ATF: Twofers

This weekly 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.

Link: [Jackson Browne]

The Load Out/Stay

Jackson Browne

Now the seats

Are all empty

Let the roadies take the stage

Pack it up and tear it down

They're the first to come

And last to leave

Workin’ for that minimum wage

They'll set it up in another town

Tonight the people were so fine

They waited there in line

And when they got up on their feet

They made the show

And that was sweet

But I can hear the sound

Of slammin’ doors

And foldin’ chairs

And that's a sound they'll never know

Now roll them cases out

And lift them amps

Haul them trusses down

And get 'em up them ramps

'Cause when it comes to movin’ me

You know you guys are the champs

But when that last guitar's been packed away

You know I still want to play

So just make sure you got it all set to go

Before you come for this piano

But the band's on the bus

And they're ready to go

We've got to drive all night

And do a show in Chicago

Or Detroit

I don't know

We do so many shows in a row

And these towns all look the same

We just pass the time in our hotel rooms

And wander 'round backstage

‘Til those lights come up

And we hear that crowd

And we remember why we came

Now we got

Country and Western

On the bus

R and B

We got disco

In eight tracks

And cassettes

In stereo

We've got

Rural scenes

And magazines

We've got truckers on CB

We've got Richard Pryor on the video

We got time to think of the ones we love

While the miles roll away

But the only time that seems too short

Is the time that we get to play

People you've got the power over what we do

You can sit there and wait

Or you can pull us through

Come along

Sing the song

You know that you can't go wrong

'Cause when that morning sun comes beatin’ down

You're going to wake up in your town

But we'll be scheduled to appear

A thousand miles away from here

So people stay

Just a little bit longer

We want to play

Just a little bit longer

Now if the promoter don't mind

And the union don't mind

If we take a little time

And we leave it all behind

And sing

One more song

Oh won’t you stay

Just a little bit longer

Please

Please

Please

Say you will

Say you will

Oh won’t you stay

Just a little bit longer

Oh

Won’t you stay

Just a little bit longer

Yeah

Yeah

And if the promoter don’t mind

And the brothers don’t mind

If we take a little time

And Leave it all behind

And sing

One more song

Link: [Journey]

Feeling That Way/Anytime

Journey

Opened my eyes

To a new kind of way

All the good times

That you saved

Are you feelin’

You’re feelin' that way too

Or am I just

Am I just a fool

When the summer’s gone

She’ll be there

Standin’ by the light

Once she’s been to where

She’s gone to

She should know

Wrong from right

Is she feelin’

Are you feelin’

You’re feelin’ that way too

Or am I just

Am I just a fool

A new road’s waitin’

You touched my life

Whoa oh

Soft and warm

On a summer’s night

You’re the only one

I told you

The only one I love

The lovely one

Lovely one

I’m thinkin’ of

When the summer’s gone

She’ll be there

Standin’ by the light

Once she’s been to where

She’s gone to

She should know

Wrong from right

Is she feelin’

Are you feelin’

You’re feelin' that way too

Whoa oh

Oh yeah yeah yeah

You’re feelin’ that way

When the summer’s gone

She’ll be there

Standin’ by the light

Once she’s been to where

She’s gone to

She should know

Wrong from right

Is she feelin’

Whoa oh oh

Whoa oh

Is she feelin’

Feelin’ that way

Oh

My my

Oh whoa

Feelin’ that way

Whoa oh

Oh whoa whoa

Oh whoa whoa

Who oh

Whoa whoa oh oh

My my my my my

My my my

My my whoa oh

Feelin’ that way

Whoa oh

Whoa oh

Whoa oh

Feelin’ that way

Whoa oh

Whoa oh

Whoa oh

Feelin’ that way

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you want me

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you need me

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you want me to

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you need me

I’m standing here

With my arms a mile wide

Hopin’ and prayin’

For you

Listen to me

And enlighten me

Yeah

I hope that you need me too

‘Cause

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you want me

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you need me

Give me

All of your sunshine

A spark is all I need

To take it away

All of the shadows

Well what more can I say

Yeah yeah

Oh

Anytime

At all

Anytime at all

Anytime at all

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you want me

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you need me

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you want me to

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you want me

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you need me

Ooh

Ooh

Anytime that you want me to

Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

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Come Monday...The Pretender

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of (or commentary about) websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

What is the first thing you think of when you hear (or read) of someone being a pretender?  Is it not that they are just going through the motions at best, and being a fake (or a fraud) at worst?  That is, except for cases of small children pretending to be someone else as a matter of play, of course.

