:love:

You ain't got
no kind of
feeling
inside
I got something that'll
sho nuff set yo'
stuff on
fire
You refuse
to put anything before your
pride
What I
got
will
knock
all your
pride
aside
...

Got no time
is what
you're known to
say
I'll make you wish
there was 48 hours
to each
day
Your problem is
you ain't
been loved
like you should
What I got
to give
will sho nuff do you good
...

You ain't got no
kind of feeling
inside
I got something that'll
sho nuff set yo' stuff on
fire
You refuse to put
anything
before your pride
What I got
will knock
all
your pride aside

"Tell Me Something Good" (4:30)
Rags to Rufus, 1974
written by Stevie Wonder (& Chaka Khan)
performed by Rufus & Chaka Khan

*


:yum:

I can see her lying back
in her satin dress
In a room where you do
what you don't confess
...

She's been looking like a queen
in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say
what she really means

Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feeling better
when I'm feeling no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feeling better
when I'm feeling no pain

I can picture every move
that a man could make
Getting lost in her loving
is your first mistake
...

Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winning
when I'm losing again

I can see her looking fast
in her faded jeans
She's a hard loving woman,
got me feeling mean

Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feeling better
when I'm feeling no pain
...

Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winning
when I'm losing again

"Sundown" (3:34)
Sundown, 1974
Gordon Lightfoot

*


:fire:

My friends
feel it's their appointed duty
They keep trying to tell me
All you want to do is use me
But my answer, yeah
to all that use me stuff
I want to spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
You just keep on using me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up

My brother
sit me right down and he talked to me
And he told me
that I ought not to let you just walk on me
And I'm sure he meant well
Yeah, but when our talk was through
I said, brother,
if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep on using me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up

Sometimes,
it's true
You really do abuse me
You get me in a crowd of high-class people
And then you act real rude to me
But, oh baby,
baby,
baby,
baby,
When you love me,
I can't get enough
I want to spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
Girl, you just keep on using me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up

Talkin' 'bout you usin' people
It all depends on what you do
It ain't too bad the way you're usin' me
'Cause I sure am usin' you
to do the things you do'
to do the things you do

"Use Me" (3:45)
Still Bill, 1972
Bill Withers

"Birdland" by Patti Smitih

His father died and left him a little farm in New England.
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standing there alone
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night.
It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars
'Cause when he looked up they started to slip.
Then he put his head in the crux of his arm
And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship,
Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it
And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light,
He saw his daddy 'hind the control board,
And he was very different tonight
'Cause he was not human, he was not human.

And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy
That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns,
White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly
And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight,
No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven
And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out,
“No, daddy, don't leave me here alone,
Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship,
Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it
Where you're not human, you are not human.”

But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm.
Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm
And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered
And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet
Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting
And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake
Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck,
All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said,
“I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up,
I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast,
Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship
And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human.”

I am helium raven and this movie is mine,
So he cried out as he stretched the sky,
Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation?
We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day
And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in,
Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now,
It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights
Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them,
And he put up his hands and he said, “It's me, it's me,
I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up,
I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up,
Don't let me here,” the son, the sign, the cross,
Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman,
The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons
No longer presidents but prophets
They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet,
He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation
It's all gonna split his skull
It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining
Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up
Like light, like Mohammed Boxer
Take them up up up up up up
Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up,
I'm going up, I'm going up
Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there
Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up
Up, up to the belly of a ship.
Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it
Where we are not human, we're not human.

Well, there was sand, there were tiles,
The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated
Like a river of glass
When it hardened he looked at the surface
He saw his face
And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals,
Where there were eyes there were just two white opals
And he looked up and the rays shot
And he saw raven comin' in
And he crawled on his back and he went up
Up up up up up up
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
Sha da do wop, da shaman do way,
We like birdland.

Where's the love song
To set us free?
Too many people down
Everything turning
The wrong way around

And I don't know
What love will be
But if we start dreaming now
Lord knows we'll never
Leave the clouds

And you've been so busy lately
That you haven't found the time
To open up your mind
And watch the world spinning
Gently out of time

Feel the sunshine
On your face
It's in a computer now
Gone to the future
Way out in space

And you've been so busy lately, etc...

Tell me I'm not dreaming but are we out of time?
(We're) out of time

Hard to come after Patti.

