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This is absolutely beautiful. Ty for posting it. I'm going to try to add it to my "Anti-Insomnia" playlist (relaxing music to drift off to). Certain kinds of music really help the physiology settle down. :)

Here’s another one you might like...


 
Great memories of Saturdays ridin' along on the "SOOOOoooooul Train!" Not only am I lifelong fan of this guy, if you watch the video, this is from the days when my sistahs and bruthas of otha muthas used to dance like "white folks," lol.



Omg, is the A/V dubbing way off on your screens, too, lol!? The only other copy of this appearance can only be viewed on YT. Sry!
 
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Cuz it's just that kinda day. :)

My man, Sir Duke.
"No, it don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing..."



And, you may have heard Bobby Darin do this one, but you ain't rilly hoid it 'til ya hoid it from Satchmo.

"Oh the shark has such teeth, dear, and he shows them pearly white..."

 
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Beautiful, incomparable, outstandingly talented, and always a lady.

"Blue skies smiling at me, nothing but blue skies, do I see..."



I was SO delighted to find this performance on YT. NO-body does it like Ms. Billie.

"Lady sings the blues, she's got 'em bad, she feels so sad, wants the world to know just what the blues is all about..."

 
i love the pogues this is my fave song <iframe width="640" height="390" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cZqN1glz4JY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>

Hi Piratewench. I've heard them play this wonderful ballad. The lyrics are so great and rife with meaning, I'm posting them for others to read. Great addition to thread. :)

AND THE BAND PLAYED
WALTZING MATILDA


When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

copyright © Eric Bogle
 
Dunno if any of you like Royal Blood, or the cartoon Superjail!, but the Superjail! guys have directed Royal Blood's latest music video and it is fucking awesome.

 
Dunno if any of you like Royal Blood, or the cartoon Superjail!, but the Superjail! guys have directed Royal Blood's latest music video and it is fucking awesome.



Ha! I always crave a sheet of acid when I watch SJ! so I can open my brain to the deeper meaning of it all, lol. LOVE the song and the vid's the shit. Back off you freaks. The ice cream cone is mine! :laser:
 
And if you don't believe what I say
I'll kiss your eyes when you're in doubt
Get it left, get it right, get it up and down
This building might burn but we'll be making out

Hey hey, and we can dance,
We can dance until the sun comes up
And we can dance

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I don't care how many times I hear this one, it nevuh, evuh gets old. Even if you don't listen to the awesome, kickass rock, the lyrics are definitely worth a gander for anyone who's not familiar with them. :D



"You gave me fortune/You gave me fame/You gave me power in your God's name/I'm every person you need to be/I'm the cult of personality!"

(And during the few moments that we have left
We want to talk right down to earth in a language
That everybody here can easily understand
)

Look in my eyes, what do you see?
The Cult of Personality
I know your anger
I know your dreams
I've been everything you want to be
I'm the Cult of Personality
Like Mussolini and Kennedy
I'm the Cult of Personality
The Cult of Personality
The Cult of Personality

Neon lights, a Nobel Prize
When a mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You won't have to follow me
Only you can set me free

I sell the things you need to be
I'm the smiling face on your TV
I'm the Cult of Personality
I exploit you
Still you love me
I tell you one and one makes three
I'm the Cult of Personality

Like Joseph Stalin and Gandhi
I'm the Cult of Personality
The Cult of Personality
The Cult of Personality

Neon lights, a Nobel Prize
When a leader speaks, that leader dies
You won't have to follow me
Only you can set you free

You gave me fortune
You gave me fame
You gave me power in your God's name
I'm every person you need to be
I'm the cult of personality!

I'm the Cult of
I'm the Cult of
I'm the Cult of
I'm the Cult of
I'm the Cult of
I'm the Cult of
I'm the Cult of
I'm the Cult of
Personality!

(Ask not what your country can do for you)
(The only thing we have to fear is fear itself!)

And what better follow up to a song about truth, justice and the American way, than a song about our beloved American media by one of my many (many) imaginary husbands who do nothing but spend their lives composing and singing for me (it's a writer in our wedding vows).

"We got the bubble-headed bleached blonde she comes on at five/she can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye/it's interesting when people die give us dirty laundry"



I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something
Something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor
But I wound up here
I just have to look good
I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around

We got the bubble headed
Bleached blonde
Comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash
With a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation
Is the head dead yet
You know the boys in the newsroom
Got a running bet
Get the widow on the set
We need dirty laundry

[Instrumental Interlude]

You don't really need to find out
What's going on
You don't really want to know
Just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around

(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)

(Kick 'em when they're up)
(Kick 'em when they're down)
(Kick 'em when they're stiff)
(Kick 'em all around)

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers
In everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry

We can do the Innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done
We haven't told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry
 
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Jumping in the way back machine for this one. For some reason watching the snow today put this one in my head and reminded me of a time when IRL things were soooo, not good. But, I remember looking out the back window of a '73 Nova as the miles markers passed by in a blur, and when this well-loved song came on the radio I swore that one day I'd see a mountain, too, because my God didn't live in a cloud in the sky. My God wasn't an invisible, moody bad guy who jumped out to scare little kids and send them to burn in hot places because the grown ups said they'd been bad. No, my God was right outside my front door; in the grass, and the trees, every flower, field and animal all around me. And, I knew that one day, if I made it out of being 12, one day I'd find God living in the mountains and the oceans and the lands and states and countries I'd yet to see; in the history and the future of everything.

God couldn't be who everyone said he was because anyone that mean and cranky, anyone who sentence you to burn alive in some blistery, screaming hell after living here just a little while compared to forever would never have the heart to make the miraculous, artistically perfect, serene beauty I saw all around me. That guy couldn't have had created the songs of the birds, and the whisper of gentle, warm breezes, and the mesmerizing, hypnotic allure of the moon, and the sun and the planets and stars. Nah, they couldn't be right about this whole God thing they way they said it was. Just another thing they could shove right up their crazy asses because the God I wanted to meet was right here, out there, everywhere.

