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Post by glenn on Jul 2, 2009 13:24:08 GMT -6
Jack-In-The-Green by Jethro Tull Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. He quietly sits under every tree in the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from the empty acorn cup the dew that dawn sweetly bestows. And taps his cane upon the ground signals the snowdrops it's time to grow. It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green no place to dance, no time for song. He wears the colours of the summer soldier carries the green flag all the winter long. Jack, do you never sleep does the green still run deep in your heart? Or will these changing times, motorways, powerlines, keep us apart? Well, I don't think so I saw some grass growing through the pavements today. The rowan, the oak and the holly tree are the charges left for you to groom. Each blade of grass whispers Jack-In-The-Green. Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night. And we are the berries on the holly tree. Oh, the mistlethrush is coming. Jack, put out the light. ********************************************* A very good collection of Jethro Tull lyrics to be found at: www.cupofwonder.comBeen watching some DVDs of this band. Strange and wonderful blend of rock, jazz, classical, and folk music that some called 'Bach and Roll.' I think I like it better now than I did twenty years ago!!! Hmm. Don't know what that says about me....
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Post by elementalbliss on Sept 1, 2009 2:24:02 GMT -6
The Joker
Some people call me the space cowboy
Some people call me the gangster of love, yeah
Some people walking round calling me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People talk about me, baby (People talk about me, bad to)
They say I'm doin' you wrong, (doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong)
Well, don't let that worry you baby (oh baby ....)
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home
(Everybody Singing Along)
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play the music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I give my lovin' on the run
You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
I want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, dovey-lovey, dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'm gonna show you a good time babe
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play the music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
Come on and follow me
You know I really want you for your company
Even though I'm attached to you physically
My computer mechanism wants you mentally
(Shoo be doo be doo shoo be)
You know I really want you for your company
(Shoo be doo be doo doo be)
My computer mechanism wants you mentally
People keep talking bout me like a low down dog (like a low life dog)
They say i'm doin ya wrong, doin ya wrong (doin ya wrong)
Well don't you know, don't you worry bout a thing pretty mama
Cause i'm right here, right here, right here singing along
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play the music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
an I'm a fa shizzile dizzile ma nizzle fizzle bizzle
I give my lovin' on the run
*One of my favorite songs*
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Post by anirbas on Sept 23, 2009 22:51:08 GMT -6
*I like that one, too, E'Bliss*
~What I Am lyrics
by Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy, is the talk on a cereal box
Religion, is a smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
i know what I know if you know what I mean
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
Oh I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy, is a walk on the slippery rocks
Religion, is a light in the fog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Do do ya
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what you are
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
Da da da da
I say I say I say I do hey hey hey hey hey hey
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Chuck me in the shallow water before I get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what you are
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what
Or what you are oh
Or what you are oh oh oh
Say what I am
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Post by anirbas on Oct 6, 2009 0:27:12 GMT -6
'Sounds Like Life to Me'
( lyrics by Darryl Worley, Wynn Varble, Phil O’Donnell )
Got a call last night from an old friend’s wife
Said I hate to bother you
Johnny Ray fell off the wagon
He’s been gone all afternoon
I know my buddy so I drove to Skully’s
And found him at the bar
I say hey man, what’s going on
He said I don’t know where to start
Sarah’s old car’s about to fall apart
And the washer quit last week
We had to put momma in the nursing home
And the baby’s cutting teeth
I didn’t get much work this week
And I got bills to pay
I said I know this ain’t what you wanna hear
But it’s what I’m gonna say
(Chorus)
Sounds like life to me it ain’t no fantasy
It’s just a common case of everyday reality
Man I know it’s tough but you gotta suck it up
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy
It sounds like life to me
Well his face turned red and he shook his head
He said you don’t understand
Three kids and a wife depend on me
And I’m just one man
To top it off I just found out
That Sarah’s 2 months late
I said hey bartender set us up a round
We need to celebrate
(Chorus)
Sounds like life to me plain old destiny
Yeah the only thing for certain is uncertainty
You gotta hold on tight just enjoy the ride
Get used to all this unpredictability
Sounds like life
Man I know its tough but you gotta suck it up
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy
Sounds like life to me
Sounds like life
