Back to Blogging

 About ten years ago, I stopped posting on this blog as interest in such things seemed to have died out.  Recently on Twitter, I came across a great group of people who love music thanks to a group leader named Carl (good trouble) Jones.  Carl is taking a temporary break from Twitter, so this seems like a good time to resurrect Take This Tune.

Here is the premise.  Once a week I tell a story and post a piece of music to go with it.  Readers then comment, post a piece of music and/or tell a story of their own.  Feel free to do that here or on Twitter.  

This week's theme is travel.  Now that I can no longer be a gypsy and just jump in my car anytime I was in the mood, I really miss the spur of the moment jaunts to anywhere.  So, this week's theme is Far Away Places.  Where do you want to go?  

https://youtu.be/HAfAsTVJmWU

Back Down Again

Seemingly less interest than last time, so no reason to continue

Too Far Gone

(Russell Crowe as Inspector Javert) 

As many of you know, I have been obsessing over the filming of the musical "Les Miserables". I am a major Hugh Jackman fan as both an actor and singer.  What I didn't expect was that I would become a major fan of Russell Crowe.  I liked him in Gladiator and Master and Commander and knew he had the acting chops but had my doubts on the Inspector Javert casting.  What I didn't expect was the emotional musicality of the Doyle/Crowe songbook.

I downloaded the following song from You Tube, the instant I heard it. It is from the Crowe/Doyle songbook and apparently, they have been around for next to forever, and I am just slow on the uptake.  It features his wife, Danielle Spencer, who happens to currently be starring in the Australian version of  Dancing With the Stars (heads up Travis, she has legses).

The lyrics are amazing, so Take This Tune and tell me a story.




Too Far Gone ( To Be Saved ) (Crowe/Doyle)

I am drowning not waving here in the darkness I'll find my peace
 You'll try to save me but you are suspended
Beneath the surface In way too deep

 Chorus

 And your fingers tear at my skin
Release the blood let the feeding begin
Your intentions will never be blamed
We're both too far gone, to be saved

When times were simple And the journey clearer
Before the circles And deja vu
 Before all the bombs fell And we lived in craters
Before all the sharks came And had their fill

 Chorus

 Bridge

 I should have spared you And you might have warned me
The glory is fleeting for birds in flight
 Now I'm sinking weighed down by regrets
I see clearly in this dying light

 I am drowning not waving
Will you just love me It's not too late
 Here in the darkness No-one can judge us
Kiss me completely And seal our fate

 Chorus

If I Were The Man You Wanted

This week's Take This Tune is all about changing for the sake of love.  The song is by the great Lyle Lovett - How far are you willing to go and what is a bridge too far?
Take this Tune and tell me a story about what you did for love. For the female versions in the lyrics just substitute "woman" or "person".




They all sat around in a circle
 They were all laughing and all telling lies
 Then the tall one he bumped in a dollar
 He said boys I've got nothing to hide
 Now if the King and the Queen stood together
 Then the ace he would not be to blame
 And if the cards were all laid on the table
 Then love could be more than a game

And if the stars didn't shine on the water
 Then the sun wouldn't burn on the sand
 And if I were the (wo)man you wanted
 I would not be the (wo)man that I am

 And I have seen my share of long nights
 And I have told my share of lies
 And I have run into the darkness
 When I saw the look in your eyes
 But if the night didn't lie in the darkness
 Then the daylight would be hard to find
 And if the truth didn't turn to a weakness
 I would have never have spoken my mind

 And if the stars didn't shine on the water
 Then the sun wouldn't burn on the sand
 And if I were the man you wanted
 Then I would not be the man that I am

 So if you're going out to California
Then don't linger in New Mexico
 And if you think of the one there behind you
 Then you might not feel so alone
 And if the stars didn't shine on the water
 Then the sun wouldn't burn on the sand
 And if I were the man you wanted
I would not be the man that I am

Restart - Feels Like Home

It's been a long while since I've posted to this meme.  It's really simple.  Take the musical prompt or the lyrics and tell me a story.  You can do it verbally, photographically, musically - however the trigger gets you going.   You can do it in the comments or link to a blog article you have written.

This week I've been thinking about what makes a home.  This song is from Randy Newman's musical, Faust.  In the show it was performed by Bonnie Raitt.  Here it is sung by Bonnie Raitt with Randy Newman on the piano and the Linda Ronstadt, who was in the show as another character.

