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Re: Music

Post by Aka spike » Sat Sep 29, 2018 12:53 am


[SPOILER]
Pretty Pimpin
Kurt Vile
I woke up this morning
Didn’t recognize the man in the mirror
Then I laughed and I said, "Oh silly me, that’s just me"
Then I proceeded to brush some stranger’s teeth
But they were my teeth, and I was weightless
Just quivering like some leaf come in the window of a restroom
I couldn’t tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
But it was a Monday, no, a Tuesday
No, a Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around and I said
"Who’s this stupid clown blocking the bathroom sink?"
All he ever wanted was to be someone in life that was just like
All I want is to just have fun, live my life like a son of a gun
I could be one thousand miles away but still mean what I say
Then I woke up one morning
Didn’t recognize the man in the mirror
Then I laughed and I said, “Oh silly me, that’s just me”
Then I proceeded to not comb some stranger’s hair
Never was my style
But I couldn’t tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
'Cause it was a Monday, no, a Tuesday
No, a Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around and I said
“Who’s this stupid clown blocking the bathroom sink?”
But he was sporting all my clothes
I gotta say, pretty pimpin'
All he ever wanted was to be a man
But he was always a little too cute to be admitted under marbles lost
He was always a thousand miles away while still standing in front of your face
Then he woke up this morning
Didn’t recognize the boy in the mirror
Then laughed and said, “Oh silly me, that’s just me”
Then I proceeded to brush some stranger’s teeth
But they were my teeth, and I was weightless
Just quivering like some leaf come in the window of a restroom
And I couldn’t tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
'Cause it was a Monday, no, a Tuesday
No, a Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Then Saturday came around and I said
"Who’s this stupid clown blocking the bathroom sink?"
But he was sporting all my clothes
I gotta say, pretty pimpin'
I woke up this morning, didn’t recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this morning, didn’t recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this morning, didn’t recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this morning, didn’t recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this morning, didn’t recognize the boy in the mirror
I woke up this morning, didn’t recognize the boy in the mirror
Songwriters: Kurt Samuel Vile
Pretty Pimpin lyrics © Third Side Music Inc.

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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Mon Oct 01, 2018 10:56 pm

"...One foot in the graveyard,
and the other on the Bus
... ".

Here is Jethro Tull, with the great track, "Dr. Bogenbroom", from their double LP album.



Dr. Bogenbroom

by: Jethro Tull

I have one foot in the graveyard
And the other on the bus
And the passengers do trample
Each other in the rush.

And the chicken hearted lawman
Is throwing up his fill
To see the kindly doctor
To pass the super pill.

Well, I'm goin' down to revisit Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.

Well, I tried my best to love you all,
All you hypocrites and whores,
With your eyes upon each other
And the locks upon your doors.

Well, you drowned me in the fountain of life, and I hated you
For living, while I was dying,
We were all just passing through.

Well, I'm goin' down to revisit Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom!

Songwriters: Ian Anderson
Dr. Bogenbroom lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Wed Oct 03, 2018 9:46 pm

Here are some very young and very skinny youngsters to talk -- and even sing! -- about ...Sealing Wax! ;) Imagine... .

Lip-synching, surely (Milli-Vanilli, take a confidently friendly nap).

Released 5 Feb., 1966.

It was a good year. I ran track later in the year, and listened to "Paint It Black", on my 2-transistor pocket-radio as we practiced in deep sand on the waterfront, radio-greatness blasting out of New York stations to our 9-volt units.

Oh, see the next post for "Paint It Black", an early Middle-Eastern influence in Western Rock, I'd say.



19th Nervous Breakdown

by: The Rolling Stones

You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs!
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs.
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears.

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown

When you were a child you were treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys but still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown

Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane
Well nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse, oh please

You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed your mind
And after that you turned your back on treating people kind
On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mind!
But after a while I realized you were disarranging mine.

You better stop, look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown

Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane
Well nothing I do don't seem to work
It only seems to make matters worse, oh please

When you were a child you were treated kind
But you were never brought up right
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys and still you cried all night
Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax
You better stop, look around

Here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.

Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger
19th Nervous Breakdown lyrics © Abkco Music, Inc
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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Wed Oct 03, 2018 10:11 pm

It's the "Red Door" that interests me. Oh, well; it's been painted, here.

