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Post by richclough on Apr 30, 2024 22:23:13 GMT
And to change the vibe a bit from this great chilled out stuff…here’s a song from Kathleen Edwards. I have a weakness for female singer songwriters; looking for insight. It’s interesting to think how this would come across if a male sang it. And then I think that actually it’s not acceptable from either sex, and then I get confused because I still like it as a raw expression of emotion…
I've got ways to make you sorry, Start my life with someone else. I've got ways to make you fall, I'll tell you all the things that I lied about. I've got ways to make you mad, Laughing at the girl sitting on your lap. I've got ways to make you sing my songs, Ones I ain't written yet.
I've got lights you've never seen. I've got moves I've never used. I've got ways to make you come back to me.
I've got ways to make you strange, Drug you up and drag you home. I've got ways to track you down, In all the places you like to go. I've got ways to make you crazy, Wear all the things you always wanted me to. I've got ways to make you run, My daddy is coming for you.
I've got lights you've never seen. I've got moves I've never used. I've got ways to make you come back to me.
I've got ways to make you hear me, Just by whispering your name. I've got ways to make you think, You'll never be happy again. I've got ways to make you see, I'm so much better than before. I've got ways to make you swear, You won't want your old life anymore.
I've got lights you've never seen. I've got moves I've never used. I've got ways to make you come back to me.
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Post by richclough on Apr 30, 2024 22:32:33 GMT
It’s getting late in the UK so here’s a nightcap…I’m not even sure if it’s a song, a poem with a sonic setting?
Anyway, it has power. Still remember the first time I heard it in a friend’s flat in Leeds after coming back from the Alternative night at the Phono bar. I was in my goth phase…
The ocean doesn't want me today But I'll be back tomorrow to play And the strangels will take me Down deep in their brine The mischievous braingels Down into the endless blue wine I'll open my head and let out All of my time I'd love to go drowning And to stay and to stay But the ocean doesn't want me today I'll go in up to here It can't possibly hurt All they will find is my beer And my shirt A rip tide is raging And the life guard is away But the ocean doesn't want me today But the ocean doesn't want me today The ocean doesn't want me today
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Post by mitchfit on May 1, 2024 0:07:23 GMT
OUCH! sure glad she wrote "Back To Me" for the unfortunate guy in the video.
another song that could be taken the wrong way entirely below. makes me wonder how nobody ended up getting arrested for stalking:
mitchfit
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Post by richclough on May 1, 2024 6:05:37 GMT
OUCH! sure glad she wrote "Back To Me" for the unfortunate guy in the video. another song that could be taken the wrong way entirely below. makes me wonder how nobody ended up getting arrested for stalking: mitchfit I believe he’s described it as ‘a nasty little song’. From memory it was written from his wife’s perspective…after he left her for her best friend. There have been cover versions where it’s been sung as a romantic song, even as a duet I believe, which validates previous points about people who don’t pay attention to lyrics!
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Post by mrstrellisofnwales on May 1, 2024 6:33:58 GMT
So many great songs here and lyrics have set the tone for our world. Maybe one day a song writer could be recognised and get a Nobel Prize for their body of work🧐. But the way the words and music dovetail together sets the mood for the song. Going back to the original post, with no tune to hear but it’s pretty much a blues song in essence and has a context from its time. What makes the melody and the lyrics actually fit? To me that’s the real mystery
Mrs T
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Post by richclough on May 1, 2024 7:02:33 GMT
So many great songs here and lyrics have set the tone for our world. Maybe one day a song writer could be recognised and get a Nobel Prize for their body of work🧐. But the way the words and music dovetail together sets the mood for the song. Going back to the original post, with no tune to hear but it’s pretty much a blues song in essence and has a context from its time. What makes the melody and the lyrics actually fit? To me that’s the real mystery Mrs T Erm…not sure if this counts? en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/2016_Nobel_Prize_in_Literature
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Post by Michael Messer on May 1, 2024 7:59:28 GMT
This is becoming an interesting thread.
