Thursday, November 15, 2012
Friday, November 9, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Natalie Merchant one fine day
one fine day
you'll look at me
and then you'll know our love was
meant to be
one fine day
you're gonna want me
for your girl
the arms I long for
will open wide
and you'll be proud to have me
right by your side
one fine day
you're gonna want me
for your girl
now i know you're
kind of a boy
who only wants to run around
i'll keep waiting
and some day, darling
you'll come to me
when you want to settle down
one fine day
we'll meet once more
and then you'll want the love you
threw away before
one fine day
you're gonna want me
and one fine day
you're gonna want me
and one fine day
you're gonna want me
for your girl
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Journey - "Lights"
When the lights go down in the City
And the sun shines on the bay
Do I want to be there in my City
Ooh, ooh
So you think you're lonely
Well my friend I'm lonely too
I want to get back to my City by the bay
Ooh, ooh
It's sad, oh there's been mornings out on the road without you,
Without your charms,
Ooh, my, my, my, my, my
When the lights go down in the City
And the sun shines on the bay
Do I want to be there in my City
Ooh, ooh
When the lights go down in the City
And the sun shines on the bay
Do I want to be there in my City
Ooh, ooh
Elton John - Someone Saved My Life Tonight
When I think of those east end lights, muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima donna Lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling 'round the basement floor
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye
I never realized the passing hours of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It's four o'clock in the morning
Dammit listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your h.p. demands forever
They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone
Touch of Grey - Grateful Dead
Must be getting early; clocks are running late.
Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony.
Dawn is breaking everywhere; light a candle, curse the glare.
Draw the curtains; I don't care, 'cause it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
I see you've got your list out, say your piece and get out.
Guess I get the gist of it but it's alright
Sorry that you feel that way; the only thing there is to say,
Every silver lining's got a touch of grey.
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
It's a lesson to me, the Ables and the Bakers and the C’S
The A-B-C's we all must face, try to keep a little grace.
It's a lesson to me, the Deltas and the East and the Freeze.
The A-B-C's we all think of, try to give a little love.
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years,
It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright.
The cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen,
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
The shoe is on the hand it fits; there's really nothin' much to it.
Whistle through your teeth and spit 'cause it's alright
Oh well, a touch of grey, kind of suits you anyway,
That was all I had to say, and it's alright
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
We will get by, we will get by, we will get by, we will survive.
We will get by, we will get by, we will get by, we will survive.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Beethoven Sonata no. 8 Pathetique
Beethoven Sonata no. 8 Pathetique - 1st Movement in C minor
Beethoven Sonata no. 8 Pathetique - 2nd Movement in A flat major
Queen - 'Bohemian Rhapsody'
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...
Monday, September 3, 2012
Dusty Springfield - The Windmills of Your Mind
Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind !
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone,
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream,
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping ....
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly ?
Was it something that you said ?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand ?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong ?
He: when you knew
That it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color
Of her hair !
She: when you knew
That it was over
In the autumn of goodbyes
For a moment
You could not recall the color
Of his eyes !
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles
That you find
In the windmills of your mind !
Thursday, August 23, 2012
"Seeds" by Kathy Mattea
Sometimes I stop on my way home
And watch the children play
And I wonder if they wonder
What they'll be someday
Some will dream a big dream
And make it all come true
While others go on dreaming
Of things they'll never do
We're all just seeds
In God's hands
We start the same
But where we land
Is sometimes fertile soil
And sometimes sand
We're all just seeds
In God's hands
I saw a friend the other day
I hardly recognized
He'd done a lot of living
Since I'd last looked in his eyes
He told his tale of how he'd failed
The lessons he'd been taught
But he offered no excuses
And he left me with this thought
We're all just seeds
In God's hands
We start the same
But where we land
Is sometimes fertile soil
And sometimes sand
We're all just seeds
In God's hands
As I'm standing at a crossroads once again
I'm reminded we're all the same when we begin
And in the end...
