Music for the day

[M1 Abrams]

It's been nearly 45 years, but I still remember hearing Howard Cosell on Monday Night Football announce that John Lennon had been shot and killed.

 

[bobpbx]

I have my relationship with God. When I first heard this song from Bob Dylan, it was around the time I most intensely felt close to God. The song he wrote was eye-opening. Nobody escapes from it. You can almost see Bob's finger wagging at someone when he says "you're gonna have to serve somebody".

You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the Devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
Might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you doctor or they may call you chief
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes, you are
You're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Well, it may be the Devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be livin' in another country under another name
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes, you arre
You're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Well, it may be the Devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
You may be a construction worker workin' on a home
Might be livin' in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns and you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's landlord, you may even own banks
But you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Yes, you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Well, it may be the Devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
You may be a preacher preaching spiritual pride
Maybe a city councilman takin' bribes on the side
May be working in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody's mistress, maybe somebody's heir
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
Yes, you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Well, it may be the Devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
Might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
May be sleeping on the floor, sleepin' in a king-size bed
But you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Yes indeed, you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Well, it may be the Devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me RJ, you may call me Ray
You may call me anything, no matter what you say
You're still gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Yes, you're gonna have to serve somebody (serve somebody)
Well, it may be the Devil and it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

 

[slingblade]

Gregory Peck speaking of Bob Dylan at the Kennedy Center Honors, pretty much explains Bob Dylan.

Mr. Peck mentions the references about him in the song Brownsville Girl. Co-written w/ Sam Shepard, I think it's Dylan's best song.
"The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter. Is that his name wasn't Henry Porter."

 

[bobpbx]

Gregory Peck speaking of Bob Dylan at the Kennedy Center Honors, pretty much explains Bob Dylan.

Mr. Peck mentions the references about him in the song Brownsville Girl. Co-written w/ Sam Shepard, I think it's Dylan's best song.
"The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter. Is that his name wasn't Henry Porter."

That was good. Complex. I never listened to it before.

 

[bobpbx]

I love how this song swings along.

Gonna lose myself in a dream of Denver
This borrowed time, Lord, it’s too hard to spend
I’d crawl across the state of Texas
To sleep out in that Rocky Mountain wind
Yeah, and spend one night with a Denver girl again

Sweet Cora Lee, you’re the red-haired angel
With your spinning wheel and your ginseng tea
You wrote the book of love one night in Denver
Well, it’s funny you ain’t mentioned him to me
But I heard you got you a man down in Tennessee

There’s a lot of women there, will treat you as they please
There’s a lot of women there, will bring you to your knees
Then blow you away like the wind through the Denver trees

And I remember Anne in her midnight window
She would sing that tune about a dog named Blue
Drinking homemade wine, we were telling those stories
And writing songs we never could get through
Yeah, have another drink, girl, here’s one more for you

There’s a lot of women there, will treat you as they please
There’s a lot of women there, will bring you to your knees
Then blow you away like the wind through the Denver trees

Gonna lose myself in a dream of Denver
This borrowed time, Lord, it’s too hard to spend
I’d crawl across the state of Texas
To sleep out in that Rocky Mountain wind
Lord, and spend one night with a Denver girl again

And they’ll blow you away like a leaf in the Denver wind

 

[manumuskin]

I love how this song swings along.

Gonna lose myself in a dream of Denver
This borrowed time, Lord, it’s too hard to spend
I’d crawl across the state of Texas
To sleep out in that Rocky Mountain wind
Yeah, and spend one night with a Denver girl again

Sweet Cora Lee, you’re the red-haired angel
With your spinning wheel and your ginseng tea
You wrote the book of love one night in Denver
Well, it’s funny you ain’t mentioned him to me
But I heard you got you a man down in Tennessee

There’s a lot of women there, will treat you as they please
There’s a lot of women there, will bring you to your knees
Then blow you away like the wind through the Denver trees

And I remember Anne in her midnight window
She would sing that tune about a dog named Blue
Drinking homemade wine, we were telling those stories
And writing songs we never could get through
Yeah, have another drink, girl, here’s one more for you

There’s a lot of women there, will treat you as they please
There’s a lot of women there, will bring you to your knees
Then blow you away like the wind through the Denver trees

Gonna lose myself in a dream of Denver
This borrowed time, Lord, it’s too hard to spend
I’d crawl across the state of Texas
To sleep out in that Rocky Mountain wind
Lord, and spend one night with a Denver girl again

And they’ll blow you away like a leaf in the Denver wind

Bob! Are you goin country?

 

[bobpbx]

Bob! Are you goin country?

I've been listening to old country for years, but not a constant diet from it. At home we heard country mixed in with other things. When I was 14, I knew every single word in this song and sang it.

 

[manumuskin]

I've been listening to old country for years, but not a constant diet from it. At home we heard country mixed in with other things. When I was 14, I knew every single word in this song and sang it.

I have this 45

 

[manumuskin]

Granny had a large collection of old country that of course wasn't old when I was a kid and she kept the 33's underneath this huge stereo player she had. I was raised on country at Grannys but Mom gave me her 45 collection that was all 50 and 60's rock n roll ao I had my Golden oldies from her hence a lot of stuff I grew up listening to was from the generation preceding me then as i got into High School Classic Rock mad its way into my collection and then later on Celtic,Cajun and Ambient Instrumental stuff mellowed me out.Dabbled in little old school rap when it first came out as well but dropped it when it started getting nasty and violent. Never could deal with heavy metal and opera though or a lot of stuff pre 1950 but do like some classical baroque once in awhile.Frank Sinatra makes me put my hands on my ears and run away screaming.

 

[bobpbx]

Granny had a large collection of old country that of course wasn't old when I was a kid and she kept the 33's underneath this huge stereo player she had. I was raised on country at Grannys but Mom gave me her 45 collection that was all 50 and 60's rock n roll ao I had my Golden oldies from her hence a lot of stuff I grew up listening to was from the generation preceding me then as i got into High School Classic Rock mad its way into my collection and then later on Celtic,Cajun and Ambient Instrumental stuff mellowed me out.Dabbled in little old school rap when it first came out as well but dropped it when it started getting nasty and violent. Never could deal with heavy metal and opera though or a lot of stuff pre 1950 but do like some classical baroque once in awhile.Frank Sinatra makes me put my hands on my ears and run away screaming.

I love Frank's music. He'll never be replaced.

 

[manumuskin]

I love Frank's music. He'll never be replaced.

I dont like him because of an incident he was involved in when I worked at Caesars casino back in 84.Not a nice guy