Take This Tune

Something in your eyes, makes me want to lose myself,
Makes me want to lose myself, in your arms.
There's something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast.
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life.
If you knew how lonely my life has been,
And how low I've felt so long.
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along,
And change my life the way you've done.

CHORUS:
Feels like home to me, feels like home to me,
Feels like I'm on my way back where I come from.
Feels like home to me, feels like home to me,
Feels like I'm on my way back where I belong.

A window breaks down a long dark street,
And a siren wails over my head.
But I'm all right, 'cause I have you here with me.
And I can almost see through the dark there's light.
If you knew how much this moment means to me,
And how long I've waited for your touch.
If you knew how happy you are making me --
I've never thought I'd love anyone so much.

CHORUS

Undying Love

Would You Lay With me (In A Field of Stone)

WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME IN A FIELD OF STONE
IF MY NEEDS WERE STRONG, WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME

SHOULD MY LIPS GROW DRY,
WOULD YOU WET THEM, DEAR
IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR,
IF MY LIPS WERE DRY

WOULD YOU GO AWAY TO ANOTHER LAND
WALK A THOUSAND MILES THROUGH THE BURNING SAND
WIPE THE BLOOD AWAY FROM MY DYING HAND
IF I GIVE MYSELF TO YOU

WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME
IN THE STREAM OF LIFE
WHEN THE MOON IS FULL,
WOULD YOU BATHE WITH ME

WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME,
WHEN I'M DOWN AND OUT
IN MY TIME OF TRIAL,
WOULD YOU STAND BY ME

WOULD YOU GO AWAY TO ANOTHER LAND
WALK A THOUSAND MILES THROUGH THE BURNING SAND
WIPE THE BLOOD AWAY FROM MY DYING HAND
IF I GIVE MYSELF TO YOU

WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME
IN A FIELD OF STONE
IF MY NEEDS WERE STRONG,
WOULD YOU LAY WITH ME



Boulder To Birmingham

I don't want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there's life below
But all that it can show me
Is the prairie and the sky

And I don't want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
It was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn, I watched it burn.

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

Well you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive.
I have come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they move down
Out on ninety five
And pretend that it's the ocean
coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean
Baby do you know what I mean

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

Red Dirt Girl

This is a beautiful but terribly sad song about two girls with dreams.  One made hers come true.  The other completely lost her way.  Your challenge is to Take This Tune and tell us about choices and outcomes.

Important Notice:  This will be the last "Take This Tune" I do on this site.  I will continue to do them every once in a while on my regular site:  Durward Discussion.




Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.

She loved her brother I remember back when
He was fixin up a '49 Indian
He told her 'Little sister, gonna ride the wind
Up around the moon and back again"
He never got farther than Vietnam,
I was standin there with her when the telegram come
For Lillian.
Now he's lyin somewhere about a million miles from Meridian.

She said there's not much hope for a red dirt girl
Somewhere out there is a great big world
Thats where I'm bound
And the stars might fall on Alabama
But one of these days I'm gonna swing
My hammer down
Away from this red dirt town
I'm gonna make a joyful sound

She grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy from town
Figured that she might as well settle down
So she dug right in
Across a red dirt line just a little south east from Meridian

She tried hard to love him but it never did take
It was just another way for the heart to break
So she dug right in.
But one thing they don't tell you about the blues
When you got em
You keep on falling cause there ain't no bottom
There ain't know end.
At least not for Lillian

Nobody knows when she started her skid,
She was only 27 and she had five kids.
Coulda' been the whiskey,
Coulda been the pills,
Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
But there won't be a mention in the news of the world
About the life and the death of a red dirt girl
Names Lillian
Who never got any farther across the line than Meridian.

Now the stars still fall on Alabama
Tonight she finally laid
That hammer down
Without a sound
In the red dirt ground

Ain't Talking

This video below is a little strange as You Tube was being difficult about the copyrights involved. If you don't have the Modern Times album in your collection, it is well worth adding to Mr. Dylan's wealth and buying it. It is one of the best examples of his poetry with all the layered meanings. Take This Tune and have fun.





As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine
I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind

Ain't talking, just walking
Through this weary world of woe
Heart burning, still yearning
No one on earth would ever know

They say prayer has the power to heal
So pray for me, mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I am trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain't going well

Ain't talking, just walking
I'll burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burning, still yearning
There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost

Now I'm all worn down by weeping
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleeping
I'll just slaughter them where they lie

Ain't talking, just walking
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burning, still yearning
Walking through the cities of the plague.