We're all just seeds
In God's hands
We start the same
But where we land
Is sometimes fertile soil
And sometimes sand
We're all just seeds
In God's hands
We're all just seeds
In God's hands
Monday, August 13, 2012
The Bangles --- Eternal Flame
Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating
Do you understand
Do you feel the same
Am I only dreaming
Is this burning an eternal flame
I believe it's meant to be, darling
I watch you when you are sleeping
You belong with me
Do you feel the same
Am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame
Say my name sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely
And then you come and ease the pain
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Janis Ian Getting Over You
Borrowed things on guarded lines
Sign the past away.
This is yours and that is mine,
So the people say.
How can you move so quickly?
How can you heal so fast?
And what will I do with my mornings?
And what will I do with my nights?
Tell me what you see in her that used to be in me,
Why is it the simple truths are hardest to believe?
How can I start all over?
Knowing we'll just be friends.
And what will i do with my mornings?
And what will i do with my nights?
You want answers that I can't give,
You want words I don't know.
Ask me when I'm through getting over you.
Mmmmm oooh
After this day is over,
How will my dreams go on?
And what will I do with my mornings?
Tell me what will I do with my nights?
You want answers that I can't give,
You want words I don't know.
Ask me when I'm through getting over you.
Ask me when I'm through getting over you.
Friday, July 6, 2012
Janis Ian - Society's Child
An astonishing performance by 16 year old Janis on the Smothers Brothers show.
Come to my door, baby,
face is clean and shining black as night.
My mother went to answer, you know,
and you looked so fine.
Now I can understand your tears and your shame.
She called you "boy" instead of your name.
When she wouldn't let you inside.
When she turned and said
"But honey, he's not our kind."
She said I can't see you any more, baby.
Can't see you anymore.
Walk me down to school, baby.
Everybody's acting deaf and blind.
Until they turn and say
why don't you stick to your own kind.
(Not sure about the rest of this verse. It sounds to me like)
My teachers all laugh, they smirk and stare.
Cutting deep down in our affair.
Preachers of equality. They say "Believe us"
but why won't they just let us be?
They say I can't see you anymore, baby.
Can't see you anymore.
One of these days I'm gonna stop my listening,
Gonna raise my head up high.
One of these days I'm gonna raise my glistening wings and fly.
But that day will have to wait for awhile.
Baby, I'm only society's child.
When we're older things may change.
But for now this is the way they must remain.
I say I can't see you any more, baby.
Can't see you anymore.
No, I don't wanna see you any more, baby
Janis Ian (born Janis Eddy Fink, April 7, 1951) is an American songwriter, singer, musician, columnist, and science fiction author.[1] Ian first entered the folk music scene while still a teenager in the mid-sixties; most active musically in that decade and the 1970s, she has continued recording into the 21st century. In 1975, Ian won a Grammy Award for her song, "At Seventeen".
