Vocals & Harmonica - James Cotton
Piano - Mark Moogy Klingman
Guitars - Michael Bloomfield, Todd Rundgren
Bass - Stu Woods
Drums - Joel Bishop O'Brien
Composed by Bob Dylan
Дааам,не съм ти го казвала май от неделя насам, така че - обичам те! Особено, когато успяваш да накараш тежка гемия като мен да започне да се усмихва само 20 минути след като е станала, заради музиката ти :)
You probably wouldn't know about that (do you?), but this song was featured in the soundtrack of Fallout 3, along with some others, which just might be missing from your collection. Here's a link:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=bb3bwmyw
Не че днес си извън character, но не съм спал и са ми по-отворени учшите и като го чух от кухнята ми дойде да кажа нещо като Окееей бе, Бо!, ама такова, mad respect like :)
That's cool, Bo.:)
I've been sitting on a few 30 min. Shahid Parvez records for almost a year now, but never uploaded, thinking noone would care to listen. I think next weekend I will. If you care to make a playlist, I have some Ravi & Anoushka Shankar sitar up :)
Creaking is the door so gently,
Side to side calling your name.
Never ever ever ever open that door,
Things won't be the same.
Crawling is the spiders hand,
Searching for it's prey.
Soon You'll be caught next,
Trapped in the spiders web!
(ghost boy)
Find our eyes before the full moon,
Make sure other mother doesn't find you,
A button in the eye will surely curse you.
The witch will eat you too!
(all of the choir)
Find our eyes before the full moon,
Make sure other mother doesn't find you,
A button in the eye will surely curse you.
The witch will eat you too!
Crawling is the spiders hand,
Searching for it's prey.
Soon You'll be caught next,
Trapped in the spiders web!
P.S. to hearing this at the office now that I am home - such a great tune. I couldn't listen much above a murmur this morning, but now - absolutely immersive.
... since I apparently posted this as lyrics, here goes again:
I had long, dark, wavy hair in the 90's, lots of cassettes, dressed funny and thought McCartney was the cat's pijamas...
Coincidence?
hahaha.. this song brings images of me dancing with my parents at some random new year's party, featuring a 90s DJ with long, dark, wavy hair and a keyboard in front of him, surrounded by cassettes and people dressed funny in crazy colors.... i totally may be making this up.
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain, It's the joy in your heart
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
A shot of a gun in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
.
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail, oh, the promise of spring
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart (repeat)
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay on the face, it's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, drip, drip, drop, the end of the day
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart (repeat)
…the end of the road…a little alone
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
The waters of March…
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
ихаааа Beatles и Back in the USSR !! Измислили са го :) Фиаф + габровска ракия...значи пивко ти звучи? Добре, ще го имам предвид, само сивриите да станат готови :)
Знаеш ли какво - мисля си, че това парче ще върви много добре с габровска ракия и домашно приготвена туршия ( в която обаче задължително трябва да има чушки сиврия).
Между другото вкъщи те очаква подарък - плоча на Beatles, изровена с огромни мъки от руската колекция на нашите. Това да видиш думите СССР и Beatles написани толкова близо едно до друго...
По-култов е само преводът, на който се натъкнах на една друга плоча на The Rolling Stones. Stupid girl = Глупая девочка :)
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Great playlist :) (not to mention for the non-verbal domination)
очарована съм от тая жена. и на мен ми се отразява...полезно:)
последните ти две песни ме укротяват и правят щастлив. този уикенд ще се запозная с Лиза.
Great inspiration!
Typing "Caravan" in the search has become one of the more rewarding music experiences on The Feel Good,
Нали? И на мен ми звучи елхичено :)
Много подходящо ми звучи :) Тъкмо започвам да украсявам елхата..
Vocals & Harmonica - James Cotton
Piano - Mark Moogy Klingman
Guitars - Michael Bloomfield, Todd Rundgren
Bass - Stu Woods
Drums - Joel Bishop O'Brien
Composed by Bob Dylan
Мило, за теб винаги! И зарежи тежките гемии...не е полезно. Слушай музичка и лети!
Дааам,не съм ти го казвала май от неделя насам, така че - обичам те! Особено, когато успяваш да накараш тежка гемия като мен да започне да се усмихва само 20 минути след като е станала, заради музиката ти :)
music is good, story is good, criminally good!
И на мен ми действат така :)
много ги обичaм тези от дълбокия South, само като им чуеш гласа и те обливат едни асоциации със слънце, лежерно, уиски и тютюн :)
Oh yes, as is this (http://thefeelgood.com/sways/2009-02-14) and so many other gems.
Fallout...very scary thing. And you tell me this song is in the soundtrack...I'm amazed:)
I didn't know :)
I first heard this song in a performance of Ray Conniff and the Singers ... but on the record. Тhanks for the link..
You probably wouldn't know about that (do you?), but this song was featured in the soundtrack of Fallout 3, along with some others, which just might be missing from your collection. Here's a link:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=bb3bwmyw
една от онези любими и покъртителни.
beautiful, bo.
mhm, kozmic Janis.
