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from The Life Aquatic (2008)
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
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from Joan Baez - Blowin Away (2006)
A HEARTFELT LINE OR TWO
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) Though the songwriters of the industry Write most of the songs I do And it's clear that no one will ever Sing them quite the way I do I think tonight I'll sit down and write A heartfelt line or two And if they turn out good enough I owe every word to you To the kid I thought was a little too young To know what sadness was Who took me out when I was down And set out to find the cause Of why the lady had the blues And seemed on the verge of tears I tell you that kid must have been around For a hundred and fifty years And to the tough guy blonde with the front tooth gone And ships all over his chest Who approached me out on the promenade Of the beach heading into the west His friends lay around on the muscleman lawn Like a drunken pirate band But he turned into a gentleman Called me a lady and kissed my hand Though the songwriters of the industry Write most of the songs I do And it's clear that no one will ever Sing them quite the way I do I think tonight I'll sit down and write A heartfelt line or two And if they turn out good enough I owe every word to you To the man and the woman who threw me a glance As they picnicked by the sea And returned their gaze to the kid and the food So as not to bother me They got up to leave and the woman looked on As the man leaned down to say "You've always meant so much to us Don't want to bother you and have a nice day" And to the band of gypsies I call friends Who speak so carefully To their friend with a life unlike their own In its strange complexities Who have the patience of the saints When I've been down for a spell I wish it were a whole lot easier To find the words to wish them well Though the songwriters of the industry Write most of the songs I do And it's clear that no one will ever Sing them quite the way I do I think tonight I'll sit down and write A heartfelt line or two And if they turn out good enough I owe every word to you |
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from Joan Baez - Blowin Away (2006)
Now you say you're lonely
You cried the long night through Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you Now you say you're sorry For being so untrue Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried, cried, cried a river over you You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, I remember, all that you said You told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now you say, you say you love me Well, just to prove that you do Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river 'Cause I cried a river over you You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head While you never shed a tear Remember, remember, all that you said Told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me and Now, now you say you love me Well, just to prove you do Come on and cry, cry, cry me a river, cry me a river 'Cause I cried a river over you If my pillow talk, imagine what it would have said Could it be a river of tears I cried in bed? So you can cry me a river Daddy, go ahead and cry that river 'Cause I cried, how I cried a river over you How I cried a river over you |
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from Joan Baez - Blowin Away (2006)
I've been romanced dined and danced
Crazy nights and wild times But my life has lost its mystery Love is blind and it cannot find me I'm blowing away Shadows take my love and leave I'm blowing away Shadows keep taking my love and leaving me And I have cast aside my foolish pride And I'm going down for the last time And I have searched this earth And I've sailed these seas Love is blind and it cannot find me I'm blowing away Shadows take my love and leave I'm blowing away Shadows keep taking my love and leaving me You keep taking my love and leaving me |
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from Joan Baez - Blowin Away (2006)
Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means Only the finest place to dine Paris in the sixties You had three sons Handsome husband by your side I flirted with everyone Your husband, aging but vain With the ladies was quite renowned Author of books made famous On his years in the French Underground But you, Luba, the Baroness It was really your blue blood No one could touch you with kid gloves And no one ever should And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le pere du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ceil The youngest son Jerome Brighter than he could be Preferred the darkened corners And was even a little too young for me Tall and shy and crafty He was oh so scholarly then Got married later on Had a child by the name of Julian The eldest Jean Francoise What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery Milkfed by his mother On Russian aristocracy With wits like sabre through silk He was the wisest one Married and remarried Had a child by the name of Sebastian And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le pere du petit Sebastian Vous attend dans le ceil Ah my sweet Christophe You were only seventeen First family dinners with the gypsies Finger chimes and tambourines With candlelit eyes of experience Oh how you laughed at me As I became rapidly foolish Under your gaze and on red burgundy In sixty-nine your father died I saw you in the years between Handsome, impetuous son of the rich Taking care of your mother, the queen And you are married now as well It was inevitable Three day wedding in the south of France To an angel named Annabelle Recently I was in France I called