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Songs tell stories, too.
Please listen to this first one at least...because it is Arlo. lolololol
Arlo Guthrie/I Can't Help Falling In Love With You
The man we all learned from:
Pete Seeger - Sailing down my golden river
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My most loved story poem done by a wonderful singer. If you can, follow him over to YouTube and listen to his other songs.
Phil Ochs The Highwayman
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Tom Paxton is the man who wrote so many songs that others made popular. We got to hear him live twice and he is special to us.
I'm the man that built the bridges - Tom Paxton
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The man who speaks first brings tears to my eyes…about how the song saved him.
Stan Rogers performs "The Mary Ellen Carter" in One Warm Line documentary
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I didn’t embed these because some people have slow connections, but they are a part of the storytelling in music:
John Denver - Whose Garden Was This
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Don McLean - Vincent ( Starry, Starry Night) With Lyrics
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Billy Joel - Piano Man
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Mr Bojangles Sammy Davis Jr.
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Kenny Rogers - The Gambler (1978)
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C.W. McCall - Convoy
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OK…so nostalgia is running away with me. I am brimming over with it. I am turning 72 on Tuesday so that is the reason for it. When I was 19, I couldn’t have imagined being this old. Music and books and family have kept me going. I believe such things do change the world. And my readers here have helped keep me smiling, too. Thank you!!
This poem expresses what I am feeling tonight.
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Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and
cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was
air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the
nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking
warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would
take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Diaries of the Week:
Write On! Make characters likeable using this one weird old trick.
By SensibleShoes
www.dailykos.com/...
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Contemporary Fiction Views: Daring to live as one dreams in a brilliant novel
By bookgirl
www.dailykos.com/...
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JRR Tolkien's rules for constructing imaginary languages
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Shakespeare's first folio discovered on Scottish island
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The three-volume folio was found in a library at Mount Stuart House on the Isle of Bute, where it had collected dust for over 100 years.
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