Biography
Childhood
Born to a Jewish family in New York City,[2] she was primarily raised in New Jersey, initially on a farm, and attended East Orange High School[3] and the New York City High School of Music & Art. Her parents, Victor (a music teacher) and Pearl, ran a summer camp in upstate New York. In that Cold War era they were frequently under government surveillance because of their left-wing politics. Ian would allude to these years later in her song "God and the FBI". Young Janis admired the work of folk pioneers such as Joan Baez and Odetta. Starting with piano lessons at the age of 6 or 7, by the time she hit her teens, Ian had learned the organ, harpsichord, French horn, flute and guitar.[4] At the age of 12, Ian wrote her first song, "Hair of Spun Gold," which was subsequently published in the folk publication Broadside and was later recorded for her debut album. In 1964, she legally changed her name to Janis Ian, using as her new last name her brother Eric's middle name.[2]Music career
At the age of thirteen, Ian wrote and sang her first hit single, "Society's Child (Baby I've Been Thinking)", about an interracial romance forbidden by a girl's mother and frowned upon by her peers and teachers: the girl ultimately decides to end the relationship, claiming the societal norms of the day have left her no other choice. Produced by George "Shadow" Morton and released three times between 1965 and 1967, "Society's Child" finally became a national hit upon its third release, after Leonard Bernstein featured it in a TV special titled Inside Pop: The Rock Revolution.[2] The song's lyrical content was taboo for some radio stations, and they withdrew or banned it from their playlists accordingly; in her 2008 autobiography Society's Child, Ian recalls receiving hate mail and death threats as a response to the song, and mentions that a radio station in Atlanta that played it was burned down. In the summer of 1967, "Society's Child" reached #14 on the Billboard Hot 100, the single having sold 600,000 copies, and the album 350,000.[5]Ian relates on her website that, although the song was originally intended for Atlantic and the label paid for her recording session, the label subsequently returned the master to her and quietly refused to release it. Years later, Ian says, Atlantic's president at the time, Jerry Wexler, publicly apologized to her for this. The single and Ian's 1967 eponymous debut album were finally released on Verve Forecast; her album was also a hit, reaching #12. In 2001, "Society's Child" was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame, which honors recordings considered timeless and important to music history. Her early music was compiled on a double CD entitled Society's Child: The Verve Recordings in 1995.
"Fly Too High" (1979), produced by disco producer Giorgio Moroder, was her contribution to the soundtrack of the Jodie Foster film Foxes, also featured on Ian's 1979 album Night Rains. It earned her a Grammy nomination and became a hit single in many countries, including South Africa, Belgium. Australia, Israel, and the Netherlands.
Another country where Ian has achieved a high level of popularity is Japan. She had two top 10 singles on the Japanese Oricon charts, "Love Is Blind" in 1976, and "You Are Love" in 1980; and her album Aftertones topped Oricon's album chart in October 1976. "You Are Love (Toujours Gai Mon Cher)" is the theme song of Kinji Fukasaku's 1980 movie Virus, which was the most expensive Japanese film ever made at the time. Ian has cut several other singles specifically for the Japanese market, including 1998's "The Last Great Place". Even now, she's still regarded as the Godmother of Japanese singer-songwriters, and has a thriving career there and in Europe.
By contrast, in the U.S., Ian made the pop charts only once more after "At Seventeen" ("Under the Covers", #71 in 1981), though she had several more songs reach the Adult Contemporary singles chart through 1980 (all failing to make the Top 20, however). She walked away from her CBS contract in 1982, while it still had three albums to go. Ian deliberately spent much of the 1980s and early 1990s without a record deal. During the 1982–1992 period she continued to write songs, often in collaboration with songwriting partner Kye Fleming, which were covered by the likes of Amy Grant, Bette Midler and Marti Jones. She also studied under acting coach Stella Adler and struck up a close friendship with her, which continued until the latter's death in 1992.
Ian finally became one of the first "indie artists," resurfacing in 1993, with the worldwide release of Breaking Silence and its title song about incest.[7] She also came out as a lesbian with that release. She also, in 1993, made her The Howard Stern Show appearance, where she performed a "new" version of "At Seventeen" about Jerry Seinfeld. Since then Ian has released several albums.
Ian's most recent album, Folk Is The New Black, was released jointly by the Rude Girl and Cooking Vinyl labels in 2006. It is the first in over twenty years where she did all the songwriting herself.[8]
She still tours and has a devoted fan base. Her autobiography, "Society's Child," was released by Penguin in mid-2008 to critical acclaim.
Other artists have recorded Ian's compositions, most notably Roberta Flack, who had a hit in 1973 with Ian's song "Jesse",[7][dead link] also recorded by Joan Baez and Dottie West; Ian's own version is featured on her 1974 album Stars (the title song of which has also been oft-covered, including versions by Cher, Nina Simone and Barbara Cook). Other artists who have recorded or performed songs written or co-written by Janis Ian include Amy Grant, Jeanette Dimech, Sheena Easton, Michele Pillar, Mel Torme, Michelle Wright, Bette Midler ("Some People's Lives," a song written by Ian and her then-partner Kye Fleming, became the title song of her 1990 album), Jann Arden, and Japanese singer Shiina Ringo (covered Ian's breakthrough Japanese hit, "Love Is Blind").