you on the phone Caught racing back through memories Luba was at home Her voice sounded quite the same As we touched on the amenities Suddenly it fell and shattered Like a thousand broken tiffanies In November Jean Francoise died We were all there by his side Sorry, darling, that I cried It's hard to keep these things inside Where are you staying and how's your son? No, we hardly told anyone How long are you here, are you with someone? Hold it, I'll put Christophe on the phone Ah my sweet Christophe Same damn voice Hell of a way to become the eldest son It's true you had no choice And you and Annabelle You must take care of her Yes, I'll be over later on And I'll bring my guitar While going through things afterward A letter she wrote and never sent A single phrase stood out to you These are the words and how it went... And the hands of little Julian Will guide you well Et le pere du petit Sebastian Nous attend dans le ceil |
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from Joan Baez - Blowin Away (2006)
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river And together we melt like the snow Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow A few more miles to go Miles to freedom |
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from Joan Baez - Blowin Away (2006)
Miracles keep happening
The sun rose in the east today I sat up and sighed for the millionth time As the dawn was phasing a night away The blues can last for just so long And from the depth There will arise another song And I'll sit here in the sea and the sun Waiting for that other song to come That other song to come You don't have to be black to sing the blues From what I gather all you got to be is blue Self-indulgence is universal Adolescence was merely a rehearsal Look around you and you will see Everyone has a small franchise on misery On misery And I will sing you a song Just as soon as I get my voice When you're up, you're up And when you're down You really got no choice No rain this winter The manzanita reminded me We've been living in a drought And the ocean looks good to me Haven't been in love for a year or so Because I get fussy And hard to live with as I grow Ask the hungry manzanita You cannot cross a cypress and a cedar And a cedar My moods are changing like the sea There are a hundred things That I'd like to be Meanwhile I'll sit in the sun Waiting for that other song to come That other song to come And I will sing it to you Just as soon as I get my voice When you're up, you're really up And when you're down You really got no choice |
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from Joan Baez - Blowin Away (2006)
I am sailing, I am sailing,
Home again 'cross the sea. I am sailing stormy waters, To be near you to be free. I am flying, I am flying, Like a bird 'cross the sky. I am flying passing high clouds, To be with you to be free. Can you hear me, can you hear me, Thro' the dark night far away. I am dying forever trying, To be with you who can say. We are sailing, we are sailing, Home again 'cross the sea. We are sailing, stormy waters, To be near you to be free |
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from Joan Baez - Blowin Away (2006)
Ripping along towards middle age
And my music career kind of missed a page Record sales began to drop The management all began to hop Not worry, they said, you'll see What you need is some fresh publicity Just give us a nod and we'll all leap Towards putting you back at the top of the heap I said, Fine, I'll give it a whack I hung up the phone and I turned my back Began daydreaming I was somebody else When the phone jumped over from the wall to the shelf We just had a break, this is really fine We can make the January issue of TIME If you'll give us Monday, a week from today From two to four, now what do you say? I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag You got me on the rag, rag Take your insults about the queen And shove them up your royal Timese machine But I scribbled it down on the wall calendar And wondered about my interviewer Maybe he'd be just a real nice guy Bright and sympathetic with a roving eye We'd forget all about the assignment due Formalities, photos, and the interview We'd hop on into his big rent-a-car Go for a lovely drive, not far....maybe France As the big day approached it slipped my mind Till my secretary showed up at the house to remind Me to switch into gear for the big coup de gras The meeting with the man from the media I swept the driveway and polished the phone Put on a Kenzo knit in two-tone Fluffed the pillows in the burgundy chair Made up my eyes and brushed my hair...all in that order When he called to say he was three hours late My cheerful facade began to disintegrate The photographer'd be even later still She was hopelessly lost in the nearby hills He arrived not exactly the man of my dreams Not bad for a rep from the Timese machine Asked me a wandering question or three And I thought he was actually listening to me And I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag You got me on the rag, rag Take your insults about the queen And shove them up your royal Timese machine Curious about his interest I babbled my way through the worldwide list Ireland, Chile and the African states Poetry, politics and how they relate Motherhood, music and Moog synthesizers Political prisoners and Commie sympathizers Hetero, homo and bisexuality Where they all stand in the nineteen-seventies Then suddenly it stopped and he started to lobby Said, Tell me some inside stuff about Bobby Bobby who? I smiled and said And the TIME man's face was laced with red I know you guys used to know each other I know you refer to him as being your brother And I know that you know where he's coming from I said, You know alot for being so Goddamned dumb And I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag You got me on the rag, rag Take your insults about the queen And shove them up your royal Timese machine Well I never gave him quite what he came for The inside story and it's really a shame For I never made the January issue of TIME And just before I run out of words that rhyme I really should tell you that deep in my heart I don't give a damn where I stand on the charts Not as long as the sun sinks into the west And that's going to be a pretty serious test.....of time |
