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Ah, when things were "normal", off to work, "9 to 5", and home, dog at the door, kitty being kitty. No masks. Plenty of TP.

So here's ordinary rock star Ray Davies having decided to be a normal 9 to 5 worker, to live like regular people do (or did).
One of the best songs from a creative/musical genius not often spotlighted, Sir Raymond Davies, performing live, one of the world's first "rock operas", and like nothing else I've seen or heard, a rock soap opera (album/tour title). Here he becomes "normal" Norman. Enjoy.

Nine to Five | The Kinks: Soap Opera


Enjoy your home. Unless you really prefer this, and then godspeed back to normalcy.

Nine to Five
Answering phones and dictating letters
Making decisions that affect no one
Stuck in the office from nine until five
Life is so incredibly dull
Working from nine to five

Oh nine to five, nine to five
Working from nine to five

And time goes by
The hours tick away
First seconds
Then minutes
Then hours into days
Each day
Each week
Seems just like any other
All work
No play
It's just another day

He's caught in a mass of computerised trivia
Deciphering data for mechanical minds
He's lost in the paperwork and up to his eyes
He's checking a list that's been checked out before
And he's starting to lose his mind
Yes, do "try this at home", not via commute to office and through the streets and buildings and cafeterias.
#staysafe #stayhome #STFH #Kinks #classicrock #rockopera #raydavies #music #musica #musique #9to5 #myphoto
 

Help on the Way (?)


A wonderful archival concert segment, essential Grateful Dead in a very fine musical space along their very long, strange trip.

These songs re-captured my interest in the Dead, as composers/musicians - after seeing them live, often & respecting all the "classics" like St. Stephen, LoveLamps, "New Speedway Boogey" & Alligator... A bit more dodgy (the film/video) but great concerts.

#gratefuldead #helpontheway #classicrock #music #musique #musica
 
More great, "official" concert footage from the Grateful Dead.

He's Gone | Grateful Dead (Live, 1989)


Not intentionally meant as commentary on our times, though for sure people are dying now ...
A song about someone gone, yes, but also a great Dead song, again reflecting their devotion to great sound, and recording thereof.

#gratefuldead #80s #classicrock #music #musica #musique #dead #death #mourning
 
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Speaking of the British Empire... Here's a song from one of the first-ever rock operas, one which was mentioned a while back in some thread about all the great early albums, like Sgt. Pepper, Tommy, and a few other ground-breakers. This was one. The Kinks:

From the 1969 album, Arthur (Or the Decline and Fall of the British Empire)

Victoria


Long ago life was clean
Sex was bad, called obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Croquet lawns, village greens
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria

I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria

Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria

Canada to India
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
From the West to the East
From to the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all

Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria

#rockclassics #Kinks #1969 #rockopera #fenfotos #classicrock #music #musica #musique #myphoto

Photography by Fenichel - formerly in a land called G+ - resting now @ http://www.fenfotos.com
 
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Deja Vu (all over again) - The CSNY version, with lyrics, and vines, and interesting art too...
We have all been here before....

Deja Vu | Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young


#rockclassics #CSNY #dejavu #classicrock #music #musica #musique #myphoto

Photography by Fenichel - Images from Russia to the Hawaiian Islands: http://www.fenfotos.com
 
Today, in early March in New York - where I was brought up hearing that "March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb" - in Central Park it is now 72℉ / 22.2℃. No sign of winter this year. (Global warming is a hoax??) Well, hope others enjoy some good weather and good news too. Meanwhile, not only is it springlike, temperature-wise... also, some lovely..

Blue Sky


#classicrock #allmanbrothers #heatwave (insert song here) #bluesky #sky #spring #sunny #music #musica #musique
 
A long day Saturday, and now an hour of Sunday morning has been stolen! (Darn "Daylight Savings!" Time). Well..
This has been on my desktop all day, so finally cleaning off the desk from Caturday... and sharing this classic. Ka-Pow!

Led Zeppelin - Kashmri (Live from Celebration Day)


Happy (too-short?) Sunday!

#music #musica #musique #ledzeppelin #classicrock #celebrationday #rockclassics
 
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Damn Girl!
Weekend's Here!

