U.Utah Phillips- Loafer's Glory- The Hobo Jungle of The Mind- Black History by Texhobart on Mixcloud
ameneurosis- n. the half-forlorn, half-escapist ache of a train whistle calling in the distance at night.
Ashland Woods Morning
Monday, January 28, 2013
THE ROLLING STONES "Memory Motel" (Jagger/Richards)
Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her nose were slightly curved
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well
It took a starry to steal my breath away
Down on the water front
Her hair all drenched in spray
Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her teeth were slightly curved
She took my guitar and she began to play
She sang a song to me
Stuck right in my brain
You're just a memory of a love
That used to be
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me
She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Well she's one of a kind
She's got a mind
She got a mind of her own
And she use it mighty fine
She drove a pick-up truck
Painted green and blue
The tires were wearing thin
She turned a mile or two
When I asked her where she headed for
"Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar"
I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge
My nerves are shot already
The road ain't all that smooth
Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone
I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl
You're just a sweet memory
And it used to mean so much to me
Sha la la la la
She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Mighty fine, she's one of a kind
On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze
We've been ten thousand miles
Been in fifteen states
Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried
What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor
It's just some friends of mine
And they're busting down the door
Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel
Her eyes were hazel
And her nose were slightly curved
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well
It took a starry to steal my breath away
Down on the water front
Her hair all drenched in spray
Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
Her eyes were hazel
And her teeth were slightly curved
She took my guitar and she began to play
She sang a song to me
Stuck right in my brain
You're just a memory of a love
That used to be
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me
She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Well she's one of a kind
She's got a mind
She got a mind of her own
And she use it mighty fine
She drove a pick-up truck
Painted green and blue
The tires were wearing thin
She turned a mile or two
When I asked her where she headed for
"Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar"
I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge
My nerves are shot already
The road ain't all that smooth
Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone
I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl
You're just a sweet memory
And it used to mean so much to me
Sha la la la la
She got a mind of her own
And she use it well
Mighty fine, she's one of a kind
On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze
We've been ten thousand miles
Been in fifteen states
Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried
What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor
It's just some friends of mine
And they're busting down the door
Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel
Alabaster Heart
old love letters make
the young man made old
a finely granular variety of gypsum
rhythmically blood circulates
often white and translucent
objects in motion
oxygenated blood
tend to cling and hang on
I remember loving you
she foolishly thought of me in that way
ghost in my head
the way she made me feel
like a missing piece
I'm not so proud anymore
particles of my eternal dusty memory
plagued by various forms of psychosis
old feelings pour in
hopes won't make me innocent
jesus christ,
pain floods the center of the total personality
my smile,my laugh
don't greet the strangers at your door
don't live among the heartless...
the young man made old
a finely granular variety of gypsum
rhythmically blood circulates
often white and translucent
objects in motion
oxygenated blood
tend to cling and hang on
I remember loving you
she foolishly thought of me in that way
ghost in my head
the way she made me feel
like a missing piece
I'm not so proud anymore
particles of my eternal dusty memory
plagued by various forms of psychosis
old feelings pour in
hopes won't make me innocent
jesus christ,
pain floods the center of the total personality
my smile,my laugh
don't greet the strangers at your door
don't live among the heartless...
Inside Slow Fade Heart (Beautiful Things)
Inside Slow Fade Heart (Beautiful Things)
-
The Bastard Song
I'll Take You There (Movie Clip) -
Inside
Emaluna -
Everything Put Together Falls Apart
Paul Simon -
Why You
Carol Elizabeth Jones & Laurel Bliss -
Love Comes To A Simple Heart
Chuck Hall -
The Man In Me
Bob Dylan -
How to Open My Heart in 4 Easy Steps
Erin McKeown -
Living of Love
The Avett Brothers -
Petty Crimes
Bill Pillmore -
Clocks
Emmylou Harris -
The Up And Down
Dead Heart Bloom -
Reflecting Light
Sam Phillips -
Too Much Truth, Too Much Love
Dave Mason & Cass Elliot -
Think About You
Greg Brown -
There But For The Grace of God Go I
Pole Cat Creek -
Beautiful Things
Gungor -
Sunday Morning
Elizabeth Cook -
Empty Pockets
One Beer Prophet -
Hold On
Holly Williams -
Rocking Chair
Eric Bibb -
I Believe (When I Fall In Love It Will Be Forever)
Stevie Wonder
Saturday, January 26, 2013
my mixing gusto, my storytelling gusto, imaginative charmer
ask yourself about the pictures you see
when you are listening to my music
musical hopes shadows of the evening
shipwrecked, castaways, for the listener
newness of a song can't last long, fleeting
like kisses of your first girl friend in summer
ask yourself about the places you go with my mixing
manic mixing, obsession to place 20 songs for 80 mins.
