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A song of the Sixties....
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Posted by TammyJo, Monday, 1 September 2008 11:36:10 AM
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I am still quite amazed...at the way this thread has developed.
Most of us are offering a song.. and in doing so are probably saying something from ourselves.. I hope we READ and actually reflect on those lyrics.... Tammy Jo and Foxy.. yes indeedy..and CJ.. the thing which floors me is the truth of what that Jagger song says..but it seems to go over your head...in one ear and out the other. McLeans song is interpreted by many.. and some suggest it is about the plane crash deaths of Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and Big Bopper... but he denies this, preferring to allow people to speculate. To me..it is a metaphore for the loss of any iconically important idea or value. "Father Knows Best" might be one of them.... The Music of the 60s was searching.. and often (as the last line of McCleans song says) "I saw satan laughing with delight The day the music died" I think this is more a cry of triumph of evil.. thinking it has actually 'won' the war on the cultural level at least. One might ask...(as I did) "Now that the old has gone...where do we go from here?".... New wine cannot go into old wineskins... Mark 2:22 Posted by Polycarp, Tuesday, 2 September 2008 8:54:33 AM
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So 'American Pie' was really about the demise of 'Father Knows Best' eh? Somehow I don't think so...
Today's song for Boazy to misinterpret: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQkylt8PX5g "My sweet lord Hm, my lord Hm, my lord I really want to see you Really want to be with you Really want to see you lord But it takes so long, my lord My sweet lord Hm, my lord Hm, my lord I really want to know you Really want to go with you Really want to show you lord That it wont take long, my lord (hallelujah) My sweet lord (hallelujah) Hm, my lord (hallelujah) My sweet lord (hallelujah) I really want to see you Really want to see you Really want to see you, lord Really want to see you, lord But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah) My sweet lord (hallelujah) Hm, my lord (hallelujah) My, my, my lord (hallelujah) I really want to know you (hallelujah) Really want to go with you (hallelujah) Really want to show you lord (aaah) That it wont take long, my lord (hallelujah) Hmm (hallelujah) My sweet lord (hallelujah) My, my, lord (hallelujah) Hm, my lord (hare krishna) My, my, my lord (hare krishna) Oh hm, my sweet lord (krishna, krishna) Oh-uuh-uh (hare hare) Now, I really want to see you (hare rama) Really want to be with you (hare rama) Really want to see you lord (aaah) But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah) Hm, my lord (hallelujah) My, my, my lord (hare krishna) My sweet lord (hare krishna) My sweet lord (krishna krishna) My lord (hare hare) Hm, hm (gurur brahma) Hm, hm (gurur vishnu) Hm, hm (gurur devo) Hm, hm (maheshwara) My sweet lord (gurur sakshaat) My sweet lord (parabrahma) My, my, my lord (tasmayi shree) My, my, my, my lord (guruve namah) My sweet lord (hare rama) [fade:] (hare krishna) My sweet lord (hare krishna) My sweet lord (krishna krishna) My lord (hare hare)" (George Harrison, 1969) Posted by CJ Morgan, Tuesday, 2 September 2008 10:46:17 AM
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Not entirely sure you've picked this right, Boaz.
>>Most of us are offering a song.. and in doing so are probably saying something from ourselves.<< See, here's the thing. The English composer Ralph Vaughan Williams was perpetually plagued by people aproaching him and asking him what his symphonies "mean" - particularly the sixth, which was composed immediately after WWII. Was it about Hiroshima, perhaps, or a tribute to the fallen? His response was that "It never seems to occur to people that a man might just want to write a piece of music". Which Don McLean echoed in his refusal to speculate on any specific meaning to "American Pie". Here's my point. I don't think that the actual selection of a particular song to grace this thread contains any relevance whatsoever. But as Vaughan Williams discovered, there's no shortage of people wanting to read meaning into something that is, deep down, just "a piece of music". So quite possibly, it is in fact the meaning that we individualy decide to attribute to a particular set of lyrics, that ends up speaking volumes about our character. Intriguingly, the only person on this thread to have attempted to do this is... you, Boaz. I'd suggest that says it all. Posted by Pericles, Tuesday, 2 September 2008 11:11:44 AM
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Dear Polycarp,
"I'm just an old fashioned girl with an old fashioned mind Not sophisticated, I'm the sweet and simple kind I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire I want an old fashioned car, a cerise Cadillac, Long enough to put a bowling alley in the back..." Posted by Foxy, Tuesday, 2 September 2008 11:57:40 AM
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I went passed this thread a few times, and I didnt realize how many old "fossils" we had here! I read through most of the songs, and while I was holding my mouth, trying not to gag, I noticed no heavy metal!lol
Why is this so? What about some of the greats like, AC/DC, The angels, Quite riot, U2 and so on. I believe you must read between the lines before you can understand the song. Now! I am known for my practical jokes when making new songs and I see no creativity in the work so far. Some pieces like CJ's, needs a lot more work.(My advice is to grab your relevant papers, and wipe your arse with it.(smile) Being a real song writer/performer/musician, I can see you all need much help! So I wrote a song just for you all. Its called, Carp-in-hood and his fairy-men! But you must wait for the single to come out! Its bound to be number one on the charts.(smile) EVO Posted by EVO, Tuesday, 2 September 2008 3:00:14 PM
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I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.
I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that youre in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died