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Post by mitchfit on May 29, 2024 4:19:28 GMT
The band, originally called the Lost Sea Dreamers, was formed in 1967 by Bob Bruno and Jerry Jeff Walker. Vanguard Records insisted on a name change, as the initials "LSD" were considered too linked to the drug culture. so they became "Circus Maximus".
guess Lennon/McCartney had fooled Parlophone Records label totally, as Sgt Pepper came out the same year?
below from their first album, Circus Maximus.
"Wind", written by Bob Bruno, an excellent coupling of melody and lyrics "feel":
You say that once you knew for sure But now you're walkin' in the shore to wonder The more you learn the less you know The more you move the more you go to nowhere You ask a bird as she flies by Just where she's at she says, where the wind blows Ask her by that what she means She says she doesn't know But as she flew away she seemed to say
Chorus:
The wind is love is the wind Wind is my love Who knows the wind Who knows my love Where blows the wind The wind is my love
You say you staggered to your room Sleep by day and plot by noon Your conscious plight Pack your dreams, you move away Decide to eat and live by day And leave the night City sun blinks in your eyes You shade your face and realize a lonely crowd Then at once you feel the smile And then the ice warm air moves by She says the breeze provokes her sigh
Chorus/Solos
You say you found another spring Another joy or human thing Called lovers You play your role as a comedy Refreshing well the tragedy Your living Lover is sure, or so you say Like the wind love blew away But as she left she seemed to say
Chorus
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Post by Michael Messer on May 29, 2024 7:43:18 GMT
The band, originally called the Lost Sea Dreamers, was formed in 1967 by Bob Bruno and Jerry Jeff Walker. Vanguard Records insisted on a name change, as the initials "LSD" were considered too linked to the drug culture. so they became "Circus Maximus". guess Lennon/McCartney had fooled Parlophone Records label totally, as Sgt Pepper came out the same year? below from their first album, Circus Maximus. "Wind", written by Bob Bruno, an excellent coupling of melody and lyrics "feel": You say that once you knew for sure But now you're walkin' in the shore to wonder The more you learn the less you know The more you move the more you go to nowhere You ask a bird as she flies by Just where she's at she says, where the wind blows Ask her by that what she means She says she doesn't know But as she flew away she seemed to say Chorus: The wind is love is the wind Wind is my love Who knows the wind Who knows my love Where blows the wind The wind is my love You say you staggered to your room Sleep by day and plot by noon Your conscious plight Pack your dreams, you move away Decide to eat and live by day And leave the night City sun blinks in your eyes You shade your face and realize a lonely crowd Then at once you feel the smile And then the ice warm air moves by She says the breeze provokes her sigh Chorus/Solos You say you found another spring Another joy or human thing Called lovers You play your role as a comedy Refreshing well the tragedy Your living Lover is sure, or so you say Like the wind love blew away But as she left she seemed to say Chorus mitchfit I didn’t know Jerry Jeff Walker had that history. The song is very much of its time, but I like the lyrics in the verses and the way they’re delivered over those chords. Thanks for sharing this one Shine On Michael
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Post by mitchfit on May 29, 2024 16:10:10 GMT
maybe another surprise debut for many. written by Mickey Newbury, and also released in 1967. Kenny Rogers and the First Edition:
(Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah) (What condition my condition was in)
I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in I found my mind in a brown paper bag, but then I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged sky I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, what condition my condition was in)
I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in I watched myself crawling out as I was a-crawling in I got up so tight I couldn't unwind I saw so much, I broke my mind I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
(Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, what condition my condition was in)
Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "dead end" sign I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in I said, I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
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Post by mitchfit on May 29, 2024 16:15:16 GMT
a Waylon Jennings song where "Jerry Jeff" gets honorable mention. also a good story line:
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Post by Michael Messer on May 29, 2024 16:51:26 GMT
maybe another surprise debut for many. written by Mickey Newbury, and also released in 1967. Kenny Rogers and the First Edition: (Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah) (What condition my condition was in) I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in I found my mind in a brown paper bag, but then I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged sky I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, what condition my condition was in) I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in I watched myself crawling out as I was a-crawling in I got up so tight I couldn't unwind I saw so much, I broke my mind I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, what condition my condition was in) Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "dead end" sign I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in I said, I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah) Both Kenny and Waylon were