"Helpless" (3:30)
Déjà Vu, 1970
writer Neil Young
CSN&Y



"Carry On" (4:26)
Déjà Vu, 1970
writer Stephen Stills
CSN&Y

I think I've posted this before but...what the hell...

'I'll Stand By You' - Chrissie Hynde ( live at the Proms, with full orchestra and choir )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyb2RX0hii8

Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
'Cause I've seen the dark side too

When the night falls on you
Don't know what to do
Nothin' you confess, could make me love you less

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

So, if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now

Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I'm a lot like you

When you're standing at the crossroads
Don't know which path to choose
Let me come along
Even if you're wrong

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you

And when, when the night falls on you, baby
You're feelin' all alone
You won't be on your own
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Yeah

Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you

No, no, no, no, no
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you

Songwriters: Billy Steinberg, Tom Kelly, C. Hynde
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch

'Postcard from Heaven' - Lighthouse Family

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GeNG7ns-LIo

Brian Eno - An Ending (Ascent)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OlaTeXX3uH8

Carl Orff - O Fortuna ~ Carmina Burana

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXFSK0ogeg4

1. O Fortuna (Chorus) (O Fortune)
O Fortuna O Fortune,
velut luna... like the moon
statu variabilis,... you are changeable,
semper crescis... ever waxing
aut decrescis;... and waning;
vita detestabilis... hateful life
nunc obdurat... first oppresses
et tunc curat... and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem,.. as fancy takes it;...

...

Hac in hora... So at this hour
sine mora... without delay
corde pulsum tangite;... pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem... since Fate
sternit fortem,... strikes down the strong man,
mecum omnes plangite!... everyone weep with me!

This song has always hit very close to home for me, having seen my father for the last time in 1970 and then my parents divorcing in 1972 when this monster-hit was always on the radio. Perhaps, the first piece of music that ever felt addressed to me directly, and helped ease the chip off of my little shoulder back then. The still-beating heart of the soundtrack of my childhood ...


(single 6:54)

"Papa was a Rollin' Stone" (6:54, 12:05)
All Directions, 1972
writers Norman Whitfield & Barrett Strong, 1971
The Temptations


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-eKA15PGadI
(album 12:05)

This song has always hit very close to home for me, having seen my father for the last time in 1970 and then my parents divorcing in 1972 when this monster-hit was always on the radio...The still-beating heart of the soundtrack of my childhood. — 180 Proof

Talking about meaningful songs...Wow !
Strange the effect it had on you and others, given it was a 'monster-hit', and it doesn't seem to have registered at all with me. Yet, I loved the Temptations...

Intrigued by the instrumental section, I looked up wiki:

Beginning with an extended instrumental introduction (3:53 in length), each of the song's three verses is separated by extended musical passages, in which Whitfield brings various instrumental textures in and out of the mix. A solo plucked bass guitar part, backed by hi-hat cymbals drumming, establishes the musical theme, a simple three-note figure; the bass is gradually joined by other instruments, including a blues guitar, wah-wah guitar, electric piano, handclaps, strings and solo trumpet; all are tied together by the ever-present bass guitar line and repeating hi-hat rhythm. — Wiki - 'Papa Was a Rollin' Stone'

Amazing and with the lyrics, I am not surprised it really hit the mark and a very personal one at that.
Thanks for sharing, again...
:sparkle:

Follow up, to try and understand why I didn't know about 'Papa was a Rollin' Stone':

Here is a list of The Top 100 songs in 1972 as compiled by Billboard.

https://musicoutfitters.com/topsongs/1972.htm#:~:text=Top%20100%20Hits%20of%201972%2FTop%20100%20Songs%20of,So%20Fast%20-%20Wayne%20Newton%20More%20items...%20

Quite the diverse list for 1972 ! Gotta love it :cool:
At no15 - 'My ding-a-ling' - Chuck Berry :scream:

Some not 'deep' but remind me of a special time or coming to terms with emotions like:

