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October 22, 2001 at 4:07 pm #67388
"It`s been 10 years now
since the lights went down
I was coming out of the sick room suite
the name was faint
but her spark was fine
and there were no longer any shadows
left to follow me
from the poor lil changer
that fades away
and at late
a message from a diamond
and she`s smokin on
He thought he had a handle
but the load went down
busted up ,found,and broken out
and in the AM,chalky light?
another half day unmoved
a lost turn packed
in a knockando roller
with the note and the news
a showboat motel
Casper night
The river`s high and losing
I`ll watch her flaming figure fly
and burn out at your ruins
as felt belt out a warning
of some Spainish house I`ve known
cut to the bone
quick to the cue"October 22, 2001 at 8:38 pm #67389hey salami and tones, question of curiousity…what’s all that from?
October 22, 2001 at 10:52 pm #67390oh an original huh? aren’t we the little egocentric [img]images/smiles/converted/evil.gif[/img]
i’ve only recently started listening to Dylan, know some of his real pop. stuff, but only have a greatest hits CD. If he’s writing stuff like that though, I think I’ll have to start diggin’ a little deeper [img]images/smiles/converted/biggrin.gif[/img]
later DJ scratchit [img]images/smiles/converted/wink.gif[/img]<FONT>[ October 22, 2001 08:56 PM: 1 kurticus7 ]</font>
October 23, 2001 at 3:06 pm #67391That song is Richard Buckner`s Ocean Cliff Clearing.He`s a folk/alt country artist from northern California,he played in punk bands as a teenager and a country rock band and eventually went solo acoustic,he released his first album around 94-95,Bloomed,produced by Lloyd Maines,a Texas pedal steel guitar player,he played on Uncle Tupelo`s Anodyne and Wilco`s AM;if the Maines name sounds familar it`s because his daughter is in the Dixie Chicks.
In 96 Buckner released Devotion And Doubt on MCA records,his major label debut and in 98 followed with Since,that`s where that song I typed the lyrics is from.I think he got dropped by MCA after that,he`s not commercial country material,last year he released on a small indie The Hill,based on the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters,a early 20th century writer who wrote about actual events in a small Illinois town,not exactly happy material,Buckner turns the text into songs-a man catches his wife cheating on him and gets shot by the other man;a drunken man beaten by a judge when he stumbles on his property by accident;a pregnant woman overdosing on morphine,etc.You can check out some of Richard Buckner`s
songs at tinytelephone.com they have some tracks from Since and some live songs including a Pavement song-"Here".One thing I found out that was cool is he now lives in Canada,he met a woman from Alberta and moved there.
October 24, 2001 at 2:58 am #67392The last post from Salamiguy is a Richard Buckner song, forgot the title, but i’m sure Salamiguy will post some more info here…
October 24, 2001 at 10:06 am #67393en sortant de l’ecole
nous avons rencontres
un grand chemin du fer
qui nous ont emmener
tout autour de la terre
dans un wagon dorreOctober 24, 2001 at 3:28 pm #67394Some great Dylan lines -thanks for the link kurticus [img]images/smiles/converted/smile.gif[/img]
If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it, I guess I would’ve let it slide,
If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star,
I guess it was up to me.Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues:
When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez
And it’s Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don’t pull you through
Don’t put on any airs
When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outa youNow if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don’t have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won’t even say what it is I’ve gotSweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you’re so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moonUp on Housing Project Hill
It’s either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you’re lookin’ to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don’t need you
And man they expect the sameNow all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghostI started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they’d stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I’m going back to New York City
I do believe I’ve had enoughOctober 24, 2001 at 4:20 pm #67395Robert-that`s one of my fav Dylan songs.
at Townes Van Zandt`s site,there`s this jukebox that has clips from live stuff by Townes,one is his songs -Codorado Girl with the first verse from Just Like Tom Thumbs added in.October 26, 2001 at 10:34 am #67396Salamiguy -thanks for the info bout the van Zandt site!
Nice little tune from a norwegian band that sums up what I feel of most of the bands out there.
Whopper -This Is Not A Song
This is not a song.
It’s not a rebel hit,
another white hype
from the girls that we like
and respect.
Oh man,
there’s a new shiny band
and they’re playing this song.
We all sing along,
how long.There’s a song on the playlist,
but the words don’t mean a thing.
But the words don’t mean a thing.If you don’t have the man,
you don’t have a band.
And if you don’t have a hit,
well then that’s pretty much it.
