yes joni has a simple way with words that makes you think with the eager intensity and honesty and simplicity of a child. I wonder what her childhood was like
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yes joni has a simple way with words that makes you think with the eager intensity and honesty and simplicity of a child. I wonder what her childhood was like
"The Circle Game" is actually inspired by Neil Young's "Sugar Mountain" (see http://www.jmdl.com/glossary/entry.cfm?id=61 ), so technically you should be wondering what Neil's childhood was like... ;)
It's so noisy at the fair
But all your friends are there
And the candy floss you had
And your mother and your dad
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.
There's a girl just down the aisle
Oh, to turn and see her smile
You can hear the words she wrote
As you read the hidden note
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain...
Now you're underneath the stairs
And you're givin' back some glares
To the people who you met
And it's your first cigarette
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain...
Now you say you're leavin' home
'Cause you want to be alone
Ain't it funny how you feel
When you're findin' out it's real?
Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.
It really is amazing the facts you pick up in here. Thank's a lot for that link Beer.
And while we're on the subject of Mr Young: -
The Needle And The Damage Done
I caught you knocking at my cellar door
"I love you, baby can I have some more?"
Oh, the damage done
I hit the city and I lost my band,
I watched the needle take another man.
Gone, gone, the damage done
I sing the song because I love the man
I know that some of you don't understand
Milk-blood to keep from running out
I've seen the needle and the damage done,
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's like a setting sun
yes thank you very much. Beer I don't drink but a little of good old Canadian beer on a roast is simply yummy.
You're more than welcome.
And speaking of Canadians, Michael Timmins of the Cowboy Junkies is no slouch either. This is one of the best examples of an unrhymed song lyric I've ever heard - of course, for the full effect, you need to hear Margo sing it, but...
Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
hits me straight in the eye, guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
the sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
the kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
but I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
No milk! God, how I hate that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?'
she says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand'
Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
and anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane than go through all that **** again
Something 'bout an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
and this spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock
Maybe tonight it's a movie with plenty of room for elbows and knees
a bag of popcorn all to myself,
black and white with a strong female lead
and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
how strange these streets feel when you're alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home, seething inside
Funny, I'd never noticed
the sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
but there are some things that can never be forgiven
and I just gotta tell you that I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed...
I just love that.It is rather like a deep m ovie all condensed into a few dozen lines.
Whilst we are on the subject of Canadian singers, another couple not to be missed.
Firstly If I had a rocket launcher by Bruce Cockburn
Here comes the helicopter -- second time today
Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they've murdered only God can say
If I had a rocket launcher...I'd make somebody pay
I don't believe in guarded borders and I don't believe in hate
I don't believe in generals or their stinking torture states
And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate
If I had a rocket launcher...I would retaliate
On the Rio Lacantun, one hundred thousand wait
To fall down from starvation -- or some less humane fate
Cry for guatemala, with a corpse in every gate
If I had a rocket launcher...I would not hesitate
I want to raise every voice -- at least I've got to try
Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes.
Situation desperate, echoes of the victims cry
If I had a rocket launcher...Some son of a ***** would die
And also Black Day In July by Mr Gordon Lightfoot
Black day in July
Motor city madness has touched the countryside
And through the smoke and cinders
You can hear it far and wide
The doors are quickly bolted
And the children locked inside
Black day in July
Black day in July
And the soul of Motor City is bared across the land
As the book of law and order is taken in the hands
Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land
Black day in July
Black day in July
In the streets of Motor City is a deadly silent sound
And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the ground
Upon the filthy pavement
No reason can be found
Black day in July
Black day in July
Motor City madness has touched the countryside
And the people rise in anger
And the streets begin to fill
And there's gunfire from the rooftops
And the blood begins to spill
Black day in July
In the mansion of the governor
There's nothing that is known for sure
The telephone is ringing
And the pendulum is swinging
And they wonder how it happened
And they really know the reason
And it wasn't just the temperature
And it wasn't just the season
Black day in July
Black day in July
Motor City's burning and the flames are running wild
They reflect upon the waters of the river and the lake
And everyone is listening
And everyone's awake
Black day in July
Black day in July
The printing press is turning
And the news is quickly flashed
And you read your morning paper
And you sip your cup of tea
And you wonder just in passing
Is it him or is it me
Black day in July
In the office of the President
The deed is done the troops are sent
There's really not much choice you see
It looks to us like anarchy
And then the tanks go rolling in
To patch things up as best they can
There is no time to hesitate
The speech is made the dues can wait
Black day in July
Black day in July
The streets of Motor City now are quiet and serene
But the shapes of gutted buildings
Strike terror to the heart
And you say how did it happen
And you say how did it start
Why can't we all be brothers
Why can't we live in peace
But the hands of the have-nots
Keep falling out of reach
Black day in July
Black day in July
Motor city madness has touched the countryside
And through the smoke and cinders
You can hear it far and wide
The doors are quickly bolted
And the children locked inside
What an unfortunate name.Quote:
Originally Posted by kilted exile
But seriously, I really like those lyrics.
