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Post by tigercubt20 on Jun 22, 2024 14:05:36 GMT
i am a simple hobby bottleneck acoustic player. i play occasional open mikes, folk clubs??. acoustic music clubs, acoustic blues club. i see a lot of excellent acoustic performers. sometimes someone who is a bit nervous launches into that fantastic complicated piece they spent a lot of effort on. very often nerves get the better of them, it goes a bit wrong. my solution, is to start with something simple to play and sing, to get your fingers and slide working. and to adjust to the shock of the guitar and voice sounding a bit weird if your plugged in.
in open D a simple 4 and 5 string riff, and the 3 chords. the break is the riff shoved up and down the fretboard.
LYRICS.
see my pony see my pony run.
see my pony see my pony rum
see my pony see my pony run.
run like the wind walk like a blazing sun...
see the buffalo see the buffalo run ..twice.
see the buffalo see the buffalo run.
run like thunder stand like a spirit in the sun...BREAK.
see my arrow see my arrow fly...twice.
see my arrow see my arrow fly.
fly like an eagle strike from a burning sky.
see the paleface see the paleface run...twice.
see the paleface see the paleface run..
they killed the eagle. poisoned the rising sun.
killed the eagle, poisoned the rising sun..twice.
i aint a poet, and i know it. JIM.
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 22, 2024 17:51:40 GMT
songs that were entirely different from their author's and/or singers normal repertoire yet worked very well:
GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS--ROGER WATERS
Icy wind of night, be gone. This is not your domain. In the sky a bird was heard to cry. Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds Belied a deathly silence that lay all around. Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground. See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea. In the lazy water meadow I lay me down. All around me, Golden sunflakes settle on the ground, Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon, Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room. Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground. See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
WILLIE NELSON AND EMMY LOU HARRIS--ONE PAPER KID WRITTEN BY WALTER COWART
Cowboys and Indians and trees he could climb Tomorrow came too fast but he didn't mind The distance was short so light it again It don't take no time to get where I am But one paper kid wasn't really so mean Just a little bit scarred and a little bit green And he'd heard of a place it was legal to dream So he sat with his coffee in a blue Texas wind And he wrote on a rock the one paper kid is rollin' again
Driver was drunk or he just didn't see The future is there it'll happen to me And all the time that he wasted was his once again Ah, it never takes long to get where you've been Broken hearts scattered all over the past Old bad memories trying to last Whiskey and women and growing up fast Fussing and loving and itching like grass Hell that one paper kid wasn't really so mean Just a little bit weird cause times were so lean Now he's gone to a place where it's legal to dream No camels no coffee no cold morning winds It was wrote on a rock The one paper kid is rollin' again
MULL OF KINTYRE--WRITTEN BY PAUL MCCARTNEY AND DENNY LAINE
Mull of Kintyre Oh, mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh, Mull of Kintyre
Far have I travelled and much have I seen Dark distant mountains with valleys of green Past painted deserts, the sunsets on fire As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre Oh, mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh, Mull of Kintyre
Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen Carry me back to the days I knew then Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre Oh, mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh, Mull of Kintyre
Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain Still take me back where my memories remain Flickering embers grow higher and higher As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre Oh, mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh, Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre Oh, mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh, Mull of Kintyre
La, la, la, la, la, Mull of Kintyre La, la, la, la, la, Mull of Kintyre
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Post by Pickers Ditch on Jun 23, 2024 8:03:42 GMT
surprised this one has not been posted yet:
Dirty old river Must you keep rolling Flowing into the night? People so busy Make me feel dizzy Taxi light shines so bright
But I don't need no friends As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset I am in paradise
(Sha-la-la) Every day I look at the world from my window (Sha-la-la) But chilly, chilly is evening time Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Terry meets Julie Waterloo Station Every Friday night But I am so lazy Don't want to wander I stay at home at night
But I don't feel afraid As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset I am in paradise
(Sha-la-la) Every day I look at the world from my window (Sha-la-la) But chilly, chilly is evening time Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Millions of people Swarming like flies 'round Waterloo underground But Terry and Julie Cross over the river Where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset They are in paradise
Waterloo sunset's fine Waterloo sunset's fine Waterloo sunset's fine
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Post by Pickers Ditch on Jun 23, 2024 8:11:07 GMT
...and this one:
I met her in a club down in old Soho Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Cherry cola C-O-L-A, cola She walked up to me and she asked me to dance I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola" L-O-L-A, Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine Oh my Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand Why she walked like a woman but talked like a man Oh my Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all night Under electric candlelight She picked me up and sat me on her knee She said, "Little boy, won't you come home with me?" Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy But when I looked in her eyes Well, I almost fell for my Lola Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
I pushed her away I walked to the door I fell to the floor I got down on my knees Then I looked at her, and she at me Well, that's the way that I want it to stay And I always want it to be that way for my Lola Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world Except for Lola Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'd left home just a week before And I'd never ever kissed a woman before But Lola smiled and took me by the hand She said, "Little boy, gonna make you a man" Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man And so is Lola Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
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Post by Michael Messer on Jun 23, 2024 12:38:42 GMT
Some classics coming along on this thread. How's this for an extraordinary piece of writing and a wonderful performance by the great Louis Armstrong. He really was an amazing artist. This song is so simple, yet coming from Louis Armstrong it is powerful and beautiful.
