Deep Songs
I want to propose a thread about songs with somewhat philosophical lyrics. Aka "deep songs". This is not necessarily calling for a discussion about what the songs really mean (often there's no such thing as a real meaning for a poem); rather you may want to say why you see the lyrics as important or noteworthy, or not.
To get started, a U2 song here covered by Johnny Cash, One, which I see as about the competing forces of solidarity and competition among any human group.
To get started, a U2 song here covered by Johnny Cash, One, which I see as about the competing forces of solidarity and competition among any human group.
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We could add a new verse about crooked necked, hunch shoulder, half blind people as well to bring it up to date.
Read the comments under the video.
An interpretive essay on the evils of inter-human complacency, of which most of us are somewhat guilty.
I don't believe in an interventionist god
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms
And I believe in love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, o Lord
Dylan wrote quite a few.
"Blues" (5:22) - Wynton Marsalis
Black Codes (From The Underground), 1985
(about life choices)
To be or not to be
To free or not to free
To crawl or not to crawl
Fuck all those perfect people
To sleep or not to sleep
To creep or not to creep
And some can't remember
What others recall
Fuck all those perfect people
Sleepy eyes, waltzing through
I'm not talking 'bout you
To stand or not to stand
To plan or not to plan
To stall or not to stall
Fuck all those perfect people
To drink or not to drink
To think or not to think
Some choose to dismember
Your rise and your fall
Fuck all those perfect people
Sleepy eyes, waltzing through
I'm not talking 'bout you!
To sing or not to sing
To swing or not to swing
Hell, he fills up the silence
like a chalk on the wall
Fuck all those perfect people
To pray or not to pray
To sway or not to sway
Jesus died for something,
Or nothing at all
Fuck all those perfect people
Sleepy eyes, waltzing through
I'm not talking 'bout you
"Strange Fruit" (3:22)
Sung by Billie Holiday (1939)
Lyrics by Abel Meeropol (1937)
I believe it was written by Holiday, not just sung.
// sorry, my mistake, it’s a poem by Robert Meeropol. Holiday contributed to the music, not the lyrics.
https://youtu.be/m5FCcDEA6mY
"Southern Man" (5:31) - Neil Young
After The Gold Rush (1970)
"Chameleon" (15:45) - Herbie Hancock
Headhunters (1973)
Charles Mingus: Bass; George Adams: Sax/vocals; Don Pullen: Piano; Jack Walrath: Trumpet; Dannie Richmond: Drums
Been bangin' my head against the window
Just trying to see the world outside
Some people say it doesn't matter
Some people take you for a ride
I am covered in blood and broken glass
It seems the window likes to fight
Some people say the world's on fire
Some people say the world's on ice
Some people say the world's on ice
Sweet all alone in alienation
Brick windows
I am sticking my face right through the glass
Just trying to see if the world's alive
Some people will say the window's broken
Some people will say it's all right
Some people will say it's all right
Keep bangin' my head against the wall (wall...)
Just trying to keep the past alive
Some people who make the windows shatter
Some people who make it airtight
Some people who make it airtight
Sweet all alone in alienation
Sweet all alone in alienation
Brick windows
Brick windows
Freedom, ignorance, jealousy, belligerence
Anger, self-control, tolerance, to and fro
Wisdom, ecstasy, addiction, dependency
Discipline, counter act, pray for peace, then attack
Dominance, contradict, upper class derelict
Downgrade, downsize, upstate, uprise
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Downtown, on the block, at the club
Steaming hot, dancing, talking shit, telling lies
Like a pimp, meanwhile, underpaid
Read like, second grade
Uncle Sam, sign you up
Benefits, and a gun
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
African people, African people, African people, African people
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
Rise up, over-stand
Stand your ground
Own your land
Serve all, love all, never sleep
Never fall, meditate
Eat right, pray first
Then fight, but for truth, not for fame
Not for glory, or the game
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
African people (Nigga, jungle bunny), African people (Coon, porch monkey), African people, African people
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
Liberia, Iraq
Dark brown, light black
South Africa, Mozambique
Mud hut, concrete, AIDS ridden
Heart disease, strange fruit, Southern trees
Sierre Leone, diamond mines
Cameroon, pipe lines
Port-au-Prince, Salvadore
Civil right, Civil War
Zimbabwe, trenchtown
Money makin', Queens bound
BX, Shaolin
Uptown, Brooklyn, upstate, Newburgh, unseen, unheard
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
African people, African people, African people, African people
Shotgun
Shotgun, (African people)
Shotgun, (African people)
African people
"Ne me quitte pas" (3:45)
Sung by Nina Simone (1965)
Lyrics by Jacques Brel (1959)
... not a love song but "a hymn to the cowardice of men".
:broken:
"Isn't It a Pity" (3:00) - George Harrison
Sung by George Harrison & Nina Simone (remix duet 2020 - from 1969 demo & 1972 cover, respectively)
"Danger Zone" - (2:25)
Sung by Ray Charles, 1961
Lyrics by Percy Mayfield, 1961
:death: :flower:
"Living In A Ghost Town" - (4:00)
The Rolling Stones, 2020
memento mori memento vivere
"You Can't Lose What You Ain't Never Had" - (2:58)
Folk Singer, 1964
Muddy Waters
In the last second of life
They're gonna show you how
How they run this show
Sure, run it into the ground
In the last second of life
They're gonna show you how
How they run this show
They run it into the ground
In the last second of life
They'll show you how
They run this show
Sure, run it into the ground
In the last second of life
They're gonna show you how
And the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our lives down to this planet earth
And the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our minds down to this planet earth
Everyone wants a double feature
They wanna be their own damn teacher, and how
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our lives down to this planet earth
It's all about moderate climates
You gotta be cold and be hot for sure
And it's all about the moderate climates
You wanna be blessed and be cursed for sure
And the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our lives down to this planet earth
And the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our lives down to this planet earth
Everyone wants a double feature
They wanna be their own damn teacher, and how
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our minds down to this planet earth
You’ve got the harder part
You’ve got the kinder heart, and it's true
I've got the easy part
I've got the harder heart, ain't that true?
Well, right wing, left wing, chicken wing
It's built on findin' the easier ways through
God is a woman and the woman is
An animal, that animal’s man, and that’s you
Was there a need for creation?
That was hidden in a math equation that asks this:
Where do circles begin?
Where do circles begin?
To die for ideas, the idea is excellent
Me, I almost died for not having it
For all those who had it, overbearing multitude
Screaming for death fell onto me
They convinced me, and my insolent muse
Abjuring her mistakes, rallies to their faith
With a hint of reserve, however
Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but a slow death
Judging that there is no emergency
Let's go to the other world strolling along the way
For if one speeds up too much, one may well die
For ideas that are no longer in use the next day
Now, if there is one bitter, distressing thing
When you give your soul back to God, it's to reckon
That you went the wrong way, and got the wrong idea
Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but slow death
The St. John Chrysotome, who preach martyrdom
More often than not, they linger here on earth
Dying for ideas, if you see what I mean
Is their reason for living, and they hold on to it
In almost all camps, we see some supplanting
Soon Methuselah in their longevity
I take it they must be saying, as an aside,
Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death...
All right, but a slow death
Ideas calling for the famous sacrifice
Sects of all kinds offer dozens of them
And the question for the novice victims is
It's all well and good to die for ideas, but which ones?
As they’re all similar to one another
When he sees them coming with their big flag
The wise, hesitantly, turns around the tomb
Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but a slow death
Still, if a few hecatombs were enough
To change and improve everything at last
Since so many "great nights", so many heads rolled off
That in heaven on earth, we'd already be there
But the golden age is constantly postponed
The gods are still thirsty, they never get enough
And it is death, death, a thousand times over
Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but a slow death
O you fire lighters, O you good apostles
Let you die first, we give way to you
But for God's sake, let the others live!
Life is about their only luxury here on earth
In any case, Death is vigilant enough
She doesn't need our help to raise her scythe
Nor our macabre dance around the gallows
Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but a slow death
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[i]Mourir pour des idées, l'idée est excellente
Moi j'ai failli mourir de ne l'avoir pas eue
Car tous ceux qui l'avaient, multitude accablante
En hurlant à la mort me sont tombés dessus
Ils ont su me convaincre et ma muse insolente
Abjurant ses erreurs, se rallie à leur foi
Avec un soupçon de déserve toutefois
Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente
Jugeant qu'il n'y a pas péril en la demeure
Allons vers l'autre monde en flânant en chemin
Car, à forcer l'allure, Il arrive qu'on meure
Pour des idées n'ayant plus cours le lendemain
Or, s'il est une chose amère, désolante
En rendant l'âme à Dieu, c'est bien de constater
Qu'on a fait fausse route, qu'on s'est trompé d'idée
Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente
Les Saint Jean bouche d'or, qui prêchent le martyre
Le plus souvent d'ailleurs, s'attardent ici-bas
Mourir pour des idées, c'est le cas de le dire
C'est leur raison de vivre, ils ne s'en privent pas
Dans presque tous les camps, on en voit qui supplantent
Bientôt Mathusalem dans la longévité
J'en conclus qu'ils doivent se dire, en aparté,
Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente
Des idées réclamant le fameux sacrifice
Les sectes de tout poil en offrent des séquelles
Et la question se pose aux victimes novices
Mourir pour des idées, c'est bien beau mais lesquelles?
Et comme toutes sont entre elles ressemblantes
Quand il les voit venir avec leur gros drapeau
Le sage, en hésitant, tourne autour du tombeau
Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente
Encore s'il suffisait de quelques hécatombes
Pour qu'enfin tout changeât, qu'enfin tout s'arrangeât
Depuis tant de "grands soirs" que tant de têtes tombent
Au paradis sur terre, on y serait déjà
Mais l'âge d'or sans cesse est remis aux calendes
Les dieux ont toujours soif, n’en ont jamais assez
Et c'est la mort, la mort, toujours recommencée,
Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente
Ô vous, les boutefeux, Ô vous les bons apôtres
Mourez donc les premiers, nous vous cédons le pas
Mais de grâce, morbleu! Laissez vivre les autres!
La vie est à peu près leur seul luxe ici-bas
Car, enfin, la Camarde est assez vigilante
Elle n'a pas besoin qu'on lui tienne la faux
Plus de danse macabre autour des échafauds
Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente[/i]
"Helpless" (3:33) - Neil Young
Déjà Vu, CSNY(1970)
About 8 years ago i woke up one morning with that song running through my head. I had not heard it in a very long time and it surprised me that I still knew the words. I could not get it out of my head all day i kept finding myself singing it to my self.
After a 2 hour meeting that numbed the senses I must have forgotten it, until I am leaving the building and I find a workmate with a book under her arm. Called "Puff the magic dragon". I could not sleep that night with that bloody song repeating itself over and over.
And you reminded me of it. AAaahhhhhhh.:cry:
I owe my life to music.
"Acknowledgement" (7:43) - John Coltrane
A Love Supreme (1965)
My favorite as well. But you knew that.
[i]Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men[/i]
[i]A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys
One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff, that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar[/i]
Is a special song for me, at a very difficult time in my life I was singing the song and became deeply saddened by the story.
That and "The Cat's Cradle" ....too hard to listen to still. Too many ties to my Dad and my sister :broken:
Quoting Hanover
Another time, another world, another go around :flower:
The heart wants to feel.
The heart wants to hold.
The heart takes past Subway,
Past Stop and Shop,
Past Beal's,
And calls it "coming home."
The heart wants a trail
Away from "alone”
So the heart turns a sale
Into a well-worn milestone
The heart wants soft furniture,
Fought-for fast food,
Defended end table that
Holds paperbacks and back U.S. News.
The mind turns an itch
Into a bruise,
And the hands start to twitch
When they're feeling ill-used.
But you're almost back now,
You can see by the signs;
From the bank you tell the temperature
And then the time,
And the billboard reads some headlines.
The head wants to turn,
To avert both its eyes,
But the mind wants to learn
Of some truth that might be
Inside reported crimes.
So they found a lieutenant
Who killed a village of kids.
After finishing off the wives,
He wiped off his knife
And that's what he did.
And they're not claiming that
There's any excusing it;
That was thirty years back,
And they just get paid for the facts
The way they got them in.
Now he's rising and not denying.
His hands are shaking, but he's not crying.
And he's saying "How did I climb
Out of a life so boring into that moment?
Please stop ignoring the heart inside,
Oh you readers at home!
While you gasp at my bloody crimes,
Please take the time
To make your heart my home:
Where I'm forgiven by time,
Where I'm cushioned by hope,
Where I'm numbed by long drives,
Where I'm talked off or doped.
Does the heart wants to atone?
Oh, I believe that it's so,
Because if I could climb back through time,
I'd restore their lives and then give back my own:
Tens of times now its size
On a far distant road
In a far distant time
Where every night I'm still crying,
Entirely alone."
But the news today always fades away as you drive by,
Until at dinnertime when you look into her eyes,
Lit by evening sun - that, as usual, comes
From above that straight, unbroken line,
The horizon
It’s rising
Seems a given,
Just like your living.
Your heart's warm and kind.
Your mind is your own.
So our blood-spattered criminal
Is inscrutable;
Don't worry, he won't
Rise up behind your eyes
And take wild control.
Se, he's not of this time,
He fell out of a hole.
In a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that I feel about you
Is beyond words
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live
We only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed
So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing
Oh give me the words, etc.
[Man's Voice, repeated]
[i]I would. Stop. Because ...
There will always be, because
There will always be, for two
There will always
Inside you can feel th-
Outside, you can see the difference
Inside. Stop. Inside difference
Outside, out- Stop
Inside, you can feel the difference
Feel the-
You can difference. Difference. Difference
You can see the-
Feel the difference
You can stop. Stop, and see the-
You can stop-
You can see the difference
Dragons, the policeman knew
Were supposed to breathe- to breathe fire. Fire
To breathe fire, and occasionally get themselves, get themselves
Slaughtered. Slaughtered. Slaughtered
He decided
That would definitely not be decided
Stop. Stop
Definitely not-
Stop. Stop
Not
Definitely
That would, that would, that would-
Stop
Definitely decided
Decided. Decided. Decided
Not not. Stop
Be decided[/i]
[Old Lady's Voice, repeated & overlayed]
The basis of the all-important question
Involved in the mixing and the regeneration of a person's voice
Incapable of any distinction between frequency response
Is such that the entire output is revealed in the voice
Is the actual voice itself of the voice being used
Is the voice being used?
Is the voice being used
Used voice being used
Being used voice, being voice
[Young Woman's Voice]
[i]This type of a formation can only be explained
When two or more separate units are linked together thus forming
A screen only detectable through specially designed equipment
On released that spot type floor[/i]
[Old Woman]
I decided to use the tools available
Stop. Stop. The tools available
Stop. Stop. Upon me
Force the tools available
Yes, I'm all right
"I Before E Except After C" (4:36) - Vince Clarke, Alison Moyet & Mrs. Radcliffe
Upstairs at Eric's by Yazoo (1982)
Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the Arab on the ground
I can see his open mouth
But I hear no sound
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab
I can turn
And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I chose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab
I feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes
Of the dead man on the beach
The dead man on the beach
I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an Arab
"Dis Poem" (2:55) - Mutabaruka
The Mystery Unfolds (1986)
Thanks. Hard to find a good poet nowadays.
As for me, I find a lot of inspiration in country music. It is a strange thing to say, but the contrast between lyrics and melody makes me think a lot. Look, for example, at Hank Williams and others. They put so much soul into what they did. I wish I had discovered this earlier.
"Done Somebody Wrong" (2:21)
Performed by Elmore James (1960)
Lyrics by Elmore James et al (1960)
Come closer, listen to me little boy
I will tell you the story of the human being
In the beginning there was nothing, everything was fine
Nature was going its own way and there was no path
Then man came along with his big boots
A few kicks in the face to gain some respect
He started to line out one-way roads
The arrows on the plain started to multiply
And all the elements had to witness their domestication
In a blink of an eye history took shaped
We aren’t going back anytime soon
We have even started to pollute the desert
You have to breathe — easier said than done
You're not going to die of laughter — that’s an understatement
A few years from now we will complete the process
And your grand-children will have just one eye
And they're going to ask you straight on
Why do you have two of these, you’ll look like a cunt
They will ask you why you let all this happen
And you will try in vain to explain, in a low voice
That it’s not your fault, it's your ancestors' fault
But there will be no one else to blame
You will tell them of the time when you could
Eat fruits while lying in the grass nearby
There were animals all over the forest
In the springtime the birds would return...
You have to breathe — easier said than done
You're not going to die of laughter — that’s an understatement
You have to breathe — tomorrow things will be worse
You're not going to die of laughter — that’s an understatement
The worst thing about this is that we are all slaves
And also assassins to a certain degree, incapable
To look at the trees without feeling guilty
We’ve half given up, a hundred percent miserable
So you see, little one... This is the story of the human being
It's not so nice and I don't know how it ends
You weren't born under a gooseberry bush
Rather in a hole, filled up everyday like a cesspit
Mickey 3D - Respire
"Whey mi belang" (4:01) - Mutabaruka
Check It!" (1982)
re: while thinking of ... Trayford Pellerin 11 shots (RIP). 48 hours to reload. Jacob Blake 7 shots ... in the back, unarmed. Rayshard Brooks. George Floyd 8m 46s. Ahmaud Arbery. Breanna Taylor. And all the rest lynched by the state in America so far in this pandemic year.
addendum (ah, wtf)
"Bulls on Parade" (3:51)
Evil Empire (1996)
Rage Against The Machine
Armstrong, I'm not black - Armstrong, je ne suis pas noir
For my skin is white - Je suis blanc de peau
When one wants to sing about hope - Quand on veut chanter l'espoir
What a lack of luck! - Quel manque de pot !
Yes, I can see the sky, the bird - Oui, j'ai beau voir le ciel, l'oiseau
But nothing, nothing, nothing shines up there - Mais rien, rien, rien ne luit là-haut
Zero angels - Les anges, zéro
'Cause my skin is white - Je suis blanc de peau
Armstrong, you crack a joke - Armstrong, tu te fends la poire
We can see all your teeth - On voit toutes tes dents
Me, I'm rather in a black mood - Moi, je broie plutôt du noir
Black mood inside - Du noir en dedans
Sing for me, Louis, oh yeah - Chante pour moi, Louis, oh oui
Sing, sing, sing, it keeps me warm - Chante, chante, chante, ça tient chaud
And I'm cold, oh me - J'ai froid, oh me
Whose skin is white - Qui suis blanc de peau
Armstrong, life, what a story! - Armstrong, la vie, quelle histoire !
It's not very funny - C'est pas très marrant
Whether we write it white on black - Qu'on l'écrive blanc sur noir
Or instead black on white - Ou bien noir sur blanc
We mostly see red, red - On voit surtout du rouge, du rouge
Blood, blood, without truce or rest - Sang, sang, sans trêve ni repos
Whether one is, I guess - Qu'on soit, ma foi
Black or white of skin - Noir ou blanc de peau
Armstrong, one day sooner or later - Armstrong, un jour, tôt ou tard
We'll be just bones - On n'est que des os
Will yours be black? - Est-ce que les tiens seront noirs?
That would be fun - Ce serait rigolo
Go down, Louis, hallelujah - Allez Louis, alléluia
Under our ragged skin - Au-delà de nos oripeaux
Black and white are alike - Noir et blanc sont ressemblants
Like two drops of water - Comme deux gouttes d'eau
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Buddy Guy
Lying here underneath the stars right next to you
Try to listen all the way to the end which I think is the best part. I tried to translate the lyrics for those who would be interested, but I think the most beautiful about this song is the way he sings at the end... pure beauty and soul. (I don't believe you need to know what he's saying to enjoy the melody).
The guy was an Argentinian singer and philosopher who got killed in Guatemala city.
Lyrics:
I like those who say nothing, and I like those who sing.
And from spending so much time with myself, I like everything that happens to me.
Things like this happen to me even though it is not important to tell everybody all the things that happen.
Because one does not live alone, and what happens to one is happening to the world, that's the only reason... and cause.
Everything is so perfect because God is perfect that a star will move if I pluck a flower, for this reason if there is one, there is two.
I knew the Devil the night I said no to the hungry, and that same night I knew that the Devil is God's son.
I walk life alone with a tone and dominant, moderately a singer and without pretensions of teaching because if the world is round I do not know what lies ahead.
Walking and walking, always walking, just because.
I did not come to explain to the world, to the world I just came to play (music).
I do not want to judge man, to man I want to tell.
My condition is life, and my path is to sing, to sing and to tell life is my manner of walking.
One day I arrived in Tandil (a city in Argentina) and met an old man that lacking intelligence decided to be wise; one night I asked the beautiful old man about Jesus, and I knew him right away when he reached me a mirror.
I dance with my song and not with the one someone else plays to me.
I am not freedom, but I am who provokes it.
If I know the path already, why would I lay down?
If like freedom, why would I live as a slave?
To choose, I always choose, more than for me, for my brother.
And if I have decided to be an eagle it was out of love for the worm.
I prefer to keep walking than to ride a borrowed horse, someone will always be in debt for an apple.
Always arrives first the one who's traveling light.
The day I die it wont be necessary to use the scale because to say goodbye to a singer with a simple milonga (a type of Argentinian music) is enough.
I face my enemy and I give my back to a compliment because he who accepts a compliment starts to be dominated... man strokes (caresses) the horse to ride it.
I am sorry if I overstep and became too moral, nobody can give advises, there's no man who is that old.
I put the sun on my shoulders, and the world becomes yellow.
I like walking, but i do not follow the path for what's known lacks mystery.
I like to go with the summer far away, but to comeback to my mother in the winter and see the dogs that never forgot me, and the horses, and the hugs of my brothers...
I like it
I like it
I like the sun, Alicia, and doves,
A good cigar and the Spanish guitar
Jumping walls and opening windows
And when a woman cries
I like wine as much as flowers
And rabbits but not tractors
home-made bread, and Dolores' voice
and the sea soaking my feet
I am not from her nor am I from there
I have no home nor do I have a future
and to be happy is my identity colour
I like to lie all the time on the sand
or in a bicycle to follow Manuela
or all the time to see the stars with Maria in the wheat fields
I am not from her nor am I from there
I have no home nor do I have a future
and to be happy is my identity colour
Ich seh die leute in den straßen
Die diktatur der angepassten
In den städten und den dörfern
Leben sie und ihre lügen
Lügen, lügen, lügen
Männer, frauen, junge, alte
In den büros und den fabriken
An den schulen und zu hause
Lassen sich für dumm verkaufen
Kaufen, kaufen, kaufen
Ihr habt immer nur weggesehen
Es wird immer so weitergehen
Gebt endlich auf - es ist vorbei!
Ihr habt alles falsch gemacht
Habt ihr nie drüber nachgedacht?
Gebt endlich auf- es ist vorbei!
Im norden, süden, osten, westen
Die diktatur der angepaßten
Das geld vibriert und auf den genchips
Diktiert ein freier markt das leben
Leben, leben, leben
Die medien helfen ihnen beim dummsein
Ein starker staat hilft ihnen beim stummsein
Die leute wollen unter sich sein
Und gehen dafür über leichen
Leichen, leichen, leichen
I see the people in the streets
The dictatorship of the adapted
In the cities and the villages
Live them and their lies
Lies, lies, lies
Men, women, young, old
In offices and factories
At schools and at home
Let yourself be fooled
Buy, buy, buy
You always just looked away
It will always go on like this
Finally give up - it's over!
You did everything wrong
Have you never thought about it?
Finally give up - it's over!
In the north, south, east, west
The dictatorship of the adapted
The money vibrates and on the gene chips
A free market dictates life
Live, live, live
The media help you to be stupid
A strong state helps you to be silent
People want to be among themselves
And walking over corpses
Corpses, corpses, corpses
I lay awake in bed,
I don't know how I got here
There's a knocking on the door
One, Two, Three, Four
It's quite a bloody mess in here and no one feels responsible
The fragmentation of our selves, nah, don't be so sensible
You know they build on sand but they call it an empire
So much for cleaning up now, the middle class is fading
Those friends in higher places are deceptive clowns parading
The cocaine cowboys and the wall street vampires
White noise, white noise
Come and lull me into my sleep
White noise, beautiful white noise
Who distributes the migrants, who talks about the crisis
New faces to the cabinet, let's see how thick the ice is
Testing distant waters, quietly behind the scenes
My arm is growing tired, of waving the white flag
And now there's nothing left to light, just filters of old fags
The prime minister's driving in a long black limousine
White noise, white noise
Come and lull me into my sleep
White noise, beautiful white noise
Tonight I don't care if I'm a creep
White noise, white noise
Is the quiet before the storm
White noise, beautiful white noise
And the world goes, tweet tweet, tweet tweet
Tweet tweet, tweet tweet, yeah
And the birds go, tweet tweet, tweet tweet
Tweet tweet, tweet tweet, yeah
In a room without a roof, I'm staring at the ceiling
In times like these they don't care about how we're feeling
White noise, white noise
Come and lull me into my sleep
White noise, beautiful white noise
Tonight I don't care if I'm a creep
White noise, white noise
Comes the morning, comes a time to eat
White noise, beautiful white noise
There's no one left to talk to, and no one wants to listen
How can we right a wrong when all they do is reminiscing
Free speech echoes, echoes from the wall
I lean back in my camp chair, waiting until they fall
(a Crass cover - I can't stand the original punk music but this version is highly listenable)
Oh yeah?
Well I've got it all up here, see?
Oh yeah?
Oh yeah?
When they think they've got it all out there, see?
They can fuck off, 'cause they ain't got me,
They can't buy my dignity,
Oh yeah?
Oh yeah?
Let me tell you, I've got it all up here, see?
Tried to get me with a T.V. show,
But I wouldn't have none of it, no, no, no.
Standards and values on a black and white screen,
Sarah Farah Fawcett acting mean.
She's got the lot, that's what
They want you to think,
Read between the lines,
You'll see the missing link.
She's just a fucking puppet
In their indoctrination plan,
"Be like me girls and become a real man, "
Live to the full, always act flash,
Don't use your brains when
Your body makes the splash.
Oh yeah? etc.
Tried to get me in the supermarket store,
Bought what I wanted, they they said "buy more."
Mountains of crap that nobody really needs,
Gaily coloured wrappers to suit assorted greeds.
They've got the lot, that's what
They want you to think,
Read between the lines,
You'll see the missing link.
Buy this product, pay for the crap,
Quarter for the product,
Three quarters for the wrap.
Be a happy family, like the people on the pack,
Pay up to the profit, and you'll never look back.
Oh yeah? etc.
Tried to get me with their learning
And their books,
Deep understanding and intelligent looks,
All of the time, they never saw me,
They were just looking for what
They wanted to see.
They've got the lot, that's what
They want you to think,
Read between the lines,
You'll see the missing link.
Books are easy backs for what
They want to do to you,
Bind you up in slavery for the privileged few,
They'll prove their lies with history,
Say "that's the way it always was,
Accept the shit and slavery, be one of us."
Oh yeah? etc.
Tried to get me with religion and with christ,
Said I'd get to heaven if I acted real nice,
But they were just preparing a crucifix for me,
A life of guilt, of sin, of pain, of holy misery.
They've got the lot,
That's what they want you to think,
Read between the lines,
You'll see the missing link.
The bible's just a blue print
For their morality scene,
Just another load of shit on how it's never been.
They stand there in the pulpit,
Doling out their lies,
Offering forgiveness,
Then they talk of eyes for eyes.
Oh yeah? etc.
Tried to get me, but I won't be got,
Say I'm a misfit but I say I'm not,
I never set out to profit from another,
Those smarmy bastards would steal
From their mother.
They've got the lot, that's what
They want you to think,
Read between the lines,
You'll see the missing link.
They plundered and slaughtered
In the name of truth,
Acceptance of normality is
What they want from you as proof,
They think they've got the answers,
But there's something that they miss,
Their cup which overfloweth, is just full of piss.
Oh yeah? etc.
I'm not too sure if any of it's 'deep', as I've come to learn that most of what I consider to be 'deep' is itself rather trivial (or just obvious), but if you enjoy it I believe that's what matters most.
I wanted to post other songs, in German (my adopted language), but I kind of figure it would be pandering and boring.
Anyway... I found a song I didn't know the artist performed in English and the video is very odd. I find the out of sync aspect and the end credits of a talk show from 1991 kind of makes it work even better. I doubt it's 'deep', but it works for me. (an unexpected twist of lyrics considering the genre of music I suppose)
I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry
I always knew that I could seize the world's imagination
And show the possibilities for transformation
I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution:
Permanent cultural revolution
Whenever I played my protest songs the press applauded me
Rolled out the red carpet, parted the Red Sea
But the petit bourgeois philistines all stayed away
They preferred their artists to have nothing to say
How did I pass my time on earth? What got into me?
I was a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment field
I showed the people how they lived and told them it was bad
Showed them the insanity inside the bureaucrat
And the archetypes and stereotypes that were my stock in trade
Toppled all the ivory towers that privilege had made
Though I tried to change your mind I never tried your patience
All I tried to do was to point out your exploitation
But the powers that be took this to be a personal insult
And refused to help me build my personality cult
How did I pass my time an earth and now it can be revealed.
I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry
I left the normal world behind and started living in
A hinterland between dissolution and self discipline
I burned the midnight oil to build my way of seeing
A miner at the coal face of meaning
[b]The rich despised the songs I wrote which told the poor their worth
Told the shy to speak and told the meek to take the earth
But my downfall came from being three things the working classes hated:
Agitated, organised and over-educated[/b]
How did I pass my time on earth, how did I bear witness?
As a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment business
And how was I treated in this world and in this industry?
As a Maoist intellectual in a business would be
I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the doormat
Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten format
Trying to hand them out to all the stars who sauntered in
The ones who hadn't been like me, who hadn't lived in vain
I gave up ideology the day I lost my looks
I never found a publisher for my Little Red Book
When I died the energy released by my frustration
Was nearly enough for re-incarnation
But if I could live my life again the last thing that I'd be
Is a Maoist intellectual in the music industry
No if I could live my life again I think I'd like to be
The man whose job is to stop the men who think like me
Yeah if l could live my life again that'd be the thing to be
The man who plots the stumbling blocks
In the lives of the likes of me!
Along the same line of thought:
Joe Jackson - Real Men
Nah. I post stuff in French. Daniel posted a (beautiful, thank you ) song in Spanish.
This threads is for songs, not argumentation, so there’s no need to stick to one language. If you care enough, translate the lyrics in English.
Summer '89 (He cut holes in the fence)
It was in the summer of '89. August 12th.
It started in Hamburg
in his old, sky blue Ford Granada
Kasseler mountains, Würzburg, Nürnberg, Linz, Vienna
He turned his back on everything
The goal was the Burgenland, the Austrian-Hungarian border
In Mattersburg he bought himself "the best bolt cutter money can buy"
Almost 400 shilling
In Mörbisch am See he checked into the Guest House Peterhof
bought himself a döner and waited for night to fall
shortly after 1:00 there was a knock on the door
the go-between gave him a letter
and disappeared again without saying a word
He committed the letter to memory and set off on foot
Down Ödenburger Street, past the last lanterns
Just before the bend in the dirt road, turn right and go all the way to the end
The last 100 meters farther through the tall grass
into the small forest
Sat tight until the 3:30 border patrol
Flashlight out: 3 long, 2 short
and then in the clearing, he saw them
they came
running
It was in the summer of '89, an escape in the dawn
He was the guy who crept through the night
and cut holes in the fence
On the Hungarian border
in the first light of daybreak
only a bolt cutter was necessary
for holes in the fence
in the summer of '89
As soon as they were through the fence
they ran as fast as possible with the children
until the last lanterns
14 people, 3 families
no champagne corks, no confetti celebration
only enormous relief and even larger exhaustion
They went together to the bus station, sat down on the benches
and waited on the bus to Vienna at 6:22
they barely spoke due to fatigue
just once one of the children asked him
what the phrase on his Dead Kennedys t-shirt meant
As the bus arrived on time, he gave one of the fathers his Vienna city map
with the German embassy's address circled
He split his last shillings across the 3 families
and wished them a good life
They thanked him with tears in their eyes over and over for everything
in a language and a dialect he could barely understand
He assumed at the time that it was Saxon (1)
It was in the summer of '89, an escape in the dawn
He was the guy who crept through the night
and cut holes in the fence
On the Hungarian border
in the first light of daybreak
only a bolt cutter was necessary
for holes in the fence
in the summer of '89
Back in Hamburg, a "on the one hand, well, on the other" discussion
at the table of the flat share with his friends
On the one hand, the action was of course well-meaning
because of the families and such
But on the other hand a German reunification and the developments in the last few weeks, a huge mistake
Germany should never again be a power bloc in the middle of Europe
and this helping East German citizens escape
would only contribute to further destabilization of the relationship
So, like I said "the action was from a human perspective understandable
but still wrong."
He slammed his flat hand on the tabletop
and said as quietly as was still possible:
"You all know that that's bullshit
They leave everything behind and they flee and maybe..."
He paused briefly and deliberated
if he should say the last sentence
but not a single word more
A complete hush came over them
The others exchanged looks, some smiled gently
Someone even gingerly put a hand on his shoulder
Seconds passed
He got up, left the room
Jacket, door, stairwell, air
He took his old Ford Granada
and was never seen again
The rest is history
It was in the summer of '89, an escape in the dawn
It was in the summer of '89 and he cut holes in the fence
They came for kiwis and bananas
For the constitution and free elections
For real estate with no value
They came for Udo Lindenberg
For the VW with 7 seats
For the bad "East German jokes"
They came for trips around the world
For welfare and Begrüßungsgeld (2)
They came for "know-it-all Western German phrases"
For the new built-in kitchen
and exactly for this dream
he cut holes in the fence
1.Saxon is a dialect of German from Saxony in the east
2.Begrüßungsgeld was money paid by the German federal government (formerly West Germany) to the new citizens from the east after reunification. Literally "welcome money."
Yep. Schopenhauer was right.
Check the link here
for an explanation.
[i]My python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by, and now it's July[/i]
How does that work?
EDIT: That's the best Zappa band lineup in my opinion. Virtuosic but warm, with Frank at his best on guitar.
Lol, no idea. But I don’t think I’ve ever heard/seen another artist be this complex. His music is utterly silly and humorous, yet profound; contradictory and nonsensical, yet relatable and understandable. Fascinating.
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/456135
[i]So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life[/i]
I'll certainly give you this one. There's something quite genuine and sincere in this song.
I'm a long time punk fan and honestly I find there are quite a few hidden gems in this genre.
... a perfect design.
[Intro: Richard Buckminster Fuller]
Ah, nevermind that space stuff, let’s get down to earth!
[Verse 1: Mauro Pawlowski & Tom Barman]
What is the architect doing?
He is by the riverside
What is he thinking out there?
He is committing egocide
Now isn't that a strange thing?
Well to him it feels just
Well, we guess a person's gotta do
What a person feels he must
[Chorus: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
He said: I won't throw myself from the pier
I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when the year is over I'll reappear
And have a solution
I've reason to believe that what I find
Is gonna change the face of humankind
And all these years before well I was blind
That's my conclusion
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
[Verse 2: Mauro Pawlowski & Tom Barman]
Now the man has understood
That outer space is overrated and too
About all the problems on this earth we should
Worry now to solve them later
And so he's brooding and alluding on a perfect design
He thinks that working on behalf of himself is a crime
He flushes out by the water, a view so divine
He's the architect of his own fate, a man in his prime
[Chorus: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
He said: I won't throw myself from the pier
I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when the year is over I'll reappear
And have a solution
I've reason to believe that what I find
Is gonna change the face of humankind
And all these years before well I was blind
That's my conclusion
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
[Bridge: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
I think it’s touch and go, and I think we’re going to make it
Don’t let up
Don’t let up, or we won‘t make it
Don’t let up
Don’t let up, or we won‘t make it
And so he drew himself a pentagon
Thinking it through a geodesic dome
From the coast of Tahiti, to the hills of Rome
Step aside, ‘cause the man will take the Nobel prize home
[Chorus: dEUS & Richard Buckminster Fuller]
He said: I won't throw myself from the pier
I'm gonna go home and shut up for a year
And when the year is over I'll reappear
And have a solution
Now, if these aspirations bother you
Well you are just you, you don't have a clue
I'm sticking to the plan; I will see it through
Let there be no confusion
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
(I think it’s touch and go)
'Cause I'm the architect
Jah, you never said a word
You didn't send me no letter
Don't think I could forgive you
See, our world is slowly dying
I'm wasting no more time
Don't think I could believe you
Jah, our hands will get more wrinkled
And our hair will be grey
Don't think I could forgive you
And see, the children are starving
And their houses were destroyed
Don't think they could forgive you
Hey, when seas will cover lands
And when men will be no more
Don't think you can forgive you
Jah, when there'll just be silence
And when life will be over
Don't think you will forgive you
Upside down
To know if existence
Made sense
He asked a lot of people
Quite happy
Happy happy
To give their opinion on la vie
He walked through the mist
Of the whirling dervishes
Smoking hashish
And he said
Life is worth nothing, nothing,
Life is worth nothing
But when I'm holding
In my two dazzled hands
The sweet little tits of my girlfriend
Then I say
Nothing, nothing
Nothing's worthier than life
He saw the vast space
Between the jet set,
The splendours, the palace
And the technicians of surface
Others offer
In steeples and monasteries
To see the old Sergeant Peper
But it's only Richard Gere
So he honed like an insect
On Internet sites
With the people in the sects
And he said
Life is worth nothing, nothing,
Life is worth nothing
But when I'm holding
In my two dazzled hands
The sweet little tits of my girlfriend
Then I say
Nothing, nothing
Nothing's worthier than life
He saw the lack of love,
Lack of money
How life is a detergent
And how it cleans up people
He played 'Forbidden games'
For sleeping friends
Oh nostalgy
And then he said
Life is worth nothing, nothing,
Life is worth nothing
But when I'm holding
In my two dazzled hands
The sweet little tits of my girlfriend
Then I say
Nothing, nothing
Nothing's worthier than life
https://youtu.be/amWvI3d8k7U (+ animation)
"Dogs" (or ODE TO TRUMPISTAN) - 17:04
Animals (1977)
performed by Pink Floyd
lyrics by Roger Waters
:mask:
I'm simply not as 'deep', but it's sincerity for 'that man' s deep...
... from 2011 (taken out of original context).
I'm so tired
Of your lies
And the evil things
You're doing behind my back
Are there crimes
That you have never committed?
I doubt it, sometimes I wonder
When will you die?
You're insane
You are bad
You wreck everything you touch
And you're a sociopath
But there's one thing
That everyone's wondering
When will you die?
Schoolchildren stay at home (yeah)
And all the banks will close (yeah)
Each year we'll mark the date (yeah)
On which we celebrate (yeaah)
I know how
I know why
I can picture every part
Of your comeuppance, except
For the one remaining
Piece of the puzzle
Which is when you'll die
This is Dan
And that's Dan
And that's Marty on the drums
To complete the band
And I'm John
And he is also John
And all of us are wondering
When you're gonna die
Still you live
You go on
But you're running out the clock
And if we knew how long
I'd be counting down the days
Until the lovely one
On which you're gone
On that promised morning
We will wake and greet the dawn
Knowing that your wicked life is over
And that we will carry on
We'll exhale
We'll high five
We will know at last
How great it is to be alive
We'll be lining up
And buying tickets
And then we'll be jumping
Up and down on your grave
You're insane
You are bad
You wreck everything you touch
And you're a sociopath
And the only way to mitigate
Would be to know the date
You're scheduled to vacate
When are you going to die?
Look me in the eye
Tell me when you'll die
This might not be a really deep song, but when you are 15 and your brother is waiting to see if his draft card comes in the post it fits something deep inside.
I like people who doubt
Who listen a bit too much
To their swaying heart
I like people who speak
And contradict themselves
Without self-betrayal
I like people who tremble
So that sometimes it seems
They are not able to judge
I like people who walk
Half inside their shoes
And half outside of them
I love their little song
Even though they pass for chumps
I like those who panic
Those who aren't logical
Well, not as they should
Those who, when yanking their chains
Not to bother us
Make them ring like bells
Those who will not be ashamed
To end up being nothing
But failures of the heart
For not being able
To say: "Save us the worst
And just give us the best"
I love their little song
Even though they pass for chumps
I like people who dare not
Take ownership of things
Even less of people
Those who aspire to be
But a mere window
For the eyes of children
Those without a banner
Colorblind of the soul
Ignoring the factions
Those who are stupid enough
That history will not
Gives them any credit
I love their little song
Even though they pass for chumps
I like people who doubt
But would like us to leave them
Alone from time to time
That we don't bother them
When they go for a walk
In their autumns and springs
To be told that the soul
Makes more beautiful flames
Than all those sad asses
And that we thank them
That we cry and shout to them
"Thank you for having lived!"
Thank you for the tenderness
And too bad for your asses
Who did what they could...
- Anne Sylvestre
The handshake seals the contract
From the contract, there's no turning back
The turning point of a career
In Korea being insincere
The holiday was fun-packed
The contract still intact
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts
The graph on the wall
Tells the story of it all
Picture it now, see just how
The lies and deceit gained a little more power
Confidence taken in
By a suntan and a grin
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
The grabbing hands grab all they can
All for themselves, after all
It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts
Everything counts in large amounts
Everything counts in large amounts
The grabbing hands grab all they can
Everything counts in large amounts
The grabbing hands grab all they can
Everything counts in large amounts
[i]First thing I remember
Was asking Papa, "Why?"
For there were many things I didn't know
And Daddy always smiled
Took me by the hand
Saying, "Someday you'll understand"
Well, I'm here to tell you now each and every mother's son
You better learn it fast, you better learn it young
'Cause someday never comes[/i]
What if the sky was empty?
So many processions, so many bowed heads
So many hoods, so much wished fear
So many demagogues from temples to synagogues
So many joined hands and hurried prayers
So many angelus
That resonate
What if, on top of it
There is no one?
Abderhaman, Martin, David
What if the sky was empty?
There is so much torpor
Analgesic music
So many painkillers in these pretty hymns
There are so many questions and so many mysteries
So many compassion, and so many revolvers
So many angelus
That resonate
What if, on top of it
There is no one?
Arour hachem, Inch Allah
Are Krishhna, Hallelujah
Abderhaman, Martin, David
What if the sky was empty?
What if all the tracer bullets
All the handguns
All the ignorant women
All the orphaned children
What if all these lives that capsize
Those wet eyes
What if it was just for the old joy
Of the kill?
And the angelus
Resonates
What if, on top of it
There is no one?
Thank you https://youtu.be/12KbOAc8vmk
[quote=James Douglas Morrison, 1967][i]... We're gettin' tired
of hangin' around
Waitin' around
with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet
very far
Very soft, yeah,
very clear
Come today, come today
What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and
ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives
in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences
and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down
to the ground ...[/i][/quote]
:death: :flower:
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hands was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Uh, some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book
Won't you help to sing…
Bob Marley & The Wailers - Redemption Song
(beautiful video)
Sand drawings by Nadia Amlou
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Beg you pardon?
Edit:
irie
/???ri?/
adjective
(chiefly in Jamaican English) nice, good, or pleasing (used as a general term of approval).
"the place is jumping with irie vibes"
For so long
Pushed and pulled then shunned
It was so wrong
These four walls crashing in
Won't stop me now
Cause I'm alive
I'm out tonight
All night
Everybody needs to know
It's the year of the rat
Everyday we've got to hold on
Cause if we hold on
We could find some new energy
Streets with flags unfurled
Like treasure
Thank me for my words
It's a pleasure
Just don't ask me to stay
Cause I'll be gone
But it's alright, I'm okay
Always
Everybody needs to know
It's the year of the rat
Everyday we've got to hold on
Cause if we hold on
We could find some new energy
One
Plus one is one
Together
My teacher told me one day about something called freedom
I asked the teacher to kindly speak Arabic
Is freedom a Greek word for some historical epoch?
Or something we import... Is it a local product?
Our teacher answered with sadness and tears flowing forth:
You have forgotten all your history and all the lofty values
How I regret that this generation does not understand the meaning of freedom
Does hold neither sword nor pen; does carry nor thought nor identity
Never
Would Pharaoh dare to raise his head
If the people resisted and fought back
I learned of our teacher’s death in solitary confinement
I vowed that as long as God keeps me alive I will not rest
Until I roamed the whole earth in search for the meaning of freedom
And I stood at the niche of history to ask her what freedom is
[History said] You cannot beg freedom from the international monetary markets
Freedom cannot be granted by any charitable organization
Freedom is a plant that grows watered by free and pure blood
So that the youth, the girls and the boys will arise, who adore freedom (x3)
Never
Would Pharaoh dare to raise his head
If the people resisted and fought back
The people
The people
The people want freedom!
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/384134
-- Ab? al-?ayyib A?mad ibn Al-?usayn Al-Mutanabb? Al-Kind? (ca.915 – 965 CE)
What is there to feel happy about?
I have neither family, country, friend, wine nor confidant
What can I hope from this time I am living in?
Can it give me what it cannot give itself?
Expect nothing from time, you are only its passenger
So long as your soul is imprisoned in your body
If it is a joyful time, the joy will not last
And if it is a time of misfortune, it too shall pass
How many times have they told you I was truly dead?
But as soon as I shook, the shrouds would disappear
No man can achieve all his hopes
As no wind blows according to the ship's desire
It is the tragedy of lovers, blinded in their infatuation
Ignorant of the fact that love is ephemeral
Their eyes and souls soon tire
Deceived by false appearances
Go! May the wary camels carry you far from me
There is no distance that can touch me now
I died at your lovely soirée
Which of your souls could replace the one I lost?
How many times have they told you I was truly dead?
But as soon as I shook, the shrouds would disappear
No man can achieve all his hopes
As no wind blows according to the ship's desire
Just try to understand this
You, whom I address from afar [Fortune?]
Nothing can escape its own limitations
Thanks to you, no neighbor can keep his honor
After feeding on your grass,
His animal's milk run dry
Whoever spends time with you will only reap fatigue
And receive nothing but hatred but jealousy from you
How many times have they told you I was truly dead?
But as soon as I shook, the shrouds would disappear
No man can achieve all his hopes
As no wind blows according to the ship's desire
A woman's purse weighs like her whole life was inside it
Between a book she never finished reading and some makeup to stop the flow of time
There's her picture taken a year ago that she put aside because she didn't like it
But looking at it again now she realizes she was beautiful, though she didn't know it
A woman's purse recognizes her hands and only hers can get in
Hidden in a pocket there's an ad for a journey she's been wanting to go on forever
Millions of receipts, as useless analgesics for her pains
And for her stupid guilt for wanting to please
And if she could go back to those days
Of caresses in her hair
For only two minutes of it
She would pay one thousand years
Years spent to find again
The things that one managed to lose
The longing to smile, to forgive
The weakness to still be
Like the others want her to be
A woman's purse never matches what she's living
It hides her phone, jealous of who's calling her
Next to her keys, the same obsession to forget them again
And in that apparent mess, the fear of being lonely
A woman's purse can reveal her secrets instantly
And maybe her life has distractedly strayed into yours
You, who thought there was still room for another love
But in a woman's purse, there's no place for forgetting
And go where your heart brings you
Another cut in your driving license
You've been there a thousand times, but
You've never understood anything about it
Nothing there helps you understand
The meaning of a night that cannot enchant
The meaning of you recalling and making plans
Forgetting to live in the moment
Now that a wind rises that blows away the clouds
That takes away the winters
The dust, the doubts, the miracles
After having waited for a thousand years
Years spent to find again
The things that one managed to lose
The longing to smile, to forgive
The weakness to still be
Like others want you to be
A woman's purse weighs like my whole life was inside it
"[i]... That old sayin them that's got are them that gets
Is somethin I can't see
If ya gotta have somethin
Before you can get somethin
How do ya get your first is still a mystery to me ...[/i]"
"Them That Got" - (2:47)
Ray Charles Greatest Hits, 1962
performed by Ray Charles
written by Ricci Harper
With this knife I cut the cake
Who will be my bride today
**Sweet Fanny Adams
Watch her climb the step ladder
A present from her step father
Sweet Fanny Adams
See her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapes
A cover for her nakedness, a veil for her face
With curtains for your wedding dress
You must take your place amongst
The Proper Little Madams
And now because I love you
I must take my place too
Amongst the...