Hence, the one thing that really bothers me about [The Pretender] television series.  For it is about [Jarod], who has the abilities to actually become a pathologist, or a FBI agent, or a chemical engineer, or a pool shark, or a Formula One race car driver, or a pilot of any-sized airplane (or helicopter) by just reading some manuals.  In fact, the only thing he appeared to have some trouble with was becoming a competent golfer, which was surely included to appease the frustrations of those high up on the network food chain, whom have spent countless hours trying to perfect their swing without realizing all that much success.

In other words, when Jarod showed up as an internist in a hospital, he was not faking anything but the necessary credentials, which he had manufactured beforehand—complete with records filed at the appropriate schools and licensing agencies.  As a running joke throughout the series, he would not lie when asked if he was a doctor or whatever he was presenting himself to be by answering, “I am today,” or when asked how long he had been this or that when first met by someone in the profession, he would typically answer with, “Oh, around 12 hours” (or less).

There really is something for everyone to The Pretender.  For aside from having Jarod traveling around righting wrongs, the series plays upon the paranoia of those who honestly believe that such shadowy organizations as the [Illuminati], [Trilateral Commission] and [Bilderberg Group] really are making realistic plans to take full control over this world in the not too distant future.  For Jarod was stolen from his parents by The Center, and raised to participate in real simulations of certain situations in order to come up with solutions to problems for the purpose of overcoming such to help The Triumvirate achieve their goal of world-domination.

Oh no, Jarod was not a willing participant in The Triumvirate’s evil plans, and as soon as he discovered that they were using his solutions to successfully assassinate people and destroy good institutions, he escaped The Center.  It is soon after his escape where the series begins, and each episode has The Center desperately trying to recapture Jarod in the hope of surviving the wraith of The Triumvirate, with him always getting away just in time.  Okay, they do manage to get him back toward the end of the series, but it does not take him long to slip away again.

You can watch the entire (as far as I know) first season of The Prentender on [Hulu], and if you hunger and thirst for more, the other three seasons are available on Hulu+.  Be assured that the show is well worth the price of admission.

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Jackson Still Wants To Play

Link: [Jackson Browne]

The Load Out/Stay

Jackson Browne

Now the seats

Are all empty

Let the roadies take the stage

Pack it up and tear it down

They're the first to come

And last to leave

Workin’ for that minimum wage

They'll set it up in another town

Tonight the people were so fine

They waited there in line

And when they got up on their feet

They made the show

And that was sweet

But I can hear the sound

Of slammin’ doors

And foldin’ chairs

And that's a sound they'll never know

Now roll them cases out

And lift them amps

Haul them trusses down

And get 'em up them ramps

'Cause when it comes to movin’ me

You know you guys are the champs

But when that last guitar's been packed away

You know that I still want to play

So just make sure you got it all set to go

Before you come for this piano

But the band's on the bus

And they're ready to go

We've got to drive all night

And do a show in Chicago

Or Detroit

I don't know

We do so many shows in a row

And these towns all look the same

We just pass the time in our hotel rooms

And wander 'round backstage

‘Til those lights come up

And we hear that crowd

And we remember why we came

Now we got

Country and Western

On the bus

R and B

We got disco

In eight tracks

And cassettes

In stereo

We've got

Rural scenes

And magazines

We've got truckers on the CB

We've got Richard Pryor on the video

We got time to think of the ones we love

While the miles roll away

But the only time that seems too short

Is the time that we get to play

People you've got the power over what we do

You can sit there and wait

Or you can pull us through

Come along

Sing the song

You know that you can't go wrong

'Cause when that morning sun comes beatin’ down

You're going to wake up in your town

But we'll be scheduled to appear

A thousand miles away from here

So people stay

Just a little bit longer

We want to play

Just a little bit longer

Now if the promoter don't mind

And the union don't mind

If we take a little time

And we leave it all behind

And sing

One more song

Oh won’t you stay

Just a little bit longer

Please

Please

Please

Say you will

Say you will

Oh won’t you stay

Just a little bit longer

Oh

Won’t you stay

Just a little bit longer

Yeah

Yeah

And if the promoter don’t mind

And the brothers don’t mind

If we take a little time

And Leave it all behind

And sing

One more song

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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TFT: Jackson Browne