Neither of these songs have anything to do with God at all. They're not religious, they don't speak of grander things, or make promises you can't depend on. They aren't fantastic, or probably even remembered by anyone but me. But they're simple, and clear, real and true.

Michael Martin Murphy and John Denver knew where God lives, I think. At least that's what I get from them when I still listen to their songs. They were part of the world that I wanted to know, and see and experience one day; the world that lived in my mind where no one marred it or muddied it up with...complicated things; and there were no one else's footprints in the snow, but mine.

Snow. I still think freshly falling snow is pretty magical stuff. Think if I look hard enough I could see the Fae sliding down icicles on the trees? :)



Carolina in the Pines ~ Michael Martin Murphey

She came to me, said she knew me
Said she'd known me a long time
And she spoke of being in love
With every mountain she had climbed

And she talked of trails she'd walked up
Far above the timberline
From that night on I knew I'd write songs
With Carolina in the pines

There's a new moon on the fourteenth
First quarter, the twenty first
And the full moon in the last week
Brings a fullness to this earth

There's no guesswork in the clockwork
On the worlds heart or mine
There are nights I only feel right
With Carolina in the pines

When the frost shows on the windows
And the wood stove smokes and glows
As the fire grows, we will warm our souls
Watching rainbows in the cove

And we'll talk of trails we've walked up
Far above the timberline
There are nights I only feel right
With Carolina in the pines




Rocky Mountain High ~ John Denver

He was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year
Coming home to a place he'd never been before
Left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
Might say he found a key for ev'ry door

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hangin' by a song
But the string's already broken and he doesn't really care
Keeps changin' fast, it don't last for long

Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight
Is softer than a lullaby
Rocky Mountain high
Rocky Mountain high

He climbed cathedral mountains
Saw silver clouds below
Saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once
And he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory

Now, he walks in quiet solitude
The forests and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside
Himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

The Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
You talk to God, listen to the casual reply
Rocky Mountain high
Rocky Mountain high

Now his life is full of wonder
But his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down
To bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
He know he'd be a poorer man
If he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky Mountain high
It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain high

I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
Friends around the campfire
Everybody's high
Rocky Mountain high
Rocky Mountain high
Rocky Mountain high
Rocky Mountain high
 
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Aw, what the heck. Two more.

Wildfire ~ Michael Martin Murphey



She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night

Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down his stall
In a blizzard he was lost

She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire

By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot owl howlin' by my window now
For six nights in a row
She's coming for me I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go

We'll be riding Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire

On Wildfire we're going to ride her
We're gonna leave sod bustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire


Please Come to Boston ~ Dave Loggins



Please come to Boston for the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lotsa room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a café here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No, would you come home to me"

And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't cha settle down
Boston ain't your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"

Please come to Denver with the snowfall
We'll move up into the mountains so far that we can't be found
And throw "I love you" echoes down the canyon
And then lie awake at night till they come back around
Please come to Denver
She said "no, Boy, would you come home to me"

And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down
Denver ain't your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
'Cause I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"

Now this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round
And I doubt that it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I've lost or found
And all that I ain't got
I still need to lean to
Somebody I can sing to

Please come to LA to live forever
California life alone is just too hard to build
I live in a house that looks out over the ocean
And there's some stars that fell from the sky
Livin' up on the hill
Please come to LA
She just said "no, Boy, won't you come home to me"
And she said, "hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down
LA can't be your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
No, no, I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"

"I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
 
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If I Can't Sell It, I'll Sit On It ~ Ruth Brown



This song is actually a spoken piece to blues piano bar music. The innuendos for the time period are priceless. Seeexxaaaayyyy! :p

I own a secondhand furniture store and I think my prices are fair, Course this real cheap guy I know came in one day. Saw this chair he wanted to buy, but he wouldn't, claimed the price was too high. So I looked straight in the eye, and this was my reply... If I can't sell it, I'm gonna sit down on it. I ain't gonna give it away. Now darling if you want it, you're gonna have to buy it. And I mean just what I say. Now how would you like to find this waitin at home for you every night. Only been used once or twice but it's still nice and TIGHT!

Whoa... So if I can't sell it, I'm gonna keep sittin on it. I ain't gonna give it away. Now you can't find a better pair of legs in town and a back like this, huh, not for miles around. And that is why if I can't sell it, I'm going to recline upon it. Why should I give it away? Because it's made for comfort, built for wear and tear. Where else could you find such an easy chair! Haa... Whoa... If I can't sell it, darling I'm gonna sit down on it. I don't see the need to give it away. Because it's lush, plush, slick and sleak. Darling, a high class speech like this at any price is cheap!

So if I can't sell it, I'm gonna sit back down on it. Why should I give it away? Now look at this nice bottom, ain't it easy on the eye, guaranteed to support any weight or size! Whoa... If I can't sell it, I'm just gonna keep sittin on it. Don't ask me to give it away. Now, I have really had my fill of folks always comin around with their hands stuck out, wantin something, don't want to give up nothing. Now if you want this, put your hand in your stash and give me some cash. Now if you want something for free, go to the Salvation Army, don't come runnin to me.

Now this is not Saint Paul's place, this is Ruth's place. Read my lips. NO FREE TRIPS! And you can look at me and see I have not been starvin darling. Now I have a few diamonds that I haven't even taken off to dust lately. Now you are not getting anything around here for free. Show me the color of your money.
GOODBYE!

Ty @ClairsentientGemini :)
 
a powerful interpretation of a powerful song.


I want that Bonham-drummer kid in my group!!!
 
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