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 20, 2009 19:29:20 GMT -6
Farther On -Jackson Browne
In my early years I hid my tears
And passed my days alone
Adrift on an ocean of loneliness
My dreams like nets were thrown
To catch the love that I'd heard of
In books and films and songs
Now there's a world of illusion and fantasy
In the place where the real world belongs
Still I look for the beauty in songs
To fill my head and lead me on
Though my dreams have come up torn and empty
As many times as love has come and gone
To those gentle ones my memory runs
To the laughter we shared at the meals
I filled their kitchens and living rooms
With my schemes and my broken wheels
It was never clear how far or near
The gates to my citadel lay
They were cutting from stone some dreams of their own
But they listened to mine anyway
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say
It could be I've lost my way
Though I keep a watch over the distance
Heaven's no closer than it was yesterday
And the angels are older
They know not to wait up for the sun
They look over my shoulder
At the maps and the drawings of the journey I've begun
Now the distance leads me farther on
Though the reasons I once had are gone
I keep thinking I'll find what I'm looking for
In the sand beneath the dawn
But the angels are older
They can see that the sun's setting fast
They look over my shoulder
At the vision of paradise contained in the light of the past
And they lay down behind me
To sleep beside the road till the morning has come
Where they know they will find me
With my maps and my faith in the distance
Moving farther on
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Post by glenn on Nov 27, 2009 17:00:04 GMT -6
Merry-Go-Round
(Not sure who wrote this. Might be Antje Duvekot, but the CD I have has Solas singing it:)
Someone is tossing petals in a stream
Somewhere someone is standing at the foothills of their dreams
Someone got a paintbrush, is painting over doubts
Someone opened up his eyes and saw the sun coming out
Someone was captive and found the courage to get off
From a boulder in the well, somewhere the rain has stopped
Someone is finding the place where they belong
Everyday is summer somewhere in the world
And the summer boys are headed for the falls to kiss the girls
With their impatient hands groping honey breasts and curls
They are filled with desire
And high in the hills there's a baby being born
As forgiveness and peace wash over bruises and sores
People bridging the distance over nettles and thorns
Everyone aboard on the merry-go-round
Some things will rise up so that others come down
If the devil don't dance, heaven won't shine
It's a mighty thick haze and it's a pretty thin line
If the faucet is tightened up the love won't flow
If the love isn't bright enough the corn won't grow
If the night isn't dark enough the moon won't glow
A rich man counting money, a tired man counting sheep
While the safe man counts his blessings, the hungry man has beans
There's a million people praying, raising up their eyes
To what turns out to be the same god, the same sky
We are slightly scared of death, a little bit afraid
So we celebrate everything we can think to celebrate
We shall sing out loud to keep the hounds away
Everyone aboard on the merry-go-round
Some things will rise up so that others come down
If the devil don't dance, heaven won't shine
It's a mighty thick haze and it's a pretty thin line
If the faucet is tightened up the love won't flow
If the love isn't bright enough the corn won't grow
If the night isn't dark enough the moon won't glow
Prisons will crumble and governments will fall
It's the order of freedom to be preceded by walls
Cause the truth would be worthless if no one ever lied
So we carry our shame in the interest of pride
And we have all these questions to make us go roam
And we’ve got all this distance to make us come home
As the sun burns, a child learns, the tide churns, the world turns
Everyone aboard on the merry-go-round
Some things will rise up so that others come down
If the devil don't dance, heaven won't shine
It's a mighty thick haze and it's a pretty thin line
If the facuet is tightened up the love won't flow
If the love isn't bright enough the corn won't grow
If the night isn't dark enough the moon won't glow
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Post by glenn on Nov 27, 2009 17:03:47 GMT -6
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Post by glenn on Nov 29, 2009 14:18:22 GMT -6
Another very pretty song from Antje: Diana's Song by Antje Duvekot When I was a little butterfly, I wasn't off to the best start I flew right into a big wet puddle and would not have gotten far Little wings stuck to the pavement amidst pedestrians and cars But you smiled and picked me up cause that's the way you are That's the way Well you took me in and dried me off and I wondered what I did To deserve a spot in your loving heart, now you're never getting rid of me And I could search the whole wide world until my feet hurt For a friend like you And I could make it a full time task, I don't think anyone would pass Cause I love you more than I could ever sing More than most anything Winter, spring, summer, fall, tupperware, and fudge And your little butterfly flew crooked but you loved me just as much And you said, "Take my love with you, this will always be your home You may flutter off in crooked flight, but you will never be alone" And I know I would have to search the whole wide world until my feet hurt For a friend like you And I could make it a full time task, I don't think anyone would pass Cause I love you more than I could ever sing More than most anything Well maybe one day I'll be famous and maybe one day I'll be rich And I will buy you a mansion and some German kitchen knives But just in case that doesn't happen, I wrote this song here to remind you Of how very much I love you, so let me tell you one more time I know that I would have to search the whole wide world until my feet hurt For a friend like you And I could make it a full-time task, I don't think anyone would pass Cause I love you more than I could ever sing More than most anything More than most anything More than most anything Lyrics from: www.antjeduvekot.net/lyrics/lyric_detail.php?ID=538Song on youtube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSs-dvS3Yvg&feature=related |