Murderers, The Hope of Women
Death in every new beginning
I must take this woman for my sentence of life
And she must take my knife
I will buy a ring of gold
And you will practice birth control
Sweet Fanny Adams
Like a puppet upon a throne
Of o estrogen and progesterone
Sweet Fanny Adams
This is where your misery starts
This is where your mystery stops
We'll rent a television
To replace Pandora's Box
And I will wear a business face
And you will learn your proper place
From those Proper Little Madams
And in my world of cut and thrust
I will learn that my place
My place must be with the...
Murderers, The Hope of Women
Death in every new beginning
I must take this woman for my sentence of life
And she must take my knife
In my pipe and slippers
Do I look like Jack The Ripper
Sweet Fanny Adams
But I poisoned you with every kiss
Smothered you with domestic bliss
Sweet Fanny Adams
Underneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we bought
Your face is paler than the pale face of a corpse
And from the seventh floor of our bungalow
You flung yourself down to where they stood below
Those Proper Little Madams
But in white hair, wrinkles and false teeth
I escaped detection by the police
One of the...
Murderers, The Hope of Women
Death in every new beginning
I must take this woman for my sentence of life
And she must take my knife
(**Fanny Adams was an eight year old girl brutally murdered in 1867 in Hampshire ,England. The expression “sweet Fanny Adams” refers to her and has come to mean “nothing at all” in British Naval slang.)
... I'm not sure if it's deep, but it does seem to articulate a Zeitgeist that's long overdue for a stage.
[b]I want my money back
I'm down here drowning in your fat
You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack
I ain't afraid of you
I'm just a victim of your fear
You cower in your tower praying that I'll disappear
I got another plan, one that requires me to stand
On the stage or in the street, don't need no microphone or beat
And when you hear this song, if you ain't dead then sing along
Bang and strum to these here drums 'til you get where you belong[/b]
[b]I got a list of demands, written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand
We're living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody?
See somebody? Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand
We're living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth![/b]
[b]I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room
I jumped up on my bed today and played it on a broom
I didn't think that it would be a song that you would hear
But when I played it in my head, I made you reappear
I wrote a video for it, and I acted out each part
And then I took your picture out and taped it to my heart
I've taped you to my heart, dear girl, I've taped you to my
Heart and if you pull away from me you'll tear my life apart[/b]
[b]I got a list of demands, written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand
We're living hand to mouth! You wanna be somebody?
See somebody? Try and free somebody?
I gotta list of demands written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand
We're living hand to mouth!
Hand to mouth![/b]
[i][b]Ecstasy, suffering
Echinacea, buffering
We aim to remember what we choose to forget
God's just a baby
And her diaper is wet[/b][/i]
[b]Call the police!
I'm strapped to the teeth, and liable to disregard your every belief
Call on the law!
I'm fixin' to draw a line between what is and seems and call up a brawl
Call'em now! Cause it's about to go pow!
I'm standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs
Call up a truce! Because I'm about to break loose
Protect ya neck, cause, son, I'm breaking out of my noose[/b]
** Saul Williams commented on his own lyrics by stating:
"I’m tired of the bullshit. I’m tired of the hustle and the make-believe hustle. I’m tired of buying into ideas that divorce me from my potential. I’m tired of having my potential explained in terms of money. I’m tired of the bullshit and if you feel the same way throw your computer against the wall.
Well, maybe not the wall (Prince, “adore” voice)." https://genius.com/1539217
I fully agree with you about all of Saul's work.
I'm just never sure about my notion of what is actually 'deep'. In many ways I feel that my life is quite trivial, but oddly enough I find things that I think might be profound and deep, but do to my deeply trivial nature I'm never quite sure enough.
Then again... my user name 'Mayor of Simpleton' is not an accidental choice. ;)
I've gotten down to my last pair of shoes
Can't even win a nickel bet
Because, ah them that's got are them that gets
And I ain't got nothin' yet
I'm sneakin' in and out duckin' my landlord
All I seem to do is stay in debt
Because, ah them that's got (yeah) are them that gets
And I tell you all I ain't got nothin' yet
That old sayin' them that's got are them that gets
Is somethin' I can't see
If ya gotta have somethin' before you can get somethin'
How do ya get your first is still a mystery to me
I see folk with long cars and fine clothes
That's why they're called the smarter set
Because they manage to get
When only them that's got supposed to get
And I ain't got nothin' yet
Whoa, I tell you all
I ain't found nothing yet
That old sayin' them that's got are them that gets
Is somethin' I can't see
If ya gotta have somethin' before you can get somethin'
How do ya get your first is still a mystery to me
You know I just don't understand it
I can't seem to get a nickle or a dime for a cup of coffee
I need a hamburguer in fact a hot dog wouldn't be too bad
I would just be grateful if I could get my hands on most anything
Ray Charles
Allow me a piece of facile and utterly useless advice: what is deep to you is what is deep. It's doesn't need to be heavy and political, or protest oriented. It can be contemplative, it can be introspective, whatever rocks your boat.
At worst, this thread is a place to share songs we like.
At best, it's a useful reminder that popular music is more than just a business. Songs have lyrics. There is poetry in them, that can help open mental doors. This poetry is literally all around us, in the lyrics of our most beloved songs.
So keep it coming, trivial as it may be.
Thanks!
To tell the truth I could nearly post 'Safety Dance' by Men without Hats, but that would be me reading into the lyrics, as it's not really about what it is I'm reading into it. ;)
At the begining of the thread, posted Puff the Magic Dragon. I initially thought it was a joke, as the title doesn't evoke much depth to me. But I wasn't about to act as some Torquemada of Lyrical Depth, so I thanked him for the entry and left it there. Then the next day he explained (to my shame) that this song meant a lot to him, so evidently it was no joke at all. So there's that.
... and I posted one on the Murders, of the Hope of Women.
Perhaps I can post this one as a balance...
... she has a good philosophy I can fully endorse (at times).
Let me refocus... St James Brown, pray for our souls.
And I liked it a lot.
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily
Oh joyfully, playfully watching me
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical
There are times when all the world's asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am
I said, watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical
Liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptable
Respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!
Oh, take it take it yeah
But at night, when all the world's asleep
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am
'Cause I was feeling so logical
D-d-digital
One, two, three, five
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's getting unbelievable
Here’s why.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me
Lets me see
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn beyond the lines of reason
Push the envelope, watch it bend
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines
Black then white are all I see in my infancy
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me
Lets me see
There is so much more
And beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
Drawn outside the lines of reason
Push the envelope, watch it bend
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind
Feed my will to feel this moment
Urging me to cross the line
Reaching out to embrace the random
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come
I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
Feel the rhythm, to feel connected
Enough to step aside and weep like a widow
To feel inspired
To fathom the power
To witness the beauty
To bathe in the fountain
To swing on the spiral
To swing on the spiral to
Swing on the spiral
Of our divinity
And still be a human
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
Between the sounds and open wide to suck it in
I feel it move across my skin
I'm reaching up and reaching out
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me
What ever will bewilder me
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been
Spiral out, keep going
Spiral out, keep going
Spiral out, keep going
Spiral out, keep going
The last balloon is leaving
The last balloon from fear
The last balloon is leaving
Form that line right here
Climb aboard, climb aboard, you menfolk
You won't need any bombs or knives
Climb aboard, climb aboard, you menfolk
Leave all that to your former lives
Drop it all
The last balloon is leaving
The last balloon of all
The last balloon is leaving
Undress, discard, let fall
Climb aboard, climb aboard, you women
You won't need any gems or furs
Climb aboard, climb aboard, you women
Leave all that to the bad old years
Drop it all
The last balloon is leaving
The last balloon, they'll fly
The last balloon is leaving
And we won't qualify
Climb aboard, climb aboard, you children
Move aloft while your fleet and fast
Climb aboard, climb aboard, you children
We're weighed down by our evil past
Drop us all, you should drop us all
Drop us all and free your hand
Drop us all, you should drop us all
Drop us all like so much sand
On the same image of transcendence (and love) as a hot air balloon (sorry for the French, but Souchon's song mean a lot to me):
Without this fondness for a person
The beloved
Without the wings it gives you
To be loved
We stay at mud level (or "flush with the daisies" ?)
At mud level
Without this attraction that hovers
Over the world
Of which we are all addicted
Everyone
We stay at mud level
The desire to fly, so legitimate
Goes through being intimate
Without the words of jealousy
The fights
Handkerchiefs thrown from starting trains
At the station
We stay at mud level
If love is a hot air balloon
Life a short journey to take
Let's go up above the towns and countryside
Under the effect of our propane kisses
Light hearted
Light hearted aboard the baskets
Lovers fly in the sky
Leaving below the heavy hearts
Of those without love
Life without love and its delights
What's in it?
It's like a plane without a propeller
Useless
It stays at mud level
If love is a hot air balloon etc.
Without the cherished words of love
Adorable
Left over on the voice mails
Of cellphones
Without the balloons in our cradles
That flew away
Without the breasts of Sophie Marceau
What do we do?
We stay
We stay
XTC began more in New Wave and a bit of 70's post-punk bridging into psychedelic pop and art rock ended with a symphony orchestra.
This band has probably, for better or worse, been a major player in the 'soundtrack of my life'.
Making Plans for Nigel (1979) probably was their first big breakthrough, but honestly they never really bother with a breakthrough.
Generals and Majors (1980) put them on the dance floor.
Senses Working Overtime (1982) brought more attention to their lyrics as being less pop and more 'philosophicalish'.
Dear God (1987) made them quite the controversy.
Mayor of Simpleton (1989) is basically my life in an nutshell to that point in time; thus my persona.
EDIT:
I grew up in a very small town in rural Virginia (population less than 100). Country music, family values, Evangelical Christianity, conservative politics and hardliner Patriotism were the norms of my life.
Much like this:
I lived for import records finding ways to get to the only record store some 40 kilometers away from my home. XTC, The Cure, The Jam, The Damned, Killing Joke, The Vapors, Tubeway Army and Gary Newman, as well as Devo, B-52's, The Ramones, Bad Brains, Oingo Boingo are bands that tainted my upbringing and allowed me to in some way overcome it.
hmm...
“A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.”
? Ludwig Wittgenstein
If jokes, why not pop music?
My poor understanding of philosophy came largely via pop music. My dyslexia made me not a reader, but instead a listener. Overcoming the dyslexia and learning another language was probably my only accomplishment worthy of noting.
I remember my German lessons from college:
Tear of Nature
Open window presents
Clouds of sparrows, fluttering of heaven
Wind blows, my nose is freezing
And a few exhaust pipes rattle
Ah, then sun is going down
Red, with gold, so it shall be
When I look down onto the street
I remember my acquaintance
Promptly now, my heart is getting heavy
I only need to see birds fluttering
And if my gaze then flies heavenwards
The soul will hurt as well, how nice
Nature in the evening, silent city
Wrenched soul, tears running
All of this makes you mighty weary
And I just keep on whining
Aaaaahhhhhhh...
BRILLIANT!!!
Oh, how I wish I was a polyglot, but I do have moxie.
True Story:
This doesn't belong in this section, but once in a Karaoke bar in Paris, (yes I found one!) after singing a few songs in English, receiving mixed reviews (so to say), I was asked if I could sing something in French.
As I knew next to no French outside of a few terms about food resulting from me having been a waiter and movement due to me taking a couple of Ballet classes, both decades earlier, I said:
"well... I know sort of one song, but how do I say it 'pardon my French, but this works for me".
Then I sang the following (possibly an unofficial French/Belgian National Anthem) phonetically having no idea what the words meant other than the title (translated to: this works for me) with lots of non-sarcastic applause and ending with me never having to pay for a drink in that bar again. It's not because they kicked me out, as two years later I came back and was requested by the owner himself to do it again.
"Ca plane pour moi" means more that "it works for me"; it means "I'm gliding" or less literally "everything's super smooth for me".
My version had the same conviction, but the comic element of simply the wrong accent through and through... like this version:
I apologize for this, but I love this song so much in spite of still no knowing what is being said:
I posted a Mashup with Led Zeppelin in the other music thread (to anger the purists probably), but I do have one more that I find to be brilliant...
... as the risk of this becoming the next Rick Rolling:
You just made my day! (and my wife will probably want to kill you)
For me Belgium is a hot bed for music I love that I feel no one I know has ever heard of, but hey... I've heard of them. ;)
Thanks again!
TC Matic was a punk Belgium group whom I saw live in my youth.
Putain, putain
C'est vachement bien
Nous sommes quand même
Tous des Européens!
That's just super!
I love this sort of thing, but I fear it really isn't exactly 'deep', but I don't mind.
I'm nearly inspired to post something from Iceland, as I picked up my old import album collection and have a great 'one off' in it.
Tappi Tíkarrass - Bítið Fast Í Vítið. I bought it in a 99 cent sale rack in the USA back in 1984. It's nearly mint... now an auction value of $1500, but I'll never sell it.
I feel what's deep here is this gave us Björk.
I just saw Kraftwerk last year. Excellent concert!
On te donne trois balles
La première t'es un môme
Tu prends la cadence,
Tu entres dans la danse
Dans la violence des chocs
Tu comprends ta chance
Tu sais maintenant comment
Ton histoire commence
On joue sa vie comme on joue au flipper
Déjà tout môme on flippe de bumper en bumper
On gagne on perd, et toujours on espère
Pouvoir s'en refaire une petite
Gratuite, gratuite, gratuite, gratuite
On te donne trois balles
La deuxième t'es un grand
Il faut te démerder
Tu commences à ruser
Tu cherche un abri
Et quand tu l'as trouvé
Tu te vois éjecté
A vitesse grand V
Vers le bumper d'en face
Qui t'attend dans l'impasse
On joue sa vie etc.
Attention au tilt!
T'as perdu la boule mon gars!
On te donne trois balles
La troisième t'es un vieux
Vieux, vieux, vieux, vieux, vieux, vieux, trop vieux
Tu es très fatigué
Tu veux te reposer
Tu branles la machine
Tu courbes l'échine
Le dernier bumper
T'envoie dans le dernier trou
Sur ta tombe il y a écrit:
IT'S MORE FUN TO COMPETE
On joue sa vie etc.
Believe it or not this 'North American redneck' has an American Import copy of 'Dure Limite'.
Indeed the LP.
One of the few windows to the world where I grew up was a record store that had kind of a 'High Fidelity' vibe that was 40 kilometres away from where I lived. The owner and the guys who worked there had a pipeline to imports. The selection was quite extensive. Most of the people for that niche came from the more urban areas, as they could provide a lower price than in the cities. I was this weird 13 year old who was at the shopping area about twice a month with my family.
As shopping wasn't my thing I simply hung out at that shop for as much as 5 hours. After awhile they simply allowed me to listen to whatever I wanted, which for me was usually anything from far away... mostly Europe and Asia. My first ever purchase there was The Ramones: The Ramones, The B-52's: The B-52's, Devo: Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!, YMO: Solid State Survives, and XTC: Drums and Wires... it cost me all the money I'd save for the past year. Not too bad for a first time purchase. I still have all of them. (early on my sister would break a record of mine from time to time, so by 15 I discovered quality headphones and that she was an idiot in spite of her becoming school Valedictorian and testing with a 1600 on the SATs, then a perfect score)
I was accepted as one of them and was given a bit of special attention. I was a cyclist and would even ride my bike to the shop 50km there shop an hour and 50km back home as long as it didn't rain.
Dure Limite was an album I bought just before I graduated from High School in 83. It took awhile for it to arrive to the shop, but I bought it on the first day possible... I could drive then.
By the time the closed for good in 1984 I had a collection of just over 300 imports and rare pressings, mostly blind purchases or after listening to a single song. Needless to say I wasn't popular for my musical taste where I grew up, which might go to explain why I left over a quarter of a century ago and have never missed it whatsoever. (Although I college I did a student radio show called 'songs you wished you never heard'... of which most came from my private collection.)
As you said: Quoting Olivier5
Pretty much all of my development came via a long list of imports and music of which I couldn't even understand the lyrics, but no matter. All in all not to bad for a redneck hick from what is now deep in the heart of Trumplandia.
Anyway... something nice from Finland, deep or not:
Up and down and all the way around
Until there's one thing left
And you'll get to the middle of it
So what do you want?
What do you want?
Another one last chance for you to run fast
Another one last chance
In the faraway corner
Of the world
World
We make all the difference
We are all that matters
Just like an apple around its core
But it will finally happen
We'll get old
And wonder if it should feel like we were reborn
So up and down and all the way around
Until there's one thing left
And you'll get to the middle of it
So what do you want?
What do you want?
Had I fought in a war without you, I'm sure
I would be dust and bones
In a faraway corner
Of the world
World
We made all the difference
We were all that mattered
Just like an apple around its core
Then it finally happened
We got old
So up and down and all the way around
Until there's one thing left
And you'll get to the middle of it
So what do you want?
What do you want?
Another one last chance for you to run fast
Another one last chance
In the faraway corner
Of the world
World
But then it finally happened
We got old
And wondered if it should feel like we were reborn
Up and down and all the way around
It's always up and down and all the way around
Another up and down and all the way around
Another one last chance, another way around
It's always up and down and all the way around
Until there's one thing left and you'll get to the middle of it
So what do you want?
What do you want?
You are lucky man. I have moved so many times in my life that I only have kept a dozen of my old LPs. Not that I ever bought a lot of them. There was a very nice modern library where we lived when I was a teen, one of these French socialist cities with big cultural agendas at the time. Context: this was just before Mitterrand's election as president in 81, the left was on the rise in the country for the first time in several decades. This brand new library has a huge comics section, which garnered my attention, as will as an extensive library of LPs, which you could listen on site with excellent headphones and armchairs... By the end of the three years I spent there, I had listened to pretty much all their thousands of pop LPs. Plus a few jazz ones.
My heart was for Patti Smith.
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
But the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started crashing his head against the locker,
Started laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
Horses, horses, horses, horses
Coming in in all directions
White shining, silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, in his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, "Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender?"
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi
There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes
Baby calm down, better calm down,
On the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
Up there, there is a sea
Up there, there is a sea
Up there, there is a sea
The sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land (Up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea (Up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper of the key (Up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (Up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
I felt his hand on my knee (On the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (In the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat(The spoon)
And let it deep in (The veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities (It started hardening)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area
(Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi
Shined open, coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined in your silky hair,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I, I that's how I
That's how I
I died (At that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)
(They knew what they were after)
(Everything on the current) Moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land, but the land
Looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
That went streaming through the sands like fingers,
Like arteries, like fingers
He lay, pressing it against his throat (Your eyes)
He opened his throat (Your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first (His vocal chords shot up)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (There is nothing happening at all)
And go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
Saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter
In the sheets
There was a man
Dancing around
To the simple
Rock & roll
Song
If only for this few lines:
"[b]I seem to have a history
At missing the point
At this stuff
Apparently...[/b]
Very absentmindedly
I care
But never enough
For you
Time to put the record straight
Time to stop communicating
Please anticipate
I'm trying to comprehend the things I write
And I'm living the lie that I cannot satisfy
Much against everyone's advice
I'm still trying, trying
I'm trying, I'm trying
[b]Faith
Cheated me of everything
But I laughed until
I stopped[/b]
Publicly
Very, very openly
I sat alone with my thoughts for... "
OH... and I have a copy of this one too, but I bought it in Paris in 1979. My first trip to Europe with the High School Art Club.
You know KaS Product too?
That's great!
It seems familiar, but I can't remember the band or the track. Reminds me of a bit of Siouxsie Sioux with Soft Cell mixed in, so I guess that's why it seems somehow familiar.
Brilliant cold wave at it's best. This is going to be a new research topic for me. :100: :up:
"Ashes to Ashes" (4:23)
Scary Monsters, 1980
David Bowie
*
"All Along The Watchtower" (4:01)
Electric Ladyland, 1968
performed by The Jimi Hendrix Experience
lyrics by Bob Dylan, 1967
(originally by John Hiatt)
Down here the river, meets the sea
And in the sticky heat I feel ya' open up to me
Love comes out of nowhere baby, just like a hurricane
And it feels like rain
And it feels like rain
Lying here, underneath the stars right next to you
And I'm wondering who you are and, how do you do? How do you do, baby?
The clouds roll in across the moon, and the wind howls out your name
And it feels like rain
And it feels like rain
We never going to make that bridge tonight baby
Across lake Ponchartrain
And it feels like rain
And it feel
Down here the river, meets the sea
And in the sticky heat I feel ya' open up to me
Love comes out of nowhere baby, just like a hurricane
And it feels like rain
And it feels like rain
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
You say I took the Name in vain
I don't even know the Name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Baby I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
but now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
but all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's no complaint you hear tonight
It's not some pilgrim who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
No, you can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime you find
You get what you need
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a fifty-amp fuse"
You can't always get what you want...
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him
You can't always get what you want...
I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well, I could tell by her blood-stained hands
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need...
I think they muted Keith Richard... LOL
"Gimme Shelter" (4:37)
Let It Bleed, 1969
The Rolling Stones
(Arguably their best recorded track ever.)
I agree it's their best album, but I cannot chose between the tacks... They are all perfect blues gems.
We all need someone we can bleed on...
:fire:
For me, The Stones' "best album" is a three-way tie (I don't know anyone who actually agrees with me):
[i]Let It Bleed
Sticky Fingers
Some Girls[/i]
For my filthy lucre, man, everything before 1969 just rehearsed - prepared - them for this peak; nothing (except for Tattoo You which is mostly from the early-mid 70s) on the down slope after, or since 1978, really matters much as fully realized albums.
"'... When you need
a little coke and
sympathy'"
:cool:
Been speaking about them colors on another thread. Here's a (not so deep) masterpiece for me.
I remember when
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space
And when you're out there, without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly
And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice
That's my only advice
Come on now, who do you
Who do you think you are?
Hahaha, bless your soul
You really think you're in control?
Well
I think you're crazy
Just like me
My heroes had the heart
To lose their lives out on a limb
And all I remember, is thinking
I wanna be like them
Ever since I was little
Ever since I was little it looked like fun
And there's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done
But maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably
[quote=Sting, 1979][i]The afternoon has gently
passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against
the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
just another day
God bid yesterday
good-bye
...
[/i][b]The future is but a
question mark
Hangs above my head there
in the dark[/b][i]
Can't see for the brightness
is staring me blind
God bid yesterday
good-bye[/i][/quote]
[quote=Sting, 1980]... Turn on the radio
The static hurts my ears[i]
Tell me where would I go[/i]
I ain't been out in years[i]
Turn on the stereo
It's played for years and years
An Otis Redding song
It's all I own ...[/i][/quote]
"Bring On The Night/When The World Is ..." (11:41)
Bring On The Night, 1986
performed by Sting, B. Marsalis, D. Jones, K. Kirkland, O. Hakim, et al
[i]The deception with tact
Just what are you trying to say?
You got a blank face, which irritates
Communicate, pull out your party piece
You see dimensions in two
State your case with black or white
But when one little cross
Leads to shots, grit your teeth
You run for cover so discreet[/i]
[i]The impression that you sell
Passes in and out like a scent
But the long face that you see
Comes from living close to your fears
If this is up, then I'm up
But you're running out of sight
You've seen your name on the walls
And when one little bump
Leads to shock miss a beat
You run for cover and there's heat[/i]
[i]Then it's easy to believe
Somebody's been lying to me
But when the wrong word
Goes in the right ear
I know you've been lying to me
It's getting rough, off the cuff
I've got to say enough's enough
Bigger the harder, he falls
But when the wrong antidote
Is like a bulge on the throat
You run for cover in the heat
Why don't they[/i]
[i]Do what they say
Say what you mean
Oh baby, one thing leads to another
You told me something wrong
I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another[/i]
This lyric has always jazzed me
[i]"But when the wrong word
Goes in the right ear
I know you've been lying to me"[/i]
:cool:
Originally by Joni Mitchell
"Sympathy For The Devil" LIVE (8:49)
The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus, 1968 / 1996
written by The Glimmer Twins, 1968
performed by The Rolling Stones
They wanna sell it out, buy it up
And dumb it down
A good god is hard to find
I'll join the crowd that wants to see me dead
Right now I feel I belong for the first time
Multiply your death, divide by sex
Add up the violence and what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag
You can point your gun at me
And hope it will go away
But if God was alive
He would hate you anyway
My right wing is flapping
The left wing is grey
Let's hear it for the kids but nothing they say
They gyrate and G-rate on Election Day
We got our ABC's and our F-U-C-K
F-U-C-K
F-U-C-K
Multiply your death, divide by sex
Add up the violence and what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag
You can point your gun at me
And hope it will go away
If God was alive
He would hate you anyway
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scarred and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
Stars on your burning flag
The Who- Won’t Get Fooled Again
I never saw the morning 'til I stayed up all night
I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out the light
I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody until I needed the song
I never saw the white line 'til I was leavin' you behind
I never knew I needed you until I was caught up in a bind
I never spoke "I love you" 'til I cursed you in vain
I never felt my heart strings until I nearly went insane
I never saw the east coast until I moved to the west
I never saw the moonlight until it shone off of your breast
I never saw your heart until someone tried to steal it, tried to steal it away
I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face
Now a question for everyone, not just Americans:
Things ain't what they used to be
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the north
And south and east
Oh mercy, mercy me
Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no
Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas,
Fish full of mercury
Ah, oh mercy, mercy me
Ah things ain't what they used to be, no no
Radiation under ground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying
Oh mercy, mercy me
Oh things ain't what they used to be
What about this overcrowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Picket lines
Picket signs
Don't punish me
With brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
What's going on
Mother, mother
Everybody thinks we're wrong
But who are they to judge us
Simply 'cause our hair is long
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
"You have to let that raga drop"
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The Sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a-cruisin' down the ville
The Muezzin was a-standin'
On the radiator grille
The Shareef don't like it [Shareef = the bosses]
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don't like it
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out the electric camel drum
The local guitar picker got his guitar-pickin' thumb
As soon as the Shareef had cleared the square
They began to wail
The Shareef don't like it
Rock the Casbah
Now, over at the temple
Oh, they really pack 'em in
The in-crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
And the temple band took five
The crowd caught a whiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
The Shareef don't like it....
The king called up his jet fighters
"He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way"
As soon as the Shareef was chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio blare
As soon as the Shareef was outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
Shareef don't like it
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, he thinks it's not kosher
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, fundamentally can't take it
Rock the Casbah, Rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, you know he really hates it
Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, really, really hates it
Arabic cover of the Clash: Rock El Casbah
There you go, it starts again
Everywhere and in the sweet France
Here they go again
Everywhere, everywhere, they advance
The lesson wasn't enough
Must say that we chose to forget
Everywhere, the speeches are the same
Stranger, you are the cause of our problems!
I thought it was all over
But no, no, it was just a pause
Here they go again...
The lesson wasn't enough
Memories we chose to forget
Away, away, strangers!
That is the remedy of civilized men
Beware, they thrive
While we avert our eyes
Beware, they thrive
While we avert our eyes
Here they go again..
The lesson hasn't been learned
Memories we chose to forget
Everywhere I hear what they say
Foreigners you are the cause of our problems!
Me, I thought it was all over
But in fact, it was only a pause
There you go, it starts again
Everywhere and in the sweet France
There you go, it starts again
They are coming
There you go...
I'm going to complain
And that I'm going to laugh
I know that in the dark
You can't see 'nada'
The sunset lasted two seconds
I'm burning inside
The soul and the body
Blood is boiling
The sunset lasted two seconds
And I can't be like this anymore
Without soul or body
I'm burning inside
I burn, I burn, I burn, I burn
I know you won't come
No one is going to teach you
What it's like to be like this
That in this loneliness
Facing the truth
It's almost like running away
The sunset lasted two seconds
I'm burning inside
The soul and the body
Blood is boiling
I burn, I burn, I burn, I burn
I'm burning inside
I burn, I burn, I burn, I burn
I'm burning inside
And I can't be like this anymore
Without soul or body
I'm burning inside
Blood is boiling
I'm burning inside
The soul cannot disappear it stays in the body
I'm feeling it
I'm burning inside
The soul and the body
Blood is boiling
I'm burning inside
[Spoken: Woman]
Last night, I was so depressed
And I went and got the Bible
And I turned to the book of Revelations
And if people would just get and read the Bible
And read the book of Revelations
They would really turn around and straighten up
This is all we need to do, is just get the good book
And read it and put it to everyday life
[Spoken: Curtis Mayfield]
Sisters
Niggers
Whiteys
Jews
Crackers
Don't worry
If there's hell below
We're all
Gonna go
[Vocal]
Sisters
Brothers and the whiteys
Blacks and the crackers
Police and their backers
They're all political actors
Hurry
People running from their worries
While the judge and his juries
Dictate the law that's partly flaw
Cat calling
Love balling, fussing and a-cussing
Top billing now is killing
For peace, no one is willing
Kind of make you get that feeling
Everybody smoke
Use the pill and the dope
Educated fools
From uneducated schools
Pimping people is the rule
Polluted water in the pool
And Nixon talking 'bout, "Don't worry"
He say, "Don't worry"
He say, "Don't worry"
He say, "Don't worry"
But they don't know
There can be no show
And if there's hell below
We're all gonna go
Everybody praying
And everybody saying
But when come time to do
Everybody's laying
Just talking 'bout, "Don't worry"
They say, "Don't worry"
They say, "Don't worry"
They say, "Don't worry"
Sisters
Brothers and the whiteys
Blacks and the crackers
Police and their backers
They're all political actors
Smoke
The pill and the dope
Educated fools
From uneducated schools
Pimping people is the rule
Polluted water in the pool
And everybody's saying, "Don't worry"
They say, "Don't worry"
They say, "Don't worry"
They say, "Don't worry"
But they don't know
There can be no show
And if there's hell below
We're all gonna go
Lord, what we gonna do?
Tell me what we gonna do?
If everything I say is true
This ain't no way it ought to be
If only all the mass could see
But they keep talking 'bout, "Don't worry"
They say, "Don't worry"
They say, "Don't worry"
They say, "Don't worry"
Tupac- Changes
Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
One less hungry mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
"It's time to fight back, " that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
But things changed, and that's the way it is
That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah
That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
(I made a G today) But you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin' crack to the kid (I gotta get paid
Well hey, well that's the way it is
That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah
That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah
We gotta make a change
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat each other
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
What we gotta do, to survive
And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace?
It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
So the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up
Crack you up and pimp smack you up
You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this
That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Comin' back after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is, uh
That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah
That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah
Some things will never change
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doing for us
And I'm giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I can't see
I can't breathe
No more will we be
And nothing's going to change the way we live
'Cause we can always take but never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world we're living in
And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these
Futures made of virtual insanity now
Always seem to, be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound for we all live underground
And I'm thinking what a mess we're in
Hard to know where to begin
If I could slip the sickly ties that earthly man has made
And now every mother, can choose the color
Of her child
That's not nature's way
Well that's what they said yesterday
There's nothing left to do but pray
I think it's time I found a new religion
Whoa, it's so insane
To synthesize another strain
There's something in these
Futures that we have to be told
Futures made of virtual insanity now
Always seem to, be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound for we all live underground
Now there is no sound
If we all live underground
And now it's virtual insanity
Forget your virtual reality
Oh, there's nothing so bad
I know yeah
Of this virtual insanity, we're livin' in
Has got to change, yeah
Things, will never be the same
And I can't go on
While we're livin' in oh, oh virtual insanity
Oh, this world, has got to change
'Cause I just, I just can't keep going on, it was virtual
Virtual insanity that we're livin' in, that we're livin' in
That virtual insanity is what it is
Futures made of virtual insanity now
Always seem to, be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound for we all live underground
Futures made of virtual insanity now
Always seem to, be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology
Oh, now there is no sound for we all live underground
Living, virtual insanity
Living, virtual insanity
Living, virtual insanity
Living, virtual insanity
Virtual insanity is what we're living in
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind
All of these words
I hear in my mind
All of this music
And it breaks my heart
Suppose I never, ever met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you
Kiss me so sweet
And so soft
Suppose I never, ever saw you
Suppose you never, ever called
Suppose I kept on singin' love songs
Just to break
My own fall
All my friends say
That of course
It's gonna get be'er
Better, better, better, ohhh...
I never loved nobody fully... etc.
Everything goes
We forget the face and we forget the voice
The heart, when it doesn't work,
There is no need to go further
Just let it go and it's all right
With time... everything goes
The other whom we adored, whow we looked for under the rain
The other whom we guessed in the bend of a glance
In between words, in between lines, and under the blusher
Of a makeup vow going to sleep
With time, everything vanishes
With time... everything goes
Even the best memories make a terrible face
At the used-cloths store, fumbling in the shelves of death,
On Saturday evening, when tenderness leaves us alone
With time... everything goes
The other we trusted, for a cold, for nothing
The other to whom we gave hot air and jewelry
For whom we would have sold our soul for two pence
In front of whom we dragged ourselves like dogs
With time, hey, everything's fine
With time goes everything
We forget the passions, we forget the voices
That whispered the words of simple folks
"Don't come back too late, please, don't catch a cold."
With time goes everything
And we feel old and grey like a broken horse
And we feel frozen in a bed of hazards
And we feel all alone, perhaps, but cushy
And we feel fooled by our lost years
So really… with time… we don't love anymore.
A love to last past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
I want a a love that's on the square
Can't seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to no where
I need a Sunday kind of love
I do my Sunday dreaming, oh yea
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day
Oh I'm hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way
And my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love
I don't want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea
I want a Sunday Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
A day that broke up your mind
Destroyed your notion of circular time
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway
Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground
For all my friends out on the burial ground
Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
There must be ways to find out
Love is the way they say is really strutting out
Hey, hey, hey now
One day I woke up to find
Right in the bed next to mine
Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
Caetano Veloso
Thanks. A bit of background:
In 1969 the young singer-song writers Caetano Veloso and Gilberto Gil arrived in London, expelled from military-ruled Brazil. ...
Gil and Caetano met in 1963 at university in Salvador, the capital Bahia, in Brazil’s culturally vibrant Northeast. There they collaborated, initially performing traditional Northeastern songs and bossa nova melodies, sometimes together with Maria Bethânia (Caetano’s sister), Gal Costa and Tom Zé, other future stars.
In 1965 they left Salvador to pursue opportunities in the cultural hubs to the south, with Gil moving to São Paulo and Caetano (with Bethânia) opting for Rio de Janeiro. They soon came to the attention of a wider Brazilian public, in no small part thanks to the growing reach of television. ... [Military coup happens]
Soon after their arrests, Caetano and Gil were transferred to Rio where they were moved between military detention centres. They were often held in solitary confinement, were constantly intimidated and, in a symbolic act of humiliation, both had their famously long hair shorn off.
One of Caetano’s favourite songs, “Terra“ [“Earth”] was born in his prison cell and produced while in exile: he was given a copy of the magazine Manchete which included, for the first time, photos of Earth from outer space.
Finally, on February 19th, they were put on an air force plane and flown north to Salvador. There they remained under semi-house arrest, until they were “invited” to leave the country.
“I guess they just don’t like what we do”, suggested Caetano shortly before his departure, “they just don’t seem to understand anything open-ended, anything they can’t foresee and control.”
As neither Caetano nor Gil had the money for the airfares, let alone resources to meet expenses abroad, a solution had to be found. Despite being banned from making public appearances, [b]the two persuaded the authorities to grant them permission to perform in Salvador, on condition that they pledged not to “incite” the crowd.
The shows (they were allowed two) went ahead on the 20th and 21st July 1969[/b] at the Teatro Castro Alves, the largest artistic venue in the city. Caetano, aged 26, and Gil, who had just turned 27, were then escorted to Rio to await their travel documents. A few days later, together with their wives – sisters Dedé and Sandra Gadelha – they boarded a plane for Europe. ...
source: https://theworldelsewhere.com/2015/10/15/london-london-brazils-caetano-veloso-and-gilberto-gil-in-exile-part-1/
[i]Come waste your millions here
Secretly she sneers
Another corporate show
A guilty conscience grows
And I'll feel a guilty conscience grow
And I'll feel a guilty conscience grow
She burns like the sun
And I can't look away
And she'll burn our horizons
Make no mistakes
Come let the truth be shared
No one ever dared
To break these endless lies
Secretly she cries
She burns like the sun
And I can't look away
And she'll burn our horizons
Make no mistakes
And I'll hide from the world
Behind a broken frame
And I'll run forever
I can't face the shame[/i]
In an ocean that is churning
For all I know there might be nobody nearby
Still, the world, it keeps on turning
And when that sun goes down
It gets brighter in my heart somehow
I don't know why this is
But it's what I’d like to know
Sometimes we start over
And go solo
We're looking for
That summer home
Beside the sea
And for the future
Since I left you I'm a gold balloon that wanders high
I won't sing through rainbows and showers
Taking lovers just might keep my tears at bay
But the dam will break at any hour
By candle-light you seem
To deepen in your mysteries
Confusing forces move
At the tides of these seas
Sometimes we start over
And go solo
Are we're looking for
The ones we've hurt
Just to forgive us
In the future
Sometimes we start over
And go solo
No metaphors
Are needed from
This time onwards
In this song
'Throughout all ages humans have sought
and some have found
a door through which we may pass
but that door is within the soul
It is an enlargement of consciousness
whereby we perceive things to which
we have hitherto been blind'
The Waterboys (2020)
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed
They're spreadin' blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
I don't know where I am
I don't know where I've been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I'd let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home
Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange
You said everything changed
You felt as if you just woke up
And you said,
This is the first day of my life,
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy.
So if you wanna be with me
With these things there's no telling
We'll just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time it's different
I mean I really think you like me...
Topical.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doing what comes naturally.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just following my destiny.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doing what comes naturally.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? How bad can I possibly be?
Well there's a principle of nature (principle of nature)
That almost every creature knows.
Called survival of the fittest (survival of the fittest)
And check it this is how it goes.
The animal that eats gotta scratch and fight and claw and bite and punch.
And the animal that doesn't,
Well the animal that doesn't winds up someone else's lu-lu-lu-lu-lunch
(Munch, munch, munch, munch, munch)
I'm just sayin'.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doing what comes naturally.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just following my destiny.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doing what comes naturally
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? How bad can I possibly be?
There's a principle in business (principle in business)
That everybody knows is sound.
It says the people with the money (people with the money)
Make this ever-loving world go 'round
So I'm biggering my company, I'm biggering my factory,
I'm biggering my corporate size.
Everybody out there, take care of yours and me?
I'll take care. of.
Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
(Shake that bottom line)
Let me hear you say 'smogulous smoke'
(Smogulous smoke)
Schloppity schlop
(Schloppity schlop)
Complain all you want, it's never ever, ever, ever gonna stop.
Come on how bad can I possibly be?
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just building the economy.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? Just look at me pettin' this puppy.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? A portion of proceeds goes to charity.
How ba-a-a-ad can I be? How bad can I possibly be? Let's see.
All the customers are buying.
(How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) And the money's multiplying.
(How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) And the PR people are lying.
(How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) And the lawyers are denying.
(How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) Who cares if a few trees are dying?
(How ba-a-a-ad can I be?) This is all so gratifying.
How bad.
How bad can this possibly be!?
I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not that kind of guy
Beneath this sleek exterior
There's less than meets the eye
I'm just what you've been looking for
Your wildest dream come true
I'm not the man you think I am
But I'm the man for you
I'm on important business
I'm late for my premiere
I'm doing you a favor
Just by being here
Surely you can buy a drink
For someone so renowned
I'm not the man you think I am
But I'm the man you've found
I'm burning with indifference
I'm sleeping with desire
I'm selling snow to eskimos
I'm preaching to the choir
My past is catching up to me
My chips are coming due
I'm not the man you think I am
But I'm the man for you
And the first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just to cover it 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.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says, "Son, if it was up to me"
I go down to see the V.A. man
He said, "Son, don't you understand?"
Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a little girl in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
I've got nowhere to run and nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long time daddy in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking daddy 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.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I was...
:up:
I’d heard “Born in the USA” several times before I realized it was more of a critique of the US instead of the patriotic anthem it comes across as, which I always thought was pretty cool.
He's down by the railroad track
Sitting low in the back seat
Of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie
She's so intact
And she falls so softly beneath him
Jackie's heels are stacked
Billy's got cleats on his boots
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway
And come back home with the loot
It's midnight in Manhattan
This is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall, or baby, don't walk at all
Fish lady, fish lady
She baits those tenement walls
She won't take corner boys
Ain't got no money and they're so easy
I said, "Hey baby, won't you take my hand, walk with me down Broadway
Oh mama take my hand, and walk with me down Broadway, yeah
I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah baby, walk real proud for you
So shake away your city life
Shake away your street life
Shake away your sin life
And hook up to the train
Oh, hook up to the night train
Hook it up, hook up to the train etc.
But I know that she won't take the train
No, she won't take the train
No, she won't take the train etc.
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
And when she turns, this boy'll be gone
So long
Sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man
Oh play me your serenade
Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave
Save your notes
Don't spend them on the blues boy
Save your notes
Don't spend them on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy
Straight for the church note ringin'
Vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man
Ah, listen to your junk man
He's singin', singin', he's singin', etc.
All dressed up in satin
Walkin' past the alley
Singin', singin’ etc.
So here is an attempted translation of a French ode to my hometown. To straighten things up...
How far is my hometown, how far !
Sometimes inside me come alive
The green waters of the Canal du Midi
And the red bricks of the Minimes
Oh mun païs, oh Toulouse
I walk back the avenue to the school
My schoolbag is stuffed with punches
Here, if you punch, you win
Here, even the grannies love a brall
Oh mun païs, oh Toulouse
A torrent of pebbles rolls in your accent
Your violence boils up even in your violets
We barely treat each other that we treat each other of cunts
There's a storm in the air and yet...
The Saint-Sernin church lights up the evening
A coral flower that the sun waters
Maybe that's why, despite your red and black
Maybe that's why they call you Ville Rose
I see your pavement again, oh my Gascon city
Your sidewalks ripped open on the gas pipes
Is it Spain in you that pushes its horn a little?
Or would there be a jazz bubble in your guts?
Here is the Capitol, I stop my steps there
Tenors with colds trembled under their suction cups
I still hear the echo of daddy's voice
He was my only blues singer back then
Today, your buildings are climbing high
In Blagnac, your planes are more beautiful
If one brings me back to this town
Could I still see my pinch of tiles again?
Oh mun païs, oh Toulouse
Nougaro is our Boss, in Toulouse...
El Cuarteto de Nos: Contrapunto para Humano y Computadora
The first is the charm
The third is the third
So today I challenge anyone
To come up here and face me
Whoever accepts is a suicidal
Who overrates himself
Cause nobody can beat me now
Not even the world champion coplero
or a freestyle rapper
or the best computer
Not even the best computer?
Do you, who are a mere human, say that?
You walk so proud
But your time has come
Because your ego devours you
And you are absolutely convinced you are superior
But with a sample it is enough
Today the bombs that created your minds
They are smarter
That the idiots who launch them
The idiots who lunch them
They don't represent me
But to those who invent them
Maybe you owe your trust
And although it seems like a joke
You owe your life to their invention
And I say "life" with compassion
To an unreasonable composite
Of circuits, chips and cables
Without soul or heart
Without soul or heart?
Look just who says it
When a bathroom you locate
Wash your mouth with soap
Because it's an aberration
Your morale tied with wires
Did a swarm sting your eyes?
Or is it just that you don't want to see
That there are people just like you
Thirsty and hungry
Thirsty and hungry?
And what do I have to do with that?
If those who don't do what needs to be done
They are irresponsible
Meanwhile unpresentable
A machine criticizes me
Feeling is manufactured
Without knowing what a father is
And not even on Mother's Day
Know what it means
Know what it means?
You are like Pilate
who washes his hands and is ungrateful
And his race does not dignify
Because, let's see, how do you explain to me?
That you have forgotten your elders
Forgetting what they have given you
You treat them like an inept
Disrespect them
And abandon them
Abandoned them?
If something similar happens to me
Is it because I deserve it?
Or did I fail who is besides me?
Like an entity without a past
You question with treachery
"I think therefore I exist" he would say
Our friend Descartes
But we had to think about you
Because otherwise you would not exist
Because otherwise I would not exist?
Did we get transcendental?
Your existential problems
You can't solve them, not even with philosophy
It would shame me
Not knowing what I am and I challenge him (Descartes)
They look at me suspiciously
And you still argue bitterly
If you really descended from a monkey
Or from a guy who lives in heaven
From a guy who lives in heaven?
It's a sharp reflection
I prefer to have that doubt
Than to be a piece of iron
I am my own front man
I suggest you listen to me
I choose what I prefer
And freedom you don't know what it is
You do what you can
But I do what I want
But I do what I want?
And you are prisoners of your routine?
In your houses, streets and offices
Corrupted by money
You don't know what it's like to be austere
Consuming pure shine
I tell you this and I humiliate you
The only organs that work for you
And that for sure you won't donate them
They are your wallet your the pocket
Our wallets and our pockets?
How do you think they made you?
The silver they got
For your plates and screws
Someone spent a good amount of cash
To be able to buy you
So don't send yourself the part
Because you're already getting me tired
And I'm seriously thinking
Shortly unplug you
Unplug me shortly?
How simple is your science
Resort to violence
As an argument to silence me
But I'm not going to shut up
And sooner rather than later
I see that my plea burns
And I alter his biorhythm
Although I can not imagine an algorithm
That could turn out to be so cowardly
Automaton
Wild
Artifice
Hypocrites
Clone
Primitive
Entelechy
Racist
Anathema
Intolerant
Exegete
Egocentric
Libel
Cavemen
Alien
Corrupt
Hardware
Inhumans
Go!
Go
One without lyrics, purely meditative.
