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I can’t make up my mind which of these I like best (and I may be forgetting one or two):
Everybody’s goin’ for the money
Thinkin’ it makes the world go ’round
But this old world keeps turnin’ on and on
When you’re layin’ underneath the groundHey, they sell you on the television
They sell you on the radio
They sell you any old way that they can
And they come knockin’ on your front doorI think I will buy me a wonderful car
And a TV and a stereo
I’ll drive and watch and listen all the time
And I won’t have to think anymoreNow that we’ve got everything that we want
Let me tell you something you should know
It won’t be long until this way of life is gone
And it’s better that way don’t you knowWhy sing a song about money?
Why sing about anything at all?
Take your life in hand and steal it from The Man
Before he sends you to the wall“Everybody’s Goin For The Money”
Spider John Koerner w/ Willie Murphy & the Bumblebees – 1972From one of the most obscure records ever: Music Is Just A Bunch of Notes, recorded by the late, great Dave Ray. John, Willie and Tony Glover are still with us, still playing a bit and keeping the flame alive in their own iconic way. If you’re not up on the fringes of early 60’s American music history, Koerner, Ray & Glover broke the mold of white guys playing folk & blues by embracing – not co-opting – southern roots music. They were an inspiration to many who followed in their footsteps. Bonnie Raitt’s first album was backed up by Willie & the Bees, and she cites KR&G as a big influence. I can’t recall if Lucinda has had any connection with them, but it’s possible.
Pitter patter, silver platter
whose is the head that goes on top tonight?
I was the brass key tied to the string of the kite and your were the lightening.
If there was a rope from my head to my hands then I guess after this it would be tightening.
I feel like the Yeti who reads in the paper reports of a farcical sighting.
If barks could ever really be worse, there’d be no more biting.
Isn’t this exciting?And there is nothing strange between two strangers.
I am a mountain range and I don’t need any rangers.
And the people stay the same when the leader changes.
Lift up your hands and extend two fingers;
consider
the figure eleven.Figure 11 – Mother Hips
In the lonely night
In the blinking stardust of a pale blue light
You’re comin’ thru to me in black and white
When we were made of dreams.
………………………
On the rising curve
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,
You won’t get anything you don’t deserve
Where we were born in time.– “Born in Time” Bob Dylan
Wouldn’t mind hearing Lucinda’s version of this one…
“Playing In The Band”
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Bob WeirSome folks trust to reason
Others trust to might
I don’t trust to nothing
But I know it come out rightSay it once again now
Oh, I hope you understand
When it’s done and over
Lord, a man is just a manPlaying
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the landSome folks look for answers
Others look for fights
Some folks up in treetops
Just look to see the sightsI can tell your future
Look what’s in your hand
But I can’t stop for nothing
I’m just playing in the bandPlaying
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the landStanding on a tower
World at my command
You just keep a turning
While I’m playing in the bandIf a man among you
Got no sin upon his hand
Let him cast a stone at me
For playing in the bandPlaying
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land
Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak Daybreak on the landNot quite ready to make that jump to light speed, Steve. I thought tony was giving it some serious consideration…
Some of us turn off the lights and we live
In the moonlight shooting by
Some of us scare ourselves to death in the dark
To be where the angels flyDylan – “Red River Shore”
Boggles my mind that this song initially was a cast-off 😕
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings ‘neath the falling leaves.Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer’s eve, near the tower.
…Gentlemen, he said,
I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes,
I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
— Dylan, Changing of the GuardsI said “Bird, we just gotta tell them”
But they turn and ignore us
The only heroes we got left
Are written right before us
And the only angel who sees us now
Watches through each other’s eyes
And I can hear him
In every footstep’s passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights
Watching heartbeats go by…
And they whisper —
We belong togetherMadame Butterfly
She lulled me to sleep
In a town without pity
Where the water runs deep
She said, “Be easy, baby,
There ain’t nothin’ worth stealin’ in here”Bob Dylan, “Tight Connection to My Heart”
[from the much-maligned and under-appreciated album “Empire Burlesque”]Bankers on the brink of disaster
Jumping out of windows
They’re moving much faster
Used to be a universe master
But now they lost everything
Lost everythingGarland Jeffreys (“All Around the World”)
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