great people. I never met Waylon, but my brother Alan knew him. Back in 1979 in Knoxville, Tennessee, along with the Oak Ridge Boys, we were invited to join Kenny Rogers on his tour bus after a show. What I found out that night was that Kenny had the finest smoke in Tennessee. There was no doubt about it! Kenny and his band were lovely people, as are the Oak Ridge Boys. William Lee Golden is an old family friend. Whenever I hear the name, Knoxville, I think of two things. First I think of Kenny and his bag of potent smoke, and then I think of the Louvin Brothers and their dark, beautiful and somewhat strange song "Knoxville Girl" I met a liitle girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well And every Sunday evening, out in her home, I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down She fell down on her bended knees, for mercy she did cry "Oh Willy dear, don't kill me here, I'm unprepared to die" She never spoke another word, I only beat her more Until the ground around me within her blood did flow I took her by her golden curls and I drug her round and around Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eyes Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride I started back to Knoxville, got there about midnight My mother, she was worried and woke up in a fright Saying "dear son, what have you done to bloody your clothes so?" I told my anxious mother I was bleeding at my nose I called for me a candle to light myself to bed I called for me a handkerchief to bind my aching head Rolled and tumbled the whole night through, as troubles was for me Like flames of hell around my bed and in my eyes could see They carried me down to Knoxville and put me in a cell My friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bail I'm here to waste my life away down in this dirty old jail Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I loved so well Charlie & Ira Louvin wrote some wonderful songs, --------------------------------- Shine On Michael
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Post by mitchfit on May 29, 2024 18:48:41 GMT
written in 1966 by James Roger McGuinn, who explained the song in a ZigZag magazine interview:
"I was interested in astronomy and the possibility of connecting with extraterrestrial life and I thought that it might work the other way round, if we tried to contact them."
wondering if by the time this song is fully 70 years olde, will it be considered comedy or prophesy?
from Byrds "Fifth Dimension" album
Woke up this morning with light in my eyes And then realized it was still dark outside It was a light coming down from the sky I don't know who or why
It must be those strangers that come every night Those saucer-shaped lights put people uptight Leave blue-green footprints that glow in the dark I hope they get home alright
Hey, Mr. Spaceman Won't you please take me along? I won't do anything wrong Hey, Mr. Spaceman Won't you please take me along for a ride?
Woke up this morning, I was feeling quite weird Had flies in my beer, my toothpaste was smeared Over my window, they'd written my name Said, "So long, we'll see you again"
Hey, Mr. Spaceman Won't you please take me along? I won't do anything wrong Hey, Mr. Spaceman Won't you please take me along for a ride?
Hey, Mr. Spaceman Won't you please take me along? I won't do anything wrong Hey, Mr. Spaceman Won't you please take me along for a ride?
there are two arguments to every side, mitchfit
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Post by tomgiemza on May 29, 2024 18:50:26 GMT
Knoxville Girl, Hey Joe, They're Hangin' Me Tonight, Delia's Gone - we can make a long list with songs about men killing women.
And here's Dirk Powell's statement. He’s got a point, but I would not ban or eradicate all those “wrong” songs. Let’s not domesticate wahhabi and ISIS methods. Veil of silence never solves anything.
When I was a young boy, my papa played me songs He’d sing that Pretty Polly, and I’d listen all night long Those sounds went straight into my soul, sitting on his cabin floor But I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore
When Granny was a young girl, she had to hold her own She told my little sister, don’t get with a man alone Down in the Willow Garden, wasn’t some old metaphor So I ain’t playing Willow Garden anymore
[Chorus] I ain’t playing Pretty Polly or Rosalie McFall I ain’t playing Knoxville Girl, no, none of them at all No more tales of women killed by drunken violent men They don’t deserve their stories told, I won’t raisе my voice again I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore
Causе I know some stories, men like my Uncle Clyde He spent seven decades at my Aunt Myrtle’s side Kentucky teens who fell in love in 1934 They had to leave the mountains to find work in Baltimore She tended their young family while he fought for them in the war And she still holds his picture and looks for him at the door Though she just turned 100 and he passed 12 years before So I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore
I ain’t playing Pretty Polly or Rosalie McFall I ain’t playing Knoxville Girl, no, none of them at all No more tales of women killed by drunken violent men They don’t deserve their stories told, I won’t raise my voice again And I ain’t playing Pretty Polly anymore
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Post by mitchfit on May 29, 2024 18:58:54 GMT
many traditional folk songs have very dark lyrics:
hate has no gender, mitchfit
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Post by tomgiemza on May 29, 2024 19:01:27 GMT
Can Mary fry some fish, Mama I'm as hungry as can be Oh lordy, how I wish, Mama You could keep the baby quiet 'cause my head is killing me
I've seen my ex last night, Mama At a dance at Miller's store She was with that Jackie White, Mama I killed them both, and they're buried Under Jenkins sycamore.