I see trees of green Red roses too I see them bloom For me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue And clouds of white The bright blessed day The dark sacred night And I think to myself What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow So pretty in the sky Are also on the faces Of people going by I see friends shaking hands Saying, "How do you do?" They're really saying I love you
I hear babies cry I watch them grow They'll learn much more Than I'll ever know And I think to myself What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself What a wonderful world Ooh, yes
Songwriters: George David Weiss / Robert Thiele
I think Louis smoked one too many of those "arrangements" in the green room. A wonderful documentary film that discusses this area of Louis' life, "Laughing Louis" is a well worth watching.
Shine On Michael
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 23, 2024 17:14:15 GMT
AS LONG AS WE'RE TALKING KINKS, IT WOULD BE WRONG TO LEAVE OUT:
KING KONG--WRITTEN BY RAY DAVIES
I'm King Kong and I'm ten feet long Got a big six gun and everybody is scared I'm King Kong, got a hydrogen bomb I can blow up your houses so you better beware
Everybody wants power Everybody wants fame Everybody wants money La-la-la-la-la, King Kong La-la-la-la-la Little man's weak and big man's strong Everyone wants to be King Kong, oh yeah
I'm King Kong, I got so much money I can buy anybody who gets in my hair I'm King Kong, and I'm big and strong I can blow up your houses so you better beware
Everybody wants power Everybody wants fame Everybody wants money La-la-la-la-la, King Kong La-la-la-la-la Little man's weak and big man's strong Everyone wants to be King Kong, oh yeah
I'm King Kong and I'm ten feet long Got a big six gun and everybody is scared I'm King Kong, got a hydrogen bomb I can blow up your houses so you better beware
Everybody wants power Everybody wants fame Everybody wants money La-la-la-la-la, King Kong La-la-la-la-la Little man's weak and big man's strong Everyone wants to be King Kong, oh yeah
SHANGRI-LA--WRITTEN BY RAY DAVIES
Now that you've found your paradise This is your Kingdom to command You can go outside and polish your car Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-la Here is your reward for working so hard Gone are the lavatories in the back yard Gone are the days when you dreamed of that car You just want to sit in your Shangri-la
Put on your slippers and sit by the fire You've reached your top and you just can't get any higher You're in your place and you know where you are In your Shangri-la Sit back in your old rocking chair You need not worry, you need not care You can't go anywhere Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la
The little man who gets the train Got a mortgage hanging over his head But he's too scared to complain 'Cause he's conditioned that way Time goes by and he pays off his debts Got a TV set and a radio For seven shillings a week Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la
And all the houses in the street have got a name 'Cause all the houses in the street they look the same Same chimney pots, same little cars, same window panes The neighbors call to tell you things that you should know They say their lines, they drink their tea, and then they go They tell your business in another Shangri-la The gas bills and the water rates, and payments on the car Too scared to think about how insecure you are Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-la Shangri-la, Shangri-la la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Put on your slippers and sit by the fire You've reached your top and you just can't get any higher You're in your place and you know where you are In your Shangri-la Sit back in your old rocking chair You need not worry, you need not care You can't go anywhere Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la
mitchfit
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 23, 2024 17:23:26 GMT
ANOTHER GREAT SONG WRITTEN BY Mr. TRADITIONAL MUSIC:
mitchfit
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Post by tomgiemza on Jun 24, 2024 9:12:25 GMT
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Post by Michael Messer on Jun 24, 2024 10:07:32 GMT
Cisco Houston was an interesting artist that history and time have mostly forgotten. Apart from Bob Dylan, I have rarely heard his name mentioned. His recordings with Woody Guthrie and Sonny Terry for the Folkways label are wonderful. Not many blues fans are aware of this part of Terry's career. Very cool hearing Woody playing mandolin. This is an interesting song, obviously a rewrite of Bill Cox & Cliff Hobbs Oozlin' Daddy Blues. Both are great songs in their own right. This is a wonderful song and an equally brilliant performance. Shine On Michael
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Post by tomgiemza on Jun 24, 2024 12:37:39 GMT
Tom Paxton wrote a beautiful song about Cisco, he also mentioned Woody Guthrie.
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Post by Michael Messer on Jun 24, 2024 13:47:22 GMT
And of course this masterpiece written for Woody Guthrie, but includes a beautiful verse about Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too.
I'm out here a thousand miles from my home Walkin' a road other men have gone down I'm seein' your world of people and things Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings
Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song 'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along Seems sick and it's hungry, it's tired and it's torn It looks like it's a-dyin' and it's hardly been born
Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I'm a-sayin' and a-many times more I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough 'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done
Here's to Cisco and Sonny and Leadbelly too And to all the good people that traveled with you Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind
I'm a-leaving' tomorrow, but I could leave today Somewhere down the road someday The very last thing that I'd want to do Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too
Shine On Michael
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Post by archtopeddy on Jun 25, 2024 1:57:33 GMT
Looking at these songs about Woody, Cisco, and etc., makes me realize how much I don't know and how much this group adds to my musical depth. Thank you fellas for the education.
