I have always thought it amazing and wonderful the way another culture can open us to ourselvesI know less than a few words of Japanese. "Shimata" I know quite well. "I have made a mistake." Not for the first or the last time.
I did know, But that knowledge laid buried in times layeredHis name is Ian Anderson.
Jethro Tull (born 1741) was an English inventor of agricultural machinery that changed farming fundamentally.
Thought you might like to know.
OH! How often has this very thought come to the fore in me!! LOLGlad you liked the video.
Disappointed in your *normally* good taste in singer/songwriters, though.
Yet it remains the noblest of aspirations. With this we at least know what direction we wish to be heading in.Here in prison paradise (more of us imprisoned than in any other country, in both sheer numbers and as a percentage of population) this song only gains in its truth.
It says "Equal Justice Under Law" on the front of the Supreme Court building in Washington DC.
What a bald faced lie!
In my view, that difference is largely accounted for by the simple fact that the Brits were tripping to Muddy Waters while we were still trying to admit that Black talent was a thing.With one sixth of our population the Brits certainly hold their own musically. I don't understand the vive le difference between there and here. Taste is a little different there, some of their material is instantly understood on our side of the ocean and vice versa.
American Without Tears
Elvis Costello
Outside in New Orleans the heat was almost frightening
But my hotel room as usual was freezing and unkind
On TV they prosecute anyone who's exciting
So I put on my overcoat and went down to find
In Revlon and crimpelene they captured my heart
To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess
She was singing that "It's Too Late", I agreed with that part
For two English girls who had changed their address
Oh it seems we've been crying for years and for years
Now I don't speak any English, just American without tears
Just American without tears
One had been a beauty queen and the other was her friend
They had known rogues and rascals and showbiz impresarios
While the boys were licking Hitler they had something to defend
From men armed with chewing gum and fine nylon hose
By a bicycle factory as they sounded the siren
And returned into the dance hall she knew he was the one
Though he wasn't tall or handsome she laughed when he told her
"I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham and this is Little John"
Oh it seems we've been crying for years and for years
Now I don't speak any English, just American without tears
Just American without tears
At a dock in Southampton full of tearful goodbyes
Newsreel commentators said "Cheerio, G.I. brides"
Soon they'll be finding the cold facts and lies
New words for suspenders and young girls backsides
Now I'm in America and running from you
Like my grandfather before me walked the streets of New York
And I think of all the women I pretend mean more than you
When I open my mouth and I can't seem to talk
Oh it seems we've been crying for years and for years
Now I don't speak any English just American without tears
Just American without tears
Oh it seems we've been crying for years and for years
Now I don't speak any English just American without tears
Just American without tears
Songwriters: Elvis Costello
I have always thought it amazing and wonderful the way another culture can open us to ourselves
Can speak what was here to fore unspoken and let us see it plainly for the first time.
I did know, But that knowledge laid buried in times layered
shadows, thanks for ringing it once more into the light.":O}
Yet it remains the noblest of aspirations. With this we at least know what direction we wish to be heading in.
In my view, that difference is largely accounted for by the simple fact that the Brits were tripping to Muddy Waters while we were still trying to admit that Black talent was a thing.
The inevitably of the Good.Ah, so. The inevitability of "sieg heil." Hate to agree with that, but where else are we heading?