Who's heard Little Richard sing "Shake a Hand"?
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This song...What can I say?
Hard Lovin' Loser
Mimi & Richard Fariña
Hes the kind of guy puts on a motorcycle jacket
And he weigh about a hundred and five
He's the kind of surfer got a ho-daddy haircut
And you wonder how he'll ever survive
He's the kind of frogman wearing twenty pounds of counterweights
And sinking in the sea like a stone
He's the kind of soldier got no sense of direction
And they send him in the jungle alone
But when the frost's on the pumpkin and the litle girls are jumpin'
He's a hard loving son of a gun
He's got them waiting down the stairs just to sample his affairs
And they call him a spoonful of fun
He's the kind of person going riding on a skateboard
And his mind's raging out of control
He's the kind of person goes to drive a Maserati
Puts his key inside the wrong little hole
He's the kind of ski bum tearing wild down the mountain
Hits a patch where there ain't any snow
He's the kind of cowboy got a hot trigger finger
Shoots his boot 'cause he's drawing kind of slow
But when it comes in for rolling, he's an expert at bowling
Sets the pins up and lays 'em right down
He's got them taking off their heels, and they like the way he feels
And they call him a carnival clown
He's got a parachute and screaming out "Geronimo!"
And makes a little hole in the ground
He's the kind of logger when the man hollers "Timber!"
Got to stop and look around for the sound
He's the kind of artist rents a groov
y little attic
And discovers that he can't grow a beard
He's the human cannon ball come in for a landing
And he wonders where the net disappeared
But when he takes off his shoes, man, it won't come as news
He's got them lining up in threes and in twos
He's got them painting on the floor, got them begging for some more
And they call him whatever they choose.
Songwriters: FARINA RICHARD
Hard Lovin' Loser
Mimi & Richard Fariña
Hes the kind of guy puts on a motorcycle jacket
And he weigh about a hundred and five
He's the kind of surfer got a ho-daddy haircut
And you wonder how he'll ever survive
He's the kind of frogman wearing twenty pounds of counterweights
And sinking in the sea like a stone
He's the kind of soldier got no sense of direction
And they send him in the jungle alone
But when the frost's on the pumpkin and the litle girls are jumpin'
He's a hard loving son of a gun
He's got them waiting down the stairs just to sample his affairs
And they call him a spoonful of fun
He's the kind of person going riding on a skateboard
And his mind's raging out of control
He's the kind of person goes to drive a Maserati
Puts his key inside the wrong little hole
He's the kind of ski bum tearing wild down the mountain
Hits a patch where there ain't any snow
He's the kind of cowboy got a hot trigger finger
Shoots his boot 'cause he's drawing kind of slow
But when it comes in for rolling, he's an expert at bowling
Sets the pins up and lays 'em right down
He's got them taking off their heels, and they like the way he feels
And they call him a carnival clown
He's got a parachute and screaming out "Geronimo!"
And makes a little hole in the ground
He's the kind of logger when the man hollers "Timber!"
Got to stop and look around for the sound
He's the kind of artist rents a groov
y little attic
And discovers that he can't grow a beard
He's the human cannon ball come in for a landing
And he wonders where the net disappeared
But when he takes off his shoes, man, it won't come as news
He's got them lining up in threes and in twos
He's got them painting on the floor, got them begging for some more
And they call him whatever they choose.
Songwriters: FARINA RICHARD
This one bears thinking though . This one is all there, but is put together some what like an Easter egg hunt. Search for the goodies>":O}
Reflections In A Crystal Wind
Mimi & Richard Fariña
If there's a way to say I'm sorry
Perhaps I'll stay another evening beside your door
And watch the moon rise inside your window
Where jewels are falling, and flowers weeping, and strangers laughing
Because you're dreaming that I have gone.
And if I don't know why I'm going
Perhaps I'll wait beside the pathway where no-one's coming
And count the questions I turned away from, or closed my eyes to
Or had no time for, or passed right over
Because the answers would shame my pride.
I've heard them say the word forever
But I don't know if words have meaning when they are promised
In fear of losing what can't be borrowed
Or lent in blindness, or blessed by pageantry, or sold by preachers
While you're still walking your separate way.
Sometimes we bind ourselves together
And seldom know the harm in binding the only feeling that cries for freedom
And needs unfolding and understanding
And time for holding a simple mirror
With one reflection to call your own.
If there's an end to all our dreaming
Perhaps I'll go while you're still standing beside your door
And I'll remember your hands encircling a bowl of moonstones
A lamp of childhood, a robe of roses
Because your sorrows were still unborn.