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Post by slide496 on Jun 26, 2024 18:16:51 GMT
I hope this fits in the thread -
Mike Russo toured with Fred Mcdowell. The first clip is 6 string and second is 12 string
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Post by Michael Messer on Jun 26, 2024 19:55:02 GMT
Harriet, those songs all fit right into the thread. There are some great songs and performances. Mike Russo is another name on the folk scene that history has forgotten. He was a very good twelve string guitarist and singer.
The only song in your post that I struggle with is Good Morning Little Schoolgirl. I am pleased that you posted it and not a male forum member. It is a song that I have always struggled with, and in today's world I find it hard to listen to. I think a young audience, male or female, would find it offensive. There are a few blues songs that fall into the same category, so it is not just the Schoolgirl song.
San Francisco Bay Blues is a beautiful song. Jesse Fuller was a special artist and this was his masterpiece. One of my favourite versions of it was recorded by Phoebe Snow in 1974. Back in the mid 70s this album followed me around for a year or two.
I got the blues when my baby left me down by the San Francisco Bay An ocean liner came and took her away I didn't mean to treat her bad, she was the best gal I ever had; She said good-bye, made me cry Made me wanna lay down my head and die
Well I ain't got a nickel, and I ain't got a lousy dime? She don't come back, I think I'm gonna lose my mind She ever comes back to stay, it's gonna be another brand new day Walkin' with my baby by the San Francisco Bay
Well, I'm sittin' here on the back porch, don't know which way to go; The gal that I'm so crazy about, she don't love me anymore Think I'm gonna take a freight train, cause I'm feelin' blue Gonna ride it to the end of the line, thinkin' only of you
Well I ain't got a nickel, and I ain't got a lousy dime? She don't come back, I think I'm gonna lose my mind She ever comes back to stay, it's gonna be another brand new day Walkin' with my baby by the San Francisco Bay Walkin' with my baby by the San Francisco Bay Walkin' with my baby by the San Francisco Bay
Arlo Guthrie's performance of Don't Think Twice is great. Back in the 90s I travelled to Ireland with Arlo. I enjoyed talking with him.
Keep the songs coming!
Shine On Michael
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Post by mitchfit on Jun 26, 2024 20:20:25 GMT
one of the earliest film recordings of The Louis Armstrong Orchestra, playing "High Society Rag", "...You Rascal You" and "Chinatown". the Fleischer Brothers, [Max and Dave] built this cartoon/video around those songs.
[one of the earliest (to my knowledge) examples of a specifically designed song video]
maybe the brothers success would eventually turn into a successful alpha test for the Operation Mockingbird borne MTV network?
the brother's parents had immigrated from Poland to the US amid a growing wave of antisemitism in Europe in the early 1890s. their father had done very well financially as a tailor to the rich elite in NYC until mass-produced factory made clothing put him out of business and the family sold their house, and then moved to Brownsville--a poor Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn at that time.
brother Max invented the "Rotoscope" which revolutionized cartoon making and he first premiered the "follow the bouncing ball" format for cartoon musicals. the brothers made the original "Popeye The Sailor" cartoons which were like Rembrandt paintings compared to era cartoons, and even those made today. the artistry involved by their cartoon skills are probably why we know who Walt Disney is today, as he hired them to create some of his best cartoons.
while many politically correct observers today say the below cartoon is racist and consider it a pariah of social rejection, i would point out that the brothers helped Louis' career immensely. as well as Cab Calloway's. Dan Redman's also. The Royal Samoan's. in fact, their cartoons were so-o-o racist that the Jim Crow southern states felt the need to ban their cartoons completely...
one has to consider that i'm so-o-o racist that i laughed my buttockses off when Fred Sanford/Redd Foxx used to tell his stage son Lamont Sanford/Demond Wilson that "he was dumber than a white man". Sanford and Son was also cancelled due to it also being deemed as racist. to be honest, i'm so-o-o racist i also thought the Betty Boop cartoon called "Rhythm on the Reservation" was funny stuff too. moreover, bet my injun ancestors would also.
if we can't laugh at how silly WE ALL ARE, we will never be able to sit down and resolve our differences?
I'LL BE GLAD WHEN YOU'RE DEAD YOU RASCAL YOU--written by Sam Theard in 1929:
[here we see the original use for rezoguits, enough volume to be heard over the horns in the big band era]
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! When you dead in your grave, No more women will you crave. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, Then you got your ashes hauled. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else I suppose. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, You done stole my wife and gone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, And something else you tried to steal. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Please don't let me find you, rascal, you. Please don't let me find you, rascal, you! Please don't let me find you Cause you'll leave this world behind you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, I done bought a Gatling Gun, And you still having your fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun; The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, And I'm gonna take your life. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you!
mitchfit
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