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Monday, August 15, 2016

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #405 - Musical Monday for 1608.15


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #405 - Musical Monday for 1608.15

Hi Mom,

I keep scrambling to stay current and manage to often fall a day behind. I am writing from Tuesday and so can speak with authority that Monday August 15th was weird and not as productive as I wanted it to be. Sometimes a day of total rest, like the one I took Sunday, can make getting the momentum of work back the next day all that much harder. Plus, I decided to write some original content for Sunday's post and that was about all the time I had for myself along with work, walking the dog, chores, phone calls, and emails.

So, here we are at another Musical Monday. I think this is a great selection for today. The core of today's post is a set of songs from a work break when I cranked up the stereo and did some singing and dancing to blow off steam. "Thunder Road" is one of the greatest songs in modern music if only for its lyrical content, which is one of our greatest modern American poems. But the music is tight, too. I share two versions: a slower one by Mary Lou Lord and a live version from 1978. There's also a link to a live 1985 performance because the embed function is disabled for that one.

I share lyrics for three songs today. Along with the masterpiece that is "Thunder Road," two lesser known but excellent songs: "Young Mountain" written by Tim  Finn and Mitchel Froom and "Prairie Rose" by Roxy Music. "Prairie Rose" has always been my go-to song for when I make requests to radio stations or other people. It's also a great test of the stereo, as it's LOUD.

I trimmed to keep this post short. I already have next week's filled as a result. I was playing Kraftwerk on the stereo today, but I won't add that to this post. Maybe a future one will get some "Autobahn" and "Radioactivity." The last song was shared with me by my KUDL co-captain Cale Simanskey, who named out team Christopher Ewoken, for the Star Wars reference and for Christopher Walken, whom he impersonates expertly. This was a good pick in response to my fired up Twitter message on Saturday before the start of the tournament.

And so, ...

FAT BOY SLIM  - "WEAPON OF CHOICE"



"YOUNG MOUNTAIN" by Tim Finn





"YOUNG MOUNTAIN" by Tim Finn and Mitchel Froom

I grew up, not looking down
The shadow of a mountain fell upon my town
A blueness in the distance
Living in my memory

Now I climb the creaking stairs
And walk upon a vanishing floor to get nowhere
A little Mussolini screaming in my mind

History will tell you lies
History will tell you lies
Your dream is buried by the dust of ages

Time to sing a travel song
For all the days that come and go
As we move on

Erotic summer heat wave burring in my memory
Travel over hills and plains
See the hidden valley's golden grass aflame
A mother tongue that licks away your secret fear

History will disappear
History will disappear
Your dream is buried by the dust of ages

Quite a load to carry
Everything that we have done
Searching my horizon for a glimpse of the millennium

Hasn't been so very long
We haven't even half begun
To peter out

A version of the future
Living in my mind
Leaving it all behind

It hasn't all been done
History will tell you lies
All who fall shall cry

Your dream is buried by the dust of ages
On the Young Mountain all four winds flow
From the Young Mountain wild rivers flow
History will disappear

On the Young Mountain, a path unwinds
On the Young Mountain, who falls shall climb
Climb the Young Mountain
Cross the first river, swim the new sea

On the Young Mountain, all four winds will blow
Leaving it all behind
From the Young Mountain, wild rivers flow
History will tell you lies

On the Young Mountain, who falls shall climb
On the Young Mountain, all four winds will blow
From the Young Mountain, wild rivers flow
Songwriters: Froom, Mitchell / Finn, Tim
Young Mountain lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

"Thunder Road" - covered by Mary Lou Lord





"Thunder Road" by Springsteen

Live from 1985: "THUNDER ROAD" - DISABLED EMBED


"Thunder Road" Live from 1978, New Jersey




"Thunder Road" by Springsteen

The screen door slams
Mary' dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
Darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now ?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind so Mary climb in
It's town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win


"Prairie Rose" - Roxy Music

Live 01/31/2011 - Birmingham



"Prairie Rose" - Roxy Music

Texas That's where I
Belong
It seems to me
Texas Lonesome star
Shine on
The big country
Texas With open skies
And you
For company
Texas Oh prairie rose
How happy
I should be

Hey hey You can take it from me
Hey hey I'll be coming, you'll see
Hey hey Oh what a state to be in
Hey hey You're tantalizing me
Texas I will compose
In fancy rhyme
Or just plain prose
Texas A song of praise

To you
Prairie rose
Texas Though I'm not sure
I can explain
Your strange allure
Texas Prairie rose
A crown of thorns
A scented flower

Hey hey I'd better leave right away
Hey hey I can hear you calling me
Prairie rose

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Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Days ago = 407 days ago

- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1608.15 - 10:10

NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.
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