Poetry and Lyrics

[Tathagata]

Dead Man's Will - Iron and Wine

Give this stone to my brother
'Cause we found it playing in the barnyard
Many years ago

Give this bone to my father
He'll remember hunting in the hills
When I was 10 years old

May my love reach you all
I locked in myself and buried too long
Now that I come to fall
Please say it's not too late
Now that I'm dead and gone

Give this string to my mother
It pulled the baby teeth she keeps inside the drawer

Give this ring to my lover
I was scared and stupid not to ask
For her hand long before

May my love reach you all
I locked in myself and buried too long
Now that I come to fall
Please say it's not too late
Now that I'm dead and gone

 

[Rev_Lovejoy]

Bernadette

Bernadette!
People are searching for the kind of love that we possess.
Some go on searching their whole life through
And never find the love I've found in you.
And when I speak of you, I see envy in other men's eyes.
And I'm well aware of what's on their minds.
They pretend to be my friend when all the time they long to persuade you from my side.
They'd give the world and all they own for just one moment we have known.
Bernadette!
They want you because of the pride that it gives.
But Bernadette,
I want you because I need you to live.
But while I live only to hold you,
Some other men, they long to control you.
But how can they control you
Bernadette,
When they cannot control themselves.
Bernadette!
From wanting you, needing you, but darling
You belong to me, I'll tell the world.
You belong to me, I'll tell the world.
You're the soul of me, I'll tell the world,
You're a part of me.
Bernadette!
In your arms I find the kind of peace of mind the world is searching for.
But you, you give me the joy this heart of mine has always been longing for.
In you I have what other men long for.
All men need someone to worship and adore.
That's why I treasure you and place you high above.
For the only joy in life is to be loved.
So whatever you do, Bernadette.
Keep on loving me, Bernadette.
Keep on needing me, Bernadette.
Bernadette,
You're the soul of me, more than a dream.
You are planned to me.
And Bernadette,
You mean more to me than a woman was ever meant to be
Bernadette,
My darling, Bernadette.

 

[Angeline]

Long Time Comin'
Bruce Springsteen

Out where the creek turn shallow and sandy
And the moon comes skimmin' away the stars
When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops
Straight into my arms
Straight into my arms

I'm ridin' hard carryin' a cache of roses
A fresh map that I made
Now I'm gonna get birth naked and bury my old soul
And dance on it's grave
And dance on it's grave

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
And now it's here

Well my daddy he was just a stranger
Lived in a hotel downtown
Well when I was a kid he was just somebody
Somebody I'd see around
Somebody I'd see around

Well now down below and pullin' on my shirt
Yeah I got some kids of my own
Well if I had one wish for you in this god forsaken world, kid
It'd be that your mistakes will be your own
That your sins will be your own

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
And now it's here

Out 'neath the arms of Cassiopeia
Where the sword of Orion sweeps
It's me and you, Rosie, cracklin' like crossed wires
And you breathin' in your sleep
And you breathin' in your sleep

Well there's just a spark of a campfire left burnin'
Two kids in a sleeping bag beside
Reach 'neath your shirt, put my hands across your belly and feel
Another one kickin' inside
And I ain't gonna fuck it up this time

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here

 

[BooMerengue]

Thanks, Ange! That one put this one in my head and this is one I love having stuck there! Thanks!





Long Time Gone
by David Crosby, Guerilla


It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a Long Time Gone.
And it appears to be a long,
appears to be a long,
appears to be a long
time, yes, a long, long, long ,long time before the dawn.

Turn, turn any corner.
Hear, you must hear what the people say.
You know there's something that's goin' on around here,
the surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day.
And it appears to be a long,
appears to be a long,
appears to be a long
time, yes, a long, long, long ,long time before the dawn.

Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness,
you got to speak your mind,
if you dare.
But don't no don't now try to get yourself elected
If you do you had better cut your hair.
`Cause it appears to be a long,
appears to be a long,
appears to be a long,
Time, such a long long long long time before the dawn.