Hard to come after Patti. — Olivier5

https://youtu.be/HTxUrDtoPP0

Born with the moon in Cancer
Choose her a name she will answer to
Call her green and the winters cannot fade her
Call her green for the children who've made her
Little green, be a gypsy dancer

He went to California
Hearing that everything's warmer there
So you write him a letter and say, "Her eyes are blue"
He sends you a poem and she's lost to you
Little green, he's a non-conformer

Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow

Child with a child pretending
Weary of lies you are sending home
So you sign all the papers in the family name
You're sad and you're sorry but you're not ashamed
Little green, have a happy ending

Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow

"Little Green" (3:28)
Blue, 1971
Joni Mitchell

Thanks :-)

I remember we had plans for the Earth
For people as well as nature
Break down the barriers, the walls
Old parapets from the time of Arthur

Behold
Imagine our hope
We surendered our hearts
To the power of flowers
Jasmine, lilac...
Those were our divisions, our soldiers
To change all that
To change the world
To change things
With bouquets of roses
To change women
To change men
With geraniums

I remember we had songs, lyrics
Like petals and corollas
That the dreamy little girl would listen to
Like crazy on the record player

O the frangance...
Imagine the scent
Eden, the garden
Was for tomorrow
But tomorrow is just the same
The same desire watching
There deep in our hearts
To change everything in a sweet way
To change souls
To change hearts
With bouquets of flowers
War to the wind
And love ahead
Thanks to wildflowers

Ah, on earth there is so much to do
For children, people, elephants
Ah, so much to do
So to strengthen you heart
I send you flowers
You will see
We shall again wear scarves, shirts
And bright colors
And even though love is gone
It is only a postponement

By way of colors
Chords, scents
To change the old world
To make a garden
You will see
The power of flowers
There's this pop idea in my song:
To change souls
To change hearts
With bouquets of flowers
War to the wind
And love ahead
Thanks to wildflowers !


Changer les âmes
Changer les cœurs
Avec des bouquets de fleurs
La guerre au vent
L'amour devant
Grâce à des fleurs des champs

Del cielo cae agua
Lluvia poderosa
Lávame la mente con agua fria
Y saca la pena de mi memoria

Llévame hacia el rio
Sácame toda la ansiedad
No me dejes sola quiero más agua
Y saca la pena de mi memoria

Del cielo cae agua
Lluvia poderosa

...The songs without an ending
Where do they go?
Silence
Who can know?

Beautiful. Hypnotic. Soothing.

I have no idea what the words mean.
Sometimes you don't need to...

Water falls from the sky
Powerful rain
Wash my mind with cold water
And take the pain out of my memory

Take me down to the river
Take away all the anxiety
Don't leave me alone I want more water
And take the pain out of my memory

Water falls from the sky
Powerfull rain

Take me down to the river
Take away all the anxiety — Olivier5

Listening to the song had that effect. Thanks :sparkle:

On the same theme:


It rains, hear how it raining
Madonna! How it rains
Feel how it's coming down

Did you see that it's raining?
Hear how it comes down
You who said it wasn't raining anymore
That you would never fall in love again
And now look at you, you're all wet
And it rains
Madonna! how as it rains
On your head and the air gets cooler
And it will rain until the earth is full again
And then it will clear up

It rains, hear how it's raining etc.

Hear the drops hitting on the roof
Hear the noise, turning in your bed
It will start again, it's already reborn
You hear it rains, and the wheat ripens
And you will get big and you will get strong
And those leaves that seemed dead to you
They will repopulate your branches once more
It is spring that knocks on your door

And it rains. Madonna how as it rains
Before the sun comes back for the party
Hear, feel how it rains
Feel the drops beating on your head
And it rains, feel how it rains etc.

You who believed that now your plants
Had dried up and would not grow any more
You waited for a while, but feel how it rains now
On your head, feel how it's coming down
Wasn't it you who had resigned yourself by now
And said you would never fall in love again?
The earth sometimes needs to be watered with tears
But then you will see, the rain will return

Oh, it rains, feel how it rains
Madonna how it rains
Feel how it comes down etc.

Another hypnotic.
How come it sounds so much better in Italian ?
Come mai suona molto meglio in italiano ?