Simply wonderful...
fuck, so great....
прав си, да.
извинявай за негативния коментар:/
доста грозно са го залепили тоя JLH отгоре
What are you guys and why I can't understand you. Music, pictures and mood ... that's all.
fyi, it won't.
bo, that whole modesty episode won't work, fyi
That's what I said last week but she was like nuh, uh, shut up.
all hail bo!
кхкхкх....я стига!
Не че днес си извън character, но не съм спал и са ми по-отворени учшите и като го чух от кухнята ми дойде да кажа нещо като Окееей бе, Бо!, ама такова, mad respect like :)
:)
This is one my favourite pieces! :)
With pleasure!! :)
That's cool, Bo.:)
I've been sitting on a few 30 min. Shahid Parvez records for almost a year now, but never uploaded, thinking noone would care to listen. I think next weekend I will. If you care to make a playlist, I have some Ravi & Anoushka Shankar sitar up :)
Беше прекрасна вечер!
:) Зарежи асприна, аз закусвам кафе и остатъците от торта. Това е моята нова анти-главобол терапия!
Creaking is the door so gently,
Side to side calling your name.
Never ever ever ever open that door,
Things won't be the same.
Crawling is the spiders hand,
Searching for it's prey.
Soon You'll be caught next,
Trapped in the spiders web!
(ghost boy)
Find our eyes before the full moon,
Make sure other mother doesn't find you,
A button in the eye will surely curse you.
The witch will eat you too!
(all of the choir)
Find our eyes before the full moon,
Make sure other mother doesn't find you,
A button in the eye will surely curse you.
The witch will eat you too!
Crawling is the spiders hand,
Searching for it's prey.
Soon You'll be caught next,
Trapped in the spiders web!
You're right, thanks!
actually the title is "For What It's Worth"...
Great music! :) and great blues ;)
Have the hippiest day :)
:)
mhmmmm :)
always love the blues :)
P.S. to hearing this at the office now that I am home - such a great tune. I couldn't listen much above a murmur this morning, but now - absolutely immersive.
How great and true, true, true is that "History repeats itself"!
It just clicked with me that you're paying respects.. as is probably Maya.
Моите родители студенти мн. са ревали.
khkhkh
LOL, what were you doing DJ-ing at my parents' new year's party while being 10 years old?
... since I apparently posted this as lyrics, here goes again:
I had long, dark, wavy hair in the 90's, lots of cassettes, dressed funny and thought McCartney was the cat's pijamas...
Coincidence?
haha me toooo
haha me toooo
hahaha.. this song brings images of me dancing with my parents at some random new year's party, featuring a 90s DJ with long, dark, wavy hair and a keyboard in front of him, surrounded by cassettes and people dressed funny in crazy colors.... i totally may be making this up.
This song is one of my oldest memories of Beatles. Tape, cassette and my mother - my Beatles guru :)
it's funny - I didn't know about music and Murakami made me learn this one by heart.
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain, It's the joy in your heart
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
A shot of a gun in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
.
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail, oh, the promise of spring
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart (repeat)
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay on the face, it's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, drip, drip, drop, the end of the day
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart (repeat)
…the end of the road…a little alone
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
The waters of March…
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
The waters of March
I want more!
I'm so agree!
I'm so agree!
Love the backing musicians.
She's as smooth and rich as swiss unsalted butter.
this is really cool.
i love it!
Me tooo
Sometimes I miss our version - "Zelenoto" :(
ихаааа Beatles и Back in the USSR !! Измислили са го :) Фиаф + габровска ракия...значи пивко ти звучи? Добре, ще го имам предвид, само сивриите да станат готови :)
Знаеш ли какво - мисля си, че това парче ще върви много добре с габровска ракия и домашно приготвена туршия ( в която обаче задължително трябва да има чушки сиврия).
Между другото вкъщи те очаква подарък - плоча на Beatles, изровена с огромни мъки от руската колекция на нашите. Това да видиш думите СССР и Beatles написани толкова близо едно до друго...
По-култов е само преводът, на който се натъкнах на една друга плоча на The Rolling Stones. Stupid girl = Глупая девочка :)
:) love it..
Admiration for the photo.
It's actually my phone's wallpaper from about a month.
I forgot how much I loved this song.
Totally awesome.
Thank you for the comment, I'm fan of Perlman too.
But lets not forget Carlos Gardel :)
It's so famous, that's practically a pop-tune :)
Big fan of Perlman, one of my favourite 20th century fiddler-virtuosos.
You know how truly, madly, deeply I love this photo. I even put it in my "Homage to 23" list :)
haha..NO, thank goodness :))
oh no.. do you work in a coal mine? that must suck.. ;)
This is my Work-Inspiration-Song ... glad you like it :)
haha, this is fun!
Juno, yes?
Welcome to the feel good, better if you keep it up :)