Posted on 08/06/2010 11:24:26 AM PDT by Alex Murphy
I do like the Beatles. Think they did a lot of brilliant stuff.
But at the same time, they are overrated.
Let me engineer a thread hijack here and submit a song writer for consideration. (According to 99.9% of FReepers - he can't sing a lick.)
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment
I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Well if you’re going to post it at least tell us who you’re talking about...
Good call. I am a huge Dylan fan. He is truly brilliant.
He doesn’t have a “good” singing voice, but he made it work anyway. It’s an iconic sound.
The essence of a true artist can easily transcend obvious technical performance deficits. I've got a Dylan bootleg (probably released by now) from around 1963 which is one of my all-time treasured recordings: Rocks and Gravel, Gates of Eden, a lot of interesting tracks on it...
McCartney, in an interview on National Palestine Radio (NPR) said that the Blackbird song was about a black woman who he felt was somewhat oppressed-And that he wanted her to “spread her wings and learn to fly”. Also, Lennon was making the observation that most people would have rather gone to a Beatles concert than to church.
I thought the 99.9% was a dead giveaway - Bob Dylan is the man.
"He's the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You got a heart of stone.
Not directed at you, sargon - just another Dylan song that popped into my head
"He will not share His glory
And He will not be mocked!
ping to 22
Who is another poet that American culture has produced in the past fifty years? There may well be some. I dunno.
Just noticed my paste has some duplicate stanzas GRRRR!
Sorry
Don't confuse them with facts
Too late! ;-)
I do like Wendell Berry and Bob Dylan. But i would love to hear of any other nominees.
Anyone? Anyone?
Slim pickins, as it were. (If it weren't for bacteria, we'd have no culture at all...)
Well, “Why Don’t We Do It In the Road” didn’t strike me as a particularly Christian song.
MARY JANE= MARJUANA
YOU NEVER KNEW!
When I find myself in times of trouble= When I am down.
Mother Mary comes to me=someone gets me weed(MARY JANE)
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be And in my hour of darkness=He is toking the MARY JANE for song ideas(Wisdom) at night.
She is standing right in front of me( his looking at the MARY JANE vertical in his hand after a toke of it) Speaking words of wisdom, let it be= the high for being buzzed with weird thinking for songs(CREATIVITY)
Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be= Not a Holy Amen but let it stay lite to smoke and inhale as he looks at it.
Whisper words of wisdom( now that I am high giving me song Ideas) Let it be…. Stay lite... smoke
And when the night is cloudy= He is so high not able to be lucid!
There is still a light that shines on me=the light of the Mary JANE as he puffs to what?
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be= keep smoking and watching the shine of light from the MARY JANE because its a buzz for ideas
I wake up to the sound of music=More creative ideas come with music in my mind or while other music is playing also
Mother Mary comes to me=He lites up another MARY JANE
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be…=Bringing more song ideas to him so good let it be... and so on...
He is a stoned song writer.
This is the period of their heavy drug use. Remember Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds= LSD trip!
Also the Satanist Alester Crowley's picture is next to Mae West and Marilyn Monroe on the Album "Sergent Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band"
What does that tell you?
"Gee: I hate to throw cold water on this party, but I lived thru the late 60's and early 70's in both the States and in Europe. Ask any old hippie what the "Cloudy" lyrics of this song mean, nine out of ten will probably tell you that "Mother Mary," absolutely does NOT refer to the Virgin Mary! "Mother Mary" refers to an herbal remedy for depression, blues, arthritis, a hang-over, cancer, chemo-therapy and anything else that may bother you: It refers to Marijuana! If you don't believe me, ask any old hippies in Amsterdam, and 99.9% who are not still totally stoned, with affirm that "Mother Mary" is a universal euphemism for Marijuana!"
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