'piove senti come piove madonna come piove senti come viene giù'

Piove. Ma non oggi. Per fortuna.
Domani è un altro giorno...

because it's written in Italian.

because it's written in Italian. — Olivier5

Ah, naturalmente - the language of music; the words sing :cool:

'Non e' detto' - Laura Paucini

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1Ec26-h0Tk

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/non-%C3%A8-detto-not-necessarily.html

'Rainy Night in Georgia' - Brook Benton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDRbF80NKDU

Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place
To spend the night
Heavy rain fallin'
Seems I hear your voice callin'
It's all right

A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

Neon signs a-flashin'
Taxicabs and buses
Passin' through the night
A distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night

A rainy night in Georgia
Such a rainy night in Georgia
Lord I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

How many times I wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it or think of it
Well it's life, and you just got to play the game

I find me a place in a boxcar
So I take my guitar
To pass some time
Late at night when it's hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
And I feel fine, I

But it's a rainy night in Georgia
Baby, it's a rainy night in Georgia
I feel it's rainin' all over the world
Kinda lonely there and it's rainin' all over the world

Oh have you ever been lonely people
And you feel that it was raining all over this man's world
You talkin' 'bout rainin',rainnin', rainin', rainin', rainin'
A-rainin', a-rainin', rainin' over the world
I said now rainin',rainnin', rainin', rainin', rainin'

Songwriters: White Tony Joe
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch

Thanks! I've only ever listened to Ray Charles' version.

I've only ever listened to Ray Charles' version. — 180 Proof

Yeah, that's not bad either :wink:
So many cover versions of this, but when I found Brook Benton's I thought it sounded 'real'.
A bit about the songwriter, Tony Joe White:

When I got out of high school I went to Marietta, Georgia, I had a sister living there. I went down there to get a job and I was playing guitar too at the house and stuff. I drove a dump truck for the highway department and when it would rain you didn't have to go to work. You could stay home and play your guitar and hangout all night. So those thoughts came back to me when I moved on to Texas about three months later. I heard "Ode to Billie Joe" on the radio and I thought, man, how real, because I am Billie Joe, I know that life. I've been in the cotton fields.

So I thought if I ever tried to write, I'm going to write about something I know about. At that time I was doing a lot of Elvis and John Lee Hooker onstage with my drummer. No original songs and I hadn't really thought about it. But after I heard Bobbie Gentry I sat down and thought ...

well I know about Polk because I had ate a bunch of it and I knew about rainy nights because I spent a lot of rainy nights in Marietta, Georgia. So I was real lucky with my first tries to write something that was not only real and hit pretty close to the bone, but lasted that long. So it was kind of a guide for me then on through life to always try to write what I know about.[2] — wiki

[emphases added]

Hadn't a clue what 'Polk' was - but now I do.
Turns out I knew the song but Elvis was...erm... distracting so the lyrics went over my head :scream:
'Polk Salad Annie' - written by Tony Joe White, performed by Elvis (live)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4csFnpZXek

Compare songwriter's version:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JyXHxh3Sye0

And performing his own 'Rainy Night In Georgia' with intro, mentioning Brook Benton.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MunWJu1f1-8
Now this...is real...from the heart... with guitar and harmonica...
:sparkle:

:cool: (Btw, born & raise in NYC, I've lived in Atlanta on & off over nine years ... though for not much longer, I hope, coronavirus permitting.)

The rain does some tap dance
On the sidewalk at midnight
Sometimes I just stop there
I admire her, I applaud
I follow her hat slap
Her vertical tailcoat
Her mother-of-pearl smile
Her tiny crystal shoes

As sweet as Marlene,
As cruel as Dietrich,
She pierces through my stockings
Whether I'm rich or not rich
But when I have had enough
She wipes up my downsides
And kisses me, in the puddle,
With a sun upside down

With her I embark
On a river of diamonds
I roam in the cesspools
Where she wastes her silver
I follow her on the window
Of a sleeping poet,
His forehead on the title
Of the enemy poem

By dint of swipes,
From one feast to the next
I float in the water, aplenty
The rain loses all its juice
Let's us part I say, it's time
And here is my islet
Hey, why are you crying?
'Cause I love you, asshole / dirty water (pun)

