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Posted: 14 January 2017 10:47 PM   [ Ignore ]
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You know when I switch on my truck radio, which is tuned into KSUT (NPR) it feels to me like Russian roulette -
See, I can’t help it, they play contemporary “cool” music,  most the music being pumped out these days does nothing for me,
and much of it make me run - well slam the radio shut - thus the radio roulette - at its best it’s boring derivative schlock, too often I’m stuck listening to down right garbage (in my ears),
the squeaky smarmy voices that get air-time these days, lordie, lordie, click, I rather listen to gears shifting.

Thus it’s wonderful to have a new song come in over the airwaves that’s like a breath of fresh air.
Thus it was with this little ditty that had me bouncing in my seat and in awe of their storytelling, ... worksmithing. 
Not that it’s Pulitzer Prize stuff, but considering how many lyricists these days think all they need is to come up with is a sentence or two,
then repeat them dozen words ad nausea and call it good,
it’s wonderful to hear snappy lyrics and a kick you in the ass story, delivered by sweet solid voices and good make your backbone move music.
I loved it, and hope at least some of you will find it as charming.  cheese


I believe another reason why it so resonated with me was that it seemed a perfect metaphorical description of our
silly self-absorbed thoughtless American Sheople who have collectively handed our government over to people who want to destroy it.

In an odd way it was a cosmic giggle in that it arrived on the air waves just when my nosediving spirit really appreciated some sort of affirming lifeline
no matter how tenuous.  A good laugh, a lil spontaneous dance and fun tracking the lyrics.  A reminder that good homespun music was still being made.
Felt nice and I think the song (and band) is worth sharing.

“Diamonds And Gold” by The Cannondolls
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_0rQEv3iBo

Published on Sep 28, 2016
An original song! Live from Civic Center Park in beautiful downtown Denver, Colorado for the Civic Center Eats event
Featuring:
Caitlin Cannon - Guitar & Lead Vocals
Kate Willyard - Cajon & Vocals
Alissa Wolf - Violin

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Posted: 14 January 2017 11:08 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 1 ]
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Speaking of metaphorical reflections of what just happened in WashingtonDC and our country this song here is way more direct,
and every bit as cool, perhaps you could even call it a prettier (if just as direct) song.
Also a Colorado band.

Oakhurst - Moonshine Still
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iAjEbRZ9jA
2008ish

Can’t resist tossing in, the mandolin player is one my tightest bros, going way back.  Watched him play his first guitar when it was bigger than he was.  It’s been a fun ride.  Too bad, it seems to have been a one shot deal.  I mourn that my kids and grandkids will never experience the world as it was not so long ago.

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Posted: 14 January 2017 11:21 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 2 ]
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Alright I need a trinity for closure.  There’s no competition.

The Last Resort
Eagles
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hdx6oyBOVj0

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She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee,
Just as her father came across the sea

She heard about a place people were smilin’,
They spoke about the red man’s way, how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars out for a good time,
Can’t wait to tell you all what it’s like up there
And they called it paradise, I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down across the desert,
Through the canyons of the coast to the Malibu
Where the pretty people play hungry for power
To light their neon way and give them things to do

Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught ‘em,
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes and, Jesus, people bought ‘em
And they called it paradise, the place to be,
They watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign ‘Jesus is Coming’,
Brought the white man’s burden down, brought the white man’s reign

Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny and in the name of God

And you can see them there on Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about what it’s like up there
They called it paradise, I don’t know why
You call some place paradise, kiss it goodbye

Written by Glenn Frey, Don Henley • Copyright © Cass County Music / Wisteria Music / Privet Music, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Red Cloud Music

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Posted: 18 January 2017 02:08 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 3 ]
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Okay, been hoping someone would add to this list.

So, now I turn it into an invitation.

What kind of play-list can we come up with?    tongue rolleye

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Posted: 18 January 2017 08:45 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 4 ]
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Golden Country by REO Speedwagon

Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin’ just what comes after
Well your blacks are dyin’ but your back is still turned

And your freaks are cryin’ but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand

Mortgage people you crawl to your homes
Your security lies in your bed of white foam
You act concerned but then why turn away
When a lady was raped on your doorstep today
Well your blacks are cryin’ but your back is still turned

And your freaks are dyin’ but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn
The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand, oh yeah…...

