I'm Off

[Soron]

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Will the Wolf Survive? ~ Los Lobos
(David Hidalgo/Louie Pérez)

Through the chill of winter
Running across the frozen lake
Hunters are out on his trail
All odds are against him
With a family to provide for
The one thing he must keep alive
Will the wolf survive?

Drifting by the roadside
Climbs each storm and aging face
Wants to make some morning's fate
Losing to the range war
He's got two strong legs to guide him
Two strong arms keep him alive
Will the wolf survive?

Standing in the pouring rain
All alone in a world that's changed
Running scared, now forced to hide
In a land where he once stood with pride
But he'll find his way by the morning light

Sounds across the nation
Coming from your hearts and minds
Battered drums and old guitars
Singing songs of passion
It's the truth that they all look for
The one thing they must keep alive
Will the wolf survive?
Will the wolf survive?

(c) 1984 Davince Music/No K.O. Music (BMI)

 

[Arden]

TONIGHT
(Excerpt from the musical score)
"West Side Story" - 1956
Leonard Bernstein / Stephen Sondheim

"Tonight, tonight,
Won't be just any night,
Tonight there will be no morning star.
Tonight, tonight, I'll see my love tonight.
And for us, stars will stop where they are.
Today
The minutes seem like hours,
The hours go so slowly,
And still the sky is light . . .
Oh moon, grow bright,
And make this endless day endless night!"

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[Soron]

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CHAIN GANG
(Sam Cooke)


I hear somethin' sayin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)

(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang

All day long they're singin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)

(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang

All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody sa-ay

That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang

Can't ya hear them singin'
Mm, I'm goin' home one of these days
I'm goin' home see my woman
Whom I love so dear
But meanwhile I got to work right he-ere

(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang

All day long they're singin', mm
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water, I'm thirsty

My work is so hard

 

[Arden]

I remember that one from when I was fairly young

 

[Soron]

I remember that one from when I was fairly young

Fairly young?
I remember him lip synching it on the "Lloyd Thaxton" show, when it first came out. What a song, what a singer.
I think he was killed shortly after the song came out.
What a waste.

 

[Soron]

PASTURES OF PLENTY
(Woody Guthrie)

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind

California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
Well its North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win

It's always we rambled, that river and I
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life if need be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free

 

[H'venlee]

Landslide
Dixie Chicks

I took my love and I took it down
Climbed a mountain then I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

Uh ah ... uh ah .... uh ah ...

Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’
‘Cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I’m getting older too

Well ...

(Instrumental)

Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’
‘Cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I’m getting older too

Well, I’m getting older too

So, take this love and take it down
Yeah, and if you climb a mountain and ya turn around
And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down

If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well maybe ...
Well maybe ...
Well maybe ...

The landslide will bring you down.

 

[Arden]

Outstanding songs, you two!

 

[Soron]

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

Thanks, Lee darlin'
Excellent song


{{{{{{ LEE }}}}}}

 

[H'venlee]

Thank you Soron.

Hugs to both you & Arden.

And a special to you!

 

[Soron]

Pirate Looks at Forty ~ Jimmy Buffet

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
You've seen it all, you've seen it all

Watched the men who rode you switch from sail to steam
In your belly you can hold the treasures few have ever seen
Most of 'em dreams, most of 'em dreams

Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late

But I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
Made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last, never meant to last

I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
I'm down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends, just a few friends

"Nice to see all of our friends every year. Thank you
friends."

Now I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
And I still could manage a smile
Sure takes a while, just takes a while

Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've found
Occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
Feel like I've drowned, but I won't wear a frown
Feel like I've drowned, I'm gonna go check out
Peachtree Street somewhere downtown

 

[redelicious]

Hi Soron!

Jimmy Buffet is actually playing here tomorrow. Dang, wish I could go.

 

[Arden]

Good Evening friend!

 

[Soron]

Hiya Red, he's playing here too. I just can't justify the cost. As much as I like Buffet, 50 bucks is too much.

Hello there miss Arden.

I wonder if he still does "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw"

 

[redelicious]

Hiya Red, he's playing here too. I just can't justify the cost. As much as I like Buffet, 50 bucks is too much.

Hello there miss Arden.

I wonder if he still does "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw"

Well his tickets sold out the first few hours. I guess people were thinking it was a cheap show after Springsteen's tickets went for nearly $100.00.

 

[Soron]

Well his tickets sold out the first few hours. I guess people were thinking it was a cheap show after Springsteen's tickets went for nearly $100.00.

That's what I'm talkin' about. I LOVE Bruce, but not THAT much.

 

[Arden]

Hiya Red, he's playing here too. I just can't justify the cost. As much as I like Buffet, 50 bucks is too much.

Hello there miss Arden.

I wonder if he still does "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw"

OMG, $50? I must not get out much, lol!

 

[redelicious]

That's what I'm talkin' about. I LOVE Bruce, but not THAT much.

His show did not sell out, sadly.

 

[Arden]

His show did not sell out, sadly.

I can see why not at those prices. Those prices knocked the younger kids right out of the ballgame.

 

[redelicious]

I can see why not at those prices. Those prices knocked the younger kids right out of the ballgame.

Such a shame. Elton John and Billy joel are bringing their dual show here...tickets presold for $85.00 I think it was. Music shouldn't be inaccessable, you know?

 

[Arden]

Such a shame. Elton John and Billy joel are bringing their dual show here...tickets presold for $85.00 I think it was. Music shouldn't be inaccessable, you know?

Correct. I see the younger kids really losing out by not being able to see Springsteen. However, the other two would draw from an older crowd who likely could afford tickets at that price.

I suppose they thought Springsteen warranted those prices since his recent album was such a hit.

 

[Soron]

That's why I go to Tampa Theater here and see some unknown guy like Kenny Wayne Shepherd. He plays kick ass blues and I paid 17.50 for the ticket. All the rest of 'em I'll listen to on CD.

My favorite all time Buffet song...



MIGRATION
(Jimmy Buffet)

Whoa, lookin' back at my background
Tryin' to figure out how I ever got here
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much too clear
I'm just livin' in the sunshine
Stay contented most of the time
Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker, and Willis
Sing me their Texas rhymes

Most of the people who retire in Florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch
And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys
I hate those bastards so much
I wish a summer squall would blow them all
The way up to fantasy land
Yeah they're ugly and square, they don't belong here
They looked a lot better as beer cans

Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart

Well now I might have joined the Merchant Marine
If I hadn't learned how to sing
And on top of all that I got married too early
'Cost me much more than a ring
But now those crazy days are over
Just gotta learn from the wrong things you done
I came off the rebound, started lookin' around
Figured out it's time to have a little fun

Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Whoa but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart

Well now if I ever live to be an old man
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
And an African parakeet
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine

Yeah, and that's why it's still a mystery to me
Why some people live like they do
So many nice things happenin' out there
They never even seen the clues
Yeah but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme
I know we been doin' our part
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart

Yeah, got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
And some Texas hidden here in my heart

 

[Arden]

Well now if I ever live to be an old man
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique
I'm gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit
And an African parakeet
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
And open up my trusty old mind
I gonna teach him how to cuss, teach him how to fuss
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine



I LOVE IT!

 

[Soron]

I LOVE IT!

I thought you might like that one, Arden. It's on an OLD album called "A1A"

 

[Soron]

The Visionary

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.

Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:
I trim it well, to be the wanderer's guiding-star.

Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame;
Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:
But neither sire nor dame, nor prying serf shall know,
What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.

What I love shall come like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
Who loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray,
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.

Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear -
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.

Emily Bronte