At 25. Mouth & MacNeal - How Do You Do (2:20)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVx3exTqKG4
Popular here and on the Continent during my first holiday abroad with accompanying 'romance' :hearts:

Stupid 70s video cut it short ! Here is longer, rare version with lyrics (4:06)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0ULWNNrE6b8
Fun :starstruck:

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At 26: Neil Diamond - Song Sung Blue 1972
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNz-VLAZ144

Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one

Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again

Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow

Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, it get to feeling good
You simply got no choice

Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again

Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow

Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, it started feeling good
You simply got no choice

Song sung blue
Song sung blue

Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice

Songwriters: Neil Diamond
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch
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Others on the list are classics. I love and could play them all...forever...
Thanks be to YouTube :sparkle:

Interesting. Thanks for posting that list. I'd only become aware of a number of those songs years later as a (pre)teen when I started listening to music in earnest. "Papa was a Rollin' Stone", however, was played a lot back then in the Bronx, Brooklyn & Harlem (places where I'd had family). Many black kids in the early 70s, not just me and my brother, had 'dead beat dads' or 'absentee fathers' and were growing up in single mother homes (or raised by grandparents or in foster care). This fact of black life had made the song very topical and resonant, and even though I really wasn't "into" music yet, I couldn't ignore it lyrically or musically then (or now).

Years later, btw, when I'd gotten "into" music, I'd thought for a while that the Rolling Stones took their moniker from the Temptations song – until I realized that the band formed with that name a decade earlier – only to learn, however, that they got it from the Muddy Water's song "Manish Boy" from 1955 (same song referenced in the title of Bob Dylan's 1965 song "Like a Rolling Stone") and Muddy himself got it from that old country phrase "a rollin' stone gathers no moss".



Full circle: "Papa was a Rollin' Stone" because he was raised to be a "Manish Boy". No wonder I've gathered no moss ... :sweat:

Thanks for posting that list. I'd only become aware of a number of those songs years later as a (pre)teen when my started listening to music in earnest. — 180 Proof

My pleasure. I don't think I really appreciated the songs at that point.
I might be a little ahead of you in years but I have only just begun to really 'listen'.

"Papa was a Rollin' Stone", however, was played a lot back then in the Bronx, Brooklyn & Harlem (places where I'd had family). Many black kids in the early 70s, not just me and my brother, had 'dead beat dads' or 'absentee fathers' and were growing up in single mother homes (or raised by grandparents or in foster care). — 180 Proof

It is no wonder that it resonated so strongly with you and others.
You could write a book about it...that, and all your influences...perhaps you are ?

Brilliant 'Rolling Stones' story :cool:

Oh, you added a bit after I posted:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=i-R9qiS_n50

Full circle: "Papa was a Rollin' Stone" because he was raised to be a "Manish Boy". No wonder I've gathered no moss ... :sweat: — 180 Proof

No moss but plenty of books and albums :wink:

The musical refrain reminded me of something in a film...can't remember which one...so I looked up wiki.
Still don't know about the film but this was interesting:

"Mannish Boy" features a repeating stop-time figure on one chord throughout the song and is credited to Waters, Mel London, and Bo Diddley.[3]

Although the song contains sexual boasting, its repetition of "I'm a man, I spell M, A child, N" was understood as political. Waters had recently left the South for Chicago. "Growing up in the South, African-Americans [would] never be referred to as a man – but as 'boy'. In this context, the song [is] an assertion of black manhood."[4] — Wiki: Mannish Boy

The things you learn...

No moss but plenty of books and
albums :wink: — Amity

:up:

:hearts:

:clap:

And ... each one of us a grain of sand in the hour glass of our species ... can we replace the sands faster than Time removes them? Oblivion – the only promise that will be kept, the only true Satisfaction – in the end ...

:death: :flower:

David Crosby - 79!! - sings a new release, written by Donald Fagen. If you know who they both are, then, respect!

If I tell you
If I tell you now
Will you keep on loving me?

If I tell you
If I tell you how I feel
Will you keep bringing out the best in me?

