I'm taking a brief hiatus from this underloved blog to serve this overloved blog. In that vein, here's a song by a band as famous for being on hiatus as off it (and no, I'm not talking about The Eagles, lest you think I've lost my mind/taste):
Fleetwood Mac - Oh Well
This tune is from the early, Peter Green years. Light on the pop, heavy on the guitar virtuosity. Enjoy for 11 more days!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Inner City Blues
Rodriguez - Inner City Blues
Going down a dirty inner city side road
I plotted
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
I nodded
Looked up as the sky began to cry
She shot it.
Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn
A cold fact
Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag
Won't go back
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear.
Mama, Papa, stop
Treasure what you got
Soon you may be caught
Without it
The curfew's set for eight
Will it ever all be straight
I doubt it.
7 jealous fools playing by her rules
Can't believe her
He feels so in between, can't break the scene
It would grieve her
And that's the reason why he must cry
He'll never leave her.
Crooked children, yellow chalk
writing on the concrete walk
Their King died
Drinking from a Judas cup,
looking down but seeing up
Sweet red wine
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
And now you hear the music
but the words don't sound too clear.
Mama, Papa, stop
Treasure what you got
Soon you may be caught
Without it
The curfew's set for eight
Will it ever all be straight
I doubt it.
Going down a dusty, Georgian side road
I wonder
The wind splashed in my face
can smell a trace
Of thunder.
Going down a dirty inner city side road
I plotted
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
I nodded
Looked up as the sky began to cry
She shot it.
Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn
A cold fact
Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag
Won't go back
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear.
Mama, Papa, stop
Treasure what you got
Soon you may be caught
Without it
The curfew's set for eight
Will it ever all be straight
I doubt it.
7 jealous fools playing by her rules
Can't believe her
He feels so in between, can't break the scene
It would grieve her
And that's the reason why he must cry
He'll never leave her.
Crooked children, yellow chalk
writing on the concrete walk
Their King died
Drinking from a Judas cup,
looking down but seeing up
Sweet red wine
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
And now you hear the music
but the words don't sound too clear.
Mama, Papa, stop
Treasure what you got
Soon you may be caught
Without it
The curfew's set for eight
Will it ever all be straight
I doubt it.
Going down a dusty, Georgian side road
I wonder
The wind splashed in my face
can smell a trace
Of thunder.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Hold on, I'm comin'
Eric Clapton and BB King's brilliant cover of the Sam and Dave classic. I can't believe this song wasn't on the blog yet (for obvious reasons)!
BB King & Eric Clapton - Hold On, I'm Comin'
BB King & Eric Clapton - Hold On, I'm Comin'
Monday, February 1, 2010
Get on that ship and sail back to me
I heard a song on the radio the other day by Serena Ryder, the CBC's newest darling songstress. It was good -- raw, dyspeptic, vaguely sapphic -- but mainly it reminded me of a song somewhere in my iTunes collection. A few hours later, it hit me:
Little Birdy - Brother
Little Birdy - Brother
Baby, mellow my mind
An all-time favourite. Seriously, top... Oh I don't know, just so good. Best off-key song ever. So much realness.
Neil Young - Mellow My Mind
Neil Young - Mellow My Mind
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