Originally posted by sonhouse"The landscape of his poetry was still the desert..."
Sometimes songs get stuck in my head and they get retreaded every 2 minutes for hours and I was struck by the sheer poetry of this song,
"The sparkling sands of her diamond deserts' Does that not speak of great poetry?
-Salman Rushdie
"Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you."
Bob Dylan. ๐
At times I'm hooked on Dylan's songs.
Originally posted by Pawn QweenSure, no doubt Robert Zimmerman is a great poet, but I was talking about Woodie.
"Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memo ...[text shortened]... ng I'll come followin' you."
Bob Dylan. ๐
At times I'm hooked on Dylan's songs.
Originally posted by sonhouseZimmerman, in the process of becoming Dylan, sought and received the spiritual blessings of Woody. Without Guthrie, there's no Dylan.
Sure, no doubt Robert Zimmerman is a great poet, but I was talking about Woodie.
In a sense Dylan, rather than Arlo, was Woody's true son.
Originally posted by uzlessAnd written by Malvena Reynolds, a fiesty old lady, dead these many years now. Little boxes on the hillside little boxes made of ticky tacky, little boxes little boxes and they all look just the same, and there's green ones and blue ones....
check out "Little Boxes" as sung by Pete Seeger.
So do you know where she was talking about?
I saw her live once at McCabes Guitar Shop in Santa Monica. My band Southwind played there several times also, nice gig.
Originally posted by sonhouseIt's a good line.
Sometimes songs get stuck in my head and they get retreaded every 2 minutes for hours and I was struck by the sheer poetry of this song,
"The sparkling sands of her diamond deserts' Does that not speak of great poetry?
How'd you like "Take a whiff on me"?
Originally posted by sonhouseI don't know exactly where she was talking about but I'd assume it was some kind of early californian suburbia.
And written by Malvena Reynolds, a fiesty old lady, dead these many years now. Little boxes on the hillside little boxes made of ticky tacky, little boxes little boxes and they all look just the same, and there's green ones and blue ones....
So do you know where she was talking about?
I saw her live once at McCabes Guitar Shop in Santa Monica. My band Southwind played there several times also, nice gig.
It's one of the best sendups on conformity i've ever heard in a song.
Originally posted by uzlessThe place was South San Fransisco. If you look at pictures of the area you see thousands of houses exactly alike except for the color of the roof's. Looks like a stack of hotels from Monopoly.
I don't know exactly where she was talking about but I'd assume it was some kind of early californian suburbia.
It's one of the best sendups on conformity i've ever heard in a song.
Originally posted by Bosse de NageTake a whiff take a whiff take a whiff on me hey buddy don't you see, hey buddy, buddy take a whiff on me.
It's a good line.
How'd you like "Take a whiff on me"?
He was a naughty boy wasn't he๐
Here is a rare copy of a video clip of him from 1945, one of only two:
Originally posted by sonhouseAdd a a bunch of Targets, Wall Marts, fat people and fast food restaurants, and you've got a pretty accurate picture of current conditions. It's basically B.F. Skinner, but on a much larger scale.
The place was South San Fransisco. If you look at pictures of the area you see thousands of houses exactly alike except for the color of the roof's. Looks like a stack of hotels from Monopoly.