The Sun
'Sunshine on My Shoulders' - John Denver ( Wildlife Concert)
'Sunshine almost always makes me smile...'
And that sax :cool:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5sbTHMP0Ig
Lyrics and background:
https://genius.com/John-denver-sunshine-on-my-shoulders-lyrics

OMG, Youtube just kept on playing and I kept on listening and remembering:
'Annie's Song'...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyJRsp5t9mA

Lyrics

You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again

Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you
Come love me again

You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

Songwriters: Denver John, Deutschendorf Jr Henry John
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch

born & raise in NYC, I've lived in Atlanta on & off over nine years ... though for not much longer, I hope, coronavirus permitting.) — 180 Proof

Returning to roots? Further away? Foreign parts ?

Portland, Oregon. The move was planned for last year but the pandemic had other plans. Now my finances need time to recover. Family relocated out there in 2019 from Arizona and I miss them (and some semblance of progressive, Canada-like, civilization ... which has long ago gone missing in my native NYC or much of New England.)

The move was planned for last year but the pandemic had other plans. — 180 Proof

:sad:
There has to be a song there somewhere...

:sad:
There has to be a song there somewhere... — Amity

Yeah, after a year of quarantine, police killings, political drama, mass shooting and now 'new jim crow' voter suppression, I'm feeling mentally as well as existentially dispossessed here in Atlanta. Everyday feels like an out-of-body experience of longing to be on the other side of the Cascades starting over (again). It won't be paradise, of course, just the ample breathing space of the Pacific Northwest coastline. Here's something on this blue monday of how my days have felt lately (for too long) ...

Yeah! Oh, yeah! Now!
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow, too;
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow, too. Yeah!

I'm saying: talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
talkin' blues (talkin' blues);
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
Your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)

Yeah, I've been down on the rock for so long,
I seem to wear a permanent screw;
I've been down on the rock for so long,
I seem to wear a permanent screw.
But-a I - I'm gonna
stare
in the sun,
Let the rays
shine
in my eyes.
I - I'm a gonna take
a just-a one step more
'Cause I feel like bombin' a church -
Now - now that you know
that the preacher is lyin'.
So who's gonna stay at home
When - when the freedom fighters
are fighting?

Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes, woe-oh-oh-oh!
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
keep on talkin' blues (talkin' blues);
They say - you hear what they say -
Didn't you hear?

Cold ground was my bed,
Rockstone
rockstone
rockstone was my pillow;
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night),
And rock was my pillow, too.

Sayin': (talkin' blues, talkin' blues):
I seem to wear a permanent (screw)
permanent screw
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
Feet is just too big for your shoes.

"Talkin' Blues" (4:06)
Natty Dread, 1974
Bob Marley and the Wailers

I'm feeling mentally as well as existentially dispossessed here in Atlanta. Everyday feels like an out-of-body experience of longing to be on the other side of the Cascades starting over (again) — 180 Proof

I - I'm a gonna take
a just-a one step more
'Cause I feel like bombin' a church -

I have been watching what has been going with horror but actually to experience it...that is something else altogether. I hope you manage to relocate as soon as you can. It sounds like a place where you can breathe, again...
Bob Marley - good choice.
More upbeat:

'Three Little Birds'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LanCLS_hIo4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNBCVM4KbUM

'Is this Love'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69RdQFDuYPI

I wanna love you
And treat you right
I wanna love you
Every day and every night

We'll be together
With a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter
Of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah
For Jah provide the bread

Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'?

I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know now
I got to know, got to know, got to know now
I-I-I-I-I, I'm willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table

I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat
Love and treat you right
I wanna love you
Every day and every night

We'll be together, yeah
With a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter, yeah, oh, yeah
Of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah
For Jah provide the bread

Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'? Whoa

Oh, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know now
Oh, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know now

I-I-I-I-I, I'm willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
See, I wanna love you
I wanna love and treat ya
Love and treat ya right

I wanna love you
Every day and every night
We'll be together
With a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter
Of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah
Jah provide the bread
We'll share the shelter...

Songwriters: Marley Bob
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch

Missed this. Will listen to the others later but your link to Gordon Lightfoot...well...I'll play it again..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=JKYRjNAakVc
:cool:

Nice♡ Mi irie now ...

Everyting is irie mon :cool:

( hope I got the accent right :smile: )