You give me, you give me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
There's a quiet storm
And it never felt like this before
There's a quiet storm
That is you
There's a quiet storm
And it never felt this hot before

Giving me something that's taboo
Sometimes I think you're just too good for me
You give me the sweetest taboo
That's why I'm in love with you
You give me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
Sometimes I think you're just too good for me

I'd do anything for you, I'd stand out in the rain
Anything you want me to do, don't let it slip away

There's a quiet storm
And it never felt like this before
There's a quiet storm
I think it's you

There's a quiet storm
And I never felt this hot before
Giving me something that's taboo
You give me the sweetest taboo
That's why I'm in love with you

You give me, keep giving me the sweetest taboo
Too good for me
You've got the biggest heart
Sometimes I think you're just too good for me
Every day is Christmas and every night is New Year's Eve
Will you keep on loving me? (Ha, ha)
Will you keep on
Bringing out the best in me?

Always loved the Pretenders so much... :-)


When it comes to loving me
Don't stop
I know there ain't no guarantee
But don't stop
Let's keep it shaking while we can
You don't need another man
We'll be rolling with the plan
Don't stop

When it's near to closing time
Don't stop
Put your hand in mine
Don't stop
We'll dance the night away
Won't care what people say
No pause, press play
Don't stop

Don't stop dreaming
Don't stop believing
'Cause you know that our time is coming up
So with all you've got
Don't stop

There's a reason that you're here
Don't stop
You ain't got nothing to fear
So don't stop
This train has left the station
Who knows what destination
This love is for the taking
Don't stop

Don't stop dreaming
Don't stop believing
'Cause you know that our time is coming up
Let's soak up the day
And dance the night away
So with all you've got
Don't stop

More from Jonathan Batiste. This is a cover of "Blackbird".

You see, we dance
Our body, we balance
We touch each other
We kiss each other on the mouth
Even, hear
We say we love each other
But it's only some kind of cream
Some pink-colored ointment
To hide things
Little pleasures
Not to sleep alone

Can't you see we don't love each other?
We don't love each other

So there, you are all alone
Your eyes sting
You want
To speak, to tickle
But simp
You aren't here for anyone
And it's the same for everyone
Go back to your pad
Even when you meow
The world doesn’t care

Can't you see we don't love each other?
We don't love each other

Wires, wires and walls
Didn’t you seen the hard wire
Marked “private”?
Here it is our home
It’s not for you
Just for us
If it's everyone's home
Then it's a dirty mix
And that bothers us
Watch out for the others

Can't you see we don't love each other?
We don't love each other

Pan! Pan! Pan!
There is war all the time
We pretend to be civil
Then we send each other missiles
We try to smoke the peace pipe
But it's just some shoe polish
Some hair cream
To hide the dirt
And the TV zooms, zooms
On these beautiful blood-stained pictures

Can't you see we don't love each other?
We don't love each other

This is about Burundi, its beauty, but also the many hate crimes that were committed there over the years. It is hard to translate the lyrics without crying so I'm not gona try.

Gaël Faye also wrote a wonderful but harrowing book, also entitled Petit Pays, about his childhood in Burundi against the backdrop of the Tutsis genocide in neighboring Rwanda and the massacre of Hutus by Tutsis in Burundi at the very same time. They made a movie out of it. Highly recommended although you might not be the same person after you read this book, or saw this film.




Gahugu gatoyi
Gahugu kaniniya
Warapfunywe ntiwapfuye
Waragowe ntiwagoka
Gahugu gatoyi
Gahugu kaniniya

Une feuille et un stylo apaisent mes délires d'insomniaque
Loin dans mon exil, petit pays d'Afrique des Grands Lacs
Remémorer ma vie naguère avant la guerre
Trimant pour me rappeler mes sensations sans rapatriement

Petit pays je t'envoie cette carte postale
Ma rose, mon pétale, mon cristal, ma terre natale
Ça fait longtemps les jardins de bougainvilliers
Souvenirs renfermés dans la poussière d'un bouquin plié

Sous le soleil, les toits de tôles scintillent
Les paysans défrichent la terre en mettant l'feu sur des brindilles
Voyez mon existence avait bien commencé
J'aimerais recommencer depuis l'début, mais tu sais comment c'est

Et nous voilà perdus dans les rues de Saint-Denis
Avant qu'on soit séniles on ira vivre à Gisenyi
On fera trembler le sol comme les grondements de nos volcans
Alors petit pays, loin de la guerre on s'envole quand?