Link: [Jackson Browne]

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair while others will be quite obviously fervent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Running On Empty

Jackson Browne

Lookin’ out at the road

Rushin’ under my wheels

Lookin’ back at the years gone by

Like so many summer fields

In ‘65

I was 17

And runnin’ up 101

I don't know where I'm runnin’ now

I'm just runnin’ on

Runnin’ on

Runnin’ on empty

Runnin’ on

Runnin’ blind

Runnin’ on

Running into the sun

But I'm runnin’ behind

Gotta do what you can

Just to keep your love alive

Trying not to confuse it with

What you do to survive

In ‘69

I was 21

And I called the road my own

I don't know when that road

Turned onto the road I'm on

Runnin’ on

Runnin’ on empty

Runnin’ on

Runnin’ blind

Runnin’ on

Running into the sun

But I'm runnin’ behind

Everyone I know

Everywhere I go

People need some reason to believe

I don't know about anyone but me

If it takes all night

That'll be all right

If I can get you to smile

Before I leave

Lookin’ out at the road

Rushin’ under my wheels

I don't know how to tell you all

Just how crazy this life feels

I look around for the friends

That I used to turn to

To pull me through

Lookin’ into their eyes

I see them runnin’ too

Runnin’ on

Runnin’ on empty

Runnin’ on

Runnin’ blind

Runnin’ on

Running into the sun

But I'm runnin’ behind

Honey

You really tempt me

You know the way you look so kind

I wanna know who you are

But I'm runnin’ behind

Runnin’ on

You know I don't even know

What I'm hopin’ to find

Runnin’ behind

Runnin’ into the sun

But I'm runnin’ behind

The Pretender

Jackson Browne

I'm going to rent myself a house

In the shade of the freeway

I'm going to pack my lunch in the mornin’

And go to work each day

And when the evenin’ rolls around

I'll go on home

And lay my body down

And when the mornin’ light comes streamin’ in

I'll get up

And do it again

Amen

Say it again

Amen

I want to know what became of the changes

We waited for love to bring

Were they only the fitful dreams

Of some greater awakenin’

I've been aware of the time going by

They say in the end

It's the wink of an eye

And when the mornin’ light comes streamin’ in

You'll get up

And do it again

Yeah

Again

Caught between the longin’ for love

And the struggle for the legal tender

Where the sirens sing

And the church bells ring

And the junk man pounds his fender

Where the veterans dream of the fight

Fast asleep at the traffic light

And the children solemnly wait

For the ice cream vendor

Out into the cool of the evenin’

Strolls the pretender

He knows that all his hopes and dreams

Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers

As they run through the night

Leaving nothin’ for the others

But to choose off and fight

And tear at the world with all their might

While the ships

Bearin’ their dreams

Sail out of sight

I'm going to find myself a girl

Who can show me what laughter means

And we'll fill in the missin’ colors

In each other's paint-by-number dreams

And then we'll put out dark glasses on

And we'll make love until our strength is gone

And when the mornin’ light comes streamin’ in

we'll get up

And do it again

Get it up again

I'm goin’ to be a happy idiot

And struggle for the legal tender

Where the ads take aim

And lay their claim

To the heart and the soul of the spender

And believe in whatever may lie

In those things

That money can buy

Thought true love

Could have been a contender

Are you there

Say a prayer for the pretender

Who started out so young and strong

Only to surrender

Say a prayer

Say a prayer

For the pretender

Are you there

Are you there

For the pretender

Say a prayer

Say a prayer

For the pretender

Are you there

Are you there

For the pretender

Say a prayer

For the pretender

Are you there

For the pretender

Say it

Say a prayer

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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