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Post by glenn on Nov 29, 2009 14:39:52 GMT -6
Karan Casey live from the Kennedy Center Millennium stage: I'm not sure which song she is singing, but she has a mighty lovely voice: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKO5BNhL714Found the lyrics (a Billy Bragg song): Distant Shore (Billy Bragg) Everyone knows that there’s no place like home I’m just seeking refuge in a world full of storms Washed up on a distant shore, can’t go home anymore The natives are hostile whatever I say The thing they fear most is I might want to stay By their side on a different shore, can’t go home anymore I escape my tormentors by crossing the sea What I cannot escape is the memory Washed up on a distant shore, can’t go home anymore Everyone knows that there’s no place like home I’m just seeking refuge in a world full of storms Washed up on a distant shore, can’t go home anymore Washed up on a distant shore, can’t go home anymore Washed up on a distant shore, can’t go home anymore from: www.karancasey.com/Distant%20lyrics.htm#DistantShore |
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Post by glenn on Nov 29, 2009 14:48:18 GMT -6
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Post by glenn on Nov 29, 2009 14:52:59 GMT -6
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Post by glenn on Nov 30, 2009 14:46:29 GMT -6
I Will Remember You Songwriters: Merenda, Dave; Egan, Seamus; Mclachlan, Sarah Ann I will remember you Will you remember me? Don't let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories I'm so tired but I can't sleep Standin' on the edge of something much too deep It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word Though we are screaming inside oh we can't be heard I will remember you Will you remember me? Don't let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose But once there was a darkness, deep and endless night You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light That I will remember you Will you remember me? Don't let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories I will remember you Will you remember me? Don't let your life pass you by Weep not for the memories © TYDE MUSIC; SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; SEAMUS EGAN MUSIC; T C F MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQtAOuBjysc&feature=related(Seamus Egan, one of the co-writers of this song, is also a member of Solas) |
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Post by glenn on Dec 1, 2009 16:07:51 GMT -6
Ballad of Accounting By Ewan MacColl www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cBsWIpkuT0In the morning we built the city In the afternoon walked through its streets Evening saw us leaving We wandered through our days as if they would never end All of us imagined we had endless time to spend We hardly saw the crossroads And small attention gave To landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave, cradle to the grave, cradle to the grave Did you learn to dream in the morning? Abandon dreams in the afternoon? Wait without hope in the evening? Did you stand there in the traces and let them feed you lies? Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes? Did you kiss the foot that kicked you? Did you thank them for their scorn? Did you ask for their forgiveness for the act of being born, act of being born, act of being born? Did you alter the face of the city? Did you make any change in the world you found? Or did you observe all the warnings? Did you read the trespass notices, did you keep off the grass? Did you shuffle off the pavement just to let your betters pass? Did you learn to keep your mouth shut, Were you seen and never heard? Did you learn to be obedient and jump to at a word, jump to at a word, jump to at a word? Did you ever demand any answers? The who, the what or the reason why? Did you ever question the setup? Did you stand aside and let them choose while you took second best? Did you let them skim the cream off and then give to you the rest? Did you settle for the shoddy? Did you think it right To let them rob you right and left and never make a fight, never make a fight, never make a fight? What did you learn in the morning? How much did you know in the afternoon? Were you content in the evening? Did they teach you how to question when you were at the school? Did the factory help you grow, were you the maker or the tool? Did the place where you were living Enrich your life and then Did you reach some understanding of all your fellow men, all your fellow men, all your fellow men? |
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Post by DavidMc on Dec 21, 2009 15:47:21 GMT -6
BITCH - MEREDITH BROOKS www.youtube.com/watch?v=M60cl7bKCMwI hate the world today You're so good to me I know but I can't change tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath innocent and sweet Yesterday I cried You must have been relieved to see the softer side I can understand how you'd be so confused I don't envy you I'm a little bit of everything all rolled into one Chorus: I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your health, I'm your dream I'm nothing in between You know you wouldn't want it any other way So take me as I am This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous and I'm going to extremes tomorrow I will change and today won't mean a thing Chorus Just when you think you've got me figured out the season's already changing I think it's cool you do what you do and don't try to save me Chorus I'm a bitch, I'm a tease I'm a goddess on my knees when you hurt, when you suffer I'm your angel undercover I've been numbed, I'm revived can't say I'm not alive You know I wouldn't want it any other way |
