What Music Are You Listening To? - January 2023
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Heard this on SiriusXM's Bluegrass Junction this morning, and can't get the haunting melody out of my mind:
Good to see you around Philo. Haven't seen your posts in a while.
Now playing Rush - A Farewell to Kings
Brewing beer today and this came up on my Pandora feed. My favorite Zeppelin tune.
Rush is my favorite band of all time. I like every song they have ever recorded, have all their albums and have been fortunate to have seen them in concert several times over the years.
Pearl Jam - Rearviewmirror
I Can’t wait
I’m Standing at the door
This arrives Friday
I’m Standing at the door
This arrives Friday
Stormy Monday on this stormy Wednesday by its author, Mr. T. Bone Walker. The setting is none other than Norman Granz's Jazz at the Philharmonic. Incidentally, check out the names on the list of the background musicians!
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"Don't forget what circus day means to a small town"
The circus caught on fire, and all the children cried
The smoky veils, like fairy tales, that every parent, and their parents, lie to kids about
But as the flames licked the sky, my hometown died a little more
"Let's roast some weenies", Jumpy said, but he was just crackin' wise
I smelled the smoke, and I smelled the dead, and I watched the dragonflies dive at the tiger shed
They circled us like scavengers overhead
What will the juggler do, the night is so lonely
She never learned to read or write in school
Charred costumes in fumes on the ground
Music man's head hangin' down
The fire consumes his piano like a hungry jewel
Thalidomide boy's not weeping
The bearded lady sheds her skin
They bite the hand that feeds them
We might be laughing, but they're smackin' the clowns
The circus caught on fire, the canvas cavin' in
The big top like an elephant whose bones could not support the skin
And the faceless mass, the working class, broke down and cried a little more
Well, me and Jumpy were kids, we'd never learn
No money, no tickets, so whenever their backs were turned
We'd dive down–dive belly down, cut and cross, safe on that sawdust floor
Disaster's unflattering light, stark faces, starless sight
The beauty of the night has disappeared
Wrinkled with mileage, racked with the sores
No time for the makeup man the famished fire roars
The line between illusion now scarred and smeared
Sideshow pinhead blows his whistle
The two-headed dog breaks down the bars
They attack the puppet master
We might be laughing, but they're smackin' the clowns
In all of the confusion I felt selfish and bitter
We all have to grow up, but why here, why now
These fearless performers, now just pitiful people
Afraid and ashamed and all asking how
But maybe the old cliché isn't far from true
Maybe there's a silver lining
The circus lives on inside us
The circus caught on fire, the animals raising hell
Scratching and clawing their way to freedom
A matter of kill or be killed
And the rest of the world was standin' still, but starting to slide a little more
I went to clown college, and Jumpy went to Nam
He wrote me a letter before he got wasted–he caught that napalm bomb
Now I put on my white face and I sing my silly song
But the good times have come and gone
Sometimes I remember that town, I still see it burning
Before they built this booze-bottle parking lot
Whatever happened to that traveling show
It took something out of me, nobody knows
And left me with my memories–that's all I've got
Thalidomide boy's not weeping
The bearded lady sheds her skin
They bite the hand that feeds them
We might be laughing, but they're smackin' the clowns
The circus caught on fire, and all the children cried
The smoky veils, like fairy tales, that every parent, and their parents, lie to kids about
But as the flames licked the sky, my hometown died a little more
"Let's roast some weenies", Jumpy said, but he was just crackin' wise
I smelled the smoke, and I smelled the dead, and I watched the dragonflies dive at the tiger shed
They circled us like scavengers overhead
What will the juggler do, the night is so lonely
She never learned to read or write in school
Charred costumes in fumes on the ground
Music man's head hangin' down
The fire consumes his piano like a hungry jewel
Thalidomide boy's not weeping
The bearded lady sheds her skin
They bite the hand that feeds them
We might be laughing, but they're smackin' the clowns
The circus caught on fire, the canvas cavin' in
The big top like an elephant whose bones could not support the skin
And the faceless mass, the working class, broke down and cried a little more
Well, me and Jumpy were kids, we'd never learn
No money, no tickets, so whenever their backs were turned
We'd dive down–dive belly down, cut and cross, safe on that sawdust floor
Disaster's unflattering light, stark faces, starless sight
The beauty of the night has disappeared
Wrinkled with mileage, racked with the sores
No time for the makeup man the famished fire roars
The line between illusion now scarred and smeared
Sideshow pinhead blows his whistle
The two-headed dog breaks down the bars
They attack the puppet master
We might be laughing, but they're smackin' the clowns
In all of the confusion I felt selfish and bitter
We all have to grow up, but why here, why now
These fearless performers, now just pitiful people
Afraid and ashamed and all asking how
But maybe the old cliché isn't far from true
Maybe there's a silver lining
The circus lives on inside us
The circus caught on fire, the animals raising hell
Scratching and clawing their way to freedom
A matter of kill or be killed
And the rest of the world was standin' still, but starting to slide a little more
I went to clown college, and Jumpy went to Nam
He wrote me a letter before he got wasted–he caught that napalm bomb
Now I put on my white face and I sing my silly song
But the good times have come and gone
Sometimes I remember that town, I still see it burning
Before they built this booze-bottle parking lot
Whatever happened to that traveling show
It took something out of me, nobody knows
And left me with my memories–that's all I've got
Thalidomide boy's not weeping
The bearded lady sheds her skin
They bite the hand that feeds them
We might be laughing, but they're smackin' the clowns
This one must be cranked up to fully appreciate.
In a second deep inside
You might feel your world collide
In a second deep inside
You might feel your world collide