Criticism of the RIAA
She is an outspoken critic of the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA),[9] a record industry organization which she sees as acting against the interests of musicians and consumers. As such, she has willingly released several of her songs for free download from her website.[10] Along with science fiction author Eric Flint, she has argued that their experience provides conclusive evidence that free downloads dramatically increased hard-copy sales, contrary to the claims of RIAA and NARAS.[11] Ian's signature tune "At Seventeen" sold over two million singles in the United States alone yet was never certified."I've been surprised at how few people are willing to get annoyed with me over it," she laughs. "There was a little backlash here and there. I was scheduled to appear on a panel somewhere and somebody from a record company said if I was there they would boycott it. But that's been pretty much it. In general the entire reaction has been favorable. I hear from a lot of people in my industry who don't want to be quoted, but say 'yeah, we're aware of this and we'd like to see a change too.'"[12]
Writing and editing
Ian has been a regular columnist for, and still contributes to the LGBT news magazine, The Advocate.[15] She has a selection of her columns available on her website.[16] She also contributed a column to Performing Songwriter magazine from 1995 through 2003.[17]
On July 24, 2008, Janis Ian released her autobiography Society's Child (published by Penguin Tarcher) to much critical acclaim. An accompanying double CD, The Autobiography Collection, has also been released with many of Ian's best loved songs.
Personal life
Ian married Portuguese filmmaker Tino Sargo in 1978; they divorced in 1983. Details of Sargo's physical and emotional abuse were discussed in Ian's autobiography, Society's Child. After moving to Nashville, she met Patricia Snyder in 1989. Ian has a stepdaughter by Snyder, and two grandchildren.[18] Ian came out as a lesbian in 1993 with the worldwide release of her album Breaking Silence.[7] Snyder and Ian were married in Toronto on August 27, 2003.[19]Ian's mother, Pearl, was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 1975. To deal with her disease, Ian and her brother convinced Pearl to pursue her lifelong dream of going to college. Pearl eventually enrolled in Goddard College's adult education program, ultimately graduating with a Master's degree. After Pearl's death, Ian decided to auction off merchandise and raise money to endow a scholarship at Goddard specifically for older continuing education students. This began what became the Pearl Foundation, which funds scholarships at other colleges including Warren Wilson College.[18]
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence
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 dared
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 whispered in the sounds of silence
Paul Simon began working on the song some time after the Kennedy assassination. He had made progress on the music but had yet to get down the lyrics. On 19 February 1964, the lyrics coalesced, as Simon recalled: "The main thing about playing the guitar, though, was that I was able to sit by myself and play and dream. And I was always happy doing that. I used to go off in the bathroom, because the bathroom had tiles, so it was a slight echo chamber. I'd turn on the faucet so that water would run — I like that sound, it's very soothing to me — and I'd play. In the dark. 'Hello darkness, my old friend / I've come to talk with you again'."[5]
Simon showed the new composition to Garfunkel the same day, and shortly afterward, the duo began to perform it at folk clubs in New York. In the liner notes of their debut album, Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M., Garfunkel claims, "'The Sound of Silence' is a major work. We were looking for a song on a larger scale, but this is more than either of us expected."[6]
Monday, April 30, 2012
Offenbach - Barcarolle , from 'The Tales of Hoffmann'
You're likely to be reading a lot about the Titanic this week if you haven't already, and you're likely to read more about it on this site before the week is over. But for today, a curious tie-in between the Titanic and Opera Wednesday.
