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Clear Skies
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looking for a saviour in these dirty streets
Jul 2000
time: 05:33
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Forgive me; it's been four years, and I'm nostalgic ;_;
Dar Williams - Southern California Wants To Be Western New York
There's a part of the country could drop off tomorrow in an earthquake
Yeah it's out there on the cutting edge, the people move, the sidwalks shake
And there's another part of the country with a land that gently creaks and thuds
Where the heavy snows make faucets leak in bathrooms with free-standing tubs
They're in houses that are haunted, the with kids who lie awake and think
About all the generations past who used to use that dripping sink
And sometimes one place wants to slip into the other just to see
What it's like to trade its demons for the restless ghost of Mrs. Ogilvey
She used to pick the mint from her front yard to dress the Sunday pork
Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York
It wants to have a family business in sheet metal or power tools
It wants to have a diner where the coffee tastes like diesel fuel
And it wants to find the glory of a town they say has hit the skids
And it wants to have a snow day that will turn its parents into kids
And it's embarrassed, but it's lusting after a SUNY student with mousy brown hair who is
Taking out the compost, making coffee in long underwear
And southern California says to save a place, I'll meet you there
And it tried to pack up its Miata, all it could fit was a prayer
Sometimes the stakes are bogus, sometimes the fast lane hits a fork
Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York
Tempe, Arizona thinks the Everglades are greener and wetter
And Washington, D. C. thinks that Atlanta integrated better
But I think that southern California has more pain that we can say
'Cause it wants to travel back in time, but it just can't leave L. A.
But now I hear they've got a theme park planned, designed to make you gasp and say,
Oh, I bet that crumbling mill town was a booming mill town in its day
And the old investors scoff at this, but the young ones hope they'll take a chance
And they promise it will make more dough than Mickey Mouse in northern France
And the planners planned an opening day, a town historian will host
And the waitresses look like waitresses who want to leave for the west coast
And they'll have puttering on rainy weekends, autumn days that make you feel sad
They'll have hundred year old plumbing and the family you never had
And a Hudson River clean-up concert and a bundle-bearing stork
And I hear they've got a menu planned, it's trés western New York...
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:) Smiley
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USCA, Berkeley
Feb 2001
time: 21:33
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年轻朋友们来相会 (八十年代的新一辈
Come and Gather Young Friends (New Generation of the 1980s)
(This Chinese song is from 1980 at the time of economic liberalization.)
年轻的朋友们今天来相会，
Young friends, let's gather today
荡起小船儿暖风轻轻吹，
Row the boat as the soft breeze blows
花儿香，鸟儿鸣，春光惹人醉，
The flowers are fragrant, the birds are calling, the spring sunshine is intoxicating
欢歌笑语绕着彩云飞。
Laughter and song circle the colorful clouds
啊，亲爱的朋友们，美妙的春光属于谁？
Ah, myfriends, who does the beautiful spring belong to?
属于我，属于你，属于我们八十年代的新一辈！
To me, to you, to our new generation of the 1980s!
再过二十年我们重相会，
After twenty years we meet again
伟大的祖国该有多么美！
How beautiful is our heroic nation
天也新，地也新，春光更明媚，
The sky is new, the ground is new, the spring sun shines brighter
城市乡村处处增光辉。
Glory rises in the cities and villages
啊，亲爱的朋友们，创造这奇迹要靠谁？
Ah, my friends, who will create this wonder?
要靠我，要靠你，要靠我们八十年代的新一辈！
It'll take me, it'll take you, it'll take our new generation of the 1980s!
但愿到那时我们再相会，
I hope we can meet again at that time
举杯赞英雄，光荣属于谁，
A toast to the heroes, to whom the glory belongs
为祖国，为"四化"，流过多少汗？
For our nation, for the "Four Modernizations", how we have sweated
回首往事心中可有愧。
Looking back on the past we hold some shame in our hearts
啊，亲爱的朋友们，愿我们自豪地举起杯，
Ah, my friends, let us raise our cups with pride
挺胸膛，笑扬眉，光荣属于八十年代的新一辈！
Stand up tall and smile, the glory belongs to our new generation of the 1980s!