Well, the whole world is filled with speculation
The whole wide world which people say is round
They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you're down

Ain't talking, just walking
Eating hog eyed grease in a hog eyed town.
Heart burning, still yearning
Some day you'll be glad to have me around.

They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack
I'll make the most of one last extra hour
I'll revenge my father's death then I'll step back

Ain't talking, just walking
Hand me down my walking cane.
Heart burning, still yearning
Got to get you out of my miserable brain.

All my loyal and my much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that's been long abandoned
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road

Ain't talking, just walking
My mule is sick, my horse is blind.
Heart burning, still yearning
Thinking about that girl I left behind.

Well, it's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can't get heavenly aid?

Ain't talking, just walking
Carrying a dead man's shield
Heart burning, still yearning
Walking with an ache in my heel

The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has its tears
I'm not playing, I'm not pretending
I'm not nursing any superfluous fears

Ain't talking, just walking
Walking ever since the other night.
Heart burning, still yearning
Walking until I'm clean out of sight.

As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, a hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma'am, I beg your pardon
There's no one here, the gardener is gone

Ain't talking, just walking
Up the road, around the bend.
Heart burning, still yearning
In the last outback at the world's end.

Big Chill Double Decker

One of my favorite movies and soundtracks is "The Big Chill" with its window on a generation. It featured 14 great songs that acted both as music for the film and commentary on the interaction of the characters. This week you get your choice of two songs to use for your Take This Tune prompt. Hope you have as much fun as the cast did in the kitchen.

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Ain't Too Proud To Beg - The Temptations

I know you wanna leave me,
But I refuse to let you go
If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy,
I don't mind coz' you mean that much to me

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me, girl, don't you go

Now I heard a cryin' man,
Is half a man with no sense of pride
But if I have to cry to keep you,
I don't mind weepin' if it'll keep you by my side

Ain't to proud to beg, sweet darlin
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go

If I have to sleep on your doorstep
All night and day just to keep you from walkin' away
Let your friends laugh, even this I can stand
Because I want to keep you any way I can

Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go

Now I've gotta love so deep in the pit of my heart
And each day it grows more and more
I'm not ashamed to come and plead to you baby
If pleadin' keeps you from walkin' out that door

Ain't too proud to beg, you know it sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Baby, baby, baby, baby (sweet darling)



You Can't Always Get What You Want - The Rolling Stones

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was footloose man

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you might find
You get what you need

I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need

You get what you need--yeah, oh baby

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

The House That Built Me

Whew! Almost forgot to put up a song. Now if someone other than Travis would join in, I would appreciate it. Just sign in any time this week if you have a story about what made you you.

The House That Built Me - Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

South Coast of Texas

In case you haven't figured it out yet, I love story songs, slice of life songs, places that will never come again songs. Here is one of the best. Guy Clark's picture of the South Coast of Texas, his youth and the people he knew whose way of life is disappearing in favor of the tourists who don't know what they missed. So do you have a story of a place and time now gone.



The South Coast of Texas

The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life
It's salty and hard it is stern as a knife
Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin'
The snakes how to swim and the trees how to lean

Chorus

The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn
They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campeche
And the deck hands are singin' adios Jolie Blon

There's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and night life
And fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they're goin'
This livin' on the edge of the waters of the world
Demands the dignity of whooping cranes and
The likes of Gilbert Roland

Chorus

In the cars of my youth how I tore thru those sand dunes
Cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads
But nothin' is forever say the old men in the shipyards
Turnin' trees into shrimp boats Hell I guess they ought to know

Chorus

Big City Blues

Cocktails and Broken Hearts

Jack Vettriano

This week's Take This Tune is a little different.  About 30 years ago, Barry Manilow made a jazz album with some of his favorite musicians and singers.  There is a whole video of the making of 2:00 AM Paradise Cafe on You Tube and well worth watching to see how musicians and singers come together to create a theme album.  Since it goes back to his jazz roots, this is a Manilow album for even those who think they don't like Manilow.

Below is a small piece of the documentary  featuring a consummate jazz singer Mel Torme and jazz musician Manilow creating Big City Blues which is about as classic a sound as you can get.  So take this tune and maybe tell us something about a big city or the blues or just hopes about love.