But here you are, after a few -- 52? -- healthy, and full, years. --Joe



Paint It Black

by: The Rolling Stones

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up, when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

I want to see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I want to see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I want to see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

Yeah

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger
Paint It Black lyrics © Abkco Music, Inc

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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Wed Oct 03, 2018 11:04 pm

You've seen this (?), Billie and Dusty (2004), constituting ZZ Top, at Clapton's "Crossroads" guitar festival (?).


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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Sun Oct 07, 2018 10:49 pm

Yessiree, some tracks, ...two of them almost as of, or as if, the most depressing and seedy that I recall from my youth.

And, contrastingly, two of the most strange and inspiring (at least at the time), almost "Science-Fiction" tracks, of (popular) music.

I'll post them in a bit, maybe even within this self-same post, if editing privileges do not expire before I recall and can find the titles, and post the YouTube links.

First, dinner; and regular evening feeding for all here on the Lizard Farm. --Joe

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EDIT: Later... . about 23:15 Zulu time.

Here's the first depressing or seedy track, experienced as such by me when I was very young teenager (BUT..., later came Kerouac's novel THE DHARMA BUMS, to put a more kindly spin on this reality, although for me that was 10 YEARS later... . All things in their time... ). Thanks, Jack, and thanks, Ginsberg (shopping the novel's MS. around to publishers).

Mr. Roger Miller's, "King of the Road", 1965. A very jazzy start to it... .



King of the Road

by: Roger Miller

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road!

Third boxcar, midnight train, destination, Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out suit and shoes,
I don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.

I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked, when no one's around.

I sing, trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.

Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road.

Songwriters: Roger Miller
King of the Road lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Funny, the OTHER depressing song escapes me right now. Probably a psychological survival mechanism. Thanks, Nature! (I'll post it when next Nature lets me down and I can grovel with the best of 'em).

Let's go to a new post, with TWO upbeat tracks, kinda SCI-FI and FANTASY-oriented. Shall we? Yes. No great shakes.

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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Sun Oct 07, 2018 11:41 pm

"Everyone's Gone to the Moon". Everyone heard, or heard about it:? Mr. Jonathan King (1965)



Everyone’s Gone to the Moon (1965)

by: Jonathan King

Streets full of people, all alone
Roads full of houses, never home
Church full of singing, out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon

Eyes full of sorrow, never wet
Hands full of money, all in debt
Sun coming out in the middle of June
Everyone's gone to the moon

Long time ago
Life had begun
Everyone went to the sun

Cars full of motors, painted green
Mouths full of chocolate-covered cream
Arms that can only lift a spoon
Everyone's gone to the moon

Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon

Songwriters: Kenneth King
Everyone’s Gone to the Moon lyrics © Marquis Songs USA

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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Mon Oct 08, 2018 12:00 am

Bob Lind's "Elusive Butterfly" (1966).

Another great one, blasting out of New York stations (esp. WMCA 570 AM) onto my two-transistor pocket radio, made in Japan.



Elusive Butterfly (1966)

You might wake up some mornin'
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you're quick enough to rise
You'll catch the fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow

Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow

Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in

You might have seen me runnin'
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin'

Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
It's only me pursuing somethin' I'm not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love!

Songwriters: Bob Lind
Elusive Butterfly lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing

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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Mon Oct 08, 2018 1:17 am

The other depressing old track from childhood (by someone) will come to me, sometime. I'll post it, then.

But meanwhile, here's The Grateful Dead (Los Muertos Agradecidos), in 1980 in NYC with their "Fire on the Mountain".



Fire On The Mountain

by: The Grateful dead

Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?
Get up, get out, get out of the door
Your're playin' cold music on the barroom floor
Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core.

There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town
Takes a whole pail of water just to slow him down.

Fire! fire on the mountain!
Fire! fire on the mountain!
Fire! fire on the mountain!
Fire! fire on the mountain!

Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat
It takes all you got just to stay on the beat.
You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat
But you're here alone, there's no one to compete.

If mercy's a business, I wish it for you
More than just ashes when your dreams come true.

Fire! fire on the mountain!
Fire! fire on the mountain!
Fire! fire on the mountain!
Fire! fire on the mountain!

Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for?
Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door.
The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor
You gave all you had. why you want to give more?
The more that you give, the more it will take
To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake.