Golden country your face is so red
With all of your money your poor can be fed
You strut around and you flirt with disaster
Never really carin’ just what comes after

Well your blacks are dyin’ but your back is still turned
And your freaks are cryin’ but your back is still turned
You better stop your hidin or your country will burn

The time has come for you my friend
To all this ugliness we must put an end
Before we leave we must make a stand

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Posted: 18 January 2017 08:49 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 5 ]
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Mr Greed by John Fogerty

Mr. Greed, why you got to own everything that you see?
Mr. Greed, why you put a chain on everybody livin’ free?
You’re hungerin’ for his house, you’re hungerin’ for his wife,
And your appetite will never be denied.
You’re a devil of consumption; I hope you choke, Mr. Greed.

How do you get away with robbin’? Did your mother teach you how?
I hear you got away with murder, did you do your mama proud?

Mr. Greed, why you got to take more than you can ever use?
Bring ‘em to their knees; isn’t it enough just to win while they lose?
You bring no honor to the game, you feast upon the blood and pain,
But the bones you hoard can only bring you shame.
There’s corruption in your path, be that your epitaph, Mr. Greed.

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Posted: 18 January 2017 08:54 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 6 ]
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And maybe the most appropriate song for this inauguration…

Obscenity Prayer by Rodney Crowell

Give to me my time and money
Give to me my milk and honey
Give to me my self respect
Golden chains around my neck

Give to me my super model
Corporate jet and champagne bottle
Get me out there on the town
Let me spread my wealth around

I could learn to love this life I lead
But just don’t take away the things I need

I feel rosy in the pink
So just don’t make me stop and think
All those dark thoughts in my head
Seem like better left unsaid
Give it to me

(Give it, give it, give it, give it)
Give it to me
(Give it, give it, give it, give it)
Give it to me
(Give it, give it, give it, give it)
(Give it, give it, give it, give it)

Give to me my latest fashion
Make my lover burn with passion
Give to me my charm and wit
Keep my body young and fit

Give to…

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Posted: 18 January 2017 09:06 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 7 ]
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But wait, there’s more!

Your Flag Decal Won’t Get You Into Heaven Any More by John Prine

While digesting Reader’s Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped it on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I’d tell her how good I feel.

But your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.
They’re already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don’t like killin’
No matter what the reason’s for,
And your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.

Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me,
“If you join the Christmas club
We’ll give you ten of them flags for free.”
Well, I didn’t mess around a bit
I took him up on what he said.
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife’s forehead.

Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn’t see.
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree.
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I’ll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said…

But your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.
We’re already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don’t like killin’
No matter what the reason’s for,
And your flag decal won’t get you
Into Heaven any more.

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Posted: 18 January 2017 09:09 PM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 8 ]
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In case you haven’t guessed, I have a playlist of protest songs. More than one actually. You’d a thunk after all that great music we’d know better than to elect someone as blatantly narcissistic, greedy and cold hearted as Donald Trump. Seems we got fooled again.

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Posted: 21 January 2017 07:59 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 9 ]
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Okay Darron, I’ll see your bet and raise you, by invoking the master.    wink  I mean downer

“Masters Of War” by Bob Dylan Lyrics
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zJEjYY4TTjM

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead

Songwriters: Bob Dylan
Masters of War lyrics © Bob Dylan Music Co.

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Posted: 21 January 2017 08:00 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 10 ]
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A Hard Rains Gonna Fall
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ex-m-eEKsg

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son
And where have you been, my darling young one
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son
And what did you see, my darling young one
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

Songwriters: Bob Dylan
A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall lyrics © Bob Dylan Music Co.

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Posted: 21 January 2017 08:05 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 11 ]
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It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYajHZ4QUVM

It’s Alright, Ma
Bob Dylan

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn that he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation’s page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you’d just be
One more person crying

So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don’t hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged
It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that he’s in

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only

Songwriters: Bob Dylan
It’s Alright, Ma lyrics © Bob Dylan Music Co.