Reflections In A Crystal Wind
Mimi & Richard Fariña
If there's a way to say I'm sorry
Perhaps I'll stay another evening beside your door
And watch the moon rise inside your window
Where jewels are falling, and flowers weeping, and strangers laughing
Because you're dreaming that I have gone.
And if I don't know why I'm going
Perhaps I'll wait beside the pathway where no-one's coming
And count the questions I turned away from, or closed my eyes to
Or had no time for, or passed right over
Because the answers would shame my pride.
I've heard them say the word forever
But I don't know if words have meaning when they are promised
In fear of losing what can't be borrowed
Or lent in blindness, or blessed by pageantry, or sold by preachers
While you're still walking your separate way.
Sometimes we bind ourselves together
And seldom know the harm in binding the only feeling that cries for freedom
And needs unfolding and understanding
And time for holding a simple mirror
With one reflection to call your own.
If there's an end to all our dreaming
Perhaps I'll go while you're still standing beside your door
And I'll remember your hands encircling a bowl of moonstones
A lamp of childhood, a robe of roses
Because your sorrows were still unborn.
Some things we all learn the hard way
Foolish Heart
Grateful Dead
Carve your name
Carve your name in ice and wind
Search for where
Search for where the rivers end
Or where the rivers start
Do everything that's in you
That you feel to be your part
But never give your love, my friend,
Unto a foolish heart
Leap from ledges
Leap from ledges high and wild
Learn to speak
Speak with wisdom like a child
Directly from the heart
Crown yourself the king of clowns
Or stand way back apart
But never give your love, my friend,
Unto a foolish heart
Shun a friend
Shun a brother and a friend
Never look
Never look around the bend
Or check a weather chart
Sign the Mona Lisa
With a spray can, call it art
But never give your love, my friend,
Unto a foolish heart
A foolish heart will call on you
To toss your dreams away
Then turn around and blame you
For the way you went astray
A foolish heart will cost you sleep
And often make you curse
A selfish heart is trouble
But a foolish heart is worse
Bite the hand
Bite the hand that bakes your bread
Dare to leap
Where the angels fear to tread
Till you are torn apart
Stoke the fires of paradise
With coals from hell to start
But never give your love, my friend
Unto a foolish heart
Unto a foolish heart [Repeats]
Foolish Heart
Grateful Dead
Carve your name
Carve your name in ice and wind
Search for where
Search for where the rivers end
Or where the rivers start
Do everything that's in you
That you feel to be your part
But never give your love, my friend,
Unto a foolish heart
Leap from ledges
Leap from ledges high and wild
Learn to speak
Speak with wisdom like a child
Directly from the heart
Crown yourself the king of clowns
Or stand way back apart
But never give your love, my friend,
Unto a foolish heart
Shun a friend
Shun a brother and a friend
Never look
Never look around the bend
Or check a weather chart
Sign the Mona Lisa
With a spray can, call it art
But never give your love, my friend,
Unto a foolish heart
A foolish heart will call on you
To toss your dreams away
Then turn around and blame you
For the way you went astray
A foolish heart will cost you sleep
And often make you curse
A selfish heart is trouble
But a foolish heart is worse
Bite the hand
Bite the hand that bakes your bread
Dare to leap
Where the angels fear to tread
Till you are torn apart
Stoke the fires of paradise
With coals from hell to start
But never give your love, my friend
Unto a foolish heart
Unto a foolish heart [Repeats]
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I remember this tune. But the brilliance of the story told by the words to it escaped me. Thank you for posting it!
The construction of the song seems...hackneyed, imho. Yet the lyrics are quite worth listening to.
You bring up a harsh truth. Failing the test of time is not something one wants to be said about their art, that's for certain.
This is a complicated one. "Pty" can be used in Australia or South Africa. South Africa brings back the memory of our own hideous history of apartheid, and come to think of it, Australia's too. Now also practiced in Israel-with a vengeance.
The Dead deserve more credit than I somewhat grudgingly tend to award them. My best friend's son was a Dead Head for a number of years late in their career. Unfortunately I can't stand this kid for he was a sweet child who became a true monster among men. Must it always be something?
I should have heard this before but haven't. Mark Knopfler is a great, huge talent. I don't think I noticed that the sound of an electric guitar immediately grabs a song and becomes the dominant instrumental voice in a way that an acoustic guitar doesn't oftimes. Plain and simple fact that needed many years to become apparent. Shuh!
porporme
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I can tell that I haven't been serious about this computer- NO sound! Have to start investigating that.
porporme
Member
Thank you, Cloasters!
For me, this is Billy's master work.
I have really loved this song since I was 18.
That last last line is a song all by it's self.
"Because your sorrows were still unborn."
To which I would say:
There is no deeper wave than this.":O}