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Post by mitchfit on May 18, 2024 3:15:02 GMT
Hillbilly Blues
songs written by performers except where noted:
The Rank Stranger--Stanley Brothers
I want To Go Home--Bobby Bare--written by Michael Bublé
The Whole World 'Round--The Dillards
The L&N Don’t Stop Here Anymore--Jean Ritchie
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Post by mitchfit on May 12, 2024 20:10:21 GMT
^^^^
as they say Down Under, "good on-ya mate".
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Post by mitchfit on May 12, 2024 19:10:54 GMT
"We Three"--Written by: Sammy Mysels, Nelson Cogane, Dick Robertson.
first heard this song in an olde jukebox at a mom-and-pop [Mr. & Mrs Browning] bar and grill within walking distance of a marine hydraulics outfit i worked for on the docks of Ballard, Washington in the mid 1970s. the drive to where i lived on the hillside across I-5 from Boeing Field was about 15 miles, and i learned it only took about a half hour to drive there if i spent about an hour eating at their business until the overwhelming traffic of then Seattle had died down.
in the "Ink Spots" trademark sing+talk+sing style, a great blues lyric resides. perhaps even the prototype of what is called "doo wop" music of the 1950s and the currently mostly non-melodic rap music genre. anyways, loved it and still do. "Fred Sanford" AKA Redd Foxx sang intro into the Ink Spots' tune "If I Didn't Care" many times in Sanford and Son TV series. would guess he loved them also.
seems many others felt the same way---below shamelessly pilfered from WIKI "We Three" entry:
The Ink Spots version was recorded in July 1940 and released on Decca in October (b/w "My Greatest Mistake")
Dolores O'Neill recorded "We Three" with the Bob Chester Orchestra on 14 August 1940 in New York City Ella Fitzgerald, who would later record with The Ink Spots, also recorded the song for Decca in 1940
Brenda Lee recorded "We Three" for her 1960 Decca album This Is...Brenda. Bob Dylan has performed the song in concert three times, twice in 1986 and once in 1988.
Country singer Wayne Hancock covered "We Three" on his 2001 album A-Town Blues. Paul McCartney included the song on his 2012 album of American standards, Kisses On The Bottom with Canadian pianist and singer Diana Krall.
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Post by mitchfit on May 12, 2024 18:12:13 GMT
^^^^ IMO, country music got infected with political correctness about 2010, but seems to be recovering lately.
country boozing songs may be gone but not forgotten--written by Toby Keith and Scotty Emerick.
sang by Willy and Toby:
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Post by mitchfit on May 11, 2024 21:51:44 GMT
^^^^ what MM said!
ooops, very negligent to post lyrics without credits.
It's A Beautiful Day band members David and Linda LaFlamme wrote "White Bird"
Janis Ian wrote >most< of her own songs, including "When The Party's Over". she has won 2 grammy awards. she has been nominated for 10 grammys. she has also written commercial jingles, including songs for McDonalds, AT&T, Budweiser, and Coke. looked for songs she wrote for them to no avail. likely due to contract stipulations.
"they'll buy up all your rights and all your wrongs"
"I wrote my first song at 12, was published at 13, made a record at 14, had a hit at 15, and was a has-been at 16. So, 'At Seventeen' means more to me than you can know."
both are Janis Ian quotes...
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Post by mitchfit on May 11, 2024 2:31:28 GMT
Janis Ian---
Would you like to learn to sing? Would you like to sing my song? Would you like to learn to love me best of all? Anyone can learn the words And the melody's so plain This is my song to bring you back again
I'll teach you how to sing and dance With a song and dance routine And when the party's over You can fall in love with me
Would like to learn to tango? Do you dance the light fandango? Teach you how before we're done Anyone can make it two Any two can turn to one And the melody's lost before the song's begun
Well, we sound so good together And so poorly sung alone Your harmony's an open breeze Into my sheltered home
I can teach you how to sing and dance With a song and dance routine And when my party's over You can fall in love with me
Maria Muldaur---
Midnight at the oasis Send your camel to bed Shadows painting our faces Traces of romance in our heads
Heaven's holding a half moon Shining just for us Let's slip off to A sand dune, real soon And kick up a little dust
Come on, cactus is our friend He'll point out the way Come on, 'til the evening ends 'Til the evening ends
You don't have to answer There's no need to speak I'll be your belly dancer, prancer And you can be my sheik
I know your daddy's a sultan A nomad known to all With 50 girls to attend him They all send him Jump at his beck and call
But you won't need no harem, honey When I'm by your side And you won't need no camel, no, no When I take you for a ride
Come on, cactus is our friend He'll point out the way Come on, 'til the evening ends 'Til the evening ends
Midnight at the oasis Send your camel to bed Got shadows painting our faces And traces of romance in our heads
Oh, come on, oh, come on Woo, hoo, hoo, yeah, oh, yeah
It's A beautiful Day---
White bird in a golden cage On a winter's day, in the rain White bird in a golden cage Alone
The leaves blow 'cross the long, black road To the darkened sky in its rage But the white bird just sits in her cage Unknown
White bird must fly, she will die
The white bird dreams of the Aspen tree With her dying leaves turning gold But the white bird just sits in her cage Growing old
White bird must fly or she will die White bird must fly or she will die
The sunsets come, the sunsets go The clouds roll by, and the Earth turns slow And a young bird's eyes do always glow And she must fly She must fly She must fly
[Instrumental Break]
White bird in a golden cage On a winter's day, in the rain White bird in a golden cage Alone
White bird must fly, she will die White bird must fly or she will die White bird must fly, she will die
White bird must fly
Tina Turner---