I fancy 78 mins. myself without same letter follow another
same first letter of the artist can't be next on the running order
method to madness, my mind holds songs, feelings & expressions
fitting to have a heart of home in these song obsessions
ask yourself about the rain and sun of these mixes
rise, pummeled, set & poured into your open door
your open windows of your heart, mind & time, yes, time
my time spent working at my desk, fleshing out idyllically
the echos of my mind, though sound but stable as static
noise to drown, time allows me, as once did drink for sorrows
ask yourself about the frames of mind, friends on the internet
the importance of people and the holiness of the the soul
the signs on the windows of the soul, out of your control
I've come to believe I am a solemn conservative atheist
that freight train of thought, is better sold than bought
I am a lost soul searching, I am seeking a freedom profound
when you are listening to my music
musical hopes shadows of the evening
shipwrecked, castaways, for the listener
newness of a song can't last long, fleeting
like kisses of your first girl friend in summer
ask yourself about the places you go with my mixing
manic mixing, obsession to place 20 songs for 80 mins.
I fancy 78 mins. myself without same letter follow another
same first letter of the artist can't be next on the running order
method to madness, my mind holds songs, feelings & expressions
fitting to have a heart of home in these song obsessions
ask yourself about the rain and sun of these mixes
rise, pummeled, set & poured into your open door
your open windows of your heart, mind & time, yes, time
my time spent working at my desk, fleshing out idyllically
the echos of my mind, though sound but stable as static
noise to drown, time allows me, as once did drink for sorrows
ask yourself about the frames of mind, friends on the internet
the importance of people and the holiness of the the soul
the signs on the windows of the soul, out of your control
I've come to believe I am a solemn conservative atheist
that freight train of thought, is better sold than bought
I am a lost soul searching, I am seeking a freedom profound
To Let You Be, Breezy Brie
-
Whistle Down The Wind
Tom Waits -
A Kiss In The Rain
Ralph McTell -
Quiet of the Night
Karan Casey -
Life Is Beautiful
Ryan Adams -
Like a Rose
Lucinda Williams -
What I Really Mean
Robert Earl Keen, Jr. -
Don't Bother with White Satin
The Seldom Scene -
Make You Feel My Love
Adele -
Lonesome Town
Jerry Garcia -
Mama You’ve Been On My Mind
George Harrison -
Sometimes
Daniel Lanois -
Funny, Familiar, Forgotten Feelings
Don Gibson -
Grudge
Phillips & Driver -
The Wonder
Kris Kristofferson -
True Colors
Caroline Herring -
Naked
Ben Lee -
Songs To Aging Children Come
Joni Mitchell -
Lorraine's Song
Grayson Capps -
Not With Haste
Mumford and Sons -
Hallelujah
Jeff Buckley
Friday, January 25, 2013
Home Is The State of Mind ( for Wolf)
-
In The Back Of The Real
Allen Ginsberg -
Death Letter
David Johansen & the Harry Smiths -
Never Go Home
Gentlemen Jim -
What Good Can Drinkin' Do
Janis Joplin -
Kentucky Blues
Little Hat Jones -
Man I'm Lovin'
Jo Ann Kelly -
The Moon May Rise in Blood
Blind James Campbell -
Losers
Dave Van Ronk -
Dear Abby
John Prine -
The Last Thing On My Mind (1966)
Doc & Merle Watson -
The Only Living Boy In New York
Simon and Garfunkel -
Long Cold Winter
Elin Ruth -
Anyone Else But You
The Moldy Peaches -
Charlie's Last Song
Loudon Wainwright III -
Don't Let It Bring You Down
Neil Young -
The Bucket Tramp
Brody Douglas Hunt -
The Rocky Mount Shout
Rabbit Muse -
Worry B Gone
Guy Clark -
In Spite Of All The Damage
The Be Good Tanyas -
My Epitaph
Flat Mountain Girls -
Land Called Home
Jim White -
Only In The Past
George Waldrop
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Work Can Set Me Free
By: George Waldrop
I made up my mind to be happy
my life upon the merry-go-round
work is not only about me
find the beauty in every tree
work can set me free
work can desensitize, take your mind
make you blind so it's hard to see
work is not only about me
find the beauty in every tree
work can set me free
this freedom is not the pride I take away
this freedom is not the money I made today
it's knowing the job I did, done the right way
completing each task at hand with my fellow man
I'm proud to say, "thank you for recycling"
to the customers I greet when I'm out on the truck
sometimes I need to send out good vibes