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Post by glenn on Dec 22, 2009 12:19:22 GMT -6
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Post by DavidMc on Dec 30, 2009 10:31:19 GMT -6
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqLBQXYj0vEHe's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot, And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot. He sent a note to Santa For some soldiers and a drum, It broke his little heart When he found Santa hadn't come. In the street he envies all those lucky boys, Then wanders home to last year's broken toys. I'm so sorry for that laddie, He hasn't got a daddy, The little boy that Santa Claus forgot. Spoken: (You know, Christmas comes but once a year for every girl and boy, The laughter and the joy they find in each brand new toy. I'll tell you of a little boy that lives across the way... This little fella's Christmas is just another day. He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot, And goodness knows, he didn't want a lot.) In the street he envies all those lucky boys, Then wanders home to last year's broken toys. I'm so sorry for that laddie, He hasn't got a daddy, The little boy that Santa Claus forgot. PS replace 'Laddie' with 'Ivy' I chose this way to show my utter disgust at her Father '''''
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Post by DavidMc on Feb 18, 2010 15:49:26 GMT -6
To A Child.Written and performed by Laura Nyro www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHWdkBO6Pw0What is life? Did you read about it In a magazine? Silent lies Never give you what you need Is there hope For a mother And an elf on speed? Kiss the sun hello Child in the park Make your life a lovin' thing I'm so tired You're so wired And I'm a poet Without a poem And you are my child "So serene" I read about us in a magazine Then why are we Crying by the washing machine? Let's run away child And follow a dream Kiss the sun hello Child in the park Make your life a lovin' thing The park is late The wind is strong The trees have eyes And you are my song My lovely song What is love? Child I am here to stand by you And you will find You own way hard and true And I'll find mine 'Cause I'm growin' with you Kiss the sun hello God & Goddess Make his life a lovin' thing And if I smile as you reach above the climbin' bars To see the stars You are my love My love I wish you... Harmony
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Post by DavidMc on Feb 19, 2010 3:14:40 GMT -6
Rednecks
Randy Newman
Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show
With some smart ass New York Jew
And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox
And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too
Well he may be a fool but he's our fool
If they think they're better than him they're wrong
So I went to the park and I took some paper along
And that's where I made this song
We talk real funny down here
We drink too much and we laugh too loud
We're too dumb to make it in no Northern town
And we're keepin' the niggers down
We got no-necked oilmen from Texas
And good ol' boys from Tennessee
And colleges men from LSU
Went in dumb. Come out dumb too
Hustlin' 'round Atlanta in their alligator shoes
Gettin' drunk every weekend at the barbecues
And they're keepin' the niggers down
CHORUS
We're rednecks, rednecks
And we don't know our ass from a hole in the ground
We're rednecks, we're rednecks
And we're keeping the niggers down
Now your northern nigger's a Negro
You see he's got his dignity
Down here we're too ignorant to realize
That the North has set the nigger free
Yes he's free to be put in a cage
In Harlem in New York City
And he's free to be put in a cage on the South-Side of Chicago
And the West-Side
And he's free to be put in a cage in Hough in Cleveland
And he's free to be put in a cage in East St. Louis
And he's free to be put in a cage in Fillmore in San Francisco
And he's free to be put in a cage in Roxbury in Boston
They're gatherin' 'em up from miles around
Keepin' the niggers down
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Post by anirbas on May 27, 2010 22:16:00 GMT -6
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Post by anirbas on Sept 29, 2010 11:25:17 GMT -6
"Life Of My Own"
lyrics by Three Doors Down
Living risky,
never scared, wander
Closer to the edge
Nothing valued think no fear,
Always wondering why you’re here
All your purposes are gone, nothing’s
Right and nothing’s wrong
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
Feel no sorrow, feel no pain
Kiss me while I’m still alive
Kill me while I kiss the sky
Let me die on my own terms,
Let me live and let me learn
Now I’ll follow my own way, and I’ll
Live on to another damn day
Freedom carries sacrifice,
Remember when this was my life
Looking forward, not behind
Everybody’s got to cross that line
Free me now to give me a place,
Keep me caged and free the beast
Falling faster, time goes by,
Fear is not seen through these eyes
What there was will never be,
Now I’m blind and cannot see
Kiss me while I’m still alive
Kill me while I kiss the sky
Let me die on my own terms, let me
Live and let me learn
Now I’ll follow my own way, and I’ll
Live on to another damn day
Freedom carries sacrifice,
Remember when this was my life
Kiss me while I’m still alive
Kill me while I kiss the sky
Let me die on my own terms, let me
Live and let me learn
Now I’ll follow my own way,
And I’ll live on to another damn day
Freedom carries sacrifice,
Remember when this was my life.