L'Europe - Noir Desir + Brigitte Fontaine
[i]The wild boars are running free
I repeat
The wild boars are running free
Small bosses make big rivers of diamonds
Twice
The roses of Europe are the feast of Satan
I repeat
The roses of Europe are the feast of Satan…[/i]
We are currently working for Europe
If not the world
Dear old Europe, dear old continent
Authoritarian, aristocratic and libertarian whore
Bourgeois and working class, all purple and made-up like in past centuries
Staggering colossus, look at your hunched shoulders
No way to dust up in a single gesture
The old dandruff, the dead skin of yesterday
And tabula rasa
From here you'd think it's noble rot, in suspension
It still floats in the air
From that smell of sulfur
Dirty old Europe, who between two wars
And even during them caressed for his own good
The belly of his faraway lands elsewhere
And dick in hand sprinkled with his sperm the native sexes
We got up from this, we get up from everything
Even from bottomless falls
We know how to go up, we know how to go down
We can stop and we can start again
Europe of the Enlightenment or of Darkness
Barely fireflies in shadow theaters
Barely a spark in the night that settles and then recovers
And then the new dawn, after the crimes of childhood,
The errors of youth, one no longer tears off the wings
Of golden dragonflies
We are currently working for Europe
If not the world
Amnesty -- amnesty or amnesia?
What difference does it make?
In any case, we have to move forward
Let us press the step comrade, and then realize, realize, realize
There will always be something left, come on
Materialist, so at least we're sure
Not to be mistaken, and dwell in the tangible until indigestion
In the rational, until we die of it
Ruthless logic, but without meaning
Hey, Princess of History, in your forced march
We end up lost, passing under your centuries-old arches
We are currently working for Europe
If not the world
We've gone tired of your past arcana, tired of your past arcana
With technocratic charms
So then Europe, then Europe, so what Europe? Then Brussels, Schengen, Strasbourg, Maastricht, GDP, EEC, Euratom, OECD and GATT
Protect us, oh Market, from such a small world
Unique Euro-money, Nasdaq and CAC 40
Orgiastic, idyllic, make poetry, support culture
Produce shows and entertainment
As our brothers say across the Atlantic
Old Europeans, new masters of the world,
While the Asian dragon dreams
Stretches slowly
It is beautiful and powerful
Spits fire gently
While Ernest Antoine Seillière makes his appearance
And declares his flame to us, he loves us and tells us
"We are not like politicians
Subjected to the pressure of the street"
And in the distance you can hear the clamor of the crowd resounding
The beautiful overall movements, the glorious parades
And then, and then the class struggle
But now we're serious!
Hey baby, this is serious
We don't believe in anything anymore
We're building from scratch
This business and basta
We don't ride Pegasus
That was for ecstasy, and the ecstasy is gone
We are currently working for Europe
If not the world
Expansion, growth if possible, but no dreams please
Carry only dynamics
First the dough, baby and the rest will follow
That's what they say, I believe in those days
Blessed days of the globophagi
Dear old Europe, your head barely knows your legs
Who often don't understand your arms
How does it work again?
How does a body work when it is foreign to itself?
We don't know, we don't care, we still kiss each other
And we're right
Dirty old Europe, do you remember brute force?
The West got in a bad mood, made a burning war, then a cold war
And is finally weary of war, and finally weary of war
We are currently working for Europe
If not the world
Do you want some performance schools?
And here are the creative bosses of the global businesses
Dialogue on electronic commerce to sit and giggle
And spit on all exceptions, starting with this cultural thing
Stories of producers and consumers
From producer to consumer
And more middlemen than anyone cares to count
Your soul has worn out on this endless road
And on this constant coming and going, come on, let's go
Enjoy, why not? It’s gona be ok
There will be something for everyone, something for everyone.
We said for everyone, for everyone, for everyone
My ass
How high are you going to erect your ramparts?
Where are you going to build your new surrounding walls?
Something is stuck in the throat
And we want to spit it, that’s the least we can do
But you can, madam, you can talk to us
For all is not lost, no, all is not lost
From your dawn myths
Here the sun shines for everyone
And you’d better believe it
We are currently working for Europe
If not the world
[i]Pox on your faces
I repeat
Pox on your faces
The saint's sighs and the fairy's cries are no longer heard at the bankers' banquet
One time
The hermit's pot is filled with rubies
I repeat
The hermit's pot is filled with rubies
Old Europe is the mackerel of the pink ballets
Twice
When the sirens fall silent, the birds of prey scream
I repeat
When the sirens fall silent, the birds of prey scream
The red and black of tortures are the flowers of evil
I repeat
The red and black of tortures are the flowers of evil
The day of the West is the night of the East
Twice
The day of the West is the night of the East
I am not chauvinistic but France is still the queen of cheeses
Tryphon Tournesol is a zouave
Six times
Spilled blood is the cup of tea of fairground giants
Twice
It's raining cats and dogs on the Concorde
It's raining cats and dogs on the Concorde
Model girls are Europe’s elected representatives
I repeat
Model girls are Europe’s elected representatives
Fuck security
Twice
Megalomania kills mockingbirds
I repeat
Megalomania kills mockingbirds
If you can't find anything, look for something else
Peace in Switzerland!
I repeat
Peace in Switzerland!
Blood weddings set the horizon on fire
Twice
Europe’s mascara is flowing on her dress
Twice
Life begins now
And now
And now
Europe is a small mortal goddess
Twice
The childhood of art is a sunrise
I repeat
The childhood of art is a sunrise[/i]
We are currently working for Europe
If not the world…
Regarde-la ma ville
Elle s'appelle Bidon
Bidon, Bidon, Bidonville
Vivre là-dedans c'est cotton
Les filles qui ont la peau douce
La vendent pour manger
Dans les chambres l'herbe pousse
Pour y dormir faut se pousser
Les gosses jouent mais le ballon
C'est une boite de sardine, bidon
Donne-moi ta main camarade
Toi qui viens d'un pays
Où les hommes sont beaux
Donne-moi ta main camarade
J'ai cinq doigts moi aussi
On peut se croire égaux
Regarde-la ma ville
Elle s'appelle bidon
Bidon, bidon, bidonville
Me tailler d'ici, à quoi bon
Pourquoi veux-tu que je me perde
Dans tes cités, à quoi ça sert!
Je verrai toujours de la merde
Même dans le bleu de la mer
Je dormirais sur des millions
Je reverrai toujours bidon
Donne-moi ta main camarade
Toi qui viens d'un pays
Où les hommes sont beaux
Donne-moi ta main camarade
J'ai cinq doigts moi aussi
On peut se croire égaux
Serre-moi la main, camarade
Je te dis au revoir
Je te dis à bientôt
Bientôt, bientôt
On pourra se parler, camarade
Bientôt, bientôt
On pourra s'embrasser, camarade
Bientôt, bientôt
Les oiseaux, les jardins, les cascades
Bientôt, bientôt
Le soleil dansera, camarade
Bientôt, bientôt
Je t'attends, je t'attends, camarade
"Feelin' Good" (2:53)
I Put A Spell On You, 1965
written by A. Newley & L. Bricusse, 1964
performed by Nina Simone ?
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
They won't know what route I'm going
When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times here I crave
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them all I've gone to sleep
When I die, Lord, bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old Number Nine
As she comes rolling by
When I die, Lord, bury me deep
Down at the end of old Chestnut Street
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them all I've gone to sleep
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
They won't know what route I'm going
Je l'salue les mains dans les poches
Le cœur dans la gorge
Une semaine m'a semblé un an
Il s'assit tout à côté de moi
Ma peau commence à brûler
Et je cache mes joues rouges
Ses yeux s'allument
Je fais la fière devant tous ses copains
Mes lèvres tremblent au souvenir
D'une nuit blanche dans ses bras
D'une nuit blanche dans ses bras
Il fait de moi un gosse
Je me perds, je me perds dans son sourire
Il fait de moi une femme
Je me noie, je me noie dans son corps
La chambre commence à se vider
J'suis paralysée
Je n'le regarde pas
Il me met la main sur la joue
Mon visage est tout chaud
Et ma bouche est excitée
Ses yeux s'allument
Je fonds en dedans, je me sens si chanceuse
Mes lèvres tremblent au souvenir
D'une nuit blanche dans ses bras
D'une nuit blanche dans ses bras
Il fait de moi un gosse
Je me perds, je me perds dans son sourire
Il fait de moi une femme
Je me noie, je me noie dans son corps
Il fait de moi un gosse
Je me perds, je me perds dans son sourire
Il fait de moi une femme
Je me noie, je me noie dans son corps
https://youtu.be/Y9JiONnrQqI
"I Put A Spell On You" (2:34)
I Put A Spell On You, 1965
written by Jay Hawkins, 1956
performed by Nina Simone
I don't know about deep, but its kinda philosophical.
Opium Tea
Here I sleep the morning through
Until the call to prayer awakes me
And there is nothing at all to do but rise
And follow the day wherever it takes me
I stand at the window and look at the sea
Then I make me a pot of opium tea
Down at the port I watch the boats come in
Watching boats come in can do something to you
And the kids gather round with outstretched hand
And I toss them a diram or two
And I wonder if my children are thinking of me
For I am what I am and what will be will be
I wonder if my kids are thinking of me
And I smile and I sip my opium tea
At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts
And the shapes of hooded men move past me
And the mad moaning wind, it laughs and it laughs
At the strange lot that fate has cast me
And the cats on the rampart sing merrily
That I am what I am and what will be will be
The cats on the rampart sing merrily
And I sit and I drink my opium tea
I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home
There is nothing here to win or to lose
There are no choices needing to be made at all
Not even the choice of having to choose
I am a prisoner, yes, but I am also free
'Cause I am what I am and what will be will be
I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free
And I smile and I sip my opium tea
This is about death, a subject often touched upon by Brassens but as usual with him its a funny song that puts a nice spin on the whole idea of dying, as long as you rest in the right spot.
Plea to be buried on the beach at Sète
The Grim Reaper who never forgave me
For having sown flowers in the holes of his nose
Is pursuing me with foolish zeal
And so surrounded closely by burials
I saw it fit to update my will
To pen down a codicil
Dip in the blue ink of the Gulf of Lion
Dip deep your quil, oh my old tabellion
And with your most beautiful handwriting
Note what ought to happen to my body
When my soul and he will no longer agree
But on a single point: the break-up
When my soul takes its flight on the horizon
Towards those of Gavroche and Mimi Pinson
Those of stray cats and street boys
May my body be brought back to the native soil
In a Paris-Méditerranée sleeper train
Terminus at Sète station
My family vault, alas, is not brand new
Commonly speaking, it's as full as an egg
And by the time someone gets out
It may be late and I can't tell
These good people to push themselves a bit
Make room for the youth, if you will
Right by the sea, a stone's throw from the blue waves
Dig if possible a soft little hole
A small comfortable niche
Nearby my childhood friends, the dolphins
Along this shore where the sand is so fine
On the Corniche Beach
It's a beach where, even when he's furious
Neptune never takes himself too seriously
Where when a ship wrecks
The captain shouts "I am the master on board,
Save your souls, wine and pastis first,
Everyone gets his own bottle and courage!"
And that's where once at the age of fifteen
When having fun alone is no longer enough
I knew my first passion
From a mermaid, a siren
I received, of love, the first lesson
Swallowed the first fishbone
With all due respect for Paul Valéry
I, the humble troubadour, rise on him
The good master will forgive me
But at least, if his verses are better than mine
Let my cemetery be more marine than his
No matter what the locals opine
This tomb, sandwiched between water and sky
Won't give a sad mood to the scene
But instead an indefinable charm
Bathers will use it as a screen
To change outfits and little children
Will say: "Look, a sand castle!"
Is it too much to ask? On my little plot
Please plant some kind of pine
Umbrella pine by preference
That will shield against sunstroke
The good friends coming on my concession
For affectionate reverences
Sometimes from Spain, sometimes from Italy
All loaded with perfumes and pretty musics
The Mistral and the Tramontane [local winds]
On my last sleep will pour the echoes
Of villanelle one day, one day of fandango
Of tarantella, of sardana
And when, taking my mound for a pillow
A mergirl will gently come to rest
With less than nothing for costume
I ask forgiveness in advance to Jesus
If the shadow of my cross leans slightly on her
For a little posthumous pleasure
Poor pharaoh kings, poor Napoleon
Poor great heros lying in the Pantheon
Poor ashes of consequence
You will come to envy the eternal holidayer
Who rides the wave dreaming
Who spends his death on vacation
Ha, Ha. :smile: Its interesting how people who gravitate toward deeper conversation, also prefer deeper music. Good thread, Its introduced me to some deep artists that I wasn't aware of.
Birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
In Spain, the best upper sets do it
Lithuanians and Letts do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it; think of Siamese twins
Some Argentines without means do it
People say in Boston even beans do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Romantic sponges, they say, do it
Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Cold Cape Cod clams 'gainst their wish do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Electric eels, I might add, do it
Though it shocks 'em I know
Why ask if shads do it? Waiter, bring me shad roe
In shallow shoals English soles do it
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Compare the lyrics with this song....
[Verse 1]
Well, the crickets get it
And the ants get it
I bet you the pigs get it
Yeah, even the plants get it
Come on now, and get with it
Yeah, I want you to get with it
Oh!
Yeah, I just want you to get with it
[Chorus]
'Cause every worm that's under your shoe
And every bird and bug in the jungle, too
And everything in the ocean blue
They just happen to know exactly what to do
So why don't you?
Yeah, why don't you?
[Verse 2]
The flies get it
And the frogs get it
And all them big jungle cats get it
And I bet your little dog gets it
Yeah, I want you to get with it
Yeah, come on, and get with it
Whoo!
Yeah, I just want you to get with it
[Chorus]
'Cause every worm that's under your shoe
And every bird and bee in the jungle, too
And everything in the ocean blue
They just happen to know exactly what to do
So why don't you?
Yeah, why don't you?
[Verse 3]
And all the chickens get it
And them singing canaries get it
Whoo!
Even strawberries get it
I want you to get with it
Yeah, I want you to get with it
Yeah!
Yeah, I just want you to get with it
[Chorus]
'Cause every worm that's under your shoe
And every bird and bee in the jungle, too
And everything in the ocean blue
They just happen to know exactly what to do
So why don't you?
Yeah, why don't you?
Inspiration? Or rip-off?
If you already know the meaning then tell me and I will discontinue this
.
Peas porridge hot
Peas porridge cold
Peas porridge in the pot. Nine days old.
Some like it hot
Some like it cold
Some like it in the pot Nine days old.
[quote=No. 8, Pictures of the Gone World (1955)]It was a face which darkness could kill
in an instant
a face as easily hurt
by laughter or light
'We think differently at night'
she told me once
lying back languidly
And she would quote Cocteau
'I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say
'whom I am constantly shocking'
Then she would smile and look away
light a cigarette for me
sigh and rise
and stretch
her sweet anatomy
let fall a stocking.[/quote]
Téléphone - Le Temps (Time)
You clever sand grain watching your friends
Fall one by one to the bottom of the hourglass
Cock-sure sand grain that watches others go by
Don't forget to forget that you too will pass
The glass tunnel
That opens under your feet
Will make you meet your future, your past
Because Time, He doesn't wait
No Time is that very moment
Time, He doesn't exist, no
Time is what you will do with it
Take it!
Baby sand grain who makes big sand castles
With the wet sand left over from your past
You are waiting for the reigning hand that will turn the hourglass over
You wait, you still think you're on the right side
The glass tunnel
That opens under your feet
Will make you forget your future, your past.
Time doesn't wait
No, Time is that moment
Time does not exist
No no no
Time is what you will do with it
And the minutes pass and the seconds pass
This song needs to end, but will never end
'Cause this grain that don't fall could very well be you
:yawn:
"Fascinating. If my suspicion is correct, there can be no response to this message."
:yikes:
"Now wait just a damn minute!"
:sweat:
Hey! I'm not a fool, I'm a customs officer...
I don't like foreigners, they come to eat the bread of the French ... ouais!
It's curious: as a profession, I'm a customs officer, but I don't like foreigners...
When I see a stranger, if he is eating some bread, I say to him: "this is MY bread!" Since I'm French, and then he eats the bread of the French so it's MY bread to me...
I don't like foreigners because I'm French, and I'm proud to be French.
My name is Koularkientensky on my mother's side and Piazzano-Venditti on the side of a friend of my father. That should tell you how French I am!
I don't like foreigners... In the village where I live, we have a foreigner, so when we see him pass, we say: "Here, look at that: it's the foreigner". We point at him, like an object... We have no respect. When we have respect for a human being, we do not say "that" about him. One would say: "Look at this monsieur" ... But he's a foreigner, he comes to eat the bread of the French.
When his wife passes by, her head bowed, with her little children who bow their heads too; we say: "Look at that, it's the foreigners: they come to eat the bread of the French."
The other Sunday, in my village, it was at the ten o'clock mass - I was at the cafe opposite the church, to receive communion. There was the stranger who wanted to talk to me. I had so much to do, too much to do to talk with a stranger! I had my work to think of... I am a customs officer. I am not a fool.
Finally, from the height of my greatness, being a civil servant, I deigned to listen to him, this imbecile (he is a foreigner, of course).
He said to me, uh: "Don't you think that in our time [1972], it's a little ridiculous to call some people strangers, since we are all equal? This is what I had in mind, what I wanted to tell you, Officer, you who are a civil servant and very important, you who have the shield of the law... We are all equal. We can prove it to you: when a surgeon operates on a human heart, whether in Cape Town, Geneva, Washington, Moscow, Beijing, he does it the same way: we are all equal."
The idiot! Come and disturb me to say such nonsense !!! He continued... These foreigners are so stupid, they come to eat the bread of the French.
He said to me ... uh ...: "Do you know a race where a mother loves her child more or less than in another race?"
There, I did not understand what he meant... I concluded that he was a fool. Indeed, when someone expresses himself and we do not understand what he is saying, that is because he is stupid!
And I can't be stupid, I'm a customs officer... "Go away, stranger!" I told him.
He replied: “I'm fed up with you, your bread and your France. I am leaving." He took his wife, his suitcase, his children, they got on a boat, they sailed far away beyond the seas...
And, since that day, in our village, we don't have bread anymore.
He was our baker !!!
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
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 hell
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
I'm a bitch, etc.
Just when you think you've got me figured out
The season's already changin'
I think it's cool you do what you do
And don't try to save me
I'm a bitch, etc.
Looking through this brilliant thread, I found this.
Magnifique sans aucun doute :cool:
However, I had my doubts about the translation.
'Too bad for your buttocks'. Vraiment ?! In such a tender song. Pas possible.
But it was.
Will watch the video again. This time armed with parallel translations. All the better to listen...and watch the movements of this superbe trio as they take turns to play the piano and sing.
Alors, merci pour les gens qui doutent:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qM1XxVZH-I0
I like people who doubt
J'aime les gens qui doutent
People who listen too much
Les gens qui trop écoutent
Their heart sway
Leur coeur se balancer
I like people who say
J'aime les gens qui disent
And who contradict each other
Et qui se contredisent
And without denouncing
Et sans se dénoncer
I like people who tremble
J'aime les gens qui tremblent
That sometimes they don't seem
Que parfois ils ne semblent
Able to judge
Capables de juger
I like people passing by
J'aime les gens qui passent
Half in their shoes
Moitié dans leurs godasses
And half beside
Et moitié à côté
I like their little song
J'aime leur petite chanson
Even if they pass for idiots
Même s'ils passent pour des cons
I like those who panic
J'aime ceux qui paniquent
Those who are not logical
Ceux qui sont pas logiques
Well, not right
Enfin, pas comme il faut
Those who, with their chains
Ceux qui, avec leurs chaînes
So that it doesn't bother us
Pour pas que ça nous gêne
Make a bell noise
Font un bruit de grelot
Those who will not be ashamed
Ceux qui n'auront pas honte
Of not being at the end of the day
De n'être au bout du compte
Only failures of the heart
Que des ratés du coeur
For not having known how to say
Pour n'avoir pas su dire
Deliver us from the worst
Délivrez-nous du pire
And keep the best
Et gardez le meilleur
I like their little song
J'aime leur petite chanson
Even if they pass for idiots
Même s'ils passent pour des cons
I like people who don't dare
J'aime les gens qui n'osent
Make things your own
S'approprier les choses
Even less people
Encore moins les gens
Those who don't want to be
Ceux qui veulent bien n'être
Than a simple window
Qu'une simple fenêtre
For children's eyes
Pour les yeux des enfants
Those who without a banner
Ceux qui sans oriflamme
Colorblind souls
Les daltoniens de l'âme
Ignore colors
Ignorent les couleurs
Those who are quite pears
Ceux qui sont assez poires
So that history never
Pour que jamais l'Histoire
Give them the honors
Leur rende les honneurs
I like their little song
J'aime leur petite chanson
Even if they pass for idiots
Même s'ils passent pour des cons
I like people who doubt
J'aime les gens qui doutent
And would like us to fuck them
Et voudraient qu'on leur foute
Peace from time to time
La paix de temps en temps
And that we don't abuse them
Et qu'on ne les malmène
Never when they walk
Jamais quand ils promènent
Their autumns in spring
Leurs automnes au printemps
Tell them that the soul
Qu'on leur dise que l'âme
Makes better flames
Fait de plus belles flammes
That all these sad asses
Que tous ces tristes culs
And that we thank them
Et qu'on les remercie
Tell them, we shout at them
Qu'on leur dise, on leur crie
Thank you for living
Merci d'avoir vécu
Thank you for the tenderness
Merci pour la tendresse
And too bad for your buttocks
Et tant pis pour vos fesses
Who did what they could
Qui ont fait ce qu'elles ont pu
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Anne Sylvestre
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ytgSGyu5JI8
Et tant pis pour vos fesses = too bad for your ass
It is tender but also cruel, or rather, real. In the end, she loves them but ils passent pour des cons. She fondly describes what others call losers or dreamers.
Yes. It is. Unforgettable. My kind of song but would never have found it elsewhere.
Thank you and others for all of this...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XSVoZNy6kPc
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/il-volo-flight.html
One last piano piece, and then I promise something more joyous.
One of Those - Benabar
Here, what are you doing here?
It's me, it's Nathalie
What, you don't you recognize me?
Why, you and I...
We were in high school together
It's true, I have changed
I've got children, a husband
What? you look surprised...
I was not destined
To a tidy life
I was lost
My husband found me
I was one of those
Who never say no
One of those easy girls
Whose name gets forgotten
I was not the pretty one
No, I was her girlfriend
The one you barely saw
Called me "Something"
I was two years older
Maybe two years too old
And I loved boys
Maybe a little too much
Of course you had had
Dozens of conquests
That no one had ever seen
Always during the holidays...
For many of you [boys]
I was your first time
Of those who matter
But not that much
I was not one of those
Who is being courted
Me, I was one of those
Who already agree
You would come to my house
But the next day
You'd refused in public
To hold my hand
When you would kiss me
Always behind closed doors
I knew why
So that no one could see us
So I closed my eyes
Hard enough to split the eyelids
While to watch out
You kept yours open
I repeated to myself:
"I must not fall in love"
You thought to yourself:
"It must not be known"
But once in my arms
Your breathless whispers
It was for me, just for me
That they were intended
Entwined into you
Breathing your hair
I know it, I affirm it
You loved me a little
Some fall in love
It's pure, it elevates them
I was falling in love
Like one falls from a chair
And proud to have done it
You were holding conference
A mouse that you dissected
My body for the science
I was feeding
Your barracks jokes
Which you thought manly
You little cavemen
To have for me
One word of tenderness
Appeared to you
Like the worst weakness
You were boasting
Speaking like experts
Forgetting that in my arms
You looked far more lost
And the other girls
Perfidious little saints
Would have shaved my hair
In another era
Those who are used
To be cajoled
Who ignore loneliness
Whom nothing can console
Oh, sorry to hear that. But what a life...
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juliette_Gréco
So sad.
Quoting Olivier5
You have great taste.
J'attends par anticipation...
:sparkle:
Now for something lighter, though still surprisingly philosophical.
A Storm
If you catch yourself laughing
Only you know why
Like an infection passes
From you to the next guy
Freedom is a simple concept
If you don’t give up on its complexities
Whether it’s forever, a day,
Or just for a moment,
Whether it seems risky,
Whether it's by joke, by mistake or by miracle
As long as it’s a storm
A storm
To take time away from I don’t know what
Isn’t so difficult
It remains unknown however
Just how much you can handle losing
Freedom seems formidable
Like a sleeping volcano
Whether it’s forever, a day
Or just a moment,
Whether it seems risky,
Whether it's by joke, by mistake or by miracle
As long as it’s a storm
A storm
Freedom is a simple concept
If you don’t know what it means
Devine!
Runrig
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RJ7f0HUk8OU
Or live:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pzQ1pNfbe3Q
Or slower and romantic by Ella Roberts
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gb8AGuD2uOI
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bonnie_Banks_o%27_Loch_Lomond
Lyrics
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond.
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping:
But the broken heart, it kens nae second spring again,
Tho' the waefu' may cease from their greeting.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BvAUQsbKnLI
Better here - Live in Rome 2013
With flute at 4.15, violinist having fun too :smile:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=D3vSFF2533k
:-)
Vielleicht.
If you like :smile:
Okay, German?
(This is my last try)
Schade. Quel dommage. Tant pis. Non importante.
Gute nacht. An' a' that...
Time to say goodnight, then :yawn:
Lullaby from Andrea Bocelli to Elmo
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XwG0kD449So
The original was 'Time to say Goodbye'
“Con te Partiro”, beautiful. Andrea in 2016 with orchestra and choir
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RqTOYtN5cIs
Adesso e qui (nostalgico presente) (live unplugged)
From Tempesta frilly frock to black classical with tattoos.
She is amazing.
Soul satisfying.
Thank you.
Where or how did you find her ?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=32WsT5Z6XHM
Everything changes and fades into dust
Stay if you want to and go if you must
I couldn't hold you, I wouldn't want to
But if you feel blue, run to me
I'll make some coffee and just be around
And you can tell me what's getting you down
That's what I came for, born of the same law
Right through the same door you and me
And if your life gets heavy, I'll lighten up your day
Do my best to make you feel at one
It's the best way that I know; babe, I love you so
You know I'll need you till my life is done
Everything changes and love travels on
Melt in the sunshine, rest in the dawn
Just let it move you, that's all you can do
Open your heart and see the sun
And if your life gets heavy, I'll lighten up your day
Do my best to make you feel at one
It's the best way that I know; babe, I love you so
You know I'll need you till my life is done
Everything changes (love travels on)
Everything changes (love travels on)
Everything changes (love travels on)
Everything changes (love travels on)
https://lyricstranslate.com
Elton John gives her credit as they sing together.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BHHrWwzQpns
The words I have to say
May well be simple but they're true
Until you give your love
there's nothing more that we can do
Love is the opening door
Love is what we came here for
No-one could offer you more
Do you know what I mean
Have your eyes really seen
You say it's very hard
To leave behind the life we knew
But there's no other way
And now it's really up to you
Love is the key we must turn
Truth is the flame we must burn
Freedom the lesson we must learn
Do you know what I mean?
Have your eyes really seen?
Source: LyricFind
Living in Italy has its advantages. She's all over the waves here... I posted about her as a response to your posting Zuchero. She's been in that league of major Italian pop stars for a decade or so. She's a classically trained cellist, father Moroccan (hence the Muslim name), mother Milanese. Raised in housing projects around Milan; true grit.
The first song I heard of her was this one, not the deepest song lyrics I ever heard but there's attention to the human condition, and a few haiku type verses which I liked. It's about how time affects people, again not the most original topic but an important one nevertheless.
Oh, for some reason I thought you were an American in Paris.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KU1X3Wut-k0
OK, I will try to find the best Italian radio station. Any ideas ?
I used to listen to them when I was learning da lingo but that was a while ago...
I recommend:
Radio Freccia for the undergroundy, rock 'n roll worshipping, free radio vibe (without advertisements)
Dimensione Suono Soft for the 'regular' (commercial) Italian fare (with advertisements)
About the relations between philosophy and music, this TED talk by Cyrille Aimée, in French, cannot be translated here but is really good. Cyrille (accompanied by guitarist Michael Valeanu) shares her experience as a jazz singer facing improvisation. The 3 keys of musical improvisation also are three keys of existence... The music starts at 17:00, after the lecture.
https://play.rtl.it/live/17/radiofreccia-radiovisione/
Perfetto. Sei fortunato.
Quoting Olivier5
I will listen later. Thanks for all recommendations.
Will play Radio Freccia to start the day in another way.
Quoting Olivier5
Cool. As they say.
Da vero.
Crushed the end within my stride
Said I'm strong, now I know that I'm a leaver
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds the blackened tear, oh
And I am cold
Yes I'm cold
But not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away
Walking away, hey, hey
Why don't you walk away?
No buildings will fall down
Don't you walk away
No quake will split the ground
Won't you walk away
The sun won't swallow the sky
Won't you walk away
Statues will not cry
Don't you walk away
Why don't you walk away?
I cannot stand to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong, stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away
You walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh
And I'm not cold, I am old
At least as old as you are
And as you walk away
My headstone crumbles down
As you walk away
The Hollywood wind's a howl
As you walk away
The Kremlin's falling
As you walk away
Radio Four is static
As you walk away
The stab of stiletto
On a silent night
Stalin smiles and Hitler laughs
Churchill claps Mao Tse-Tung on the back
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3SSIp2J3YHM
Brief note re the contrast of the tune with 'the tortured love-hate, self-or-country dynamics at work in the scene.' Here:
https://www.theatlantic.com/notes/2016/05/track-of-the-day-la-mer/482637/
Listened to all of the TED talk by Cyrille Aimee.
Captivating and clear. Serious and funny.
I think I understood the philosophical aspects of the synergy of communication between her, the audience and her guitarist.
The ways to be in the moment and in harmony.
I enjoyed her contrasting examples of grating out-of-synch shoo-be-do-be-do's with her own more natural style, sound and movement.
Showed a warm and intelligent sense of humanity.
Philosophy and music as a way of life. Shoo-be-do, yeah :cool:
Charles Trenet reinvented la chanson francaise. There is an era before him and another after him.
Is it that ( from wiki ) - 'his light, irreverent lyrics express a joie de vivre typical in French popular music produced during the late 1930s...they represented escapism at a time dominated by political unrest and economic uncertainty'.
It made me think of George Formby whose song 1. 'When I'm Cleaning Windows'...hmm...or was it 2. 'Mr Wu's a window cleaner now' also features in 'Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy'.
1. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sfmAeijj5cM
Note the impro at the end :smile:
2. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ku_DWfisFcg
Gotta love a Boum!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p0KWyWwVp0E
We need the lighter songs too...
https://johnnyalucard.com/2017/04/22/film-review-tinker-tailor-soldier-spy-2011/
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AOAtz8xWM0w
He largely invented this genre, this mix of poetry and optimism that others started to copy. Until Trenet, the scene was dominated by realist songs about working class life, to simplify a bit. You had to be moody to be successful, or so was the cliché. When he started to perform his songs, aged 20 or so, he was fairly unique. Joie de vivre doesn't even start to describe the explosive hilarity and frantic marvelling that he displayed in his shows and songs. They called him le fou chantant.
Thanks. So interesting to compare cultures at same or different times.
Whose creativity can transform...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UROJR63Nv1Q
Juliette Greco drops the bomb at 18:45: C'était une période d'interdis. Pour ne pas paraître éféminé, il falait être le "fou chantant".
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Charles Trenet, by Jean Cocteau
Hope to enjoy this soon. Thanks :smile:
Sorry, I can't access it.
About deep or light songs. And how they might reflect who you are...or who has inspired you...
Have you thought about songs or lyrics you would have at your funeral ?
I have.
But have come to no conclusion. Any ideas ?
[Apart from no funeral and disposing of body in a black bag...or donating it to science]
I love 'Zoom' by Fat Larry's Band
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUPvF-i0EE8
[ @Olivier5 - hope this is OK and not too much off topic ? ]
Absolutely! This one remains a constant, but I’m wishy-washy with others.
Disregard the video, it isn’t official.
Also, surprisingly there are lyrics buried in the song.
“The best thing about life is knowing you put it together.”
https://www.google.com/amp/s/genius.com/amp/Nine-inch-nails-a-warm-place-lyrics
(George Harrison, Roy Orbison, Tom Petty, Jeff Lynne, Bob Dylan)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMVjToYOjbM
Buried too deep for me, I'm afraid. Where are they supposed to be ?
I read in one of the earlier posts that: 'the deepest tunes have no lyrics'.
It reminded me of a conversation I had with someone who didn't see the point of poetry.
Most of the songs he enjoyed were instrumental.
However, he remembered one with lyrics which moved him.
'Goodnight Saigon' - Billy Joel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qjzjhl-QztE
We met as soul mates
On Parris Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives
We came in spastic
Like tameless horses
We left in plastic
As numbered corpses
And we learned fast
To travel light
Our arms were heavy
But our bellies were tight
We had no home front
We had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy
They gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ
With all of our might
We had no cameras
To shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe
And played our Doors tapes
And it was dark
So dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Remember Charlie
Remember Baker
They left their childhood
On every acre
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island
We held the coastline
They held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Songwriters: Billy Joel
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Data from: Musixmatch
What is that if not poetry ?
It's another way to connect...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yyb2RX0hii8
Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
'Cause I've seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you less
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
So if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I'm a lot like you
When you're standing at the crossroads
And don't know which path to choose
Let me come along
'Cause even if you're wrong
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
And when
When the night falls on you, baby
You're feeling all alone
You won't be on your own
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Thomas Kelly / Christine Hynde / Billy Steinberg
"Slip Slidin' Away" (4:43)
Greatest Hits, etc, 1977
Paul Simon
I heard that song a lifetime ago but never really listened to it until now.
So good.
No problem, death is a philosophical topic.
I have thought about it but haven"t found a good idea yet.
One day my father came home with a new LP by this guy called Bob Dylan. This wouldn't happen often, so we all listened to it. There was this song in it which spoke to me, more than the others, and since the lyrics were in the LP, I tried to understand them, putting my very poor English to use.
It was a long story, like a novel, but it was not a novel.
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they killed them all
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remember you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget that you are white
Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
I don't know Dylan enough to comment. I mean, I did listen to other albums but never "clicked". Rolling Stone is a good text.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxWTDcP9Y5E
I had no idea that this song was so controversial... until I read it this morning:
http://mysongbook.de/msb/songs/i/ifihhamm.html
f I had a hammer I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening all over this land
I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
If I had a bell I'd ring it in the morning
I'd ring it in the evening all over this land
I'd ring our danger, I'd ring out warning
I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
If I had a song I'd sing it in the morning
I'd sing it in the evening all over this land
I'd sing out danger, I'd sing out warning
I'd sing out love between my sisters and my brothers
All over this land
When I've got a hammer, and I've got a bell
And I've got a song to sing all over this land
It's a hammer of justice, it's a bell of freedom
It's a song about love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land
(as sung by Peter Paul & Mary)
"Old Man" (4:08)
Live At Massey Hall, 1971
Neil Young
NB: Only recently did I realize how this soulful, old song had seeped into my bones decades ago and then in years since would spark these speculations on my/our many-tensed selves ...
Quoting 180 Proof
Quoting 180 Proof
Quoting 180 Proof
... and driven to ask – rather than "what is the good life?" or "what is the meaning of life?" – What kind of ancestor (past self of future selves) will you be? In what ways today are you striving to be a 'less harmful' past self to your future self/selves (i.e. future peoples)? which invokes the Great Law of the Iroquois 'seven generations' thinking... Thus, there really are no "others", just
[quote=Berlin church poster, c1980]You and the You next to You[/quote]
That is such an amazing post. I love it :starstruck:
A profound song from an unusual perspective. Usually, it's from the old to the young, saying I'm a lot like you were. You too will get old !
There's a poem 'What do you see, Nurse ?' to a young nurse from an older patient. And the response from a nurse.
https://thenerdynurse.com/poetic-exchange-between-a-patient-and-nurse/
It starts with:
Quoting 180 Proof
I too am coming to a later realisation of the meaning of songs.
It is beautiful to be able to do this...and share :sparkle:
It isn't hard to find
You can have the love you need to live
But if you look for truthfulness
You might just as well be blind
It always seems to be so hard to give
Honesty is such a lonely word
Everyone is so untrue
Honesty is hardly ever heard
And mostly what I need from you
I can always find someone
To say they sympathize
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve
But I don't want some pretty face
To tell me pretty lies
All I want is someone to believe
Honesty etc.
I can find a lover
I can find a friend
I can have security until the bitter end
Anyone can comfort me
With promises again
I know, I know
When I'm deep inside of me
Don't be too concerned
I won't ask for nothin' while I'm gone
But when I want sincerity
Tell me where else can I turn
'Cause you're the one I depend upon
*
"Under African Skies" (3:37)
Graceland, 1986
performed by Paul Simon (writer), with Linda Ronstadt
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o4s1KVJaVA
https://genius.com/Traveling-wilburys-handle-with-care-lyrics
Pretty sure :cool:
I hadn't a clue who you were talking about so I did my usual.
Found this:
https://www.udiscovermusic.com/stories/the-billion-dollar-quintet/
I just love the story of how the individual great talents came together to form the Traveling Wilburys.
Also, how they combined to create a song like 'Handle With Care'. There's even a wiki article on that !
They can play, as jazz cats used to say.
Ahmadou, K'naan
The original East Coast-West Coast collaboration
Rock in
Oh! Mes amis, on ne choisit pas son destin
Les jours se ressemblent mais ne sont pas les mêmes
Les doigts de la main ne sont pas tous égaux
Dans ce monde, on est complémentaire
Now you can show me everything that you know
I wanna travel, let me into your curves
En Afrique, il y a la canicule
Il y a le soleil. Il y a la chaleur humaine
Il y a le soleil, la joie de vivre
Il y a le soleil, on est tous ensemble
I'm going up and down
Oh baby round and round
Africa! Africa! Africa!
Solidarité !
Africa! Africa! Africa!
C'est la joie de vivre
Tell them again
Here we go...
Il y a des pays où, c'est la neige
Il y a des pays, c'est la canicule
Il y a des pays où, c'est les tempêtes
Il y a des pays où, c'est des îles
Dans ce monde, on est complémentaire
It's just jealousy
Everything for you and me
You ready? Here we go.
I got my feet, I'm jumping high off the wall
I got my heart, I aint afraid of the fall
I got my duffel bag that daddy packed for me
I got my ear so I hear when you call
I don't need eyes just to see you look good
You always did, but they misunderstood
I'm goin' up and down
And baby round and round
I wanna touch you down the river below
And then I'll kiss you from your head to your toe
You take me so high up, and then you let me down
Africa! Africa! Africa!
Solidarité !
Africa! Africa! Africa!
C'est la joie de vivre
En Afrique, il n'y a pas que la guerre
En Afrique, il n'y a pas que la famine
En Afrique, il y a la solidarité
Il y a les parents, il y a aussi les frères
Il y a les soeurs, il y a aussi les cousins
Il y a les amis, il y a aussi la famille
La communauté, on est tous ensemble
En Afrique, il y a la joie de vivre
Africa! etc.
"The Great Gig in the Sky" (4:47)
The Dark Side of the Moon, 1973
performed by Pink Floyd, with Clare Torry
lyrics by Roger Waters
*
"Speak to Me" (1:13)
"Breathe" (2:47)
"On The Run" (3:36)
The Dark Side of the Moon, 1973
performed by Pink Floyd
lyrics by Roger Waters
"Well I mean, they're not gonna kill ya, so like, if you give 'em a quick sh ... short, sharp shock, they don't do it again. Dig it? ..."
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NAEppFUWLfc
A few days after my birthday, I was a college freshman, a girl took me to this concert in Central Park (my first outdoor show?) since we were both native New Yorkers like S&G. I hazily recall a wild night bar-hopping afterwards in the East Village late late into the wee hours, and then ... Anyway, decades on, I've listened to recordings of that show only a couple of times, I think, just to hear what I'd missed that evening way back in the crowd blissfully stoned with a girl.
:smile:
You are so bringing back memories of youth, I could almost cry.
For me, twas mere alcohol or cannabis that led me astray :love:
'Dreamer' - Supertramp (with lyrics)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SD1MJRXnZfE
Sorry for the late reply, but if you’re truly interested, the best way is to use headphones, but only use the left side. It’s easiest to hear at the very beginning, but supposedly loops throughout the song.
[Verse 1]
Man walks along the railroad track
He's goin' some place and there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the New World Order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest, no rest
[Chorus]
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in a campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
[Verse 2]
He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a bud and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the "last shall be first, and the first shall be last"
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one-way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city's aqueducts
[Chorus]
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
[Verse]
Now Tom said
"Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Wherever there's a fight against blood and hatred in the air
Look for me, Ma, I'll be there
Wherever somebody's strugglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes, Ma, you'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
You'll see me
[Chorus]
And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fiJ8H0hb_PM
When the walls that divide us have crumbled
And there's no game to win,
When the tides run it's course
And we've tumbled
To the feelings within,
Then you know we'll be- very fine friends.
When there's no gain or loss to be treasured
And we stand in the sun,
Then we'll know that true love
Can't be measured,
There s no prize to be won
And then we'll be free to blend
Into very fine friends.
When the time comes to give to each other
As we surely Know it will,
You could be my teacher or my lover,
Take the cup and drink your fill
And you always will be,
Cherished by me.
'Pink Floyd's Dark Side Of The Moon: How one band turned a tale of death, madness and disillusionment into one of the biggest-selling albums of all time.'
https://www.loudersound.com/features/50-years-of-pink-floyd-the-making-of-dark-side-of-the-moon-1971-197
Lesley Duncan played a small part in this.
'Us and Them' - Pink Floyd
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nDbeqj-1XOo
Us (us, us, us, us) and them (them, them, them, them)
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me
And you (you, you, you)
God only knows
It's not what we would choose (choose, choose) to do (to do, to do)
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And the general sat
And the lines on the map
Moved from side to side
Black (black, black, black)
And blue (blue, blue)
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up (up, up, up, up)
And down (down, down, down, down)
And in the end it's only round 'n round (round, round, round)
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
"Listen son", said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside
"I mean, they're not gonna kill ya
So if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock
They won't do it…
Source: LyricFind
:up:
Might give it a go...later...
https://topdocumentaryfilms.com/pink-floyd-the-making-of-the-dark-side-of-the-moon/
:love:
"Tell Me Something Good" (4:30)
Rags to Rufus, 1974
written by Stevie Wonder (& Chaka Khan)
performed by Rufus & Chaka Khan
*
:yum:
"Sundown" (3:34)
Sundown, 1974
Gordon Lightfoot
*
:fire:
"Use Me" (3:45)
Still Bill, 1972
Bill Withers
"Birdland" by Patti Smitih
His father died and left him a little farm in New England.
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standing there alone
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night.
It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars
'Cause when he looked up they started to slip.
Then he put his head in the crux of his arm
And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship,
Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it
And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light,
He saw his daddy 'hind the control board,
And he was very different tonight
'Cause he was not human, he was not human.
And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy
That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns,
White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly
And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight,
No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven
And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out,
“No, daddy, don't leave me here alone,
Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship,
Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it
Where you're not human, you are not human.”
But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm.
Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm
And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered
And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet
Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting
And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake
Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck,
All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said,
“I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up,
I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast,
Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship
And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human.”
I am helium raven and this movie is mine,
So he cried out as he stretched the sky,
Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation?
We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day
And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in,
Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now,
It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them,
And he put up his hands and he said, “It's me, it's me,
I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up,
I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up,
Don't let me here,” the son, the sign, the cross,
Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman,
The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons
No longer presidents but prophets
They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet,
He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation
It's all gonna split his skull
It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining
Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up
Like light, like Mohammed Boxer
Take them up up up up up up
Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up,
I'm going up, I'm going up
Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
Up, up to the belly of a ship.
Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it
Where we are not human, we're not human.
Well, there was sand, there were tiles,
The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated
Like a river of glass
When it hardened he looked at the surface
He saw his face
And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals,
Where there were eyes there were just two white opals
And he looked up and the rays shot
And he saw raven comin' in
And he crawled on his back and he went up
Up up up up up up
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
We like birdland.
To set us free?
Too many people down
Everything turning
The wrong way around
And I don't know
What love will be
But if we start dreaming now
Lord knows we'll never
Leave the clouds
And you've been so busy lately
That you haven't found the time
To open up your mind
And watch the world spinning
Gently out of time
Feel the sunshine
On your face
It's in a computer now
Gone to the future
Way out in space
And you've been so busy lately, etc...
Tell me I'm not dreaming but are we out of time?
(We're) out of time
https://youtu.be/HTxUrDtoPP0
"Little Green" (3:28)
Blue, 1971
Joni Mitchell
I remember we had plans for the Earth
For people as well as nature
Break down the barriers, the walls
Old parapets from the time of Arthur
Behold
Imagine our hope
We surendered our hearts
To the power of flowers
Jasmine, lilac...
Those were our divisions, our soldiers
To change all that
To change the world
To change things
With bouquets of roses
To change women
To change men
With geraniums
I remember we had songs, lyrics
Like petals and corollas
That the dreamy little girl would listen to
Like crazy on the record player
O the frangance...
Imagine the scent
Eden, the garden
Was for tomorrow
But tomorrow is just the same
The same desire watching
There deep in our hearts
To change everything in a sweet way
To change souls
To change hearts
With bouquets of flowers
War to the wind
And love ahead
Thanks to wildflowers
Ah, on earth there is so much to do
For children, people, elephants
Ah, so much to do
So to strengthen you heart
I send you flowers
You will see
We shall again wear scarves, shirts
And bright colors
And even though love is gone
It is only a postponement
By way of colors
Chords, scents
To change the old world
To make a garden
You will see
The power of flowers
There's this pop idea in my song:
To change souls
To change hearts
With bouquets of flowers
War to the wind
And love ahead
Thanks to wildflowers !
[I]Changer les âmes
Changer les cœurs
Avec des bouquets de fleurs
La guerre au vent
L'amour devant
Grâce à des fleurs des champs[/i]
Lluvia poderosa
Lávame la mente con agua fria
Y saca la pena de mi memoria
Llévame hacia el rio
Sácame toda la ansiedad
No me dejes sola quiero más agua
Y saca la pena de mi memoria
Del cielo cae agua
Lluvia poderosa
...The songs without an ending
Where do they go?
Silence
Who can know?
Beautiful. Hypnotic. Soothing.
I have no idea what the words mean.
Sometimes you don't need to...
Water falls from the sky
Powerful rain
Wash my mind with cold water
And take the pain out of my memory
Take me down to the river
Take away all the anxiety
Don't leave me alone I want more water
And take the pain out of my memory
Water falls from the sky
Powerfull rain
Listening to the song had that effect. Thanks :sparkle:
It rains, hear how it raining
Madonna! How it rains
Feel how it's coming down
Did you see that it's raining?
Hear how it comes down
You who said it wasn't raining anymore
That you would never fall in love again
And now look at you, you're all wet
And it rains
Madonna! how as it rains
On your head and the air gets cooler
And it will rain until the earth is full again
And then it will clear up
It rains, hear how it's raining etc.
Hear the drops hitting on the roof
Hear the noise, turning in your bed
It will start again, it's already reborn
You hear it rains, and the wheat ripens
And you will get big and you will get strong
And those leaves that seemed dead to you
They will repopulate your branches once more
It is spring that knocks on your door
And it rains. Madonna how as it rains
Before the sun comes back for the party
Hear, feel how it rains
Feel the drops beating on your head
And it rains, feel how it rains etc.
You who believed that now your plants
Had dried up and would not grow any more
You waited for a while, but feel how it rains now
On your head, feel how it's coming down
Wasn't it you who had resigned yourself by now
And said you would never fall in love again?