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Posted: 22 January 2017 06:22 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 12 ]
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DarronS - 18 January 2017 09:09 PM

In case you haven’t guessed, I have a playlist of protest songs. More than one actually. You’d a thunk after all that great music we’d know better than to elect someone as blatantly narcissistic, greedy and cold hearted as Donald Trump. Seems we got fooled again.

“WE” didn’t elect him. There has always been a large percentage of the population that is stupid and thick headed, who vote against their own interests, who are ready to follow the Music Man and his empty promises right off a cliff. The percentage was just higher than usual this time for a variety of reasons that had nothing to do with anything resembling thinking—or, as I’m beginning to think more and more, that the election was rigged. Whatever it was, I’m not going to stand idly by and say “WE” elected him. “WE” did no such thing. “WE” voted AGAINST this narcissric, cold hearted and destructive candidate and we shouldn’t forget it. He’s not MY president. He’s a fraud. The weaknesses in our system allowed him to occupy the position of president and we’re unfortunately stuck with him and his greedy, narcissistic and stupid followers. We can only hope the rest of system prevents the worst of the destruction he could wreak on our country, its economy, our safety and our way of life. We’ve never in the history of the United States had such a dishonorable person as president. We thought we didn’t need specific laws to contain a destructive rogue. We never thought the stupid percentage of the electorate would grow so large. We were blindsided. We made the enormous error of thinking this kind of thing couldn’t happen here—that it only happened in corrupt banana republics with an uneducated populace. Now we’ve learning our lesson the hard way. We’ve been too trusting.  I hope we can survive it and can prevent it from ever happening again with tougher, more specific laws designed to keep such a president from taking advantage of the gaping loopholes in the systen and becoming a dictator. Meanwhile, we have to bite the bullet and hope the stupid percentage of the electorate finally learns its lesson. But I will never say “WE” voted him in and I will never say he is MY president. He’s a dangerous rogue—we don’t even know yet how dangerous—who infiltrated the White House and took advantage of our certainty that the checks and balances built into the system would prevent such an outcome. We were wrong and too trusting and we have to admit it. We must be stronger and more vigilant in order to keep the damage to a minimum and pass laws to close the loopholes that allowed it and prevent it from ever happening again. We have to start with denying that “WE” caused this dangerous situation. “WE” did no such thing except for being too trusting of the system that we thought was working when it was failing.

The music and lyrics are nice, but we need much more than music to get us out of this unprecedented situation that threatens to stop the music forever.

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Posted: 22 January 2017 07:29 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 13 ]
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LoisL - 22 January 2017 06:22 AM
DarronS - 18 January 2017 09:09 PM

In case you haven’t guessed, I have a playlist of protest songs. More than one actually. You’d a thunk after all that great music we’d know better than to elect someone as blatantly narcissistic, greedy and cold hearted as Donald Trump. Seems we got fooled again.

“WE” didn’t elect him.

We allowed him to get elected.
We are guilty!
Everyone will pay the price.


Now we have returned to our respective bubble, lefties to bitch among themselves.
And Republicans, not giving a damned, ready to ram their most radical agenda though Congress, while we whine on the sidelines.

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Posted: 22 January 2017 08:11 AM   [ Ignore ]   [ # 14 ]
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Apathy votes every bit as decisively as informed voting does.

Republicans have a Greed Inspired God* Given self-serving and ultimately myopic and self-destructive absolutist agenda to drive down our throats.
While got our smugness.


It’s a tragedy they mistake their own personal avarice and egomania for “God” - while rationalist simply go along for the ride.
It’s a hard rain that’s going to fall.  downer

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Citizenschallenge-v.3 - 22 January 2017 07:29 AM
LoisL - 22 January 2017 06:22 AM
DarronS - 18 January 2017 09:09 PM

In case you haven’t guessed, I have a playlist of protest songs. More than one actually. You’d a thunk after all that great music we’d know better than to elect someone as blatantly narcissistic, greedy and cold hearted as Donald Trump. Seems we got fooled again.

“WE” didn’t elect him.

We allowed him to get elected.
We are guilty!
Everyone will pay the price.


Now we have returned to our respective bubble, lefties to bitch among themselves.
And Republicans, not giving a damned, ready to ram their most radical agenda though Congress, while we whine on the sidelines.

I didn’t allow him to get elected either. I did everything I could to prevent it and so did a lot of other people.

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