The Titanic's orchestra has long since entered the realm of history for playing throughout the sinking, until the ship itself went under. Much of the discussion surrounds what the band actually played at the end, which is another story altogether. But music holds a strong power of identification in human memory, and it is enough for a few bars of a tune to be played to bring back instantly all the feelings, hopes and fears of a single moment of time. And so it was with the final piece that the orchestra played in their concert in the first class reception room that night. It was the last piece that anyone would hear until the Titanic's encounter with the iceberg, and for Noël Leslie, the Countess of Rothes, it created a memory she would never forget.
That night the orchestra played the Bacarolle from Offenbach's Tales of Hoffmann. It is a haunting piece of music, and when viewed in context of the opera it carries its own watery images, set as it is in Venice with its canals and boats. For the rest of her life, until her death in 1956, whenever she heard the Bacarolle the Countess would immediately feel the horror of that night, the bone-chilling cold of the North Atlantic, and the terror of seeing the great ship go down. It was that immediate, and that total. And here is the Bacarolle, one of the most popular pieces in opera, innocuous in its beauty, complete in the depth of feeling it could reproduce. ◙
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Wayne Shorter JUJU (Full Album)
1. JuJu
2. Deluge
3. House of Jade
4. Mahjong
5. Yes or No
6. Twelve More Bars to Go
Wayne Shorter - tenor saxophone
McCoy Tyner - piano
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Steely Dan - Deacon Blues
This is the day of the expanding man
That shape is my shade
There where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers, wild gamblers
That's all in the past
You call me a fool
You say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time
I'm ready to cross that fine line
I'll learn to work the saxaphone
I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
And I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues
My back to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love
With those of my kind
Libations
Sensations
That stagger the mind
I crawl like a viper
Through these suburban streets
Make love to these women
Languid and bittersweet
I'll rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I'll make it my home sweet home
(refrain)
This is the night of the expanding man
I take one last drag
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what I want to be
Friday, April 20, 2012
Jackson Browne - In The Shape Of A Heart
The song is about his wife Phyllis, and there's a lot of emotion in the lyrics.
It was a ruby that she wore
On a chain around her neck
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart
It was a time I won't forget
For the sorrow and regret
And the shape of a heart
And the shape of a heart
I guess I never knew
What she was talking about
I guess I never knew
What she was living without
People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
Speak in terms of belief and belonging
Try to fit some name to their longing
People speak of love
There was a hole left in the wall
From some ancient fight
About the size of a fist
Or something thrown that had missed
And there were other holes as well
In the house where our nights fell
Far too many to repair
In the time that we were there
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jackson+browne/in+the+shape+of+a+heart_20068621.html ]
People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Reach out to each other though the push and shove
Speak in terms of a life and the learning
Try to think of a word for the burning
You keep it up
You try so hard
To keep a life from coming apart
And never know
What breaches and faults are concealed
In the shape of a heart
It was the ruby that she wore
On a stand beside the bed
In the hour before dawn
When I knew she was gone
And I held it in my hand
For a little while
And dropped it into the wall
Let it go, heard it fall
I guess I never knew
What she was talking about
I guess I never knew
What she was living without
People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
Speak in terms of a life and the living
Try to find the word for forgiving
You keep it up
You try so hard
To keep a life from coming apart
And never know
The shallows and the unseen reefs
That are there from the start
In the shape of a heart
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Jackson Browne - I'm Alive
It's been a long time since I watched these lights alone
I look around my life tonight and you are gone
I might have done something to keep you if I'd known
How unhappy you had become
While I was dreaming of you
With my heart in your hands
And I was following though
With my beautiful plans
Yeah now I'm rolling down this canyon drive
With your laughter in my head
I'm gonna have to block it out somehow to survive
'cause those dreams are dead
And I'm alive
I want to go where I will never hear your name
I want to lose my sorrow and be free again
And I know I've been insane
When I think of places I could have been
But I was dreaming of you
With my heart in your hands
And I was following through
With my beautiful plans
Standing here by the highway side
Watching these trucks blow by
Inches from my face
Yeah thinking 'bout the time I've wasted
And the pleasure we once tasted
Looking up and down this road
I've been here before
Can't be here no more
Yeah now I'm rolling down California five
With your laughter in my head
I'm gonna have to block it out somehow to survive
'cause those dreams are dead
And I'm alive
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Steely Dan-Josie
We're gonna break out the hats and hooters
When Josie comes home
We're gonna rev up the motor scooters
When Josie comes home to stay
We're gonna park in the street
Sleep on the beach and make it
Throw down the jam till the girls say when
Lay down the law and break it
When Josie comes home
When Josie comes home, so good
She's the pride of the neighborhood
She's the raw flame, the live wire
She prays like a Roman, with her eyes on fire
Jo would you love to scrapple
She'll never say no
Shine up the battle apple
We'll shake 'em all down tonight
We're gonna mix in the street
Strike at the stroke of midnight
Dance on the bones till the girls say when
Pick up what's left by daylight
When Josie comes home
When Josie comes home, so bad
She's the best friend we never had
She's the raw flame, the live wire
She prays like a Roman with her eyes on fire
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Monday, April 16, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
"Daydream Believer"
Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings of the bluebird as she *sleeps*
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and we rise, wipe the sleep out of our eyes
The shavin' razor's cold and it stings
CHORUS
Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?
