We could add a new verse about crooked necked, hunch shoulder, half blind people as well to bring it up to date.



Read the comments under the video.

When movements go wrong:

“On The Turning Away”, David Gilmour, 1987.

An interpretive essay on the evils of inter-human complacency, of which most of us are somewhat guilty.

Nick Cave — Into my arms



I don't believe in an interventionist god
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, o Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, o Lord

Littles Boxes !!! Thanks.

Dylan wrote quite a few.

Paloma Faith - Do you want the truth, or something beautiful?

Saul Williams-Fck the Beliefs

Interesting text.

"Blues" (5:22) - Wynton Marsalis
Black Codes (From The Underground), 1985

Chip Taylor — Fuck all the perfect people
(about life choices)

To be or not to be
To free or not to free
To crawl or not to crawl
Fuck all those perfect people

To sleep or not to sleep
To creep or not to creep
And some can't remember
What others recall
Fuck all those perfect people

Sleepy eyes, waltzing through
I'm not talking 'bout you

To stand or not to stand
To plan or not to plan
To stall or not to stall
Fuck all those perfect people

To drink or not to drink
To think or not to think
Some choose to dismember
Your rise and your fall
Fuck all those perfect people

Sleepy eyes, waltzing through
I'm not talking 'bout you!

To sing or not to sing
To swing or not to swing
Hell, he fills up the silence
like a chalk on the wall
Fuck all those perfect people

To pray or not to pray
To sway or not to sway
Jesus died for something,
Or nothing at all
Fuck all those perfect people

Sleepy eyes, waltzing through
I'm not talking 'bout you

Good luck, dreamers

https://youtu.be/wHGAMjwr_j8

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

"Strange Fruit" (3:22)
Sung by Billie Holiday (1939)
Lyrics by Abel Meeropol (1937)

I believe it was written by Holiday, not just sung.

// sorry, my mistake, it’s a poem by Robert Meeropol. Holiday contributed to the music, not the lyrics.

"The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself." ~W.F.

https://youtu.be/m5FCcDEA6mY

Southern man
better keep your head
Don't forget
what your good book said
Southern change
gonna come at last
Now your crosses
are burning fast
Southern man

I saw cotton
and I saw black
Tall white mansions
and little shacks.
Southern man
when will you
pay them back?
I heard screamin'
and bullwhips cracking

How long? How long?

Southern man
better keep your head
Don't forget
what your good book said
Southern change
gonna come at last
Now your crosses

are burning fast
Southern man

Lily Belle
your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man
comin' round
Swear by God
I'm gonna cut him down!
I heard screamin'
and bullwhips cracking
How long? How long?

"Southern Man" (5:31) - Neil Young
After The Gold Rush (1970)

https://youtu.be/UbkqE4fpvdI

"Chameleon" (15:45) - Herbie Hancock
Headhunters (1973)

Charles Mingus - Devil Blues



Charles Mingus: Bass; George Adams: Sax/vocals; Don Pullen: Piano; Jack Walrath: Trumpet; Dannie Richmond: Drums

Interpreted as being about sensation vs. perception, the “thing-in-itself.”



Been bangin' my head against the window
Just trying to see the world outside
Some people say it doesn't matter
Some people take you for a ride

I am covered in blood and broken glass
It seems the window likes to fight

Some people say the world's on fire
Some people say the world's on ice
Some people say the world's on ice
Sweet all alone in alienation

Brick windows

I am sticking my face right through the glass
Just trying to see if the world's alive

Some people will say the window's broken
Some people will say it's all right
Some people will say it's all right
Keep bangin' my head against the wall (wall...)

Just trying to keep the past alive
Some people who make the windows shatter
Some people who make it airtight
Some people who make it airtight

Sweet all alone in alienation
Sweet all alone in alienation
Brick windows
Brick windows

To follow up “Strange Fruit.”



Freedom, ignorance, jealousy, belligerence
Anger, self-control, tolerance, to and fro
Wisdom, ecstasy, addiction, dependency
Discipline, counter act, pray for peace, then attack
Dominance, contradict, upper class derelict
Downgrade, downsize, upstate, uprise

Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?

Downtown, on the block, at the club
Steaming hot, dancing, talking shit, telling lies
Like a pimp, meanwhile, underpaid
Read like, second grade
Uncle Sam, sign you up
Benefits, and a gun

Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?

African people, African people, African people, African people
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun

Rise up, over-stand
Stand your ground
Own your land
Serve all, love all, never sleep
Never fall, meditate
Eat right, pray first
Then fight, but for truth, not for fame
Not for glory, or the game

Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?

African people (Nigga, jungle bunny), African people (Coon, porch monkey), African people, African people
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun

Liberia, Iraq
Dark brown, light black
South Africa, Mozambique
Mud hut, concrete, AIDS ridden
Heart disease, strange fruit, Southern trees
Sierre Leone, diamond mines
Cameroon, pipe lines
Port-au-Prince, Salvadore
Civil right, Civil War
Zimbabwe, trenchtown
Money makin', Queens bound
BX, Shaolin
Uptown, Brooklyn, upstate, Newburgh, unseen, unheard

Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?
Now tell me, where my niggas at?

