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MUSIC

Posted on 2005.07.11 at 17:46
I got a My Chemical Romance CD the other day, and I'm sorry folks - I don't like it. Sorry death_averted. Sorry nocheapthrill.

deadpromqueen has fine taste in music, though.

HOWEVER - BMG also sent me a free CD out of the blue, by someone they're promoting: Longwave. And I like it - a lot more than the Damien Rice CD they sent last time. They sound like, what, Audioslave, Postal Svc., Fixx of Seagulls, and other groups I forgot... And I KNOW nocheapthrill would like them.

Now, here are some class A songs which mainly aren't rock, but which I like...



Well - I can't find the lyrics to "I'm Gonna Leave Old Darien Town."


THE DUTCHMAN
by Michael Smith

The Dutchman's not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam that holds his dreams in.
But that's a secret that only Margaret knows.
When Amsterdam is golden in the summer,
Margaret brings him breakfast, she believes him.
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow.
He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes.
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes,
His cap and coat are patched with the love that Margaret sewed there.
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam.
He watches the tug-boats down canals
And calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain.
Till Margaret comes to take him home again
Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm,
Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.

The winters whirl the windmills 'round
She winds his muffler tighter
And they sit in the kitchen.
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew.
He sees her for a moment, calls her name,
She makes the bed up singing some old love song,
A song Margaret learned when it was very new.
He hums a line or two, they sing together in the dark.
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.

Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee.
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me.



Christmas in the Trenches
by John McCutcheon

My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear.
'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung
Our families back in England were toasting us that day
Their brave and glorious lads so far away.

I was lying with my messmate on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Says I, "Now listen up, me boys!" each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear.
"He's singing bloody well, you know!" my partner says to me
Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony
The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war
As soon as they were finished and a reverent pause was spent
"God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" struck up some lads from Kent
The next they sang was "Stille Nacht." "Tis 'Silent Night'," says I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky
"There's someone coming toward us!" the front line sentry cried
All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright
As he, bravely, strode unarmed into the night
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's Land
With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own
Young Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of men

Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each prepared to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night
"Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"
'Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost, so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone forevermore

My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its lessons well
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we're the same



Salisbury Hill - Peter Gabriel

Climbing up on Salisbury Hill
I could see the city lights
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing, stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home

To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Though my life was in a rut
Till I thought of what I'd say
And which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
Son, he said, grab your things I've come to take you home

yeaah, back home

When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
So I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home



PERFIDIA (TONIGHT)
Jimmy Dorsey

To you my heart cries out "Perfidia,"
For I found you, the love of my life,
In somebody else's arms
Your eyes are echoing "Perfidia,"
Forgetful of our promise of love,
You're sharing another's charms
With a sad lament, my dreams
Have faded like a broken melody;
While the gods of love look down and laugh
At what romantic fools we mortals be
And now I know my love was not for you
And so I'll take it back with a sigh,
Perfidious one, good-bye.

Comments:


beatlette
beatlette at 2005-07-11 23:06 (UTC) (Lien)
Oh man, I hope you didn't buy My Chemical Romance, I could've told you to not waste your money on that...
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2005-07-12 15:53 (UTC) (Lien)

mhmmmm

Yes, I suppose I did - but I can prolly return it.

Score a point for you.
Lily
satanist_whore at 2005-07-11 23:21 (UTC) (Lien)
i can't stand mcr.......
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madman101 at 2005-07-12 15:54 (UTC) (Lien)

yay

You score two points.
The National Front Disco
jesmy at 2005-07-12 02:24 (UTC) (Lien)
Wow. I love MCR. The Longwave CD is good. I got it awhile ago while I was working @ a record store.
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2005-07-12 16:00 (UTC) (Lien)

well

That's nice you like Longwave. Score a point. But you lose a point on MCR. If MCR had a decent singer, I might like them.
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