Category - Music

Wkend Jukebox: love, oh careless love ?

Need a break from the ice and snow?
… Kleenex handy?
… Ticket to Ride?

Fare well, Agonistas ~nymole

Here’s:
Odetta- Love, oh careless love” – a late version

Merle Haggard: Frankie and Johnny

Patti Smith with Dylan’s “Boots of Spanish Leather”
   at a memorial to her friend Robert Mapplethorpe in France

The Cars, of course: “My Best Friend’s Girl”

or maybe:
The Pretenders: Pack it Up

Ezra Furman: Anything can happen
Neill Young: My Heart

Weekend Jukebox: Nothing permanent but change

Post away on whatever appeals to you…

David Bowie: Changes

More:
Tracy Chapman: The times they are a changing (Bob Dylan 30th Anniversary Celebration)
(Can’t listen to the Dylan version without getting teary . Chapman steps back a little, later on.)

Joni MItchell: Urge for Going

Sam Cooke: A Change is Going to Come

The Beatles: :Across the Universe(Nothing’s going to change my world)

Radiohead: No surprises

Weekend Jukebox: Hearing or tuning out sounds and signals

C’mon just post anything…. I mean, is anybody out there?-)

To start:
political-
Talking Heads: Life during Wartime


 

more:
Rueben Blades: Desapariciones (the Disappeared)- sung here for the missing Mexican students

song trans here
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personal:
Colin Meloy of the Decembrists: The Wrong Year
( “Eidolon” is/was a Canadian band”)
Joni Mitchell: Court and Spark
Man Man: Hold onto your Heart

Early Jukebox: Looking Back and Forward

Best wishes to all for the new year.

…done right for a change

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I’ll be mine,
And we’ll tak a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit,
Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne

Regrets and hope.

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