African people, African people, African people, African people
Shotgun
Shotgun, (African people)
Shotgun, (African people)
African people

I avoided this thread for whatever reason, as a musician...I don't want to be that way, so here's something deep:

♡

Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
À savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois à coups de pourquoi
Le cœur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

Moi, je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays où il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre jusqu'après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps d'or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine
Où l'amour sera roi, où l'amour sera loi
Où tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-là
Qui ont vu deux fois leurs cœurs s'embraser
Je te raconterai l'histoire de ce roi mort
De n'avoir pas pu te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
D'un ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est, paraît-il
Des terres brûlées
Donnant plus de blé
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir ne s'épousent-ils pas?
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler
Je me cacherai là
À te regarder danser et sourire et
À t'écouter chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
L'ombre de ta main
L'ombre de ton chien
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

"Ne me quitte pas" (3:45)
Sung by Nina Simone (1965)
Lyrics by Jacques Brel (1959)

... not a love song but "a hymn to the cowardice of men".

:broken:

Isn't it a pity
Isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Your eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Now, isn't it a pity

"Isn't It a Pity" (3:00) - George Harrison
Sung by George Harrison & Nina Simone (remix duet 2020 - from 1969 demo & 1972 cover, respectively)

Sad and lonely all the time
That's because I've got a worried mind
You know the world is in an uproar
The danger zone is everywhere, everywhere
Just read your paper
And you'll see
Just exactly what keeps worryin' me
Yeah, you'll see the world is in an uproar
The danger zone is everywhere
My love for the world is like always
For the world is a part of me
That's why I'm so afraid
Of the progress that's being made
Toward eternity
Every morning, noon, and night
Finds me hoping that everything's alright
Mm-hmm, the world is in an uproar
The danger zone is everywhere

"Danger Zone" - (2:25)
Sung by Ray Charles, 1961
Lyrics by Percy Mayfield, 1961

:death: :flower:

I'm a ghost
Living in a ghost town
I'm a ghost
Living in a ghost town

You can look for me
But I can't be found
You can search for me
I had to go underground
Life was so beautiful
Then we all got locked down
Feel like a ghost
Living in a ghost town

Once this place was humming
And the air was full of drumming
The sound of cymbals crashing
Glasses were all smashing
Trumpets were all screaming
Saxophones were blaring
Nobody was caring if it's day or night

I'm a ghost
Living in a ghost town
I'm going nowhere
Shut up all alone

So much time to lose
Just staring at my phone

Every night I am dreaming
That you'll come and creep in my bed
Please let this be over
Not stuck in a world without end

Preachers were all preaching
Charities beseeching
Politicians dealing
Thieves were happy stealing
Widows were all weeping
There's no beds for us to sleep in
Always had the feeling
It will all come tumbling down

I'm a ghost
Living in a ghost town
You can look for me
But I can't be found

We're all living in a ghost town
Living in a ghost town
We were so beautiful
I was your man about town
Living in this ghost town
Ain't having any fun
If I want a party
It's a party of one

"Living In A Ghost Town" - (4:00)
The Rolling Stones, 2020

memento mori memento vivere

Once I had a pretty little girl
I lose my baby, ain't that sad?
Oh, you know, once I had a pretty little girl
I lose my baby, ain't that sad?
Well, you know, you can't spend what you ain't got
You can't lose what you ain't never had

I had money in the bank
I got busted, boys, ain't that sad?
Oh, you know, I had some money in the bank
I got busted, baby, ain't that bad?
Well, you know, you can't spend what you ain't got
You can't lose what you ain't never had

I had a sweet little home
It got burned down, boys, ain't that bad?
Oh, you know, was my own fault
People, ain't that sad
Well, you know, you can't spend what you ain't got
You can't lose what you ain't never had

"You Can't Lose What You Ain't Never Had" - (2:58)
Folk Singer, 1964
Muddy Waters

The Grateful Dead's Ripple has always had a very spiritual feeling to me. I absolutely love to listen to it over and over again. :heart: Few friends relate to the degree I do about this song and that is one of the best parts of the song. Friendship :flower:

Not a Deadhead (by a loooong-shot), but "Fire on the Mountain" always moves me ... the way Marley's "Natural Mystic" moves me deeply. Like disparate variations on the same theme of the sublime - the boundless. :fire:

In the last second of life
They're gonna show you how
How they run this show
Sure, run it into the ground
In the last second of life
They're gonna show you how
How they run this show
They run it into the ground

In the last second of life
They'll show you how
They run this show
Sure, run it into the ground
In the last second of life
They're gonna show you how

And the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our lives down to this planet earth
And the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our minds down to this planet earth
Everyone wants a double feature
They wanna be their own damn teacher, and how
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our lives down to this planet earth

It's all about moderate climates
You gotta be cold and be hot for sure
And it's all about the moderate climates
You wanna be blessed and be cursed for sure

And the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our lives down to this planet earth
And the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our lives down to this planet earth
Everyone wants a double feature
They wanna be their own damn teacher, and how
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projectin' our minds down to this planet earth

You’ve got the harder part
You’ve got the kinder heart, and it's true
I've got the easy part
I've got the harder heart, ain't that true?
Well, right wing, left wing, chicken wing
It's built on findin' the easier ways through
God is a woman and the woman is
An animal, that animal’s man, and that’s you

Was there a need for creation?
That was hidden in a math equation that asks this:
Where do circles begin?
Where do circles begin?