Fire! fire on the mountain!
Fire! fire on the mountain!
Fire! fire on the mountain!
Fire! fire on the mountain!

Songwriters: Mickey Hart / Robert Hunter
Fire on the Mountain lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

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Re: Music

Post by loves' the unjust » Wed Oct 17, 2018 8:29 am

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Re: Music

Post by Aka spike » Wed Oct 17, 2018 9:46 pm

English and Turkish lyrics for Dansöz
[SPOILER]

Dansöz (English translation)
Artist: Serdar Ortaç
Song: Dansöz
Translations: Bulgarian, Czech, English #1, #2, Georgian, German #1, #2, Hungarian, Italian, Russian #1, #2


English translation
Belly Dancer
Versions: #1#2
I am confessing to you, confessing
Love has undergone a horrible transformation
I'm innocent, more innocent than a bystander
But I am afraid for this I need you

To the heart of the high flying bird
To love drunk heart sickness
It seems I've become a slave
To the instigators, those pissed at me
Those who change their mind and come back

Who's gonna say sorry? gonna say love em n' leave em?
Who's suffered the pangs of love? More than me...

You can't die for love
One will come along that you won't understand
You can't play that kind of game
You have a heart, heart, heart

Alright, let's say she's a bit head over heals
For you she'll give everything, everything
Oh one day she might even shake those hips for you
There are thousands of belly dancers...


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Turkish
Dansöz
Itiraf, ediyorum sana itiraf.
Başladı yarali aşklara tadilat.
Masumum, dışarıdan daha masumum,
Maalesef, bunun için sana mecburum.
Yüksek uçan kuşun, yüreği sarhoşun.
Acı çeker gibi, kölesi olmuşum,
Kavga edenlere, bana küsenlere,
Yüreği çark edip, geri dönenlere.
Affet diyen kim? Ez geç diyen kim?
Aşktan çeken kim? Benim kadar...

Ölene kadar aşık olamazsın.
Birisi cıkar onu anlayamazsın.
Sen o tür oyunlara katlanamazsın.
Senin bir kalbin var.

Hadi diyelim biri çok deli sevdi
Senin için her şeyi her şeyi verdi
Ya bir gün olur sana bel kıvırırsa?
Binlerce dansöz var...

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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Fri Oct 19, 2018 7:22 pm

Old man, 55 years ago or more, told me,

"There're only two kinds of music:

Popular music, and UN-popular music". :lol:

Here's to both, :hatsoff:

--Joe

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Re: Music

Post by Aka spike » Fri Oct 19, 2018 11:21 pm

By definition, if the above example of Turkish music is unpopular with old white male Americans, with a few exceptions like me, that is fine, because that opinion is only a matter of taste, not of worth or artistic value.

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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Wed Oct 24, 2018 1:44 am

True!, to Life! --

In a previous post here, some entity shut down the music of the following track. It happens! Who can say this or that about it, ...as I am doing.

I repeat it here, under new auspices.



True to Life

by Roxy Music

So it gets to seven
And I think of nothing
But living in darkness
And the diamond lady
Well she's not telling
I don't even know her name
It's amazing
Times have changed
In days of old

But Imagination 'll leave you standing
Out in the cold

Dancing city
Now you're talking
But where's your soul
You've a thousand faces
I'll never know

There are complications
And compensated,
If you know the game.
Agitated in Xenon night
I'll take you home again
Travel way downtown
In search of nothing
But the sky at night
And the diamond lady
Well she's not talking
Eh, that's alright

So I turn the pages
And tell the story
From town to town
People tell me
Be determined
Poor country boy
Too much luck
Means too much trouble
Much time alone
But arm in arm
With my seaside diamond
I'll soon be home

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Songwriter: Bryan Ferry
True to Life lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management US, LLC
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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Wed Oct 24, 2018 1:50 am

Two kinds of music: popular music, and unpopular music.

:lol:

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Re: Music

Post by desert_woodworker » Wed Oct 24, 2018 2:08 am

Folks must know this by now. Oh? Here's a revisit.

Bueno; felicitaciones!, a Todos... . --José (I am not a Junky; but see William Burroughs' great novel, JUNKY [1953] ).



I'm Waiting for My Man

by: The Velvet Underground

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, one, two, five
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man, ah work it now

Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody body's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I feel oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man, walk it home

Songwriters: Lou Reed
I'm Waiting for My Man lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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