to let everyone know I'm blessed to be alive
work is not only about me
find the beauty in every tree
work can set me free
I rely on that happy humble feeling inside
the one that lets me feel alive, that happy humble feeling
work is not only about me
find the beauty in every tree
work can set me free
these days are short but hours are long
I know in my heart this is where I belong
work is not only about me
find the beauty in every tree
work can set me free
I made up my mind to be happy
my life upon the merry-go-round
work is not only about me
find the beauty in every tree
work can set me free
Friday, January 18, 2013
Mankind Has Fallen Out of Grace
My Life Is A Beautiful Sadness
By: George Waldrop
my flesh is so weak, my bones are fragile today
the beautiful things my life holds like a wet blanket
the sadness in my soul is a shiny and hot magnet
for all this rainy
a weakest mirror like a flash in the pan, the true measure of a man
today I know no convenience, I know no comfort
my head knows this place, keeps no pace with beauty
and I'm scared
my head plays catch with guilt and the art of let downs
and I'm scared
all I have is today's misery
all I have is tears and regrets
my fears are that all I will have is miserable days
confessed fears make for understood ways
to feed the emptiness in my soul, living for today
in this work life, it's no longer my time
like a poem written in fear, a torn and shaky rhyme
crying out with a distressed emotion
this sea of
fluttering fright, heartbeat of trepidation
who do I call out for?
my absent god?
mercy is a blessing
my absent god?
I'm only guessing
mercy from myself
I grant myself
I pardon myself
this fear is mine
I live with it
I own it
I understand it
-
You Are Not Alone
Mavis Staples -
The Way of Alone
Jim White -
Sunday In Savannah
Nina Simone -
A Tramp On The Street
U.Utah Phillips (Loafer's Glory) -
What Is Man
Johnny Cash -
No Earthly Good
Billy Joe Shaver -
No Place to Fly
Willie Nelson -
Lord, I Have Made You a Place in My Heart
Cry Cry Cry -
Come on Up To the House
The Front Porch Swingin' Liquor Pigs -
Jesus
The Velvet Underground -
Method Acting / Cortez the Killer (Conor Oberst & Neil Young)
Dave Rawlings Machine -
That Feel
Tom Waits -
Outfit
Drive-By Truckers -
Earth Is a Woman
Greg Brown -
Mother Earth
Kemp Harris -
The Great Song Of The Sky
Donovan -
The Light Was Worth The Candle
Eric Bibb -
My Life Is A Beautiful Sadness
George Waldrop
Thursday, January 17, 2013
My Life Is A Beautiful Sadness
my flesh is so weak, my bones are fragile today
the beautiful things my life holds like a wet blanket
the sadness in my soul is a shiny and hot magnet
for all this rainy cold, am I growing old, pain I hold
a weakest mirror like a flash in the pan, the true measure of a man
today I know no convenience, I know no comfort
my head knows this place, keeps no pace with beauty
and I'm scared
my head plays catch with guilt and the art of let downs
and I'm scared
all I have is today's misery
all I have is tears and regrets
my fears are that all I will have is miserable days
confessed fears make for understood ways
to feed the emptiness in my soul, living for today
in this work life, it's no longer my time
like a poem written in fear, a torn and shaky rhyme
crying out with a distressed emotion
this sea of pain, the seachange of my ocean
fluttering fright, heartbeat of trepidation
who do I call out for?
my absent god?
mercy is a blessing
my absent god?
I'm only guessing
mercy from myself
I grant myself
I pardon myself
this fear is mine
I live with it
I own it
I understand it
the beautiful things my life holds like a wet blanket
the sadness in my soul is a shiny and hot magnet
for all this rainy cold, am I growing old, pain I hold
a weakest mirror like a flash in the pan, the true measure of a man
today I know no convenience, I know no comfort
my head knows this place, keeps no pace with beauty
and I'm scared
my head plays catch with guilt and the art of let downs
and I'm scared
all I have is today's misery
all I have is tears and regrets
my fears are that all I will have is miserable days
confessed fears make for understood ways
to feed the emptiness in my soul, living for today
in this work life, it's no longer my time
like a poem written in fear, a torn and shaky rhyme
crying out with a distressed emotion
this sea of pain, the seachange of my ocean
fluttering fright, heartbeat of trepidation
who do I call out for?
my absent god?
mercy is a blessing
my absent god?
