Sunday, January 17, 2021

Selections from Jeff Emery's Sunday, January 17, 2021 KZSC "Backroads" show

 Selections from Jeff Emery's Sunday, January 17, 2021 KZSC "Backroads" show

For the so many who simply want/wanted to be treated fairly and with respect.

"Beautiful Fool" Don Henry

"Martin Luther who did you think that you were?
Appointed by some higher up
Merely mortal, your plans were unaffordable
No one wants to pay for love

Oh you beautiful fool
Swimmin up stream, kickin’ up waves
Dreams weren’t meant to come true
That’s why they call ’em dreams
Oh you beautiful fool

Walter Cronkite pre-empted Disney one night
And all us kids were so upset
We thought that you were a trouble instigator
Marchin’ through our T.V. set

Oh you beautiful fool
Swimmin up stream, kickin’ up waves
Dreams weren’t meant to come true
That’s why they call ’em dreams
Oh you beautiful fool

To fight a fight without a fist all human instinct puzzles this
How dare you threaten our existence
Mahatma Gandhi, Jesus Christ, history repeats itself so nice
Consistently we are resistant to love

I saw you on the black and white
With Blacks and White’s applauding you
I saw you on another time
Without a sign of life in you

Oh you beautiful fool
Swimmin up stream, kickin’ up waves
Dreams weren’t meant to come true
That’s why they call ’em dreams
Oh you beautiful fool"

and

"Still Small Voice" Bob Franke

"In a still small voice in the middle of the night,

Brother Martin heard the simple truth
And he followed its pleading, though it led to a crossroads,
Parting in the days of my youth.
From the heart of my city came a single scream
And I heard it through all the white noise.
And the papers told us that they'd killed The Dream,
But they never killed the still small voice.

All the lies come at you in a million ways
Some you hear and some you tell yourself
And they say that virtue is a pile of gold
And that weapons are a nations wealth
But when kings stand naked in their ugly schemes
Will the poor of this world rejoice
Will they sell their children down a bloody stream
Or will they listen to a still small voice

Now the one-eyed bandit in your living room
Will convince you that you have no time
And it will swear to take you on your one free ride
While it's looking for your one last dime
But the light of heaven is a simple gift
And you can see it when you make that choice
It will shine like riches in your inmost heart
But it will speak in a still small voice

Oh the skies will open when the trumpet sounds
and its echo will shake these halls
And these stones so silent as they ring us round
they will shatter when they hear that call
And our chains will clatter when they hit the ground
and the people make a joyful noise
But when My Lover comes to call me home
it will be in a still, small voice"

and

"Crazy in Alabama" Kate Campbell

"I heard Odessa's mind was sick
That she was crazier than hell
The police caught her turning tricks
Down at the Blue and Gray motel
Odessa was the neighbor's maid
She had ten mouths at home to feed

They bussed her kids to Birmingham
And put her in the county jail
Nobody seemed to give a damn
They say a white man posted bail
My dad said not to breathe a word
I told my brother all I heard

And the train of change
Was coming fast to my hometown
We had the choice to climb on board
Or get run down

It was crazy, grown men fights
Over segregation and civil rights
Martin Luther King, KKK
George C. Wallace and LBJ
When the National Guard came in
I thought the world was gonna end
It was crazy in Alabama

Down at the corner Dairy Dip
They sold soft ice cream for a dime
White people ordered from the front
The side was for the colored line
And we all were told they had their place
Because they were a different race

We spent hot summer afternoons
At the public swimming pool
Where the privileged and the few
Played on their island of cool blue
And brown children watched outside the fence
It never made one lick of sense

But the train of change
Was coming fast to my hometown
We had the choice to climb on board
Or get run down

It was crazy, there were grown men fights
Over segregation and civil rights
Martin Luther King and the KKK
George C. Wallace and LBJ
When the National Guard came in
I thought the world was gonna end
It was crazy in Alabama

My momma yelled child get inside
Drew the drapes and locked the doors
We watched the marchers passing by
Felt the rumble heard the roar
And they all held hands they sang and wept
And freedom rang in every step

'Cause the train of change
Was marching through my hometown
We had the choice to climb on board
Or get run down

It was crazy, there were grown men fights
Over segregation and civil rights
Martin Luther King and the KKK
George C. Wallace and LBJ
When the National Guard came in
I thought the world was gonna end
It was crazy in Alabama

And I heard Odessa's mind was sick
That she was crazier than hell"


and

"Number One in America" David Massengill

"In Nineteen hundred and sixty-three
In my hometown, Bristol Tennessee
I was sitting on my mother's knee
Watching "Amos 'n' Andy" on TV

Amos was Santa Claus on Christmas Eve
A little girl was tugging at his sleeve
Saying, "Can I have a doll my own color please?"
He Said, "Honey, you can make believe..."

