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    Now playing from 23rd Oct 2006

    in Someone Else's Song

    Posted

    Neil Young - Citizen Kane Jr Blues

    The Bottom Line, NYC - 16 May 1974

     

    1. Pushed It Over The End

    2. Long May You Run

    3. Greensleeves

    4. Ambulance Blues

    5. Helpless

    6. Revolution Blues

    7. On The Beach

    8. Roll Another Number

    9. Motion Pictures

    10. Pardon My Heart

    11. Dance, Dance, Dance

     

    12. For The Turnstiles

     

    13. Flying On The Ground Is Wrong

    Cocker, Cave, Morley, Orton, O'Hara, Hegarty have a chat

    in Someone Else's Song

    Posted

    It's just an act of survival. To go in there and have that feeling, which is incredibly addictive and doesn't really go away. Whether it's with lyrics or whether it's with the music itself where you feel something happen, some change of body chemistry that happens when you actually make music and a few musicians actually play something together and it's like, 'Shit, that's really good' and you get lost in the moment and everything else is just unimportant. And for me that is what music is for ...

     

    Probably one of the most beautiful and succinct descriptions on the act of making music I've ever read.

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    in Someone Else's Song

    Posted

    There's a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor,

    He thinks he's Hank Williams; hear him singing through the door.

    There's a girl in 203, who stops by to visit me,

    And she talks about her songs and the star that she should be.

    There are lots of special people staying in or passing through:

    And for one thing or another, committed to Parkview.

     

    There's a girl in 307, coming down on Thorazine.

    And a superstar's ex-drummer trying to kick Benzedrine.

    There's a boy just down below me, who's the son of some well-known:

    He was brought in by his mother, 'cos his daddy's always gone.

    There's a bum from down on Broadway and then a few quite well-to-do's:

    Who have withdrawn from the rat race and committed to Parkview.

     

    There's a girl who cries above me, loud enough to wake the dead.

    They don't know what she has taken that has scrambled up her head.

    There's a writer and a singer who has tried and tried and tried:

    They just brought him in this morning, an attempted suicide.

    There are those that never made it, those that did but now are through:

    Some came of their own good choosing: some committed to Parkview.

     

    They wake us about 6:30, just before the morning meal.

    While they're taking blood pressure, they ask us how we feel.

    And I always say: "Fantastic! There ain't nothing wrong with me."

    And then they give me my injection and I go right back to sleep.

    And my days are kind of foggy and my nights are dreamy too:

    But they're taking good care of me: committed to Parkview.

    Joanna Newsom interview

    in Someone Else's Song

    Posted

    Thanks for the post, Andrew.

     

    As for the second post...I don't know what your intended tone was but the result is pretty clear. Surely the moment you refer to someone as a "cunt" (and I'm assuming it's simply because you don't like her music) is when you and your comments lose all credibility.

    Anyone seen Jolie Holland recently?

    in Someone Else's Song

    Posted

    She played here in Sydney some months back and it was a wonderful show. As soon as she walked on stage my friend commented that she had lost weight. I couldn't really tell. I thought she was looking good and seemed to be in a bit of a playful mood with the audience. She was brilliant and her band was absolutely phenomenal.

     

    Here's a more recent clip:

     

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    in Someone Else's Song

    Posted

    Dear landlord,

    Please don't put a price on my soul.

    My burden is heavy,

    My dreams are beyond control.

    When that steamboat whistle blows,

    I'm gonna give you all I got to give,

    And I do hope you receive it well,

    Dependin' on the way you feel that you live.

     

    Dear landlord,

    Please heed these words that I speak.

    I know you've suffered much,

    But in this you are not so unique.

    All of us, at times, we might work too hard

    To have it too fast and too much,

    And anyone can fill his life up

    With things he can see but he just cannot touch.

     

    Dear landlord,

    Please don't dismiss my case.

    I'm not about to argue,

    I'm not about to move to no other place.

    Now, each of us has his own special gift

    And you know this was meant to be true,

    And if you don't underestimate me,

    I won't underestimate you.

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