The earth sometimes needs to be watered with tears
But then you will see, the rain will return
Oh, it rains, feel how it rains
Madonna how it rains
Feel how it comes down etc.
Another hypnotic.
How come it sounds so much better in Italian ?
Come mai suona molto meglio in italiano ?
'piove senti come piove madonna come piove senti come viene giù'
Piove. Ma non oggi. Per fortuna.
Domani è un altro giorno...
Ah, naturalmente - the language of music; the words sing :cool:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1Ec26-h0Tk
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/non-%C3%A8-detto-not-necessarily.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDRbF80NKDU
Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place
To spend the night
Heavy rain fallin'
Seems I hear your voice callin'
It's all right
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world
Neon signs a-flashin'
Taxicabs and buses
Passin' through the night
A distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night
A rainy night in Georgia
Such a rainy night in Georgia
Lord I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world
How many times I wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it or think of it
Well it's life, and you just got to play the game
I find me a place in a boxcar
So I take my guitar
To pass some time
Late at night when it's hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
And I feel fine, I
But it's a rainy night in Georgia
Baby, it's a rainy night in Georgia
I feel it's rainin' all over the world
Kinda lonely there and it's rainin' all over the world
Oh have you ever been lonely people
And you feel that it was raining all over this man's world
You talkin' 'bout rainin',rainnin', rainin', rainin', rainin'
A-rainin', a-rainin', rainin' over the world
I said now rainin',rainnin', rainin', rainin', rainin'
Songwriters: White Tony Joe
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
Quoting 180 Proof
Yeah, that's not bad either :wink:
So many cover versions of this, but when I found Brook Benton's I thought it sounded 'real'.
A bit about the songwriter, Tony Joe White:
Quoting wiki
[emphases added]
Hadn't a clue what 'Polk' was - but now I do.
Turns out I knew the song but Elvis was...erm... distracting so the lyrics went over my head :scream:
'Polk Salad Annie' - written by Tony Joe White, performed by Elvis (live)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4csFnpZXek
Compare songwriter's version:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JyXHxh3Sye0
And performing his own 'Rainy Night In Georgia' with intro, mentioning Brook Benton.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MunWJu1f1-8
Now this...is real...from the heart... with guitar and harmonica...
:sparkle:
On the sidewalk at midnight
Sometimes I just stop there
I admire her, I applaud
I follow her hat slap
Her vertical tailcoat
Her mother-of-pearl smile
Her tiny crystal shoes
As sweet as Marlene,
As cruel as Dietrich,
She pierces through my stockings
Whether I'm rich or not rich
But when I have had enough
She wipes up my downsides
And kisses me, in the puddle,
With a sun upside down
With her I embark
On a river of diamonds
I roam in the cesspools
Where she wastes her silver
I follow her on the window
Of a sleeping poet,
His forehead on the title
Of the enemy poem
By dint of swipes,
From one feast to the next
I float in the water, aplenty
The rain loses all its juice
Let's us part I say, it's time
And here is my islet
Hey, why are you crying?
'Cause I love you, asshole / dirty water (pun)
'Sunshine on My Shoulders' - John Denver ( Wildlife Concert)
'Sunshine almost always makes me smile...'
And that sax :cool:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5sbTHMP0Ig
Lyrics and background:
https://genius.com/John-denver-sunshine-on-my-shoulders-lyrics
OMG, Youtube just kept on playing and I kept on listening and remembering:
'Annie's Song'...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyJRsp5t9mA
Lyrics
You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you
Come love me again
You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
Songwriters: Denver John, Deutschendorf Jr Henry John
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
Returning to roots? Further away? Foreign parts ?
:sad:
There has to be a song there somewhere...
Yeah, after a year of quarantine, police killings, political drama, mass shooting and now 'new jim crow' voter suppression, I'm feeling mentally as well as existentially dispossessed here in Atlanta. Everyday feels like an out-of-body experience of longing to be on the other side of the Cascades starting over (again). It won't be paradise, of course, just the ample breathing space of the Pacific Northwest coastline. Here's something on this blue monday of how my days have felt lately (for too long) ...
"Talkin' Blues" (4:06)
Natty Dread, 1974
Bob Marley and the Wailers
I have been watching what has been going with horror but actually to experience it...that is something else altogether. I hope you manage to relocate as soon as you can. It sounds like a place where you can breathe, again...
Bob Marley - good choice.
More upbeat:
'Three Little Birds'
[s]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LanCLS_hIo4[/s]
[s]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNBCVM4KbUM[/s]
'Is this Love'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69RdQFDuYPI
I wanna love you
And treat you right
I wanna love you
Every day and every night
We'll be together
With a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter
Of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah
For Jah provide the bread
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know now
I got to know, got to know, got to know now
I-I-I-I-I, I'm willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat
Love and treat you right
I wanna love you
Every day and every night
We'll be together, yeah
With a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter, yeah, oh, yeah
Of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah
For Jah provide the bread
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'? Whoa
Oh, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know now
Oh, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know now
I-I-I-I-I, I'm willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
See, I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat ya
Love and treat ya right
I wanna love you
Every day and every night
We'll be together
With a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter
Of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah
Jah provide the bread
We'll share the shelter...
Songwriters: Marley Bob
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
Missed this. Will listen to the others later but your link to Gordon Lightfoot...well...I'll play it again..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=JKYRjNAakVc
:cool:
Everyting is irie mon :cool:
( hope I got the accent right :smile: )
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
But 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 landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy
Oh, ooh ooh ooh oo-ooh ooh oo-ooh don't worry, be happy
Here I give you my phone number, when you worry, call me, I'll make you happy.
Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
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 song I wrote
I hope you learned note for note
Like good little children, don't worry, be happy
Now listen to what I said, in your life expect some trouble
When you worry you make it double
But don't worry, be happy, be happy now
Wonderful find.
And then this came along - their cover of Supertramp's 'The Logical Song'.
Love it :cool:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=U8TYyG6QPQE
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily
Oh joyfully, playfully watching me
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical
There are times when all the world's asleep
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am
I said, watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical
Liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptable
Respectable, oh presentable,…
Source: LyricFind
Brilliant. You can pick 'em :starstruck:
And if you can't be happy, wear a smile, even if it is a mask :mask:
Unfortunately - with covid restrictions we can only see smiling eyes, if we are lucky.
Quoting Olivier5
Not to mention you'll get a deep track line in the middle of your forehead :angry:
'Dreams' - Fleetwood Mac // Sam Wilkes ft. POMPLAMOOSE
Wow !
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=y3ztWQm577Q
Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?
It's only right that you should play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
And what you lost
Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say, women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know
Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams
And have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
And what you had
Oh, what you lost
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say, women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know
You will know
Oh, you'll know
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Stevie Nicks
Dreams lyrics © Welsh Witch Music
[ D ]
"Fire on the Mountain" (3:46)
Shakedown Street, 1978
written by M. Hart & R. Hunter, 1977
The Greatful Dead
*
"Natural Mystic" (3:28)
Exodus, 1977
Bob Marley & the Wailers
*
[ L ]
"One Tree Hill" (5:23)
The Joshua Tree, 1987
U2
*
[ for Laurie & Desiree, back in the day, who broke each other's heart on the way to both breaking off a heavy piece of mine ]
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/523208
'Wind of Change' - Scorpions (with the Berliner Philharmoniker )
Thanks to @Ying :sparkle:
U2 :cool:
Quoting 180 Proof
:broken:
???
Are all in love with you
We all think you're wonderful
We do
Me, myself and I
Have just one point of view
We're convinced
There's no one else like you
It can't be denied dear
You brought the sun to us
We'd be satisfied dear
If you'd belong to one of us
So if you pass me by
Three hearts will break in two
'Cause me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
We all think you're wonderful
We do
Quoting j0e
Me, myself and I do like Lady Day: we always use the "royal we".
'We all think you're wonderful. We do' :cool:
'Me, myself and I' - reminds me of George Harrison's autobiography 'I - Me- Mine'.
I bought it some time ago and think a revisit is in order *
I didn't realise that the book title was also one of his songs:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seqaTuXkqFI
Quoting wiki
* as well as his story, it includes photographs, lists of songs, some with handwritten lyrics and a paragraph of explanation.
OK, so i couldn't resist the look-up:
'Cara Mia' - Jay & The Americans
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sFy5_kmEi4
:grin: :grin: :grin:
All through the day
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine
All through the night
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine
Now they're frightened of leaving it
Everyone's weaving it
Coming on strong all the time
All through the day
I me mine
I me me mine, etc.
All I can hear
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine
Even those tears
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine
No-one's frightened of playing it
Everyone's saying it
Flowing more freely than wine
All through the day
I me mine
I me me mine, etc.
All I can hear
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine
Even those tears
I me mine, I me mine, I me mine
No-one's frightened of playing it
Everyone's saying it
Flowing more freely than wine
All through your life
I me mine
Thanks for providing the lyrics. And for the theme as inspired by @j0e :sparkle:
'See Yourself' - George Harrison
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6byTftvSQyo
"See Yourself"
It's easier to tell a lie than it is to tell the truth
It's easier to kill a fly than it is to turn it loose
It's easier to criticize somebody else
Than to see yourself
It's easier to give a sigh and be like all the rest
Who stand around and crucify you while you do your best
It's easier to see the books upon the shelf
Than to see yourself
It's easier to hurt someone and make them cry
Than it is to dry their eyes
I got tired of fooling around with other people's lies
Rather I'd find someone that's true
It's easier to say you won't than it is to feel you can
It's easier to drag your feet than it is to be a man
It's easier to look at someone else's wealth
Than to see yourself
While the intention is seemingly to avoid gender, it does accidentally work against the unity of the mind in a subtle way. I should clarify that I'm not against the unity of the mind or for the plurality of mind in a spiritual/ethical sense. For me it's just a good example, maybe the best, of a metaphysical presupposition, if we even want to call something so typically automatic a presupposition. In the Blue Book thread, there's a killer Wittgenstein passage about this. Locke also thought about this in a less radical but related way. What is a person, and how does this connect with memory and language?
"I, Me, Mine" (2:26)
Let It Be, 1970
written by George Harrison, 1969
The Beatles
(Fab, gear! Not the least bit grotty :smirk:)
Quoting 180 Proof
? I did enter a link - not quite as cool as yours :cool:
... and then found this one:
look out for John and Yoko waltzing - from film 'Let It Be' *
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnwmrAMqA6c
Quoting 180 Proof
Yes, I didn't realise that at the time...
but did remember the roof top - apparently it was an unannounced concert - the last public performance of the Beatles,1970.
'All Those Years Ago' - George Harrison ( dedicated to John Lennon )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBpvLTM1LK8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UI0mWnh_zk
"All Those Years Ago"
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
[u]But you point the way to the truth when you say
All you need is love[/u]
Living with good and bad
I've 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
[u]You were the one who Imagined it all
All those years ago[/u]
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
https://vimeo.com/421928389
https://vimeo.com/252765355
Quoting wiki
All You Need Is Love
The Beatles
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
(Love, love, love)
There's nothing you can do that can't be done
(Love, love, love)
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung
(Love, love, love)
Nothing you can say
But you can learn how to play the game
It's easy
(Love, love, love)
Nothing you can make that can't be made
(Love, love, love)
No one you can save that can't be saved
(Love, love, love)
Nothing you can do
But you can learn how to be you in time
It's easy
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
(Love, love, love)
(Love, love, love)
(Love, love, love)
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
(Love, love, love)
Nothing you can know that isn't known
(Love, love, love)
Nothing you can see that isn't shown
(Love, love, love)
There's nowhere you can be
That isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
All you need is love (All together now)
All you need is love (Everybody)
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
Love is all you need
(Love is all you need)
(Love is all you need)
(Love is all you need)
(Love is all you need) Yesterday
(Love is all you need) Oh, love is all you need
Love is all you need (Oh yeah)
Love is all you need (She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Love is all you need)
(Love is all you need)
Songwriters: Lennon John Winston, Mccartney Paul James
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
A haunting reply to "All You Need is Love" almost exactly a year later ...
"Long, Long, Long" (3:04)
The Beatles, 1968
written by George Harrison
The Beatles
Yes, it's a good example of what Collingwood called an absolute presupposition, although you are right that it looks more basic. Perhaps Kant's a priori is a better way to look at it, like our sense of space and time?
I would say that it has that Kantian flavor except that in my imperfect understanding of Kant is that it's too contingent. We can imagine more than one person per skull. The philosopher Robert C. Solomon used (don't think invented) the phrase methodological solipsism for something like the Cartesian starting point. I think of it as a research habit that was fruitful in many ways but also leads to certain confusions and dead ends (well criticized by various 20th century philosophers.)
We might also consider how Kant's work is endangered or not by dropping MS or at least by recognizing it as a contingent decision. Philosophers could have worked from the outside in rather than from the inside out, or many other ways.
Haunting and a wee bit weird at the end.
From p132 of GH's autobiography:
'[i]The 'you' in Long, Long, Long is God. I can't recall much about it except the chords which I think were coming from Sad Eyed Lady of the Low Land - D to E minor, A and D - those 3 chords and the way they moved.
There was a bottle of 'Blue Nun' wine on top of the Leslie speaker and when our Paul hit some organ note the Leslie started vibrating and the bottle rattling. You can hear it on the record - at the very end.'[/i]
'Blue Nun' and whatever else they were taking - I think the bottle rattling set George and Ringo off on a trip where they just let rip. That howl from George... :scream:
'Sad-Eyed Lady of the Low Lands' - Bob Dylan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0c1NJPCN6nA
Lyrics:
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bobdylan/sadeyedladyofthelowlands.html
"Brown Sugar" (3:50)
Sticky Fingers, 1971
The Rolling Stones
( https://youtu.be/8fAzIxGPLN8 – the B side! )
*
"De System" (2:54)
Check It!, 1983
Mutabaruka
Thanks, George & Nina. Thanks, Peter.
:fire: :flower:
When I first listened to Peter Frampton...I was blown away by how he made the guitar 'talk'.
Didn't realise until much later that he used a 'talk box' guitar effect on 'Frampton Comes Alive' (1976).
From wiki:
Also from wiki I discovered that:
So yes, this video ( April 2021 ) says it loud and clear - 'Isn't it a Pity'.
Wearing various t-shirts with slogans like 'Music Saves' and 'Save Music Venues'.
Also loving life even when physically isolated from family. Keeping connected via technology until he received his second Covid vaccination - the world moves on...
George Harrison - could he even have imagined his song about relationships breaking down would be used to great effect here. Instrumental only.
'We all tend to break each other's hearts, taking and not giving back - isn't is a pity.' (p170, 'I, Me, Mine')
On the opposite page, the handwritten lyrics on a torn out page from spiral notepad.
2nd verse:
[i]Somethings take so long - but how do I explain - when not too many people, can see we're all the same and because of all their tears - their eyes cannot hope to see - the beauty that surrounds them isn't it a pity.
Instrumental.
Repeat (1).[/i]
Quoting 180 Proof
Thanks to you too for sharing - amazing sound and film :sparkle:
Well...that was a different kinda philosophical song :smile:
Singing and rapping. Sound and poetry and scatting...
'Gleaning by listening' - 'We're all improvising' - 'Just be happy' - 'Do everything with love' -
'Always love yourself'.
Ta :sparkle:
'Turn, Turn, Turn' - the Byrds (1965)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4ga_M5Zdn4
Quoting wiki
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
Songwriters: Peter Seeger, Adapted By Peter Link
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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ecclesiastes%203:1-8&version=NIV
I clicked on a link in this paragraph:
Quoting Interview by Miranda Sawyer
and got this:
'We All Go Back To Where We Belong' - R.E.M.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Gdyd8PX7Oc
I dreamed what what you were offering
Imagine lying next to me
You should, and your reputation talks
I will write our story in my mind
Write about our dreams and triumphs
This might be my innocence lost
I can taste the ocean on your skin
That is where it all begins
I dreamed that we were elephants
Water, sun, and clouds of dust
And woke up thinking we were free
I can taste the ocean on your skin
That is where it all begins
We all go back to where we belong
We all go back to where we belong
Is this really what you want?
Is this really what you want?
I can taste the ocean on your skin
That is where it all begins
We all go back to where we belong
We all go back to where we belong
Is this really what you want?
Is this really what you want?
Songwriters: Buck Peter Lawrence, Mills Michael Edward
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'Walk Unafraid' - R.E.M. (with lyrics)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-qENGh33F4
I got interested in the querelle des bouffons, in which Rousseau successfully defended Italian opera against a bunch of narrow-minded Frenchmen, including Rameau. I basically agree with Rousseau that melody trumps harmony, especially if one cares for the taste of the people. The people want something they can sing, not several intertwined melodic lines and complex harmonies. Rameau and all the other French musicians at the time were performing for Versailles, first and foremost, while Vivaldi was playing for the general public.
Now listening to Rousseau's compositions to try and figure out if he was worth anything as a musician. Jury is still out. It is simple alright, but that's part of the idea to write for the people rather than for the court. It does sound like a mishmash of Italian and French influences, not terribly original.
– Jean-Jacques Rousseau (Lettre sur la musique française)
Well, I had no idea of this extra talent of Rousseau whose philosophy of human nature I read and failed to appreciate quite some time ago. I didn't take to him. Might change my mind. From wiki on Rousseau.
Quoting wiki
Quoting Wiki Querelle des Bouffons
So, Rousseau did well if his quarrel helped people see or listen in a new way, n'est pas ? :cool:
Quoting Olivier5
I only listened to the first few minutes - and it sounded so familiar, like a rip-off :meh:
Mon Dieu. 'Schoolboys' padding' :scream:
Time to revisit 'Deshabillez-moi' by Juliette Greco.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRlTK4nnqB4
It is a deep song - concerning the layers of personhood. Like peeling an onion, French or otherwise :wink:
Yes. It seems that some kind of extreme action is the only way people wake up and pay attention.
Even then...it can take a while before any real change happens...
Can't recall the impact of JJ's philosophy in other aspects of living.
Help ?
If my head didn't hurt so much I would look for myself but it sounds like you know a bit about JJ ?
I want to read the Confessions though, because he had such a strong and funny personality and style. He was a rockstar of philosophy: brilliant, mesmerizing, physically beautiful, sexually active, and vain.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Jacques_Rousseau
To which I add: without good books and bad grrls, life wouldn't be short enough!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=z584nas_pGw
The Music of Friedrich Nietzsche (52:48), 1998
compositions by Friedrich Nietzsche
performed by Lauretta Altman, Sven Meier, Valerie Kinslow et al
CODA:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WKRCWIkTurY
excerpts from "Soundtrack" (7:17), 1968
composed by Richard Strauss, d. 1949
composed by Johann Strauss II, d. 1899
:fire:
JJ's Confessions - downloaded but have no idea if and when I will manage to read them.
Quoting Olivier5
Well, how could anyone resist...
Funny how the mind works.
I thought about Mozart's 'Don Giovanni' and Goethe's 'Faust'.
Leporello's 'Catalogue Aria' -
Quoting Sarah Ma
5.32 Video of aria embedded here
https://fsumul2110.wordpress.com/2015/03/24/don-giovanni-madamina-il-catalogo-e-questo/
Lyrics in Italian and English:
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/madamina-il-catalogo-%C3%A8-questo-leporello-young-lady-catalogue.html
I don't have time to research the Goethe catalogue of poetry/songs/music...another day perhaps...
However, serious work has been done by others, comparing Don Giovanni and Faust.
I have only quickly skimmed this:
https://www.academia.edu/12520811/Don_Giovanni_e_Faust_per_la_modernit%C3%A0
Only one note ? Noted.
:flower: Lovely to listen to the stirring:
Richard Strauss - Also Sprach Zarathustra, Op. 30 /Johann Strauss II - The Blue Danube
Thanks.
Quoting Prof Stokes: Lecture and transcript re Goethe
Stokes' lecture starts at c. 5mins in. There's a 30min General Intro followed by 6 songs which are then discussed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MY0eeotSDi8
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gretchen_am_Spinnrade
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JS91p-vmSf0
[ Music by Franz Schubert. Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (see below for translation).
Created by Oxford Lieder: www.oxfordlieder.co.uk]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erlk%C3%B6nig
Quoting wiki
The Elfking
Who rides so late through the windy night?
It is the father and his child.
He holds the boy,
Warm and safe.
Son, why do you hide your face in fear?
Father, do you not see the Elfking?
With his crown and train?
Son, it's just the mist.
Come with me, lovely child
We'll play games
There are flowers on the beach and
My mother has golden clothes
Father, can't you hear
What the Elfking is promising me?
Be calm, my boy --
It's only the wind in the leaves.
Lovely boy, will you come with me?
My daughters will wait on you
My daughters will sing and dance for you
and rock you to sleep.
Father, do you not see
The Elfking's daughters there?
Son, it's the old willows shining
In the moonlight.
I love you -- I'm aroused by your beautiful form
And if you won't come, I will take you by force
Father, father, he has grabbed me.
The Elfking has hurt me.
The father shudders. He rides fast,
the groaning boy in his arms,
Anxious, he reaches the farm.
In his arms, the boy is dead.
(Translation by Daniel Norman)
From: https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/285217.Johann_Wolfgang_von_Goethe
Boy went back to Napoli
because he missed the scenery
The native dancers and the charming songs
But wait a minute, something's wrong....
Hey! Hey!
Now it's hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, you mixed up Sigiliano.
All you Calabrese do the mambo like crazy.
And hey Mambo! Don't want to tarantella,
Hey Mambo! No more-a moozzarella.
Hey Mambo! Hey Mambo Italiano.
Try an enchilada with a fish-a-barcalada.
Hey goombah!
I love-a how you dance rumba.
But take-a some advice paisano,
learn how to mambo.
If you're gonna be a square,
you're never gonna go nowhere.
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, hey Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake-a like a Gioviano.
Hello quesadicha,
you getta happy in the feets-a
when you Mambo Italiano!
Shake-a baby, shake-a,
'cause I love-a when you take-a me.
Hey Jagool!
You don't-a have to go to school,
just make a little beef flambino.
It's-a like-a vino.
Kid you're good-lookin',
but you don't know what's-a cookin' till you
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Shake-a baby, shake-a,
'cause I love it when you take-a me
by the pizzeria down-a where I'm gonna be-a.
Don't ya tell your mama.
Mama's gonna tell-a papa.
There's-a nothin' to it.
Come on baby let's-a do it!
Hey Mambo, etc
:cool: Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, hey Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake-a like a Gioviano
I so needed that after a heavy diet of German Goethe :up: :flower:
Quoting wiki
My underlined: The first Eurovision Song Contest ? :gasp:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEj1h7BC2b4
Nero has serious competition.
The UK entry.
'Embers' - James Newman
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMDGTsa_Qq0
The Semi-Finals will take place on 18 and 20 May 2021. The Grand Final takes place on 22 May 2021. Rotterdam here we come...covid or no ?
More nul points than we can count :party:
:fire:
[quote=The Case of Wagner, section 2]From Mérimée it still has the logic in passion, the shortest line, the harsh necessity; above all, it has what goes with the torrid zone, the dryness of the air, the limpidezza in the air. Here, in every respect, the climate is changed. Another sensuality, another sensibility speaks here, another cheerfulness. This music is cheerful; but not from a French or German cheerfulness. Its cheerfulness is African; fate hangs over it, its happiness is brief, sudden, without pardon. I envy Bizet for having had the courage for this sensibility which had hitherto had no language in the cultivated music of Europe,—for this more southern, browner, more burnt sensibility ... How the yellow afternoons of its happiness do us good! During it, we look into the distance: did we ever find the sea smoother?— And how soothingly the Moorish dance speaks to us! How even our insatiability for once gets to know satiety in this lascivious melancholy!— Finally love, love translated back into nature! [...] love as fatum, as fatality, cynical, innocent, cruel—and precisely in this a piece of nature![/quote]
"Habanera", Act 1 Scene 4 (4:29)
opera: Carmen, 1875
composed by Georges Bizet, d.1875
libretto written by Henri Meilhac and Ludovic Halévy (based on the novella of the same title by Prosper Mérimée)
performed (here) by Angela Gheorghiu
*
[quote=F.N.]And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.[/quote]
"La Bamba" (2:06)
Ritchie Havens, 1959 (d. 1959)
written by Ritchie Havens, 1958 (adopted from trad.)
*
[quote=F.N.] I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance.[/quote]
"Lady Marmalade" (3:15) – single version
performed by LaBelle feat. Patti LaBelle, 1974
written by Kenny Nolan, Bob Crewe
?
:point:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/529244
What are you trying to say ? Should we post same songs in both, or choose the more relevant thread ?
'Parole, parole' - Mina
Featuring artist: Alberto Lupo
:point:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/529248
I am dizzy enough already, merci beaucoup.
Circling around your sinuous, subtle sensuosity...
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/529244
Even worse now - you edited the post :brow:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/529281
Selection brilliant - all 3 :fire: :heart: :100:
Also love the quotes - dancing with your pen tonight ?
I'm acquiring a taste for F.N.
Never thought such parole would pass my lips...
Ah - thanks for explanation - seems Nietzsche has good taste too :sparkle:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESER7DFXWiI
"Isn't Life Strange" is from the album "Seventh Sojourn"
(Images are from Michigan's Silver Lake Sand Dunes)
Isn't life strange
A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more?
Each day passes by
How hard man will try?
The sea will not wait
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -
Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were, and here we are.
Isn't love strange
A word we arrange
With no thought or care
Maker of despair
Each breath that we breathe
With love we must weave
To make us as one
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -
Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were, and here we are.
Isn't life strange
A turn of the page
A book without light
Unless with love we write;
To throw it away
To lose just a day
The quicksand of time
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -
Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were
Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were
Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were...
Songwriters: J Lodge
For non-commercial use only.
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4 more songs from Justin Hayward, here:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/531659
1) The Land of Make Believe
2) This Morning
3) Nights Winters Years
4) Nights in White Satin
Beautiful lyrics. :smile:
A deep song, eh? I think I have one. :wink:
Tangled in Blue - Bob Dylan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKcNyMBw818
Early one morning, the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed it all
If her hair was still red
Her folks, they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark, sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walking away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I's lucky for to be employed
Working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind and I just grew
Tangled up in blue
She was working in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at the sight of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on when the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said, "Tell me, don't I know your name?"
I muttered something underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello, " she said
"You look like the silent type"
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montagüe Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafés at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue
So now I'm going back again
I got to get her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't what they do with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue
Now that is deep. What else could it be ?
Tangled up in blue.
Never heard this before. Thanks :cool:
As to my earlier 'pick', so pale pink.
But the title ain't bad ?
I like the title, I think it's true.
Quoting Amity
I like the type of the music and the lyrics are poetic.
I think losing a few days is necessary. We pay way too much attention on achievement and not enough on just being and taking in. It is mistake. :)
Not just the lyrics, but the title itself, the imagery of being tangled up in blue, so difficult to get out of, but you know will, you just have to keep trying. I think we've all been there, making not such great decisions along the way.
And this line I always thought humorous:
"She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess
But I used a little too much force."
That just means you have good tastes and we're on the same wavelength. :cool:
There are many great lines in the song, such as this one. What I like about the song in general is how it manages to mess up with one's notion of time. Lyrically, this one is quite special.
Quoting Hanover
Yes. It's not even clear that we are capable of untangling ourselves. Then again, there are many interpretations that could be given of this song.
I guess we'll meet again someday on the avenue...
An amazing performance of 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps' :fire:
"While My Guitar Gently Weeps" Live (6:22)
Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 2004
written by George Harrison, 1968
performed by Dhani Harrison, Jeff Lynn, Tom Petty, Steve Winwood & Prince
Thanks @180 Proof :cool:
From p120 of George's autobiography 'I -Me -Mine':
Around the time of writing...I had a copy of the 'I Ching - the (Chinese) Book of Changes' which seemed to me to be based on the Eastern concept that everything is relative to everything else, as opposed to the Western view that things are merely coincidental.
This idea was in my head when I visited my parents' house in the North of England. I decided to write a song based on the first thing I saw upon opening any book - as it would be relative to that moment, at that time. I picked up a book at random - opened it - saw 'Gently weeps' - then laid the book down again and started the song. Some of the words to the song were changed before I finally recorded it - as can be seen here:
[i]I look at the trouble
and hate that is raging
While my guitar gently weeps
While I'm sitting here
Doing nothing but ageing[/i]
----
There follows 3 pages of handwritten lyrics - scrawls and scratchings as he chooses the right words.
The final lyrics on p 124:
----
[i]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 how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps[/i]
I just love this guy :100: :heart: :sparkle:
"Old Brown Shoe"(3:16)
B-side ("The Ballad of John and Yoko")*
written by George Harrison, 1969
performed by The Beatles
*I've always thought, instead of a B-side, this song by George should have been on Abbey Road in place of "Maxwell Silver Hammer" which in turn should have been made into a double A-side paired with "Octopus' Garden" (which I'd also remove from the album and replace it with a Beatles-version of the Starr-Harrison hit "It Don't Come Easy" (Ringo still on lead vocal) written in part during "The White Album" sessions in '68), IMO, changes that would have lifted this masterpiece album even higher.
Back in the '70s, Lennon was my way into The Beatles lyrically (Paul I'd only associated in those days with nonstop repeats of Wings hits on AM radio during summer camp). The first Traveling Wilbury's hit single "Handle Me With Care" almost two decades later for me began a complete reassessment of George and his elemental role in the musical alchemy of The Beatles as if they were (for him too I'm sure) a "past life" memory that PTSD-like (but in a good way for me/us) wouldn't go away. The Beatles' Anthology documentary several years later consummated my "Beatle George" renaissance and deep appreciation of him as a musician, a spiritual seeker, an old "grotty" wit, and a quite admirable person (certainly as global celebrities go).
Again - big thanks for this song, new to me and much appreciated :sparkle:
What George says about it in his book, p134:
OLD BROWN SHOE. I started the chord sequences on the piano ( which I don't really play) and then began writing ideas for the words from various opposites:
[i]I want a love that's right
But right is only half of what's wrong.[/i]
Again, it's the duality of things - yes-no, up-down, left-right, right-wrong, etc.
-----
Quoting 180 Proof
Lovely to hear your story of getting to know George.
It seems like I have known and loved George forever ! Since the 60's anyway...
There was a long gap when I didn't listen to music much at all.
I'm so glad that I am rediscovering him, his music and thoughts...and having this conversation.
I met him once - I think it was 1991 - you wouldn't believe where. Not gonna tell...
But our eyes met as he jammed with my ex and friends...playing the ukelele.
Did I say that I love him....
I was given a cassette of his 'The Best of Dark Horse 1976 -1989'. Played it to death.
Later - like you - totally wowed by the magic and chemistry of the Traveling Wilburys.
'A bunch of friends that just happened to be really good at making music' *
Quoting 180 Proof
-----
'The True History Of The Traveling Wilburys Documentary' (24:56) *
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUQ_gj-biIc
... filmed in the spring of 1988 whilst the band were recording 'Vol. 1' in Los Angeles, and includes footage shot by Nelson Wilbury.
In trying to explain how the Wilburys originally came together, George Harrison once said, “The thing about the Wilburys for me is—if we’d tried to plan it, or if anybody had said, let’s form this band and get these people in it—it would never happen, it’s impossible. It happened completely, just by magic, just by circumstance. Maybe there was a full moon that night or something like that. It was quite a magical little thing really.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeeJImmYj0Q
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin' low
Searchin' everywhere I know
Askin' the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?
Blind man breakin' out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin' to find one circumstance
Of dignity
I went to the wedding of Mary-Lou
She said "Don't want nobody see me talkin' to you"
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
For dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity
Footprints runnin' cross the sliver sand
Steps goin' down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the border towns of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat
I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity
Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure
Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity
Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin' his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take
To find dignity
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
"Blues for Mama" (4:00)
Nina Simone Sings the Blues, 1967
written by Nina Simone & Abbey Lincoln
performed by Nina Simone
(w/ lyrics)
"Linger" (4:34)
Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We?, 1993
written by Dolores O'Riordan & Noel Hogan
The Cranberries
Someone special...?
I haven't listened to the Cranberries in such a long time. I'd forgotten how beautiful the sound.
Strangely, given recent discussions, the next video started playing:
'Dreams' - the Cranberries (4:14)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xc6ulrb2foQ
Yeah, same special someone who once told me not to linger – one of her favorites from the day it dropped.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXdNnw99-Ic&t=108s
[i]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?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war
For a leading 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 we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here[/i]
This song - like most of Pink Floyd's songs, has a fascinating if tragic background. It may seem on first glance that this song is generally about wishing someone we love was here, meaning usually that this person is dead and one is mourning a loss.
And while that is a perfectly fine interpretation, this song is literally about Syd Barrett, the man responsible for forming Pink Floyd and launching them to some degree of fame in England. Barrett was by all means a promising genius, but he had a delicate psyche. While living the dream of "sex, drugs and rock", he accidently consumed too much LSD one time and from that point onward, ceased to become the Syd Barrett that the band members knew.
He attempted to continue writing music, but his mind was too far gone and thus Syd retired to tranquility. Literally, this song is about a person who is alive, but gone meaning they're no longer at all the person they once knew, so not "here". This can be seen in the lyrics, with the question it asks. I take it to mean something like Syd traded his sanity for comforting delusion.
By a strange cosmic coincidence, when Pink Floyd was recording this album, Syd went to visit the band members for the first time in years. They were recording this song when they saw a strange man they did not recognize, it took them several minutes to discover who he was. Once they found out who it was, they cried.
They showed him some of the songs on this album. It's not clear he could take in what they were dedicating to him. The rest, as they say, is history.
A beautiful song that should be interpreted however one feels like. :heart:
We Didn’t Start the Fire- Billy Joel
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye"
Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana, goodbye
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc
Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock Around the Clock"
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland
Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev
Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai"
Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball
Starkweather homicide, children of thalidomide
Buddy Holly, Ben Hur, space monkey, mafia
Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go
U2, Syngman Rhee, Payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion
"Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex
JFK – blown away, what else do I have to say?
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan
"Wheel of Fortune", Sally Ride, heavy metal suicide
Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shore, China's under martial law
Rock and roller, cola wars, I can't take it anymore
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
But when we are gone
It will still burn on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning, since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rG6b8gjMEkw
"La Grange" (3:51)
Tres Hombres, 1973
ZZ Top
180, as to be expected from your contributions, awesome tune. Fun lyrics. Pure style. :cool:
Crazy - Gnarls Barkley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N4jf6rtyuw
I remember when
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space
And when you're out there without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much
Does that make me crazy
Does that make me crazy
Does that make me crazy
Possibly
And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you
Who do you think you are
Ha ha ha, bless your soul
You really think you're in control
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
I think you're crazy
Just like me
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on the limb
And all I remember is thinking I want to be like them
Ever since I was little
Ever since I was little it looked like fun
And it's no coincidence I've come
And I can die when I'm done
But maybe I'm crazy
Maybe you're crazy
Maybe we're crazy
Probably
:up: Love ZZ Top. Probably the band that got me into rock. Growing up, all I ever heard was country. Literally. Then my dad started playing his old (by my standards) cassette tapes. I used to fall asleep to Eliminator, etc. every night when I was ~11. Good times.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V_xRb0x9aw
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Now time for me is nothin' 'cos I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs and I'm under each snare
Intangible (Ah y'all), bet you didn't think so
I command you to, panoramic view (You)
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose, sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kicking tunes
Picture you getting down and I'll picture too
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional, mystical - maybe
Spiritual hero who appears on you to clear your view
When you're too crazy
Lifeless to those a definition for what life is
Priceless to you because I put ya on the hype shift
Did ya like it?
Gut smokin' righteous but one talkin' psychic
Among knows possess you with one though
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future (That's right) is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
The essence, the basics without it you make it
Allow me to make this child like in nature
Rhythm you have it or you don't
That's a fallacy, I'm in them
Every spiralling tree, every child of peace
Every cloud I see you see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise
Corruption in the skies
From this fucking enterprise that I'm sucked into your lies
The Russell that is muscles
But percussion he provides
For me I say God, y'all can see me now
'Cos you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the end of it
So I'mma stick around with Russ and be a mentor
Bust a few rounds on motherfuckers
Remember what the thought is
I brought all this so you can survive when law is lawless (Right here)
Fearless, sensations that you thought was dead
No squealing, remember that it's all in your head
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
My future
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, my future
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, my future
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
(w/ lyrics)
"400 Years" (2:45)
Catch A Fire, 1973
written & sung by Peter Tosh
Bob Marley and the Wailers
Begins with the ideology of a solution to a problem but untill then it is war, and it is in such trying times you realise that ideology doesn't even matter in war.
A song that provokes a sense of awareness to others outside the distracting actions of life, asking do you have the love to help others?
Les chèvres buvaient au rio,
Nous allions au hasard
Et nous vivions encore plus forts
Malgré le frette et les barbares.
Nous savions qu'un jour ils viendraient
À grands coups d'axes, à coup de taxes
Nous traverser le corps de bord en bord,
Nous les derniers humains de la terre.
Le vieux Achille a dit:
«À soir c'est un peu trop tranquille.
Amis, laissez-moi faire le guet.
Allez! Dormez en paix!»
Ce n'est pas le bruit du tonnerre
Ni la rumeur de la rivière
Mais le galop
De milliers de chevaux en course
Dans l'œil du guetteur.
Et tout ce monde sous la toile
Qui dort dans la profondeur:
«Réveillez-vous!
V'là les Yankees, v'là les Yankees,
Easy come, Wisigoths,
V'là les Gringos!»
Ils traversèrent la clairière
Et disposèrent leurs jouets de fer.
L'un d'entr'eux loadé de guns
S'avance et pogne
Le mégaphone.
«Nous venons de la part du Big Control,
Son laser vibre dans le pôle,
Nous avons tout tout tout conquis
Jusqu'à la glace des galaxies.
Le président m'a commandé
De pacifier le monde entier.
Nous venons en amis.
Maintenant assez de discussion
Et signez-moi la reddition
Car bien avant la nuit
Nous regagnons la Virginie!»
V'là les Yankees, v'là les Yankees
Easy come, Wisigoths
V'là les Gringos!
«Alors je compte jusqu'à trois
Et toutes vos filles pour nos soldats.
Le grain, le chien et l'uranium,
L'opium et le chant de l'ancien,
Tout désormais nous appartient,
Et pour que tous aient bien compris
Je compterai deux fois
Et pour les news de la CNN:
Tell me my friend
Qui est le chef ici?
Et qu'il se lève!»
Et le soleil se leva.
Hey Gringo! Escucha me, Gringo!
Nous avons traversé des continents,
Des océans sans fin
Sur des radeaux tressés de rêves
Et nous voici devant vivants,
Fils de soleil éblouissant
La vie dans le reflet d'un glaive.
America! America!
Ton dragon fou s'ennuie,
Amène-le que je l'achève.
Caligula, ses légionnaires,
Ton président, ses millionnaires,
Sont pendus au bout de nos lèvres.
Gringo! t'auras rien de nous.
De ma mémoire de titan,
Mémoire de 'tit enfant:
Ça fait longtemps que je t'attends.
Gringo! Viens-t'en!
Viens-t'en!
Que Dieu te blesse !
La nuit dormait dans son verseau,
Les chèvres buvaient au rio,
Nous allions au hasard
Et nous vivions encore plus forts
Malgré le frette et les barbares.
By the little boy who dies by his mother
While other children play in the courtyard
And by the wounded bird who doesn't know how
Its wing suddenly bleeds and falls from the sky
By thirst and hunger, fever and delirium
Hail to you, Mary
By the children beaten by the drunk returning home
By the donkey who gets kicked in the belly
And by the humiliation of innocents punished
By the virgin sold and undressed
By the son whose mother has been insulted
Hail to you, Mary
By the old woman who stumbles under too much weight
Exclaiming "My God!"
By the unfortunate ones whose arms
Couldn't ever repose on human love
Like the cross of the Son on Simon of Cyrene
By the horse fallen under the chariot it drags
Hail to you, Mary
By the four horizons that crucify the world
By all those whose flesh is torn or dies
By those who are without feet, those without hands
By the sick who’s operated on and moans
And by the just put among the ranks of killers
Hail to you, Mary
By the mother learning that her son is healed
By the bird calling the fallen bird back to the nest
By the thirsty grass that welcomes the rain
By the lost kiss, by love returned
And by the beggar who finds the change he'd lost
Hail to you, Mary
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSq4B_zHqPM
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross
Even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find what I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody stole
I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is I've been looking for
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To the river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night
I go walkin' in the, in the middle of the
I go walkin' in the, in the middle of the
I go walkin' in the, in the middle of the
I go walkin' in the, in the middle of the
I'm not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river
That is running to the promised land
In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of the truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night
Thanks for the introduction to Brassens. From wiki:
'His songs often decry hypocrisy and self-righteousness in the conservative French society of the time, especially among the religious, the well-to-do, and those in law enforcement. The criticism is often indirect, focusing on the good deeds or innocence of others in contrast. His elegant use of florid language and dark humor, along with bouncy rhythms, often give a rather jocular feel to even the grimmest lyrics.'
Always learning about just how much I don't know...
I had to smile at this:
'Perché filosofare quando si può cantare?'
from: http://projectbrassens.org/index.php
A brilliant site with menu of songs...
I found his song 'Jeanne' (1962) there, with Youtube and parallel translations. His tribute to a special friend:
From wiki: ''Once put up at Jeanne Planche's, Georges had to stay hidden for five months, waiting for the war to come to an end. He continued writing poems and songs. He composed using as his only instrument a small piece of furniture that he called "my drum" on which he beat out the rhythm.'
http://projectbrassens.org/Jeanne_en.php
After praying Mary, let's give his due to the lord of this world.
I found this translation of The Spanking, pretty mischievous:
The widow and the orphan, what could be more moving?
An old school friend of mine died leaving no children
But an amazing spouse behind.
I went to pay a visit to the desperate woman.
And then, having no plans for the evening,
I stayed to keep her company in the chapel.
To contain her tears, to solace her grief,
I started to tease, to crack some jokes,
All remedies are good for healing a soul…
Soon, thanks to the quality of some of my gags,
The widow was laughing till one’s side ache, thanks God !
We had quite of a good laugh.
My pipe was poking out of my jacket.
Pleasantly, she encouraged me : « Fill it up,
Let no moral imperative stop you,
If my poor husband hated tobacco,
Smoking does no longer bother him !
But where the heck did I put my cigarette box ? »
At midnight, with the sweet voice of a seraphim,
She asked me if I was hungry.
« Would it make him come back to life, she said,
If we stretched pity till starvation ?
What would you think of a frugal collation? »
And we had a small candle-light dinner.
« Look how beautiful he is !
Wouldn’t you say he’s sleeping ?
He would be the last one to blame me
If I sank my sorrow in a flow of champagne. »
After having emptied the second magnum,
The widow was quite flushed, I can tell you !
And her spirit started wandering around…
« My God, what will it be of us ! »
Sighted she, sitting on my lap.
And then, after having glued her lips on mine,
« Now I am finally reassured, she said, I feared
That under your saucisson-like mustache,
You'd be coquettishly hiding a harelip… »
My mustache like a saucisson, can you imagine ?
This comparison deserved a spank.
Rolling the insolent up with no sign of kindness,
Conscious of performing without a doubt a duty,
But closing my eyes to avoid seeing too much,
Smack! I lowered on her a vengeful hand.
« Ahi! you've cracked my bottom in two! »
Cried she, and I lowered my front, pitiful,
Worried that I had hit too harshly.
But I learnt later, and was quite relieved,
That this state of affairs had been there a long time :
Liar ! the crack was congenital.
When I raised my hand for the second time,
My spirit weakened, I lost faith,
Especially due to her inquiring, the Jezebel :
« Did you notice I had a nice ass ?»
And my vindictive hand fell back, vanquished
And the third blow was only a caress…
Ooh la la :fire:
Quoting Olivier5
Love that you went looking for a spanking :naughty:
Em...I mean 'The Spanking', of course.
Bet there's more where that comes from...
Erm...I mean Brassens songs, of course.
There must be
'Something in the Water' - Poke LaFarge
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXzEVLSoVqw
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqWBth_rLgw
[/media]
"For No One" (2:32)
It's Like This, 2000
writers Lennon-McCartney, 1966
performer Rickie Lee Jones
(Happy 79th, Macca!)
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/554883
More here :
https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2021/jun/22/joni-mitchell-blue-my-favourite-song-james-taylor-carole-king-graham-nash-david-crosby-kt-tunstall-birdy
Quoting Interviews by Dave Simpson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWbHG5iGZEA
I hadn't heard of/it before. I only knew of the more commercial songs. So will take time at some point to listen to the whole album.
Like many, I am attracted to 'blue' and so clicked on the 'Blue' track :cool:
Care to do like those interviewed ?
What track would you say is most meaningful to you and why?
Decades ago, I vaguely recall a boozy writer friend said to me "If you want to write from a 'woman's point of view' with emotional truth, stay away from Joni Mitchell. She's raw, man, like a crazy ex you dumped who just uses you now for sex while you're lying to yourself that you're just using her." It must've only been days later I borrowed a pristine vinyl copy of Blue from I can't recall whom now (probably an ex-gf who was still 'talking' to me) because at that time I was blocked, unable to find my female protagonist's voice in the middle of a shitty novel I was scribbling. Well, my writer buddy was (mostly) right but, anyway, Blue sold me for life on Joni's music – she's in my singer-songwriter's pantheon next to Nina, Billie, Aretha, Janis & Rickie Lee – and eventually exorcized my bs macho-ambition to 'find my female voice' (or write women characters like a woman writer). Ladies of the Canyon & Mingus round-out three of my favorite Joni Mitchell albums along with Blue. Most of her music rewards re-listening again and again.
As for Blue, my favorite song is (still)
Why? I've felt this ...
My God. How fckn fascinating is your own story. Why would it be bs macho to try and find the female point of view or voice ? Have you an example of your writing you would care to share ?
Quoting 180 Proof
Beautiful :sparkle:
'I want to wreck my stockings in some jukebox dive'.
Hah. Rip the damned things orf, I say.
And burn the bra :fire:
What bra ?
'All I Want' - Joni Mitchell
I am on a lonely road and
I am traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some, I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I wanna be strong I wanna laugh along
I wanna belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some jukebox dive
Do you want, do you want, do you wanna dance with me baby
Do you wanna take a chance on
Maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby, well come on
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I wanna talk to you, I wanna shampoo you
I wanna renew you again and again
Applause, applause, life is our cause
When I think of your kisses my mind see-saws
Do you see, do you see, do you see how you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue
I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy
The greed is the unraveling it's the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I wanna have fun, I wanna shine like the sun
I wanna be the one that you want to see
I wanna knit you a sweater
Wanna write you a love letter
I wanna make you feel better, I wanna
Make you feel free
Hm hm hm, hm
Wanna make you feel all free
All I wanna make you feel free
Songwriters: Mitchell Joni
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
Mein Gott is right! :yikes: :sweat:
Maybe I'll drop some old scribbles in a PM when I get off the road; I should be home by the weekend. Like every frustrated and failed scribbler, I've dumpster-loads of manuscript drafts and story fragments of which I'm mostly ashamed how hackneyed and inelegant they always seem. And by that "bs macho-ambition" I meant being fake, inauthentic: my voice is whatever it is, please no fucking ventriloquism to gag the muses with: writers of my generation write from the throat and not their balls like the generations before us – like James Baldwin and Henry Miller, Toni Morrison and Cormac McCarthy, Ursula LeGuin and Octavia Butler. Anyway, I'll really try to find something to share, Amity, but not publicly (please) if that's alright with you. Now if TPF would host an annual "Short Story Contest" like they used to on the old PF (@Baden), I'd be keen to conjure up some gumbo for the occasion. :wink:
As for my own story, well, I've had "my kicks" and "the whole shithouse" hasn't gone up "in flames" yet. Not yet. Got scars and some tire-tracks across my back to show for it. Mid-fifties now, somewhat recovered (or mostly on the good side of various recoveries); a lot of my story (sans mythistory) can be read between the lines across a variety posts and even my profile page. All the rest – autobiographical errata – is just dead skin and scabs.
