i try, but admit i am not much of a poet...but this post isn't about my paranoia
who best combines poetry/music for you?
i would say, for me, in order of bestest:
dylan (no splanation needed)
donovan (wear your love like heaven....beautiful)
patti smith (man...i was SO in love with her)
lou reed (his singing flows....)
arrested development (if you have never heard them, i recommend you give it a shot)
poetry in music
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Lightning Rod
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of course this is one of the greatest poems ever set to music:
Visions of Johanna
--Dylan
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
Visions of Johanna
--Dylan
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
for me
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
but...it's all relative, yes?
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
but...it's all relative, yes?
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Zlatko Waterman
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Stephen Foster
http://www.pitt.edu/~amerimus/foster.htm
Vernon Duke (Vladimir Dukelsky)/ I. Gershwin
http://nfo.net/cal/td6.html
Hoagy Carmichael
http://www.hoagy.com/
Rogers and Hart
http://www.maurice-abravanel.com/rogers.html
--Z
http://www.pitt.edu/~amerimus/foster.htm
Vernon Duke (Vladimir Dukelsky)/ I. Gershwin
http://nfo.net/cal/td6.html
Hoagy Carmichael
http://www.hoagy.com/
Rogers and Hart
http://www.maurice-abravanel.com/rogers.html
--Z
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Dave The Dov
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Desert rats from Arizona, after my own heart.....Curt Kirkwood and the Meat Puppets....
"Plateau"....
many a hand has scaled the grand old face
of the plateau
some belong to strangers and some to folks
you know
holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted
in the sand
to beautify the foothills and shake the many
hands
there's nothing on the top
but a bucket and a mop
and an illustrated book about birds
you see a lot up there
but don't be scared
who needs action when you got words
well the many hands began to scan around
for the next plateau
some said it was in greenland and some in
mexico
others decided it was nowhere except for
where they stood
but those were all just guesses,
wouldn't help you if they could....
"Lake of Fire"
where do bad folks go when they die?
they don't go to heaven where the angels fly
they go down to the lake of fire and fry
won't see 'em again till the fourth of july....
now the people cry and the people moan
and they look for a dry place to call their home
and try to find some place to rest their bones
while the angels and the devils fight
to make them their own....
"Lost"
lost on the freeway again
lookin' for means to an end
nobody know which way its gonna bend
lost on the freeway again....
(my current theme song)
"Plateau"....
many a hand has scaled the grand old face
of the plateau
some belong to strangers and some to folks
you know
holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted
in the sand
to beautify the foothills and shake the many
hands
there's nothing on the top
but a bucket and a mop
and an illustrated book about birds
you see a lot up there
but don't be scared
who needs action when you got words
well the many hands began to scan around
for the next plateau
some said it was in greenland and some in
mexico
others decided it was nowhere except for
where they stood
but those were all just guesses,
wouldn't help you if they could....
"Lake of Fire"
where do bad folks go when they die?
they don't go to heaven where the angels fly
they go down to the lake of fire and fry
won't see 'em again till the fourth of july....
now the people cry and the people moan
and they look for a dry place to call their home
and try to find some place to rest their bones
while the angels and the devils fight
to make them their own....
"Lost"
lost on the freeway again
lookin' for means to an end
nobody know which way its gonna bend
lost on the freeway again....
(my current theme song)
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Doreen Peri
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adam duritz lyrics - counting crows - what a fine poet he is...
"ANNA BEGINS"
My friend assures me it’s all or nothing
I am not worried- I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me for one time only,
Make an exception. I am not not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried - I am not overly concerned
With the status of my emotions
Oh, she says, were changing.
But were always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn’t love
Because if you don’t want to talk about it then it isn’t love
And I guess I’m going to have to live that
But, I’m sure there’s something in a shade of gray
Or something in between
And I can always change my name if that’s what you mean
My friend assures me it’s all or nothing`
But I am not really worried
I am not overly concerned
You try to tell your self the things you try tell your self to make
Yourself forget
To make your self forget
I am not worried
If it’s love she said, then were gonna have to think about the
Consequences
She can’t stop shaking and I can t stop touching her and.....