I once thought of you as a white knight on a steed
Now you know how happy we can be
Oh, and our good times **started then
With a dollar one to spend**
But how much baby do we really need?
CHORUS
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Radical Face - All is Well
It's hard to keep the rainclouds out
When the windows never close
And the house feels like a graveyard now
Like the floorboards hide the bones
And I have lost your face
It slips between my fingers now
And all the world is gray
As though you took the colors with you
When you went and passed away
I remember how the bedroom looked
When you left to see your lord
The sheets were a mess and your clothes were all wrecked in a pile by the door
All my blood runs the same as it did before
Only difference is now I can't feel it anymore
So I collected all our plans and crimes and set them all alight
The only thing that bounds me to this place you took with you when you died
So goodbye, goodbye
When the windows never close
And the house feels like a graveyard now
Like the floorboards hide the bones
And I have lost your face
It slips between my fingers now
And all the world is gray
As though you took the colors with you
When you went and passed away
I remember how the bedroom looked
When you left to see your lord
The sheets were a mess and your clothes were all wrecked in a pile by the door
All my blood runs the same as it did before
Only difference is now I can't feel it anymore
So I collected all our plans and crimes and set them all alight
The only thing that bounds me to this place you took with you when you died
So goodbye, goodbye
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Joe Brooks - For You
I've been wondering just how many more days 'Til I see your face I don't quite know just how to fill this space Where you used to lie And I'm aching and I'm breaking inside
And it's all because of you And it's all because of you I fall because of you And I'm all because of you
I don't know just how long I can wait To see you smile again I’ve been wondering just how long I can stay awake Before my eyes start to bleed Now I'm aching and I'm breaking inside
And it's all because of you And it's all because of you I fall because of you And I'm all because of you
Monday, March 5, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Me and Paul Revere' Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers
Steve Martin filmed a video performance for "Me and Paul Revere," his latest song with his bluegrass group Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers. The song was inspired by the oft-told tale of Paul Revere's ride, yet Martin infused a natural comedic twist to the song, as it's told from the previously ignored perspective of Revere's horse.
"I was impressed with David Hackett Fischer's book, Paul Revere's Ride, which gave the facts of a story that had been twisted throughout history," Martin says. "I was happy to write a song that told the truth of his ride, and tell the little-known story of what happened to Revere's horse that night."
Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers performed the song for the intimately shot video in front of a small group of fans in a tightly packed Williamsburg, Brooklyn loft. The video also has exclusive interview footage of the band discussing their first interactions with Steve Martin.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Musical politicians
Harry S. Truman plays « Première Arabesque » (Arabesque No. 1)
Richard Nixon plays his Piano Concerto #1
BILL CLINTON SAXOPHONE 1992
Richard Nixon plays his Piano Concerto #1
BILL CLINTON SAXOPHONE 1992
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