Just then came a call on the telephone
It was the mayor, he asked if my daddy was home
This was for his ears alone
Mom and me listened on the second phone

Mayor said, "The freedom Riders are on their way
And they'll be here by Christmas day
Our laws they vow to disobey
'Cause our school is as white as the milky way

Well, now we're really in a fix
We can't let 'em show us up like country hicks
But once the races mix
It's good-bye Jim Crow politics

First it's forty acres and a mule
Then they want to swim in our swimming pool
Pretty soon they'll be wanting to go to school
Where we were taught the golden rule"

Imagine them telling us how to live
Imagine them telling us how to live

We're number one in America
Number one in America
Beat the drum for Uncle Sam
Overcome in Birmingham
Dynamite in a Baptist church
Four teenaged girls lost in the lurch
Fire hoses and the billy clubs
Police dogs and the racist thugs
Nightriders and the lynching mobs
Lawmen say they're only doing their jobs
To stay number one in America.

Ax-handles vs. the right to vote
All white jury, that's all she wrote
Back of the bus, don't rock the boat
Separate but equal by the throat

That was twenty-odd years ago
Where's the change in the status quo?
The freedom land is lying low
It's shackled down on rotten row

The black skinned man still gets the snub
When he applies to the country club
But he still gets hired to trim the shrubs
Get down on the floor and scrub

There's a businessman out on his yacht
He's a rain or sunshine patriot
He says it's all a commie plot
To be Number One in America...

The Ku Klux Klan is still around
With a permit to march in my home town
But only on Virginia's ground
The Tennesse side turned them down

The sheriff stood there with his deputies
Ostensibly to keep the peace
But he made us this guarantee
"By God, They'll not march into Tennessee!"

The network cameras were triple tiered
We laughed and cried, we hooted and jeered
But mostly we stood there unfeared
'Til the Ku Klux Klan dissappeared

In some far off distant dawn
When a Black is president and not a pawn
Will they burn crosses on the white house lawn
And talk of all the days bygone

Imagine them telling us how lo live
Imagine them telling us how to live

We're number one in America...

Last Christmas Eve at the K-Mart store
A white family there, they was dirt poor
Father said, "Kids, pick one toy - no more
Even though we can ill afford..."

I watched his son choose a basketball
The oldest girl a creole shawl
The littlest girl chose a black skinned doll
And she held it to her chest and all

I watched to see how they'd react
Since they were white and the doll was black
But the mom and dad were matter-of-fact
They checked to see if the doll was cracked

So may you make a rebel stand
Where black and white go hand in hand
Until they reach the freedom land
Where the lion lies down with the lamb

O Number one in America
Number one in America
Beat the drum for Uncle Sam
Overcome in Birmingham
Dynamite in a Baptist church
Four teenaged girls lost in the lurch
Firehoses and the billy clubs
Police dogs and the racist thugs
Turn back the clock to Little Rock
Bought and sold on the auction block
Nightriders and the lynching mobs
Lawmen say they're only doing their job
To stay number one in America

We shall overcome someday"


and

"Ready For Memphis" Neal & Leandra

and



Saturday, January 2, 2021

Lori McKenna and "This Town Is A Woman"

Lori McKenna with another stellar creation. This is from her latest release "The Balladeer." 

"This Town Is A Woman"

"She has a rough side where she buries all the scars

And the freedom of a child in the midnight dark

All the crooked roads will only lead you home

This town is a woman


The way you talk is partly her fault

From the back roads to the church parking lot

She knows where you go when you wanna be alone

This town is a woman


You memorized her every curve

She took you in, she gave you nerve

She whispered all those dreams in your ear

But if she can't make those dreams come true

She knows you'll leave cause they always do

She'll wish you well and wait for you right here

Cause this town is a woman


She can feel you there with her eyes closed

Like the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost

She knows things about you nobody else knows

Cause this town is a woman"

Being late to Tim Minchin

 

Tim Minchin is a new talent for me. Here is his site.

"White Wine In The Sun"

I really like Christmas

It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it
I am hardly religious
I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest
And yes, I have all of the usual objections to consumerism
The commercialisation of an ancient religion
And the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
But I still really like it
I'm looking forward to Christmas
Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus
I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
I'll be seeing my dad
My sisters and brother, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
I don't go for ancient wisdom
I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy
And yes I have all of the usual objections to the miseducation
Of children who in tax-exempt institutions are taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs
I'm not expecting great presents
The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate's is just fine by me
Cos I'll be seeing my dad
My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
I'll be seeing my dad
My sisters and brother, my gran and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun
And you, my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter
You'll be handed round the room
Like a puppy at a primary school
And you won't understand
But you will learn yourself one day
That wherever you are and whatever you face
These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world
My sweet blue-eyed girl
And if, my baby girl
When you're twenty-one or thirty-one
And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You'll know what ever comes
Your brother and sister and me and your mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
When Christmas comes
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum
We'll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Darling whenever you come
We'll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun
Waiting for you in the sun
Darling, when Christmas comes
We'll be waiting for you in the sun
Waiting
I, I really like Christmas
It's sentimental, I know

Friday, January 1, 2021

Rodney Crowell reflecting


Rodney Crowell reflecting is as good as it gets. Try on these three masterpieces:

"I Don't Care Anymore" 2020 video from Crowell's "Close Ties" release

The lyrics:

"I used to pull my britches on with just one thing in mind

Make the girls believe that I'm the last one of my kind

Silver toe tips on my boots and a mullet head of hair

All designed to walk into a room and make somebody stare

I don't care anymore if I don't stand out in a crowd

I was better off before I tried to make my mother proud


I came to town a dreaming I could make my mark in spades

Forty odd years later all my best cards have been played

It's a hard knock situation when the accolades bestowed

On your every last creation cries out middle of the road

I don't care anymore about the fortune and the fame

I was better off before I tried to make myself a name


All the money that I blew through like some boot black off the farm

Could not have vanished quicker if I'd shot it in my arm

Some so and so says don't you know the limit is the sky

Next thing I remember I'm unlearning how to fly

I don't care anymore


All those party dolls and favors that I savored from day one

Add up to next to nothing after all is said and done

A real friend tried to tell me man with all respect it's true

The time to put away these things is long since overdue


If indeed I do get lonesome in my mansion on the hill

There's this neighbor's wife I covet for her beauty and her skill

The way she puts herself together sleek in vagabond couture

Makes each mailbox conversation one more heartache to endure

I don't care anymore who does what and why

I was better off before when I was just another guy


I've been lied on, spied on, cried on, tried on, taken for a ride you bet

Fracked, cracked, smacked jack, what you see is what you get

I've been spit at, hit at, quit at, shit at, shouldn't hurt a bit at, what I'm trying to get at

Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice and put the blame on

I don't care anymore"

and

"It Ain't Over Yet"  2017 video from Crowell's "Close Ties" release

The lyrics:

It's like I'm sitting at a bus stop waiting for a train

Exactly how I got here is hard to explain

My heart's in the right place, what's left of it I guess

My heart ain't the problem, it's my mind that's a total mess

With these rickety old legs and watery eyes

It's hard to believe that I could pass for anybody's prize

Here's what I know about the gifts that God gave

You can't take 'em with you when you go to the grave


It ain't over yet, ask someone who ought to know

Not so very long ago we were both hung out to dry

It ain't over yet, you can mark my word

I don't care what you think you heard, we're still learning how to fly

It ain't over yet


For fools like me who were built for the chase

Takes the right kind of woman to help you put it all in place

It only happened once in my life, but man you should have seen

Her hair two shades of foxtail red, her eyes some far out sea blue green

I got caught up making a name for myself, you know what that's about

One day your ship comes rolling in and the next day it rolls right back out

You can't take for granted none of this shit

The higher up you fly boys, the harder you get hit


It ain't over yet, I'll say this about that

You can get up off the mat or you can lay there till you die

It ain't over yet, here's the truth my friend

You can't pack it in and we both know why

It ain't over yet


Silly boys blind to get there first

Think of second chances as some kind of curse

I've known you forever and ever it's true

If you came by it easy, you wouldn't be you

Make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me forget myself


Back when down on my luck kept me up for days

You were there with the right word to help me crawl out of the maze

And when I almost convinced myself I was hipper than thou

You stepped up with a warning shot fired sweet and low across the bow

No you don't walk on water and your sarcasm stings

But the way you move through this old world sure makes a case for angel wings

I was halfway to the bottom when you threw me that line

I quote you now verbatim, "Get your head out of your own behind"


It ain't over yet, what you wanna bet

One more cigarette ain't gonna send you to the grave

It ain't over yet, I've seen your new girlfriend

Thinks you're the living end, great big old sparkle in her eye

It ain't over yet

and 

"The Traveling Kind"  2015 video, title song and Grammy nominee from Crowell's "The Traveling Kind" release"

The lyrics: 

We don't all die young to save our spark

From the ravages of time

But the first and last to leave their mark

Someday become the traveling kind


In the wind are names of poets past

Some were friends of yours and mine

And to those unsung, we lift our glass

May their songs become the traveling kind


We were born to brave this tilted world

With our hearts laid on the line

Be it way-crossed boy or red dirt girl

The song becomes the traveling kind


There are mountains worth their weight in gold

Mere mortals dare not climb

Come ye tipsy, sainted, sinners both

And claim them for the traveling kind


When the music slowly starts to fade

Into the light's last soft decline

Let us lie down in that evening shade

And rest among the traveling kind

And the song goes on for the traveling kind