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and anna begins to change her mind
These seconds when I’m shaking leave me shuddering
For days she says.
And I’m not ready for this sort of thing
But I’m not gonna break
And I’m not going to worry about it anymore
I’m not gonna bend. and I’m not gonna break and
I’m not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say as long as this is love...
But it’s not all that easy so maybe I should just
Snap her up in a butterfly net-
Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
I’ve done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don’t get no sleep in a quiet room and...
The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and anna begins change my mind
And every time she sneezes I believe it’s love
And oh lord.... I’m not ready for this sort of thing
She s talking in her sleep-it s keeping me awake
And anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand it and
Oh lord. I m not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It’s moving me along and anna begins to fade away
It s chasing me away. she dissappears, and oh lord I’m not ready for this sort of thing
_____________________
"A MURDER OF ONE "
Blue morning blue morning wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, kitten,
Doesn’t have to mean you’re on your own
You can look outside your window
He doesn’t have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream
Are you happy when you’re sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you’re sorry?
Does he tell you when you’re wrong?
I’ve been watching you for hours
It’s been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
I’ve been wondering where we’ve gone
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there
Counting crows
One for sorrow two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There’s a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you’d let me in
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don’t want to waste your life
I walk along these hillsides in the summer ’neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
Change, change, change
______________
"GHOST TRAIN"
I took the cannon ball down to the ocean
Across the desert from the sea to shining sea
I rode a ladder that climbed across the nation
50 million feet of earth between the buried and me
How do you do?
She said hey, how do you do?
She buys a ticket cause it’s cold were she comes from
She climbs aboard because she’s scared of getting older in the snow
Love is a ghost train through the darkness
Hold on to me darling I got no place to go
How do you do?
She said hey, how do you do?
I took the cannonball down to the ocean
Watch the diesel disappear beneath the tumbling waves
Love is a ghost train howling on the radio
Remember everything she said when only memory remains
How do you do?
She said hey, how do you do?
___________
and my favorite.....
"RAIN KING"
When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird.
Don’t try to feed me
I’ve been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been crying, I’ve been thinking
And I am the rain king
And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone?
I can’t go outside
I’m scared I might not make it home
I’m alive, I’m alive but I’m sinking in
If there’s anyone at home at your place, darling
Why don’t you invite me in?
Don’t try to bleed me
Cause I’ve been there before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been lying, I’ve been sinking
And I am the rain king
Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again...
When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird
Don’t try to bleed me
Cause I’ve been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been dying, I’ve been drinking
And I am the rain king
"ANNA BEGINS"
My friend assures me it’s all or nothing
I am not worried- I am not overly concerned
My friend implores me for one time only,
Make an exception. I am not not worried
Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island
I am not worried - I am not overly concerned
With the status of my emotions
Oh, she says, were changing.
But were always changing
It does not bother me to say this isn’t love
Because if you don’t want to talk about it then it isn’t love
And I guess I’m going to have to live that
But, I’m sure there’s something in a shade of gray
Or something in between
And I can always change my name if that’s what you mean
My friend assures me it’s all or nothing`
But I am not really worried
I am not overly concerned
You try to tell your self the things you try tell your self to make
Yourself forget
To make your self forget
I am not worried
If it’s love she said, then were gonna have to think about the
Consequences
She can’t stop shaking and I can t stop touching her and.....
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes her away and anna begins to change her mind
These seconds when I’m shaking leave me shuddering
For days she says.
And I’m not ready for this sort of thing
But I’m not gonna break
And I’m not going to worry about it anymore
I’m not gonna bend. and I’m not gonna break and
I’m not gonna worry about it anymore
It seems like I should say as long as this is love...
But it’s not all that easy so maybe I should just
Snap her up in a butterfly net-
Pin her down on a photograph album
I am not worried
I’ve done this sort of thing before
But then I start to think about the consequences
Because I don’t get no sleep in a quiet room and...