I'm only guessing
mercy from myself
I grant myself
I pardon myself
this fear is mine
I live with it
I own it
I understand it
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Breaking The Constraints of a Individual
use your speech to convey
what your heart says to you
in a ordinary way
oh,to communicate
oh,to make known
I am learning everyday
through listening to my heart
I've shone to myself how I have grown
with these delicate hours alone
I've been blessed with the grace to think
about what is best for myself
carefully I thought about all that I got
to give in my friendly way
I'm not living for anyone
I'm living for today
I have my own special way
to succeed,prosper & grow
meeting my needs
I am an individual
I'm not like everyone else
that's all I need to know
distinguished from a group
I don't separate because,
that makes me vulnerable
it's in these good common things
connections
human things
I share with others
friendships are very contagious
transmitted to courage
human things
doing right to make better
the common good for all
I do know how people are sometimes,
disappointing,to do what's easy,lazy
I have courage,to solve problems
I can always work to make myself
a better person,some one to believe in
not so much as a leader
but,get beyond the constraints of a individual
limitation or restriction
to make myself useful
so god can use me
I can help others
I feel others need me
I am a tool
for fixing
I am here if you need me
ready to serve
to be apart
to give back
something to show for
how I live
Sunday, January 13, 2013
The First Date
-
Highlands- Seeker of Superstitions
George Waldrop -
Wrote A Song For Everyone
Creedence Clearwater Revival -
When the Party's Over
Janis Ian -
Memory Motel
The Rolling Stones -
Rockin' Chair
The Band -
Southern States
The Essex Green -
Pussy Heaven
Dan Reeder -
Close To You
Muddy Waters -
Boogie
John Hartford -
Blue Eyes (Gram Parsons tribute)
Uncle Tupelo -
Sugar Mountain
Neil Young -
Love Will See You Through
Daniel Johnston -
Spaceball Ricochet
T. Rex -
Why Can't A Man Stand Alone?
Elvis Costello -
I Just Needed a Friend
First Aid Kit -
Heart Open Wide
Emaluna -
Wagon Wheel
Old Crow Medicine Show -
Yesterday Comes Too Soon
Forest Sun -
Luck Man Rag
Eric Bibb -
Highlands (edit)
Bob Dylan -
Leaving Grayson
Stevie Barr
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Wholeness to the Wise of Heart
The cover art is a painting I did back in 2006 it's called “Don't Roost To High For Me”. Anyway, Greg Brown is my favorite songwriter right now.
-
I Want My Country Back
Greg Brown -
Freak Flag
Greg Brown -
Summer Evening
Greg Brown -
Hymns to What Is Left
Greg Brown -
Just By Myself
Greg Brown -
Poet Game
Greg Brown -
End of the Party
Greg Brown -
Rexroth's Daughter
Greg Brown -
Waiting on You
Greg Brown -
I Could Just Cry
Greg Brown -
Joy Tears
Greg Brown -
Ain't No One Like You
Greg Brown -
My New Book
Greg Brown -
All of Those Things
Greg Brown -
Say a Little Prayer
Greg Brown -
Samson
Greg Brown -
Introduction to Lord I Have Made A Place In My Heart
Greg Brown -
Lord, I Have Made You a Place in My Heart
Greg Brown -
Let The Mystery Be
Greg Brown
Friday, January 4, 2013
The Weight of the World
-
Willesden To Cricklewood
Joe Strummer -
Diamond Smiles
The Boomtown Rats -
I Love You
Lou Reed -
Handshake drugs
Wilco -
912 Greens
Ramblin' Jack Elliot -
Pot Can't Call The Kettle Black
Jerry Jeff Walker -
Even The Skies Are Blue
Jamey Johnson -
Whiskey Girl
Gillian Welch -
Cigarette Machine
Mary Gauthier -
You'll Get Yours Aplenty
Blaze Foley -
Scarlet Town
Bob Dylan -
No Ice in My Bourbon
Cephas & Wiggins -
God Loves a Drunk
Richard Thompson -
The Love You Save (May Be Your Own)
Joe Tex -
Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Alvin Youngblood Hart -
Plastic Jesus
Gal Holiday and the Honky Tonk Revue -
Chocolate Jesus
Tom Waits -
Shine on Me
Nick CaveThis is a mix for when you are beneath “The Weight of the World”. These are the songs about going to see your drug dealer.
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