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molly bloom
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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:33
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Skunk Anansie: Weak
Lost in time I can't count the words
(I) said when I thought they went unheard
all of those harsh thoughts so unkind
'cos I wanted you
(and) now I sit here I'm all alone
so here sits a bloody mess, tears fly home
a circle of angels, deep in war
'cos I wanted you
weak as I am, no tears for you
weak as I am, no tears for you
deep as I am, I'm no ones fool
weak as I am
and what am I now but love's last home
I'm all of the soft words I once owned
if I opened my heart, there'd be no space for air
'cos I wanted you
weak as I am, no tears for you
weak as I am, no tears for you
deep as I am, I'm no ones fool
weak as I am
with this tainted soul
in this weak young heart
am I too much for you
weak as I am, no tears for you
weak as I am, no tears for you
deep as I am, I'm no ones fool
weak as I am
(to fade)
Bessie Smith: Empty Bed Blues
I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
My new man had left me, just a room and a empty bed
Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find
Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find
Oh he could grind my coffee, cause he had a brand new grind
He's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong
He's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong
He can stay at the bottom and his wind holds out so long
He knows how to thrill me and he thrills me night and day
Oh he knows how to thrill me, he thrills me night and day
He's got a new way of loving, almost takes my breath away
Lord he's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou
He's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou
From the way she's raving, she must have gone and tried it too
(Part 2
When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
My springs are getting rusty, sleeping single like I do
Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
Then I bought him a mattress so he could lay just right
He came home one evening with his beret way up high
He came home one evening with his beret way up high
What he had to give me, make me wring my hands and cry
He give me a lesson that I never had before
He give me a lesson that I never had before
When he got to teachin' me, from my elbow down was sore
He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
When he put in the bacon, it overflowed the pot
When you git good lovin', never go and spread the news
Yes he'll doublecross you, and leave you with them empty bed blues
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Clear Skies
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looking for a saviour in these dirty streets
Jul 2000
time: 05:33
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Tori Amos - A Case Of You
words and music by Joni Mitchell
Just before our love got lost you said,
"I am as constant as the northern star."
I said, "Constantly in the darkness,
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar."
On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue T.V. screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh, Canada
with your face sketched on it twice.
In my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Well, I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time you told me
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your devils and your deeds
and she said, "Go to him, stay with him
But be prepared to bleed..."
My blood
My holy wine
Tastes so bitter and so sweet
Well I could drink a case of you, darling
and I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
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Sikander
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Boulder, Colorado, United Snakes of America
Jan 2000
time: 22:33
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Molly,
That sounds wild! I haven't been to a concert in ages, I guess the last one was Ian Anderson last year in our local theatre. It wasn't wild, but I sat not 10 feet from him and it was great to see him up close like that.
Clear Skies,
I have that Hedwid and the Angry Inch CD, and it's really good. I can't help visualizing the movie when it's playing, which usually cracks me up.
Six inches forward, five inches back, I've got an angry inch!
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molly bloom
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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:33
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quote:
Originally posted by Sikander
Molly,
That sounds wild!
Six inches forward, five inches back, I've got an angry inch! |
I think, knowing something of yoru musical tastes, you'd have loved the concert- it was like 70s glam rock meets new wave meets street theatre thing.
Here's a little ditty in a similar (blue) vein to the Hedwig song :
Victoria Spivey: The Organ Grinder Blues
Organ grinder, organ grinder,
organ grinder, play that melody
Take your organ, and grind some more for me
Grind it north, grind it north,
grind it north, and grind it east and west,
When you grind it slow, I like it the best
Organ grinder, organ grinder,
you don't have to pass your hat no more
You're the grinder I've been waitin' for
Organ grinder, organ grinder,
your sweet music seems to ease my mind
It's not your organ, but it's the way you grind
Organ grinder, organ grinder,
Organ grinder, don't tell me you're through
If you are tired, let mama grind a while for you
And nary a double entendre in sight
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Sikander
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Boulder, Colorado, United Snakes of America
Jan 2000
time: 22:33
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quote:
Originally posted by molly bloom
I think, knowing something of yoru musical tastes, you'd have loved the concert- it was like 70s glam rock meets new wave meets street theatre thing.
