Been rattling around the old noggin' for days now. Thank you for beating me to this one! Eternal song!
Dunno Samba from Bossa Nova. There, I admitted it! I still dunno how or why Astrud Gilberto was lured away from Mr Gilberto. She was very beautiful, kinda forgot about that.
B.N seems to be a variation on the Samba...It may be from a neighboring country that didn't want to play Samba so they renamed it...
I really get a lick out of this one, it's like it was written for flash mobs and those who love them.
As the barbaric folks that we are we can't seem to get enough war. This much I can add to that summer of war in my life, the Summer sun in the tropics is nearly unbelievably powerful. You soak up enough energy from our friend Mr Sun to power a Volkswagen bug from Boston to New York in a walk of a quarter mile. No exaggeration. The Mosquito was quite an airplane. In a former life I believe that I died in a German tank in North Africa. You'd think that one time of being on the wrong side of a war would be enough. As a wrote, we barbarians love war.
Nice! Darlene Love with the E Street band, minus The Boss. That is one I've never seen. Thanks George!
Some songs seem to take place in an entirely different acoustic space. These harmonies of unhappy love, of missed understandings that we carry with us all our lives. "The final stirrings of the human heart can only be expressed by a stringiness Zither.." (A very old Chinese saying.) Teen heart trauma was never really my thing. I was of the old blues school which taught "If you don't want me babe, it's a cinch I don't want you." None of which spared me making a god damned fool of myself on numerous occasions...sigh Yet Mr. Blue lingers on into my old age.
With this one and me, it was love at first sight. If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you homeWriter/s: Jerome J. Garcia, Robert C. Hunter Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
For some reason I'm not a Dead fan, much less a Dead Head. I recognize that they wrote and performed many good songs, so kudos to them.
Iirc, David Letterman featured a song by her for many of his right around Christmas shows. She was perhaps most famous as a Phil Spector artist.