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from Joan Baez - Blowin Away (2006)
It's a long time since I saw you last
So tell me how you've been Did you ever get to buy that yellow coat? Do the flowers in you window box Still smile when you walk in? Did you read the letters that I wrote? And I've been on the road since Christmas But it don't seem so long Outside of that there isn't much to say. I cut down on my drinkin' some And wrote another song I wish you wouldn't look at me that way Remember all the mornings We'd walk around the park The nights we babysat for Billy's kids And all the times we used to talk Of having one ourselves I don't remember why we never did Do the neighbors still complain a bit When the music gets too loud? Does your old cat still sleep up on the bed? And do you still walk around With your head up in the clouds? Have you heard a single thing I've said? It's a two day drive to New York Guess I'd better go Have you noticed the weather's gettin' cold? And it's a long time since I saw you last Tell me how you've been Did you ever get to buy that yellow coat? Did you ever get to buy that yellow coat? |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
Lyrics as reprinted in Guy and Candie Carawan, Sing for Freedom: The Story of
the Civil Rights Movement through its songs, Bethlehem, PA, 1990, pp. 122-123. Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine, And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun, And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one. At an old Baptist church there was no need to run. And the choirs kept singing of Freedom, The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew, And Denise McNair brought the number to two. The falcon of death was a creature they knew, And the choirs kept singing of Freedom, The church it was crowded, but no one could see That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three. Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me. And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. Young Carol Robertson entered the door And the number her killers had given was four. She asked for a blessing but asked for no more, And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground. And people all over the earth turned around. For no one recalled a more cowardly sound. And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. The men in the forest they once asked of me, How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea. And I asked them right with a tear in my eye. How many dark ships in the forest? The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone. And I can't do much more than to sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. And the choirs keep singing of Freedom. |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
Go away from my window
Go away from my door Go away way from my bedside And bother me no more And bother me no more I'll go tell all of my brothers I'll go tell my shipmates too The reason that my heart is broke Is all because of you Is all because of you I'll give you back your presents You give me back my ring And I won't forget my own true love As long as song birds sing As long as song birds sing Go away from my window Go away from my door Go away way from my bedside And bother me no more And bother me no more I'll tell all of my brothers I'll tell my shipmates too The reason that my heart is broke Is all because of you Is all because of you |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
At my door the leaves are falling
The cold wild wind will come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out to wild the parties And look for a little fun But I find the darkened corner 'Cause I still miss someone Though I never got over those blue eyes I see them everywhere I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry for For leaving what we had begun There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone Though I never got over those blue eyes I see them everywhere I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry for For leaving what we had begun There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
Go away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need. You say you're looking for someone, never weak but always strong, to protect you and defend you, whether you are right or wrong. Someone to open each and every door. But it ain't me, babe, no, no, no, it ain't me, babe, it ain't me you're looking for, babe. Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly on the ground. I'm not the one you want, babe, I will only let you down. You say you're looking for someone, who will promise never to part. Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart. Someone who will die for you and more. + CHORUS Go, melt back in the night, babe, everything inside is made of stone. There's nothing in here moving, and anyway I'm not alone. You say you're looking for someone, who'll pick you up each time you fall. To gather flowers constantly, and to come each time you call. A love of your life and nothing more. + CHORUS (Joan Baez) undefined undefined More... GeoCities Premium Services [Close] [Close] GeoCities Premium Services |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light The people who saw, they all agreed That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi? If you were somewheres else, then you won't have to die" I spoke not a word, though it meant my life For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife She walks these hills in a long black veil Visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me The scaffold is high, eternity near She stands in the crowd, she sheds not a tear But sometimes at night, when the cold winds moan In a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil Visits my grave when the night winds wail Nobody knows, nobody sees Nobody knows but me |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright For the sword outwears the sheath And the soul wears out the breast And the heart must pause to breathe And love itself must rest Though the night was made for loving And the day returns too soon Still we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high,
and the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread. I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain, and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain. So come all you gamblers, wherever you are, and don't bet your money on that little grey mare. Most likely she'll stumble, most likely she'll fall, but never you'll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball. As they were a-riding, 'bout halfway round, that grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground. And way out yonder, ahead of them all, came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball. Stewball was a race horse, and by the day he was mine, he never drank water, he always drank wine. (Joan Baez) |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
Queen Jane lay in labor
For six weeks and more The women grew weary And the midwife gave o'er King Henry, he was sent for On horse back and speed King Henry came to her In the time of her need Oh Henry, good King Henry If that you do be Please pierce my side open And save my baby Oh no Jane, good Queen Jane That never could be I'd lose my sweet flower To save my baby Queen Jane she turned over She fell all in a swoon Her side was pierced open And the baby was found How bright was the morning How yellow was the moon How costly the white coat Queen Jane was wrapped in King Henry he weeped He wrung his hands 'til they're sore The flower of England Will never be no more |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
(revised version sung by Joan Baez)
Cold blows the wind to my true love, And gently drops the rain. I've never had but one true love, And in green-wood he lies slain. I'll do as much for my true love, As any young girl may, I'll sit and mourn all on his grave, For twelve months and a day. And when twelve months and a day was passed, The ghost did rise and speak, "Why sittest thou all on my grave And will no let me sleep?" "Go fetch me water from the desert, And blood from out the stone, Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast That young man never has known." "How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart, Where we were want to walk, The fairest flower that e'er I saw Has withered to a stalk." "A stalk has withered and dead, sweetheart, The flower will never return, And since I've lost my own true love, What can I do but yearn." "When will we meet again, sweetheart, When will we meet again?" "When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees Are green and spring up again." The Unquiet Grave (Child #78) Traditional Folk Song From "Joan Baez 5" sung by Joan Baez (5), Frankie Armstrong (Lovely on Water), Ian Campbell, and Patons |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
Show me the prison
show me the jail show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you or I. show me the alley show me the train show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why there but for fortune go you or I. show me the whiskey stains on the floor show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door and I'll show you, young man, with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you or I. Show me the country where the bombs had to fall show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall and I'll show you young man with so many reasons why, there but for fortune go you and I, you and I. |
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from Joan Baez - 5 (2005)
CHORUS
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' When you hear them cuckoos hollerin' Sign of rain, buddy, it'ss a sign of rain Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby Ain't comin' home, buddy, and I ain't comin' home CHORUS When you hear them hoot owls callin' When you hear them hoot owls callin' When you hear them hoot owls callin' Someone's dyin', whoa, somebody's dyin' CHORUS |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
I wish I were home now, in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean The deepest ocean, to be by your side But the sea is wide, I cannot swim over And either have I wings to fly I wish I could find me a handy boatman To ferry me over to my love and die These childhood places bring sad reflections Of happy times, spent so long ago My girlhood friends and my own relations Have all passed on, like the melting snow And I'll spend my days in endless roaming Soft is the grass, and my bed is free Ah, to be home now in Carrickfergus On that long road down to the salty sea And in Kilkenny, it is reported On marble stone as black as ink With gold and silver he did support me But I'll sing no more now 'til I've had a drink And I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober As I roam on, from town to town Ah, but I'm sick now, and my days are numbered Come all ye young lads, and lay me down Come all ye young lads, and lay me down |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
It's Christmastime in Washington
The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans drink whiskey neat And thanked their lucky stars They said, 'He cannot seek another term They'll be no more FDRs' I sat home in Tennessee Staring at the screen With an uneasy feeling in my chest And I'm wonderin' what it means So come back Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes from paradise And rise again somehow If you run into Jesus Maybe he can help you out Come back Woody Guthrie to us now I followed in your footsteps once Back in my travelin' days Somewhere I failed to find your trail Now I'm stumblin' through the haze But there's killers on the highway now And a man can't get around So I sold my soul for wheels that roll Now I'm stuck here in this town So come back Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes from paradise And rise again somehow If you run into Jesus Maybe he can help you out Come back Woody Guthrie to us now There's foxes in the hen house Cows out in the corn The unions have been busted Their proud red banners torn To listen to the radio You'd think that all was well But you and me and Cisco know It's going straight to hell So come back, Emma Goldman Rise up, old Joe Hill The barracades are goin' up They cannot break our will Come back to us, Malcolm X And Martin Luther King We're marching into Selma As the bells of freedom ring So come back Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes from paradise And rise again somehow If you run into Jesus Maybe he can help you out Come back Woody Guthrie to us now |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps They're flying you back to the Mexico border To pay all your money to wade back again Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees My father's own father, he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees They rode the big trucks till they lay down and die Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves The radio tells me they're just deportees Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees We died in your hills and we died in your deserts We died in your valleys we died on your plains We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes Both sides of the river we died just the same Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted Our work contract's out and we have to move on But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves. Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil And be called by no name except "deportee" Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
If I had wings like Noah's dove
I'd fly the river to the one I love Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. I had a man, who was long and tall, Moved his body like a cannon ball. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. 'Member one evening, it was drizzling rain And in my heart I felt an aching pain. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Once I wore my apron low, Been a-keep' you away from my door. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Now my apron is up to my chin, You pass my door but you never come in. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Muddy river runs muddy 'n' wild, You can't care the bloody for my unborn child. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Number nine train ain' done no harm, Number nine train take my poor baby home. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. Fastest man I ever saw Skid Missouri on the way to Arkansas. Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The triangle tingles And the trumpet play slow Farewell Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go. There's no need for anger There's no need for blame There's nothing to prove Ev'rything's still the same Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea Farewell Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jacks and queens Have forsaked the courtyard Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell Angelina The sky is folding I'll see you in a while. See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun And the neighbors they clap And they cheer with each blast Farewell Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast. King Kong, little elves On the rooftoops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone Farewell Angelina The sky is embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks The fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks Call me any name you like I will never deny it Farewell Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet. |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
This is my song, O God of all the nations
A song of peace, for lands afar & mine This is my home, the country where my heart is Heare are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine But other hearts in other lands are beating With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine My country's skies are bluer than the ocean And sunlight beams on clover leaf and pine But other lands have sunlight too, and clover And skies are everywhere as blue as mine O hear my song, thou God of all the nations A song of peace for their land and for mine |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind you, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start anew And it's all over now, Baby Blue Oh, it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
Jack-A-Roe (Traditional)