Mel Torme:

Much of my life has been spiced with romance

Barry Manilow:

Too many bedrooms I've slept in by chance

Mel Torme:

Drownin' out my sorrow

Barry Manilow:

Longin' for tomorrow

Both:

Caught up in the big city blues

Barry Manilow:

Rain pourin' down from a cold winter sky

Mel Torme:

Don't wanna smile and I'm too sad to cry

Barry Manilow:

Clouds hangin' above me

Mel Torme:

No one there to love me

Both:

Guess it's just the big city blues

Barry/Mel:

Someday I'll find me the dream that I'm after
I'll know her with only a glance
She'll make me smile
and she'll fill me with laughter
and our love will be like a dance

Skies will be clear and the sweet sun will shine
I'll hold her near and I'll know that she´s mine
No more stormy weather
Love will last forever
Good-bye to the big city blues

Nightswimming

I asked Travis of Trav's Thoughts for a song suggestion and he came up with Nightswimming by REM which I had never heard. This one may stir up all sorts of images for you to write about next week, so sign in and Take This Tune.

Nightswimming

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it's so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge
The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday

Nightswimming, remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
Nightswimming

The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night

Holiday Update

Children Will Listen

My all time favorite Sondheim show is "Into The Woods" where in telling familiar fairy tales a musical is created about almost the whole of human experience which is everything but a fairy tale. Trav has suggested this week's Take This Tune in one of the most powerful songs in the production sung by the Witch: Children Will Listen. Here it is sung by the original star, Bernadette Peters. Take This Tune and let us know how you feel knowing children are listening.

How do you say to your child in the night?
Nothing's all black, but then nothing's all white
How do you say it will all be all right
When you know that it might not be true?
What do you do?

Careful the things you say
Children will listen
Careful the things you do
Children will see and learn
Children may not obey, but children will listen
Children will look to you for which way to turn
To learn what to be
Careful before you say "Listen to me"
Children will listen

Careful the wish you make 
Wishes are children
Careful the path they take
Wishes come true, not free
Careful the spell you cast
Not just on children
Sometimes the spell may last
Past what you can see
And turn against you
Careful the tale you tell
That is the spell
Children will listen

How can you say to a child who's in flight
"Don't slip away and i won't hold so tight"
What can you say that no matter how slight Won't be misunderstood
What do you leave to your child when you're dead?
Only whatever you put in it's head
Things that you're mother and father had said
Which were left to them too

Careful what you say
Children will listen
Careful you do it too
Children will see
And learn, oh guide them that step away
Children will glisten
Tamper with what is true
And children will turn
If just to be free
Careful before you say
"Listen to me"

Children will listen (repeat 3x)

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The Union - The Best Part of the Day

Nobody has sent any suggestions and I'm still all wrapped up in the new "The Union" album from Elton John and Leon Russell with Bernie Taupin throwing in his song writing abilities. Rolling Stone declared it the third best album of 2010. I'm declaring it number one. When it comes to vocals, musicianship and incredible lyrics, I simply cannot decide which one I like best, every single song is unique in mood, sound, and meaning. So I'll go with the love song.  Take This Tune and tell me about a dream or a love story.


The Best Part of the Day





I hear you singing, "I Shall Be Released"
Like a chainsaw running through a masterpiece
But that's all right, that's ok
Grab the bottle and slide my way
You dreamt of a devil down below
Sprinkled cayenne pepper in your sugar bowl
But he's a fool and he's a thief
Got silly little horns and pointed teeth

Roll back the covers and raise the shades
We don't want to miss out on the best part of the day
You're my best friend you shared my crazy ways
Now we don't want to miss out on the best part of the day

There's a canyon where an echo hangs
Like the ancient bells of Notre Dame
It's beyond the hills out of sight
Thought I heard 'em ringing all last night
Hear the mating call of the morning dove
Like Romeo angels in the roof above
Rains will come sweet and clean
Let the tears of God keep the mountains green

Roll back the covers and raise the shades
We don't want to miss out on the best part of the day
You're my best friend you shared my crazy ways
Now we don't want to miss out on the best part of the day

One big sun coming up
Old moon going down
Thunder breaking in the east
I'm gonna love you 'til it comes around

Roll back the covers and raise the shades
We don't want to miss out on the best part of the day
You're my best friend you shared my crazy ways
Now we don't want to miss out on the best part of the day

You're my best friend you shared my crazy ways
Now we don't want to miss out on the best part of the day




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I Am A Town

This wonderful song by Mary Chapin Carpenter is about all the small towns that we once knew that now are dying or changing beyond recognition.  We flee from them, remember them, hope to find them again as imagined, and miss them when they disappear.  They are hopes and dreams both fulfilled or dashed.