You must understand, oh, the touch of your hand Makes my pulse react That it's only the thrill of boy meetin' girl Opposites attract
It's physical Only logical You must try to ignore that it means more than that Oh
What's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love but a second-hand emotion? What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
It may seem to you that I'm acting confused When you're close to me If I tend to look dazed, I've read it someplace I've got cause to be
There's a name for it There's a phrase that fits But whatever the reason, you do it for me Oh
What's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love but a second-hand emotion? What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? Ooh
I've been takin' on a new direction But I have to say I've been thinking about my own protection It scares me to feel this way Oh
What's love got to do, got to do with it? What's love but a second-hand emotion? What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? (What's love?) Got to do, got to do with it What's love but a sweet old-fashioned notion? What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
(What's love got to do?) Ooh, got to do with it (What's love but a second-hand emotion?) What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? (What's love?) Ooh, ooh (Got to do with it) Got to do with it (What's love?) But a second-hand emotion
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Post by mitchfit on May 10, 2024 18:28:59 GMT
no problems with those who feel like promoting what they admire.
[through selective wearing i managed to make an original "dark side of the moon" T-shirt last nearly 30 years]
still, tend to agree with MM here that a superior product will be the best advertisement. if true, my MM blues '36 is a 40 foot tall billboard.
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Post by mitchfit on May 7, 2024 3:12:43 GMT
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Post by mitchfit on May 7, 2024 0:39:01 GMT
different paths to the same destination
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Post by mitchfit on May 6, 2024 15:14:30 GMT
Now that the holidays have come They can relax and watch the sun Rise above all of the beautiful things they've done
Go to the country, take the dog Look at the sky without the smog See the world laugh at the farmers feeding hogs Eat hot dogs
What a pity that the people from the city Can't relate to the slower things That the country brings
Time itself is bought and sold The spreading fear of growing old Contains a thousand foolish games that we play
While people planning trips to stars Allow another boulevard to claim a quiet country lane It's insane
So the subtle face is a loser this time around Here we are in the years Where the showman shifts the gears Flags become careers Children cry in fear "Let us out of here"
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Post by mitchfit on May 4, 2024 17:44:50 GMT
^^^^ at first i thought that riff COULDN'T HAVE gone UN-noticed.
which gets heard first, the words or the music?
endeavor to persever, mitchfit .
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Post by mitchfit on May 4, 2024 17:36:58 GMT
case in point-read an interview with Paul Simon where he said that the initial transcript of Bridge Over Troubled Waters had left him underwhelmed. he put it on the back burner for a while until he realized that another tune waiting in the hall would go perfectly with it as an outro. that song got spliced in around the 3 minute mark, starting with, "sail on silver bird".
so save your failures, they are really all just winners waiting for their chance to get into the game.
...Funny how my memory slips when looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme, drinking my vodka and lime... "A Hazy Shade of Winter"
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Post by mitchfit on May 4, 2024 16:32:59 GMT
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Post by mitchfit on May 3, 2024 22:10:44 GMT
^^^^ MM, 2nd video is a dead link?
had to go to original source in order to ask--see what looks like a six cog gear icon in lower right hand area of video frame. click on it to change speed to 2X then play:
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Post by mitchfit on May 3, 2024 18:51:52 GMT
CAPTAIN"S LOG genre--historical rock subtitle--great lyrics stardate--OU812
They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn Moving in lines through the day Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay Waiting for orders we held in the wood Word from the front never came By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and on our knees And all that I ever was able to see The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine Smolensk and Viasma soon fell By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel Closer and closer to Moscow they come Riding the wind like a bell General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow And all that I ever was able to see The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise You'll never know, you'll never know which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us As we're stealing through the blackness of the night You'll never know, you'll never hear us And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming The morning roads leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
Two broken Tigers on fire in the night Flicker their souls to the wind We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun At home it will almost be spring The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down And all that I ever was able to see the eyes of the city are opening Now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over And I listen to the clicking of the train-wheels as we roll across the border And now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner "They only held me for a day, a lucky break," I say they turn and listen closer I'll never know, I'll never know why I was taken from the line and all the others To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers "Never" And the evening sighs, and the steely Russian skies go on forever
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