And we'll have ...

Fun, Fun, Fun


... 'til Daddy takes the T-Bird away!
(Beach Boys original - with lyrics onscreen in the video)

Photo is mine, from midtown Manhattan (New York)
More images of New York and rural/urban U.S. @
http://www.fenichel.com/fenfotos.shtml

#fun #funfunfun #beachboys #classicrock #TGIF #music #musica #musique #myphoto #fenfotos
 
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Pictures of Lily

.... &/or Picture of Lilies


Have others heard this song sometime this past week or two?
For some reason I had it playing onboard (internal head drive), and two people mentioned the song in passing.
Is it in a movie trailer? Advert? Cosmic rays? Anyway... an oldie but goldie.

Photo is mine, once in a G-plus collection from Denver Botanic Gardens. At the Monet Pond, actually.
More flower photography @ http://www.fenichel.com/flowers

#lilies #lily #music #thewho #rocklegends #classicrock #musica #musique #botanic #flowers #gplusrefugee
 
A transplanted conversation, beginning with

"What a drag it is getting old": Mother's Little Helper - Rolling Stones



... and landing with an echo from "every mother's son", still in the 60's (and with an album cover looking like Mothers - of Invention!):
https://youtu.be/t8dU4RKNNBo

#60smusic #classicrock #rollingstones #music #drugs #aging #coping #musica #musique #rockclassics

YouTube: Mother's Little Helper (The Rolling Stones - Topic)

 
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White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane


One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall

#classicrock #60srock #music #musica #musique #musika #jeffersonairplane #drugs #1967 #whiterabbit #psychadelics
 
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The Gates


This is #myphoto on a very cold February day, exactly 15 years ago, in Central Park, New York.
Not about the gates of Hell (although... no, I've already posted a song or two about that)...

This was a huge event, and unique for Central Park, a gigantic canvas for a project of conceptual art, as conceived by Christo and Jeanne-Claude [Project Description, Artist Bios and More @ https://christojeanneclaude.net/projects/the-gates]

And the musical accompaniment for this, a good one for history, the weather, and headphones:


More images of Central Park, New York and a bit of the world elsewhere @ http://www.fenichel.com/centralpark.shtml

#music #musica #buckinghamnicks #stevieicks #classicrock #musique #fenfotos #thegates #NYC #centralpark #NY
 
I've been seeing some appearances lately (Colbert, etc.) by the legendary James Taylor. He's mentioned the Beatles period quite a bit, his battles with drugs and life, and his experiences. I just watched another truly intimate look at his relationship with life, drugs, and Carly Simon, going full circle back to his brief love affair with someone who committed suicide in the end, and inspired "Fire & Rain".

Fire & Rain | James Taylor


I was thinking of this song a week or so ago, while there was an ongoing thread about "top 25 acoustic guitar songs which are immediately recognizable". I am rather sure that for some age groups and places, Fire & Rain is probably among the most indelible song intros ever. No? OK, I will test that out right here & now.... Is there anyone alive and into music in the 70's who doesn't immediately recognize this? (You with your hand up.... that's ok, here's something worth listening to, from long ago)

So after a 20 year break for me - I simply heard this way too much in high school & college - I re-listened, after seeing him on TV.

#music #JamesTaylor #guitar #musica #musique #classicrock #folkrock #fireandrain
 
I've been seeing some appearances lately (Colbert, etc.) by the legendary James Taylor. He's mentioned the Beatles period quite a bit, his battles with drugs and life, and his experiences. I just watched another truly intimate look at his relationship with life, drugs, and Carly Simon, going full circle back to his brief love affair with someone who committed suicide in the end, and inspired "Fire & Rain".

Fire & Rain | James Taylor


I was thinking of this song a week or so ago, while there was an ongoing thread about "top 25 acoustic guitar songs which are immediately recognizable". I am rather sure that for some age groups and places, Fire & Rain is probably among the most indelible song intros ever. No? OK, I will test that out right here & now.... Is there anyone alive and into music in the 70's who doesn't immediately recognize this? (You with your hand up.... that's ok, here's something worth listening to, from long ago)

So after a 20 year break for me - I simply heard this way too much in high school & college - I re-listened, after seeing him on TV.

#music #JamesTaylor #guitar #musica #musique #classicrock #folkrock #fireandrain
 
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John Lennon: Nobody Loves You (when you're down and out) - Acoustic/Solo )

Here is take # 9 ("a favorite number") of a studio demo with just Lennon & his acoustic guitar. Clean and soulful.

While I'm at it, and "here"... Here's something with many great songs which is relocated intact (?) from the old world.
With some help from friends on Google+ I put together a collection of #9 themed songs - Beethoven, Beatles, lots between.
I found it now, through some time/space warp @ https://diaspora.flidais.net/posts/8a7de3b00d3c0137d113005056264835

LYRICS
Nobody loves you when you're down and out
Nobody sees you when you're on cloud nine
Everybody's hustling for a buck and a dime
I'll scratch your back and you scratch mine

I've been across to the other side
I've shown you everything, I got nothing to hide
And still you ask me, "do I love you?"
What it is, what it is
All I can tell you is, it's all show biz
All I can tell you is, it's all show biz

What it is, what it is, what it is, what it...

Nobody loves you when you're down and out
Nobody knows you when you're on cloud nine
Everybody's hustling for a buck and a dime
I'll scratch your back and you knife mine

I've been across the water now so many times
I've seen the one eyed witchdoctor leading the blind
And still you ask me, "do I love you?"
What you say, what you say
Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away
Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away
What you say, what you say, what you say, what you say

Well I get up in the morning and I'm looking in the mirror to see
Ooo wee!
Then I'm lying in the darkness and I know I can't get to sleep
Ooo wee!
1-2-3-4
Nobody loves you when you're old and grey
Nobody needs you when you're upside down
Everybody's hollering about their own birthday
Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground

(whistling past the graveyard)
:(
He'd be turning 80 in 2020.

#vintagerock #rocklegend #johnlennon #music #musica #musique #classicrock #mywork #gplusrefugee #demo
 
And this (from the land of classics) - IMM, one of the best-digitalized 60s albums, and one of the great songs of that era, with "recognizable intro". :)) This is amazing on vinyl & also CD. Acoustic guitar, tape, and Grace Slick. YMMV "here", but If you have clean YT sound - definitely headphones / speakers - SVP. 🎧

Jefferson Airplane - Lather


#crownofcreation #jeffersonairplane #classicrock #1968 #music #musica #musique #lather #paulkantner

YouTube: Jefferson Airplane - Lather (JeffersonJukebox)

 



One more for the road
After all the Traffic, and celebration of the 50-year anniversary of John Barleycorn, not to be consumed while driving...
Another legendary band and singer/musician, another lesser-known live concert, this from a mere 43-years ago. :))

Jethro Tull: Minstrel in the Gallery (07/31/1976 - LIVE)


Closest thing to "minstrels" I have handy - #myphoto More/mas Cuba: Cuba

#70s #jethrotull #classicrock #rocklegends #music #musica #musique #minstrel #cuba #fenfotos #lahabana
 
'John Barleycorn' Celebrates Golden Anniversary

Traffic - John Barleycorn (must die) - Title Track


This month in rock history - 50 years ago: Feb 1970. After the breakup of Blind Faith, Steve returned to the studio to make what was intended to be his first solo album, tentatively titled ‘Mad Shadows’, with producer Guy Stevens.

“He had me cutting covers of bizarre things, like ‘Great Balls Of Fire’, which just wasn’t working. So I went to Jim and said, let’s make a Traffic album.

Two tracks from the session were salvaged: “Stranger To Himself” and “Every Mother’s Son”, and by September the recordings had been transformed into the next Traffic album, ‘John Barleycorn Must Die’.

‘Mad Shadows’ became the title of Mott the Hoople’s second album, also produced by Guy Stevens." - Steve Winwood

John Barleycorn Must Die


There were three men came out of the West
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die

They’ve ploughed, they’ve sown, they’ve harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead

They’ve let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all

They’ve let him stand till Midsummer’s Day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John’s grown a long, long beard
And so become a man

They’ve hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They’ve rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously

They’ve hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he’s bound him to the cart

They’ve wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn

They’ve hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he’s ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass;
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last

The huntsman, he can’t hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can’t mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn

#barleycorn #traffic #classicrock #music #musica #musique #johnbarleycorn

YouTube: Traffic - John Barleycorn (must die) + lyrics (Learn Italian - Mamma Mia)

 

John Barleycorn Celebrates Golden Anniversary


Two great ‘Bonus Songs’ here, from the Album (Title Song Ahead)

This month in rock history - 50 years ago: Feb 1970. After the breakup of Blind Faith, Steve returned to the studio to make what was intended to be his first solo album, tentatively titled ‘Mad Shadows’, with producer Guy Stevens.

“He had me cutting covers of bizarre things, like ‘Great Balls Of Fire’, which just wasn’t working. So I went to Jim and said, let’s make a Traffic album.

Two tracks from the session were salvaged: “Stranger To Himself” and “Every Mother’s Son”, and by September the recordings had been transformed into the next Traffic album, ‘John Barleycorn Must Die’.

‘Mad Shadows’ became the title of Mott the Hoople’s second album, also produced by Guy Stevens." - Steve Winwood

#barleycorn #traffic #johnbarleycorn #classicrock #music #musica #musique
 
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"My my my", said the spider to the fly....

Having a my my my moment just now, of course this popped into my head. [Lyrics below]

The Spider And The Fly - The Rolling Stones


Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin'
Wond'ring what I'd do when I'm thru tonight
Smoking, moping, maybe just hopin'
Some little girl will pass on by
Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
I remember what she said
She said "My, my, my don't tell lies. Keep fidelity in your head
My, my, my, don't tell lies. When you're done you should go to bed
Don't say Hi, like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead and you're dead"

Sit up, fed up, low down, go 'round
Down at the bar at the place I'm at
Sitting, drinking, superfic'ly thinking
About the rinsed out blonde on my left
Then I said "Hi" like a spider to a fly
Remembering what my little girl said

She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty
I would have run away but I was on my own
She told me later, she's a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said "My, my" like the spider to a fly
"Jump right ahead in my web"

#rollingstones #music #rockclassic #classicrock #musica #musique #spiderandfly #spider #myphoto #fenfotos
 
Someone shared an all-time favorite Kinks song (and near-mantra), "Everybody's A Star". Great song, and message.
And then there are the iconic legends - and one of my all-time favorite songs.
A very nicely done video here, with lyrics onscreen.

Celluloid Heroes (with Lyrics)


Everybody's a dreamer.
Everybody's a star.





More images of La-la land @ http://www.fenichel.com/LA

#kinks #music #musica #musique #hollywood #celluloid #heroes #filmlegends #classicrock #myphoto #fenfotos
 
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The cosmos seems to be saying it's time for a tribute to Leslie. So... Here's one, with memories of many a 70's rock festival:

Leslie West & Mountain: Mississipi Queen


#lesliewest #mountain #classicrock #music #musica #musique #guitarists #70s #myphoto
 
"OK, Sherman, set the Wayback Machine to 1967.... "
(Translation: A look at the world of pop music heading towards Woodstock)

Coincidental with my recent excavation of some ancient radio shows and "tapes." 1960s-80s revisited

1967 in Rock Music: A Look Back


#classicrock #rockclassics #rocklegends #1960s #60sMusic #music #musica #musique
1967 in Rock Music: A Look Back
 
A timely song (then and now both), which I can't get out of my head at the moment - for all the wrong reasons: Mainly that I'm hearing a snippet of this frequently on a television advert.

This means: a) the song & me are "vintage" b) My catalog/song-recognition skills - "algorithms"in my head - are holding up....

Everybody Wants to Rule The World | Tears for Fears


"Coincidentally", I'd recently found & posted a new-ish Tears for Fears song (live in concert from a recent tour). So: 1. They're still around... 2. This is a "golden oldie" now, suitable for elevators and ads 3. It's a *@(%'n catchy song. I'd say, still rather true too!
See if you can listen a time or two and get it out of your head!