The singing a song to another song's melody that became such an important part of those shows are clever and amusing, but they are obviously not spontaneous performances. They are arranged and rehearsed, and I am sure that many ideas never made it to the show. I admire the ideas, but they just make me smile, not laugh.
Comedy writing is an important and credible art form and two that spring to mind are Victoria Wood's 'Freda & Barry' and Eric Idle's 'Always look on The Bright Side of Life'. Both of these songs are very much in the English tradition of music hall comedy, and both illustrate my original point that a song is not a poem, it has to be set to music to work. For me Victoria Wood's song has the edge because of its references and clever use of rhymes. Eric Idle's song relies heavily on seeing the performance, not just hearing it.
Freda & Barry by Victoria Wood
Freda and Barry sat one night, The sky was clear, the stars were bright, The wind was soft, the moon was up, Freda drained her cocoa cup. She licked her lips, she felt sublime, She switched off Gardener’s Question Time, Barry cringed in fear and dread, As Freda grabbed his tie and said,
Let’s do it , let’s do it, do it while the mood is right. I’m feeling appealing, I’ve really got an appetite, I’m on fire With desire I could handle half the tenors in a Male Voice Choir, Let’s do it, let’s do it tonight.
I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I don’t believe in too much sex This fashion, for passion, turns us in to nervous wrecks No derision, My decision, I’d rather watch The Spinners on the television I can’t do it, I can’t do it tonight.
So she said
Let’s do it, let’s do it, do it till our hearts go boom Go native, creative, living in the living room This folly Is jolly Bend me over backwards on my hostess trolley Let’s do it, let’s do it tonight
I can’t do it, I can’t do it, my heavy breathing days are gone. I’m older, I feel colder, it’s other things that turn me on I’m imploring I’m boring Let me read this catalogue on vinyl flooring I can’t do it, I can’t do it tonight
Let’s do it, let’s do it, have a crazy night of love I’ll strip bare, I’ll just wear, stilettos and an oven glove Don’t starve a Girl of a palava Dangle from the wardrobe in your balaclava Let’s do it, let’s do it tonight
I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I know I’ll only get it wrong Don’t angle, for me to dangle, my arms have never been that strong Stop pouting Shop shouting You know I pulled a muscle when I did that grouting I can’t do it, I can’t do it tonight
Let’s do it, let’s do it, share a night of wild romance Frenetic, poetic, this could be your last big chance To quote Milton To eat Stilton Roll in gay abandon on the tufted Wilton Let’s do it, let’s do it tonight
I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I’ve got other little jobs on hand. Don’t grouse, around the house, I’ve got a busy evening planned Stop nagging I’m flagging You know as well as I do that the pipes need lagging I can’t do it, I can’t do it tonight
Let’s do it, let’s do it, while I’m really in the mood Three cheers, it’s years, since I caught you even semi nude Get drastic Gymnastic Wear your baggy Y fronts with the loose elastic Let’s do it, let’s do it tonight
I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I must refuse to get undressed I’d feel silly, it’s too chilly to go without me thermal vest Don’t choose me Don’t use me My mother’s sent a note to say you must excuse me I can’t do it, I can’t do it tonight
Let’s do it, let’s do it, I feel I absolutely must I won’t exempt you, I want to tempt you, want to drive you mad with lust No cautions Just contortions Smear an avocado on my lower portions Let’s do it, let’s do it tonight
I can’t do it, I can’t do it, it’s really not my cup of tea I’m harassed, embarrassed, I wish you hadn’t picked on me No barter Non-starter I feel about as sensuous as Jimmy Carter I can’t do it, I can’t do it tonight
Let’s do it, let’s do it, I really want to run amok Let’s wiggle, let’s jiggle, let’s really make the rafters rock Be mighty Be flighty Come and melt the buttons on my flame proof nightie Let’s do it, let’s do it tonight
Let’s do it, let’s do it, I really want to rant and rave Let’s go, cos I know, just how I want you to behave Not bleakly Not meekly Beat me on the bottom with a Woman’s Weekly Let’s do it, Let’s do it tonight…
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Eric Idle - Always look on the bright side of life
Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble, give a whistle And this'll help things turn out for the best And Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the light side of life If life seems jolly rotten There's something you've forgotten And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing When you're feeling in the dumps Don't be silly chumps Just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing And Always look on the bright side of life (Come on) Always look on the right side of life For life is quite absurd And death's the final word You must always face the curtain with a bow Forget about your sin Give the audience a grin Enjoy it, it's your last chance anyhow So always look on the bright side of death A just before you draw your terminal breath Life's a piece of shit When you look at it Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true You'll see it's all a show Keep 'em laughin' as you go Just remember that the last laugh is on you And Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the right side of life (C'mon Brian, cheer up) Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the bright side of life Always look on the bright side of life I mean, what have you got to lose? You know, you come from nothing You're going back to nothing What have you lost? Nothing Always look on the right side of life Nothing will come from nothing, ya know what they say Cheer up ya old bugga c'mon give us a grin (Always look on the right side of life) There ya are, see It's the end of the film Incidentally this record's available in the foyer (Always look on the right side of life) Some of us got to live as well, you know (Always look on the right side of life) Who do you think pays for all this rubbish (Always look on the right side of life) They're not gonna make their money back, you know I told them, I said to him, Bernie, I said they'll never make their money back (Always look on the right side of life)
Shine On Michael
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Post by Michael Messer on May 1, 2024 8:06:13 GMT
I was never sure about Bob Dylan getting the Nobel Prize for Literature, and I am not sure that he was either. However, he has written some masterpieces....
Masters of War and Oxford Town are both amazing pieces of work
Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you sit back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion While the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins
How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could? I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die And your death will come soon I'll follow your casket By the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Oxford Town
Oxford town, Oxford town Everybody's got their heads bowed down Sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford town
He went down to Oxford town Guns and clubs followed him down All because his face was brown Better get away from Oxford town
Oxford town around the bend Come to the door, he couldn't get in All because of the colour of his skin What do you think about that, my friend?
Me, my gal, and my gal's son We got met with a tear gas bomb Don't even know why we come We're goin' back where we came from
Oxford town in the afternoon Everybody's singin' a sorrowful tune Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon Somebody better investigate soon.
I think we need to bring some classic blues songs into this ever growing thread
Shine On Michael
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Post by bonzo on May 1, 2024 8:29:27 GMT
A classic blues song you say? Howling Wolfs interpretation of 'Going down slow' would fit nicely into that category methinks. Singing about a life lived, good times bad times. Throw in some amazing slide guitar and you've got something really moving. Ps. Wish I knew how to post vids lots of good ones out there!
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Post by Michael Messer on May 1, 2024 9:27:08 GMT
A classic blues song you say? Howling Wolfs interpretation of 'Going down slow' would fit nicely into that category methinks. Singing about a life lived, good times bad times. Throw in some amazing slide guitar and you've got something really moving. Ps. Wish I knew how to post vids lots of good ones out there! There you go Bonzo.....as well as the Howlin' Wolf recording, I have also put a recording of Tom Jones & Jeff Beck playing this song, which is also beautiful. Man, you know I done enjoyed things that kings and queens Will never have In fact, things kings and queens can't never get And they don't even know about it And good times? I have had my fun If I never get well no more I have had my fun If I never get well no more Whoa, my health is fadin' Oh yes, I'm goin' down slow Now look here, I did not say, I was a millionaire But I said, I have spent more money than a millionaire 'Cause if I had kept all of the money I had already spent I would've been a millionaire a long time ago And women, well, googly moogly Please write my mama Tell her the shape I'm in Please write old mother Tell her the shape I'm in Tell her pray for me Forgive me for my sins Shine On Michael
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Post by Michael Messer on May 1, 2024 9:32:53 GMT
Robert Johnson's Love In Vain is an extraordinary piece of work. His vocal delivery is part early jazz singers and part soul singer.