To die for ideas, the idea is excellent
Me, I almost died for not having it
For all those who had it, overbearing multitude
Screaming for death fell onto me
They convinced me, and my insolent muse
Abjuring her mistakes, rallies to their faith
With a hint of reserve, however

Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but a slow death

Judging that there is no emergency
Let's go to the other world strolling along the way
For if one speeds up too much, one may well die
For ideas that are no longer in use the next day
Now, if there is one bitter, distressing thing
When you give your soul back to God, it's to reckon
That you went the wrong way, and got the wrong idea

Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but slow death

The St. John Chrysotome, who preach martyrdom
More often than not, they linger here on earth
Dying for ideas, if you see what I mean
Is their reason for living, and they hold on to it
In almost all camps, we see some supplanting
Soon Methuselah in their longevity
I take it they must be saying, as an aside,

Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death...
All right, but a slow death

Ideas calling for the famous sacrifice
Sects of all kinds offer dozens of them
And the question for the novice victims is
It's all well and good to die for ideas, but which ones?
As they’re all similar to one another
When he sees them coming with their big flag
The wise, hesitantly, turns around the tomb

Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but a slow death

Still, if a few hecatombs were enough
To change and improve everything at last
Since so many "great nights", so many heads rolled off
That in heaven on earth, we'd already be there
But the golden age is constantly postponed
The gods are still thirsty, they never get enough
And it is death, death, a thousand times over

Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but a slow death

O you fire lighters, O you good apostles
Let you die first, we give way to you
But for God's sake, let the others live!
Life is about their only luxury here on earth
In any case, Death is vigilant enough
She doesn't need our help to raise her scythe
Nor our macabre dance around the gallows

Let's die for ideas, all right, but a slow death
All right, but a slow death

——————————————

Mourir pour des idées, l'idée est excellente
Moi j'ai failli mourir de ne l'avoir pas eue
Car tous ceux qui l'avaient, multitude accablante
En hurlant à la mort me sont tombés dessus
Ils ont su me convaincre et ma muse insolente
Abjurant ses erreurs, se rallie à leur foi
Avec un soupçon de déserve toutefois

Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Jugeant qu'il n'y a pas péril en la demeure
Allons vers l'autre monde en flânant en chemin
Car, à forcer l'allure, Il arrive qu'on meure
Pour des idées n'ayant plus cours le lendemain
Or, s'il est une chose amère, désolante
En rendant l'âme à Dieu, c'est bien de constater
Qu'on a fait fausse route, qu'on s'est trompé d'idée

Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Les Saint Jean bouche d'or, qui prêchent le martyre
Le plus souvent d'ailleurs, s'attardent ici-bas
Mourir pour des idées, c'est le cas de le dire
C'est leur raison de vivre, ils ne s'en privent pas
Dans presque tous les camps, on en voit qui supplantent
Bientôt Mathusalem dans la longévité
J'en conclus qu'ils doivent se dire, en aparté,

Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Des idées réclamant le fameux sacrifice
Les sectes de tout poil en offrent des séquelles
Et la question se pose aux victimes novices
Mourir pour des idées, c'est bien beau mais lesquelles?
Et comme toutes sont entre elles ressemblantes
Quand il les voit venir avec leur gros drapeau
Le sage, en hésitant, tourne autour du tombeau

Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Encore s'il suffisait de quelques hécatombes
Pour qu'enfin tout changeât, qu'enfin tout s'arrangeât
Depuis tant de "grands soirs" que tant de têtes tombent
Au paradis sur terre, on y serait déjà
Mais l'âge d'or sans cesse est remis aux calendes
Les dieux ont toujours soif, n’en ont jamais assez
Et c'est la mort, la mort, toujours recommencée,

Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Ô vous, les boutefeux, Ô vous les bons apôtres
Mourez donc les premiers, nous vous cédons le pas
Mais de grâce, morbleu! Laissez vivre les autres!
La vie est à peu près leur seul luxe ici-bas
Car, enfin, la Camarde est assez vigilante
Elle n'a pas besoin qu'on lui tienne la faux
Plus de danse macabre autour des échafauds

Mourons pour des idées, d'accord, mais de mort lente
D'accord, mais de mort lente

Thanks for Puff the Magic Dragon.

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless

"Helpless" (3:33) - Neil Young
Déjà Vu, CSNY(1970)

Damn, now you have made it all start again.

About 8 years ago i woke up one morning with that song running through my head. I had not heard it in a very long time and it surprised me that I still knew the words. I could not get it out of my head all day i kept finding myself singing it to my self.
After a 2 hour meeting that numbed the senses I must have forgotten it, until I am leaving the building and I find a workmate with a book under her arm. Called "Puff the magic dragon". I could not sleep that night with that bloody song repeating itself over and over.

And you reminded me of it. AAaahhhhhhh.:cry: