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http://www.countryjoe.com/coyote.ram
...neben dem genialen, rockigen "Coyote" mein lieblingslied von Country Joe McDonald...
COUNTRY JOE MCDONALD
SAVE THE WHALES
When my grandpa was a boy, he went down to the general store
Saw a picture book of a whale shooting its spout and flashin` its tail
Then he got a sailor`s dream `bout cruisin` around on the salty sea
Joinin` up with a fishin` crew to go out and get him a whale or two
Tell me what kind of men are these who sail upon the salty seas
Up in the rigging in the afternoon, swabbin` the decks and sharpenin` harpoons
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Shanghaied by the light of the moon, put out from Boston in the middle of June
After six months out at sea, it`s nothin` but death and misery
Set out on a three-year cruise, a union ship and a union crew
And after six months you begin to see, that whalin`s not what it used to be
A modern ship and a modern crew with sonar scopes and explodin` harpoons
A mechanical boat made outta steel, a floating machine built to kill the whales
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
There`re lots of whales in the deep blue sea, we kill them for the company
We drag `em `longside and chop `em in two and melt `em down and sell `em to you
There hardly is a sailor alive who can keep the tears from his eyes
As he remembers the good old days when there were no whales to save
Thank the Russians and Japanese for scouring the deep blue seas
Looking for ivory and perfume and plastic toys and pet food
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Country Joe`s Music Box:
http://www.countryjoe.com/jukebox.htm
...neben dem genialen, rockigen "Coyote" mein lieblingslied von Country Joe McDonald...
COUNTRY JOE MCDONALD
SAVE THE WHALES
When my grandpa was a boy, he went down to the general store
Saw a picture book of a whale shooting its spout and flashin` its tail
Then he got a sailor`s dream `bout cruisin` around on the salty sea
Joinin` up with a fishin` crew to go out and get him a whale or two
Tell me what kind of men are these who sail upon the salty seas
Up in the rigging in the afternoon, swabbin` the decks and sharpenin` harpoons
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Shanghaied by the light of the moon, put out from Boston in the middle of June
After six months out at sea, it`s nothin` but death and misery
Set out on a three-year cruise, a union ship and a union crew
And after six months you begin to see, that whalin`s not what it used to be
A modern ship and a modern crew with sonar scopes and explodin` harpoons
A mechanical boat made outta steel, a floating machine built to kill the whales
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
There`re lots of whales in the deep blue sea, we kill them for the company
We drag `em `longside and chop `em in two and melt `em down and sell `em to you
There hardly is a sailor alive who can keep the tears from his eyes
As he remembers the good old days when there were no whales to save
Thank the Russians and Japanese for scouring the deep blue seas
Looking for ivory and perfume and plastic toys and pet food
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Country Joe`s Music Box:
http://www.countryjoe.com/jukebox.htm
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Joan Baez hat wirklich fast nur Coverversionen gesungen. Einen Volltreffer hat sie jedoch gelandet, mit dem sie selbst von Gruppen wie Blackmore`s Night und Judas Priest gecovert wurde. Offenbar hat sie ihre Hassliebe zu Bob Dylan ("The unwashed phenomenon, the original vagabond") sehr dabei beflügelt. Das Lied beschreibt ein Wiedersehen mit Dylan, mit dem sie ja einmal liiert war.
Einen 30-Sekunden-Schnipsel gibt`s z.B. bei jpc:
http://www.jpc.de/jpcng/poprock/detail/-/hnum/5367441/rk/pop…
DIAMONDS AND RUST
(Joan Baez)
Well I`ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that`s not unusual
It`s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I`d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin`s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you`re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you`re telling me
You`re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It`s all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you`re offering me diamonds and rust
I`ve already paid
Joan Baez hat wirklich fast nur Coverversionen gesungen. Einen Volltreffer hat sie jedoch gelandet, mit dem sie selbst von Gruppen wie Blackmore`s Night und Judas Priest gecovert wurde. Offenbar hat sie ihre Hassliebe zu Bob Dylan ("The unwashed phenomenon, the original vagabond") sehr dabei beflügelt. Das Lied beschreibt ein Wiedersehen mit Dylan, mit dem sie ja einmal liiert war.
Einen 30-Sekunden-Schnipsel gibt`s z.B. bei jpc:
http://www.jpc.de/jpcng/poprock/detail/-/hnum/5367441/rk/pop…
DIAMONDS AND RUST
(Joan Baez)
Well I`ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that`s not unusual
It`s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I`d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin`s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you`re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you`re telling me
You`re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It`s all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you`re offering me diamonds and rust
I`ve already paid
und ich habs immer gern meinen kinder zum einschlafen vorgesungen
Ach deshalb verkriechen sie sich immer in der Waschmaschine
Ach deshalb verkriechen sie sich immer in der Waschmaschine
und ich habs immer gern meinen kinder zum einschlafen vorgesungen
Du hättest ihnen lieber mal was zu essen machen sollen
Du hättest ihnen lieber mal was zu essen machen sollen
ob sie jemals eigene songs geschrieben hat,
weiß ich nicht. es waren traditionals und texte anderer die sie berühmt gemacht haben.
donna donna wurde meines wissens von donovan komponiert
und ich habs immer gern meinen kinder zum einschlafen vorgesungen
Donna Donna
On a waggon bound for market
there`s a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there`s a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky.