Here's a little ditty in a similar (blue) vein to the Hedwig song :
Victoria Spivey: The Organ Grinder Blues
Organ grinder, organ grinder,
organ grinder, play that melody
Take your organ, and grind some more for me
Grind it north, grind it north,
grind it north, and grind it east and west,
When you grind it slow, I like it the best
Organ grinder, organ grinder,
you don't have to pass your hat no more
You're the grinder I've been waitin' for
Organ grinder, organ grinder,
your sweet music seems to ease my mind
It's not your organ, but it's the way you grind
Organ grinder, organ grinder,
Organ grinder, don't tell me you're through
If you are tired, let mama grind a while for you
And nary a double entendre in sight |
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Clear Skies
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looking for a saviour in these dirty streets
Jul 2000
time: 05:33
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I actually wasn't the world's biggest fan of the Hedwig movie; I mean, I liked it, but I didn't adore it the way some of my friends did. Bits of it were just a little too surreal and disjointed. But that song is one of the few that can actually move me to tears.
Another of that few follows
Two For Tuesday: Dar Williams
Mortal City
She never should have rented this apartment in the Mortal City
The cold comes though every crack she puts her hand up to
The radiator's broken, so she has to use electric heat
And tonight was the first date with the brother of the guy she worked next to
He lived a couple streets away
He listened, he had things to say
She asked him up for dinner sometime
Sometime was tonight
The radio gave updates on the ice storm while she made the dinner
They said, from all the talk, you shouldn't drive or even walk
And this just in, we're asking everyone to turn off their power
They need it at the hospital
She ran around pulling plugs, then she called him up
Maybe now they shouldn't meet
He said that he would brave the streets
She met him at the door with a blanket and a candle
Saying, I heard it on the radio, I had to turn my power off
He said, you're not the only one, the streets were dark tonight,
It was like another century
With dim lamps and candles lighting up the icy trees
And the clouds and a covered moon
She said what kind of people make a city
Where you can't see the sky and you can't feel the ground?
I tell you something, I have this feeling that this city's dying
He said, it's not dying, it's the people who are dying
She said yes, yes, I think the people are dying and nobody cares...
We had all this technology
Our dreams were bold and vague
And then one city got bad planners, one city got the plague
He asked, why did you move here? She said, for the job
For the job and I've been
So lonely here
So lonely
There's no one I can talk to, you know I don't even know your brother
He smiled and said, sometimes at night I walk out by the river
The city's one big town, the water turns it upside down
People found this city because they love other people
They want their secretaries, they want their power lunches
And think about tonight, I heard the same newscast you did
I unplugged everything, I looked out the window
And I think the city heard, I watched as one by one the lights went off
So that they could give their power to the hospital
They ate in silence while she thought this over
They sat together in a dark room in the Mortal City
Shifting in their blankets so they wouldn't get spaghetti on them
Then came the awkward moment
After dinner, what to do
The ice was still falling, the streets were still dangerous
The cabs were not running
And this neighborhood was not the greatest
They both looked at the space where a couch would've been
She felt her stomach sink, she felt like she could hardly think
She said, I never should have rented this apartment in the Mortal City
The cold comes through every crack I put my hand up to
The radiator doesn't work, I have to use electric heat
And that settled it, they would both sleep in her bed
It was a matter of survival
She brought out t-shirts, sweatshirts, sweatpants, socks, hats
If there was ever any thought of what would happen in that bed tonight
There was no question now
They could barely move
They were wrapped up like ornaments waiting for another season
They lay in bed, they listened to the pelting ice
He said, my brother's not a bad guy, he's just quiet
I wished you liked this city
She said, maybe I do
I think I have a special kind of hearing tonight
I hear the neighbors upstairs
I hear my heart beating
I hear one thousand hearts beating at the hospital
And one thousand hearts by their bedsides waiting
Saying that's my love in the white gown
We are not lost in the Mortal City
We are not lost in the Mortal City...
