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March 30, 2017

Strange Fruit


Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
  
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
  
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop
  
versions by Billie Holiday & Nina Simone
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June 06, 2016

In the Shallows


Let the water rise,
Let the ground crack.
Let me fall inside,
lying on my back
lying on my back
  
Dry your smoke-stung eyes,
so you can see the light.
staring at the sky
watching stars collide
watching stars collide
  
If you leave,
When I go...
You'll find me,
in the shallows. (x2)
  
When the time comes,
on the last day...
when they start to come down,
will you just,
will you run away?
will you run away?
  
Let it all rain down,
from the blood stained clouds.
Come out, come out, to the sea my love...
and just,
drown with me...
drown with me...
  
If you leave,
When I go...
You'll find me,
in the shallows. (x2)
  
Lying on my back,
Lying on my back,
watching stars collide.
Daughter
Live at Air Studios

'In The Shallows' as performed solo by Elena Tonra from Daughter. Filmed in Redland, Bristol

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May 12, 2016

Till it's Gone


I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on, now
I'm not the shoulder for a bag. The one that carried a heavy load
I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, uh
I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on
I ain't nobodies crutch
I ain't the money man, with your money, man
You ain't looking at me
I'm not the cheap one, looking at me son
You ain't looking at free
I ain't the dish rag to come clean up all the shit that you dish out
Ain't got no check for em'
If you checking in, mothafucka, check this out
  
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some shit
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
  
I'm not the the trash can. Not the last man at the finish line, now
I'm not the new kid on the block that you can just follow and push around
I'm not the fucking needle in the hay stack that you finally found
This ain't no free rent
Come and pitch a tent, you ain't tying me down
I'm not a bus ride you can hop inside and just roll away clean
Like the wheel on the wagon you wanna break
'Cause I hold up the weight for the team
I'm not the gold watch
And the new truck that your scheming to check out
Unless your looking to check out
What a mess, now (come on)
  
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some shit
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
  
I jump to the sky for my people
I walk through the fire. I give love when it's equal
Don't tell me not to complain about my money and fame
When you come around me telling me I've changed
Damn, right I've fucking changed
When there's fucking change in my pocket hit the bucket
It was a rocking all a sudden
I went from shopping without nothing
To going shopping for my cousins
Now that the cops know that I'm buzzing,
They wanna drop me in the oven
Pull me over just to say "I'm a fan"
Hip hop, you gotta love it
  
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some shit
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh, oh
Till it's gone, oh
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
Yelawolf
Acoustic at House of Blues on YouTube
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April 28, 2016

Soldier's Song


met my enemy today
Baby sends the little one out to play
Enemy shot until my body's down
Baby rides the little one on the merry-go-round
 
By my post, I'm standin' guard
And baby hopes for roses in the front yard
I don't know my enemy's name
Baby takes the little one to the baseball game
 
I'm on this godforsaken place
Baby washes the dirt off the little one's face
Ten year olds in the killing fields
Baby's planning her weekly meals
 
Bodies in body ditch
Baby's got a supper to fix
My buddy's got a hole in his head
Baby's got the little one ready for bed
 
Today I shot my enemy
Baby gives the little one a hug for me
Both my buddies' legs got blown off
Baby tends to the little one's cough
 
I stare down the barrel of a gun
Baby's goin' out to have some fun
I hear ringin' in my ears
Baby's face is all wet with tears
 
I hear echoes of shots
Baby's only thinkin' sweet thoughts
Why in the hell did they send me here to fight?
Baby kisses my picture and turns off the light
 
I can't look my enemy in the eye
Baby tells the little one, "Daddy's gone bye-bye"
Today I took a bullet through the heart
Baby's gonna have to make a brand new start
 
I met my enemy today
Baby sends the little one out to play
Enemy shot 'til my body's down
Baby rides the little one on the merry-go-round
Lucinda Williams
Cover of Lucinda William's Soldier's Song - Sean Rowe on YouTube
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March 17, 2016

tomorrow


By tomorrow we'll be swimming with the fishes
Leave our troubles in the sand.
And when the sun comes up,
we'll be nothing but dust,
just the outlines of our hands.
  
By tomorrow we'll be lost amongst the leaves,
in a wind that chills the skeletons of trees,
and when the moon, it shines, I will leave two lines.
Just find my love, then find me.
  
But don't bring tomorrow,
'cause I already know...
... I'll lose you...
Don't bring tomorrow,
'cause I already know...
... I'll lose...
... I'll lose you...
  
By tomorrow I'll be left in the darkness,
amongst your cold sheets.
and your shoes will be gone,
and your body warmth no longer beside me.
Daughter
Live @ Air Studios on YouTube
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November 11, 2015

Soldier On


Who wants to know
 
All that is gold is rusting
No one will know
When seasons cease to change and:
How far we've gone
How far we're going
It's the here and the now
And the love for the sound
Of the moments that keep us moving
 
Waves crash along
The battered, lonely lighthouse
Tomorrow she's gone
And if not, someday somehow
Are these hands a waste
Well this side of mortality is
Scaring me to death
To death
 
Don't think about it at all
Just keep your head low
And don't think about it all
 
Soldier on, soldier on 
Keep your heart close to the ground
Soldier on, soldier on, keep your heart
Close to the ground
 
Don't think about it all
Just keep your head low
Don't think about it
At all
 
Yeah, will you take me tonight
Yeah, will you take me tonight
Yeah, will you take me tonight
Ooooh... tonight
 
Soldier on
Soldier on
Keep your heart
Close to the ground
The Temper Trap
watch on youtube

A great guitar version on youtube
Acoustic Cover by Bryony Faye

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October 30, 2015

The River


I come from down in the valley
Where, mister, when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary, we met in high school
When she was just seventeen
We'd drive out of this valley 
Down to where the fields were green
  
We'd go down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh, down to the river we'd drive
  
Then I got Mary pregnant
And man, that was all she wrote
And for my 19th birthday 
I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse
And the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle
No flowers, no wedding dress
  
That night we went down to the river
And into the river we'd drive
Oh, down to the river we did ride
  
I got a job working construction 
For the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work
On account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister, they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care
  
But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
They haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse?
  
That sends me down to the river
Though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
My baby and I 
Oh, down to the river we ride . . .
Bruce Springsteen
Watch on youtube

It would be hard to top Springsteen but here is a good cover by Sean Rowe.

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