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This one seems fitting given the state of the economy.
"We Can't Make it Here" Lyrics Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing, both hands free No one's paying much mind to him The V.A. budget's stretched so thin And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war We can't make it here anymore That big ol' building was the textile mill It fed our kids and it paid our bills But they turned us out and they closed the doors We can't make it here anymore See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock They're just gonna set there till they rot 'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack Just busted concrete and rusted tracks Empty storefronts around the square There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score We can't make it here anymore The bar's still open but man it's slow The tip jar's light and the register's low The bartender don't have much to say The regular crowd gets thinner each day Some have maxed out all their credit cards Some are working two jobs and living in cars Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour will go Take a part time job at one of your stores Bet you can't make it here anymore High school girl with a bourgeois dream Just like the pictures in the magazine She found on the floor of the laundromat A woman with kids can forget all that If she comes up pregnant what'll she do Forget the career, forget about school Can she live on faith? live on hope? High on Jesus or hooked on dope When it's way too late to just say no You can't make it here anymore Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store Just like the ones we made before 'Cept this one came from Singapore I guess we can't make it here anymore Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today No I hate the men sent the jobs away I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams All lily white and squeaky clean They've never known want, they'll never know need Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war And we can't make it here anymore Will work for food Will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps If they can't make it here anymore And that's how it is That's what we got If the president wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper Read it on the wall Hear it on the wind If you're listening at all Get out of that limo Look us in the eye Call us on the cell phone Tell us all why In Dayton, Ohio Or Portland, Maine Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains That's done closed down along with the school And the hospital and the swimming pool Dust devils dance in the noonday heat There's rats in the alley And trash in the street Gang graffiti on a boxcar door We can't make it here anymore Music and lyrics © 2004 by James McMurtry |
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I'm also going to nominate Neil Young... I see a woman in the night With a baby in her hand Under an old street light Near a garbage can Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit She hates her life, and what she's done to it There's one more kid that will never go to school Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool. Keep on rockin' in the free world, Keep on rockin' in the free world Keep on rockin' in the free world, Keep on rockin' in the free world. We got a thousand points of light For the homeless man We got a kinder, gentler, Machine gun hand We got department stores and toilet paper Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive. |
John Denver
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How about Van Morrison.
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Harry Chapin---he looked like the bad guy in the first Dirty Harry movie, didn't he?
http://music.aol.com/song/cats-in-the-cradle/9604468?flv=1 |
most likely before the time of everyone here, but, hoagy carmichael was great.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsp9N30D2YA |
Leonard Cohen.
the Jeff Buckley version is amazing. I've heard there was a secret chord that David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, Do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor Fall, The major lift, The baffled king composing, hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the halleujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Maybe I've been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch love is not a victory march it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah There was a time you let me know What's real and going on below but now you never show it to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Maybe there's a God above And all I ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you It's not a cry you can hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah… |
Wow totally forgot about Gordon Lightfoot!!! the Fitz.. Sundown.... great stuff
Also only one mention of NIck Drake? Maybe its because his body of work is not to big and was recorded way back.... His music is a bit depressing also... <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8_8s2zsNhSM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8_8s2zsNhSM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> |
I have a picture of "Big Fitz" looking over me right now. Kinda creepy sometimes.:(
Still have the coffee mug with her on it that was made BEFORE she went down. We sold them in kindergarten for a trip to someplace. My older sister had a GL 8 track that I played along with when I first started drumming. Jim Croce was a guy like John Denver in that he had a lot of deep, dark emotions that came out in his songs. |
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She came onto him like a slow movin' cold front His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes She sat on a stool, he said, "What do you want?" She said, "Give me a love that don't freeze up inside." He said, "I have melted some hearts in my time dear But to sit next to you, Lord, I shiver and shake And if I knew love, well, I don't think I'd be here Askin' myself if I've got what it takes." [Chorus:] To melt your icy blue heart Should I start? To turn what's been frozen for years Into a river of tears "These days we all play cool, calm and collected Why, our lips could turn blue just shooting the breeze" But under the frost, well, he thought he detected A warm blush of red and a touch of her knee He said, "Girl, you're a beauty like I've never witnessed And I've seen the Northern Lights dance in the air But I've felt the cold that can follow the first kiss And there's not enough heat in the fires burning there. |
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I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky. I've been a long time that I'm waiting Been a long that I'm blown I've been a long time that I've wandered Through the people I have known Oh, if you would and you could Straighten my new mind's eye. Would you love me for my money Would you love me for my head Would you love me through the winter Would you love me 'til I'm dead Oh, if you would and you could Come blow your horn on high. I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky. |
some surprises here...
I didn't realize Paul was that much of a peacenik, and didn't think the Dead would do so well with this crowd. I think they are all Greats, but I agree that Dylan stands above everyone since Shakespeare. I'll mention Patti Smith tho, since she wasn't noted before. |
Bob Dylan - hands down.
George |
Becker and Fagan
Peter Gabriel Joni Mitchell (already mentioned - Court and Spark and Hejira albums are magic) Neil Young Robbie Robertson (along with the rest of The Band) |
Something that is a bit enlightening..... most of the favorites are songwriters from our youths....I think this is a reflection of the age of this slice of Porsche owners
Who are the new poets? I saw Taj Mahal bout a year ago.. I used to go see Sonny Terry and Brownie Mcgee when they played My Fathers Place in Roslyn....(Old Bowling Alley, your feet were in the gutter ;-) another tidbit.. I know many people shun Garcia and the Dead... Garcia was a disciple of Dylan... We know the Band backed Dylan up... The Dead did as well fo a year or so....and even recorded it: Dylan and the Dead So many good poets and songwriter... Who is taking up the yoke and running? I admit I am getting to old fart age... alopt of the new music doesnt shake my bones.... who should I listen to? |
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I agree with most everything said.
My favs, Dylan, Paul Simon, Niel Young, Ray Davies, Joni... etc. Pete Townshed |
How about this guy? :D
Hello I'm the guy who sits next to you And reads the newspaper over your shoulder Wait Don't turn the page I'm not finished Life is so uncertain Here I am Yes it's me Take my hand And you'll see Here I am Yes it's true All I want Girl is you Given that true intellectual and emotional compatability Are at the very least difficult If not impossible to come by We could always opt for the more temporal gratification Of sheer physical attraction That wouldn't make you a shallow person Would it Here I am Yes it's me Take my hand And you'll see Here I am Yes it's true All I want Girl is you If Ford is to Chevrolet What Dodge is to Chrysler What Corn Flakes are to Post Toasties What the clear blue sky is to the deep blue sea What Hank Williams is to Neil Armstrong Can you doubt we were made for each other Here I am Yes it's me Take my hand And you'll see Here I am Yes it's true All I want Girl is you Look I understand too little too late I realize there are things you say and do You can never take back But what would you be if you didn't even try You have to try So after a lot of thought I'd like to reconsider Please If it's not too late Make it a cheeseburger Here I am Yes it's me Take my hand And you'll see Here I am Yes it's true All I want Girl is you |
What? No one mention Crosby, Stills, Nash yet.
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