#tearsforfears #classicrock #ruletheworld #music #musica #musique
 
A timely song (then and now both), which I can't get out of my head at the moment - for all the wrong reasons: Mainly that I'm hearing a snippet of this frequently on a television advert.

This means: a) the song & me are "vintage" b) My catalog/song-recognition skills - "algorithms"in my head - are holding up....

Everybody Wants to Rule The World | Tears for Fears


"Coincidentally", I'd recently found & posted a new-ish Tears for Fears song (live in concert from a recent tour). So: 1. They're still around... 2. This is a "golden oldie" now, suitable for elevators and ads 3. It's a *@(%'n catchy song. I'd say, still rather true too!
See if you can listen a time or two and get it out of your head!

#tearsforfears #classicrock #ruletheworld #music #musica #musique
 
Something rare (and unexpected!) - found this on an old radio station air-check. This is The Byrds, from a 1964 demo album, not originally released at the time, but a hit for the Turtles in 1968 and then released by the Byrds on the album Preflyte (1969).

You Showed Me | The Byrds - Demo Recording (1964)


YOU SHOWED ME
You showed me how to do
Exactly what to do
How I fell in love with you
Oh, oh, oh, it's true
Oh, oh, I love you
You showed how to say
Exactly what to say
In that very special way
Oh, oh, oh, it's true
You fell for me too
And when I tried it
I could see you fall
And I've decided
It's not a trick at all
You taught it to me too
Exactly what you do
And now you love me too
Oh, oh, oh, it's true
We're in love we two
<...>
Song written by Gene Clark / Jim Mcguinn (any relation, ya think?)

#music #byrds #classicrock #60sRock #musica #musique
 
Back-story on this: Colbert/Late Night news summary included news of U.S. state Illinois legalizing marijuana in 2020 (now).
How high is Chicago now, he asked? Well, he answered, about the level of Rick Wakeman (Yes) performing "Roundabout"
Hm, ya think this is spacey enough? Colbert may be onto something. Chicago too.

Rick Wakeman: Piano/Synth Solo - Christmas Music - Roundabout


#classicrock #rickwakemen #yes #roundabout #music #musica #musique
 

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?


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Thick As A Brick


Thick As A Brick
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.

The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born - and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping - their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone - you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born - and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night - and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red - while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall - writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick

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YouTube: Thick as a Brick (Pt. 1) (1997 Remaster) (Jethro Tull - Topic)

 

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?


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Thick As A Brick


Thick As A Brick
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.

The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born - and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping - their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone - you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born - and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night - and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red - while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall - writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick

#music #musica #musique #jethrotull #classicrock #thickasabrick #tull #biggles

YouTube: Thick as a Brick (Pt. 1) (1997 Remaster) (Jethro Tull - Topic)

 
Because... 1) It's been on my desktop a while; and 2) It is so true!! 'Who knows what tomorrow may bring?'

Tomorrow may bring war, climate disaster, or (maybe even) some miraculous renaissance worldwide, or an epidemic of kindness.
But of one thing we can be certain: tomorrow will bring ... weekend!

Who Knows What Tomorrow Will Bring | Traffic


#traffic #stevewinwood #classicrock #music #musica #musique #TGIF #tomorrow #weekend
 
An i-Ching find, but... any time is a good time for this. For the song, for the action.
From 50 #)!^n years ago! Woodstock.

Get Together - Youngbloods, 1969 (Woodstock)


LYRICS:
Love is but a song to sing
Fear's the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Some may come and some may go
We shall surely pass
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moment's sunlight
Fading in the grass
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
If you hear the song I sing
You will understand (listen!)
You hold the key to love and fear
All in your trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It's there at your command
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
I said, come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Right now
Right now

#classicrock #gettogether #youngbloods #woodstock #60s #music #rockclassic #musica #musique
 
"Monkeying around"

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We was rolling and tumbling....
And I can't believe I came across this, online. (Mine)

Well, into the roaring 20's we go, with or without 20/20 vision.
Happy New Year!

Rolling and Tumbling (Cream - Live)


#monkeys #monkeying #happynewyear #classicrock #music #musica #rocklegends #musica #musique #cream (the band)
 
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