What Are You Listening to Now 7.0

[EmilyMiller]

Stand up straight at the foot of your love
I lift my shirt up
Stand up straight at the foot of your love
I lift my shirt up
I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees
I never married, but Ohio don't remember me
Lay my head on the hood of your car
I take it too far
Lay my head on the hood of your car
I take it too far
I still owe money to the money, to the money I owe
I never thought about love when I thought about home
I still owe money to the money, to the money I owe
The floors are falling out from everybody I know
I'm on a blood buzz, yes, I am
I'm on a blood buzz
I'm on a blood buzz, God, I am
I'm on a blood buzz
I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees
I never married, but Ohio don't remember me
I still owe money to the money, to the money I owe
I never thought about love when I thought about home
I still owe money to the money, to the money I owe
The floors are falling out from everybody I know
I'm on a blood buzz, yes, I am
I'm on a blood buzz
I'm on a blood buzz, God, I am
I'm on a blood buzz

 

[EmilyMiller]

Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
Back, back, way back, I used to front like Angkor Wat
Mechanicsburg, Anchorage, and Dar es-Salaam
While home in New York was champagne and disco
Tapes from L.A. slash San Francisco
But actually Oakland and not Alameda
Your girl was in Berkeley with her communist reader
Mine was entombed within boombox and walkman
I was a hoarder but girl that was back then
The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl
Ancestors told me that their girl was better
She's richer than Croesus, she's tougher than leather
I just ignored all the tales of a past life
Stale conversation deserves but a bread knife
And punks who would laugh when they saw us together
Well they didn't know how to dress for the weather
I can still see them there, huddled on Astor
Snow falling slow to the sound of the master
The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone
Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth
Age is an honor, it's still not the truth
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she's gone, and I can't resurrect her
The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her
We know the true death, the true way of all flesh
Everyone's dying, but girl you're not old yet
The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone
Gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out
What you on about?
I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones
I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house
Such a modest mouse
I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone
Every time I see you in the world
You always step to my girl

 

[EmilyMiller]

Bend my finger back (snap)
Wrap it in a paper towel
Break a twig in half and set it straight
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me with a canister that's fired while
The soldiers drive away
Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on for days
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me like a Yankee, like a son of
Freedom, never had a slave
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
And baby you're not anybody's fool
Bless me with a heart attack
A real cries cardiac
And show me where to find the
Surgeon's knife
Eviscerate me now (hack)
Take me to my punishment?
The punishment I needed all my life
Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on with strife
Listen to my bum rap
Listen to the evidence exonerating me from
Being right
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't
Ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
Baby you're not anybody's fool
You know that I've been wicked and the
Road to hell is wide
Cursed by curiosity that made
Us go inside
Everyone was charming but we took 'em for a ride
Baby, you're not anybody's fool
Bend my finger back (snap)
Wrap it in a paper towel
Break a twig in half and set it straight
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me with a canister that's fired while
The soldiers drive away
Bend my finger back (snap)
On and on and on and on for days
Hit me with a wood bat
Hit me like a Yankee, like a son of
Freedom, never had a slave
It's etiquette, you idiot
Spend time behind the line
Show sympathy to LA where the sun don't ever shine
Everybody wants you, but baby you are mine
And baby you're not anybody's fool
The harpsichord is broken and the
Television's fried
The city's getting hotter like a
Country in decline
Everyone's a coward when you look
Them in the eyes
But baby, you're not anybody's fool
See ya next year in Jerusalem
You know, the one at 103rd and Broadway?
'Cause this orthodox girl fell in love with the guy at the falafel shop
And why not?
Should she have averted her eyes and just stared
At the laminated poster of the dome of the rock?
And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
Remembrances of holy days in tarry town and rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die
Condolences to gentle hearts who
Couldn't bear to try
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die
Remembrances of holy days in tarry town and rye
I don't wanna live like this, but I don't wanna die

 

[EmilyMiller]