Petit bout d'Afrique perché en altitude
Je doute de mes amours, tu resteras ma certitude
Réputation recouverte d'un linceul
Petit pays, pendant trois mois, tout l'monde t'a laissé seul

J'avoue j'ai plaidé coupable de vous haïr
Quand tous les projecteurs étaient tournés vers le Zaïre
Il fallait reconstruire mon p'tit pays sur des ossements
Des fosses communes et puis nos cauchemars incessants

Petit pays: te faire sourire sera ma rédemption
Je t'offrirai ma vie, à commencer par cette chanson
L'écriture m'a soigné quand je partais en vrille
Seulement laisse-moi pleurer quand arrivera ce maudit mois d'avril

Tu m'as appris le pardon pour que je fasse peau neuve
Petit pays dans l'ombre le diable continue ses manœuvres
Tu veux vivre malgré les cauchemars qui te hantent
Je suis semence d'exil d'un résidu d'étoile filante

Un soir d'amertume, entre le suicide et le meurtre
J'ai gribouillé ces quelques phrases de la pointe neutre de mon feutre
J'ai passé l'âge des pamphlets quand on s'encanaille
J'connais qu'l'amour et la crainte que celui-ci s'en aille

J'ai rêvé trop longtemps de silence et d'aurore boréale
À force d'être trop sage je me suis pendu avec mon auréole
J'ai gribouillé des textes pour expliquer mes peines
Bujumbura, tu es ma luciole dans mon errance européenne

Je suis né il y'a longtemps un mois d'août
Et depuis dans ma tête c'est tous les jours la saison des doutes
Je me navre et je cherche un havre de paix
Quand l'Afrique se transforme en cadavre

Les époques ça meurt comme les amours
Man, j'ai plus sommeil et je veille comme un zamu
Laissez-moi vivre, parole de misanthrope
Citez m'en un seul, de rêve qui soit allé jusqu'au bout du sien propre

Petit pays
Quand tu pleures, je pleure
Quand tu ris, je ris
Quand tu meurs, je meurs
Quand tu vis, je vis

Petit pays, je saigne de tes blessures
Petit pays, je t'aime, ça j'en suis sûr

"My Sweet Lord"
All Things Must Pass, 1970
George Harrison



"What is Life?" (4:22)
All Things Must Pass, 1970
George Harrison



"Mawra Blues" (3:40)
Btainwashed, 2002
George Harrison

When France got confined last year, the government made a distinction between essential services and non-essential ones. Musicians were considered non-essential, and musical performances were cancelled.

This lead this guy HK to write this song. Since then, it has become a protest song about culture being an essential part of life, whatever technocrats think. It's been translated and played all over. Here is a Portuguese version, which I chose because it has English subtitles.

To my knowledge there's no English version yet... A project for ?

OTD 50 years ago ...

JDM 1943-1971

"I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now
for wasting the dawn"



"The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)" (4:12)
L.A. Woman, 1971
The Doors

My heart is sad and lonely
For you I sigh, for you dear only
Why haven't you seen it
I'm all for you body and soul

I spend my days in longing
And wondering why it's me you're ogling
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you body and soul

I can't believe it
It's hard to conceive it
That you’d turn away romance
Are you pretending
It looks like the ending
Unless I could have just one more chance to prove, dear

My life a wreck you're making
You know I'm yours for the very taking
I'd gladly surrender myself to you body and soul

Here you go, :


Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before
I fall into despair

I'll send an S.O.S to the world
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle

A year has passed
Since I wrote my note
I should have known
This right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
Or love can break your heart

I'll send an S.O.S etc.

Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone
At being alone
Hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home