It's been a long time comin'
It's goin' to be a long time gone.
But you know,
The darkest hour is always
Always just before the dawn.
And it appears to be a long, appears to be a long,
appears to be a long
Time before the dawn.

 

[Angeline]

Thanks, Ange! That one put this one in my head and this is one I love having stuck there! Thanks!

<snip>

for you:

Sugar Mountain
Neil Young

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

It's so noisy at the fair
But all your friends are there
And the candy floss you had
And your mother and your dad.

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

There's a girl just down the aisle,
Oh, to turn and see her smile.
You can hear the words she wrote
As you read the hidden note.

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

Now you're underneath the stairs
And you're givin' back some glares
To the people who you met
And it's your first cigarette.

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

Now you say you're leavin' home
'Cause you want to be alone.
Ain't it funny how you feel
When you're findin' out it's real?

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

 

[Tzara]

Love is a Rose

Love is a rose
but you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine.
A handful of thorns and
you'll know you've missed it
You lose your love
when you say the word "mine".

I wanna see what's never been seen,
I wanna live that age old dream.
Come on, lads, we can go together
Let's take the best right now,
Take the best right now.

I wanna go to an old hoe-down
Long ago in a western town.
Pick me up cause my feet are draggin'
Give me a lift and I'll hay your wagon.

Love is a rose
but you better not pick it
It only grows when it's on the vine.
A handful of thorns and
you'll know you've missed it
You lose your love
when you say the word "mine".
Mine, mine.

Love is a rose, love is a rose.
Love is a rose, love is a rose.

--N-N-Neil

 

[Angeline]

Comes A Time

Comes a time
when you're driftin'
Comes a time
when you settle down
Comes a light
feelin's liftin'
Lift that baby
right up off the ground.

Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time.

You and I we were captured
We took our souls
and we flew away
We were right
we were giving
That's how we kept
what we gave away.

Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time.

m-m--my favorite

 

[Tzara]

OK, here's one o' my two all time favor-right Neil songs. I allus liked N 'cuz he sung almost as badly as I did and do. Hiz guitar skills ur better, though.

I kin do the feedback part. Learnt that by heart. Turn to '11' and play, and you feel like a Stoned Pony, Linda.

O, well. Showing my age, ladies... gents...

Here't is:

Ohio

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

 

[BooMerengue]

for you:

Sugar Mountain
Neil Young

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

It's so noisy at the fair
But all your friends are there
And the candy floss you had
And your mother and your dad.

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

There's a girl just down the aisle,
Oh, to turn and see her smile.
You can hear the words she wrote
As you read the hidden note.

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

Now you're underneath the stairs
And you're givin' back some glares
To the people who you met
And it's your first cigarette.

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

Now you say you're leavin' home
'Cause you want to be alone.
Ain't it funny how you feel
When you're findin' out it's real?

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.

Where is my Sugar Mountain and why do I feel sad when I think of it?

Thanks, Sis. I wish you had the answer...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Might'n this help? * Smiles *

A Study (A Soul)

She stands as pale as Parian statues stand;
Like Cleopatra when she turned at bay,
And felt her strength above the Roman sway,
And felt the aspic writhing in her hand.
Her face is steadfast toward the shadowy land,
For dim beyond it looms the light of day;
Her feet are steadfast; all the arduous way
That foot-track hath not wavered on the sand.
She stands there like a beacon thro' the night,
A pale clear beacon where the storm-drift is;
She stands alone, a wonder deathly white;
She stands there patient, nerved with inner might,
Indomitable in her feebleness,
Her face and will athirst against the light.


Christina Georgina Rossetti


Many will see this in different ways,
to me
it's strength.
Pure unconditional strength ~
Lovin it, so inspiring ..