[quote=All I Want][i]I am on a lonely road
and I am traveling
Looking for the key
to set me free[/i][/quote]
:death: :flower:
Of course. I look forward to that, thanks.
Quoting 180 Proof
Yes, that is how I have come to know many posters here. I prefer to disclose parts of me in that 'organic' way too. I haven't written a profile. 'Dead skin and scabs' - we renew. Every day, in every way...
Re: the creative short story, someone mentioned that just about when I first started here and I thought it it a wonderful idea.
It was discussed - but nothing came of it.
Just another 'potential'...lost along the way, I guess...
Perhaps another nudge might work :wink:
It might be another key to set us free.
:up:
One fine day I'll get you to swap identifies with me and you can have the pleasure of being the woke stalinist anti-feminist monster that cleans the dunnies round here.
We should. Maybe I'll do a poll on the idea. Cheers for the reminder anyhow. :up:
It was 2 years ago !!
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/244214
Quoting Baden
Yay. Then again, maybe...maybe not...
Should we pick off alternate petals :flower:
I either do things in 2 hours or 2 years. Just that kinda guy. :wink:
:kiss: You're a sweet-talking guy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpFotOi3hDs
Nothing like pacing yourself...I did hear on the grapevine...it's usually about 20 minutes or so.
Is there a song out there which would express and heal this deep trauma ?
' There's a hole in my bucket' :nerd:
It has begun, there's nothing in the world to stop it now
It's in control, we might as well just try to stop the wind
So give up, give in, you lose
Love will always win, start surrendering
Stop resisting
Nothin' you can do about it, it's too strong to be denied
Nothin' you can do about it, relax, enjoy the ride
Destiny...we are what fate intended us to be
Can't you see we're all a part of some eternal plan
So give up, give in, you lose
Love will always win, start surrendering
Stop resisting
Nothin' you can do about it, it's too strong to be denied
Nothin' you can do about it, relax, enjoy the ride
Don't you try to understand it, leave it as a mystery
It's bigger than the both of us, we're each other's history
Nothin' you can do about it, it's too strong to be denied
Nothin' you can do about it, relax, enjoy the ride
This song was also covered on the great Manhattan Transfer album, Extensions.
Bonus points if you recognise the bass player.
'...relax, enjoy the ride...' :up:
Oh, the memories. This commercial, fun blast from the past:
'Chanson D'Amour' - Manhattan Transfer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARfARi-gpWc
Tell me more...
...about the best ?
And I know this love will never die
We will drift like clouds across the sky
And watch the world spin by
A lover's paradise
You and I have always loved in freedom
And I know this freedom is so rare
So I say that you can go or stay with me
You are the light that ends the night
You are the reason why
Yesterday my life was very empty
All my dreams were shadowed in despair
When you came you reached into my soul
You melted me like snow
in springtime's warming glow
You're the one that I have always wanted
And I know you've ever needed me
So I'll stay forever in this ecstasy
You are the light that ends the night
You are the reason why...
(composed and written by )
Ah. Now that is just a little bit better, way cooler than 'Chanson'. But Chanson...well...I love it too.
Quoting Wayfarer
Bloomin' Boomers Bloom :flower:
Difficult to make out the lyrics. Here they are:
Shaker Song
The Manhattan Transfer
The fool screams, 'no more!'
He grabs his shirt and hits the door
What she needs from him he ignores.
It's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore.
(Oh it's a ...)
Blast the radio.
The hits just come and go.
Block out what he knows that he has blown
(That he has blown...)
The night hangs its head
As the fool crawls into bed.
Still his hungry heart begs to be fed
All the words she once said
(That she said. That she said. That she said.)
So then he grabs his Chevrolet
In one more attempt to get away
But the thoughts of all the crimes of passion lay in his way.
He can shake the blues,
But you know he still can get confused.
It seems like such a waste
'Cause he can't shake her.
He can shake his tail,
But you know his moves are getting stale
He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake
That he can't shake her.
He can't shake her.
No, he can't shake her.
Romance falls like rain
But all the motives are insane
Everytime that he plays the game he feels the pain
(He feels the pain. Who is to blame? Who is to blame?)
He finds a joint that's jive
Guys are spinning girls like 45's.
All of the live bait sink for his lines they are so high
He knows he is beat
As his heart puts on the heat
Run from the street that don't even fit his feet
(Don't fit his feet. Now he can see. Now he can really see)
Tell him here's a telephone
He can beg to let the fool come home
He tells her that his life's a drag alone
(Can't be alone)
He can shake the blues,
But you know he still can get confused.
It seems like such a waste
'Cause he can't shake her.
He can shake his tail,
But you know his moves are getting stale
He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake
That he can't shake her.
He can't shake her.
No, he can't shake her.
Songwriters: Willis Alta Sherral, Lasley David Eldon, Beckenstein Jay B
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
Wayfarer ? Our Wayfarer ?
What a find :cool:
BTW, he titled it (or subtitled it?) "For Sophia", aka our good friend Wisdom.
Two bodies that were once one
Break that union
They gave way to indifference and disappointment
I know it was all part
Of an ephemeral agreement
I want to see the red of the dawn
A new day will shine
It will take away loneliness
I want to be the red of dawn
The sun will shine again
It will take away loneliness
In me you planted
Images of you, of me that come to mind
They are so intense and real
They make me suffer
I don't know how I manage to bear the situation
Of a game with its intended end
Between you and me
I want to see the red of the dawn
A new day will shine
It will take away loneliness
I want to be the red of dawn
The sun will shine again
It will take away loneliness
Quiero ver el rojo del amanecer
Un nuevo día brillará
Se llevará la soledad
[i]And I don't care about it at all
Whether you laugh or dream, what you say or what you do
I don't care about anything
As much as I try, I'm playing and I don't care about anything….[/i]
You. Are. A. Genius.
How come I am just finding this out ?
Along with all the other talented creatives on this forum...
Come on @jamalrob @Baden et al.
Really need a special creative space to showcase such - in 'The Symposium' or whatever.
I am such a bloomin' lightweight who needs the inspiration with so much still to learn.
I have only had a flickering glimpse at what is out there.
Never heard of Aja but yes I heard Steely Dan and this:
'Reelin' In The Years' - Steely Dan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b64fHP9cpVQ
Quoting Olivier5
How and when did you discover this amazingness ?
Thank you.
By PM.
The back story to the back story - I wrote that song in my mid-20's, at the time, I was discovering...well, what was it....kind of 'consciousness trainings' through various sources. I went on retreat at a Buddhist centre in my locality, when I came back, that song came to me. There was a genuine sense of Sophia-wisdom that inspired it. Not that there was any great vision or imagery even, but a sense of the presence of wisdom. Subtle but real. At the time I was very much into the 'way of negation'.
Not long afterwards, I did a jazz summer school at the Conservatorium and one of the instructors was a well-known female vocalist, Kerrie Biddell (no longer with us). I gave her a copy of the song on cassette tape, and much to my surprise, when I went to the well-known Sydney jazz venue, The Basement, not long after that, she announced that she was singing it. It became part of her repertoire for the next couple of years, although she never recorded it and I never made anything from her performing it. Since then I've continued to write songs, nowadays with music technology I have produced some of them, although the version that is linked was recorded analogue, keyboard, bass, drums and vocal direct to tape - different vocalist, and not really in her key, as any producer could tell from the recording. But I will always love that song, and the idea of Sophia as the 'beautiful feminine' has stayed with me always from that time.
Thank you. I am sure many more will more than 'like it'.
Quoting Wayfarer
This is so very generous of you to share. 'A sense of the presence of wisdom'. Wow.
Quoting Wayfarer
Sorry, but I don't understand this.
Quoting Wayfarer
This is astounding. You should be famous. And rich. Perhaps you are...in your own way, rich.
Quoting Wayfarer
Well. This is astonishing. How many more superlatives can I find. Not enough.
Are they being performed anywhere ? Do you still feel that sense of wisdom when you create...?
You can tell, I am just a wee bit overwhelmed by all of this...
It is of course a very difficult thing to explain, but it’s a facet of the mystical text ‘the cloud of unknowing’. At the time I had had my first encounter with formal meditation practice. Nothing fancy, 20 minute sessions, but complemented by a lot of reading, hanging out at the Adyar Bookshop (which of course no longer exists.)
Anyway, long story short - not long after all of that, I met my to-be wife. Now have two grown sons, three (almost four) grandchildren. ‘Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans’ has remained one of my favourite sayings. I never did get a career in music, but then, it’s a notorious field of dreams. At least I can write and play. Have I retained that sense of wisdom? Well, I’d never claim to be wise, but I think it’s imparted a sense that there is such a thing, and that we should aspire to it. Maybe that’s enough. It sure gave me a sense of why the ancients dedicated those beautiful sculptures to Sophia. You have to have that feeling for philosophy to be meaningful. Which leads back to the remark that Olivier made, which led me to post this song.
This thread is dedicated to the relevance to our personal philosophies of modern popular songs and musics -- jazz, blues, rock, pop, to which I add a meager spicing of franco-italiano-spanish chansons, often poorly translated in English by your humble servant not to offend the gods of TPF. This place is for songs saying meaningful things to people.
Songs in German have been posted here. That should tell you how open we are. ;-)
You were kind enough to link me up to a song about (essentially) philosophy, or the pursuit and love of wisdom, written by a TPF regular (yourself), a song which I liked quite a lot. You bet I'm gonna post it here. Thank you for it.
Life has a rhythm, it's constantly moving.
The word for rhythm ( used by the Malinke tribes ) is FOLI.
It is a word that encompasses so much more than drumming, dancing or sound.
It's found in every part of daily life.
In this film you not only hear and feel rhythm but you see it.
It's an extraordinary blend of image and sound that
feeds the senses and reminds us all
how essential it is.
"My Old School" (5:48)
Countdown to Ecstasy, 1973
Steely Dan
*
"Memphis, Tennessee" (2:12)
B-side single, 1959
Chuck Berry
OK. But that still doesn't help me understand what you mean by the 'way of negation'.
Do I need to read the text ? Or can you paraphrase ?
Quoting Wayfarer
'At least' - and it is never too late. Even now, you could be a 'one-hit wonder'...which might lead to more.
Quoting Wayfarer
I hate to admit this but I can't even remember seeing any sculptures of Sophia !
What remark did Olivier make ?
[Edit: I got it - https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/554910 -
'It's another way to defang our good friend Sophia: make her a bureaucrat' ]
Quoting Wayfarer
I like that saying too. You appear to have had a most balanced and fulfilling life... and it ain't over yet.
Ta for sharing :sparkle:
It is mesmerising. My eyelids became heavy and I almost dropped off at 5mins in.
But I struggled to keep awake and it was SO worth it.
Quoting Olivier5
Even as I listened and watched, I couldn't help but feel how our way of life and rhythm differs.
Strange experience to watch this old culture struggling to keep alive...from the comfort of my home with all modern conveniences and technology.
We have the rhythm of tap-tapping our keyboards...essential in some ways...
And we listen to 'deep songs'...
I'll try and see where that takes me... I will start with the platitude or cliché that Africans have a good sense of rhythm. I think this is broadly borne by facts, as a crude generality, although there are good percussionists outside Africa of course (in India notably) -- African rhythms have a certain spontaneity, a dense creativity, an intensity that's difficult to match.
The movie tries to show how, in a Mandingue context (a tribe somewhat dominant in Mali), rhythm is everywhere, explicitly so.
Note that the Mandingue are said to have invented the blues. So their culture is more than alive: it has become a big part of our culture, through the music brought to the Americas by African slaves from the gulf of Guinea. From your desk top maybe you also listen to blues and jazz once in a while? If yes, you're listening to (highly evolved) Mandingue music.
As the griot says, rhythm is everywhere. In breathing, heart beats, life. In walking; in working (especially working together as shown in the movie). In speech and in music.
I bet something funny happens when you listen to it... The rhythm takes over you. First it makes you dizzy. Then, you want to surrender your body to it, and your soul too. You want to dance. Dance is a sort of walk to nowhere, in which your body follows or rather inhabits and marks the rhythm. So you start to move your feet under your desk. Tap tap tap. Shake your hand a bit, tchick tchick...
Them Mandingue make you want to move your ass and work with them, dance with them, play with them in that rhythm.
Rhythm becomes you. And you want to add to it, to contribute your own creativity to it. To blend in it but still exist in it as you.
And if they are several of you listening, you can dance together by the magic of the rhythm. Your dance becomes a ballet.
So rhythm is about being together, about several souls (or organs, for the body) fusing and becoming one in the same action but without losing individual identity and creativity.
Rhythm makes room in our mind for collaboration, like in a ballet, or like three guys hammering the same pole. Ting. Ting. Ting.
That was quite something.
Quoting Olivier5
Quoting Olivier5
Quoting Olivier5
We can be together even when apart.
Ting, ting.
You probably know that your writing is quite mesmerising and magical - are you tempted to 'dance' competitively ? https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/11252/poll-short-story-competition-proposal
Even the one-liners are appreciated:
'When the wise points at the stars, you dissect his finger.'
Ha ha! Glad you liked it. I felt pretty good after nailing that one. :-)
"Helpless" (3:30)
Déjà Vu, 1970
writer Neil Young
CSN&Y
"Carry On" (4:26)
Déjà Vu, 1970
writer Stephen Stills
CSN&Y
'I'll Stand By You' - Chrissie Hynde ( live at the Proms, with full orchestra and choir )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyb2RX0hii8
Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
'Cause I've seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
Don't know what to do
Nothin' you confess, could make me love you less
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
[b]So, if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I'm a lot like you[/b]
When you're standing at the crossroads
Don't know which path to choose
Let me come along
Even if you're wrong
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
And when, when the night falls on you, baby
You're feelin' all alone
You won't be on your own
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Yeah
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
No, no, no, no, no
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Songwriters: Billy Steinberg, Tom Kelly, C. Hynde
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GeNG7ns-LIo
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OlaTeXX3uH8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXFSK0ogeg4
1. O Fortuna (Chorus) (O Fortune)
O Fortuna O Fortune,
velut luna... like the moon
statu variabilis,... you are changeable,
semper crescis... ever waxing
aut decrescis;... and waning;
vita detestabilis... hateful life
nunc obdurat... first oppresses
et tunc curat... and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem,.. as fancy takes it;...
...
Hac in hora... So at this hour
sine mora... without delay
corde pulsum tangite;... pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem... since Fate
sternit fortem,... strikes down the strong man,
mecum omnes plangite!... everyone weep with me!
(single 6:54)
"Papa was a Rollin' Stone" (6:54, 12:05)
All Directions, 1972
writers Norman Whitfield & Barrett Strong, 1971
The Temptations
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-eKA15PGadI
(album 12:05)
Talking about meaningful songs...Wow !
Strange the effect it had on you and others, given it was a 'monster-hit', and it doesn't seem to have registered at all with me. Yet, I loved the Temptations...
Intrigued by the instrumental section, I looked up wiki:
Quoting Wiki - 'Papa Was a Rollin' Stone'
Amazing and with the lyrics, I am not surprised it really hit the mark and a very personal one at that.
Thanks for sharing, again...
:sparkle:
Here is a list of The Top 100 songs in 1972 as compiled by Billboard.
https://musicoutfitters.com/topsongs/1972.htm#:~:text=Top%20100%20Hits%20of%201972%2FTop%20100%20Songs%20of,So%20Fast%20-%20Wayne%20Newton%20More%20items...%20
At no15 - 'My ding-a-ling' - Chuck Berry :scream:
Some not 'deep' but remind me of a special time or coming to terms with emotions like:
At 25. Mouth & MacNeal - How Do You Do (2:20)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVx3exTqKG4
Popular here and on the Continent during my first holiday abroad with accompanying 'romance' :hearts:
Stupid 70s video cut it short ! Here is longer, rare version with lyrics (4:06)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0ULWNNrE6b8
Fun :starstruck:
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At 26: Neil Diamond - Song Sung Blue 1972
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNz-VLAZ144
Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again
Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, it get to feeling good
You simply got no choice
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, it started feeling good
You simply got no choice
Song sung blue
Song sung blue
Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
Songwriters: Neil Diamond
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
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Others on the list are classics. I love and could play them all...forever...
Thanks be to YouTube :sparkle:
Years later, btw, when I'd gotten "into" music, I'd thought for a while that the Rolling Stones took their moniker from the Temptations song – until I realized that the band formed with that name a decade earlier – only to learn, however, that they got it from the Muddy Water's song "Manish Boy" from 1955 (same song referenced in the title of Bob Dylan's 1965 song "Like a Rolling Stone") and Muddy himself got it from that old country phrase "a rollin' stone gathers no moss".
Full circle: "Papa was a Rollin' Stone" because he was raised to be a "Manish Boy". No wonder I've gathered no moss ... :sweat:
My pleasure. I don't think I really appreciated the songs at that point.
I might be a little ahead of you in years but I have only just begun to really 'listen'.
Quoting 180 Proof
It is no wonder that it resonated so strongly with you and others.
You could write a book about it...that, and all your influences...perhaps you are ?
Brilliant 'Rolling Stones' story :cool:
Quoting 180 Proof
No moss but plenty of books and albums :wink:
The musical refrain reminded me of something in a film...can't remember which one...so I looked up wiki.
Still don't know about the film but this was interesting:
Quoting Wiki: Mannish Boy
The things you learn...
:up:
:hearts:
And ... each one of us a grain of sand in the hour glass of our species ... can we replace the sands faster than Time removes them? Oblivion – the only promise that will be kept, the only true Satisfaction – in the end ...
:death: :flower:
If I tell you now
Will you keep on loving me?
If I tell you
If I tell you how I feel
Will you keep bringing out the best in me?
You give me, you give me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
There's a quiet storm
And it never felt like this before
There's a quiet storm
That is you
There's a quiet storm
And it never felt this hot before
Giving me something that's taboo
Sometimes I think you're just too good for me
You give me the sweetest taboo
That's why I'm in love with you
You give me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
Sometimes I think you're just too good for me
I'd do anything for you, I'd stand out in the rain
Anything you want me to do, don't let it slip away
There's a quiet storm
And it never felt like this before
There's a quiet storm
I think it's you
There's a quiet storm
And I never felt this hot before
Giving me something that's taboo
You give me the sweetest taboo
That's why I'm in love with you
You give me, keep giving me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
You've got the biggest heart
Sometimes I think you're just too good for me
Every day is Christmas and every night is New Year's Eve
Will you keep on loving me? (Ha, ha)
Will you keep on
Bringing out the best in me?
When it comes to loving me
Don't stop
I know there ain't no guarantee
But don't stop
Let's keep it shaking while we can
You don't need another man
We'll be rolling with the plan
Don't stop
When it's near to closing time
Don't stop
Put your hand in mine
Don't stop
We'll dance the night away
Won't care what people say
No pause, press play
Don't stop
Don't stop dreaming
Don't stop believing
'Cause you know that our time is coming up
So with all you've got
Don't stop
There's a reason that you're here
Don't stop
You ain't got nothing to fear
So don't stop
This train has left the station
Who knows what destination
This love is for the taking
Don't stop
Don't stop dreaming
Don't stop believing
'Cause you know that our time is coming up
Let's soak up the day
And dance the night away
So with all you've got
Don't stop
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H46yXW4qR_M
[/media]
Our body, we balance
We touch each other
We kiss each other on the mouth
Even, hear
We say we love each other
But it's only some kind of cream
Some pink-colored ointment
To hide things
Little pleasures
Not to sleep alone
Can't you see we don't love each other?
We don't love each other
So there, you are all alone
Your eyes sting
You want
To speak, to tickle
But simp
You aren't here for anyone
And it's the same for everyone
Go back to your pad
Even when you meow
The world doesn’t care
Can't you see we don't love each other?
We don't love each other
Wires, wires and walls
Didn’t you seen the hard wire
Marked “private”?
Here it is our home
It’s not for you
Just for us
If it's everyone's home
Then it's a dirty mix
And that bothers us
Watch out for the others
Can't you see we don't love each other?
We don't love each other
Pan! Pan! Pan!
There is war all the time
We pretend to be civil
Then we send each other missiles
We try to smoke the peace pipe
But it's just some shoe polish
Some hair cream
To hide the dirt
And the TV zooms, zooms
On these beautiful blood-stained pictures
Can't you see we don't love each other?
We don't love each other
Gaël Faye also wrote a wonderful but harrowing book, also entitled Petit Pays, about his childhood in Burundi against the backdrop of the Tutsis genocide in neighboring Rwanda and the massacre of Hutus by Tutsis in Burundi at the very same time. They made a movie out of it. Highly recommended although you might not be the same person after you read this book, or saw this film.
Gahugu gatoyi
Gahugu kaniniya
Warapfunywe ntiwapfuye
Waragowe ntiwagoka
Gahugu gatoyi
Gahugu kaniniya
Une feuille et un stylo apaisent mes délires d'insomniaque
Loin dans mon exil, petit pays d'Afrique des Grands Lacs
Remémorer ma vie naguère avant la guerre
Trimant pour me rappeler mes sensations sans rapatriement
Petit pays je t'envoie cette carte postale
Ma rose, mon pétale, mon cristal, ma terre natale
Ça fait longtemps les jardins de bougainvilliers
Souvenirs renfermés dans la poussière d'un bouquin plié
Sous le soleil, les toits de tôles scintillent
Les paysans défrichent la terre en mettant l'feu sur des brindilles
Voyez mon existence avait bien commencé
J'aimerais recommencer depuis l'début, mais tu sais comment c'est
Et nous voilà perdus dans les rues de Saint-Denis
Avant qu'on soit séniles on ira vivre à Gisenyi
On fera trembler le sol comme les grondements de nos volcans
Alors petit pays, loin de la guerre on s'envole quand?
Petit bout d'Afrique perché en altitude
Je doute de mes amours, tu resteras ma certitude
Réputation recouverte d'un linceul
Petit pays, pendant trois mois, tout l'monde t'a laissé seul
J'avoue j'ai plaidé coupable de vous haïr
Quand tous les projecteurs étaient tournés vers le Zaïre
Il fallait reconstruire mon p'tit pays sur des ossements
Des fosses communes et puis nos cauchemars incessants
Petit pays: te faire sourire sera ma rédemption
Je t'offrirai ma vie, à commencer par cette chanson
L'écriture m'a soigné quand je partais en vrille
Seulement laisse-moi pleurer quand arrivera ce maudit mois d'avril
Tu m'as appris le pardon pour que je fasse peau neuve
Petit pays dans l'ombre le diable continue ses manœuvres
Tu veux vivre malgré les cauchemars qui te hantent
Je suis semence d'exil d'un résidu d'étoile filante
Un soir d'amertume, entre le suicide et le meurtre
J'ai gribouillé ces quelques phrases de la pointe neutre de mon feutre
J'ai passé l'âge des pamphlets quand on s'encanaille
J'connais qu'l'amour et la crainte que celui-ci s'en aille
J'ai rêvé trop longtemps de silence et d'aurore boréale
À force d'être trop sage je me suis pendu avec mon auréole
J'ai gribouillé des textes pour expliquer mes peines
Bujumbura, tu es ma luciole dans mon errance européenne
Je suis né il y'a longtemps un mois d'août
Et depuis dans ma tête c'est tous les jours la saison des doutes
Je me navre et je cherche un havre de paix
Quand l'Afrique se transforme en cadavre
Les époques ça meurt comme les amours
Man, j'ai plus sommeil et je veille comme un zamu
Laissez-moi vivre, parole de misanthrope
Citez m'en un seul, de rêve qui soit allé jusqu'au bout du sien propre
Petit pays
Quand tu pleures, je pleure
Quand tu ris, je ris
Quand tu meurs, je meurs
Quand tu vis, je vis
Petit pays, je saigne de tes blessures
Petit pays, je t'aime, ça j'en suis sûr
"My Sweet Lord"
All Things Must Pass, 1970
George Harrison
"What is Life?" (4:22)
All Things Must Pass, 1970
George Harrison
"Mawra Blues" (3:40)
Btainwashed, 2002
George Harrison
This lead this guy HK to write this song. Since then, it has become a protest song about culture being an essential part of life, whatever technocrats think. It's been translated and played all over. Here is a Portuguese version, which I chose because it has English subtitles.
To my knowledge there's no English version yet... A project for ?
JDM 1943-1971
[i]"I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now
for wasting the dawn"[/i]
"The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)" (4:12)
L.A. Woman, 1971
The Doors
For you I sigh, for you dear only
Why haven't you seen it
I'm all for you body and soul
I spend my days in longing
And wondering why it's me you're ogling
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you body and soul
I can't believe it
It's hard to conceive it
That you’d turn away romance
Are you pretending
It looks like the ending
Unless I could have just one more chance to prove, dear
My life a wreck you're making
You know I'm yours for the very taking
I'd gladly surrender myself to you body and soul
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before
I fall into despair
I'll send an S.O.S to the world
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed
Since I wrote my note
I should have known
This right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
Or love can break your heart
I'll send an S.O.S etc.
Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
[b]Seems I'm not alone
At being alone[/b]
Hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
Tryna make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know, the one that takes you to the place where all the veins meet
No change
I can change
But I'm here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
Well, I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singin' to me now
No change etc.
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life
Tryna make ends meet, tryna find somebody then you die
It's just sex and violence, melody and silence
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
The world was on fire
And no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire
Will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I... don't wanna fall in love
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't wanna fall in love
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you
(This world is only gonna break your heart)
What a wicked game you play,
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do,
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say,
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do,
To make me dream of you
And I... wanna fall in love
etc.
The world was on fire
And no one could save me but you
Strange what desire
Will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I... wanna fall in love
(this world is only gonna break your heart)
Nobody loves no one
It's getting me down, my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I'm coming down
And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
But I know I'm on a losing streak
As I pass down by your street
And if you wanna show,
Then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
'Cause baby, oh
If heaven falls,
I'm coming too
Just like you said
You leave my life,
I'm better off dead
All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down, my Lord
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm coming down
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Etc.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpqqjU7u5Yc
In 2015, three graduate students and a communications officer made a CERN-themed parody of Howie Day’s hit song “Collide”. Howie Day saw the parody on Twitter, and asked to visit CERN. We said yes, but only if he covered our parody of his song and let us make a music video with him during the visit. We were joking. He wasn’t.
The beam is starting
The power is on
This is our parting
Goodbye my baryon
We counter-rotate
I see you pass by
Till we make argon and lead tungstate
Light up again
Out of the depths of space and time
Even the bosons cannot hide
As the momentum starts to climb
I somehow find
You and I
Collide
The theories you know
We test their ground; I wonder
Is there another Higgs?
Can SUSY still be found?
Out of the depths of space and time
Even the gluons cannot hide
As the momentum starts to climb
I somehow find
You and I
Collide
Dark matter
2HDM
And gravitons, yeah
Out in the depths of space and time
Even the sea-quarks cannot hide
Out of the mess we leave behind
What will they find
When you and I
Collide
What will they find
When you and I
Collide
What will they find
When you and I
Collide
I love my children
Boring, I know...
I don't like war or misery,
It's annoying...
You may find it
Too politically correct
But then, fuck you!
I am no racist
I am all for human rights
I don't wear fur
I don't regret the guillotine
I'm not a misogynist
I sort my rubbish
I am, I repeat
Politically correct
But then, fuck you!
I have nothing against mosques
I don't feel threatened by minarets
I don't believe gay people
Are abnormal
Or necessarily coquet
See? I'm a snowflake
Politically correct
But then, fuck you!
Victim of the consensus, I am,
I admit, secular, now that I think of it
I specify that I do not believe
That there are too many Jews
In the media or finance
At the risk of appearing
Politically correct
But then, fuck you!
It will sound like demagoguery to you
But I advise against drugs
Even for minors
I don't militate (hold on tight)
For the extinction of dolphins
I don't want them to die!
You may find it naïve and
Politically correct
But then, fuck you!
I don't treat the concierge
Nor to the cleaning lady
As if they were dogs
We must respect everyone
I teach it to my children
So that they too may become
One day, as I wish
Politically correct
And then, fuck you!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jl5vi9ir49g
The road is long
With a many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another
It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother
Songwriters: B. Russell, B. Scott
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
"Never Can Say Goodbye" (2:58)
A-side single, 1971
writer Clifton Davis, 1970
The Jackson 5
[i]a Vicar in a tutu
He's not strange
He just wants to live his life this way[/i]
https://genius.com/The-smiths-vicar-in-a-tutu-lyrics
"Bulls on Parade" (3:53)
[I]Evil Empire[/i], 1996
RatM
Good times.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=otuwNwsqHmQ
Wiki - Siffre came out of self-imposed retirement from music in 1985, when he saw a television film from Apartheid South Africa showing a white soldier shooting at black children.[7] He wrote "(Something Inside) So Strong" (No. 4, 1987)[6] and released four more albums between 1988 and 1998.
The higher you build your barriers
The taller I become
The further you take my rights away
The faster I will run
You can deny me
You can decide to turn your face away
No matter, cos there's
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
The more you refuse to hear my voice
The louder I will sing
You hide behind walls of Jericho
Your lies will come tumbling
Deny my place in time
You squander wealth that's mine
My light will shine so brightly
It will blind you
Cos there's
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
We're gonna do it anyway 2x
Something inside so strong
And I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
We're gonna do it anyway 4x
Because there's something inside so strong
And I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me, so wrong
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Labi Siffre
(Something Inside) So Strong lyrics © Xavier Music Ltd.
Tell the same story
There's always a boy
And a girl in despair
She calls him out
But he doesn't hear
He sees only her
But she doesn't see him
Films were made
And divine tragedies
Out of this situation
Rocks and spleen
Melodies that we hear everywhere:
[in English] Oh I need you baby
Baby yes I do
It's always "toujours"
That rhymes with... oh oh
This thing you have to guess:
My first is desire
My second, pleasure
My third is to suffer
And my whole you'll remember
She paints up her face
With pencils
He puts on earrings
To give himself a look
We want to please
We want to date
Then one day it's war
This game drives us mad
There's danger, there are victims
An assassin assassinates
This assassin you have to guess:
His first is desire
His second, pleasure
His third is to suffer, oh oh
And his whole, you'll remember
It's a teenager's blues
Nights spent dying of desire
Hanging on the hook of one's soul mate
In constant suspire
But all the songs
Tell the same story
This story you have to guess:
My first is desire
My second, pleasure
My third is to suffer oh oh ...
In a 2001 poll by the Brazilian newspaper Folha de São Paulo , Águas de Março was voted the best Brazilian song of all time by more than 200 Brazilian journalists, musicians and artists.
The inspiration for Águas de Março comes from the rainiest month in Rio de Janeiro with its sudden storms with heavy rains and floods.
The lyrics do not tell a story, but show a sequence of images as a collage ; almost every sentence begins with "É ..." ("It is ...").
The text and the music allude impressionistically on streams of rain that run down the gutter and pull things like the sticks, stones and broken glass mentioned with them.
It's a stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The nod of the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of a slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a sling-shot stone
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
Afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing
A cock, a quail, the promise of spring
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone, the end of the load
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A night, a death, the end of the run
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojHRoKzQwfE
'Man Alive'
Sun sets in the West
The boy has gone to rest
Mama clutch her breast
All creatures great and small
Graze on blood red soil
And grass that grows on city streets
It's been a quiet town
Since the juice went down
Now something's washed up on the beach
A man alive
After some thousands of years
Fewer than the smallest imaginable intake of breath
The wisest guys in the evolution of humanity became extinct
Mother Nature loves a vacuum
And so, the earth was cleansed
In no time at all
All creatures great and small
Graze on blood red soil
And grass that grows on city streets
It's been a quiet town
Until the word got round
And something washed up on the beach
A man alive
A man alone
Washed up on the beach
Just a man
Whoosh
This one. Stuck in my head for years as the most sexy evah :cool:
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So very different, amazing really and yet familiar. Love it. Looks like they are having fun with this - and the guy at the end as he 'collapses' in a heap after the quick pace and keeping apace :smile:
Thanks to all who share the music. All's well with the world - sometimes :sparkle:
The guy singing is Antônio Carlos Jobim himself, a very successful composer of popular Brazilian music. He wrote many songs, including some which you might be familiar with, such as the Girl From Ipanema, believed to be the second most recorded pop song in history (the first being "Yesterday" by The Beatles). It was a feature in that famous Getz/Gilberto bossa nova jazz album and was later covered by Sinatra, Stevie Wonder and countless others.
Here is the original version by Jobim.
You know what I find amazing about this song thread...and the information...is that it never fails to open my ears, eyes, whatever...and makes me feel more...'alive' perhaps.
Yes, you are right - the song is a familiar one, perhaps so much so that it has become a bit 'background'.
Until now.
Everything about this original version is simply so...cool, sensual...
Quoting Olivier5
Again, something I haven't heard, even if it is famous.
Might have to listen to a few tracks...any ideas ?
Love sax :cool:
Here is "Desafinado", meaning "Out of Tune", or as "Off Key". It was (again) composed by Antônio Jobim with lyrics (in Portuguese) by Newton Mendonça, and included in the Getz/Gilberto album:
[Intro: Lady Jaye Breyer P-Orridge & Trent Reznor]
I'm— I'm limited by— by time, by— by gravity
Um, by all these physical forces
When really I just uh, I wish my consciousness would be liberated completely free
To go everywhere, to be everywhere
To do everything, to be— to be everyone that I ever dreamed of being
Only thing I've ever done
Closest I have ever come
[Verse 1: Trent Reznor with Genesis Breyer P-Orridge]
Only thing I've ever done
Ticking time is running out
Closest I have ever come
Ticking time is running out
Oh, so tired on my own
Ticking time is running out
Best days I have ever known
Ticking time is running out
[Pre-Chorus: Trent Reznor]
Yesterday I found out the world was ending
Yesterday I found out the world was ending
[Chorus 1: Trent Reznor]
A little more
Every day
Falls apart and
Slips away
I don't mind
I'm okay
Wish it didn't have to end this way
[Verse 2: Trent Reznor with Genesis Breyer P-Orridge]
These four walls are closing in
Ticking time is running out
Oh, all the things that might have been
Ticking time is running out
Watch young lovers walking by
Ticking time is running out
God forgive me if I cry
Ticking time is running out
[Chorus 2: Trent Reznor]
A little more
Every day
Falls apart and
Slips away
I don't mind
I'm okay
Nothing ever
Stays the same
While we can
Remember when
Always were, yeah
Even then
Stay with me
Hold me near
While I'm still here
[Interlude: Genesis Breyer P-Orridge]
We do not believe in human feelings
Nor in human senses
Nor human needs, human values, human fears or even human hopes
The only purpose or believe is the path from the mind to the brain
Path from the mind to the brain
Mind to the brain
[Outro: Genesis Breyer P-Orridge & Lady Jaye Breyer P-Orridge]
This is a preset world, there are no secrets
I feel as though I found my soulmate
Um, I never feel— I never feel alone or lonely
That's just something I don't experience— kind of feeling of alienation
No matter how strange the world outside gets
I know that there is someone that understands me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIFLtNYI3Ls
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTAU7lLDZYU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBGaO89cBMI
"Like a song ..." (4:48)
War, 1983
U2
*
conjuring the ghost of my Catholic guilt :eyes:
"40" (2:35)
War, 1983
U2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9hmm6MZ3GY
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nNetfJQ9HAs
Day turned black, sky ripped apart
Rained for a year 'til it dampened my heart
Cracks and leaks
The floorboards caught rot
About to go down
I had almost forgot
All I got to do is to love you
All I got to be is, be happy
All it's got to take is some warmth to make it
Blow Away, Blow Away, Blow Away
Sky cleared up, day turned to bright
Closing both eyes now the head filled with light
Hard to remember what a state I was in
Instant amnesia
Yang to the Yin
All I got to do is to love you
All I got to be is, be happy
All it's got to take is some warmth to make it
Blow Away, Blow Away, Blow Away
Wind blew in, cloud was dispersed
Rainbows appearing, the pressures were burst
Breezes a-singing, now feeling good
The moment had passed
Like I knew that it should
All I got to do is to love you
All I got to be is, be happy
All it's got to take is some warmth to make it
Blow Away, Blow Away, Blow Away
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: George Harrison
Blow Away lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QWV4pFV5nX4
Sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up
And has left you with no warning
But it's not always going
To be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
Sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this my love is up
And must be leaving
But it's not always going
To be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So I must be on my way
And face another day
Now the darkness only stays at night time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good
At arriving at the right time
But it's not always going
To be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: George Harrison
All Things Must Pass lyrics © Concord Music Publishing LLC
Listen, watch, be amazed.
Doesn't hurt that the singer is a goddess, either.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT68FS3YbQ4
[Verse 1]
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero, got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove
[Verse 2]
You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us outta here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
Finally see what it means to be living
[Verse 3]
See, my old man's got a problem
He lives with a bottle, that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
His body's too young to look like his
When momma went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said "Somebody's gotta take care of him"
So I quit school, and that's what I did
[Refrain]
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We gotta make a decision
Leave tonight, or live and die this way
[Chorus]
So I remember when we were driving
Driving in your car
Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I-I had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
[Verse 4]
You got a fast car
We go cruising, entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs
[Chorus]
So I remember when we were driving
Driving in your car
Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder
And I-I had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
[Verse 5]
You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinkin' late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me'd find it
I got no plans, I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
[Chorus]
So I remember when we were driving
Driving in your car
Speed so fast it felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
And I-I had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
[Refrain]
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
Thanks to and for posting the full lyrics of their entries. I had never got the sense of Chapman's song for instance, never knew what it was about, and you made it talk to me. This is what this thread is about: not just good music, but good texts too, with an existential dimension.
This said, I don't always post the lyrics of my own entries, sometimes because I don't care, other times I trust that people know the words already, so please don't take this as a reproach. Just saying it's nice to discover good lyrics once in a while.
Heard of them yesterday! They became famous doing covers of Chicago, the great jazz-rock ensemble from the 60's and 70's, only around 2018. They're Russian and Ukrainian. First I listened to one of the covers, thought, 'pretty good', then I noticed that song, Speck of Dust. Totally amazing song, completely blown away by it, I've listened to it continuously for the last 24 hours. It's a Deep Song, it's about Realisation - 'there's no time, there's no place, only Spirit, full of grace, you can sing, you can fly, and you sure will never die.' And that singer - honest to God, she's like a Greek goddess. I don't know if she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but she sure is the most beautiful vocalist I've ever seen.
You can find a well-made documentary about them here.
(Earlier this week I watched the scarifying HBO documentary on Chernobyl. This discovery is just such a perfect antidote to that.)
(Oh, and i don't know if you know music theory, but this song is in 5/4 - five beats to the bar. Count it! It's an amazing composition. Mindblowing.)
You know just how much this thread has meant to me.
Thanks for having that brainwave and introducing a more complex way of listening to and appreciating music. Music related to self and the whole wide world. In different languages and time.
Also, a great way of feeling on the same wavelength...sometimes by following themes...
Exploring from another's perspective...all good :cool:
Thank you :sparkle:
If you like big ensembles, here is something you may like, a French band with an American singer:
Lalo Schifrin. Another fabulous musician. I’ll definitely check that clip out, although at the moment I’m entirely besotted with [s]That Girl[/s] Ksenia Buzina.
I often wondered about that, about the mystery of this chemistry (literally) between humans that we call physical attraction. I wonder specifically if our genes are speaking to one another through pheromones and even through facial / body types. Reproduction is a dialogue between genes after all. Are genes seeking their complement, their difference, their missing ingredient -- rather than their sameness, which is what a racist theory would say -- by actively shaping what we find subjectively attractive?
I believe in the wisdom of poems and lyrics, but also of proverbs and such. A French saying about love: Il faut trouver chaussure à son pied. Find a shoe fit for your foot.
"Ma préférence" by Julien Clerc
Je le sais
Sa façon d'être à moi parfois vous déplaît
Autour d'elle et moi le silence se fait
Mais elle est
Ma préférence à moi
Oui, je sais
Cet air d'indifférence qui est sa défense
Vous fait souvent offence
Mais quand elle est
Parmi mes amis de faïence
De faïence
Je sais sa défaillance
Je le sais
On ne me croit pas fidèle à ce qu'elle est
Et déjà vous parlez d'elle l'imparfait
Mais elle est
Ma préférence à moi
Il faut le croire
Moi seul, je sais quand elle a froid
Ses regards ne regardent que moi
Par hasard, elle aime mon incertitude
Par hasard, j'aime sa solitude
(bis)
Je le sais
Sa façon d'être à moi parfois vous déplait
Autour d'elle et moi le silence se fait
Mais elle est
Elle est ma chance à moi
Ma préférence à moi
Never had nothing
No one to care
That's why I seem to have
More than my share
I've got a man crazy for me
He's funny that way
When i hurt his feelings
Once in a while
His only answer is one little smile
I've got that man crazy for me
He's funny that way
I can see no other way
And no better plan
Than end it all and let him go
To some better gal
But why should I leave him
Why should I go
He'd be unhappy without me I know
I've got that man crazy for me
He's funny that way
Though he loves to work
And slave for me everyday
He'd be so much better off
If I went away
But why should I leave him
Why should i go
He'd be unhappy without me I know
I've got that man
Mad about me
He's funny that way
:up: Glad the song resonated with you.
It has a long history though.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/She%27s_Funny_That_Way
@Nils Loc
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/572211
'War' - Edwin Starr
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01-2pNCZiNk
Original video of Edwin Starr singing his famous song: "War" [Original Music video from 1969]
Perhaps better version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztZI2aLQ9Sw
War...huh...yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh ha haa ha
War...huh...yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutley nothing...say it again y'all
War..huh...look out...
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing...listen to me ohhhhh
WAR! I despise,
'cos it means destruction of innocent lives,
War means tears to thousands of mother's eyes,
When their sons gone to fight and lose their lives.
I said WAR!...huh...good God y'all,
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing...say it again
War! Huh...What is it good for (Edwin sings 'Wohh oh Lord' over the top)
Absolutely nothing...listen to me
WAR! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker,
War. Friend only to the undertaker.
Ohhh! War is an enemy to all mankind,
The thought of war blows my mind.
War has caused unrest within the younger generation
Induction then destruction...who wants to die? Ohhh
WAR! good God y'all huh
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing...say it say it SAY IT!
WAR!...uh huh yeah hu!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing...listen to me
WAR! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker,
War! It's got one friend that's the undertaker.
Ohhhh! War has shattered many a young man's dream,
Made him disabled, bitter and mean,
Life is much too short and precious to spend fighting wars these days.
War can't give life, it can only take it away!
Ohhh WAR! huh...good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing...say it again
War!...huh...woh oh oh Lord
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing...listen to me
War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker,
War. Friend only to the undertaker...woo
Peace lovin' understand then tell me,
Is there no place for them today?
They say we must fight to keep our freedom,
But Lord knows there's got to be a better way.
Ohhhhhhh WAR! huh...good God y'all...
What is it good for?...you tell me!
Say it say it say it saaaay it!
War! good God now...huh
What is it good for?
Stand up and shout it...NOTHING
There will be other songs or ideas about war which show a positive aspect.
It bringing us together ?
Following on from the war photographer's story:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/572676
https://seattleglobalist.com/2016/05/26/sebastian-junger-veteran-homecoming-town-hall-seattle/51911
Clearly, love and life continue even as wars rage...see any war film...
Though, not sure about the stats re decreased crime, depression and suicide rates.
Anyway, this is the 'Deep Songs' thread...and for sure there were songs written to lift the spirits.
In the UK during WWII, Vera Lynn and George Formby spring to mind...
But what of war itself.
Other places, other times, other people...
[ Edit - couldn't help but start a thread, the first on in ages :
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/11491/war-what-is-the-good-of-war-
'We Shall Overcome' - Pete Seeger ( with lyrics )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhnPVP23rzo
Asylum seekers
You Won’t Believe What Happens When These 17 People Meet
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCbACC-lskU
Emotional and stirring. But I don't believe in any of the lyrics.
"We Shall Overcome"
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid, TODAY
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
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
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 gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby, and I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'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, a'dancin' in our eyes
She thinks all my jokes are corny
Convict movies make her horny
She likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when shaves her legs
She takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a wacked out weirdo, and a love bug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes, and he's a'howlin' at the moon
He's my baby, I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'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
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
A'we're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin'
But big old hearts, dancin' in our eyes
There won't be nothin'
But big old hearts, dancin' in our eyes
In spite of ourselves
Did you enter a story?
No. But I have found all of this so inspiring...I might...one day...
See https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/574971
Quoting 180 Proof
Lost for words. I am already trying to guess who wrote what - but never in a million years did I think I would inspire someone, even partly.
Wow... and for you to come out and say that...goodness, what will people think...
Like we care :smile:
Thanks :hearts:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmljreTAgYI
Across the street, the river runs
Down in the gutter, life is slippin' away
Let me still exist in another place
Runnin' undercover of a helicopter blade
The flames are gettin' higher in effigy
Burnin' down the bridges of my memory
Love may still be alive somewhere, some way
Where they're downing only deer
A hundred steel towns away
Oh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beatin' like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Oh, never will I roam
Now I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailin'
[b]Photographs, kerosine
Light my darkness, light it up, light it up[/b]
I can still feel the touch
Of your thin blue jeans
Runnin' down the alley
I've got my eyes all over you baby, oh baby
Oh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beatin' like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Oh, never will I roam
Now I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailin'
Oh, I've got lightning in my veins
Shiftin' like the handle of a slot machine
Love may still exist in another place
I'm just yankin' back the handle, no expression on my face
Oh, the rhythm of my heart
Is beatin' like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Oh, never will I roam
Now I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailin'
The rhythm of my heart
Is beatin' like a drum
With the words "I love you"
Rolling off my tongue
Never will I roam
Now I know my place is home
Where the ocean meets the sky
I'll be sailin'
Songwriters: John Joseph Capek, Marc Jordan
For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch
"I Heard It Through the Grapevine" (3:16)
In The Groove, 1968
writers N. Whitfield & B. Strong, 1966
performer Marvin Gaye
"The Tears of a Clown" (3:02)
Make It Happen, 1967
writers H. Crosby, Smokey Robinson & Stevie Wonder
performers Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
John Prine and Iris Dement - In Spite of Ourselves
[Verse 1]
(Slave screams)
He thinks he knows what he wants
(Slave screams)
Thinks he has something to say
(Slave screams)
He hears but doesn't want to listen
(Slave screams)
He's being beat into submission
[Chorus 1]
Don't open your eyes you won't like what you see
The devils of truth steal the souls of the free
Don't open your eyes, take it from me
I have found you can find happiness in slavery
Happiness in slavery
[Verse 2]
(Slave screams)
He spends his life learning conformity
(Slave screams)
He claims he has his own identity
(Slave screams)
He's going to cause the system to fall
(Slave screams)
But he's glad to be chained to that wall
[Chorus 2]
Don't open your eyes you won't like what you see
The blind have been blessed with security
Don't open your eyes, take it from me
I have found you can find happiness in slavery
Happiness in slavery
Happiness in slavery
Happiness in slavery
Happiness...
