the theaters to malls on every shore
The thin line between entertainment and war
The front line is everywhere there'll be no shelter here
Still burn the nightmare works you pushin' for,
I'm a snap of the whip, the true feather to tar
Memroy erased and promise gone,
Tradin' your history for a V.C.R.
Cinema simulated life in trauma
Forthright culture, Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin' for
The thin line between entertainment and war
There'll be no shelter here,
The front line is everywhere. X4
Hospitals not profitful
The market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View the world from American eyes
The parmagon keep fiendin' for more
The thin line between entertainment and war
Fix the need, develop the taste,
Buy the products, or get laid to waste
Coca-cola was back in the veins of Saigon
And Rambo troops We got a dope pair 'a Nikes on
Godzilla pure motherfuckin' filler
Get your eyes on the real killer,
Cinema simulated life in trauma
Forthright culture, Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin' for,
The thin line between entertainment and war.
There'll be no shelter here,
The front line is everywhere. X4
American eyes, American eyes,
View the world from American eyes,
Bury the past, rob us blind,
leave nothing behind. X2
Just stare. X4
Or live the nightmare.
For atu...
(Off the 1995 album 'Fight For Your Mind' by Ben Harper)
People Lead
Oppression
Excuse Me Mr.
Fight For Your Mind
(We're Not) The Jet Set
Bobby Braddock
from the cd In Spite Of Ourselves - John Prine
(with Iris Dement)
By a fountain back in Rome, I fell in love with you
In a small cafe in Athens, you said you loved me too
And it was April in Paris when I first held you close to me
Rome, Georgia, Athens, Texas, and Paris, Tennessee
No we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
There's no Riviera in Festus, Missouri
And you won't find Onassis in Mullinville, Kansas
No we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love
No we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
Our steak and Martinis is draft beer with weenies
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky is Haggard and Husky
No we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love
No we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevro-let set
The Prine and Dement set
Ain't the flaming suzette set
Our Bach and Tchaikovsky is Haggard and Husky
We're the old Chevro-let set
But ain't we got love
Sorry press, don't know where I misplaced my manners? I meant to thank you for the music but somehow got lost! THANKS Really good stuff from Brother Ben!
In Spite Of Ourselves
John Prine with Iris Dement
cd - In Spite Of Ourselves - John Prine
(John)
She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go
(Iris)
He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby
And I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
(Together - the chorus)
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
(John)
She thinks all my jokes are all corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.
(Iris)
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out weirdo and a lovebug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go
Chorus X 2
The Warrior From The War
As mentioned, every now and then, I take a tumble on the snow and find a new songwriter. Introducing, Wes Singleton.
Wes Singleton
March 2005
..intro..
"My brother-in-law was just finishing his tour in Iraq and I got to thinking about the troops coming home and how during the Vietnam war they were not treated the way I think they should have been ...and the phrase "separate the warrior from the war" just kept rattling around in my brain until I finally pulled out a notebook and wrote the song".
