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They shoulda made an action movie of "Lawyers, Guns & Money" in the 1980s, but I fear it is passé now. Some among that anonymous "they" did come to an understanding with Zevon for Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead -- reckon that paid for some pain pills later.
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Now this requires its own posting. This Irish rebel song depends in considerable measure on its delivery for its effect. Off the top of my head, I think the author was Thomas Moore, but I could be mistook.
The minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard, "Though all the world betrays thee, One sword at least thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!" The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain Could not bring that proud soul under. The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, For he tore its corse asunder, And said, " No chain shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery! Thy songs were made for the pure and free -- They shall never sound in slavery!" (Repeating the last four lines rallentando and più forte makes a good finish) |
After growing up hearing my parents listening to Johnny Cash, it was kind of wild when he did Nine Inch Nails "Hurt"
I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hold The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything [Chorus:] What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here [Chorus:] What have I become My ssweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt If I could start again A million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way |
That Johnny Cash album was like .. well he knew he was outa here & like a farewell type thingie. Semi morbid and a little spooky if you ask me. Like the "Street Survivors" album for Van Zant......
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Seems artists that are going through personal trauma like health issues or divorce do good music. Passionate performances. ;)
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Vern Gosdin is a good example. He has been through exactly as many nasty divorces as he has cut hit albums. He admitted it in an interview. Said the only way he could come up with all the tearjerking material was when he was knee deep in it himself. I checked it out (being a huge Gosdin fan) and the records chronologically parrallel his divorces. He can really write some sad shit.
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Happy Birthday Jerry
Jerome John Garcia August 1, 1942 - August 9, 1995 All the years combine, they melt into a dream, A broken angel sings from a guitar. In the end there’s just a song comes cryin’ up the night Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years. Stella blue. stella blue. When all the cards are down, there’s nothing left to see, There’s just the pavement left and broken dreams. In the end there’s still that song comes cryin’ like the wind. Down every lonely street that’s ever been Stella blue. stella blue. I’ve stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, can’t win for trying. Dust off those rusty strings just one more time, Gonna make them shine, shine It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free, There’s nothing you can hold, for very long. And when you hear that song come crying like the wind, It seems like all this life was just a dream. Stella blue. stella blue. |
A number of people/groups have done this song. I first heard it from a Celtic group called "North Sea Gas". Fine music.
If Wishes Were Fishes I wish I was home again, at home in my heart again, It's been a long time since my heart talked to me; Wastin' my precious days, wishin' my life away, If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets in the sea. If wishes were fishes, I know where I'd be, Casting my net in the dark rolling sea; And if my net's empty when it comes back to shore, I'll throw it away and go fishing no more. I wish I was young again, my song still to be sung again, The sweet tunes of my life have gone sour and off key; Writin' my tired old rhymes, tryin' to turn back time, If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets in the sea. If wishes were fishes, I know where I'd be, Casting my net in the dark rolling sea; And if my net's empty when it comes back to shore, I'll throw it away and go fishing no more. I wish I could care again, reach out and share again, Mend what's been broken and let it run free; The older I get, it seems the more wishin' takes the place of dreams, If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets in the sea. If wishes were fishes, I know where I'd be, Casting my net in the dark rolling sea; And if my net's empty when it comes back to shore, I'll throw it away and go fishing no more. |
Another Super Power Winning Friends
"Fields Of Athenry"
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling Michael, they have taken you away, For you stole Trevelyan's corn, So the young might see the morn. Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay. [Chorus:] Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they cut me down. Now you must raise our child with dignity. [Chorus] By a lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star falling As the prison ship sailed out against the sky Sure she'll wait and hope and pray, for her love in Botany Bay It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry. [Chorus] |
The Proclaimers
Yes I know you’re right I see it in your fierce eyes But me I’ve never thought straight Since the day I had the first doubt Yes I know you’re right And I’ll back you to a point pal But I’ll never be constrained By another man’s ideas now I spent too long on this road Looking for the answers But poverty and failure Aren’t what I’m after I painted fight on factories But they closed the factory down pal I want to find out where the heart’s gone Find out where the nerves gone What do you do When democracy fails you What do you do When the rest can’t see it’s true? Pat votes the scots way Just like her mother But south always takes all Just like her brother The next time she might vote So might the others But times running out pal Cause they’re giving up in numbers What do you do When democracy’s all through What do you do When minority means you? |
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep What do you feel when you look in the mirror Are you proud How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why Dear Mr. President Were you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy How can you say No child is left behind We're not dumb and we're not blind They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye Let me tell you bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don't know nothing bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh How do you sleep at night How do you walk with your head held high Dear Mr. President You'd never take a walk with me Would you Pink feat. Indigo Girls |
Some things 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 can't hope to see The beauty that surrounds them Isn't it a pity -george harrison |
"The Trouble With Me"
You see the trouble with me I've got a head full of fuck I'm a basket case I don't think I can love, love, love You see the trouble with you Is you're in love with me What a strange thing to do What a brave place to be So we dive On sunset strip Our hearts so deep I drown in it And as it breaks I swim through cracks And leave with words I can't take back You see the trouble with me Monkey see monkey do There's no you in tomorrow A better offer came through You see the trouble with you There's no trouble with you So when you say that you love me That stops me loving you So she stays On sunset strip Our hearts so full I drown in it She's waiting for My words to break The one true love I couldn't make So she walks That golden mile Men will try And catch her eye We both know What could have been On sunset strip Our broken dream |
Save Me by Unwritten Law
Had a bad day, don't talk to me, gonna ride this out, My little black heart, breaks apart, with your big mouth. And I'm sick of my sickness Don't touch me, you'll get this. I'm useless, lazy, perverted, and you hate me. You can't save me, You can't change me, Well I'm waiting for my wakeup call, And everything, everything's my fault. Went to the doctor, and I asked her, to make this stop. (whoa) Got medication, a new addiction, Fucking thanks a lot. I had to relapse, I'm bad at rehabs It ruins everything. (whoa) So point your finger, at the singer, He's in the pharmacy. You can't save me, You can't change me, Well I'm waiting for my wake up call, and everything's my fault. You can't save me, You can't blame me, Well I'm waiting here to take a fall, and everything, and everything's my fault. And I'm a death threat haven't slept yet, Baby why the wake up call I'm the bad boy tell the tabloids everything's my fault. Whoa whoa whoa yeah, write it write it, Whoa Whoa whoa everything's my fault, everything's my fault. I went to heaven, but couldn't get in, For what I have done. I said please take me, they said you're crazy you had too much fun. You can't save me, You can't change me, Well I'm waiting for my wake up call, and everything's my fault. You can't save me, You can't blame me, Well I'm waiting here to take a fall, and everything, everything's my fault. You can't save me, You can't change me, You can't save me, You can't change me, You can't save me, You can't change me,(everything's my fault) You can't save me, You can't change me, Everything's my fault. |
Crossfade
Cold Looking back at me I see that I never really got it right I never stopped to think of you, I’m always wrapped up in things I cannot win You are the antidote that gets me by, something strong like a drug that gets me high What I really meant to say Is I’m sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold I never meant to be so Cold to you, I’m sorry about all the lies, maybe in a different light, You can see me stand on my own again cause now I can see You are the antidote that gets me by, something strong like a drug that gets me high What I really meant to say Is I’m sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold I never meant to be so cold Never meant to be, so cold I never really wanted you see the screwed side of me That I keep locked inside of me so deep, it always seems to get to me I never really wanted you to go so many things you should have known I guess for me there’s no home; I never meant to be so cold What I really meant to say Is I’m sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold I never meant to be so cold |
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