What Unca Bob Dylan has “you got a lot of nerve to say you are friend” in the lyric?

S’ok found it

You can stop looking..

Positively 4th Street

Positively Fourth Street

Rule 303 said:

Positively Fourth Street

ahhhh yess yesss mon

Ive got no singing voice.. but I’ve had a very long few days and my voice sounds like gravel..

I’ve found I’ve got an ability to do Bob singing that song… with some of my improvised lyrics…

Not the Bobby of then but the Bobby of now.

:))

Ive got no singing voice.. but I’ve had a very long few days and my voice sounds like gravel..

I’ve found I’ve got an ability to do Bob singing that song… with some of my improvised lyrics…

Not the Bobby of then but the Bobby of now.

:))

I’ve got no singing voice.. but I’ve had a very long few days and my voice sounds like gravel..

I’ve found I’ve got an ability to do a good Bob singing that song… with some of my improvised lyrics…

Not the Bobby of then but the Bobby of now!

:))

Rule 303 said:

Positively Fourth Street

Accidentally Kelly Street

Skunkworks said:

Rule 303 said:

Positively Fourth Street

Accidentally Kelly Street

what?

Ian said:

Skunkworks said:

Rule 303 said:

Positively Fourth Street

Accidentally Kelly Street

what?

Just mucking around, the similarity appealed to me.

The family tell me bugger off but the cat really seems too dig it… do do do do….

lols

Skunkworks said:

Just mucking around, the similarity appealed to me.

ok

Wonder what made Fourth Street so positive?

#forms thumb and forefinger into circle…. makes in out motion on nose#

:)

You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down, you just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve to say you gotta hurt to live
You just want to be on the side that’s winning

You say I let you down, you know it’s not like that
If you’re so hurt why then don’t you show it?
You say you lost your faith but that’s not where it’s at
You had no faith to lose and you know it

I know the reason that you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you’re in with
Do you take me for such a fool to think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don’t know to begin with?

You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say, “How are you? Good luck,” but you don’t mean it
When you know as well as me you’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once and scream it?

No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I’d rob them
And now I know you’re dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don’t you understand, it’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment, I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time, you could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you

Sorry x3 posts

There’s a few people in my life that I’d have liked to sing that to at one point or another

Neophyte said:

There’s a few people in my life that I’d have liked to sing that to at one point or another

Yeah. Bob started it.. said it all..

Other favorite Bob -

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don’t matter, anyhow
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
So don’t think twice, it’s all right

It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

Never warmed to Bob Dylan. Whiny little egoman.

You want Jewish North American whiny singer-songwriters who can’t sing, Leonard Cohen is far preferable to little Bobby Dylan :)

Bubblecar said:

Never warmed to Bob Dylan. Whiny little egoman.

No taste at all :P

You either get Bob or you don’t.

My very favourite -

“Like A Rolling Stone”

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you ?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you’d better take your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

>You either get Bob or you don’t.

I get him, and he’s not very good. Neither is Leonard Cohen, but he’s the same sort of thing, considerably upgraded :)

My very favourite – “Like A Rolling Stone”

Poor little rich boy whining about living rough for a few days. Teenage angst stuff that should be sung in a partially broken adolescent voice for maximum effect.

All these -

Blowin’ In The Wind

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

The Times They Are A-Changin’

It Ain’t Me, Bab

Maggie’s Farm

It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue

Mr. Tambourine Man

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Like A Rolling Stone

Positively 4th Street

Just Like A Woman

Rainy Day Women

All Along The Watchtower

Quinn The Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn)

I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight

Lay, Lady, Lay

If Not For You

I Shall Be Released

You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere

Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

Forever Young

Tangled Up In Blue

Shelter From The Storm

Hurricane

Gotta Serve Somebody

Jokerman

Leonard Cohen’s good but he ain’t good.. but he ain’t no Baab

:)

>All these

Mostly covering a common theme: whiny egotism. Me-me-me music by an unskilled musician who didn’t really have much “me” to sing about, of any interest.

Bubblecar said:

My very favourite – “Like A Rolling Stone”

Poor little rich boy whining about living rough for a few days. Teenage angst stuff that should be sung in a partially broken adolescent voice for maximum effect.

No. Totally wrong.

Ian said:

Leonard Cohen’s good but he ain’t good.. but he ain’t no Baab

:)

No, Leonard Cohen’s not much good, but he’s much better than Baab :)

Bubblecar said:

>All these

Mostly covering a common theme: whiny egotism. Me-me-me music by an unskilled musician who didn’t really have much “me” to sing about, of any interest.

you aren’t Steve Howe.. ♫The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll | Steve Howe | Portraits of Bob Dylan♪♩

Bubblecar said:

Ian said:

Leonard Cohen’s good but he ain’t good.. but he ain’t no Baab

:)

No, Leonard Cohen’s not much good, but he’s much better than Baab :)

He doesn’t have 500 hit songs.

Anyway, I’ll leave you and Bob to enjoy other’s company. and don’t take me too seriously :) It’s only pop music, after all.

“Mr. Tambourine Man”

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.
Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin’
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’ swingin’ madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
Seein’ that he’s chasing.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

———-

He ain’t sleepy bit I am..

Nite

>He doesn’t have 500 hit songs.

True, he’s no ABBA. But if that’s sayin’ much, how much is it sayin’?

So did you manage to track down that Sweet love song for me?

dv said:

So did you manage to track down that Sweet love song for me?

Not enough to go on.

dv said:

So did you manage to track down that Sweet love song for me?

You set that task for that whiney little (big fat) Taswegian poof?

dv said:

So did you manage to track down that Sweet love song for me?

Maybe there’s some US archival popular music expert who could help.

For a change of mood now.. cop some Ronnie Earl -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApLTWVWobJY

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nite (definly)

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ringed finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears.

William Zanzinger who had twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering and his tongue it was a’ snarling
And in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears.

Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on the whole lower level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothin’ to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears.

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught ‘em
And that ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Ah, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now’s the time for your tears.

There was another long-lost song I once posted about in SSSF, seeking help to track it down, but got nowhere. Not surprising really, because I can’t remember a single word of it, only the choon. It was some pseudo-African native type song, which went something like:

Rumba gumba rumba gumba bay-yo,
Rumba gumba rumba gumba bay-yo,
Widda rumba-gumba bayo gumba rumba-gumba bayo gumba bum…
Rumba-gumba-bumba bum!

I’ll write out the choon as a midi one day and post it here, to see if it stirs any memories.

♫SadEyedLadyOfTheLowlands | Steve Howe | Portraits of Bob Dylan♪♩

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

>Taswegian poof?

Music is not very manly stuff, Ian.

Hey, Mr Car! Did you see the insect link I put up in chat….just after you said you were off to watch old bugs?

Manly composers..

Bach had twenty children… So THE big B does sound very limp-wristed.
Beethoven.. very straight
Brahms.. ditto
(that’s the major Bs)
Handel.. straight
Haydn..
Mozart..

I give up no gay bar loitering caricatures so far?

I was just inviting you to relax and accept the vibe, Ian :)

You’re the one with the homo-erotic fixation on a male pop star, not me.

>Brahms.. ditto

Brahms was pretty much asexual, as far as is known. He never married, which was very eccentric for the time. As for Bach etc, those were the days when virtually everyone was expected to marry and have children. There were/are many known homosexuals with large numbers of offspring. Doesn’t really mean much.

The fact remains that music, poetry, painting and the arts in general are not regaded as terribly masculine pursuits. Thankfully :)

>He never married, which was very eccentric for the time

…neither did Beethoven, of course. Another (probably) unmarried heterosexual man who differed from the married gay men of his time in that he didn’t have any offspring, and they did :)

Bubblecar said:

>Brahms.. ditto
The fact remains that music, poetry, painting and the arts in general are not regaded as terribly masculine pursuits.

BULL …. SHIT!

Think I touched a nerve.

Eh? It’s never traditionally been held that artistic-type pursuits are masculine pursuits. Certainly many men engage in them, but these men are not traditionally regarded as paragons of masculinity, but rather as soft, creative types. Start a new tradition if you like, but it seems to be you whose nerves are somewhat touched.

Some LGBT composers (there are many more of course, but these are just some of the more important ones):

Samuel Barber
Leonard Bernstein
Konrad Boehmer
Pierre Boulez
Benjamin Britten
John Cage
Aaron Copland
Peter Maxwell Davies
Karel Goeyvaerts
Eugene Goossens
Hans Werner Henze
Harry Partch
Cole Porter
Francis Poulenc
Roger Quilter
Camille Saint-Saens
Franz Schubert
Conrad Susa
Karol Szymanowski
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
Michael Tippett
Siegfried Wagner

Bubblecar said:

Eh? It’s never traditionally been held that artistic-type pursuits are masculine pursuits. Certainly many men engage in them, but these men are not traditionally regarded as paragons of masculinity, but rather as soft, creative types. Start a new tradition if you like, but it seems to be you whose nerves are somewhat touched.

This all brings to mind Sir Les Patterson, who was vocal on the topic.

:)

>This all brings to mind Sir Les Patterson, who was vocal on the topic.

And who merely reflected an extreme version of common perceptions :)

Sir Les :) Can imagine. Of course Baz Humphries straight.

In all seriousness though it would be interesting to discover just how much LGBTI people’s representation in the arts differs from that in the general population. It may well be a little higher but that may be because of that group seeking a safe haven away from ultra masculine work places.

I don’t think that gayness is necessarily going to make you more creative.

It may help in making you more original in your creativity, by placing you far enough outside of social convention to enable an easier disconnect with tradition and its expectations. Many of the composers I listed were amongst the most original and innovative of their time.

Whereas Bob Dylan was a fairly conventional Guthrie/Seeger style folk-singer who turned into a pop star, under the influence of commercial 1960s commercial pop/rock & roll. He himself credited the Beatles, of all people, as being the most radical influence on his style. And the Beatles were basically bubblegum music :)

Subtract one commercial from my last post. I should have headed bedwards hours ago :)

-Bubblecar said:

It may help in making you more original in your creativity, by placing you far enough outside of social convention to enable an easier disconnect with tradition and its expectations. Many of the composers I listed were amongst the most original and innovative of their time.

Whereas Bob Dylan was a fairly conventional Guthrie/Seeger style folk-singer who turned into a pop star, under the influence of commercial 1960s commercial pop/rock & roll. He himself credited the Beatles, of all people, as being the most radical influence on his style. And the Beatles were basically bubblegum music :)

I totally disagree with the second statement.. don’t think you’ve looked at Dylan’s place in firmament critically. Yes The Beatles started out bubble gum but went on to be the most original, creative force in pop ever… musicologists have compared their chordal structures favorably with the big classical guys.

>It may help in making you more original in your creativity, by placing you far enough outside of social convention to enable an easier disconnect with tradition and its expectations.

Maybe. I was always different (got expelled from pre-school kindy)… but I think the answer is in genetics

Bubblecar said:

Subtract one commercial from my last post. I should have headed bedwards hours ago :)

Same here..

gnite

Bubblecar said:

Whereas Bob Dylan was a fairly conventional Guthrie/Seeger style folk-singer who turned into a pop star, under the influence of commercial 1960s commercial pop/rock & roll. He himself credited the Beatles, of all people, as being the most radical influence on his style. And the Beatles were basically bubblegum music :)

That’s hardly fair. The 1910 Fruitgum Co. came along as the Beatles were splitting.

>>Whereas Bob Dylan was a fairly conventional Guthrie/Seeger style folk-singer who turned into a pop star, under the influence of commercial 1960s commercial pop/rock & roll. He himself credited the Beatles, of all people, as being the most radical influence on his style. And the Beatles were basically bubblegum music :)

Was watching The Blues Brothers lastnight, which haven’t ventured a gander since in my mid-late teens it likely would have been, and got to wondering if it was anything better than rotten commercialization of blues etc, then ventured wikipedia re the movie and it appears the movie was cocaine driven. I see Hooker in there and others, some of which are on my list of fav’ blues artists today, after a long trawl of the internet and looking into the history of that sort of music going back well over a century.

I often listen to Dylan, Guthrie doesn’t much interest me, and have a few Seeger songs which are alright.

Only have two songs of the Beatles, Night Before and Revolution, but generally I can’t stand them. I did listen to quite a bit of Beatles when a teen.

Not sure what happened but these days I don’t even much like Clapton.

Iam starting to think cocaine and LSD were quite useless for creativity. But then I am starting to think music isn’t about creativity at all. More about mood, and can’t help thinking drugs don’t do much for that, really.

Television to some extent I think has done a good job at destroying music.

These days I’m getting more into the oldschool women blues singers, like Big Mama Thornton, Odetta etc.

Here’s Odetta and Pinetop Perkins doing Trouble in Mind.

Not a bad start to the day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqEXF7gcfpQ

transition said:

Here’s Odetta and Pinetop Perkins doing Trouble in Mind.

Not a bad start to the day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqEXF7gcfpQ

Very tasty 4 breakfast

>>Iam starting to think cocaine and LSD were quite useless for creativity.

I’m not advocating them but those drugs and cannabis have had an influence whether directly or indirectly by just being the ambient background of the times on the majority of blues/rock and some jazz bands ever since the mid 60s.

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So where does music come from then?

As Jimi Hendrix concisely put it on the Electric Ladyland cover {“What’s physical?!” and he stutters, smiles, and retaliates with…well…er, ah..} what is music m’love? PUFF PUFF.

http://www.lettersofnote.com/2011/11/here-are-pictures.html

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As for John Belushi, known as “America’s Guest”, for his habit of rocking up anywhere at all and helping himself to the fridge, couch… see..

http://www.findadeath.com/Deceased/b/John%20Belushi/john_belushi.htm

(After only my second come of tea for the morning)

I wanted to pick up on this – most stupid comment of the overnight…

bubbles…. >Music is not very manly stuff, Ian.

How inane.

OK Ian, never mind :) You’re right, music is macho butch stuff and singing and dancing is tough & hard.

Bubblecar said:

OK Ian, never mind :) You’re right, music is macho butch stuff and singing and dancing is tough & hard.

No. Music can be made by anyone for anyone’s listening.

Ian said:

(After only my second come of tea for the morning)

I wanted to pick up on this – most stupid comment of the overnight…

bubbles…. >Music is not very manly stuff, Ian.

How inane.

Obviously -ome +up

#slap forehead – shrug shoulders# (plus punchline?)

Ian said:

You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down, you just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve to say you gotta hurt to live

The third line in the first verse is wrong. It should be” You got a lotta nerve to say you’ve got a helping hand to lend”

Bubblecar said:

You want Jewish North American whiny singer-songwriters who can’t sing, Leonard Cohen is far preferable to little Bobby Dylan :)

I think you’ll find Leonard Cohen is from Canada.

stan101 said:

Bubblecar said:

You want Jewish North American whiny singer-songwriters who can’t sing, Leonard Cohen is far preferable to little Bobby Dylan :)

I think you’ll find Leonard Cohen is from Canada.

And where is Canada located these days?

stan101 said:

Bubblecar said:

You want Jewish North American whiny singer-songwriters who can’t sing, Leonard Cohen is far preferable to little Bobby Dylan :)

I think you’ll find Leonard Cohen is from Canada.

Canada is in North America now. There was a memo about it last week.

There was a memo about it last week.

next you’ll be telling me all the pink bits have gone!

OCDC said:

stan101 said:

Bubblecar said:

You want Jewish North American whiny singer-songwriters who can’t sing, Leonard Cohen is far preferable to little Bobby Dylan :)

I think you’ll find Leonard Cohen is from Canada.

And where is Canada located these days?

and your point is? My point was based on Canadian linguistics.

Bubblecar said:

You want Jewish North American whiny singer-songwriters who can’t sing, Leonard Cohen is far preferable to little Bobby Dylan :)

Last time I saw Bob Dylan play live, my friend blagged us in by pretending she knew his guitar player so we got in free… I still think we paid too much.