Just me ~

 

[wildsweetone]

Touch Me
by The Carpenters

Play us a song we can slow dance on
We want to hold each other
Play us a groove so we hardly move
Just let our hearts beat together
Oh baby, 'cause it feels so good
When we're close like this
Whisper in my ear and let me steal a kiss

Come on and touch me
When we're dancing
You know you've got that loving touch
(Loving touch)
Touch me when we're dancing
I want to feel you when I'm falling in love

Tonight's the night and it feels so right
My heart is saying it to me
You're the one I've waited for so long
So let your love flow through me
Oh baby, 'cause it feels so good
Just to be this close
You've got me up so high
I could fly coast to coast

Come on and touch me
When we're dancing
You know you've got that loving touch
(Loving touch)
Touch me when we're dancing
I want to feel you when I'm falling in love

 

[wildsweetone]

Stranger In A Strange Land - Barbra Streisand

You May be someone elses sweetheart
Fighting someone elses war
And if you suffer for the millions
Then its what your fighting for

Someone believes in only light of day
Someone strong enough to show the way
Someone everyone believes in
Someone who.., Will stand by you

And that will be your heart in mine
My love is on the line
I know its how i'm gona stay
For a Stranger in a strange land far away

And just to see your spirit shine
I feel your hand in mine
I write a letter every single day
to a stranger in a strange land far away

May we share the most tomorrows
I will hear you when you cry
Should we let it come between us
Never knowing how we live or die
I will walk you through the pouring rain
I will help you learn to live and love again
If i'm healed before you go to heaven
I send you home again

And that will be your heart in mine
My love is on the line
I know its how i'm gona stay
To a stranger in a strange land far away

And somewhere in the lonely night
your flame is burning bright
I know its how i'm gona stay
For a stranger in a strange land far away

And just to see your spirit shine
I feel your hand in mine
I write a letter every single day
to a stranger in a strange land far away
Ooooh Oooh ooh ooh
Far away

 

[RhymeFairy]

Mmmmmmmmmm, Night dreams ~ ;o)~


Artist: Alabama
Album: Roll On
Title: When We Make Love.


There's a light, in your eyes tonight.
You know i know that look anywhere.
You got plans, and i'm one lucky man.
Before we get so carried away,
Theres just something i've been wanting to say.

When we make love
Its more to me than just an affair
I want you to know how much i care
When we make love
Oh its such a precious time
We share our hearts, our souls and our minds...
When we make love

Watching you, make your little moves
Well i can tell its gonna be a long night
All day long, we keep holding on
It couldn't be any better than this
I got it all in my fingertips

When we make love
Oh, its more to me than just an affair
I want you to know how much i care.
When we make love
Oh, its such a precious time
We share our hearts our souls and our minds...

These moments..these feelings..mmmmmm

When we make love
Its more to me than just an affair
I want you to know how much i care
When we make love
Oh, its such a precious time.
We share our hearts our souls and our minds...

Now lets make love, sweet love

 

[RhymeFairy]

Rain .. love tha rain ~

Like the Touch of Rain


Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:

With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.

Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.


Edward Thomas

 

[Jennifer C]

JAMES BLUNT LYRICS

"Wise Men"

She said to me, "Go steady on me.
Won't you tell me what the Wise Men said?
When they came down from Heaven,
Smoked nine 'til seven,
All the shit that they could find,
But they couldn't escape from you,
Couldn't be free of you,
And now they know there's no way out,
And they're really sorry now for what they've done,
They were three Wise Men just trying to have some fun."

Look who's alone now,
It's not me. It's not me.
Those three Wise Men,
They've got a semi by the sea.
Got to ask yourself the question,
Where are you now?

Really sorry now,
They weren't to know.
They got caught up in your talent show,
With you pernickety little bastards in your fancy dress,
Who just judge each other and try to impress,
But they couldn't escape from you,
Couldn't be free of you,
And now they know there's no way out,
And they're really sorry now for what they've done,
They were three Wise Men just trying to have some fun.

Look who's alone now,
It's not me. It's not me.
Those three Wise Men,
They've got a semi by the sea.
Got to ask yourself the question,
Where are you now?

 

[Rev_Lovejoy]

Vincent

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
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not 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


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
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

 

[Liar]

Not really song lyrics, but a spoken word track on a new album I just picked up. Just wanted to share it with you.