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Post by glenn on Oct 7, 2010 15:11:27 GMT -6
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Post by glenn on Nov 1, 2010 13:38:10 GMT -6
Remembrance Day – by Mark Knopfler On your maypole green see the winding morris men Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken waving hankies, sticks and boots - all the earth and roots Standing at the crease the batsman takes a look around The boys are fielding on home ground The steeple sharp against the blue - when I think of you Sam and Andy, Jack and John Charlie, Martin, Jamie, Ron Harry, Stephen, Will and Don Matthew, Michael - on and on We will remember them remember them, remember them We will remember them remember them, remember them Time has slipped away The summer sky to autumn yields A haze of smoke across the fields Let's up and fight another round and walk the stubbled ground When November brings the poppies on Remembrance Day when the vicar comes to say 'May God bless them, every one Lest we forget our sons' We will remember them remember them, remember them We will remember them remember them, remember them www.youtube.com/watch?v=57Rj-wODHNQ
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Post by glenn on Dec 19, 2010 14:08:57 GMT -6
Gypsy Wife by Leonard Cohen And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor? Whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more? And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight? Where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight? Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee She says, "My body is the light, my body is the way" I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?... Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood And there is no man or woman who can't be touched But you who come between them will be judged And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?... There are a bunch of different versions of this on youtube. Here's a link to one, a live performance at Dublin: www.youtube.com/watch?v=w80dImSq3k4
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Post by glenn on Aug 29, 2011 13:54:02 GMT -6
The Window by Leonard Cohen
Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves
Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The New Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorns
Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...
Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun
The sun give over to splendour
In the arms of the high holy one
For the holy one dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letter's death
Oh bless thee continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh
Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...
Gentle this soul
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Post by heartfelt7 on Sept 2, 2011 16:04:14 GMT -6
Love "The Window" by Leonard Cohen posted above! He is one of the wonderful things that came out of the '60s. What a great writer/poet. Post more, okay?
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Post by glenn on Sept 9, 2011 15:40:41 GMT -6
Yes, "The Window" is a wonderful song. Bit of trivia: the name "Cohen" in Judaism is comparable to "priest." See, for instance: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cohen_(surname) I believe Leonard Cohen recently released a new CD. Haven't listened to it yet. Sometimes his lyrics can be very inspiring, and sometimes they can seem troubled and depressed. But in any event a great lyricist and poet. |
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Post by glenn on Sept 10, 2011 15:38:34 GMT -6
Story of Isaac
by Leonard Cohen
The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
his blue eyes they were shining
and his voice was very cold.
He said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must do what I've been told."
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
and his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller,
the lake a lady's mirror,
we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
and he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
but it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
he looked once behind his shoulder,
he knew I would not hide.
You who build these altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and bloody,
you were not there before,
when I lay upon a mountain
and my father's hand was trembling
with the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now,
forgive me if I inquire,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads his fan.