[Bridge]
I don't know what I am, I don't know where I've been;
Human junk, just words and so much skin
Stick my hands through the cage of this endless routine
Just some flesh caught in this big broken machine
[Outro]
Happiness in slavery (x18)
Happiness
Happiness
It controls you
Happiness
It controls you
Oriente
Gilberto Gil
[i]Se oriente, rapaz
Pela constelação do Cruzeiro do Sul
Se oriente, rapaz
Pela constatação de que a aranha
Vive do que tece
Vê se não se esquece
Pela simples razão de que tudo merece
Consideração
Considere, rapaz
A possibilidade de ir pro Japão
Num cargueiro do Lloyd lavando o porão
Pela curiosidade de ver
Onde o sol se esconde
Vê se compreende
Pela simples razão de que tudo depende
De determinação
Determine, rapaz
Onde vai ser seu curso de pós-graduação
Se oriente, rapaz
Pela rotação da Terra em torno do Sol
Sorridente, rapaz
Pela continuidade do sonho de Adão[/i]
Orient
Orient yourself, young man
To the constellation of the Southern Cross
Orient yourself, young man
In the knowledge that the spider
Lives on what he weaves
Make sure you don't forget
For the simple reason that everything deserves
Consideration
Consider, young man
The possibility of going to Japan
In a Lloyd cargo ship cleaning the hold
Out of curiosity of seeing
Where the sun hides
See if you understand
For the simple reason that everything depends
On determination
Determine, young man
Where your postgrad course will be
Orient yourself, young man
To the earth's rotation around the sun
Smiling, young man
In the continuation of Adam's dream
[quote=A throat-cuttin', Limey cocksucka]Pain or damage don’t end the world, or despair or fucking beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man – and give some back.
Every fuckin’ beatin’ I’m grateful for. Every fuckin’ one of them. Get all the trust beat outta you. And you know what the fuckin’ world is.
“You can't slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.”
Say what you’re gonna say or prepare for eternal fucking silence.
Truth is, as a base of operations, you cannot beat a fucking saloon.[/quote]
"God,'s Gonna Cut You Down" (instrumental, 2:39)
Johnny Cash, 2003
traditional folk arrangement, c1930s
Deadwood, 2004-2006 (trailer)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khrx-zrG460
I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice
He was high on intellectualism
I've never been there but the brochure looks nice
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low,
These are the days when anything goes
[Chorus]
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine
He's got a daughter he calls Easter
She was born on a Tuesday night
I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone
Why I'm a stranger in my own life
Jump in, let's go
Lay back, enjoy the show
Everybody gets high, everybody gets low
These are the days when anything goes
[Chorus]
I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening
[Chorus]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4KRukPmfhU
Though you feel at times, you just can't win
Sing, sing, children, sing
That you give is known, so don't give in
Sing, sing, children, sing
Sing of the true way
Sing of the time
Show them the new way
Let your light shine
He who lights the fire must surely burn
Turn, turn, children, turn
From the ones who see, but will not learn
Turn, turn, children, turn
Turn from the darkness
Turn all the way
Look for the sunshine -
Then don't turn away
For everyone who doesn't stand, must fall
Call, call, children, call
And he who finds himself then finds us all
Call, call, children, call
Call to the broken
Call to the hate
Let the word be spoken
Before it's too late
https://lyricstranslate.com
Winning Eurovision in 1997 for the UK Katrina and the Waves sang Love Shine a Light.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnoikRec67k
Love shine a light, in every corner of my heart
Let the love light carry, let the love light carry
Light up the magic in every little part
Let our love shine a light, in every corner of our hearts
Love shine a light, in every corner of my dreams
Let the love light carry, let the love light carry
Like the mighty river, flowing from the stream
Let our love shine a light, in every corner of my dreams
And we're all gonna shine a light together
All shine a light to light a way
Brothers and sisters, in every little part
Let our love shine a light, in every corner of our hearts
Love shine a light, in every corner of the world
Let the love light carry, let the love light carry
Light up the magic, for every boy and girl
Let our love shine a light, in every corner of the world
And we're all gonna shine a light together
All shine a light to light a way
Brothers and sisters, in every little part
Let our love shine a light, in every corner of our hearts
And we're all gonna shine a light together
All shine a light to light the way
Brothers and sisters, in every little part
Let our love shine a light, in every corner of our hearts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8zgIr6meic
La Serenissima
Sabato 2 Maggio 2020 - Ore 18.00
Covid quiet.
***
Amore Adesso
Non è più tempo
di gioia e lacrime
amore adesso, ora
e non c’è tempo nel bardo
né tempo di qua o di là
amore adesso, ora
tempo per danzare
tempo per le decisioni
amore adesso, ora
Chi ci ha cambiato tutto questo
i nostri fragili giorni bui
scintille cadute su noi
curiosa luce io mi allontanai
e… col cuore in pianto andai
ovunque sia questo posto qui
io ti aspetto, lo sai
E non è più il tempo
di salmi o limiti, no
sussurri e prediche ormai
Ma chi ci ha cambiato tutto questo
i nostri fragili giorni bui
scintille cadute su noi
curiosa luce io mi allontanai
e… col cuore in pianto andai
Ovunque sia questo posto qui
io ti aspetto, lo sai
eco di voci lontane
love love love
le sento ovunque sei
ed io ti aspetto lo sai
io ti aspetto lo sai
ovunque sia questo posto qui
io ti aspetto lo sai
sì, io ti aspetto lo sai
io ti aspetto lo sai
***
English translation
Love Now
There's no more time
For joy and tears
Love now, now
And there's no time in the bard
No time this way or that way
Love now, now
Time to dance
Time for decision-making
Love now, now
Who changed all of this for us
Our vulnerable dark days
Sparks landed on us
Curious light, I wandered away
And...with a weeping heart, I moved on
No matter where, your place is here
I'm waiting for you, you know
And there's no time
For psalms or limits, no
Whispering and preaching now
But who changed all of this for us
Our vulnerable dark days
Sparks landed on us
Curious light, I wandered away
And...with a weeping heart, I moved on
No matter where, your place is here
I'm waiting for you, you know
The echoes of voices in the distance
Love love love
I hear them wherever you are
And I'm waiting for you, you know
I'm waiting for you, you know
No matter where, your place is here
I'm waiting for you, you know
Yes, I'm waiting for you, you know
I'm waiting for you, you know
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/amore-adesso-love-now.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1XB2IorNTM
Quoting Composer: Johann Sebastian Bach Artist: Mario D'Agosto (lute)
"Ashes to Ashes" (4:23)
Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps), 1980
David Bowie
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ke1YZYld0MY
English version:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gWiZK3xhrJU
Zucchero Full album - Zucchero greatest hits 2021 - Zucchero best songs
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=njCPIDlRQw4
Who goes: "no, no, no, no!"
All day long
She says: "no, no, no, no!"
She is so pretty
That I dream of her at night
No one ever taught her
That one could say "yes"
Without even listening
She goes "no, no, no, no!"
Without looking at me
She goes "no, no, no, no!"
Yet I would give my life
For her to say "yes"
But she's only a doll
Who goes "no, no, no, no!"
All day long
She goes "no, no, no, no!"
No one ever taught her
That one could say yes
No no no no!
No no no no!
Getting off the limo
In her tricoline dress
Passing by the window
Of my heart
And she didn't even see me
Hey, shopping mall girl
In your petulant way
Drinking soda on the escalator
In the middle of the lobby
I said: Psst!
My heart is on a toast
I'm on sale
But who was born to a gecko
Alligator never becomes
I already spent all my chips
In this woman
Who doesn't like samba
Who doesn't walk
She is pretty damn beautiful
And doesn't go easy
My heart is on a toast
I'm on sale
Let's go to a lounge
And talk about TV
Let's go far
Without touching the eyes
Go find yourself and get lost
Let you and me get close
So I can get lost once and for all in your inks
One night a little in the morning
Just so I can see if your eyes change color
Lets go in
My house is not hot
I bring the [heater?] to heat
Let's sweat
With snake venom
That I stole to sting you
Let you and me get close
So I can get lost once and for all in your inks
One night a little in the morning
Just so I can see if your eyes change color
"9-1-1 Is A Joke" (3:17)
Fear of a Black Planet, 1990
Public Enemy
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/592972
John Coltrane - A Love Supreme [Full Album] (1965)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ll3CMgiUPuU
From: 'Creating Poetry' - John Drury
Ch XI - Other Arts, Other Influences, p184
Dear John
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42827/dear-john-dear-coltrane
Evil Empire, 1996 (46:37)
Rage Against the Machine
s - Zack de la Rocha
g - Tom Morello
b - Tim Commerford
d - Brad Wilk
He's the biggest thief of them all
Yes, but he's a gentleman
He takes hold of your money
Without holding a gun to your head
When he steals from a woman
He send flowers
Gentleman Burglar
Is a true nobleman
He comes to your house at night
Without disturbing you in your sleep
He picks up quietly the painting
Bought the day before
Then before leaving
After his guilty works
He leaves a note on the piano
He's the biggest thief of them all
Yes, but he's a gentleman
And every woman in her own time
Dreams of seeing his face
From the actress to the dancer
And to the best of wives
Gentleman Burglar
Won the heart
Another reason for me to subscribe to Netflix, I suppose.
I seem to miss out on so much fun...
I wonder if there is another kind of a 'steal' going on ?
Écoutez !
C'est le plus grand des voleurs
Kitty Kallen - If I Give My Heart to You (1959)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rERrLmR1FsU
If I give my heart to you
:hearts:
The first 6 episodes of Lupin are quite entertaining, then it goes South. Another series on Netflix I recommend: The 100.
Quoting Amity
I checked. The music of "Gentleman Cambrioleur" is credited to Jean-Pierre Bourtayre. Maybe he was "inspired" by "If I Give My Heart to You"?
This being about the greatest thief ever, it makes it okay to "steal with pride".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYNgptAux88
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh how how how, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide
You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide
Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead so you hurry home
Don't let the sun blast your shadow
Don't let the milk float ride your mind
They're so natural - religiously unkind
[b]Oh no love! you're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only
make you care[/b]
Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone
Just turn on with me and you're not alone
Let's turn on with me and you're not alone (wonderful)
[b]Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you're wonderful (wonderful)
Oh gimme your hands.[/b]
The Beatles - Eleanor Rigby (From "Yellow Submarine")
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuS5NuXRb5Y
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
Songwriters: Lennon John Winston, Mccartney Paul James
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
***
I had to analyse this song in an OU module 'Start Listening to Music'.
It proved to be an unbelievably exhausting and exhilarating exercise.
Really ear opening. Also, the community chat - never to be forgotten.
Unfortunately, such short modules were discontinued - as the OU changed...
I hadn't a clue when I heard it in 1966, exactly what it held. Extraordinary.
Learning how to really listen - so important in all aspects of life.
Quoting pophistory - eleanor rigby - beatles
https://www.pophistorydig.com/topics/eleanor-rigby-beatles/
"Salt Peanuts" (3:18)
78 rpm A-side single, 1945
composers Dizzy Gillespie, with Kenny Clarke, 1942/3
performers Dizzy Gillespie and His All-Stars
*
"Peanuts" (4:02)
Outlandos d'Amour, 1978
writers Sting & Stewart Copeland
performers The Police
"Miles Runs the Voodoo Down" (14:04)
Bitches Brew, 1970
Miles Davis
& this ... :point:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/596844
Eleanor Rigby (Strings Only / Anthology 2 Version)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZA6jtxtTfQ&t=0s
Edit:
Been trying to find the score and lyrics combined. So far, only scored this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIs6J4XkOKQ
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/8898/deep-songs/p1
U2 - One (Official Music Video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftjEcrrf7r0
One
Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame?
You say one love, one life
When it's one need in the night
One love, we get to share it
Leaves you, baby, if you don't care for it
Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
You want me to go without
Is it too late, tonight
To drag the past out into the light?
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other
One
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your bed?
Did I ask too much, more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it's all I've got
We're one, but we're not the same
Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple, love a higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law
You ask me to enter, then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on to what you've got
When all you got is hurt
One love, one blood
One life you got to do what you should
One life with each other, sisters, brothers
One life, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other
One
One
-----
* NB - Final verses as copied here are not sung in the video. All the better for it !
[ Do you hear me coming Lord?
Can you hear me call?
Hear me knockin', knockin' at your door?
Do you hear me coming Lord?
Can you hear me calling?
Feel the scratching?
Ooh you make me crawl
Thank you ]
Songwriters: Clayton Adam, Bono
For non-commercial use only.
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Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow"[/i]
~Paul Simon, "Graceland"
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/598712
Translating songs:
Quoting Translating songs
So, to check out the bold claim, I picked out 'Paint it, Black':
The Rolling Stones - Paint It, Black (Official Lyric Video)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4irXQhgMqg
Compare:
Caterina Caselli - Tutto Nero (Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones Cover)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDYpag3JDVw
Parallel Engish/Italian translations here:
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/tutto-nero-all-black.html-0
All Black
At night the starless sky is all black,
the same (for) my heart till the last thought.
My life, without you, has no colour any more:
There is an eternal, desperate night inside me.
Tutto nero
Di notte il cielo senza stelle è tutto nero
così il mio cuore fino all'ultimo pensiero.
Non ha più colore la mia vita senza di te
c'è un'eterna notte disperata dentro di me...
***
The white walls of the room are black.
Where is the light that renders the existence beautiful?
Those who walk towards me in the streets look and don't know
that, for my sight, even the sun will be black...
Son nere le pareti bianche della stanza.
Dov'è la luce che fa bella l'esistenza?
Chi mi viene incontro per le strade guarda e non sa
che per il mio sguardo anche il sole nero sarà...
***
And, like a newborn baby looks for the world,
I look for the love that I lost and am crying.
How will I face life if I am missing you,
if the white morning dawn I will see it in black?
E come un bimbo appena nato cerca il mondo,
io cerco il bene che ho perduto e sto piangendo.
Affrontar la vita, se mi manchi, come farò
se la bianca aurora del mattino nera vedrò?...
***
Of black ink has become the green sea
since I came to know that you won't ever be able to come back.
Every day will always be the hour of the sunset.
My world is black like the darkness is black.
Di inchiostro nero è diventato il verde mare
da quando so che non potrai più ritornare.
Ogni giorno l'ora del tramonto sempre sarà.
Il mio mondo è nero com'è nera l'oscurità...
***
At night the starless sky is all black,
the same (for) my heart till the last thought.
My life, without you, has no colour any more:
There is an eternal, desperate night inside me.
Mm mm mm mm mm mm...
Di notte il cielo senza stelle è tutto nero
così il mio cuore fino all'ultimo pensiero.
Non ha più colore la mia vita senza di te,
c'è un'eterna notte disperata dentro di me...
***
And, like a newborn baby looks for the world,
I look for the love that I lost and am crying.
Mm mm mm mm mm mm....
E come un bimbo appena nato cerca il mondo,
io cerco il bene che ho perduto e sto piangendo ....
------
So, is the Italian version 'more beautiful' ?
Hmmm...is it more of less deep/dark...or just different...
Is there something lost or gained in translation ?
Does it even matter ?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGv0CYTe3eA
"Close Your Eyes"
Everybody's on the same page
No new chapters
We'll never change
Everybody wants to be cool, yes they do...
And I'm just like them
But I won't be no fool
I guess I could waste all my time and my money, just trying to look right
But it doesn't change who I am in my heart if I look like a dime
So I want you to close your eyes
Sing to the world tonight
And show them what's beautiful
I don't care what they think
No, I'm not listening
'Cause I know I'm beautiful
So close your eyes
(Sh-sh-show them what's beautiful sh-sh-show them what's beautiful)
Come and show them... Uh... Hey...
(Sh-sh-show them what's beautiful
Sh-sh-show them what's beautiful)
Everybody's born to be different
That's the one thing that makes us the same
So don't you let their words try to change you
Don't let them make you, into something you ain't... No!
So I want you to close your eyes
Sing to the world tonight
And show them what's beautiful
I don't care what they think
No, I'm not listening
'Cause I know I'm beautiful
So close your eyes
(Sh-sh-show them what's beautiful)
Show the world the you inside
Raise your voice and close your eyes
'Cause you're beautiful...
Come on and show the world the you inside
Raise your voice and close your eyes
'Cause you're beautiful...
So I want you to close your eyes
Sing to the world tonight
And show them what's beautiful
I don't care what they think
No, I'm not listening
'Cause I know I'm beautiful
So close your eyes
Sorry, can't translate this, it'd be too hard. A poem by Antoine Pol sung by Brassens, with a very nice (and very feminist) video by Charlotte Abramow. The lyrics are about all the women whom one man met for a few fleeting moments throughout his life, and dared not approach, and how he remembers them later. It's sounds awful, said like this...
Yes. Sometimes words fail. Beautiful poetic images and song capturing more than just les passantes.
Quoting Olivier5
Yes - not hard to translate the poem but the feelings and interpretation difficult. But not impossible.
The essence of the video...an expression of feminist experience.
Men included. And all ages. The mix of emotions choreographed...exceptional work of art.
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/les-passantes-passers.html
Final verse:
Alors, aux soirs de lassitude
Tout en peuplant sa solitude
Des fantômes du souvenir
On pleure les lèvres absentes
De toutes ces belles passantes
Que l’on n’a pas su retenir
So then, in bleak and weary nights,
As one peoples one's solitude
With the ghosts of memories
One sobs over the absent lips
Of all those Passers-by
That one could not hold back.
The regrets of a life. And what a life.
Quoting Wiki - Antoine Pol
It's never too late until it is....
Legend has it that Brassens discovered the poem by buying Pol's used poetry book on a flea market, by chance. Pol was totally unknown.
Oui. C'est https://lyricstranslate.com/en/les-passantes-passers.html :smile:
Ooooh la la :cool:
Serendipity doo da day :fire:
Michael Jackson- Jackson 5 shoo-be-doo-be-doo-da-day.mp4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3G-80SKhTg
Sorry :yikes:
From the sublime to the...
The Passers-by
Antoine Pol
I dedicate this poem
To all of those women
We love for a secret moment
To those we just half-see
Whom a different fate leads away
And we never see them again
To her we see appear
One second at her window
And who vanishes swiftly
Yet whose slender outline
Was so slim and so fine
That our heart is left blooming
To the fellow-traveller
Whose eyes, a charming landscape
Make us feel the way shorter,
Whom we alone, maybe, understand
But who we let get off the train
Without even brushing her hand
To the slim and supple waltzer
Who seemed sad and fretful
During some carnival night
Who wished to remain masked
And who never showed up again
To whirl in another ball
To those already taken
And who, living drab days
Near too different a person
Have let you -- useless folly --
Perceive the melancholy
Of their despairing future
To those shy lovers
Who remained silent
And yet are still mourning you
To those who went away
From you sad and lonely
Victim of your stupid pride
Dear images barely sighted
Short-lived, arrested hopes
You'll be forgotten tomorrow
If happiness ever comes
One rarely remembers
All the episodes along the way
Yet, if one has missed one's life,
One muses about, longingly,
Towards those half-sighted joys
Those kisses one didn't dare take
Those eyes never seen again
So then, in bleak and weary nights
As one peoples one's solitude
With the ghosts of memories
One sobs over the absent lips
Of all those passers-by
One failed to hold on to
Your version is fantastico - and it looks like the site encourages proof reading and welcomes changes !!
I think the French surpasses all and sounds better :100:
English - tchah, pah, pooh, merde :naughty:
Je veux dédier ce poème
À toutes les femmes qu'on aime
Pendant quelques instants secrets
À celles qu'on connaît à peine
Qu'un destin différent entraîne
Et qu'on ne retrouve jamais
I'll dedicate this poem
To all of those women
We love for secret moments,
To those we just half-see,
That a different fate leads
And that we never see again.
Olivier:
I dedicate this poem
To all of those women
We love for a secret moment
To those we just half-see
Whom a different fate leads away
And we never see them again
***
To her we see appear,
One second, at her pane,
And who vanishes swiftly
Yet whose slender outline
Is so slim and so fine
That glowing we remain.
Olivier:
To her we see appear
One second at her window
And who vanishes swiftly
Yet whose slender outline
Was so slim and so fine
That our heart is left blooming
***
To the fellow-traveller,
Whose eyes, charming landscape,
Make us feel the way shorter ,
Whom we alone, maybe, understand
But whom we let get off the train
Having not even brushed her hand.
Olivier:
To the fellow-traveller
Whose eyes, a charming landscape
Make us feel the way shorter,
Whom we alone, maybe, understand
But who we let get off the train
Without even brushing her hand
***
To the slim and supple waltzer
that looked to you sad and fretful
During some carnival night,
Who wished to remain unknown
And who never showed up again
To whirl in one more ball.
Olivier:
To the slim and supple waltzer
Who seemed sad and fretful
During some carnival night
Who wished to remain masked
And who never showed up again
To whirl in another ball
***
To those already engaged
And that, living drab days
Near too different a creature,
Let you, unuseful folly,
Perceive the melancholy
Of a despairing future.
Olivier:
To those already taken
And who, living drab days
Near too different a person
Have let you -- useless folly --
Perceive the melancholy
Of their despairing future
***
To all those Shy lovers
That remained so quiet
And still mourn you a lot,
To those who went away
From you, sad and lonely
Enduring a stupid pride.
Olivier:
To those shy lovers
Who remained silent
And yet are still mourning you
To those who went away
From you sad and lonely
Victim of your stupid pride
***
Dear half-seen images,
Unrealized short-lived hopes,
you'll be forgotten tomorrow
If ever happiness happens.
It is uncommon to memorise
all the laps on one's ways.
Olivier:
Dear images barely sighted
Short-lived, arrested hopes
You'll be forgotten tomorrow
If happiness ever comes
One rarely remembers
All the episodes along the way
***
Yet, if you've missed your life,
You muse about, longingly,
Those half-seen happy moments,
Those kisses you daredn't accept
Those eyes you've never Seen again.
Olivier:
Yet, if one has missed one's life,
One muses about, longingly,
Towards those half-sighted joys
Those kisses one didn't dare take
Those eyes never seen again
***
So then, in bleak and weary nights,
As one peoples one's solitude
With the ghosts of memories
One sobs over the absent lips
Of all those Passers-by
That one could not hold back.
Olivier:
So then, in bleak and weary nights
As one peoples one's solitude
With the ghosts of memories
One sobs over the absent lips
Of all those passers-by
One failed to hold on to
I think you have a better grasp of it than whot I do :wink:
Edit: I don't know why I winked. I'm deadly serious :100:
Reading and writing in the language for three decades now, including on
The English translation doesn't rhyme and has no rythme so it's less pleasing to the ear than the French original in classic octosyllabics, but evidently the situation is similar whenever an English poem is translated: the translation always sounds weak in comparison with the English original.
You can translate the words, but you cannot translate the music of the words. And that is precisely why I was reluctant to put Les Passantes through the process. I like it a bit too much.
I told you before stay away from my door
Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother
The freaks on the phone won't leave me alone
So don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother, oh
I, I found out
I, I found out
Now that I showed you what I been through
Don't take nobody's word what you can do
There ain't no Jesus gonna come from the sky
Now that I found out I know I can cry
I, I found out
I, I found out
Some of you sitting there with your cock in your hand
Don't get you nowhere, don't make you a man
I heard something 'bout my ma and my pa
They didn't want me so they made me a star
I, I found out
I, I found out
Old Hare Krishna got nothing on you
Just keep you crazy with nothing to do
Keep you occupied with pie in the sky
There ain't no Guru who can see through your eyes
I, I found out
I, I found out
I seen through junkies, I been through it all
I've seen religion from Jesus to Paul
Don't let them fool you with dope and cocaine
No one harm you feel your own pain
I, I found out
I, I found this out
I, I found out
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Je comprends.
Here's a less distracting video. All the better to listen to the music...
La musique des mots.
Georges Brassens - Les passantes [Paroles]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iOK35td_6g
:sparkle:
Je veux dédier
I want to dedicate...
And the Italian translation by Fabrizio de Andre:
:fire: :sparkle:
Merci beaucoup pour tout. Grazie mille. Thank you. All this is wonderful :smile:
Another funny but oh... so meaningful :nerd:
It won my heart :cool: :love:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHAvNp1DisA
Quoting Marina
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9nE2spOw_o
Too much Sugar is bad for you :mask:
During the French Revolution, Saint-Georges served as colonel of the first all-black regiment in Europe, the Légion de Saint Georges.
Today the Chevalier de Saint-Georges is best remembered as the first known classical composer of African ancestry. He composed numerous string quartets and other instrumental pieces, as well as operas. Here is a suite of violin concertos which I found quite enjoyable.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mt4B5Z8uLA
Interview With Pär Sundström from Sabaton I THE GREAT WAR Special
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVnMgtC5N34
They listen to the stories of the people whose countries they visit.
A fascinating and intelligent conversation.
Just wished they had included the songs being talked about !!
The words, if not the songs, are known to the audience and they shout them out during a performance.
I think that was in Serbia...
Also information about Bulgaria - and so on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aatr_2MstrI
I've been hearing symphonies
Before all I heard was silence
A rhapsody for you and me
And every melody is timeless
Life was stringing me along
Then you came and you cut me loose
Was solo singing on my own
Now I can't find the key without you
And now your song is on repeat
And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat
And when you're gone, I feel incomplete
So if you want the truth
I just wanna be part of your symphony
Will you hold me tight and not let go?
Symphony
Like a love song on the radio
Will you hold me tight and not let go?
I'm sorry if it's all too much
Every day you're here, I'm healing
And I was runnin' out of luck
I never thought I'd find this feeling
'Cause I've been hearing symphonies
Before all I heard was silence
A rhapsody for you and me
(A rhapsody for you and me)
And every melody is timeless
And now your song is on repeat
And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat
And when you're gone, I feel incomplete
So if you want the truth
I just wanna be part of your symphony
Will you hold me tight and not let go?
Symphony
Like a love song on the radio
Will you hold me tight and not let go?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah ah, ah
And now your song is on repeat
And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat
And when you're gone, I feel incomplete
So if you want the truth
Oh, oh, oh
I just wanna be part of your symphony
Will you hold me tight and not let go?
Symphony
Like a love song on the radio
Symphony
Will you hold me tight and not let go?
Symphony
Like a love song on the radio
Will you hold me tight and not let go?
Songwriters: Steve Mac, Ammar Malik, Ina Wroldsen, Jack Robert Patterson
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
I play a good game
But not as good as you
I can be a little cold but you can be so cruel
I'm not made of brick
I'm not made of stone
But I had you fooled enough to take me on
If love was a war
It's you who has won
While I was confessing it, you held your tongue
Now the damage is done
Well there's blood in these veins
And I cry when in pain
I'm only human on the inside
And if looks could deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside
I thought you'd come through
I thought you'd come clean
You were the best thing I should never have seen
But you go to extremes
You push me too far
Then you keep going till you break my heart
Yeah, you break my heart
See, I bleed and I bruise
Oh, but what's it to you?
I'm only human on the inside
And if looks could deceive
Make it hard to believe
I'm only human on the inside
And I crash and I burn
Maybe some day you'll learn
I'm only human on the inside
I stumble and fall
Baby, under it all
I'm only human on the inside
"The Blues Walk" (6:53)
Clifford Brown & Max Roach, 1955
The Clifford Brown and Max Roach Quintet
*
"Somethin' Else" (8:15)
Somethin' Else, 1958
composer Miles Davis, 1958
performer Cannonball Adderley & co
*
"Dat Dere" (8:47)
The Big Beat, 1960
composer Bobby Timmons, 1960
performer Art Blakey & The Jazz Messingers
Source:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/604120
Shouting out just ain't working.
Found this:
Music to Soothe Anger: "A Touch of Calm" - Calming, Peaceful, Harmony, Relaxing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=de2TdvDaS5A
But I think I just want to rage :rage:
Bang a few drums hard and long; better than head-banging against the wall...I suppose...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Q_ZzBGPdqE
Help! I need somebody
Help! Not just anybody
Help! You know I need someone
Help!
When I was younger, so much younger than today
I never needed anybody's help in any way
But now these days are gone and I'm not so self assured
Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the doors
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being 'round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please, please help me?
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways
My independence seems to vanish in the haze
But every now and then I feel so insecure
I know that I just need you like I've never done before
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being 'round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please, please help me?
When I was younger, so much younger than today
I never needed anybody's help in any way
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured
Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the doors
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being 'round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won't you please, please help me?
Help me, help me, oh
Songwriters: Lennon John Winston, Mccartney Paul James
For non-commercial use only.
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:up: 'Existential crisis' has never seemed so cheerful.
Well maybe ...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2kGyunJd1D8
Well now see what you gone and done - made me smile and cry at the same time :kiss:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPZ6CXuiHdQ
Lifted
Lighthouse Family
I'd really love to be alone without all the
Ache and pain and the April showers
But it ain't long before I long for you, like a
Ray of hope, coming through the blue moon
When it all gets dark again
The whole thing falls apart I guess
It doesn't really matter 'bout the rain
'Cause we'll get through it anyway
We'll get up and start again
'Cause we could be lifted, lifted, lifted
We could be lifted
From the shadows, lifted
Oh we could be, lifted up today
Lifted all the way, you and I forever
Baby, lifted, lifted, lifted, hey
It's undisturbable the peace we found
In a bright new space up above the clouds
Everything is understandable
You don't have to say anything too loud
When all our luck runs out again
We're brought back down to solid ground
I wouldn't say I'm mad about the rain
But we'll get through it anyway
We'll get back to the start again
'Cause we could be lifted, lifted, lifted
We could be lifted
From the shadows, lifted
Oh we could be, lifted up today
Lifted all the way, you and I forever
Baby, lifted, we could be lifted, we could be lifted, hey
We could be lifted, we could be lifted
We could be lifted, you and I forever
We could be lifted, we could be lifted
Yeah we could be lifted
We could be lifted up to new horizons
Lifted, lifted up today, lifted all the way
We could be lifted
From the shadows, lifted
Lifted upto new horizons
When it all gets dark again, it doesn't really matter 'bout the rain
Lifted (from the shadows)
When it all gets dark again, it doesn't really matter 'bout the rain
Lifted (Lifted upto new horizons)
We could be lifted (lifted)
From the shadows (lifted)
We could be lifted (lifted)
You and I forever baby (lifted)
Songwriters: Tucker, Brammer, Baiyewu
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
"Respect" (2:29)
I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You, 1967
writer Otis Redding (d. 1967)
performer Aretha Franklin
and a word of wisdom from Mick:
The Jesus of suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin...
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the Mom's and Brad's are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the Earth, in the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is, but what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much but it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care (etc.)
Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia
Land of make-believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make-believe
And it don't believe
And I don't care!
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying...
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
To the lights of masochists
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time!
I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah, you're leaving home..
That's OK - the rage I felt that day I knew would not last but it didn't go gently.
It's been building up and the dam burst...
Thanks for all the music. It helps with perspective. Some have even more reason to be angry given their circumstances. The homeless.
Quoting Olivier5
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBca3xf-j3o
Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb toward the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance, two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can?
And no one calls us to move on
And no one forces down our eyes
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun
Cloudless everyday
You fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
"Done Somebody Wrong" (2:20)
A-side single, 1960
Elmore James
*
"One of These Days" (5:57)
Meddle, 1971
Pink Floyd
All alone you smile already
On the first beat of the waltz
I am alone but I can see you
And Paris who beats the tempo
Paris who measures our emotion
And Paris who beats the tempo
Whispers to me, whispers softly
A waltz with three beats
Which still offers the time
Which gives itself the time
To offer itself detours
On the side of love
How charming it is
A waltz with four beats
It is much less dancing
It is much less dancing
But just as charming
As a three-beat waltz
A four-beat waltz
A waltz at twenty / with twenty beats
It is much more troubling
It is much more troubling
But much more charming
Than a three-beat waltz
A waltz at twenty / with twenty beats
A waltz with a hundred beats
A waltz in a hundred years
A waltz you can hear
At each crossroads
In Paris that love
Freshens up in the spring
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz that took the time
To wait for twenty years
For you to be twenty
And for me to be twenty
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand beats
Offers alone to the lovers
Three hundred and thirty-three times the time
To build a novel
On the second beat of the waltz
We are two, you are in my arms
On the second beat of the waltz
We both count, one two three, one two three
And Paris who beats the tempo
Paris measures our emotion
And Paris beats the tempo
We go hum, hum already
On the third beat of the waltz
We waltz finally all three
On the third beat of the waltz
There's you, there's love and there's me
And Paris who beats the tempo
Paris who measures our emotion
And Paris who beats the tempo
Let finally burst out its joy
A waltz with three beats
Which still gives itself the time
Who still has the time
To offer itself detours
On the side of love
How charming it is
A waltz with four beats
It is much less dancing
It is much less dancing
But just as charming
As a three-beat waltz
A four-beat waltz
A waltz at twenty / with twenty beats
It is much more troubling
It is much more troubling
But much more charming
Than a three-beat waltz
A waltz at twenty / with twenty beats
A waltz with a hundred beats
A waltz in a hundred years
A waltz you can hear
At each crossroads
In Paris that love
Freshens up in the spring
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand times
A waltz that took the time
To wait for twenty years
For you to be twenty
And me to be twenty
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand beats
A waltz with a thousand times
Offers alone to the lovers
Three hundred and thirty-three times the time
To build a novel
(Thank you DeepL)
Second star on the right, this is the path
And then straight until the morning
Then you'll find the road by yourself
It leads to the island that isn't
Maybe this will seem strange to you
But reason has got you carried away a little
And now you are almost convinced that
There cannot exist an island that isn't
And to think about it, what madness
It's a fairy tale, just a fantasy
And who is wise, who is mature knows
It cannot exist in reality
I agree with you, there is no land
Where there are no saints nor heroes
And if there are no thieves, if there's never war
Perhaps it is precisely the island that isn't
And it is not an invention
And not even a play on words
If you believe it, that's enough for you because
Then you can find the road by yourself
I agree with you, no thieves and no gendarmes
What kind of island is this?
No hatred, no violence, no soldiers, no weapons
Perhaps it is precisely the island that isn't
Second star on the right, this is the path
And then straight until the morning
You can't go wrong, because
It's the island that isn't
And they'll make fun of you if you keep looking for it
But don't give up, because
Who has already given up and laughs behind your back
Maybe is even crazier than you are
:point: And these ...
"Eureka (Live In Lisbon)" by Otomo Yoshihide's New Jazz Quintet
If you think that it's too repetitive, then, you just didn't get it.
[chorus 6x]
"Happy" (3:63)
Girl, 2013
Pharrell Williams
That's definitely all that I came back for.
Again, ?!
Rereading this thread ...
"Guerrilla Radio" (3:26)
The Battle of Los Angeles, 1999
Rage Against the Machine
:-) That's something I do too: post here a song brought to mind by a discussion on another thread.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rOiW_xY-kc
Everybody Hurts
R.E.M.
When your day is long
And the night, the night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough
Of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go
'Cause everybody cries
Everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (hold on)
If you think you've had too much
Of this life, well hang on
'Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand, oh no
Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
Of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
Everybody hurts, sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes
So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts
Songwriters: Peter Lawrence Buck, William Thomas Berry, John Michael Stipe, Michael Edward Mills
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWV4pFV5nX4
Sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
It's not always going to be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
Sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It's not always going to be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day
Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
It's not always going to be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away
Where I Have Found You Now
It's no good, as I can't sing, but it's kind of a bit deeper than almost all Folk musicians excluding Bob Dylan. I have kind of complex over not being able to sing, which plays into everything else. It's just what it is, though.
It's the first track. Don't fuck with us.
"The Sprawl" by Sonic Youth
We will not be fooled. It's about liberation for all, y'kow what I mean?
"Teen Age Riot" by Sonic Youth
It's just idk, man. It's just a world that you ought not to learn. The white world is fucked, man. We can't do anything. That is all that I've got.
Belgh...
They can always just use them to enforce whatever and it makes me terribly sad.
The 'song of storms":
"Joy Division " by Simon Joyner
I happen to be the "teenage brother who smoldered" under that "Joy Division poster".
No shit. What color isn't? :mask:
Quoting 180 Proof
I should seek to end it, but worry that my pretense doesn't continue it further.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OmBxVfQTuvI
What a difference a day makes
24 little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I'm a part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine
What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It's heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you
Source: Musixmatch
*virtual hugs to music lovers everywhere *
:love: :flower: :heart:
Somehow I've not heard (or do not remembering hearing) Dinah Washington's version of this song. Aretha Franklin's version (below) I've loved for decades, even more so if that's possible now realizing young Aretha sang it in honor of Ms. Washington just a couple of months after her passing. Thanks, Amity. :cool:
"What A Difference A Day Made" (3:32)
Aretha Sings the Blues, 1980
composer María Méndez Grever, 1934
performer Aretha Franklin, 1964
"I've Got a Feeling" (3:37)
Let It Be, 1970
writers Lennon-McCartney, 1968-1969
remixed by Giles Martin & Sam Okell, 2021
performers The Beatles
Lest the azure sky turn to mauve
To think of, or move on to something else
Would be better...
Flee from happiness lest it run away
Think that there is, over the rainbow
Always higher the sun above
Radiant...
To believe in heavens, to believe in the gods
Even when everything seems odious
When our hearts are set on fire and blood
Flee from happiness lest it run away
Like a little mouse in the corner of an alcove
See the tip of its pink tail
Its feverish eyes...
Flee from happiness lest it run away
Think that there is, over the rainbow
Always higher the sun above
Radiant...
To believe in heavens, to believe in the gods
Even when everything seems odious
When our hearts are set on fire and blood
Fleeing happiness lest it run away
Sometimes wanting to scream "save yourself!"
Who can go to the bottom of things
Is unhappy...
Flee from happiness lest it run away
Think that there is, over the rainbow
Always higher the sun above
Radiant...
To believe in heavens, to believe in the gods
Even when everything seems odious
When our hearts are set on fire and blood
Flee from happiness lest it run away
Tell me you still love me, if you dare
I wish you'd find something else
Something better...
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/613335
LESLEY DUNCAN | SING CHILDREN SING | Charity Single 1979
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4KRukPmfhU
Though you feel at times you just can't win
Sing, sing children, sing
That you give is known, so don't give in
Sing, sing children, sing
[Chorus 1]
Sing of the true way, sing of the time
Show them the new way, let your light shine
[Verse 2]
He who lights the fire, must surely burn
Turn, turn children, turn
From the ones who see, but will not learn
Turn, turn children, turn
[Chorus 2]
Turn from the darkness, turn all the way
Look for the sunshine – then don't turn away
[Verse 3]
For everyone who doesn't stand, must fall
Call, call children, call
And he who finds himself, then finds us all
Call, call children, call
[Chorus 3]
Call to the broken, call to the hate
L?t the word be spoken, b?fore it's too late
[Outro]
(Sing, sing...)
(Sing, sing...) well, you know you've got to keep on singing
(Sing, sing...) sing, my children, keep on singing
(Sing, sing...) think of all the sunshine you'll be bringing
(Turn, turn...) well, you know you've got to keep on turning
(Turn, turn...) there's a lot, we got to keep on learning
(Turn, turn...) turn, turn, turn
(Turn, turn...) learn, learn, learn
(Sing, sing...) mhm...
(Sing, sing...) yeah, you know you've got to keep on singing
(Sing, sing...) sing, sing, sing
(Sing, sing...) sing, sing, sing...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7S5iANxYIYQ
"Sunny came home to her favorite room
Sunny sat down in the kitchen
She opened a book and a box of tools
Sunny came home with a mission
She says "Days go by, I'm hypnotized
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire"
Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn't believe in transcendence
And it's time for a few small repairs, she said
Sunny came home with a vengeance
She says "Days go by, I don't know why
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire"
Get the kids and bring a sweater
Dry is good and wind is better
Count the years, you always knew it
Strike a match, go on and do it
"Oh, days go by, I'm hypnotized
I'm walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire"
Oh, light the sky and hold on tight
The world is burning down
She's out there on her own, and she's all right
Sunny came home
Sunny came home
Came home
Home"
"Roadhouse Blues" (4:04)
Morrison Hotel, 1970
The Doors
"You Can't Lose What You Ain't Never Had" (2:55)
B-side single, 1964
writer McKinley Morganfield
performer Muddy Waters
My country and Paris
By them always
My heart is thrilled[/i]
Josephine Baker will symbolically enter the French Panthéon in Paris left bank this month, following an online petition earlier this year. The Pantheon is where the fathers and mothers of the French republic are interred or honored. E.g. Voltaire, Rousseau, Victor Hugo or Jean Jaurès. This will make her the sixth woman at the mausoleum, alongside Simone Veil, Marie Curie and others. I would guess the second black person, after Alexandre Dumas.
However, the family did not want to disturb her, so her body will remain in Monaco... A plaque will be placed at the Panthéon instead, with an urn containing earth from St Louis, US where she was born, from Paris where she became a national entertaining idol, and from Château des Milandes, a castle where she raised her twelve adopted children from all origins (she called her family "The Rainbow Tribe") after WW2.
In WW2 she helped the resistance very effectively. Got the War Cross for it in 45.
She's now officially a Goddess of the French.
Unofficially, she reached that status soon after travelling to Paris in 1925 with her infamous, overtly sexual, racially exploitative and absurdist Banana Dance. I won't show this here, make your own search for it, you unwoke perverts!
The Final Cut (Video EP) 1983
1. "The Gunner's Dream" (5:07)
2. "The Final Cut" (4:46)
3. "Not Now John" (5:01)
4. "The Fletcher Memorial Home" (4:11)
songs composer Roger Waters, 1982
performers Pink Floyd
https://youtu.be/-ypsN2x8i0M (full album, 43:14)
Brought to memory by the discussion on suffering.
Orchestre Rouge - Soon Come Violence
[media]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zUjZUse_0YY
[/media]
Quoting 180 Proof
:death: :flower:
• NOT GUILTY :death: MAGA vigilante in Wisconsin (US)
• [TBD] three racist lynchers in Georgia (US)
(INJUSTICE & JACKBOOTS in time for "Thanksgiving")
[b]"Some
of
those
that
work
Forces
are ... the ... same ... that ... Burn ... Crosses"[/b]
[b]"Now ... you ... do ... what ... They ... told ... you
Now
you're
under
control!"[/b]
[quote=Albert Camus (on revolt)]Knowing whether or not man is free involves knowing whether he can have a master.
What is a rebel? A man who says no.[/quote]
"Fuck you! I won't do what you tell me!" :mask:
Snow Patrol - Isolation (John Lennon Cover)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_p606lpwRM
John Lennon, The Plastic Ono Band
People say we got it made
Don't they know we're so afraid?
Isolation
We're afraid to be alone
Everybody got to have a home
Isolation
Just a boy and a little girl
Trying to change the whole wide world
Isolation
The world is just a little town
Everybody trying to put us down
I-Isolation
I don't expect you to understand
After you've caused so much pain
But then again, you're not to blame
You're just a human, a victim of the insane...
We're afraid of everyone
Afraid of the sun
Isolation
The sun will never disappear
But the world may not have many years
I-Isolation
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
--------
John Lennon (ISOLATION)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYTRyoKR2oo
The raw, real deal :sparkle:
Still making some noise...not in isolation :heart:
Quoting Wiki -
CD 1
U2: Instant Karma
R.E.M.: #9 Dream
Christina Aguilera: Mother
Aerosmith Give Peace a Chance
Lenny Kravitz: Cold Turkey
The Cure: Love
Corinne Bailey Rae: I'm Losing You (live)
Jakob Dylan & *Dhani Harrison: Gimme Some Truth
Jackson Browne: Oh, My Love
The Raveonettes: One Day At A Time
Avril Lavigne: Imagine
Big & Rich: Nobody Told Me
Eskimo Joe: Mind Games
CD 2
Green Day: Working Class Hero
The Black Eyed Peas: Power To The People
Jack Johnson: Imagine
Ben Harper: Beautiful Boy
Snow Patrol: Isolation
Matisyahu: Watching The Wheels
The Postal Service: Grow Old With Me
Jaguares: Gimme Some Truth (Spanish)
The Flaming Lips: (Just Like) Starting Over
Jack's Mannequin feat. *Mick Fleetwood: God
Duran Duran: Instant Karma
a-ha: #9 Dream
Tokio Hotel: Instant Karma
Regina Spektor: Real Love
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Make_Some_Noise_(campaign)
Now let's get it all in perspective
Shift the objective, you've been misdirected
What's the purpose of another song to step to
If you stepping in the wrong direction
Thug introspection
Mindframe in the fast lane
Through with cocaine
Time's up, time to maintain
Before a nigga gets drafted
Cause you the number one pick, corn bread, cotton-crafted
Them people's army shot another brown kid today
And all you strapped little boys let 'em get away
So what you packin' for
You packin' for the war?
They gonna ship you out and put you and your mans on tour
Yeah, your Hummer came in handy
Son, your Air Force 1s are sandy
You'd better peep the plan, B
Before you call yourself a soldier
Get caught up on the wrong side and your little party's over
Put your blunt down, no time to front now,
Put your drink down, time to think now
We on the brink now
Where my peeps at, where the streets at?
Same cats that stole you is using you to steal Iraq
[Gunshot] Yo, I say let 'em shoot
My tongue is my gun aiming for the truth
They got a silencer and aimin' straight at the youth
And all their talk of terrorism's nothing but a spoof
We was the first type of oil that they ever stole
Nah, f*ck the oil metaphor son, we was gold
But let the truth be told, we was platinum
Now they want a deal and asking us to back them
War, don't start none, won't be none
We fighting for freedom
Yeah they say they is but son I don't believe them
Cause when there's violence in the hood you never see them
Unless they starting it
They got their heart in it
Now they got you thinking money is power
You're counting dead pres by the hour
And the one that's living, the Bible thumping Christian
Like y'all niggaz trying to cross out the mission
Listen, power is vision
You're keeping it real in a neighbourhood that's government sealed
Yo, let the truth be revealed
Before your freedom has failed and the innocent killed
[Gunshot] Yo, I say let 'em shoot
My tongue is my gun aiming for the truth
They got a silencer and aimin' straight at the youth
And all their talk of terrorism's nothing but a spoof
I'm hip to your games
Hip to the science of war
Propaganda make me fight but what am I fighting for?