How the winds are laughing,
they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer`s night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
"Stop complaining!? said the farmer,
Who told you a calf to be ?
Why don`t you have wings to fly with,
like the swallow so proud and free?? + Chorus
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
like the swallow has learned to fly. + Chorus
weiß ich nicht. es waren traditionals und texte anderer die sie berühmt gemacht haben.
donna donna wurde meines wissens von donovan komponiert
und ich habs immer gern meinen kinder zum einschlafen vorgesungen
Donna Donna
On a waggon bound for market
there`s a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there`s a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky.
How the winds are laughing,
they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer`s night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
"Stop complaining!? said the farmer,
Who told you a calf to be ?
Why don`t you have wings to fly with,
like the swallow so proud and free?? + Chorus
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
like the swallow has learned to fly. + Chorus
bei dieser gelegenheit wäre auch mal
zu erwähnen .
ich selbst war nie ein großer bob dylan fan
aber der thread May you stay forever young - ein Bob Dylan songbook Thread: May you stay forever young - ein Bob Dylan songbook von fixbutte ist klasse
zu erwähnen .
ich selbst war nie ein großer bob dylan fan
aber der thread May you stay forever young - ein Bob Dylan songbook Thread: May you stay forever young - ein Bob Dylan songbook von fixbutte ist klasse
Freund wosie hat zeitgleich im Golf-Thread den kompletten Fixin-To-Die-Rag gebracht.
Der ist so gut, dass er hier einfach nicht fehlen darf ... zum Geniessen und herzhaftem Mitsingen :
http://ctap295.ctaponline.org/~lmclean/country_joe-fish_chee…
Country Joe hat massenhaft gute Texte geschrieben - musikalisch ist ihm aber nie wieder ein ähnlicher "Gassenhauer" gelungen. Im Text von "Plastic Dome" z.B. konnte er mit einfachen Worten das Bild einer grauenhaft sterilen Zukunft schaffen ....
Living in the Future in a Plastic Dome
Country Joe McDonald
They`ve covered the city with a plastic dome
So the air inside could be clean,
And it`s really fine in our new home
We have everything we need.
There are no planes, no buses or trains
And if you wanna go somewhere,
Just think about where you`d like to be at
And before you know it you`re there.
Living in the future in a plastic dome
Sounds mighty strange I agree,
But now I call it home sweet home
That`s where I long to be, yeah,
Living in the future in a plastic dome
Sounds mighty strange I agree,
But now I call it home sweet home
That`s where I long to be.
Now if you`re hungry for food or drink
Just go to the teller machine;
You place your order and you just have to think
And look at the video screen.
But if you`re lonesome and you think you would
Like to have a friendly chat,
Just talk to the teller machine
And the teller machine will talk back.
Hey, living in the future in a plastic dome
Sounds mighty strange I agree,
But now I call it home sweet home
That`s where I long to be, yeah,
Living in the future in a plastic dome
Sounds mighty strange I agree,
But now I call it home sweet home
That`s where I long to be.
Der ist so gut, dass er hier einfach nicht fehlen darf ... zum Geniessen und herzhaftem Mitsingen :
http://ctap295.ctaponline.org/~lmclean/country_joe-fish_chee…
Country Joe hat massenhaft gute Texte geschrieben - musikalisch ist ihm aber nie wieder ein ähnlicher "Gassenhauer" gelungen. Im Text von "Plastic Dome" z.B. konnte er mit einfachen Worten das Bild einer grauenhaft sterilen Zukunft schaffen ....
Living in the Future in a Plastic Dome
Country Joe McDonald
They`ve covered the city with a plastic dome
So the air inside could be clean,
And it`s really fine in our new home
We have everything we need.
There are no planes, no buses or trains
And if you wanna go somewhere,
Just think about where you`d like to be at
And before you know it you`re there.
Living in the future in a plastic dome
Sounds mighty strange I agree,
But now I call it home sweet home
That`s where I long to be, yeah,
Living in the future in a plastic dome
Sounds mighty strange I agree,
But now I call it home sweet home
That`s where I long to be.
Now if you`re hungry for food or drink
Just go to the teller machine;
You place your order and you just have to think
And look at the video screen.
But if you`re lonesome and you think you would
Like to have a friendly chat,
Just talk to the teller machine
And the teller machine will talk back.
Hey, living in the future in a plastic dome
Sounds mighty strange I agree,
But now I call it home sweet home
That`s where I long to be, yeah,
Living in the future in a plastic dome
Sounds mighty strange I agree,
But now I call it home sweet home
That`s where I long to be.
Auf Grossleinwand - im Nirwana
wellen, - ist immer noch ein Genuss! Und man weiss mittlerweile beim Hören auch immer gleich, welcher Song als nächster kommt ...
Und den Film würde ich auch gerne mal wieder sehen - auf Gossleinwand
Und den Film würde ich auch gerne mal wieder sehen - auf Gossleinwand