The Warrior From The War
I grew up in the shadow of Vietnam
It was a war we couldn't win
And now some think that we are in the same kind of war again
I don't know much about politics but I know one thing for sure
I hope this time we can separate
The Warrior From The War
(X2)
Half a million boys went to Vietnam
One in ten never came back
Now the young are dying in the Middle East
And that has become a sad fact
I don't want to read about another death
I don't want to hear about one more
But I hope this time we can separate
~The Warrior From The War~ (X2)
They are over there doing their duty
What they were called on to do
And it's true they have a mission
And they want to see it through
I just hope that this time
We do what we didn't do before
I hope this time we can separate
~The Warrior From The War~
All Those Years Ago
George Harrison
From The Album
Living in England
1981
I'm shouting all about love
While they treated you like a dog
When you were the one who had made it so clear
All those years ago
I'm talking all about how to give
They don't act with much honesty
But you point the way to the truth when you say
All You Need Is Love
Living with good and bad
I always looked up to you
Now we're left cold and sad
By someone the devil's best friend
Someone who offended all
We're living in a bad dream
They've forgotten all about mankind
And you were the one they backed up to the wall
All those years ago
You were the one who imagined it all
All those years ago
Deep in the darkest night
I send out a prayer to you
Now in the world of light
Where the spirit free of the lies
And all else that we despised
They've forgotten all about god
He's the only reason we exist
Yet you were the one that they said was so weird
All those years ago
You said it all though not many had ears
All those years ago
You had control of our smiles and our tears
All those years ago
Fight My Way Out
Dan Reeder
OhBoy Records
2005
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, (a few oh's too)
Oh I'm ready to fight my way out of this ghetto
Well, I just got home from work and I am sick and tired of painting doors
It's all I can do to to take it, but I'd 'bout had it anymore
Oh, I am ready to fight my way out of this ghetto
And, I'm going to have to go to the store
And buy some milk, some crackers and some bread
It's not a great lot of fun
But it's better than being dead
Oh, I'm ready to fight my way out of this ghetto
Tomorrow morning I'm gonna get up and I'm gonna do the same god damn thing
Makes me think about the american way
About lettin' freedom ring
Oh, I'm ready to fight my way (ahem) out of this ghetto (ahem)
So goodnight Ladies and Gentlemen
It is time to go to bed
And forget about all the damn 'like youse' boilin' around in my head
Oh, I am ready to fight my way out of this ghetto (cough)
And I'm so tired about thinking about quittin' smokin'
Stayin' up too late
Like to buy a lil' shack on the beach in Mexico
And sell bait
Oh, I'm ready to fight my way out of this ghetto
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This year for the festive season, I got a copy of No Direction Home, Martin Scorsese's cool documentary about Bob Dylan. Here's a tune that I hadn't heard in a while - fresh with new meaning. The last verse is especially inspiring.
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
quote:
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Just a Saturday Night Live music video floating around the net. The type of stuff that cracks me up...
http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=zLElfJ9YCh0
Ode To Luck - Thanks to John Prine, I would like to introduce to you, Chuck Micallef. A singer/songwriter born in Toronto, Ontario.
The Moon, The Stars, and The Sun
You got a smile that lights up the room
You got a laugh that makes everything alright
You got the beauty of Freesias in bloom
And you got two silkly arms to hold me tight
The way that you make me feel darlin' is like
Ten Christmas mornings rolled into one
The instant that you look into my eyes
I see The Moon, The Stars, and The Sun
I got a way of moving much too fast
I got a head right now that is in a spin
I got some feelings that I know are going to last
And I got to learn to lose before I win
The way that you me feel Darlin' Is Like
Ten Christmas mornings rolled into one
The instant that you look into my eyes
I see The Moon, The Stars, and The Sun
I heard an owl call out in a quiet night
At the very same moment that I thought of you
Before I knew it I was seeing the daylight
As a swallow from its nest the very first time it flew
The way that you make me feel darlin' is like
Ten Christmas mornings rolled into one
The instant that you look into my eyes
I see The Moon, The Stars, and The Sun
Published by CFP Publishing (Socan)
Chuch Micallef (2002)
To note - Song For The Week -
Some years back while living in Canada, Chuck worked-belonged to the ufcw, as did his Father.
He currently lives in the UK and will soon be moving back to Canada with his bride!
Ode to Love, Ode to John Prine, Ode to Canada!
On this eve of our transition to our new home at www.uncharted.ca, I thought that I would do my last post in this, the longest-running thread on our current site.
For tonight's Song for the Week, I've chosen a tune that's always been a source of inspiration to me - My Way by the Sex Pistols (a really cool knock off of the Frank Sinatra tune).
To really get into it, download the Sex Pistols version (or put it in your CD player if you have copy at home) and check it out:
You can download a copy here
MY WAY
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friends, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've travelled each and every highway
And yet, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets I've had a few
But then again, few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through without exemption
I've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
There were times,
I'm sure you knew
When there was fuck, fuck
Fuck all else to do
But through it all,
When there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I faced 'em all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved and been a snide
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And might I say not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a brat,
What has he got
When he wears hats and he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows,
I took the blows
And did it my way
*******
It's been real! Way real. Let's not stop now. See you at www.uncharted.ca