The Ballad Of Mary Magdalen
My name is Mary Magdalen
I come from Palestine
Please excuse these rags I’m in
I’ve fallen on hard times
But long ago I had my work
When I was in my prime
But I gave it up, and all for love
It was his career or mine
Jesus loved me, this I know
Why on earth did I ever let him go?
He was always faithful, he was always kind
But he walked off with this heart of mine
A love like this comes but once
This I do believe
And I’ll not see his like again
As I live and breathe
And I’m sorry if I might offend
But I’ll never see
How the tenderness I shared with him
Became a heresy
Jesus loved me, this I know
Why on earth did I ever let him go?
He was always faithful, he was always kind
But he walked off with this heart of mine
And I remember nights we spent
Whispering our creed
Our rituals, our sacrament
The stars our canopy
And there beneath an olive tree
We’d offer up our plea
God’s creation, innocent
His arms surrounding me
Jesus loves me, this I know
Why on earth did he ever have to go?
He was always faithful, he was always kind
But he walked off with this heart of mine
He was always faithful, he was always kind
But he walked off with this heart of mine
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molly bloom
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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:33
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Artist: Horse
Song: The Wild Mountain Thyme
O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?
Chorus
And we'll all go together,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a tower,
By yon clear crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile,
All the flowers of the mountain.
Will you go, lassie, go?
Chorus
I will range through the wilds
And the deep land so dreary
And return with the spoils
To the bower o' my dearie.
Will ye go lassie go ?
Chorus
If my true love she'll not come,
Then I'll surely find another,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?
Chorus
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Ramo
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999
time: 23:33
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What Would Willie Do?
Gary Allan
I was lost in trouble and strife, I heard a voice and it changed my life
And now it's a brand new day, and I ain't afraid to say
You're not alone when you're down and out
And I think you know who I'm talking about
When I don't know how I'll get through
I ask myself what would Willie do
What would Willie do, well he'd travel so far with nothing but a song and his old guitar
And a tour bus and some semi-trucks, thirty crew men and a little bit of luck
Well he loves all the people, the ugly and the randy
If you don't believe me take a look at the family
And they'll tell you that it's true
When skies are gray what would Willie do
Well long ago he came unto us, his words were simple but they went right through us
And the whole world sang along, but then they didn't want to hear his songs
He was gone and we thought we'd lost him
But he grew his hair and he moved to Austin
And all of the people smiled, they came to hear him sing from miles
Like a miracle all those rednecks and hippies
From New York City down to Mississippi
Stood together and raised a brew
When it's all gone wrong what would Willie do
You know sometimes I wonder when I ain't gettin' nowhere
What would old Willie do when it all gets too much to bear
And I can see him on his lonely old tour bus
And he's got his problems just like any of us
Well he'd just take a deep breath and then he'd let it all go
And he'd take another deep breath and let it all go
And he'd take another deep breath...and he'd hold it
Ah and I bet he'd feel hungry in a way that seems strange
Yeah hungry for all the things that he just can't change
Like the time he passed out in is own bedroom
And his wife sewed him up in the sheets and beat him with a broom and he forgave her
And you think that's rough, well then the IRS came and they took away all of his stuff
They took his golf course and his recording studio, and he just went out and did another show
So when it's all coming down on you
You better ask yourself what would Willie do
What would Willie do, well he'd take a little time
And talk to old rooser as he'd drive on down the line
And there's millions down that road, and with a word he's gonna lighten their load
He loves all the people no matter their races
Hell he even had a hit country song with Julio Iglesias
And that ain't easy to do, so when it's all too much, what would Willie
When the game gets tough what would Willie
When they call your bluff what would Willie do
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