My way of life, means and rights, give or take less or more
See through the eyes of the poor, plus I'm black to the core
Ignorance is on tour, booking stadiums and more
The days of Hitler painted pictures patriotic with gore
You raise a flag on a land, snatch a bald eagle's claw
And send a symbol on your currency to finance your war
I'm saying no
Not in my name, not in my life
Not by my hands, that ain't my fight
Not in my name
You wage a war against terrorists and violence
And try to wave your guns and fear us all into silence
No. Not in my name, not in my life
Not by my hands, that ain't my fight
Not in my name
You built your empire with natives and slaves
Like the truth on resurrect waging war from it's grave
"It Don't Come Easy" (3:04) Live
writers R. Starr (& G. Harrison), 1970
performer Peter Frampton, 2020
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcuwbHwI5d0
Jeanne Moreau-Le Tourbillon De La Vie (in Jules et Jim)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcVcwwo8QFE
@Olivier5 Comment vas-tu ?
A fair translation ?
The life swirl
She was wearing rings on every finger,
Lots of bracelets around her wrists,
And she sang with a voice
Which beguiled me immediately.
She had opal eyes,
Which fascinated me, which fascinated me.
And the oval of her pale face
Of a femme fatale who was fatal to me {2x}.
We met, we recognized each other,
We lost touch with each other, then all over again,
We met again, we warmed each other up,
Then we left each other.
On our own we went back
Into the swirl of life
One night I saw her again, oh my,
It's been ages already {2x}.
By the sound of the banjos, I recognized her.
This curious smile which had appealed me so.
Her so fatal voice, her beautiful pale face
Moved me more than ever.
I got drunk while listening to her.
Alcohol makes you forget about time.
I woke up feeling
Kisses on my burning hot forehead {2x}.
We met, we recognized each other,
We lost touch with each other, then all over again,
We met again, we left each other,
Into the swirl of life.
We went on spinning
Both entwined
Both entwined.
Then we warmed each other up.
On our own we went back
Into the swirl of life
One night I saw her again, oh my,
She fell into my arms again.
When we've met,
When we've recognized each other,
Why lose touch then,
Lose touch again ?
When we've found each other again,
When we've warmed each other up,
Why leave each other then ?
So we both went back
Into the swirl of life
We went on spinning
Both entwined
Both entwined.
French
Le tourbillon de la vie
Elle avait des bagues à chaque doigt,
Des tas de bracelets autour des poignets,
Et puis elle chantait avec une voix
Qui, sitôt, m'enjôla.
Elle avait des yeux, des yeux d'opale,
Qui me fascinaient, qui me fascinaient.
Y avait l'ovale de son visage pâle
De femme fatale qui m'fut fatale {2x}.
On s'est connus, on s'est reconnus,
On s'est perdus de vue, on s'est r'perdus d'vue
On s'est retrouvés, on s'est réchauffés,
Puis on s'est séparés.
Chacun pour soi est reparti.
Dans l'tourbillon de la vie
Je l'ai revue un soir, hàie, hàie, hàie
Ça fait déjà un fameux bail {2x}.
Au son des banjos je l'ai reconnue.
Ce curieux sourire qui m'avait tant plu.
Sa voix si fatale, son beau visage pâle
M'émurent plus que jamais.
Je me suis soûlé en l'écoutant.
L'alcool fait oublier le temps.
Je me suis réveillé en sentant
Des baisers sur mon front brûlant {2x}.
On s'est connus, on s'est reconnus.
On s'est perdus de vue, on s'est r'perdus de vue
On s'est retrouvés, on s'est séparés.
Dans le tourbillon de la vie.
On a continué à toumer
Tous les deux enlacés
Tous les deux enlacés.
Puis on s'est réchauffés.
Chacun pour soi est reparti.
Dans l'tourbillon de la vie.
Je l'ai revue un soir ah là là
Elle est retombée dans mes bras.
Quand on s'est connus,
Quand on s'est reconnus,
Pourquoi se perdre de vue,
Se reperdre de vue ?
Quand on s'est retrouvés,
Quand on s'est réchauffés,
Pourquoi se séparer ?
Alors tous deux on est repartis
Dans le tourbillon de la vie
On a continué à tourner
Tous les deux enlacés
Tous les deux enlacés.
https://lyricstranslate.com
*
"Moonlight Drive" 3:00
Strange Days, 1967
The Doors
[i]"When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Yeah
When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
When the music
is your
special friend
Dance on fire
as it intends
Music is your
only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends,
"Alive!" she cried
Waiting for me
Out
...... side
Before I sink
into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream
of the butterfly
Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet, very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today
What have they done to the earth, yeah?
What have they done to [b]our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered[/b]
and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the
side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and
dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it
We want the world and we want it
Now
Now?
NOW!!![/i]
[b]Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus
Save us![/b]
[i]So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Well, the music
is your
special friend
Dance on fire
as it intends
Music
is your
only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end"[/i]
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EC1kAKRZMc0
"When the Music's Over" (11:00)
Strange Days, 1967 (2017 mono mix)
The Doors
NB:The Intro was inspired by Herbie Hancock's "Watermelon Man" (1962) ...
She tells a true love story without words.
"Watermelon Man" 7:09
Takin' Off, 1962
Herbie Hancock
yeah – fff-fUNK it up, griot! :fire:
"Watermelon Man" 6:29
Head Hunters, 1973
Herbie Hancock
w/ lyrics
"Paint It Black" (3:46)
A-side single (UK), 1966
The Rolling Stones
Ahora, by Bomba Estéreo
I'm here
I'm sitting in the right place
At the right moment, at the right time
Let your heart open
And repeat this mantra:
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine"
Here the sky merges with the sea
The wounds started to come out
Carrying what must be carried
I can walk barefoot through the sand
And I can hear the sound of your voice
I can see the brightness of all the stars
And in all of them, see myself
I can swim deep deep inside
In the inside sea, as when missing you
And in these depths find my center
And then I feel like you're here
I'm good
Now
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
The wind smells fresh, smells like salt
Marks will remain on the skin
Where soul and body will unite
I can imagine that you feel what I feel
With a thought, everything can change
Everything in this life has its time
Even them, I dream, will get it
It can get you up in the morning
And look at the 'cute' things in front of you
The green sunrise of the jungle
So that I know you are here
I am here, you are here, I am here now
I am here, you are here, I am here now
Sorry Amity, I haven't been on TPF much lately. Yes, it's as fair a translation as can be. :-)
I love the growing complicity between Paradis and Moreau on the first vid, how they start the song far away from one another, and end it holding hands.
Yes. I noticed. Hope you're well. Here now and fine.
Quoting Olivier5
Yes, moving :sparkle:
Get up it's decided
Let me replace you
I will take your pain
Slowly without making a sound
As we wake up the rain
I will take it your pain
She fights she struggles
But won't resist
I will block the elevator
Sabotage the switch
I will take your pain
But who is this squatter
This storm before the summer
Dirty bitch of a little sister?
I'm going to confiscate everything
Her darts and her whistle
I will spank her
Kick her out of recess
I will take your pain
But who is this heiress
Who bathes, who lies down
In the lukewarm water of your loins?
I will take away her dessert
Make her bite the dust
Of all those who have nothing left
Of all those who are no longer hungry
I will take your pain
Tell me that science gives a fuck
To when, this bridge between our bellies?
If it hurts where you're afraid
It doesn't hurt where I'm thinking!
What does this bitch want?
Her cake and eat it too?
That you live or that you die?
She must die of happiness
Get a new pair of shoes
She must be overflown with flowers
Change color
I'm going to play the doctor
I will take your pain
Tell me that science gives a fuck
To when, this bridge between our bellies?
If it hurts where you're afraid
It doesn't hurt where I'm singing!
Get up, stand up
She wants you
We will all go to paradise, even me
Blessed or cursed, we'll go
With all the nuns and all the thieves
All the sheep and all the bandits
We'll all go to heaven
We'll all go to heaven, even me
Blessed or cursed, we'll go
With the saints and the assassins
The ladies and also the whores
We'll all go to heaven
Don't believe what people say
Your heart is the only real church
Let a little wave rock your soul
Don't be afraid of the color of flames in hell
We'll all go to heaven, even me
Whether we believe in God or not, we will go
Whether we did good or we did bad
We'll all be invited to the ball
We'll all go to heaven
We'll all go to heaven, even me
Whether we believe in God or not, we will go
With Christians, with pagans
And even dogs and even sharks
We'll all go to heaven, especially me
:fire:
Quoting Olivier5
Mais...où est le paradis?
According to some philosophers, paradise is here on earth; it happens when we treat each other right.
Si l'enfer c'est les autres, le paradis aussi.
An old Jewish story has it that one good rabbi from Riga was so righteous in the way of God that He granted him a wish. He sent an angel to deal with it. Our good rabbi made the wish to see heaven and hell, so that he could tell his community about them.
The angel first carried him to hell.
Surprisingly, hell was a luxurious garden. The rabbi walked around and reached a beautiful palace, in which he found people sitting on both sides of a long table loaded with all sorts of delicious looking food. But the people looked all sad, angry and emaciated. That's because both their hands were tied to long wooden spoon with which it was totally impossible for them to eat.
So our good rabbi thought (wrongly): "So this is hell: being constantly tempted but unable to satisfy oneself."
Then he was brought to heaven. There was the same luxurious garden, the same beautiful castle, and in it, people sitting along a similar table, with the same long spoon bound on their hands. But they were all eating, and merry, because they were serving each other food across the table with their long spoons...
The rabbi was amazed. Out of charity he asked to go back to hell so he could explain to those poor souls this very simple solution to their problem.
When he reached there, and told one man at the table of hell that he should try and feed the guy in front of him, and vice versa... the man replied: "I'd rather be hungry for eternity than feed this asshole!"
And then it sunk into our hero's mind that hell and heaven are just the way we treat each other.
I've got the keys to heaven
I who have never got anything
I've got the keys to paradise
They're just a little rusty
I found them on the street
I know, it seems incongruous
They were just there lying
I pocketed them
I can't be blamed for anything
I'm not the prettiest of the lot
But I've got a great trousseau
The keys to paradise
I've got the keys to heaven
Of course, that makes me feel better
I've got the keys to paradise
The trouble is I can't find the door
Is it really worth my while to torture
Thirty-six billion locks?
It's hopeless, I'll gain nothing,
Just a good backache
I'm not the smartest of the lot,
What do I do with this trinket?
The keys to paradise
There's this guy who's as lost as I am
We go out together sometimes
He'd like us to live together
I answer him "get lost!"
I'm not the nicest of the lot
But hey, I leave him as a gift
The keys to paradise
It's the keys to paradise
No shit
It's the keys to heaven
I swear to you
The song struck me as well because the lyrics have a double meaning. It is first and foremost a love song and recounts the longing for a loved one. The band is very political, critical and leftist. It is also about political struggle and the sacrifices made for it. One might even conjecture a religious / philosophical interpretation. In our travel to come to knowledge and discover the world we will eventually fall, but be taken up in the cycle of life. The ambivalence is strengthened because Turkish is a gender neutral language.
When this city is overcome by solitude
A bird dies silently in its sleep
you wish to get up and leave it all
the dark streets blind, deaf and mute
Hey, you who sets out wrapped in love
You should know these roads wind through mountains.
And if you fall before you reach her (him / it),
the echo of your longing will still ring tomorrow
Hey you who sets out wrapped in love
You should know, these roads wind through mountains.
And if you fall before you reach her,
the echo of your longing will still ring tomorrow
At dawn and new day breaks
your heart is sharpened by longing
A small stream springs from you
The river will grow
and flowers will bloom at your banks
At dawn and new day breaks
your heart is sharpened by longing
A small stream springs from you
The river will grow
and flowers will bloom at your banks
Hey you who sets out wrapped in love
You should know, these roads wind through mountains.
And if you fall before you reach her,
the echo of your longing will still ring tomorrow
Bu kente yanl?zl?k çöktü?ü zaman
uykusunda bir ku? ölür ecelsiz
al?pta ba??n? gitmek istersin karanl?k
sokaklar kör sa??r dilsiz
Ey sevda ku?an?p yolara dü?en
Bilesin bu yollar da?lar dolan?r
Yare ula?madan dü?ersen eyer
Yarin hasretinin yank?s? kal?r
Ey sevda ku?an?p yolara dü?en
Bilesin bu yollar da?lar dolan?r
Yare ula?madan dü?ersen eyer
Yarin hasretinin yank?s? kal?r
Gecenin ucunda gün aralan?r
Yar sevdas? ile yürek bilenir
S?z?l? bir ?rmak u?urlar seni
Su olup akars?n
K?r çiceklenir
Gecenin ucunda gün aralan?r
Yar sevdas? ile yürek bilenir
S?z?l? bir ?rmak u?urlar seni
Su olup akars?n
K?r çiceklenir
Ey sevda ku?an?p yolara dü?en
Bilesin bu yollar da?lar dolan?r
Yare ula?madan dü?ersen eyer
Yarin hasretinin yank?s? kal?r
She told me yesterday
It burst in the air
Like a gunshot
I think I don't love you anymore
She threw out yesterday
Between the cheese and the dessert
Like my corpse into the sea
I think I don't ?love you anymore
Your skin is like sandpaper
Under my fingers
I look at you and I cry
Just for nothing, like this
For no reason I cry
I cry in big gushes
Like in front of an onion I cry
Let's stop here
Lalala lalalalalala
She said
Lalala lalalalalala
She said
I think I don't ?love you anymore
Get up, get up
Don't blow your nose in my dress
Not this time, get up
You have no smell anymore
Your lips are the marble
Of the tomb of our love
She told me -- her blood was cold --
When I make love to you, I think of him
When I make love to him
I don't think of you anymore
Lalala lalalalalala
She said
Lalala lalalalalala
She said
I think I don't love you anymore
She said yesterday
It burst in the air
Like an old thunderclap
I think I don't love you anymore
I look at you, I see nothing
Your footsteps leave no trace
Next to mine
I don't blame you
I'm not mad at you anymore
I just don't have a fire anymore
In the belly -- it's like that
Lalala lalalalalala
She said
Lalala lalalalalala
So I turned off the TV
I couldn't find the courage
To throw myself out the window
I'm well past the age to die of love
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????????????????????????
?????? ??????
The same adults who told you to fill your
heart with dreams as a child,
as you grow older
they nag you repeatedly to face reality
don't let the bastards who can't believe
in anything but the commonplace ideas in their own heads
lead you on a dance
dance how you want.
"Within You, Without You" (5:28) Instrumental
The Beatles Anthology 2, 1996
composer, G. Harrison, w/ G. Martin (arranger), 1967
lyrics George Harrison
The Beatles
such a great album... :heart:
you ever get into any Return to Forever or Mahavishnu?
Weather Report, Steps Ahead, Michael Brecker, Mike Stern, VSOP, ... oh yeah, back in the 80s I was (still am) a huge late 60s to late 70s "fusion" fan and caught more than my share of live shows in Manhattan & Boston jazz clubs throughout the decade (which I'd spent most of living in upstate NY where I'd (eventually) finished my undergrad @Syracuse). Anyway, excuse the run-on (my buzz is exceptionally nice tonight) ... :smirk:
My naked body on the floor
I’ve hurt myself for years
My hand on my eyes
Don't want to remove it
Yet there’s no place for the weak
There's no place for regrets
My heart on the floor
Stand up, don't be a fool
I've got those noises in my head and I want it to stop but in vain oooh
I open my eyes a little, colors, photos come back to me oooh
All these noises in my head must stop
I lost my mind
Where is the way home?
Come what may
I will find the keys to reason
I lost my head
Where is the way home?
Come what may
Come what may...
I don't care if people stare at me
Who are they to judge me?
Father forgive me, yeah
Insolent, I was
In my brother's eyes
My slaps, he received more than once
And on my mother's cheeks
Rivers flowed...
I've got those noises in my head and I want it to stop but in vain, oh
I open my eyes a little, colors, photos come back to me, oh
All these noises in my head must stop
I lost my mind
Where is the way home?
Come what may
I will find the keys to reason
I lost my head
Where is the way home?
Come what may
Come what may...
Yep, that's the one I heard and saw. Maybe Mick's voice is the reason for it, but you can find the lyrics all over the internet.
Heard this song and found it real nice. Though I don't have the lyrics, it seems pretty deep. Below is an interview the author gave about it.
With the album 1958, Blick Bassy worked on the historical figure of Ruben Um Nyobè, known as Mpodol, the central figure of the UPC (Union des Populations du Cameroun). This political party was founded in 1948 and banned in 1955. It opposed the colonial organisation and then the governance favoured by the French state which, under the guise of independence, organised a system, later called Françafrique[i], in which it retained its political and economic interests. Resistance fighters and their supporters were fought with terror, lies and blood.
What motivated you to work on this subject?[/i]
Blick Bassy: I was born and raised in Cameroon. In our school books it was said that Ruben Um Nyobè was a terrorist, but when I went back to my village, close to Boumnyebel where he was killed [on 13 September 1958], everyone claimed his heritage. Between the terrorist in the school books and the village where he was an example for everyone, it was complicated for me. My mother lived for two years in the forest with my grandfather. They lived a few kilometres from Boumnyebel, in the area where the maquisards were. As all the adults were tortured because they were suspected of knowing where they were, they fled. When my mother told this story, it was like a kind of tale for me and when I grew up I wanted to make a tribute.
I felt a kind of unease too, wondering what it meant to be from Cameroon because Cameroonians never thought of this. All their political, economic, cultural or educational models have nothing to do with their reality, their traditions or even their ecosystem. I grew up in this space where everything is conditioned so that when you become an adult, you want to go and see the original model, because the environment is a kind of a fake little France, made up in a hurry. Moreover, it's a kind of prison from which, if you want to get out, you need a visa, which you can't be sure of getting even if you have the necessary money. When you look closer, you realise that the port or the airport are managed by foreigners and that the president of Cameroon is also protected by foreigners. We are told that this is our country, but it is the foreigners who live best in this space that is supposed to be the place of our emancipation.
I realised that all the people of my generation or those before me felt a kind of malaise, almost an identity crisis. Who are we really? It is very complicated because we are in a kind of machine in which we try to have an existence that has nothing to do with reality. While asking myself these questions I thought that I had to go back to the source to understand what was going on and I stopped on this character of Mpodol. It reminded me of everything that had happened with my mother's story, knowing that my father was on the other side because he was in the police force with the French, so he took part in the hunt for those who were called maquisards. This family situation was complex.
When I went back up, I discovered all this, I went to question many people in Cameroon, my grandfather told me about it in a whisper because he was still afraid that they would come and get him.
Beyond the fact that Ruben was fighting to be free, he was already raising issues that are still very present today, whether it be gender equality, equal pay, the right to work and to be paid as one should. He also spoke about segregation and even about what some people call anti-white racism, or about tribalism which is very strong in Cameroon today. He was someone who had an amazing vision and intelligence. In my own way, I had to bring this story back to the table, because we Cameroonians still haven't come to terms with it all. We have not stopped, we have always continued to move forward in this sort of corridor in which the colonial power put us, and we are moving forward without knowing where it all leads.
https://www.auxsons.com/focus/lhistoire-longtemps-cachee-du-cameroun-contemporain/
"(What Did I Do to Be So) Black and Blue" (4:52)
Satch Plays Fats, 1955
composer Fats Waller, 1929
lyrics H. Brooks & A. Razaf, 1929
performer, Louis Armstrong, 1955
Just another manic Monday - the Bangles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsmVgoXDq2w
It helps if when you're feeling blue, someone calls you out of it.
And the weather calms, after a series of storms.
Thanks. A beautiful and unusual listen. A story worth telling and repeating.
I missed this thoughtful reply.
Quoting Olivier5
Don't you just love being both? :halo: et :naughty:
There are times I watch and listen to this. It calms me, even though I no longer can believe in any God... it's in Italy!
Some humans can make a difference, even if they are called 'Saints'.
Prayer of St. Francis,(Make Me A Channel of Your Peace) sung by Angelina, EWTN
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI1Gst7pEqc
You know me well...
I visited Assisi once but I know very little about St Francis, still.
There was a time when I knew St Francis a little.
And I would have given my eye teeth to visit Assisi...
Andrea Bocelli Devil and the Angel
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=eLRzSGHlA5c
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=A60xWr-nqv0
Renaud wrote about his own two sides in the following song, implying that we are all part Dr Jekyll, part Mister Hyde. He has indeed two distinct styles: one ultra-sarcastic, and one very romantic.
"Renard" means "fox". "Gainsbare" is a nickname for Gainsbourg's seedy side. Dominique is Renaud's ex-wife.
Doctor Renaud, Mister Renard
As there were Gainsbourg and Gainsbare
There's Renaud and the Renard
Renaud drinks only water
While the Renard runs on Ricard.
One side white, one side black
No one is just ugly or beautiful
Half angel, and half asshole
That's what we gonna see...
Renard is a hellish drinker
Renaud is as sober as a sparrow
When Renaud goes to bed
Renard collapses in the gutter.
Renaud is afraid of smoking joints
Because they make you stupid
Renard rolls them up just fine
To blow away his skull.
Renaud tries - it's his job
To write nice little stories
To touch his audience
And amuse the kids.
At the tip of his pen,
Renard only finds clichés
Dark thoughts inspired by gloom
And paranoia.
Renaud suffers all the ills
Endured in this barbaric world
He carries them
Like a cross on his back.
But the biggest injustice
Only makes the cynic Renard laugh.
He snides at this whole mess
If the whole world would die tomorrow
Renard would rather rejoice.
Renaud chose the guitar
And poetry and words
As somehow ridiculous weapons
To castigate all the bastards.
Renard - it's his anarchist side
Spits on all the ideals
He can't care less
For the most beautiful deed
Renaud should be praised
Because in love - and that his pride
He is as tender as a lamb
For one single story.
Renard rubs himself against all flesh
And only has one-night stands
With the ugly and the cute
Renard is quite the little pervert.
As they both turned 50,
Despair is growing and
Renard is bound to take over Renaud.
Today, he lost his love
His beautiful Dominique
She leaves the villain Renard
But will always love Renaud.
Thanks again for a wonderful song and translation of the lyrics.
The story straight from the knowing heart and mind.
How very human...our struggles without and within...
'Dans cette chanson, Renaud évoque son combat contre l’alcoolisme.' - French wiki.
:hearts:
The French text is much better than my translation, BTW. He writes in thick Parisian slang, and I learnt English in books. I don't speak any English slang.
I can't remember why I so wished to visit Assisi.
Possibly steeped in a religious phase - when it felt good to be 'good' and bad when I was 'bad' ( drinking alcohol, having fun, being that devil).
The tension between the different needs and wants.
Who was I pleasing and why?
Embarking on a pilgrimage of sorts...to find answers.
That's what philosophy is good for.
Glad to find and be part of it...
It can be heaven or it can be hell.
And that's quite all right :sparkle:
Yes. Got that :cool:
Edit: ah, you wrote more...
Quoting Olivier5
I read the French lyrics and nearly posted them but I'm tired.
All kinds of slang slung about. Makes life interesting...if confusing at times.
Fais de beaux rêves...
This may be a bit easier to follow. Must be the only pop song mentioning Derrida.
Je suis africain - Rachid Taha
Je suis Africain
Africain du Nord au Sud
Je suis Africain
Dedans comme dehors
Je suis Africain
Je n’ai pas le rythme dans la peau
Je suis Africain
Un albinos afro
Africain
J’aime, j’aime l’Afrique
Africain
Fantasmagorique
Africain
De New York au Congo
Africain
Dieu a la même peau
Je suis Africain
De Paris à Bamako
Je suis Africain
Du Fuji au Kilimandjaro
Mandela ?
Africain !
La Kahina ?
Africain !
Malcom X ?
Africain !
Kateb Yacine ?
Africain !
Jimi Hendrix ?
Africain !
Jacques Derrida ?
Africain !
Angela Davis ?
Africain !
Frantz Fanon ?
Africain !
Lumumba ?
Africain !
Sankara ?
Africain !
Bob Marley ?
Africain !
Hampâté Bâ ?
Africain !
Aimé Césaire ?
Africain !
Rachid Taha ?
Africain !
God, maybe, or your vision of Him. Parents, often. Your self-esteem too, perhaps.
There are worse saints than Francis, if you ask me. He is interesting as an early supporter of ecology and animal rights. Current pope Francis chose his papal name in reference to Francis of Assisi, for this very reason. St Francis is modern, in this sense, as the patron saint of ecology.
Yes but still I wanted to post the words here. Perhaps to see how you derived the meaning...
Quoting Olivier5
:smile:
Just what I needed; a delightful release from reading the Guardian and politics.
'Fantasmagorique' - word of the day :cool:
Quoting Olivier5
I don't have rhythm in my skin ?
It doesn't matter what skin you are in, we're all the same.
We sing and dance to our own music...the rhythm of a pulsing life. Inside and out.Quoting Olivier5
Quoting Olivier5
God has the same skin?
Hmmm. God is human?
Jacques Derrida.
What's the African connection?
Interesting set of characters in the video. Pretty sure I spotted Dr. Who...
Pleasing all of the above. Perhaps not getting to know and please myself...
Do we ever?
Quoting Olivier5
Ah yes, I'd forgotten that. I am not a Catholic and don't have much time for Popes or Saints. But the kind spirit of the man, that's another thing altogether.
Quoting Amity
That's what I meant. I'm not a catholic anymore, but I still like a few guys in that church.
OK. Thanks for intro. How did you get to know him and his music?
I am always intrigued by that and the endless surprises on this thread...
'A few guys' :chin:
A cover of Clash and another of his songs posted earlier.
Luck will still smile on us brother-Ukrainians.
Our enemies will vanish, as the dew does in the sunshine,
And we, too, brothers, we'll live happily in our land.
We’ll not spare either our souls or bodies to get freedom
And we’ll prove that we, brothers, are of Kozak kin.
[media]https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bHzHlSLhtmM
[/media]
The lyrics constitute a slightly modified original first stanza of the patriotic poem titled "Ukraine Is Not Dead Yet," written in 1862 by Pavlo Chubynsky, a prominent ethnographer from the region of Ukraine's capital, Kiev. In 1863, Mykhailo Verbytsky composed music to accompany Chubynsky's text. The first choral performance of the piece was at the Ukraine Theatre in Lviv, in 1864. The song was first the national anthem of the Ukrainian People's Republic, Carpatho-Ukraine and later the independent post-Soviet Ukraine.
Singing and performance of the song was banned when Ukraine became part of the Soviet Union in 1922.
The official lyrics were changed slightly to say, "Ukraine's freedom has not yet perished, nor has her glory," instead of "Ukraine isn't dead yet, nor her glory or freedom," NationalAnthems.info says. Still, some online sites continue to use the "has not yet died," phrasing.
There's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mister Krushchev said, "We will bury you"
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It'd be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too
How can I save my little boy
From Oppenheimer's deadly toy?
There is no monopoly on common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology,
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the president
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie we don't believe anymore
Mister Reagan says, "We will protect you"
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
We share the same biology,
Regardless of ideology
But what might save us, me and you
Is if the Russians love their children too
That I knew that this would happen
That things would go this way
But I cannot deceive you,
This was never planned
I know that you're the right girl but
Do you think that I am the right man?
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Too late, so deep, better run cause
(but I don't wanna fall in love)
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight
(I don't wanna)
You say it's not a problem,
You say it's meant to be
But love is not an option,
Our love is never free
And things are not so easy,
So cold and we've been burned
I know that I'll have regrets but
That's the price of one more lesson learned
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Too late, so deep, better run cause
(but I don't wanna fall in love)
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight
(I don't wanna)
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Too late, so deep, better run cause
(I don't wanna fall in love)
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight
(I don't wanna fall in love)
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Too late, so deep, better run cause
(I don't wanna fall in love)
Right face wrong time, she's sweet
(But I don't wanna fall in love)
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't think straight
(I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
:death: :fire:
[i]"When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Yeah
When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
When the music
is your
special friend
[b]Dance
on
fire[/b]
as it intends
Music
is your
only friend
Un-
til the end
Until the end
Until the
end
Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends,
"Alive!" she cried
Waiting for me
Out–
side
Before I sink
into [b]the
big sleep[/b]
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream
of the butterfly
Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We're gettin' tired
of hangin' around
Waitin' around with
our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet, very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today
What have they done to the earth, yeah?
What have they done to [b]our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered[/b]
and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the
side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and
[b]dragged
her[/b]
down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down
to the ground
We want the world and we want it
We want the world and we want it
Now
Now?
NOW!!![/i]
[b]Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus
Save us![/b]
[i]So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Well, the music
is your
special friend
[b]Dance
on
fire[/b]
as it intends
Music
is your
only friend
Un-
til the end
Until the end
Until the
end"[/i]
"When the Music's Over" (11:00)
Strange Days, 1967 (2017 mono mix)
The Doors
NB:The Intro was inspired by Herbie Hancock's "Watermelon Man" (1962) ...
I dive upside down, attracted by ecstasy
A green swirl illuminates the sirens
The reflection of torches in turquoise vomit
The most beautiful trip is the carnival
The most beautiful trip is the carnival
Oh, the carni...
The carni...
Yes, endorphins have gone up
Drawing a bow in the night
From the color of opiates
Under the vault, I faint
I'm pulling my head out of our
Games, in which I see myself dead
I am alone with the gold of the water
Under the surface of the dawn
I leave the comings and goings of souls
On the other side of the diving board
In the distance the reflection of the din
From a carnival
From a carnival becoming black
The black carnival
The black carnival
The black carnival
The black carnival
The celestial circle drawn by screams
My glasses fray the spectrum of fountains
Eyes glued to the sky all faces shine
The most beautiful trip is the carnival
The most beautiful trip is the carnival
Oh, the carni...
The carni...
Yes, endorphins have gone up
On the other side of the diving board
The color of opiates
Of a carnival
Of a carnival becoming black
The black carnival
In the distance, I see the black carnival
Give A Little Bit - Supertramp
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WA7JY1OoxnU
"Bend Down Low" (3:21)
Natty Dread, 1974
Bob Marley and the Wailers
*
"Keep A-Knockin (But You Can't Come In)'" (2:22)
A-side single, 1957
Little Richard :fire:
*
oh, laurie, grrl ?
"Young Blood" (4:07)
Rickie Lee Jones, 1979
Rickie Lee Jones
"A shadow is cast wherever he stands, stacks of green paper in his red right hand".
I am thinking of the song in the context of radicalization, polarization, propaganda, the attraction of violence on anxious minds.
"Goodbye Blue Sky" (2:45)
The Wall, 1979
Pink Floyd
"Little Wing" (6:50) instrumental
The Sky is Crying, 1991 (1984 unreleased)
writer Jimi Hendrix, 1967
performer Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble
"Little Wing" (2:24)
Axis Bold As Love, 1967
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
"Ain't No Sunshine" (2:03)
Just As I Am, 1971
Bill Withers
The world is a ploy...
The world is a ploy
To train you and shame you
A leash of employ
The rake sweeps and servers, dry leaves are the weak
A breakthrough could break you the day that you see
Hanging by a thread to the miniature things
Our loved ones are leaning on something they can't see
If you want to take, if you want to give
When you find a meaning, you'll find it short-lived
The gifts and opportunities that come or go or stay
The buttons there for you to push are only in the way
Buttons so vivid, your soul could seem gray
The world all around you entices you to play
Come on! Come out!
You have a choice to make
The push button glows in wait...
The more you believe, the less that you think
The less that you think, the more that you speak
The more that you speak, the less that you see
The less that you see, the more you believe
The world is a ploy, the world is a ploy
A break-through will break you, a break-through will break you
The less they are thinking, the more they believe
My loved ones are leaning on something they can't see
Come on! Come out!
Come on! Come out!
"Nobody Love Me But My Mother" (1:26)
Indianola Mississippi Seeds, 1970
B.B. King
Not just love, not just that
Traces of time that linger
There's a contract in these words
You say love has its language
But words are useless to me
If you need phrases to hold hostage
Like a seal on a parchment...
Then know that I
Know that
Know that I...
There is death in "I love you"
There is "I see only you"
Die to the world, to its poems
To read one's own rhymes only
A dishonest stratagem
These three words do not affirm
There is a question in "I love you"
That asks "do you love me too?"...
Then know that I
Know that
Know that I...
She had a baby all alone
She made a baby on her own
It was in those crazy years
When dads were out of fashion
Ooh, she made a baby on her own
She chose the father scientifically
For his genes, his astrological sign
Ooh, she made a baby on her own
And she runs all day long
She runs from December to summer
From nanny to babysitter
From diapers to snack time
And she smokes, smokes, smokes even at breakfast
She unmakes her big bed by herself
She lives like in those magazines
Where money and men are facile
Ooh, she makes her bed all by herself
And she runs all day long
She runs from December to summer
The garage, the gym and the blues all alone
And the girlfriends crying for hours on the phone
She assumes, -sumes, -sumes her new femininity
And she runs all day long
She runs from December to summer
From nanny to babysitter
From the diapers to snack time
And she smokes, smokes, smokes even at breakfast
She calls me when she's blue
When she can't sleep
I take her to the movies, I give her hugs
I make her laugh
Am a bit like a big brother, a little incestuous when she wants
And then, her kid is almost my kid
Except he's got blue eyes
She did make a baby on her own
There's hate
We've got more than just love to trade
There's hatred too
It must go out
We must dump it somewhere
Look down from the golden sky
The earth is a miracle shining for the blind
Look down on the end of time
The earth is a flash of fire in the night
Creature, wake up
My brother, open your eyes
My sister
The sun wants you to rise
And heal the world
Stand up
Grow up
And heal the world
You were born with a prisoner's eyes
But you broke your chains now you wander with the sky
One with the vision of the fire inside
You carry through the darkness
O how you know the darkness
You've fallen into the abyss and the abyss made you a monster
But your love was strong
And you won the light
And the sky cracked open
And the angels cried
Creature, wake up
My brother, open your eyes
My sister
The sun wants you to rise
And heal the world
Stand up
Grow up
And heal the world
World, world, world, world
But your soul was strong
And you faced the night
It was in your love
It was in your light
Crying
Creature, wake up
My brother, open your eyes
My sister
The sun wants you to rise
And heal the world
Copyright 2021 :smile:
I used to sell chickweed but it didn't work
I sold ties, but people were broke
I sold scissors and razor blades
Corozo combs, files and choppers
I tried strawberries, I dabbled in lilies
I repaired chairs, fixed bidets
I was pulling my cart over the wrong pavement
I was about to lose my mind, but finally made it!
I ride a Cadillac through the streets of Paris
Now I understand life
I've got a mansion, three servants and a driver
And the cops greet me like one of them
I sell cannons, short and long
Big ones and small ones, in all sizes and prices
There's always a buyer for these delicate instruments
I'm a cannon dealer, come see me for your children!
Cannons for sale!
With your scrap metal we forge these devices
That will make a mess of the neighbors
It gives work to all the laborers
And everyone plans to start a new home
They make money, they make kids
They get the insurance and the child benefits
It doesn't matter because when they grow up
They'll go out in a dizzy to die for a few francs!
I used to sell cannons in the streets of the earth
But my business was too successful
I've made all the cemetery makers rich
But now I'm travelling on foot
All my good customers have died, singing
And all alone I go without a care
At the corner of old streets, the heart happy, the foot light
I dance the Carmagnole, there's no one left on the pavement!
Cannons on sale!
Joe Jackson - Forty Years
(On the 40th anniversary of the end of World War II)
Here in Berlin
People line up to get in
To wait for the end
Living in glorious sin
They've looked around
And now there is no looking back
To when rivers ran red
Now it's the sky that grows black
[b]Shadows are cast
As two giants roam over the earth
We light a match
But what is that little flame worth[/b]
Once allies danced and sang
But it was forty years ago
Here in D.C.
They talk about 'Euro-disease'
And how the French
Are always so damn hard to please
Motions are passed
In Brussels but no one agrees
And no one walks tall
But no-one gets down on their knees
Once allies laughed and drank
But it was forty years ago
Where I come from
They don't like Americans much
They think they're so loud
So tasteless, and so out of touch
Stiff upper lips
Are curled into permanent sneers
Self-satisfied
Awaiting the next forty years
Once allies cried and cheered
But it was forty years ago
Coltrane "Live" at the Village Vanguard (36:31), 1962
A1. Spiritual 00:00
A2. Softly As In A Morning Sunrise 13:45
B1. Chasin' The Trane 20:23
Soprano & Tenor Saxophones – John Coltrane
Bass Clarinet – Eric Dolphy (tracks: A1)
Piano (side one) – McCoy Tyner
Bass (side one) – Reggie Workman
Bass (side two) – Jimmy Garrison
Drums – Elvin Jones
Recorded at The Village Vanguard, NYC, November 2 and 3, 1961
David Bowie's translation of the best song every written about my home town. Well one of the best written songs ever if you ask my totally unbiassed ;) opinion. so here is the original too...
And here is a version in Dutch from a local folk band:
Nice one 180 proof. I never listened to it from that angle, but indeed. It makes me think of an interesting quasi theological concept: parousia, an always present manifestation of the divine. Which I would explain immanently as the feeling of being in love or of longing for a certain someone. Our metaphysics is built on the experience of a concrete other.
:fire: Platonic love(?)
Not surprised that you have divined my interpretation of Mr. Withers channeling 'Socrates' paean to Xanthippe / the daimon' (pace Plato). :up:
This one never gets old. It is here dedicated to the oh-so-perfect philosophers who perfectly concluded that all political systems are equally immoral, and that it's all just a matter of 'flag waiving'.
Well they're still racing out at the trestles
But that blood it never burned in her veins
Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview
And a style she's trying to maintain
Well if she wants to see me
You can tell her that I'm easily found
Tell her there's a spot out 'neath Abraham's bridge, and tell her
There's a darkness on the edge of town
There's a darkness on the edge of town
Well everybody's got a secret, son
Something that they just can't face
Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it
They carry it with them every step that they take
'Til some day they just cut it loose
Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down
Where no one asks any questions
Or looks too long in your face
In the darkness on the edge of town
In the darkness on the edge of town
You know some folks are born into a good life
And other folks get it anyway, anyhow
Well now I lost my money and I lost my wife
Them things don't seem to matter much to me now
Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop
I'll be on that hill with everything I got
With our lives on the line where dreams are found and lost
I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost
For wanting things that can only be found
In the darkness on the edge of town
In the darkness on the edge of town
Ne me demande pas pourquoi
Je ne ressens ni joie ni peine
Quand tes yeux se posent sur moi
Si la solitude te pèse
Quand tu viens à passer par là
Et qu'un ami t'a oubliée
Tu peux toujours compter sur moi
Je ne peux plus dire je t'aime
Sans donner ma langue à couper
Trop de serpents sous les caresses
Trop d'amours à couteaux tirés
Si dure que soit la solitude
Elle te ramène à ton destin
La loi du grand amour est rude
Pour qui s'est trompé de chemin
Je ne peux plus dire je t'aime
Ne me demande pas pourquoi
Toi et moi ne sommes plus les mêmes
Pourquoi l'amour vient et s'en va?
Si la solitude te pèse
Quand le destin te mène ici
Et qu'un ami t'a oubliée
Tu peux toujours compter sur moi
Et qu'une amie vienne à manquer
Tu peux toujours compter sur moi
Is easy to do
The things you wanted
I bought them for you
Graceless lady
You know who I am
You know I can't let you
Slide through my hands
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer
A dull aching pain
Now you've decided
To show me the same
No sweeping exit
Or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter
Or treat you unkind
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
I know I've dreamed you
A sin and a lie
I have my freedom
But I don't have much time
Faith has been broken
Tears must be cried
Let's do some living
After we die
Wild horses
Couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses
We'll ride them some day
"When I'm Sixty-Four" (2:37)
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967
writers Lennon-McCartney (1956)
performers The Beatles
Sometimes i don't know the reason why
So i guess i'll keep gamblin'
Lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just waitin' around to die
Well one-time friends I had a Ma
I even had a Pa
He beat her with a belt once cause she cried
She told him to take care of me
She headed down to Tennessee
It's easier than just a -waitin' around to die
I came of age and found a girl
In a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and she hit it on the sly
Well i tried to kill the pain
I bought some wine I hopped a train
Seemed easier than just waitin' around to die
Then a friend said he knew where
Some easy money was
We robbed a man and brother did we fly
But the posse caught up with me
Drug me back to muskogee
Now it's two long years, waitin' around to die
Now i'm out of prison
I got me a friend at last
He don't steal or cheat or drink or lie
His name is codeine
And he's the nicest thing i've seen
And together we're gonna wait around to die
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude you taunt me
With memories that never die
I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad
In my solitude
I'm praying
Dear Lord above
Send back my love
I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad
In my solitude
I'm praying
Dear Lord above
Send back my love
Et son iris absinthe
Tandis que Marilou s'amuse à faire des vol-
-utes de sèches au menthol
Entre deux bulles de comic strip
Tout en jouant avec le zip
De ses Levi's
Je lis le vice
Et je pense à Carroll
(Lewis)
Dans son regard absent
Et son iris absinthe
Tandis que Marilou s'évertue à faire des vol-
-utes de sèches au menthol
Entre deux bulles de comic strip
Tout en jouant avec son zip
À entrebâiller ses Levi's
Dans son regard absent
Et son iris absinthe, dis je
Je lis le vice
De Baby Doll
Et je pense à Lewis
Carroll
Dans son regard absent
Et son iris absinthe
Quand crachent les enceintes
De la sono lançant
Accords de quartes et de quintes,
Tandis que Marilou s'esquinte
La santé, s'éreinte
À s'envoyer en l'air,
Lorsqu'en un songe absurde
Marilou se résorbe,
Que son coma l'absorbe
En pratiques obscures
Sa pupille est absente,
Et son iris, absinthe,
Sous ses gestes se teinte
D'extases sous jacentes
À son regard le vice
Donne un coté salace
Un peu du bleu lavasse
De sa paire de Levi's
Tandis qu'elle exhale
Un soupir au menthol
Ma débile mentale
Perdue dans son exil
Physique et cérébral
Joue avec le métal
De son zip et l'atol
De corail apparaît
Elle s'y coca colle
Un doigt qui en arrêt
Au bord de la corolle
Est pris près du calice
Du vertige d'Alice
De Lewis
Carroll
Lorsqu'en songes obscurs
Marilou se résorbe
Que son coma l'absorbe
En des rêves absurdes
Sa pupille s'absente,
Et son iris absinthe
Subrepticement se teinte
De plaisir en attente
Perdu dans son exil
Physique et cérébral
Un à un elle exhale
Des soupirs fébriles
Parfumés au menthol
Ma débile mentale
Fait teinter le métal
De son zip
Et, Narcisse,
Elle pousse le vice
Dans la nuit bleue lavasse
De sa paire de Levi's
Arrivée au pubis,
De son sexe corail
Écartant la corolle
Prise au bord du calice
De Vertigo, Alice
S'enfonce jusqu'à l'os
Au pays des malices
De Lewis
Carroll
Pupilles absente,
Iris absinthe,
Baby Doll
Écoute ses idoles:
Jimi Hendrix, Elvis
Presley, T-Rex, Alice
Cooper, Lou Reed, Les Rol-
-ling Stones elle en est folle
Là d'ssus cette narcisse
Se plonge avec délice
Dans la nuit bleue pétrole
De sa paire de Levi's
Elle arrive au pubis
Et très cool au menthol
Elle se self-controle
Son petit orifice
Enfin poussant le vice
Jusqu'au bord du calice
D'un doigt sex-symbol
S'écartant la corolle
Sur fond de rock and roll
S'égare mon Alice
Aux pays des malices
De Lewis
Carroll
The English translation of the poetic German is rather pathetic...
So what's the story, guaranteed accuracy, enhanced CD
Latest technology, darts at treble twenty
Huge non-recoupable advance, majors be vigilant
I excel in both content and deliverance
So let's put on our classics and we'll have a little dance, shall we?
No sales pitch, no media hype
No hydro, it's nice and ripe
I speak in communications in bold type
This ain't your archetypal street sound
Scan for ultrasound
North, South, East, West and all round
And then to the Underground
You say that everything sounds the same
And then you go buy them
There's no excuses, my friend
Let's push things forward
As we progress to the check point
I wholeheartedly agree with your viewpoint
But this ain't your typical garage joint
I make points which hold significance
That ain't a bag it's a shipment
This ain't a track, it's a movement, I got the settlement
My frequencies are transient and resonate your eardrums
I make bangers not anthems, leave that to the Artful Dodger
The broad shouldered fifty-one percent shareholder
You won't find us on Alta Vista
Cult classic not bestseller, you're gonna need more power
Plug in the free phase and the generator, crank it up to gigawatts
Critics, ready with your pot shots, the plot thickens
Put on your mittens for these sub zero conditions
But remember I'm just spitting, remember I'm just spitting
Once bitten, forever smitten
You say that everything sounds the same...
Spit jewels like Eastern riches, junkie fixes
Around here we say 'birds', not bitches
As London Bridge burns down Brixton's burning up
Turns out you're in luck, I knows this dodgy fuck in the Duck
So it's just another show flick for your local city poet
In case you geezers don't know it, let's push things forward
It's a tall order but we're taller, calling all maulers
Back street brawlers, corner shop crawlers, victory's flawless
Love us or hates us but don't slate us
Don't conform to formulas, pop genres and such
Sharp darts, double dutch, parked cars troubles you much
With more bud - let's - push - things - forward
You say that everything sounds the same... Etc.
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream!
:fire:
De notre amour fou ne resterait que des cendres?
Moi,
J'aimerais que la terre s'arrête pour descendre
Toi,
Tu me dis que tu n'vaux pas la corde pour te pendre
C'est à laisser ou à prendre
Joie
Et douleur c'est ce que l'amour engendre
Sois
Au moins conscient que mon coeur peut se fendre
Soit
Dit en passant j'ai beaucoup à apprendre
Si j'ai bien su te comprendre
Amour cruel
Comme en duel
Dos à dos et sans merci
Tu as le choix des armes
Ou celui des larmes
Penses-y, penses-y
Et conçois que c'est à la mort, à la vie
Quoi?
De notre amour feu ne resterait que des cendres?
Moi,
J'aimerais que la terre s'arrête pour descendre
Toi,
Tu préfères mourir que de te rendre
Va donc savoir, va comprendre...
You get annoyed, you buy a flat, you hide behind the mat
But I know she was born to do everything wrong with all of that
Maria Bethânia, please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Bethânia
Please, send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
She has given her soul to the devil but the devil gave her soul to God
Before the flood, after the blood, before you can see
She has sold her soul to the devil and bought a flat by the sea
Maria Bethânia, please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Bethânia
Please, send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Everybody knows that it's so hard to dig and get to the root
You eat the fruit, you go ahead, you wake up on your bed
But I love her face 'cause it has nothing to do with all I said
Maria Bethânia, please send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Better, better, Beta, Beta, Bethânia
Please, send me a letter
I wish to know things are getting better
Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face
Mother will never understand why you had to leave
But the answers you seek will never be found at home
The love that you need will never be found at home
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy
You were the one that they'd talk about around town as they put you down
And as hard as they would try they'd hurt to make you cry
But you never cried to them, just to your soul
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Crying to your soul
Cry, boy, cry
Well, yeah-ish.
In a semi-comatose, vague kinda hand-waving way :roll:
Part of me wants to be here, the other three-quarters and a half not so much :confused:
Sorry for the deletion. I think it was 'All Things Must Pass'.
And then I thought, "Nah, don't start..."
See what I mean?
Thanks for askin' :sparkle:
Welcome anyway! And no offense, but that could fit any and all TPFer... Me included!