The time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away and anna begins change my mind
And every time she sneezes I believe it’s love
And oh lord.... I’m not ready for this sort of thing
She s talking in her sleep-it s keeping me awake
And anna begins to toss and turn
And every word is nonsense but I understand it and
Oh lord. I m not ready for this sort of thing
Her kindness bangs a gong
It’s moving me along and anna begins to fade away
It s chasing me away. she dissappears, and oh lord I’m not ready for this sort of thing
_____________________
"A MURDER OF ONE "
Blue morning blue morning wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, kitten,
Doesn’t have to mean you’re on your own
You can look outside your window
He doesn’t have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream
Are you happy when you’re sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you’re sorry?
Does he tell you when you’re wrong?
I’ve been watching you for hours
It’s been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
I’ve been wondering where we’ve gone
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there
Counting crows
One for sorrow two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There’s a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you’d let me in
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don’t want to waste your life
I walk along these hillsides in the summer ’neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
Change, change, change
______________
"GHOST TRAIN"
I took the cannon ball down to the ocean
Across the desert from the sea to shining sea
I rode a ladder that climbed across the nation
50 million feet of earth between the buried and me
How do you do?
She said hey, how do you do?
She buys a ticket cause it’s cold were she comes from
She climbs aboard because she’s scared of getting older in the snow
Love is a ghost train through the darkness
Hold on to me darling I got no place to go
How do you do?
She said hey, how do you do?
I took the cannonball down to the ocean
Watch the diesel disappear beneath the tumbling waves
Love is a ghost train howling on the radio
Remember everything she said when only memory remains
How do you do?
She said hey, how do you do?
___________
and my favorite.....
"RAIN KING"
When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird.
Don’t try to feed me
I’ve been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been crying, I’ve been thinking
And I am the rain king
And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone?
I can’t go outside
I’m scared I might not make it home
I’m alive, I’m alive but I’m sinking in
If there’s anyone at home at your place, darling
Why don’t you invite me in?
Don’t try to bleed me
Cause I’ve been there before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been lying, I’ve been sinking
And I am the rain king
Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again...
When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird
Don’t try to bleed me
Cause I’ve been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been dying, I’ve been drinking
And I am the rain king
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abcrystcats
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OMG, Doreen. Counting Crows represents a whole epoch of my life. "Anna Begins" never fails to bring it all back.
BTW, I have said several times that, "I
walk along these hillsides in the summer ’neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight" is one of the most beautiful lyric lines in modern song writing ...
Good choices ...
BTW, I have said several times that, "I
walk along these hillsides in the summer ’neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight" is one of the most beautiful lyric lines in modern song writing ...
Good choices ...
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Doreen Peri
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hey cat!
my ex destroyed 2 of my "august and everything after" cds
really... no kidding... one he threw away, the other he broke into hundreds of pieces?
why? i donno... i guess he didn't like me playing the darn thing over and over.
it's a very special cd to me.... represented my only connection to self expression for several years... and I agree with you, that line is one of the most beautiful lyrics in modern song writing
I heard Adam Duritz is one helluva live performer, too.... I heard he gets so emotionally involved in his performance that he cries sometimes.... i love that in a man
(I cried, too, when my CD got destoyed... both times. But of course I replaced it.... nice guy, huh? geesh.... i never could understand violent acts and to me, breaking cd into pieces is a violent act if i ever saw one
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my ex destroyed 2 of my "august and everything after" cds
really... no kidding... one he threw away, the other he broke into hundreds of pieces?
why? i donno... i guess he didn't like me playing the darn thing over and over.
it's a very special cd to me.... represented my only connection to self expression for several years... and I agree with you, that line is one of the most beautiful lyrics in modern song writing
I heard Adam Duritz is one helluva live performer, too.... I heard he gets so emotionally involved in his performance that he cries sometimes.... i love that in a man
(I cried, too, when my CD got destoyed... both times. But of course I replaced it.... nice guy, huh? geesh.... i never could understand violent acts and to me, breaking cd into pieces is a violent act if i ever saw one
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Yeah, I went through a period where I played that CD over and over and over again. The weird thing is, it usually made me cry. Boyfriend asks: "Why do you play it over and over again if it makes you cry?" It was a good question, but (boo-hoo-hoo!) I don't know !!! Then I stopped playing it for a long time for the very same reason. Sick of crying, I guess!