We took a vow in summertime
Now we find ourselves in late December
I believe that New Year's Eve
Will be the perfect time for their great surrender
But they don't remember
Anger wants a voice
Voices wanna sing
Singers harmonize
'Til they can't hear anything
I thought that I was free
From all that questionin'
But every time a problem ends
Another one begins
And the stone walls of Harmony Hall bear witness
Anybody with a worried mind can never forgive the sight
Of wicked snakes inside a place you thought was dignified
I don't wanna live like this
But I don't wanna die
Ooh
Ooh, doo
Ooh
I don't wanna live like this
But I don't wanna die
Within the halls of power lies a nervous heart
That beats like a Young Pretender's
Beneath these velvet gloves I hide
The shameful crooked hands of a money lender
'Cause I still remember
Anger wants a voice
Voices wanna sing
Singers harmonize
'Til they can't hear anything
I thought that I was free
From all that questionin'
But every time a problem ends
Another one begins
And the stone walls of Harmony Hall bear witness
Anybody with a worried mind can never forgive the sight
Of wicked snakes inside a place you thought was dignified
I don't wanna live like this
But I don't wanna die
Ooh
Ooh, doo
Ooh
I don't wanna live like this
But I don't wanna die
And the stone walls of Harmony Hall bear witness
Anybody with a worried mind can never forgive the sight
Of wicked snakes inside a place you thought was dignified
I don't wanna live like this
But I don't wanna die
Ooh
Ooh, doo
Ooh
I don't wanna live like this
But I don't wanna die
And the stone walls of Harmony Hall bear witness
Anybody with a worried mind can never forgive the sight
Of wicked snakes inside a place you thought was dignified
I don't wanna live like this
But I don't wanna die

 

[EmilyMiller]

Baby, I know pain is as natural as the rain
I just thought it didn't rain in California
Baby, I know love isn't what I thought it was
'Cause I've never known a love like this before ya
Baby, I know dreams tend to crumble at extremes
I just thought our dream would last a little bit longer
There's a time when every man draws a line down in the sand
We're surviving, we're still living I was stronger
You've been cheating on, cheating on me
I've been cheating on, cheating on you
You've been cheating on me
But I've been cheating through this life
And all its suffering
Oh Christ,
Am I good for nothing?
Baby, I know hate is always waiting at the gate
I just thought we locked the gate when we left in the morning
I was told that war is how we landed on these shores
I just thought the drums would all be loud warnings
You've been cheating on, cheating on me
I've been cheating on, cheating on you
You've been cheating on me
But I've been cheating through this life
And all its suffering
Oh Christ, am I good for for nothing?
Baby, I know death probably hasn't happened yet
'Cause I don't remember living life before this
And darling, our disease is the same one as the trees
Unaware that they've been living in a forest
You've been cheating on, cheating on me
I've been cheating on, cheating on you
You've been cheating on me
But I've been cheating through this life
And all its suffering
Oh Christ, am I good for nothing?
This life and all its suffering

 

[EmilyMiller]

Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow
Playin' a new game
Laughin' and a-runnin', hey, hey
Skippin' and a-jumpin'
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping and you
My brown-eyed girl
And you, my brown-eyed girl
And whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow?
Going down the old mine with a
Transistor radio
Standing in the sunlight laughing
Hiding 'hind a rainbow's wall
Slipping and sliding
All along the waterfall with you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing?
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da
Just like that
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da, la-tee-da
So hard to find my way
Now that I'm all on my own
I saw you just the other day
My, how you have grown
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing?
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da

 

[Misshotndeep]

well that’s annoying as fuck….

 

[tenyari]

To the folks who think some things being taboo just makes them more erotic:

The line 'jacked' was originally a different word, changed after an argument with his label's producer who noted that the song would be banned if he kept the original word:

 

[MetaBob]

Sweetheart of the Rodeo - The Byrds

My own mix, compiled from The Legacy Edition, mostly restoring Gram's vocals over Roger's.

Jeex, listen to Jim/Roger trying to fake his way through The Christian Life. He had no effing idea. Gram did despite all his manifest flaws, and his vocals showed it despite their inherently quavery nature.

My favorite track? The instrumental version of Kevin Kelley's (of all people) All I Have Are Memories, which is all about my all-time favorite guitarist Clarence White's back-and-forth with legendary Steel player Lloyd Green:

 

[Handley_Page]

 

[MetaBob]

Pete Townshend, including one cover:

 

[SeraphNocturne]

I remember the first time I heard this piece by Chopin. I had long had an interest in music, I began with the flute in secondary school. I did well, and learned to read music, but largely played by ear which was quite annoying to my band teacher. When I began with piano, I could play Mozart, and Haydn, and Beethoven, yes... but I never really felt what I was playing, not so much as letting my fingers move over keys in the most technical way possible. It sounded nice. But it had no heart.

When I heard this piece, I think that was the first time I was honestly moved by classical music. This was well before I could print sheet music out, but enamored with the rendition, I stayed up the entire night and learned to play this piece entirely by ear. Needless to say, my instructor was quite impressed.

 

[shakna]

Holy hell. Ballet, with a prosthetic leg!