Come on, you’ve been
making these songs,
but if you don’t keep it simple
you’re not gonna stay.
And away.There’s a beat on the billboard.
I think I’ve heard that beat before.
There’s a beat on the billboard.
I think I’ve heard that beat before.There’s a band full of boys
and everyone sings.
They’re 29,
but they do different things.
One of them is tough
and another is sweet.
And they all shout their songs
as they walk down the streets.
There’s a girl on TV,
she plays the guitar,
she makes her own songs.
They say she’s gonna get far.
She really likes jazz,
but she’s playing this pop.
And her singles go,
dum dum dum di dum.Somewhere, someone make a love song,
play it to the one you love.
No more Sting covers,
no soul funk lovers
and the bands on MTV.
They don’t do anything for me.
This is not a song.
This is not a song.
This is not a song.
This is not a song.
This is not a song.October 26, 2001 at 11:33 am #67397Gun Street Girl by Tom Waits
"Falling James in the Tahoe mud
stick around to tell us all the tale
well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
and now he`s dancing in the Birmingham jail
dancing in the Birmingham jailHe took a 100 dollars off of a slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a brand new Michigan twenty gauge
He got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn
blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
a hole in the hood of a yellow corvettehe bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
and dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
with a pawn shop radio quarter past 4
he left Waukegan at the slamming of the door
left Waukegan at the slamming of the doorI said John John he`s long gone
gone to Indiana ain`t never coming home
I said John John he`s long gone
gone to indiana ain`t never coming homeHe`s sitting in a sycamore in St. John`s wood
soaking day old bread in kerosene
well he was blue as a robin`s egg and brown as a hog
He`s staying out of circulation till the dogs get tired
out of circulation till the dogs get tiredShadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
sitting by the Erie with a bull whipped dog
telling everyone he saw "he went that-a-way,boys"
telling everyone he saw "he went that-a-way"now the rain`s like gravel on an old tin roof
and the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world
now a head full of bourbon and the dream in the straw
and a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
a Gun Street girl was the cause of it allWell he`s riding in the shadow by the St. Joe`s ridge
hearing the click clack tapping of a blind man`s cane
he was pulling into Baker on New Year`s eve
one eye on a pistol the other on a door
one eye on a pistol the other on a doorMiss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
with a fireman`s raincoat and her long yellow hair
well they tied her to the tree with a skinny millonaire
they tied her to the tree with a skinny millonaireI said John John he`s long gone
gone to Indiana ain`t never coming home
I said John John he`s long gone
gone to Indiana ain`t never coming homebanging on a table with an old tin cup
sing I`ll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
never kiss a Gun Street girl again
I`ll never kiss a Gun Street girl again"October 26, 2001 at 11:39 am #67398dEUS – Jigsaw U
56 Falcon, Across The Old Laundry, I Tasted
Jigsaw U. How I Hate To See This WastedI’m Thinkin’ Of
A Parallel
These Lines Won’t Cut
But All It Takes
Is Finding Some Way To WeldOctober 28, 2001 at 4:17 pm #67399The Kid got busted doing miles of cocaine
And his girlfriend was speaking Japanese
"SUSHI"
The lights went out, the world was breathing heavy
Stardust and everbody’s gone.-Creepy D
October 28, 2001 at 8:12 pm #67400Until the philosophy which holds one race
Superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Everywhere is war, me say warThat until there is no longer first class
And second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man’s skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
Me say warThat until the basic human rights are equally
Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
Dis a warFrom Bob Marley’s ‘War’
Michael Franti and Spearhead started their show in Amsterdam last week with this song. After the song Michael remarked: ‘We can bomb the world into pieces, but not into peace….’
[img]images/smiles/icon_confused.gif[/img] [img]images/smiles/icon_sad.gif[/img]October 29, 2001 at 2:27 am #67401Hey,
Been kinda a weird week here but these lines have made me smile [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]
I can’t seem to see thru solid marble eyes
Sparklehorse…Piano FireWhen I see yr eyes arrive
They explode like two bugs on glass
Mercury Rev…Goddess on a HiwayRaw Power honey can’t be beat
Poppin eyes and a flashing feet
Stooges…Raw PowerAllison [img]images/smiles/icon_wink.gif[/img]
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October 29, 2001 at 4:36 am #67402Everything Is Great When U’re Dead
Yr Family Surrounds U
There Are Flowers In Yr Bed
Everything Is Just Like They Said
& Like Laying Down Just To Feel ItMotorpsycho – When U’re Dead
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