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The Living Force
I'm starting this thread with music from musical genres, choral.
Songs with humor/fun, melancholic, or with memorable lyrics and music.
La musique ecxelcia singers
Yo soy quien soy---Pedro Infante.
I am who I am
And I don't look like anyone
The field suits me
And the whistlings of its airs
My companions
are my good animals,
goats and mules,
and the occasional old ox.
blue crow
and an orange crow
sang together
how beautiful the party is
And an ugly alligator
shouted to a skunk:
’Garden of flowers’’:
Don't smell so much on me anymore.
The coyote is a thief
And the badger is savvy
The lamb is gentle and noble
And the pig has a big snout
The peasant is cunning
And the rancher is simple
And the rascal cowboy
Lazy and glutton
Sometimes I would like to be
a Turtle to run,
a Horse to fly,
a Mountain to travel
Fish to work
Shorty to grow
Donkey to not carry
Brave to not fight
Drunk to not drink
And faithful as a woman
Since this can't be,
I'll hold on, what am I going to do?
I am who .
Two amazing, endearing songs. Distilling sadness and melancholy.
1…Days of Pearly Spencer. Song by David McWilliams
Amazing Irish song.
On the Crotchety patented pop-meter that scores an almost perfect 10. The lyrics paint a picture of an old man, battered, bowed and finally defeated by life’s endless battles. And yet, it rocks along irrepressibly. The megaphone sound of the vocals in the chorus gives it an air of the supernatural. And there’s that unforgettable haunting riff in the strings, a phrase that can be plagiarised but never merely quoted, even in homage.
https://crotchetyman.blog › days...
A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoe less feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Trough walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Trough eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
Pearly where's your milk white skin?
What that stubble on your chin?
Buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
2--- Time in a Bottle. Song by Jim Croce.
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
Songs with humor/fun, melancholic, or with memorable lyrics and music.
La musique ecxelcia singers
Yo soy quien soy---Pedro Infante.
I am who I am
And I don't look like anyone
The field suits me
And the whistlings of its airs
My companions
are my good animals,
goats and mules,
and the occasional old ox.
blue crow
and an orange crow
sang together
how beautiful the party is
And an ugly alligator
shouted to a skunk:
’Garden of flowers’’:
Don't smell so much on me anymore.
The coyote is a thief
And the badger is savvy
The lamb is gentle and noble
And the pig has a big snout
The peasant is cunning
And the rancher is simple
And the rascal cowboy
Lazy and glutton
Sometimes I would like to be
a Turtle to run,
a Horse to fly,
a Mountain to travel
Fish to work
Shorty to grow
Donkey to not carry
Brave to not fight
Drunk to not drink
And faithful as a woman
Since this can't be,
I'll hold on, what am I going to do?
I am who .
Two amazing, endearing songs. Distilling sadness and melancholy.
1…Days of Pearly Spencer. Song by David McWilliams
Amazing Irish song.
On the Crotchety patented pop-meter that scores an almost perfect 10. The lyrics paint a picture of an old man, battered, bowed and finally defeated by life’s endless battles. And yet, it rocks along irrepressibly. The megaphone sound of the vocals in the chorus gives it an air of the supernatural. And there’s that unforgettable haunting riff in the strings, a phrase that can be plagiarised but never merely quoted, even in homage.
https://crotchetyman.blog › days...
A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoe less feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by shivering sun
Old eyes in a small child's face
Watching as the shadows race
Trough walls and cracks and leave no trace
And daylight's brightness shuns
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass
Gazing as the swollen mass
On concrete fields where grows no grass
Stumbles blindly on
Iron trees smother the air
But withering they stand and stare
Trough eyes that neither know nor care
Where the grass is gone
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
Pearly where's your milk white skin?
What that stubble on your chin?
Buried in the rot gut gin
You played and lost not won
You played a house that can't be beat
Now look your head's bowed in defeat
You walked too far along the street
Where only rats can run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
The days of Pearly Spencer
The race is almost run
2--- Time in a Bottle. Song by Jim Croce.
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
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