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Musical Hypocrisy

Today, the Haunted Wordsmith posted Jeannie C. Riley’s Harper Valley PTA. It always reminds me of The Son of Hickery Holler’s Tramp. Both songs are about mean-minded, small-town hypocrisy. I was in my teens when these songs came out, and I still remember how  real the protagonists were to me. I wanted to march right over to Harper Valley and give the PTA a piece of my mind, backing up the ticking off they’d already received. Then go on to Hickery Holler and adopt the kids.

If I was more organised, I might choose one day a week to post music. Since I’m not, I’ll just continue to throw in the odd record on a random basis. This is the original version, sung by O.C. Smith.

Here goes:

 

That’s it, folks.

3 Day Lyric Challenge: Day 3

A three-day lyrical challenge
The Rules:
1 .Thank the person who nominated you.
2 .Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 .Nominate three other bloggers each day. (or one, one is probably enough)
Day 3: I’m tagging Kate

Thank you again, Ivor – it’s been fun.

Tracy Chapman’s lovely voice sings loud and clear, railing against abuse and poverty. I don’t need to  introduce my goosebump-inducing choice; it speaks for itself.

Tracy Chapman: Behind the Wall

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won’t do no good to call
The police always come late
If they come at all

And when they arrive
They say, “they can’t interfere
With domestic affairs,
Between a man and his wife.”
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road
And the policeman said,
“I’m here to keep the peace.”
Will the crowd disperse
I think we all could use some sleep”

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Call me greedy if you like, but I’m lightening the tension with a pretty song about air It’s one of the songs I sang to my children when they were small – along with anything else I enjoyed, from Leonard Cohen to Steppenwolf.

The Incredible String Band: Air

Breathing, all creatures are
Brighter then than brightest star
You are by far
You come right inside of me
Close as you can be
You kiss my blood
And my blood kiss me

We Shall Overcome

Posted for: Against the Next War

I present a video of Joan Baez singing “We Shall overcome”.

She still holds the faith; here she is singing it to President Obama at the Whitehouse.

We shall overcome. Join us.

Please click on the parent post and Paul’s significant  follow-up to find out what we are doing and how you can help. You’ll also find pingbacks to related posts.

Share, share, share.

©Jane Paterson Basil

Anything Less than Beautiful

This is for my children and grandchildren. It’s for those I love, and for those I have never loved. It’s for friends and strangers, for elephants and ants, for trees and plankton, and for the whole planet.

It’s for you, my reader. How could anyone ever tell you that you’re anything less than beautiful…

©Jane Paterson Basil

Raili’s Gift

On visiting Raili’s blog, I found this treasure attached to her post for today, the first day of a New Year, and I asked myself: how could anyone, upon hearing this beautiful song, do other than hold out their hands out for peace?

The title of Raili’s blog is Soulgifts. She couldn’t have come up with a more appropriate moniker.

Thank you, Raili, for sharing this song, and for so much more…

©Jane Paterson Basil

“Where Have All The Good Times Gone”

For those of you who haven’t yet met him, I’d like to introduce my wonderful, talented friend Ivor. This is his latest poem. I love it, and I think you will, too:

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A few days ago I had started writing a poem about Penny Farthing Bicycles, prompted by an article in the Geelong Advertiser newspaper, the arrival in Geelong of eight members of the Melbourne Bicycle Club in March 1880, as per featured picture above, courtesy of the Geelong Heritage Centre Collection. Then I was chatting with my friend Jane of Janebasilblog, she had just sent me the song and lyrics of the Mary Hopkin hit, “Those Were The Days”, from 1968, and I mentioned The Kinks were one of my fav’s from that era, and of course their song “Lola”. After our chat, I starting thinking [which is dangerous for me] about writing a crazy, combined, mixed up poem… The piece below is the result of those thoughts, and to my older readers, you’ll notice all the phrases written in Italic, are song titles taken from The Kinks album “The Kinks…

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To the End of Love

There’s so much going on in my head right now that I can’t get my thoughts in order, so I’ve been having a YouTube session with Leonard Cohen. It’s so good to hear his voice again – I didn’t listen to him for a while after her died, since I didn’t want to wallow in grief. I’m over that now, and ready to celebrate his life.

I don’t know whether I’ve posted this video before, but if I have, I make no apology. I love this song, I love movies which feature dance, and this is one of my favorites. The film is The Scent of a Woman, the song is Dance Me to the End of Love, and Al Pacino’s character is blind. Watch Al’s face  – his expressions are mesmerising. Once again, he proves he’s The Man.

When I first watched the movie, I didn’t know this was coming…


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I’ve just returned from a holiday in Spain, so…

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Spain.

Peace in Spanish: 

Paz

Find the pronunciation HERE.

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©Jane Paterson Basil

Painted Nails

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Bridal magazines

flutter

between ravening fingers.

Painted nails

scrape silk and lace.

Smiling sequined brides shine

beside spruce grooms.

Images describe bright colour schemes;

ribbons and roses

twisted into cunning, pink posies

pick out the chosen hues of the theme.

Six months to go,

and she’s eager to be

the apex of attention, and the envy of friends —

yet each time she sees her swain,

she swallows a sorry slug of doubt,

as, deep down, she knows

the  magnetic attraction

was born in the beat

and heated blood of a nightclub,

now passion has flown

and she’s empty of  love.

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©Jane Paterson Basil

If You Go Away

Most people must be familiar with the song, If You Go Away. The original, Ne Me Quitte Pas was in French, and I always assumed – not being a French speaker – that it was a fairly accurate translation. This lovely song has been recorded by numerous artists. Here is Jacques Brel singing it:

I was curious to see the lyrics translated into English. It didn’t take long to find a translation. I like the English lyrics but they don’t compare to these exquisite words:

Ne Me Quitte Pas
by Jacques Brel
Translated to English by Jamie J. Brunson

Please don’t leave me.
We can forget
Everything can be forgotten
Look, it’s gone already
Forget the times
And the misunderstandings
The lost time
The blows
The hours that robbed our hearts of joy
Don’t leave me (4 times)

I offer you pearls of rain
From places in me where there is no rain
I will raise the earth until the day I die
To cover your body in light and gold
I’ll make a place for us
Where love is king
Love is law
And you are queen.
Please don’t leave me. (4 times)

Don’t leave me
I beg you
Ah! Do you understand my words?
Are they senseless, the words I speak
Of our history?
It is king
It does not have to perish
Just don’t leave me.

How often has the fire of an old volcano
Erupting, burn the land
Then in that place more wheat grows than at harvest.

Each day ends when evening comes
The brilliant night sky is red and black
Can the night be brilliant without both?
Please don’t leave me. (4 times)

I have implored you
With my words
If you leave me, I will unbecome myself
And become the shadow of your shadow
So that I can watch you dance and smile
So that I can hear you sing and laugh
As the shadow of your shadow.

Please don’t leave me.
Please don’t leave me.
Please don’t leave me.
Please don’t leave me.

There are also numerous recordings of If You Go Away. I’ve chosen to post Neil Diamond’s rendition:

Whether in English or French, these are beautiful songs, and the tune is the same for both, but after comparing the lyrics, I think it’s a bit of a stretch to call them the same song.

What do you think?

©Jane Paterson Basil