There was a wealthy merchant, In London he did dwell He had a lovely daughter, The truth to you I'll tell Oh the truth to you I'll tell She had sweethearts a-plenty And men of high degree There was none but Jack the sailor, Her true love e'er could be Oh her true love e'er could be Now Jackie's gone a-sailing With trouble on his mind To leave his native country And his darling girl behind Oh, his darling girl behind. She went into a tailor shop And dressed in men's array And stepped on board a vessel To convey herself away Oh, to convey herself away. "Before you step on board, sir, Your name I'd like to know" She smiled all in her countenance, "They call me Jackaroe" Oh, they call me Jackaroe. "Your waist is light and slender, Your fingers are neat and small Your cheeks too red and rosy To face the cannonball" Oh, to face the cannon-ball. "I know my waist is slender, My fingers neat and small But it would not make me tremble To see ten thousand fall" Oh, to see ten thousand fall. The war soon being over, They hunted all around And among the dead and dying Her darling boy she found Oh, her darling boy she found. She picked him up all in her arms And carried him to the town And sent for a physician who Quickly healed his wounds Oh, who quickly healed his wounds. This couple they got married And well they did agree This couple they got married, So why not you and me Oh, so why not you and me. |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good
And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way And there was nothin' anyone could do or say And I almost listened to him Yeah, I almost lost my mind Then I regained my senses again And looked into my heart to find That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool But I don't remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school But somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again But I still find some comfort now and then Then the storm comes rumblin' in And I can't lay me down And the drums are drummin' again And I can't stand the sound But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem And there'll be no barricades then There'll be no wire or walls And we can wash all this blood from our hands And all this hatred from our souls And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he. "The Copper Bosses killed you Joe, They shot you Joe" says I. "Takes more than guns to kill a man" Says Joe "I didn't die" Says Joe "I didn't die" And standing there as big as life And smiling with his eyes. Says Joe "What they can never kill Went on to organize, Went on to organize" From San Diego up to Maine, In every mine and mill, Where working-men defend their rights, It's there you find Joe Hill, It's there you find Joe Hill! I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he. |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know
Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about 1,000 miles a day? Take one last look behind, commit this to memory and mind. Don't miss this wasteland, this terrible place. When you leave keep your heart off your sleeve. Motherland cradle me, close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep. Keep me safe, lie with me, stay beside me don't go. Don't you go. Oh, my five & dime queen tell me what have you seen? The lust and the avarice, the bottomless, cavernous greed, is that what you see? Motherland cradle me, close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep. Keep me safe, lie with me, stay beside me don't go. It's your happiness I want most of all and for that I'd do anything at all, oh mercy me! If you want the best of it or the most of all, if there's anything I can do at all. Now come on shot gun bride what makes me envy your life? Faceless, nameless, innocent, blameless and free, what's that like to be? Motherland cradle me, close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep. Keep me safe, lie with me, stay beside me don't go. Don't go. |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
Coldest night of the winter
working up my farewell In the middle of everything under no particular spell Dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from Nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness is long gone standing like an old jack pine I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter She's a friend of a friend of mine Can't believe your hands and mouth did all that to me And they are so daily naked for all the world to see That thunderstorm in Michigan I never will forget We shook right with the thunder & with the pounding rain got wet Where did you turn when you turned from me with your arms across your chest Ya,I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter saw her in the great northwest Would she have said it was the wrong time if I had found her then I don't ask very much a field across the road and a few good friends She used to come & see me she was always there & gone Even the very longest love do'nt last very long She'd stood there in my doorway smoothing out her dress saying 'life is a thump-ripe melon- -so sweet and such a mess' (I wanted to get to know you but you said you were shy I would have followed you anywhere but hello rolled into goodbye I just stood there watching as you walked along the fence Beware of them that look at you as an experience You're back out on the highway with your poems of city heat I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter here on my own side street) Well,The murderer who lived next door seemed such a normal guy-- You try to swallow what they shove at us you run out of tears to cry I heard a man speak quietly I listened for a while He spoke from his heart to my woe & then he bowed & smiled What is real but compassion as we move from birth to death Ya,I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter & I'm running out of breath Spring will come back I know it will & it'll do its best so useful, so endangered like a lion or a breast I think about my children when I look at