The artist is Esthero, the album has the awesomely silly title Wikked Lil Grrrls. And it pretty much kicks ass.



Dragonfly's intro

If the world is nearly civilized
Then I'm the red-haired faerie child
Of whom the prophets prophesies
Would bleed songs until the lyrics died
But I've been busy with my unborn child
I sent him aborted songs to wrap his unformed limbs in

I'm Grace Jones in this sin thing with my titties out prowling this tee-dot club
Eyes on a Reebok thug, looking for soft boy parts to make my mattress cumfy
I crush their bones into melancholy melodies
As gifts for the brokenhearted girls who's stereos pump me

I'm a grown-ass woman with little girl features
A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom makes at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Patsy Klein faerie preacher

I'm at the hip hop show head-bopping in the back
Smoking anything that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the club bathroom
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
Thank heaven for you,
thank heaven for you,
thank heaven for you

I'm a studio rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra Leone activist cat
I'm a wikked little gal
Who don't take no back chat
Unless it's in the dark
I might be in the attics now
But a mother fucker just moved out of Regent Park

But look into my civil eyes, really
I'll sing you all some civil lies
And take you from your civil lives
And show you that I'm civilized
Nearly,
nearly,
nearly

 

[Angeline]

Not really song lyrics, but a spoken word track on a new album I just picked up. Just wanted to share it with you.

The artist is Esthero, the album has the awesomely silly title Wikked Lil Grrrls. And it pretty much kicks ass.



Dragonfly's intro

If the world is nearly civilized
Then I'm the red-haired faerie child
Of whom the prophets prophesies
Would bleed songs until the lyrics died
But I've been busy with my unborn child
I sent him aborted songs to wrap his unformed limbs in

I'm Grace Jones in this sin thing with my titties out prowling this tee-dot club
Eyes on a Reebok thug, looking for soft boy parts to make my mattress cumfy
I crush their bones into melancholy melodies
As gifts for the brokenhearted girls who's stereos pump me

I'm a grown-ass woman with little girl features
A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom makes at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Patsy Klein faerie preacher

I'm at the hip hop show head-bopping in the back
Smoking anything that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the club bathroom
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
Thank heaven for you,
thank heaven for you,
thank heaven for you

I'm a studio rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra Leone activist cat
I'm a wikked little gal
Who don't take no back chat
Unless it's in the dark
I might be in the attics now
But a mother fucker just moved out of Regent Park

But look into my civil eyes, really
I'll sing you all some civil lies
And take you from your civil lives
And show you that I'm civilized
Nearly,
nearly,
nearly

Thanks for posting this, L. It's very cool--hippity hop rap meets crossover music history lesson!

 

[bogusbrig]

Not really song lyrics, but a spoken word track on a new album I just picked up. Just wanted to share it with you.

The artist is Esthero, the album has the awesomely silly title Wikked Lil Grrrls. And it pretty much kicks ass.



Dragonfly's intro

If the world is nearly civilized
Then I'm the red-haired faerie child
Of whom the prophets prophesies
Would bleed songs until the lyrics died
But I've been busy with my unborn child
I sent him aborted songs to wrap his unformed limbs in

I'm Grace Jones in this sin thing with my titties out prowling this tee-dot club
Eyes on a Reebok thug, looking for soft boy parts to make my mattress cumfy
I crush their bones into melancholy melodies
As gifts for the brokenhearted girls who's stereos pump me

I'm a grown-ass woman with little girl features
A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom makes at green eyes
I fall to pieces, Patsy Klein faerie preacher

I'm at the hip hop show head-bopping in the back
Smoking anything that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the club bathroom
Hold up in a stall praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
Thank heaven for you,
thank heaven for you,
thank heaven for you

I'm a studio rat, designer geared, Toronto kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Sierra Leone activist cat
I'm a wikked little gal
Who don't take no back chat
Unless it's in the dark
I might be in the attics now
But a mother fucker just moved out of Regent Park

But look into my civil eyes, really
I'll sing you all some civil lies
And take you from your civil lives
And show you that I'm civilized
Nearly,
nearly,
nearly

I've tried to resist this post but I can't. This is an example of why lyrics shouldn't be without music. These lyrics are quite obviously written a particular beat in mind and the words aren't exactly challenging, thought provoking, creative or original.