Don't you think I'm psycho, Mama You can pour me a cup If you think I'm psycho, Mama You better let 'em lock me up
Don't hand the dog to me, Mama I might squeeze him too tight And I'm as nervous as can be, Mama So let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama Standing right by the bed With my hands near his throat, Mama Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama I just killed Johnny's pup You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama You'd better let 'em lock me up
You know the little girl next door, Mama I think her name is Betty Clark Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, Mama Why I just seen It in the park
She was sitting on a bench, Mama Thinking of a game to play Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama Then my mind walked away
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama I didn't mean to break your cup You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama Mama, Mama why don't you get up? ...say something Mama...
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Post by Michael Messer on May 29, 2024 19:45:58 GMT
I wasn't complaining about "Knoxville Girl", I was just making a point that it is ...a dark, beautiful and somewhat strange song, which it is. I used to play Knoxville Girl in a band I was in.
"Delia's Gone" is one of my favourite songs about love and death, and Johnny Cash's performance of his own song on his album "American Recordings" is beautiful.
Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life If I hadn't shot poor Delia I'd have had her for my wife Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone
I went up to Memphis And I met Delia there Found her in her parlor And I tied her to her chair Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone
She was low down and trifling And she was cold and mean Kind of evil make me want to Grab my sub machine Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone
First time I shot her I shot her in the side Hard to watch her suffer But with the second shot she died Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone
But jailer, oh, jailer Jailer, I can't sleep 'Cause all around my bedside I hear the patter of Delia's feet Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone
So if your woman's devilish You can let her run Or you can bring her down and do her Like Delia got done Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone
Delia's Gone - by Johnny Cash
Shine On Michael
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Post by tomgiemza on May 29, 2024 19:54:17 GMT
Yes, I know, but it made me think about Dirk Powell's song, because he mentioned Knoxville Girl in his refrain.
Delia's Gone - If I hadn't shot poor Delia, I've had her for my wife - this is the great line, whole song is really beautiful. And there's a strong guilt and remorse.
Here's a much merrier tune:
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Post by archtopeddy on May 30, 2024 4:10:02 GMT
Sounds like the Ballad of Alex Baldwin.
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Post by mitchfit on May 30, 2024 5:08:47 GMT
^^^^ it's not nice when we try to confuse the issue with facts...
:^)
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Post by mitchfit on May 30, 2024 5:18:39 GMT
song written by Bobby Troup:
There's a story told of a very gentle boy And the girl who wore his ring Through the wintry snow The world they knew was one For their hearts were full of spring
As the days grew old And the nights passed into time And the weeks and years took wind Gentle boy, tender girl Their love remained still young For their hearts were full of spring
Then one day they died And their graves were side by side On a hill where robins sing And they say violets Grow there the whole year round For their hearts were full of spring
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Post by mitchfit on May 30, 2024 5:33:36 GMT
written by Smith, Warren, Ed Sanders:
Do not surround me with wreathes of flowers Nor place upon my body the signs of a fetish Nor crescent, cross, phallus or sun But bury me in an apple orchard That I might touch your lips again Bury me in an apple orchard That I might touch your lips again
Look at me when you glance At the spring apple flower Speak of me into a breeze Blowing over your fingers Taste of me when your lips taste the froth Foaming out of the apple meat
Do not surround me with wreathes of flowers Nor place upon my body the signs of a fetish Nor crescent, cross, phallus or sun But bury me in an apple orchard That I might touch your lips again Bury me in an apple orchard That I might touch your lips again
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