In your honor, a teaser from a production of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake by the Monte Carlo Ballets. This show is highly recommended if you can find it. The story is about a girl beloved by prince Siegfried, but who turns into a swan at night due to being under a sorcerer's spell.
Somebody like you, I guess. Personally I turn into a pig at night.
I found the dance of the swans scene:
And an unusual yet charming backstage footage to boot:
Thank you for the welcome words, images and sounds. Fantastique :cool:
Fortunately, you are quite wrong about my description fitting other TPF participants.
In a way, we dance around in a kind of hierarchy, some more fit and flexible than others.
We play our parts, don't we?
Quoting Olivier5
It's been some time since I attended any ballet or big stage production
This version of Swan Lake takes a minute to adjust to. Great find!
Apart from enjoying the scenes and choreography - why did one part remind me of an American musical? - we could, if we wanted to, bring in the philosophical element.
To engage with identity and change. Or the tensions between good and evil.
When is a swan not a swan?
A pig is a pig is a pig.
Ah no, just sit back and let the music and dance of life flow :flower:
Yup :smile:
Bellamy Brothers - Let Your Love Flow (1976)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQQj2rQBFvA
:hearts:
There's a reason for the sunshine sky
And there's a reason why I'm feelin' so high
Must be the season
When that love light shines all around us
So let that feelin' grab you deep inside
And send you reelin' where your love can't hide
And then go stealin'
Through the moonlit nights with your lover
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream
And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams
And let your love show
And you'll know what I mean, it's the season
Let your love fly like a bird on a wing
And let your love bind you to all living things
And let your love shine
And you'll know what I mean, that's the reason
There's a reason for the warm sweet nights
And there's a reason for the candle lights
Must be the season
When those love rites shine all around us
So let that wonder take you into space
And lay you under its loving embrace
Just feel the thunder as it warms your face
You can't hold back
...
Songwriters: Larry E. Williams. For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch
I'm sure I have heardn't this song since when it was new on my transistor AM radio at summer camp. :sparkle: :clap:
Another oldie from that era ...
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/680466
Because it is not you usual ballet, it "quotes" or includes elements of European cabaret culture, Broadway musicals à la Cats and Hollywood musicals.
The show was filmed onstage during COVID (I think) so~ it's a different feel than your usual TV ballet: the dancers are filmed up close and they look into the camera. It takes some getting used to.
:smile:
Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know...
Some songs bear repeating :cool:
If only for the memories...
Yes, I got that it was out of the ordinary. Not your traditional.
What I meant was that I received a strong impression in the first video of an American musical but I couldn't think which one.
See 2.01 to 2.08.
Perhaps West Side Story...
I am not a fan of Cats but I do appreciate how the feathers quivered here.
The backstage footage was quite cheeky as it charmed.
Quoting Olivier5
Ah, thanks for pointing that out. Yes, I see it now. Thanks.
The tune just fine but the words...
This morning it was, "I can't stand the pain. On my window. Rain"
The song:
I Can't Stand the Rain - Ann Peebles (1974)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A09GZeORYlo
And then I thought about previous themes on this thread. Love. Weather. Whatever.*
The Hollies - Rain On The Windows
"RAIN ON THE WINDOW" is a song from the 1967 album "Evolution".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cz-rIM_KKbs
When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window
Reminds me of her
When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window
It was raining hard
The trees looked bare the night I met her
She was wet her hands were cold
The wind blew through her hair
Though I'd known her quite a long time
We were just good friends
So it didn't seem so strange
Inviting her back home
We sat by the fire
The flames brought out something in her
Melting all the cold
Projecting warmth I never knew
As the rain beat on my window
Did she understand
That in the glow of dying embers
Everything was planned
When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window
Reminds me of her
When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window
Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
We made love later on that night
While the rain beat on my window
I can't forget the things that happened
While the rain beat down on my window
Next time I saw her
I knew she didn't want to know me
If I disappointed her
I think she should have told me
Can't she understand
I only tried to be a man
She made me feel so ashamed
Of everything I am
When I hear pitter-patter
The rain on the window
Reminds me of her
When I hear pitter-patter
The rain on the window
Reminds me of her
When I hear pitter-patter
The rain on the window
Reminds me of her
Songwriters: Graham Nash, Tony Hicks, Allen Clarke. For non-commercial use only.
*
Thanks for all your continuing hard work.
Introducing new songs, experiences and persevering in stormy weather.
Me? I'm staying well out of the heat.
Chillin' :cool:
"Rain" (3:02)
The Beatles Rock Bank Custom DLC, 2020
writers Lennon-McCartney, 1966
The Beatles
How perfect. How do you find them?
Shine, the weather's fine.
I hear ya'.
:hearts:
"Riders on the Storm" (6:13)
Need For Speed Underground 2, 2004
writers The Doors, 1971
performers Jim Morrison, feat. Snoop Dogg (Fredwreck Remix)
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/724942 :point: :sparkle:
I found someone to love
I found someone
Quelqu'un pour rire
Quelqu'un pour parler
Quelqu'un pour se battre
Quelqu'un pour se fâcher
Quelqu'un pour vivre
Quelqu'un pour se quitter
Sur qui cracher, à caresser
I found someone to love
I found someone
Un pour dormir
Un pour s'ennuyer
Un à embrasser
Un à énerver
Un à lécher
Un pour rigoler
Un pour ramper
Un à surprendre
Quelqu'un à étonner
Quelqu'un à regarder
Quelqu'un à frapper
Quelqu'un pour s'esquinter
Quelqu'un pour se blesser
Quelqu'un pour changer
Quelqu'un à inventer
Quelqu'un à maudire
I found someone to love
I found someone
Quelqu'un pour rire
Quelqu'un pour parler
Quelqu'un pour se battre
Quelqu'un pour se fâcher
Quelqu'un à fuir
Quelqu'un pour revenir
Quelqu'un à démolir
Quelqu'un à retrouver
"Time"
Dark Side of the Moon, 1973
Pink Floyd
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=flbVTa0dIZo
In the sunshine
Every little thing feels fine
Sunshine
I was dreaming in a dream tonight
On a cloud I was riding high
Fixing a hole in the sky
The stars disappeared with a kiss
And left us the morning mist
We're helpless to resist
Sometimes
The sun shines
In my heart
And every little thing feels fine
I woke up and now I'm feeling strange
Like a pawn that got lost in a game
I'd like to dream it again
Things may go bump in the night
The world is dark but the moon is bright
Here comes
The sunshine
Sometimes
In my heart
Every little thing feels fine
Every little thing feels fine
Here comes
The sunshine
Sometimes
In my heart
Every little thing feels fine
In the sunshine (sunshine)
Sometimes (sunshine)
Every little thing (sometimes) feels fine (sunshine)
In the sunshine (sunshine)
Every little thing feels fine
:cool:
Lightning Seeds - Four Winds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCVXSPoETek
The year was '65
Outside your room was where I'd lie
To hear those Dylan tunes
In the afternoon
We never seemed to share a point of view
And thunderclouds were never far away
And every day
I guess you got those blues
And when you get those blues
There's nothing you can do
I wish four winds could blow you home
Back to when we'd sit and find a way
To face today
I guess you got those blues
And when you get those blues
There's nothing you can do
No one to turn to
When you get those blues
When you get those blues
There's nothing you can do
Songwriters: Ian Broudie. For non-commercial use only.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqWkBk2ixs8
George Harrison, Jeff Lynne
Vicious words drift away from their meanings
And the sun melts the chill from our lives
Helping us all to remember what we came here for
This is love
This is la la la la love
This is love
This is la la la la love
Little things that will change you forever
May appear from out of the blue
Making fools of everybody who don't understand
This is love
This is la la la la love
This is love
This is la la la la love
This is love, this is love
This is love, this is la la la la love
Since our problems have been our own creation
They also can be overcome
When we use the power provided free to everyone
This is love
This is la la la la love
This is love
This is la la la la love
This is love
This is la la la la love
This is love
This is la la la la love
This world has ears and rocks have eyes
Nature loves to hide
The world is a bush full of fiery eyes
Nature loves to hide
I've travelled a lot, I was observed
I was observed and unaware
I've travelled a lot unaware I was observed, I was observed
We are not alone (Good news for life)
We are not alone (Good news for life)
We are not alon? (Good news for life)
We ar? not alone (Good news for life)
We don't see them (Good news for life)
We don't see them (Good news for life)
We don't see them (Good news for life)
We don't see them (Good news for life)
We are not alone (Good news for life)
Yeah, we are not alone (Good news for life)
We are not alone (Good news for life)
We are not alone (Good news for life)
We don't see them (Good news for life)
We don't see them (Good news for life)
We don't see them (Good news for life)
We don't see them (Good news for life)
We are not alone (Good news for life)
Yeah, we are not alone (Good news for life)
Yeah, we are not alone (Good news for life)
We are not alone (Good news for life)
Pink Floyd. Unique.
Experimental sounds, philosophical lyrics, insane themes, live shows.
What's not to like?
So, did you change your job or your attitude?
Did you pick your own wars or battles?
Change. Of cages challenging.
I think we can all think of inspirational song quotes.
After a breakup and feeling sorry for myself, I wrote 2 words on my wall poster.
A reminder that things don't stay the same forever.
I had been listening to Lesley Duncan (perhaps wrong move with melancholy).
This is Love.
I woke up with this in my ears and on my mind.
Thinking about how it would be if we concentrated more on love rather than hate.
Together with a bit of humour, I love the final minutes of this.
George spreading pop star legs, laughing at it himself...
Also, See 1:07
Quoting Amity
Close-up of guitar-playing about 1:40.
I seem to recall it was my senior year in high school (c1980) when Mr. Waters' gave me this "short sharp shock" ... of recognition(?). I must have spent the next few years rummaging through his sonic night-sweats and melodic fevers of Pink Floyd's albums from Meddle to The Final Cut, an ordeal that didn't quite "destroy" me, but left me (as the Joker said in his best Freddy parody) a little stranger by the mid-80s – my lost decade.
"Nobody Home" (3:20)
The Wall, 1979 (live 1980?)
lyrics Roger Waters
Pink Floyd
Listening to "We're not alone" now.
It's 'We Are Not Alone'.
Important not to commatise it, I think.
I discovered it after re-visiting and being inspired by @Benkei's Short Story (Comp1)
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/11530/were-not-alone-by-aibenkei
Yes. And I love seeing and hearing how strong or not-so-strong songs have an impact.
The powerful Pink Floyd compared to the softer Lesley Duncan.
Lesley was also a session singer and contributed backing vocals to Pink Floyd's 1973 release The Dark Side of the Moon.
This thread is growing into a love shack, baby.
Shack
noun
A very simple and small building made from pieces of wood, metal, or other materials
Synonym: hut
:cool:
I think that's @Hanover's place.
Pretty sure I caught sight of one of his goats.
Better not go there...
This happens to me a lot. I think my subconscious is speaking to me via songs, reminding me important stuff I need to mind, through the lyrics of songs popping into my head for no obvious reason.
In your case, it would be an expression of pain, that replaced the word 'rain' in the lyrics you recreated mentally. I am sorry that you are going (apparently) through some pain. The best song I know about that is unfortunately written for a man, and in French, but here is an attempt at a translation:
Hey Manu, get yourself home
Your beer’s awash with tears
The pub’s about to close
And you’re pissing off the barman
I never believed a guy in leather
Could cry like you do
I didn’t even think
You were capable of suffering
I was forgetting that your tattoos
And your knife blade
Are really just a way to protect
Your big soft heart
Don’t do anything stupid Manu
Don’t go slashing your wrists
One woman lost
Ten pals that come back
We were all shacked up
While you were single
You used to say “I’m bored shitless
And I’d like to save myself”
You met this chick
Who was good for no one
You said “she’s the one for me,
Or something ain’t right”
You were a bit hasty
Getting her name tattooed
In the place where your
Big stupid heart beats
Don’t do anything stupid Manu
You’re hurting me mate
One woman lost
It’s ten pals that come back
[b]I tell you we’re wolves;
We’re meant to live in packs,
But never in couples
Or not for very long[/b]
Us lot, we sent our chicks packing
Donkey's years ago
You, you’re still in the blink
With yours and freaking out
Hey Manu, [b]living free
Often means living alone
That can be a bellyache
But it’s good for the soul[/b]
Don’t do anything stupid Manu
Hatred ain't good for nothing
One woman lost
It’s ten pals that come back
She’s not in love anymore
Time to sling your hook Manu
She can’t be happy
In the arms of a hooligan
If when you tell her “I love you”
She asks for a light
If she has a migraine
As soon as you’re in the sack
Tell her that you’re sorry
That you must have been walking
On the wrong side of the road
The day you met her
You must’ve got your wires crossed
Don’t do anything stupid Manu
Don’t go slashing your wrists
One woman lost
It’s ten pals that come back
:-)
"A lyric from The B-52’s hit song “Love Shack,” tin roof, rusted is interpreted by some to mean “pregnant,” usually with an unintended baby."
Is anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, come on down
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax, relax, relax
I need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child, I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
OK, OK, OK
Just a little pin prick.
There'll be no more, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up, stand up, stand up.
I do believe it's working good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on, it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look, but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child has grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
The thing is with: Quoting Amity
Appreciate your thoughts.
I wasn't in any physical pain. Unless as part of the brain strain, of being human.
'I can't stand the pain'.
Perhaps stemming from frustration at powerlessness in the face of...everything that's wrong.
'On my window'. Reflections of a glass barrier between the external and internal.
'Rain'. Good or bad, life 'weather' depending.
Way too much thinking on stuff that passes through your mind.
Not always as important as we think it is, and then again...
Enjoy the day :sparkle:
But nobody is listening :groan: so I've come here for some...er...attention :starstruck:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/13331/the-art-act-or-end-of-attention
What happens when we don't pay attention...?
What does it cost?
Pay Attention
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
And I hit cars
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
And I start wars
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
(You know what I mean
You know what I mean)
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
(You know what I mean
You know what I mean)
[Chorus]
So if I ask you a question, don’t answer it
And if I send you an email, don’t hit “reply”
'Cause I don’t know why, know why, I sent it in the first place
And if it´s in the best interest, I’ll think of it
But if it’s not, oh well, I can’t deny
That I don’t know why, know why
I’m still a part of this human race
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
And I burn toast
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
And it hurts you to the most
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
(You know what I mean
You know what I mean)
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
(You know what I mean
You know what I mean)
REPEAT CHORUS X3
Our probable next PM. Already making trouble.
https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2022/aug/02/liz-truss-dismissal-of-attention-seeker-sturgeon-will-horrify-scots-says-snp
Pity idiot Truss and the Tories can't be ignored :meh:
Here come the Pretenders...gotta love Chrissie...
Brass in Pocket
The Pretenders
I got brass in pocket
I got bottle, I'm gonna use it
Intention, I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice and
Got motion, restrained emotion
Been driving, Detroit leaning
No reason, just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my, imagination
'Cause I going make you see
There's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special
(Special)
So special
(Special)
I got have some of your attention, give it to me
I got rhythm, I can't miss a beat
I got a new Skank, so reet
Got something, I'm winking at you
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my, imagination
Oh, 'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special
(Special)
So special
(Special)
I got to have some of your attention, give it to me
'Cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special
(Special)
So special
(Special)
I got have some of your attention, give it to me
Ohh, in when you are
Songwriters: Chrissie Hynde, James Honeyman Scott
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
Have been thinking about this, and just now got around to answering...
I changed jobs, but it applies to everything. It's that feeling of hollow success, where you've mastered the task, gained the respect, have become the go to person, and you could coast the rest of the way in the safety of the confines of the cage, where you have the lead role. You have all the trappings of success, but a trap is the worst accomplishment of them all.
The walk on part in the war, though, there's no cage. It's the chaos and uncertainty of the moment. It's wondering if you're going to make it or if the next day will be at all like the last.
It's freedom. It's the lack of clinging to all the trappings of safety and comfort. It's pure expression, no one confining you, not trapped in by the fear you may lose. The bullets flying too fast to think about rest.
It's that manic state that knows no bounds, and it's the realization that the cage held no safety at all, but it assured a slow cutting off and a death. It's realizing if you can survive the war, you're invincible.
So yeah, that lyric means a lot to me. And that it's part of a song that wishes someone was here, who critically is gone, well that's another story, but part of what it means to be at it without much else to lose, dependant only on what you've got right then and there. Not having to cling to anything at all.
Clinging. The worst of things. Hanging tight like your life depends on it when it's letting go where life begins.
A ramble I know, but maybe that adds clarity. Or not. But that's what I heard when I heard the song.
Thank you. Worth the wait.
Quoting Hanover
There's always another story...more lyrics which mean a lot, in different ways.
Quoting Hanover
You should know me by now. I love a good ramble and listening to another do the same :hearts:
It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing, ohh ohh ohh
There's one thing you gotta do, to make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now, stop sobbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop, stop, stop, stop
It is time for you to laugh instead of crying
Yes it's time for you to laugh so keep on trying, ohh ohh ohh
There's one thing you gotta do, to make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now, stop sobbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Each little tear that falls from your eyes
Makes, makes me want
To take you in my arms and tell you
To stop all your sobbing
There's one thing you gotta do, to make me still want you
Then there's one thing you gotta know, to make me want you so
Gotta stop sobbing now, stop sobbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now, gotta stop sobbing now
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now, gotta stop sobbing now
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Songwriters: Ray Davies. For non-commercial use only.
Just for you, rosebud :wink: :hearts: :flower:
What It’s Like
[Verse 1]
We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
"Get a job, you fucking slob" is all he replies
[Hook]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
[Verse 2]
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said: "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll; I'm the man you've been dreamin' of"
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her calls
And she sweared, "Goddamn, If I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls!"
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the door:
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore!
[Hook 2]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
[Bridge]
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad and the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked the baddest dimes
At least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends
On where you start
[Verse 3]
I knew this kid named Max, he used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late, liked to get shit faced and keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gunfight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it comes that way, at least that's what they say when you play the game
[Hook]
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
To have to lose...
Not exactly mainstream. Why?
Just got around to listening to this. It's so good :cool:
Woke up cold one Tuesday
I'm looking tired and feeling quite sick
I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life
So I quickly opened the wardrobe
Pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt that seemed clean
Topped it off with a pair of old shoes
That were ripped around the seams
And I thought these shoes just don't suit me
Hey, I put some new shoes on
And suddenly everything is right
I said, hey I put some new shoes on
And everybody's smiling, it's so inviting
Oh short on money but long on time
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine
And I'm running late and I don't need an excuse
Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes
Woke up late one Thursday
And I'm seeing stars as I'm rubbing my eyes
And I felt like there were two days missing
As I focused on the time
And I made my way to the kitchen
But I had to stop from the shock of what I found
A room full of all my friends dancing round and round
And I thought hello new shoes
Bye bye blues
[chorus]
Take me wandering through these streets
Where bright lights and angels meet
Stone to stone they take me on
I'm walking to the break of dawn
[repetitions]
Songwriters: Paolo Giovanni Nutini, Matt Benbrook, Jim Duguid. For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch
'Fancy Jeans'.
I like the fun and cheeky wordplay.
If you click on CC, you can read the subtitles.
Catch sight of another Scottish singer/songwriter and musician - Gerry Rafferty. :cool:
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about ev'rything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people, but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin', you're tryin' now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're cryin', you're cryin' now
Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything
He's got this dream about buying some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about ev'rything
But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin'
'Cause he's rollin', he's the rolling stone
When you wake up, it's a new mornin'
The sun is shinin', it's a new mornin'
You're goin', you're goin' home
Songwriters: Gerry Rafferty
For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch
"Trust My Baby" (2:41)
The Real Folk Blues, 1966 (song released 1960)
Sonny Boy Williamson II
"Checkin' Up On My Baby" (1:53)
The Real Folk Blues, 1966 (song released 1960)
Sonny Boy Williamson II
"One Way Out" (2:44)
The Real Folk Blues, 1966 (song released 1962)
Sonny Boy Williamson II
[i]There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls, and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home
And I built a home
For you, for me
Until it disappeared
From me, from you
And now, it's time to leave
And turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
By the cracks of his skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held onto me
Held on as tightly as you held onto me
And I built a home
For you, for me
Until it disappeared
From me, from you
And now, it's time to leave
And time to die[/i]
I let her go because I brought her such unintended pain and me such grief at her suffering. I imagine she's somewhere alone, but only because her view of reality was skewed by childhood trauma, not because the world still rejects her.
This song pleads my case, but it'd have fallen on damaged ears had I sent it way back when.
I heard this long after she came and went, but instantly saw her in these words.
'Bridge Over Troubled Water" (5:31)
Aretha's Greatest Hits, 1971
writer Paul Simon, 1970^^
performer Aretha Franklin
https://youtu.be/4G-YQA_bsOU ^^
*
"Still Crazy After All These Years" (5:05)
My World, 1993
writer Paul Simon, 1975**
performer, Ray Charles
https://youtu.be/Q5Eoax6I-O4 **
Under the sky of Paris
Flies away a song
Hum hum
It was born today
In the heart of a boy
Under the sky of Paris
Walking lovers
Hum hum
Their happiness built
Upon an song made just for them
Under the bridge of Bercy
A philosopher sits
Two musicians, a few onlookers
And then people, by the thousands
Under the sky of Paris
Will sing until the evening
Hum hum
The anthem of a people in love
With its old city
Near Notre Dame
Brews up a drama sometimes
Yes, but in Paname (nickname of Paris)
Everything can work out
Some rays shine
From the summer sky
An accordion from some sailor
And hope blossoms
Under the sky of Paris
But the sky of Paris
Has its own secret
For twenty centuries, it has been in love
With our Island Saint Louis
When it is too jealous
Of these millions of lovers
It grumbles and scolds at us
with its dazzling thunder
But the sky of Paris
Is not cruel for long
To ask for forgiveness
It hands over a rainbow
w/lyrics
"What a Fool Believes" (3:41)
Minute by Minute, 1979
writers M. MacDonald & K. Loggins
The Doobie Brothers
*
"Just My Imagination (Running Away with Me)" (3:54)
Sky's the Limit, 1971
writers N. Whifield & B. Strong
The Temptations
"Taxman" (2:36)
Revolver, 2022 (remix)
writer, G. Harrison, 1966
badass guitar solo, P. McCartney :fire:
The Beatles
So much could be said about 'Taxman' - but I didn't know that was Paul playing guitar. Wow.
It seems there are already different lyrics out there. The song has a deep political background:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yes!_We_Have_No_Bananas
Compare the lyrics sung here to those below:
There's a fruit store on our street
It's run by a Greek
And he keeps good things to eat But you should hear him speak!
When you ask him anything, he never answers "no"
He just "yes"es you to death, and as he takes your dough He tells you
"Yes, we have no bananas
We have-a no bananas today
We've string beans, and onions
Cabashes, and scallions,
And all sorts of fruit and say
We have an old fashioned tomato
A Long Island potato But yes, we have no bananas
We have no bananas today
Business got so good for him that he wrote home today,
"Send me Pete and Nick and Jim; I need help right away"
When he got them in the store, there was fun, you bet
Someone asked for "sparrow grass" and then the whole quartet
All answered "Yes, we have no bananas
We have-a no bananas today
Just try those coconuts
Those wall-nuts and doughnuts
There ain't many nuts like they
We'll sell you two kinds of red herring,
Dark brown, and ball-bearing
But yes, we have no bananas
We have no bananas today"
He, he, he, he, ha, ha, ha whatta you laugh at?
You gotta soup or pie?
Yes, I don't think we got soup or pie
You gotta coconut pie?
Yes, I don't think we got coconut pie
Well I'll have one cup a coffee
We gotta no coffee
Then watta you got?
I got a banana!
Oh you've got a banana!
Yes, we gotta no banana, No banana, No banana, I tell you we gotta no banana today
I sella you no banana
Hey, Mary Anna, you gotta... gotta no banana?
Why this man, he's no believe-a what I say... no... he no believe me...
Now whatta you wanta mister? You wanna buy twelve for a quarter?
Well, just a one of a look, I'm gonna call for my daughter
Hey, Mary Anna You gotta piana
Yes, a banana, no
Yes, we gotta no bananas today!
The new English "clark" (a.k.a. "clerk"):
Yes, we are very sorry to inform you
That we are entirely out of the fruit in question
The afore-mentioned vegetable Bearing the cognomen "Banana"
We might induce you to accept a substitute less desirable,
But that is not the policy at this internationally famous green grocery
I should say not. No no no no no no no
But may we suggest that you sample our five o'clock tea
Which we feel certain will tempt your pallet?
However we regret that after a diligent search
Of the premises By our entire staff
We can positively affirm without fear of contradiction
That our raspberries are delicious; really delicious
Very delicious But we have no bananas today.
Songwriters: Frank Silver, Irving Conn. For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch
I remember when I was a little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
In his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
And I stood there shivering in my pajamas 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 dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
And when I was 12 years old, my daddy took me to the circus, the greatest show on earth.
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And so I sat there watching
I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don't know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself, "is that all there is to the circus?
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
And then I fell in love
With the most wonderful boy in the world.
We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes.
We were so very much in love.
Then one day he went away and I thought I'd die, but I didn't,
And when I didn't I said to myself, "Is that all there is to love?"
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
I know what you must be saying to yourselves,
If that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?
Oh, no, not me. I'm not ready for that final disappointment,
Because I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you,
When that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath, I'll be saying to myself
Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is
Songwriters: Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller. For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch
"Everybody Wants To Go To Heaven ..." (4:20)
The Best Of Albert King,1986
writer, Don Nix, 1971
Albert King
*
"Blues" (5:22)
Black Codes (From The Underground), 1985
Wynton Marsalis
"Lean On Me" (4:17)
BBC Live in Concert, 1974
Bill Withers
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
No one really knows the ones they love
If you knew everything they thought
I bet that you would wish that they'd just shut up
Well, you were the dull sound of sharp math
When you were alive
No one's going to play the harp when you die
And if I had a nickel for every damn dime
I'd have half the time, do you mind?
Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
Am I right, am I right, am I right?
Am I right, am I right, am I right?
And it's our lives
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
We're alive for the first time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
We're alive for the last time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
To live before you die
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
That our lives are such a short time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
When it takes such a long time
It's hard to remember, it's hard to remember
My mom's God is a woman and my mom she is a witch
I like this
My hell comes from inside, comes from inside myself
Why fight this?
Everyone's afraid of their own lives
If you could be anything you want
I bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?
Poem: Louis Aragon - Music: Georges Brassens
Man can take nothing for granted, neither his strength
Nor his weakness, nor his heart. And when he believes
He open his arms, his shadow is that of a cross
And when he tries to clutch his happiness, he crushes it
His life is a strange and painful divorce
There is no such thing as a happy love
His life is like those unarmed soldiers
Who were dressed for another fate
What use is it to them to get up in the morning?
They are found in the evening, unarmed, uncertain
Say these words, my dear, and hold back your tears
There is no such thing as a happy love
My beautiful love, my dear love, my fracture
I carry you inside me like a wounded bird
And others, without knowing, are watching us go by
Repeating after me the words that I've woven
And which, for your wide eyes, immediately died:
There is no such thing as a happy love
By the time we learn how to live, it's already too late
Let our hearts cry in the night, in unison
How many regrets to pay for the slightest thrill
How much sorrow it takes to write the shortest song
How many sobs to compose a guitar tune?
There is no such thing as a happy love
There is no love that is without pain
There is no love that doesn't end bruised
There is no love that withers not
And no more than for you, the love of the country
There is no love that does not live on tears
There is no such thing as a happy love
But it's love we got, you and me
"Born Under a Bad Sign" (7:37)
Blues (compilation), 1994
writers, Booker T. Jones & William Bell, 1967
performers, Jimi Hendrix, Billy Cox & Buddy Miles, 1969
25 february 1943 - 29 november 2001 :flower:
Wonderful tribute capturing the essence of George's :heart: :nerd: and :cool:
What a life; music, fun and love.
'Any Road' - the lyrics and chosen clips are amazing...the simple ukulele end strum.
Thank you :flower:
'While My Guitar Gently Weeps (Taken from Concert For George)'
***
'[i]Joe Brown in combination with Concert for George - I'll See You In My Dreams
01 Concert For George Band Rehearsals [Reprise Instrumental of I'll See You In My Dreams]
02 Joe Brown - I'll SeeYou In My Dreams - Live In Liverpool,[/i]'
From 'I-Me-Mine' (p246):
9 october 1940 - 8 december 1980 :victory:
It's very early
And Wanda sleeps so soundly
Underneath the dim moonbeams
The whole world is dead
When I come up to your bed
Just to scream into your ears
Now listen to your lover:
Is acute pain
Not the highest pleasure?
It's very early
Wanda weeps so loud
I taste her lips with my teeth
And now I realize
How bright
How wild were her eyes
I lift you of the sheets
And stand you up on your feet
To start the odd ceremony
Let our desires lead us
Let the pretense and masks
Stand in for us to hit the mark
Farther and farther and farther
In search of the strongest pleasure
I stand you up on your feet
Oh how thrilling to feed
A sickly bird with one's seed
And now I realize
How bright
How wild were her eyes
It's very early
Wanda sleeps so soundly
In the shelter of my dreams
The last words she spoke
Were getting stuck in her throat
Sorry but I plead not guilty
We had one single thing we could share
Our yearning for unknown pleasures
I was lying to myself
Cos I could do nothing else
When standing facing the mirror
And now I realize
How bright
How wild were her eyes
And now I realize
How blind
How mad it was to try
To reach paradise
I was so pleased
To see Wanda
Down on her knees
I was so pleased
To see Wanda
Groveling at my feet
Composed by Errollyn Wallen
And snow falls down on me.
Peace on earth.
The night is dark and soft.
Peace on earth.
The lights that sparkle in the square,
The smoke that lingers in the air.
Peace on earth.
And grace falls down on me.
Peace on earth.
The dark will turn aside.
Peace on earth.
The fires that burn in ev'ry hearth
Do sing out praise of Christmas past.
Peace on earth.
Hear them singing.
Peace on earth.
By the time we're done with dancing,
Elsewhere darling you'll be glancing
And the night's a river-torrent tearing us apart.
Merely melody entwined us,
Easily the ties that bind us
Break in fibrillations of the heart.
Don't cry out or cling in terror
Darling that's a fatal error
Clinging to a somebody you thought you knew was yours.
Dispossession by attrition is a permanent condition
That the wretched modern world endures.
You drift away, you're carried by a stream.
Refugee a wanderer you roam;
You lose your way, so it will come to seem:
No place in particular is home.
You glance away, your house has disappeared,
The sweater you've been knitting has unpurled.
You live adrift, and everything you feared
Comes to you in this undoing world.
Copper-plated, nailed together, buffeted by ocean weather
Stands the Queen of Exiles and our mother she may be.
Hollow-breasted broken-hearted watching for her dear departed
For her children cast upon the sea.
At her back the great idyllic land of justice
For exilic peoples ponders making justice private property.
Darling never dream another woman might
Have been your mother
Someday you may be a refugee.
A refugee, who's running from the wars,
Hiding from the fire-bombs they've hurled;
Eternally a person out-of-doors,
Desperate in this undoing world.
Mother for your derelicted
Children from your womb evicted
Grant us shelter harbor solace safety
Let us in!
Let us tell you where we travelled
How our hopes our lives unravelled
How unwelcome everywhere we've been.
A response. Je veux de l'amour, de la joie, de la bonne humeur :cool:
ZAZ - je veux | ( French version ) - Lyrics in french and English
Thanks for the cheer up.
I like this tune below, though I am afraid the lyrics are not very cheerful. Judging from the many translations available online, they are also hard to translate, often the mark of a good poem.
Cómo decir que me parte en mil
las esquinitas de mis huesos,
que han caído los esquemas de mi vida
ahora que todo era perfecto.
Y algo más que eso,
me sorbiste el seso y me decían del peso
de este cuerpecito mío
que se ha convertío en río.
de este cuerpecito mío
que se ha convertío en río.
Me cuesta abrir los ojos
y lo hago poco a poco,
no sea que aún te encuentre cerca.
Me guardo tu recuerdo
como el mejor secreto,
que dulce fue tenerte dentro.
Hay un trozo de luz
en esta oscuridad
para prestarme calma.
El tiempo todo calma,
la tempestad y la calma,
el tiempo todo calma,
la tempestad y la calma.
Siempre me quedará
la voz suave del mar,
volver a respirar
la lluvia que caerá
sobre este cuerpo y mojará
la flor que crece en mi,
y volver a reír
y cada día un instante volver a pensar en ti.
Etc.
Thank you. Sometimes it's good simply to feel the beat and the heat without analysing :up:
Merci pour le fromage; je l’adore :cool: :clap: :hearts:
On peut vivre sans richesses
Presque sans le sou
Des seigneurs et des princesses
Y en a plus beaucoup
Mais vivre sans tendresse
On ne le pourrait pas
Non, non, non, non
On ne le pourrait pas
"New Year's Day" (5:36)
War, 1983
U2
Happy 2023, TPF! :death: :flower:
"Come Dancing" (5:54)
Wired, 1976
Jeff Beck
*
"Cause We've Ended As Lovers" (5:17)
Live at Ronnie Scott's, 2008
Jeff Beck
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around, choose your own ground
Long you live and high you fly
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
When, at last, the work is done
Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one
Long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
Balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
:cool:
:fire:
Truer words, never spoken.
Missing you :broken:
Enjoy the freedom to be who and where you are :sparkle:
Nina Simone - Feeling good
Gorgeous song.
"A Day in the Life" (6:40)
Live at Ronnie Scott's, 2008
Jeff Beck
Thank you.
Extraordinary. An electrifying, unique interpretation by this 'guitarist's guitarist'.
He will be missed by many.
:hearts: :sparkle:
"Friends" (3:55)
Led Zeppelin III, 1970
writers J. Page & R. Plant
Led Zeppelin
*
"Carry On" (4:26)
Déjà Vu, 1970
writer Stephen Stills
CSNY
Love this song :heart: :heart: :heart:
"All Along the Watchtower" (4:01)
Electric Ladyland, 1968
writer R. Zimmerman, 1967
The Jimi Hendrix Experience :fire:
"Shadows in the Rain" (5:04)
Zenyatta Mondatta, 1980
The Police
Happy St. Paddy's! :party: :halo:
"Can't Outrun The Truth" (3:12)
single, 2023
Pete Townsend
:death: :flower:
"Feeling Good" (2:53)
I Put A Spell On You, 1965
writers L. Bricusse & A. Newley, 1964
Nina Simone
*
"Because" (2:24)
A cappella version (Anthology vol. 3), 1996
writers Lennon-McCartney, 1969
The Beatles
*
"Let's Get It On" (4:53)
Let's Get It On, 1973
writer M. Gaye & E. Townsend
Marvin Gaye
"Four Women" by @NinaSimoneMusic
Recording session: "Sing The Truth", Jazz à Vienne 2009
performed by Lisa Simone, Dianne Reeves, Lizz Wright, Angélique Kidjo: Four Women
Featuring the Original Nina Simone Band:
Al Shackman, guitar
Chris White, bass
Paul Robinson, drums
Leopoldo Fleming, percussion
Jeremy Berlin, piano
Quoting My name is Peaches: The Story of Nina Simone - Bluestocking Oxford
@180 Proof - 'Sweet Thing' reminded me of your story. The mysterious 'Sugar'.
Sugar loves Cristal. :party:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/13182/sugar-by-180-proof/p1
Enjoy! :blush:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kGLo8tl5sxs
[hide]
Songwriter - Tony Joe White
"That's Just the Way It Is" is a song (anti-war ballad) by English drummer Phil Collins, released as a single in July 1990 from his fourth solo studio album, ...But Seriously (1989).
Excerpt:
All day long he was fighting for you
And he didn't even know your name
Young men come and young men go
But life goes on just the same
And I don't know why
Why do we keep holding on?
I don't know why
Pretending to be, oh, so strong
Oh, why?
Is there something I don't know?
Or something very wrong with you and me?
Or maybe
That's the way it is
That's just the way it is...
***
The Way It Is - Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby and the Range from their 1986 album The Way It Is
Standing in line marking time, waiting for the welfare dime
'Cause they can't buy a job
The man in the silk suit hurries by
As he catches the poor old ladies' eyes just for fun he says, "Get a job"
That's just the way it is
Some things will never change
That's just the way it is
But don't you believe them
They say hey little boy you can't go where the others go
'Cause you don't look like they do
Said hey old man how can you stand to think that way
Did you really think about it before you made the rules, he said, son
That's just the way it is... [repeat chorus]
Well they passed a law in '64
To give those who ain't got a little more
But it only goes so far because the law don't change another's mind
When all it sees at the hiring time is the line on the color bar
That's just the way it is.
Some things will never change
That's just the way it is
That's just the way it is, it is, it is, it is
Happy 40th birthday to U2's 'New Year's Day'. If I remember correctly, it is on 'War' which is great and on the live compilation, 'Under a Blood Red Sky'.
'Faux-punk funk' - What is that? What did you play?
Not 'Ole Blue Eyes', anyway :wink:
Frank Sinatra Live at the Sands. Where or When
(But at least one of our band "made it" in music as a journalist for Rolling Stone, Spin & The Village Voice – Jem Aswad.)
(medley) 16:42
Abbey Road, 1969 (2009 Rock Band)
The Beatles
:cool: "give the drummer some!" :victory: :heart:
Fat Larry's Band:
Peaceful Journey
Zoom
I read her story on wiki. Such a sad and early death. Tributes include:
Quoting Sounds of the 60s - Sandy Denny
Who Knows Where The Time Goes - Sandy Denny, composer, lyricist, singer.
Judy Collins sings and pays tribute to Sandy Denny andher late '60's classic,"Who Knows Where The Time Goes?" in a 2002 concert at the Wolftrap Farm amphitheater in Vienna, Virginia.
***
A bit less folk, a little more 'rock' with Fairport Convention:
Vocals: Sandy Denny
Background Vocalist: Richard Thompson
Guitar, Background Vocalist, Producer: Simon Nicol
Bass Guitar, Background Vocalist: Ashley Hutchings
Drums: Martin Lamble
"Harvest Moon" (5:03)
Harvest Moon, 1992
Neil Young
Dreaming and dancing in the light...still in love with you...
"Cars Hiss By My Window" (4:10)
LA Woman, 1971
The Doors
b. 8Dec43
"Happiness is a Warm Gun" (2:43)
The Beatles, 1968
The Beatles
d. 8Dec80
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/889372 :fire:
"Sit Dung Pon De Wall" (1:27)
Check It!, 1983
Mutabaruka
I saw classical music was underrepresented so here's a crash course.
Ludwig van Beethoven's Ode to Joy is a celebration of universal brotherhood, Enlightenment ideals and humanist philosophy.
Wagner's Der Ring Des Nibelungen is an exploration of the nature of power, the limits of knowledge, and the role of the gods in human affairs
And Strauss' Also sprach Zarathustra is an obvious candidate also for being reused in a Space Odyssey (or especially so?).
This famous piece by Rachmaninov is often called the Bells of Moscow. That name came about because the Russian publisher, to whom Rachmaninov sold publishing rights for a handful of cash, failed to secure international rights. Then some dimwitted American dubbed it the Bells of Moscow and the legend that the bells are the bells of the Kremlin tolling for each executed prisoner came about and everybody repeats it. Wikipedia gets that wrong. Idiots.
Remembering @Olivier5 and all the wonderful music he shared. Merci :cool:
Including this:
The higher you build your barriers
The taller I become
The further you take my rights away
The faster I will run
You can deny me
You can decide to turn your face away
No matter, 'cause there's
[chorus] Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh, something inside so strong
The more you refuse to hear my voice
The louder I will sing
You hide behind walls of Jericho
Your lies will come tumbling
Deny my place in time
You squander wealth that's mine
My light will shine so brightly
It will blind you, 'cause there's
[chorus]
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
"We're gonna do it anyway"
We're gonna do it anyway
[chorus]
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
"We're gonna do it anyway"
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway
Because there's something inside so strong (something inside so strong)
I know that I can make it (I can make it)
Though you're doing me, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no (oh no), something inside so strong
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it (make it, make it)
Though you're doing me, so wrong (doing me wrong)
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no (oh no), something inside so strong
Oh, something inside so strong
Oh, something inside so strong
Ooh-ooh, something inside so strong
Songwriters: Labi Siffre. For non-commercial use only.
"In The Heat Of The Night" (2:30)
Soundtrack, 1967
music Quincy Jones, d. 2024
lyrics A. Bergman & M. Bergman
singer Ray Charles
Thank you.
It takes me back to better times (or so it seemed in my bubble) :cool:
Simply beautiful. I appreciate it even more now than I did back then.
Ist to 2nd year at Uni. Away from parents. New life and loves. Wonderful.
Just love it :sparkle:
Thanks :flower:
I remember how I felt when I watched the film. The atmospheric music. Sultry Southern racist blues. The sweat and heat of anger and passion. Powerful acting by Poitier.
Can hardly believe it was released in 1967. I must have watched it later.
I can't remember all the details. I would have a deeper appreciation of it now.
So, where can I find it...?
[i]It's so hard to keep control
When I could sell my soul
For just a little light
In the heat of the night...
Must be an ending to it all
But hold on, it won't be long
Just you be strong
And it'll be alright
In the heat of the night.[/i]
?? Sir With Love - Lulu (Lyrics)
Quoting Wiki - To Sir, with Love
Well, would you believe it...who knew?
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
...
I can't recall but I don't think so. Worth a repeat, anyway! :cool:
Your link takes me to 'Video unavailable'. I found this one:
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
Chorus
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say, "Come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen
A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve"
And the rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly
Chorus
Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality
And dubious integrity
The small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received
At seventeen
[ Instrumental break ]
To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me
Chorus
We all play the game, and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, "Come dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
And ugly girls like me
At seventeen
Songwriters: Janis Ian. For non-commercial use only.
Lyrics:
[i]I try to hold some hope in my heart
For these African youths
Coming up where I'm from
Many traps to elude
Surrounded by
Mostly white and affluent dudes
And somehow, you expected to have
Mastered this smooth
Swagger and move
With the right walk, the right talk
Fashion and crews
Souls subtly attacked and abused
And what's funny's being black wasn't cool
Where I'm from til suddenly
You started hearing rap in the school
Hallways
Admist this madness I grew
With knack for amusing through this little skill
For rappin at dudes
An' we all like to laugh at the truth
But when you young and same facts
Pertain to who you rappin em to
Well, I opted not to bring
That to the booth
But after a while, it sort of starts naggin at you
The crazed infatuation with blackness
That trash that gets viewed
And the fact that the tube only showed blacks
Actin the fool and I was watching...
(saturated with negative images and a limited range of
Possibilities is strange...)
And it's sad cause that naturally do
Sort of condition your mind and over time
That's what's attractive to you
So young blacks don't see themselves in
Scholastic pursuits
Or the more practical routes
It's makin tracks or it's hoops
Or God-forbid movin packs for the loot
Even with this music we so limited - it's rap or produce
And that narrow conception of what's black isn't true
Of course, still we feel forced to adapt to this view
Like there's something that you're havin to prove
Now add that to the slew
Of justification the capitalists use
For the new blaxploitation
Many actions excused
In the name of getting cash
That's adversely impactin our youth
With mental slavery, the shackles is loose
And it's hard to cut chains when they attached at the roots
So what the new black activists do
For our freedom is just being them
Do what you're passionate to
Not confined by a sense that you have to disprove
Any stereotypes, so-called facts to refute
Or match any image of blackness
They've established as true
Perhaps we'll break thru the glass ceilings
Shatter the roof and emerge
From these boxes that they have us in cooped
And grow to smash the mold that they casted of you
I'll keep watching...[/i]
"Devil in His Heart" (2:40)
A-side single, 1962
writer R. Drapkin
performers The Donays
https://youtu.be/fMwNBGM81Ps?si=0XfQ2cbe9acrXsI1
[quote=George Harrison][i]You know that what you eat
you are
But what is sweet now
turns so sour
We all know Obla-Di-Bla-Da
But can you show me
where you are?[/i][/quote]
"Goin' Down Slow" (4:04)
A-side single, 1961
writer James B. Oden, 1942
performer Howlin' Wolf
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/comment/967306
The simple uke and its lightness of being. From a Concert for George Harrison.
Be well. Take care. :sparkle: :flower:
Quoting Earth Crisis
Neil Young - Old Man
America - You Can Do Magic
"All I've Got to Do" (2:02)
With the Beatles, 1963
lyrics Lennon-McCartney
performers The Beatles
Re: a smooth (playa's) distillation of 'young romance' (thanks, Smokey) :smirk:
"Give the drummer some ..." ~JB
:cool: :smile:
'All I've got to do' reminded me of George Harrison's Blow Away.
Reading Harrison's book I, Me, Mine, p378:
In 1977, during a break from the music scene, he was inspired to write a song that his Formula One gang could enjoy. He was sitting in his hut looking out at the pouring rain. Getting away from the problems of leaks in the house.
The tune came into his head, the chords found and then later, he wrote the verse. A momentary lack of confidence, a feeling of embarrassment when he thought the tune too obvious...and didn't want to play it to anybody. But liked it more once it was recorded. Now, back in the game. Depression lifted. His cosmic view recalled.
Quoting George Harrison
Be happy. Take care! :hearts: :sparkle:
"Tumbling Dice" (3:45)
Exile on Main Street, 1972
Jagger-Richards
The Rolling Stones
Very true:
Ain't it strange
When everything you wanted
Was nothing that you wanted
In the end
Ain't it strange
When everything you dreamt of
Was nothing that you dreamt of
In the end
Take my house, take the car, take the clothes
But you can't take the spirit, take the spirit, take the spirit
But you can't
Ain't it strange
When everything you wanted
Was nothing that you wanted
In the end
Ain't it strange
When everything you dreamt of
Was nothing that you dreamt of
In the end
Take my house, take the car, take the clothes
But you can't take the spirit, take the spirit, take the spirit
But you can't
Take the spirit, take the spirit, take the spirit
Ain't it strange
When everything you wanted
Was nothing that you wanted
In the end
I'm-a gonna go,
Gonna load my shot gun
Point that barrel right where it hurts
Ain't no telling where I'll go after;
Might not be better but it can't get worse
And I could tell you but you can't imagine,
The first breath on the edge of this chasm (sometimes "After nothing happens)
You ain't cried like that since you come out your mother
Only thing holding back the great hereafter
Is bad primers
With good timing
I'm-a gonna go,
Gonna load my.....
"You Know My Name" - Chris Cornell
If you take a life do you know what you'll give?
Odds are you won't like what it is
When the storm arrives would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes of deceit?
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line
Arm yourself because no one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you, are you willing to die?
The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name
If you come inside things will not be the same
When you return to the night
And if you think you've won you never saw me change
The game that we've been playing
I've seen this diamond cut through harder men
Than you yourself but if you must pretend
You may meet your end
Arm yourself because no one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you, are you willing to die?
The coldest blood runs through my veins
Try to hide your hand
Forget how to feel (forget how to feel)
Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel (spin of the wheel)
Arm yourself because no one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you
You can't deny the prize it may never fulfill you
It longs to kill you, are you willing to die?
The coldest blood runs through my veins
You know my name
It's an underrated song even if it's James Bond, he's got some great lines here.
Yes, a majestic voice, tragic to see him go so soon.