OK Don't get me onto whether I think rap is music or not but you're right, I don't think it is and I don't think rappers are rebels, they snake oil salesmen.

Aaaah I feel better for that.

 

[Liar]

I've tried to resist this post but I can't. This is an example of why lyrics shouldn't be without music. These lyrics are quite obviously written a particular beat in mind and the words aren't exactly challenging, thought provoking, creative or original.

OK Don't get me onto whether I think rap is music or not but you're right, I don't think it is and I don't think rappers are rebels, they snake oil salesmen.

Aaaah I feel better for that.

Uh. This ain't rap.

Anyhoo, each to his own.

 

[Du Lac]

9. AND IF

And if this is only a dream
Mankind has about itself?
And we Christians
Are dreaming our dream within a dream?

And nobody is responsible for this self-deception,
With which we go down into the earth
Expecting to be raised by Eternal Justice?


Czeslaw Milosz
from Second Space
2004

 

[Rev_Lovejoy]

Elusive Butterfly

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 a 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.

 

[PatCarrington]

Willin’ by Lowell George

I’ve been warped by the rain,
driven by the snow.
I'm drunk and dirty
don't ya know,
and I'm still, willin'.

Out on the road late last night,
I seen my pretty Alice
in every headlight.
Alice, Dallas Alice.

I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari,
Tehachapi to Tonapah,
driven every kind of rig
that's ever been made,
driven the back roads
so I wouldn't get weighed.

And if you give me:
weed, whites, and wine
and you show me a sign,
I'll be willin', to be movin'.

I've been kicked by the wind,
robbed by the sleet,
had my head stoved in
but I'm still on my feet
and I'm still, willin'.

Now I’ve smuggled some smokes
and folks from Mexico.
I’m baked by the sun
every time I go to Mexico,
and I'm still, willin’.

I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari,
Tehachapi to Tonapah,
driven every kind of rig
that's ever been made ,
driven the back roads
so I wouldn't get weighed.

And if you give me:
weed, whites, and wine
and you show me a sign,
I'll be willin', to be movin'.

 

[Angeline]

Willin’ by Lowell George

I’ve been warped by the rain,
driven by the snow.
I'm drunk and dirty
don't ya know,
and I'm still, willin'.

Out on the road late last night,
I seen my pretty Alice
in every headlight.
Alice, Dallas Alice.

I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari,
Tehachapi to Tonapah,
driven every kind of rig
that's ever been made,
driven the back roads
so I wouldn't get weighed.

And if you give me:
weed, whites, and wine
and you show me a sign,
I'll be willin', to be movin'.

I've been kicked by the wind,
robbed by the sleet,
had my head stoved in
but I'm still on my feet
and I'm still, willin'.

Now I’ve smuggled some smokes
and folks from Mexico.
I’m baked by the sun
every time I go to Mexico,
and I'm still, willin’.

I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari,
Tehachapi to Tonapah,
driven every kind of rig
that's ever been made ,
driven the back roads
so I wouldn't get weighed.

And if you give me:
weed, whites, and wine
and you show me a sign,
I'll be willin', to be movin'.

I've loved this ode to the tenacity of the human spirit ever since I heard it a forever ago on Linda Ronstadt's Heart Like a Wheel album. Thanks for reminding me of it.

 

[PatCarrington]

I've loved this ode to the tenacity of the human spirit ever since I heard it a forever ago on Linda Ronstadt's Heart Like a Wheel album. Thanks for reminding me of it.

it's great stuff.

and there are lots of versions, by lots of artists. the song is so good, it's hard to screw up. Steve Earle did a great version with the Del McCoury Band too.