Kilted,
a few years back I heard that Bruce was going to be in Kelowna. I was doing graveyard at the time(four and a half years) and I never every asked anyone to change shifts with me because no one would anyway. too hard.
but I had always wanted to see him and so I pleaded and got someone to take my shift.
trav and i went early and I had prayed that I could sit right up at the front. thru a set of wierd things I ended up at the very front and he was so gentle and kind and unconceited. he spoke to me and besides one song I cannot remember my favorite was
If I had a Rocket Launcher. I was in heaven.
Em you say his name Bruce Koeburn, what's wrong with that.
Another Canadian double, with a twist. Here's Kate (and her sister Anna) McGarrigle, singing about her daughter Martha and an older man...
MATAPEDIA (Kate McGarrigle)
Her hair was dyed black and she was bending down
Picking something from off the ground
She was seventeen
And he said, "Oh my God, it's Kate"
She said "No, I'm the daughter of Kate
My name is Martha, who are you?
Ma never told me, never told me 'bout you"
He put his big middle-aged hands upon her shoulders
And he looked her in the eyes
Just like a boy of nineteen would do
And she was not afraid
No, she was not afraid
Once upon a time two kids in love in a car were flyin' over mountains
Trying to catch a boat that'd take 'em up river to home...
And they raced the Matapedia
Sixty minutes sixty miles
Thirty minutes thirty miles
Twenty minutes twenty miles
Ten nine eight....
And I was not afraid
No, I was not afraid
Well we made the boat with minutes to spare
And we crossed on over to the other side
And back home, safe and sound
But I could not slow down
No, I could not slow down
And we raced the Matapedia...
I was not afraid
No, I was not afraid
I could not slow down 'cause I was not afraid
...and then here's her daughter Martha singing about her father Loudon Wainwright III: (Warning, explicit language etc.)
Bloody M.F.A.H. (Martha Wainwright)
Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired
And I've been poked & stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea
No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
with the f***ing phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head
I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth
Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I've been watching in bars
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat
I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile...
You bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody motherf***ing a**hole
Oh you bloody...
I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
For you... whoever you are
Feel the love in that family, eh?
hey Beer,
Are you getting the words from all your own CD, seems like you have a big collection.Somehow I see you in a room loaded with great music. You seem to be a very artistic poetic sort of person.
Why thank you. I do own a ridiculous amount of CDs and records... I sometimes think that if I had saved my money instead of buying books and records, I could probably afford a second apartment to store them in... wait... there's logic in there someplace, right? Maybe not. Oh well.Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
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Pictures of You by The Cure
i've been looking so long at these pictures of
you that i almost beleive that they're real i've
been living so long with my pictures of you that
i almost believe that the pictures are all i can
feel
remembering you standing quiet in the rain as
i ran to your heart to be near and we kissed as
the sky fell in holding you close how i always
held close in your fear remembering you
running soft through the night you were bigger
and brigther than the snow and
screamed at the make-beleive screamed at the
sky and you finally found all your courage to
let it all go
remembering you fallen into my arms crying
for the death of your heart you were stone
white so delicate lost in the cold you were
always so lost in the dark remembering you
how you used to be slow drowned you were
angels so much more than everything oh hold
for the last time then slip away quietly open
my eyes but i never see anything
if only i had thought of the right words i could
have hold on to your heart if only i'd thought of
the right words i wouldn't be breaking apart all
my pictures of you
Looking So long at these pictures of you but i
never hold on to your heart looking so long for
the words to be true but always just breaking
apart my pictures of you
there was nothing in the world that i ever
wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world that i ever
wanted more than to never feel the breaking
apart all my pictures of you
Sub, I like that song. Although now it always makes me think of the Kodak film commercial, or whatever company it was.
Rachel, I heard this on the radio at work today, and it made me think of you out there doing your street ministry:
When In Rome
by Nickel Creek
Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine the old doc knows
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home
Sayin', 'No one knows, so I don't'
Honey, when in Rome...
Where can a teacher go
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows
Hey those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home
And they'll burn warm in the fireplace
Teacher, when in Rome...
Grab a blanket, sister
We'll make smoke signals
Bring some new blood
It feels like we're alone
Grab a blanket, brother
So we don't catch cold
From one another
I wonder if we're stuck in Rome
Where can a dead man go
A question with an answer only dead men know
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home
If they spent a lifetime learning
How to live in Rome
I cried as I read these words.
I often wake up in the night crying for them . they were all someone's baby once with so much promise and h ope. I see such greatness in some of their anguished eyes. I so want to be a kazillion aire so I can help them in a more permanent way.