So next week take this tune and tell a story about one of your cities or towns.  Don't forget to sign Mr. Linky down below so others can find you.




I'm a town in Carolina, a detour on a ride
For a phone call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side
I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five
I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind
I am peaches in September, and corn from a roadside stall
I'm the language of the natives, I'm a cadence and a drawl

I'm the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade,
where the boys have left their beer cans
I am weeds between the graves.
My porches sag and lean with old black men and children
Their sleep is filled with dreams, I never can fulfill them
I am a town.

I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name
I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age;
I am not your destination
I am clinging to my ways
I am a town.

I'm a town in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields
I'm an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels
I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and "Southern Serves the South"
I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign, on the rural route
I am a town
I am a town
I am a town
Southbound.





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Seasons of Love

It's the time of year when we pull boxes down from the shelves in preparation for the year end holidays.  I'm bringing back Take This Tune to see if it will fly and if nothing else, have some great music for the holiday.  What better song than one about friends, family and most of all LOVE.  So pull up a warm computer and have a go at showing us your Seasons of Love. Don't forget to sign in below and then link back here in your post so others can find you.

Seasons Of Love
by Jonathan Larson

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love

Seasons of love. Seasons of love

JOANNE
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

COLLINS
In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.

ALL
It's time now to sing out,
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!

JOANNE(while ALL sing)
Oh you got to got to
Remember the love!
You know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love spread love
Measure measure your life in love.

Get Over It

There are certainly more than enough issues that you might want to hit with this Eagles song ... have fun!!!



Get Over It
The Eagles

I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people crying don't blame me
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
Spend all their time feeling sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whining and crying and pitching a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, old billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, get over it

It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick it's little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it

Song For Sonny Liston

Blues the way it should be with Mark Knopfler's biographical song about Sonny Liston. For the non fight fans and those too young to remember, click on the link for the Wikipedia about this troubled man.  Both his life and death are still filled with mysteries and still being discussed.  He attained the greatest height in his field but never the love or acclaim he desired and whose headstone bears the simple epitaph "A Man."

Lots of ways to go from sports to crime to mysteries to the price of fame and notariety.



So many mouths
To feed on the farm
Sonny was the second
To the last one born
His mamma ran away
And his daddy beat him bad
And he grew up wild
Good love he never had

He had a left
Like henry's hammer
A right like betty bamalam
Rode with the muggers
In the dark and dread
And all them sluggers
Went down like lead

Well he hung with the hoods
He wouldn't stroke the fans
But he had dynamite
In both his hands
Boom bam
Like the slammer door
The bell and the can
And the bodies on the floor

Beware the bear's in town
Somebody's money says
The bear's going down
Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonny's going down
For miles and miles
Sonny's going down
For miles and miles

The writers didn't like him
The fight game jocks
With his lowlife backers
And his hands like rocks
They didn't want to have
A bogey man
They didn't like him
And he didn't like them

Black cadillac
Alligator boots
Money in the pockets
Of his sharkskin suits
Some say the bear
Took a flop
They couldn't believe it
When they saw him drop

He had a left
Like henry's hammer
A right like betty bamalam
Rode with the muggers
In the dark and dread
And all them sluggers
Went down like lead

Joe Louis was his hero
He tried to be the same
But a criminal child
Wears a ball and chain
So the civil rights people
Didn't want him on the throne
And the hacks and the cops
Wouldn't leave him alone

Beware the bear's in town
Somebody's money says
The bear's going down
Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonny's going down
For miles and miles
Sonny's going down
For miles and miles

At the foot of his bed
With his feet on the floor
There was dope in his veins
And a pistol on the drawer
There was no investigation
As such
He hated needles
But he knew too much

Criss-crossed
On his back
Scars from his daddy
Like slavery tracks
The second-last child
Was the second-last king
Never again was it the same
In the ring

He had a left
Like henry's hammer
A right like betty bamalam
Rode with the muggers
In the dark and dread
And all them sluggers
Went down like lead

They never could be sure
About the day he was born
A motherless child
Set to working on the farm
And they never could be sure
About the day he died
The bear was the king
They cast aside

Beware the bear's in town
Somebody's money says
The bear's going down
Yeah, the bear never smiles
Sonny's going down
For miles and miles
Sonny's going down
For miles and miles

"Some day they're gonna write a
Blues for fighters. It'll just be for
Slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell."

Ali Defeats Liston

St. Dominicks Arena

Lewiston, Maine, May 25, 1965