“Down In The Valley” - Pete Seeger
know I love you, dear, know I love you
angels in heaven know I love you
if you don’t love me, love whom you please
throw you arms ‘round me, give my heart ease
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Neil Young - “Thrasher”(live)
It was then that I knew I’d had enough / Burned my credit card for fuel / Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand / With a one-way ticket to the land of truth / And my suitcase in my hand / How I lost my friends I still don’t understand
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Olivia Chrestomanci
Fire In The Hole (track 5)
I spent a nighttime chasing poltergeists and I fell down
You told me to stay put till you could bring the car around.
I’m waiting in a pitch black parking garage by the side of the Vegas Strip
I’m paying for an oversight that you won’t admit
And I’m not sure who I’m talking to right now –
It could be you or it could be him
Yeah I think it’s him.
Come on, a lifetime chasing poltergeists you just break out?
It’s a cop-out I didn’t stop you… though I was ordered to
Who’s gonna watch over you now you’re out there without us?
You took an out and it nearly broke me in two… if I tell it true.
Little brother
Is it a bother
That I’ve been calling you?
Oh Western Nevada in the summertime
Is hot and ungodly dry
I see heat shimmer up off the pavement
Like a failed goodbye
Rocksalt, highways, and shit to kill
We pretend it’s all the same –
He’d pull a trigger in a heartbeat
But he can’t say your name.
The ghosts of miners whisper down in the tunnels
That are stretched beneath the desert sand like rivers
They belonged to men who hunted silver down in the darkness
I’m a man who hunts the dark down with silver.
I fell farther than a person should fall
but I’m tough and I pulled through
Just before I hit the ground
I thought of you.
I didn’t try to stop you
But I wanted to.
Shotguns, roadmaps, and roach motels
We pretend like nothing’s changed –
He’d pull a trigger in a heartbeat
But he can’t say your name.
It’s like every mention of you is an act of violence
He can’t say your name so I’ll say it in silence.
If he really won’t say your name then I’ll say it in silence.
all her songs are so amazing. I legit cried earlier. buhh.
How I Became a Ramblin’ Man is the second in a trilogy of short costume dramas Rodney Graham produced between 1997 and 2000. The film is a musical-Western genre piece in which the artist, dressed as a benign wandering cowboy, rides his horse through a prairie landscape, eventually stopping to sing a melancholic song about his solitary country life. He then rides away, with each shot mirroring the sequence of his arrival. Like much of Graham’s practice, the film explores the structure of the loop and the playing of a role. The film’s circuitous structure denies the possibility of narrative resolution, suggesting instead an endlessly repeated journey.
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