Tuesday, May 31, 2016

ATF: Legends

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Don Quixote
Gordon Lightfoot
Through the woodland
Through the valley
Comes a horseman
Wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild
But he is mellow
He is strong
But he is weak
He is cruel
But he is gentle
He is wise
But he is meek

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet bold
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
;Til he can shout no more

I have come over moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a shining knight
Who was the guardian of a king
I have searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean grown weak

See the children of the earth
Who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country
Riding off to take the air

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
‘Til he can shout no more

See the jailor with his key
Who locks away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the bench
Who tries the case as best he can
See the wise and wicked ones
Who feed upon life's sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun
Who must be dead to be admired

See the man who tips the needle
See the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar
On the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern
Stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black
Condemned to life upon the street

Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Standing like a preacher now
He shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled hooves
He gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again
Where no one will hear

Through the woodland
Through the valley
Comes a horseman
Wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be
He is wild
But he is mellow
He is strong
But he is weak
He is cruel
But he is gentle
He is wise
But he is meek



Vincent
Don McLean
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you

Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

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Thursday, May 26, 2016

ATF: Fading Memories

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Y’all Come Back Saloon
The Oak Ridge Boys
She played
Tambourine
With a
Silver jingle
And she must have known the words
To at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction
At the Y'all Come Back Saloon

In a voice soft and trembling
She'd sing her song to cowboy
As a smoky halo circled ‘round
Her raven hair
And all the fallen angels
And pinball playing rounders
Stopped the games that they'd been playing
For the losers evening prayer

Faded love
And faded memories
How they linger
In her mind
Miles and years played the cowboy
Like an old melody
Out of tune
And out of time

Every night in the shadows
Thinking back on Amarillo
He'd dream of better days
And ask for faded love
Lifting high his glass in honor
Of the lady and her song
He paid his check
Then lonely walked
That broken cowboy home

She played
Tambourine
With a
Silver jingle
And she must have known the words
To at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction
At the Y'all Come Back Saloon
She played
Tambourine
With a
Silver jingle
And she must have known the words
To at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction
At the Y'all Come Back Saloon
She played
Tambourine
With a
Silver jingle
And she must have known the words
To at least a million tunes
But the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction
At the Y'all Come Back Saloon
ut the one most requested
By the man she knew as Cowboy
Was the late night benediction at the
Y'all Come Back Saloon



1979
The Smashing Pumpkins
Shakedown 1979
Cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I
Should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end
To it all

And I don't even care
To shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust
I guess
Forgotten and absorbed
Into the earth below

Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues
Down to see
That we don't even care
As restless as we are
We feel
The pull
In the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement
Lamented
And assured
To the lights
And towns below
Faster than
The speed of sound
Faster than
We thought we'd go
Beneath the sound
Of hope

Justine never knew the rules
Hung down
With the freaks and ghouls
No apologies ever need be made
I know you better than you fake it

To see
That we don't even care
To shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust
I guess
Forgotten and absorbed
Into the earth below
The street heats
The urgency of now
As you see
There's no one around

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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

ATF: Pugilistic

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



The Boxer
Simon & Garfunkel
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my existence
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still a man hears
What he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home
And my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station
Wet and scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know

Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
La- la-lie

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times
When I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Oh la-la
La-la
La-la

Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
La- la-lie

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him
‘Til he cried out
In his anger
And his shame
I am leaving
I am leaving
But the fighter still remains

Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-lie
La- la-lie…

Link: [Triumph]


Fight the Good Fight
Triumph
The days grow shorter
And the nights are gettin’ long
Feels like we're running out of time
Every day it seems much harder
Tellin' right from wrong
You got to read between the lines
Don't get discouraged
Don't be afraid
We can
Make it through another day
Make it worth the price we pay

The Good Book says it's better
To give than to receive
I do my best to do my part
Nothin' in my pockets
I got nothin' up my sleeve
I keep my magic in my heart
Keep up your spirit
Keep up your faith baby
I am counting on you
You know what you've got to do

Fight the good fight
Every moment
Every minute
Every day
Fight the good fight
Every moment
It's your only way

All your life you've been
Waiting for your chance
Where you'll fit into the plan
But you're the master
Of your own destiny
So give and take
The best that you can

You think a little more money
Can buy your soul some rest
You'd better think of something else instead
You're so afraid of being honest with yourself
You'd better take a look inside your head
Nothing is easy
Nothing good is free
But I can tell you where to start
Take a look inside your heart
There's an answer in your heart

Fight the good fight
Every moment
Every minute
Every day
Fight the good fight
And remember
Make it worth the price you pay
Yeah
Every moment of your lifetime
Every minute
Every day
Fight the good fight
And remember
Make it worth the price we pay

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