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Post by glenn on Sept 10, 2011 15:48:12 GMT -6
Broken Arrow
By Robbie Robertson
Who else is gonna bring you
A broken arrow
Who else is gonna bring you
A bottle of rain
There he goes,
moving across the water
There he goes
turning my whole
world around
Do you feel what I feel
Can we make that so it's part of the deal
I gotta hold you in these arms of steel
Lay your heart on the line ... this time
I wanna breathe when you breathe
When you whisper like that hot
summer breeze
Count the beads of sweat that cover me
Didn't you show me a sign, this time
Who else is gonna bring you
A broken arrow
Who else is gonna bring you
A bottle of rain
There he goes, moving across the water
There he goes turning my whole
world around
Can you see what I see
Can you cut behind the mystery
I will meet you by the witness tree
Leave the whole world behind
I want to come when you call
I'll get to you if I have to crawl
They can't hold me with these iron walls
We've got mountains to climb
Who else is gonna bring you
A broken arrow
Who else is gonna bring you
A bottle of rain
There he goes, moving across the water
There he goes turning my whole
world around
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Post by glenn on Sept 12, 2011 13:17:47 GMT -6
Ancient Highwayby Van Morrison There's a small cafe on the outskirts of town I'll be there when the sun goes down Where the roadside bends And it twists and turns Every new generation And I'll be praying to my higher self Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground There's a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway When the train whistle blows All the sadness that Hank Williams knows And the river flows Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns In a factory in a street called Bread in East Belfast Where Georgie knows best What it's like to be Daniel in the lion's den Got so many friends only most of the time When the grass is high and the rabbit runs Though it's talkin' to you and I And every new generation comes to pay The dues of the organ grinder jam And the grinder's switch of the sacrifice Everybody made to be rational with understanding And I'll be praying to my higher self Oh, don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground What about all the people living in the nightmare hurt That won't go away no matter how hard they try They've got to pay time and time again, time and time again I'll be praying to my higher self And I'll be standin' there, where the boats go by When the sun is sinking way over the hill On a Friday evening when the sun goes down On the outskirts of town, I wanna slip away I wanna slip away, got to get away And I'll be praying to my higher self Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground, don't let me down You'll be cryin' again, you'll be cryin' again, you'll be cryin' again By the same wipe the teardrops from your eyes Have to slip away in the evening when the sun goes down Over the hill, with a sense of wonder Everything gonna be right on a Friday evening All the cars go by all along down The ancient highway And I'll be praying, I'll be praying to my higher self Don't let me down, keep my feet, keep my feet on the ground Keep my feet on the ground Travelling like a stranger in the night, all along the ancient highway Got you in my sights, got you on my mind I'll be praying in the evening when the sun goes down Over the mountain, got to get you right in my sight As the beams on the cars from the overpass On the ancient highway shine like diamonds in the night Like diamonds in the night I'll be praying to my higher self, to my higher self Don't let me down, don't let me down And you'll be standing there, while the boats go by While the boats go by on a Friday evening Shining your light, shining your light on a Friday evening Got to slip away, got to slip away down that ancient highway In a town called Paradise, in a town, in a town All along, all along that road, all along that road, All along that road with the trancelike vision I'll be praying to my higher self, don't let me down, don't let me down Keep my feet on the ground, keep my feet on the ground, Keep my feet on the ground Friday evening got to slip away Watching the view from a car from the overpass And we're driving down that ancient road Shining like diamonds in the night, oh diamonds in the night All along the ancient highway Got you in my sight, got you in my mind Got you in my arms and I'm praying, and I'm gonna pray I'm gonna pray, to my higher self, ah don't let me down this song can be heard here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqwSOrenw2U 
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Post by glenn on Sept 30, 2011 15:56:33 GMT -6
"Fall On Me" -- by R.E.M.
There's a problem, feathers, iron
Bargain buildings, weights and pulleys
Feathers hit the ground
Before the weight can leave the air
Buy the sky and sell the sky
And tell the sky, and tell the sky
Fall on me (what is it up in the air for)
Fall on me (if it's there for long)
Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)
There's the progress
We have found a way to talk around the problem
Building towers
Foresight isn't anything at all
Buy the sky and sell the sky
And bleed the sky and tell the sky
Fall on me (what is it up in the air for)
Fall on me (if it's there for long)
Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)
Fall on me
(Well I would keep it above but then it wouldn't be sky any more)
(So if I send it to you you've got to promise to keep it home)
Buy the sky and sell the sky
And lift your arms up to the sky
And ask the sky, and ask the sky
Fall on me (what is it up in the air for)
Fall on me (if it's there for long)
Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)
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