>and your point is? My point was based on Canadian linguistics.

I stipulated North American (as opposed to “American”) because I was including Canada. You’ll find that Canadians do that themselves.

De gustibus non est disputandum

(But the real innovators in the transition from traditional folk music to popular music with real meaning were the likes of Davy Graham, Bert Jansch and Richard Thompson, rather than Dylan, imo)

and I really don’t think you could call Leonard Cohen “whiny”.

Bubblecar said:

>and your point is? My point was based on Canadian linguistics.

I stipulated North American (as opposed to “American”) because I was including Canada. You’ll find that Canadians do that themselves.

You are still missing the point. Rev just touched on it. In general, Canadians aren’t known for a whiny accent or being whiny. The stereotype is more upbeat, go get ‘em attitude. too.

stan101 said:

Bubblecar said:

>and your point is? My point was based on Canadian linguistics.

I stipulated North American (as opposed to “American”) because I was including Canada. You’ll find that Canadians do that themselves.

You are still missing the point. Rev just touched on it. In general, Canadians aren’t known for a whiny accent or being whiny. The stereotype is more upbeat, go get ‘em attitude. too.

Yes but Leonard Cohen was often uber-whiny, in both mood & voice:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz3lJX92ly0

Bubblecar said:

stan101 said:

Bubblecar said:

>and your point is? My point was based on Canadian linguistics.

I stipulated North American (as opposed to “American”) because I was including Canada. You’ll find that Canadians do that themselves.

You are still missing the point. Rev just touched on it. In general, Canadians aren’t known for a whiny accent or being whiny. The stereotype is more upbeat, go get ‘em attitude. too.

Yes but Leonard Cohen was often uber-whiny, in both mood & voice:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz3lJX92ly0

cohen is an acquired taste

he’s not my cup of tea but he sings with conviction

he’s not my cup of tea but he sings with conviction

i don’t think they could actually prove anything.

Boris said:

he’s not my cup of tea but he sings with conviction

i don’t think they could actually prove anything.

his time is over as a performer – he’s way too expensive

I saw some tickets for 160 dollars!!

wookiemeister said:

Boris said:

he’s not my cup of tea but he sings with conviction

i don’t think they could actually prove anything.

his time is over as a performer – he’s way too expensive

I saw some tickets for 160 dollars!!

for the second row!!

t_i

wookiemeister said:

cohen is an acquired taste

he’s not my cup of tea but he sings with conviction

Agree. Conviction and whiny aren’t synonyms in my eyes.

What about Tom Waits? He laments in melancholy but has a powerful booming voice even when whispering. Would he be classed as whiny?

tom waits is a foot.

12 inches? No wonder he had an album called BIG time.

noooo a leg end.

Boris said:

noooo a leg end.

you talking to me?

that he is. i’m getting slower as the night rolls on.
have you ever heard ‘the aerly years” volumes one and two?

they were his demo tapes before he had a label. Some very stripped back versions of old shoes, ole’ 55 and ice cream man, and plenty more.

well worth a listen

stan101 said:

Agree. Conviction and whiny aren’t synonyms in my eyes.

I have to agree that Bubbles’ link was pretty whiny though.

Boris said:

tom waits is a foot.

Is that an LC reference?

tom waits is a foot.
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Claps hands…

Davy Grahams playing is a bit whiny for my taste. (ooh whiny whiny and a bit tinny)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAAzlwn0zBc

sarahs mum said:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAAzlwn0zBc

Very nice SM.

(hadn’t heard of them)

The Rev Dodgson said:

sarahs mum said:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WAAzlwn0zBc

Very nice SM.

(hadn’t heard of them)

happy and arty traum’s album ‘relax your mind’ was one of favourites in the early 80s.’

anyway..i was thinking that dylan and cohen are about songwriting. and they would have been truly dreadful if a lot of very very very good musos hadn’t supported their music.

cue the band

Nice Canadian singer (Jill Barber):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbOxpLGre7Y