Starting the month with this timely tune that mentions Chicago's weather, "See You In The Spring" by sisters Martie and Emily, of the Dixie Chicks, performing as the Court Yard Hounds, and featuring Bob's son, Jakob Dylan
Great song, Dino!............ I'm a big fan of Jakob D.Starting the month with this timely tune that mentions Chicago's weather, "See You In The Spring" by sisters Martie and Emily, of the Dixie Chicks, performing as the Court Yard Hounds, and featuring Bob's son, Jakob Dylan
Great song Beef.@brian64 turned me on to this one, .............. a few years ago...........
A poignant song if there ever was one.........
Our Paradise is just a memory in the rear-view, sad..............
This one's worth a listen through your main audio system, or earphones at the least.........
your laptop or smartphone speakers just don't do it justice.........
She came from Providence
One in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
Heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
Like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place
People were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way
And how they loved the land
They came from everywhere
To the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
Or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars
Out for a good time
Can't wait to tell you all
What it's like up there
And they called it paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
While the town got high
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
Through the canyons of the coast
To the Malibu
Where the pretty people play
Hungry for power
To light their neon way
Give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes
And Jesus people bought 'em
They called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun
Sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
Sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did
So many years ago
They even brought a neon sign:
"Jesus is coming"
Brought the white man's burden down
Brought the white man's reign
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs
Justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny
And in the name of God
And you can see them there
On Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about
What it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise
Kiss it goodbye
Dino, I asked them to close the 2nd thread I started which the Mods have kindly done.I'm listening to a favorite LP, A Long Time Comin' by The Electric Flag, a late '60s Blues/Rock band. Here's their take on Howlin' Wolf's "Killing Floor" with Michael Bloomfield, guitar, Nick Gravenites, vocal, Buddy Miles, drums, Barry Goldberg, keyboards, Herbie Rich, baritone sax, Harvey Brooks, bass, Peter Strazza, tenor sax, and Marcus Doubleday, trumpet
@brian64 turned me on to this one, .............. a few years ago...........
A poignant song if there ever was one.........
Our Paradise is just a memory in the rear-view, sad..............
This one's worth a listen through your main audio system, or earphones at the least.........
your laptop or smartphone speakers just don't do it justice.........
She came from Providence
One in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
Heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
Like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place
People were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way
And how they loved the land
They came from everywhere
To the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
Or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars
Out for a good time
Can't wait to tell you all
What it's like up there
And they called it paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
While the town got high
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
Through the canyons of the coast
To the Malibu
Where the pretty people play
Hungry for power
To light their neon way
Give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes
And Jesus people bought 'em
They called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun
Sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
Sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did
So many years ago
They even brought a neon sign:
"Jesus is coming"
Brought the white man's burden down
Brought the white man's reign
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs
Justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny
And in the name of God
And you can see them there
On Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about
What it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise
Kiss it goodbye
My Mom loves this song, heard it many times growing up.Currently listening to Bill Evans ~ Waltz for Debby.
From Plainfield, New Jersey, my hometown. He's constantly in my rotation.Currently listening to Bill Evans ~ Waltz for Debby.