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Some 1960s idealism

Lay Down Your Weary Tune --The Bryds
(1965)


Written by Bob Dylan about the time, I think, Bob was coming to understand this fame thing wasn't all it was cracked up to be. And poor Bob was feeling a little spent, maybe.



Quote:Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum

Waxing poetic, like that: "Do not go gentle into that good night" and "And death shall have no dominion", other Dylan.



Reminds me of my childhood, when things made more sense. In some ways I miss the 2000's
Cantique de Jean Racine ( Hymn of Jean Racine) composed by Gabriel Fauré;
This is one of the most beautiful choral pieces in my opinion and Fauré composed it at the age of 19 for a competition entry- which he won, if I recall correctly. Lyrics and translation are found below the video link:



Original French lyrics
Cantique de Jean Racine

Verbe égal au Très-Haut, notre unique espérance,
Jour éternel de la terre et des cieux ;
De la paisible nuit nous rompons le silence,
Divin Sauveur, jette sur nous les yeux !

Répands sur nous le feu de ta grâce puissante,
Que tout l'enfer fuie au son de ta voix ;
Dissipe le sommeil d'une âme languissante,
Qui la conduit à l'oubli de tes lois !

Ô Christ, sois favorable à ce peuple fidèle
Pour te bénir maintenant rassemblé.
Reçois les chants qu'il offre à ta gloire immortelle,
Et de tes dons qu'il retourne comblé !


English translation
Hymn of Jean Racine

Verb equal to God, the Almighty, our only hope,
Eternal day of the earth and heavens;
We break the silence of the peaceful night,
Divine Saviour, look upon us!

Fan the fire of your powerful grace upon us,
So that all Hell may flee at the sound of your voice;
Shake off the sleep of a languishing soul,
Who has forgotten your laws!

O Christ, be kind to these faithful people
Who have now gathered in thanks.
Listen to the chants they offer to your immortal glory,
And may they come away fulfilled with your gifts!


I LIKE BANANAS BECAUSES THEY HAVE NO BONES!
I love listening to classical music, but I have recently listened to "Morning has Broken,"by Cat Stevens.


I really love this song because:
1. It just sounds amazing
2. You can interpret this song as being anti-abortion, from the perspective of the soon to be born (or aborted) child. This interpretation was common when it first came out and even was interpreted that way by the Studio. Yes, if you search up the song now, the most common interpretation is one about prostitution, but really, I find the anti-abortion interpretation much more interesting and sad.
THE DIGGERS SONG
(Tom Smith/Wongawilli)
Bawdy Ed McCurdy 


Note: As the late George Gobel said, this is one of them songs about a horse that couldn't be rode and a cowboy that couldn't be throwed and one of them gets rode, or throwed, or somethin'.

THE STRAWBERRY ROAN
(Curly Fletcher)

I was standin' 'round town just a-spendin' my time,
Nothin' else to spend, not even a dime
When a feller steps up and he says, "I suppose
You're a bronc' bustin' man by the looks of your clothes."
"You guessed me right, and a good one," I claim,
"Do you happen to have ay bad ones to tame?"
He says, "I've got one and a bad one to buck;
At throwin' bronc riders he's had lots of luck."

cho:
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He says, "This old pony ain't never been rode,
And the boy that gets on him is sure to get throwed."
Oh, that strawberry roan!

I gets all excited and I ask what he pays
To ride this old goat for a couple of days.
He offers a ten spot. I says, "I'm your man,
For the bronc never lived that I couldn't fan;
No, the bronc never lived, nor he never drew breath
That I couldn't ride till be starved plumb to death."
He says, "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance."
We got in the buckboard and rode to the ranch.

Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
We stayed until morning, and right after chuck
We goes out to see how that outlaw could buck.
Oh, that strawberry roan!

Well, down in the horse corral standing alone,
Was that old cavayo, old strawberry roan.
His legs were spavined, and he had pigeon toes,
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose,
Little pin ears that were crimped at the tip,
With a big 44 branded 'cross his left hip;
He's ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw,
You can see with one eye he's a reg'lar outlaw.

Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He's ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw,
You can see with one eye he's a reg'lar outlaw.
Oh, that strawberry roan!

Well I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine,
I piled my loop on him, I'm sure feeling fine.
I piled my loop on him, and well I knew then,
If I rode this old pony, I'd sure earn my ten,
I put the blinds on him, it sure was a fight,
Next comes my saddle, I screws her down tight
I gets in his middle and opens the blind,
I'm right in his middle to see him unwind
Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He lowered his old neck and I think he unwound
He seemed to quit living down there on the ground
Oh, that strawberry roan!

He went up towards the east and came down towards the west,
To stay in his middle I'm doin' my best,
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He can turn on a nickel and give you some change.
He turns his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is one sun-fishin' son of a gun!
I'll tell you, no foolin', this pony can step,
But I'm still in his middle and buildin' a rep

Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
He goes up on all fours and comes down on his side
I don't know what keeps him from losin' his hide
Oh, that strawberry roan!


I loses my stirrup and also my hat,
I starts pulling leather, I'm blind as a bat;
With a big forward jump he goes up on high
Leaves me sittin' on nothin' way up in the sky
I turns over twice, and I comes back to earth
I lights in a-cussin' the day of his birth
I know there is ponies I'm unable to ride
Some are still living, they haven't all died.

Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
Oh, that strawberry roan!
I'll bet all my money the man ain't alive
That can stay with old strawberry when he makes his high
dive.
Oh, that strawberry roan!

All original material is copyright © 1998 by the Mudcat Café Music Foundation, Inc.
This beautiful piece was written by the amazing Alexander Borodin ( a character well worth researching if you do not know much about him) and is the "Nocturne"  from his String Quartet No. 2. The melody was adopted in the 1950`s for a very popular song which has been recorded by many famous popular singers. Can you identify the title of the song?

Bakersfield Sound

Streets of Laredo - Buck Owens


The Best of Buck Owens  (1964) was number 1 in Norway for 222 weeks and Buck was acting natural after tippling a little nectar of the Norse gods with his Fish-eater fans

1970
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