I did get to see "Counting Crows" in concert when I still lived in the LA area. They were very very good, but Adam Durwitz didn't cry. Probably a GOOD thing, too!
My interpretation is that he writes very intimately and honestly what relationships look like from a male point of view. This is world-shattering to us women -- at least it is/was to me.
"Anna Begins" just crushes me. It starts with a conversation between two men about whether or not to begin a relationship, and the narrator repeatedly reassures himself that even if he gets involved there are various means of escape:
"Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island "
"I can always change my name if that’s what you mean "
"Snap her up in a butterfly net-
Pin her down on a photograph album "
It doesn't matter, since he's "done this sort of thing before". And the irony and the agony of it all is that when he begins to fall in love, she despairs of him and disappears from his life.
There's a helplessness for me in watching men sabotage their lives this way by attempting to remain distant, in control. There's nothing you can do about it. Only watch from a distance and hope for the best. This song depicts it all, including the man's emerging realization that he is in love, as he watches his love fade out of his life because she's given up hope. It's almost torture to me to see the progression of thoughts and emotions in this song, like reliving a nightmare.
And every song on the album has a particular twist like this, a something or other that reminds me of the distance between men and women and the way we approach relationships. I guess that's why I'm addicted to the CD, same as you.
I did get to see "Counting Crows" in concert when I still lived in the LA area. They were very very good, but Adam Durwitz didn't cry. Probably a GOOD thing, too!
My interpretation is that he writes very intimately and honestly what relationships look like from a male point of view. This is world-shattering to us women -- at least it is/was to me.
"Anna Begins" just crushes me. It starts with a conversation between two men about whether or not to begin a relationship, and the narrator repeatedly reassures himself that even if he gets involved there are various means of escape:
"Wrap her up in a package of lies
Send her off to a coconut island "
"I can always change my name if that’s what you mean "
"Snap her up in a butterfly net-
Pin her down on a photograph album "
It doesn't matter, since he's "done this sort of thing before". And the irony and the agony of it all is that when he begins to fall in love, she despairs of him and disappears from his life.
There's a helplessness for me in watching men sabotage their lives this way by attempting to remain distant, in control. There's nothing you can do about it. Only watch from a distance and hope for the best. This song depicts it all, including the man's emerging realization that he is in love, as he watches his love fade out of his life because she's given up hope. It's almost torture to me to see the progression of thoughts and emotions in this song, like reliving a nightmare.
And every song on the album has a particular twist like this, a something or other that reminds me of the distance between men and women and the way we approach relationships. I guess that's why I'm addicted to the CD, same as you.
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Jockey Full of Bourbon
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
"To the carnival" is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Ever see "Down By Law" before????
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panic 1907
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
"To the carnival" is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Ever see "Down By Law" before????
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panic 1907
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hester_prynne
"Its comin on Christmas,
they're cuttin down trees,
puttin up reindeer,
and singin songs
of joy oy,
and peace,
oh I wish I had a riverrrrrrr,
I could skaa ate a wayyyyyeee on...
But it don't snow here,
It's stays pretty green,
I'm onna make alot a money,
then I'm gonna quit this cra a zee scene,
Oh I wish I had a river,
I could
ska ate a wayeeeeon
I wish I had a river so looooooo ah ah ong
I would,
Teach my i fee eet to
fly i i i i i i
oh oh oh,
I wish I had a river,
I could skate
away on..............."
Joni Mitchell does it for me.
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they're cuttin down trees,
puttin up reindeer,
and singin songs
of joy oy,
and peace,
oh I wish I had a riverrrrrrr,
I could skaa ate a wayyyyyeee on...
But it don't snow here,
It's stays pretty green,
I'm onna make alot a money,
then I'm gonna quit this cra a zee scene,
Oh I wish I had a river,
I could
ska ate a wayeeeeon
I wish I had a river so looooooo ah ah ong
I would,
Teach my i fee eet to
fly i i i i i i
oh oh oh,
I wish I had a river,
I could skate
away on..............."
Joni Mitchell does it for me.
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