 

[gunhilltrain]

Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow
Playin' a new game
Laughin' and a-runnin', hey, hey
Skippin' and a-jumpin'
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping and you
My brown-eyed girl
And you, my brown-eyed girl
And whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow?
Going down the old mine with a
Transistor radio
Standing in the sunlight laughing
Hiding 'hind a rainbow's wall
Slipping and sliding
All along the waterfall with you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing?
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da
Just like that
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da, la-tee-da
So hard to find my way
Now that I'm all on my own
I saw you just the other day
My, how you have grown
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing?
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da
Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da

Emily, would you please tell this geezer that that is?

 

[gunhilltrain]

Pete Townshend, including one cover:

Eminence Front may be one of their underrated songs. Or maybe I should say lesser known?

 

[gunhilltrain]

To the folks who think some things being taboo just makes them more erotic:

The line 'jacked' was originally a different word, changed after an argument with his label's producer who noted that the song would be banned if he kept the original word:

I had Aerosmith in one of my stories - the early "Dream On." Probably that was because I used to hear it in 1975 when drinking with my girlfriend in some Greenwich Village (it's "NoHo" now) restaurant/bar

 

[gunhilltrain]

Sounds upbeat but it's rather downbeat. Also, it seems like Bluegrass but it's really "Red Dirt" as it's called in Texas and Oklahoma.

"She was barely out of high school wantin' bad to feel alive." Her boyfriend behind the wheel foolishly tries to give her what she wants, and winds up killing both of them.

"When they hit the railroad crossin' they were five feet off the ground
Just a screamin' through the midnight
'Till they came down again.
Well the front tire hit a bar-ditch they went end over end."

 

[gunhilltrain]

! don't remember Joe South per se, but I do remember that song.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Oh yeah, we just talked about him and his recent passing. Doesn't seem like the usual topic for a song (at least nowadays) but he did what he pleased and did it well. I noted his grasp of time: from pre-history ("before the white man and before the wheel"), to the people planning and paying for the projects, to those actually doing the work, to the end, where for both better and worse, it's done. ("The song of the future has been sung; all the battles have been won.")

 

[gunhilltrain]

"Shiny happy" people holding hands.

A great song, and so ironic.

 

[gunhilltrain]

Pete Townshend, including one cover:

White City was the name of the neighborhood or housing estate or whatever in London where he grew up. I know the song "Give Blood" but I haven't heard the whole album yet

 

[gunhilltrain]

A couple Woody Guthrie covers, by a Canadian band that "gets" Woody better than any other, IMO. The band is OX. Many others have covered these songs, especially Deportee, but none so well, I think. It rips my guts out every time I hear these, which are both based on horrific true events:

Woody's 1913 original:

Anyone who dislikes bluegrass, especially non-trad, should stop reading now.

To get myself back to (relative) sanity on this plagued plane after doing my best to re-emplace my recently-ripped-out guts, here's some way-ahead-of-its-time electric bluegrass supergroup love from a band formed by my favorite guitarist ... ever (yes, I love Jimi, Duane, and Albert King too, but "favorite" is ... subjective):

Clarence was killed by a drunk driver a few months later, to the world's everlasting loss, but before he went, and before he/they recorded his electrified Mule Skinner Blues, they appeared on live TV in a performance that resulted in his band's one and only studio album before Clarence passed:

I love the "I heard that" look Clarence slips Peter Rowan (3:47) after Peter muffed the lyrics to Dark Hollow, and the admonished smile Peter gives back.

I wasn't familiar with any of this before, but Guthrie's song was based on a real event.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_Hall_disaster

 

[gunhilltrain]

This really happened to me once at a Jersey City Dunkin' Donuts. I blame my ex-wife, who was supposed to meet me at a nearby transit station but she was over an hour late. (No cellphones back then.) Well, I was foolish too. Then we had to retrieve it from this garage where the staff looked like off-duty members of the Irish Republican Army. No point in arguing with them that I had indeed bought a couple of doughnuts there.

 

[MetaBob]

I wasn't familiar with any of this before, but Guthrie's song was based on a real event.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_Hall_disaster

Yes, as I mentioned, BOTH Woody Guthrie songs I cited were based on real events. Here's the other: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deportee_(Plane_Wreck_at_Los_Gatos)

 

[SeraphNocturne]

I had Aerosmith in one of my stories - the early "Dream On." Probably that was because I used to hear it in 1975 when drinking with my girlfriend in some Greenwich Village (it's "NoHo" now) restaurant/bar

Aerosmith was my first live show as an adult... I was so highly impressed that Steven Tyler could still reach the highs in Dream On at nearly seventy. Fantastic show.