This doers almost work as poetry, but it really comes to life with Robert's beautiful vocal delivery. So simple and perfect.
I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain All my love's in vain
When the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye Well, I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry All my love's in vain
When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind Well, the blue light was my blues, and the red light was my mind All my love's in vain
Hoo-hoo, ooh, Willie Mae Oh oh hey, hoo, Willie Mae Hoo-hoo, ooh, eeh, oh woe All my love's in vain
Shine On Michael
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Post by mrstrellisofnwales on May 1, 2024 9:34:48 GMT
The point about the ISIHAC clip was just to try and observe the link between lyrics and melody, rather than to show any great admiration for the piece. How many really great lyrics haven’t made it to public attention because they were put to a melody that doesn’t do it justice? Mrs T
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Post by Michael Messer on May 1, 2024 9:44:59 GMT
This is another beautiful blues song. The chorus and melody are from Tampa Red, but Elmore James certainly made it his own when he recorded it, which he did a few times.
The written lyric is once again very simple and does actually work as a poem, but when sung by Elmore it takes it becomes one of the greatest blues recordings. To me the vocal delivery is more soul than it is blues, he sounds like Otis Redding. Everything else is of course pure blues.
You said you was hurting You almost lost your mind Now the man you love He hurts you all the time
But when things go wrong Go wrong with you It hurts me too
You love him more When you should love him less While I pick up behind him And take his mess
But when things go wrong Go wrong with you It hurts me too
He loves another woman Yes, I love you But you love him And stick to him like glue
Oh, when things go wrong Go wrong with you It hurts me too, yeah
Now he'd better leave you Or you better put him down No, I wont stand To see you pushed around
But when things go wrong Go wrong with you It hurts me too
Shine On Michael
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Post by tomgiemza on May 1, 2024 10:24:17 GMT
I prefer Dylan's later period, although what he is doing is mostly recycling the old songs and lines. Dylan's Murder Most Foul is 17-minutes long, here are song's lyrics: www.bobdylan.com/songs/murder-most-foul/In my opinion, Kennedy is just the front and the true subject of this song is nostalgia. Lately I've been scrutinizing many song's lyrics, because I'm writing a book about pictures of America through XX century emerging from songs, so I'm relating to many songs and facts behind them. I'm writing it in Polish, my native language, but in future I would like to translete it into English. Yesterday, I finished the long part about UFO, Cold War, Korean and Vietnam War, here are just a few examples of songs with Vietnam in the background: Barry McGuire - Eve Of Destruction (written by P. F. Sloan, then he was just 19 years old) The Eastern world, it is explodin' Violence flarin', bullets loadin' You're old enough to kill but not for votin' You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'? And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin' [...] Pete Seeger - Waist Deep In The Big Muddy Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - OhioTin soldiers and Nixon coming We're finally on our own This summer I hear the drumming Four dead in Ohio Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down Should have been gone long ago What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground How can you run when you know? [...] And one example of a point of view in contrary to those above: Merle Haggard - Okie From Muskogee
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee We don't take no trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street We like livin' right, bein' free [...] And, I should also mention musical Hair, who's main character in from Oklahoma...
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Post by blueshome1 on May 1, 2024 10:45:09 GMT
This should relate to just about everyone:
In the wee midnight hour long 'fore the break of day In the wee midnight hour long 'fore the break of day When the blues creep up on you and carry your mind away
While I lay in my bed and cannot go to sleep While I lay in my bed and cannot go to sleep Why my heart's in trouble and my mind is thinking deep
My mind was running back to days of long ago My mind was running back to days of long ago And the one I love I don't see her any more
Blues why do you worry me?, why do you stay so long? Blues why do you worry me?, why do you stay so long? You come to me yesterday been with me all night long
I've been so worried I didn't know what to do I've been so worried I didn't know what to do So I guess that's why I've had these midnight hour blues
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