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Woodie's song, This land is Your land, poetry.

Woodie's song, This land is Your land, poetry.

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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?

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Originally posted by sonhouse
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?
"The landscape of his poetry was still the desert..."
-Salman Rushdie

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"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. 🙂

At times I'm hooked on Dylan's songs.

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Originally posted by Pawn Qween
"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. 🙂

At times I'm hooked on Dylan's songs.
Sure, no doubt Robert Zimmerman is a great poet, but I was talking about Woodie.

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Originally posted by sonhouse
Sure, no doubt Robert Zimmerman is a great poet, but I was talking about Woodie.
Zimmerman, in the process of becoming Dylan, sought and received the spiritual blessings of Woody. Without Guthrie, there's no Dylan.

In a sense Dylan, rather than Arlo, was Woody's true son.

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Originally posted by sonhouse
Sure, no doubt Robert Zimmerman is a great poet, but I was talking about Woodie.
I picked up on the songs getting stuck in your head part of your post. 🙂

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Originally posted by Pawn Qween
I picked up on the songs getting stuck in your head part of your post. 🙂
Sometimes Country songs get stuck in my head. When that happens I listen to Dylan, the Dead, Woody, or something else I like. If that fails, I seek professional help from an exorcist.

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Originally posted by sonhouse
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?
check out "Little Boxes" as sung by Pete Seeger.

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Originally posted by uzless
check out "Little Boxes" as sung by Pete Seeger.
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.

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Originally posted by sonhouse
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?
It's a good line.

How'd you like "Take a whiff on me"?

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Originally posted by sonhouse
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.
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.

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Originally posted by uzless
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.
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.

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Originally posted by Bosse de Nage
It's a good line.

How'd you like "Take a whiff on me"?
Take a whiff take a whiff take a whiff on me hey buddy don't you see, hey buddy, buddy take a whiff on me.
He was a naughty boy wasn't he🙂
Here is a rare copy of a video clip of him from 1945, one of only two:

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Originally posted by sonhouse
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.
Add 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.

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Originally posted by sonhouse
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.
got a pic?