any child's face pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace It's so cold out there tonight stormy I can hardly see I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter & I guess I always will be. |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain around his neck. Old Reilly's daughter got a message That her father was goin' to hang. She rode by night and came by morning With gold and silver in her hand. When the judge he saw Reilly's daughter His old eyes deepened in his head, Sayin', "Gold will never free your father, The price, my dear, is you instead." "Oh I'm as good as dead," cried Reilly, "It's only you that he does crave And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all. Get on your horse and ride away." "Oh father you will surely die If I don't take the chance to try And pay the price and not take your advice. For that reason I will have to stay." The gallows shadows shook the evening, In the night a hound dog bayed, In the night the grounds were groanin', In the night the price was paid. The next mornin' she had awoken To know that the judge had never spoken. She saw that hangin' branch a-bendin', She saw her father's body broken. These be seven curses on a judge so cruel: That one doctor will not save him, That two healers will not heal him, That three eyes will not see him. That four ears will not hear him, That five walls will not hide him, That six diggers will not bury him And that seven deaths shall never kill him |
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from Joan Baez - Bowery Songs (2005)
(traditional)
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand a silver dagger, She says that I can't be your bride. All men are false, says my mother, They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies. The very next evening, they'll court another, Leave you alone to pine and sigh. My daddy is a handsome devil He's got a chain five miles long, And on every link a heart does dangle Of another maid he's loved and wronged. Go court another tender maiden, And hope that she will be your wife, For I've been warned, and I've decided To sleep alone all of my life. |
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from I Write The Songs: 36 Singer Songwriters Performing... (2005)
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
I see the town
Where we were born, I see the place We were raised, I see all the things you wanted That I never gave. I see sadness, I see sorrow, I see pain in your face, But I just can't see A stranger in my place. I can see now where we quarrelled, I can see now I was wrong, I can see where you might weaken When I wasn't strong. I see mem'ries of a love gone bad That time cannot erase, But I just can't see a stranger in my place. No one seems to know you quite like I do, No one knows the thigs that make you cry. Looking back it seems I never showed you, And now I lay alone and wonder why. I can see now Where you might grow tired of dreams That don't come true, I can see where I have fallen short Of the things I promised you. I can see mow throug my tear filled eyes no love on your face, I must get used to seein' strangers in my place. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
A young gypsy fell out in a slumber Heading north with a driver he knew Someone he'd lived with and trusted A young woman who trusted him too That very same day the young gypsy Had come from a farm in the west Where the children had played throughout the heat of the day Affording the gypsy no rest And the gypsy's bones were weary And the front seat looked secure And the gypsy slept on until the sun it was gone And the stars pierced the eyes of the girl at his side The next morning's day would be Easter He'd dress in his only fine shirt And shuffle through clusters of strangers With his gaze and his shoes in the dirt And the woman who loved him would watch him Protect him from curious stares For the womenfolk tend to be friendly And the gypsy's as young as he's fair And the evening brought on laughter And jars of bright red wine And the gypsy drank some and the gypsy had fun And his dancing got wild and the grandmothers smiled Sleeping came easily after In the arms of the woman that fold Up the secrets and dreams of the gypsy That will never be sought or be sold In fact, they will never be told For the gypsy is two years old ⓒ 1973 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found, was blind, but now I see. 't Was Grace that taught my heart to fear, and Grace my fear relieved. How precious did that Grace appear, the hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils and snares we have already come. ‘t Was Grace that brought us safe thus far, Grace will lead us home. When we've been there ten thousands years, bright shining as the sun. We've no less days to sing God's praise than when we first begun. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
We may not always be the best of lovers
But if you leave it to me I think I can see We'll always be the best of friends And one day when I am old and on the porch With knittings around my knees you hear me say Excuse me please,but aren't you the one And wasn't it fun way back when Or maybe in a year you'll reappear And if that should come true I'd throw my arms around you and watch you smile Just for awhile once again We may not be the best of lovers But if you leave it to me I think I can see We'll always be the best of friends La la la The best of friends La la la |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Blessed are the one way ticket holders on a one way street. Blessed are the midnight riders for in the shadow of God they sleep. Blessed are the huddled hikers staring out at falling rain, wondering at the retribution in their personal acquaintance with pain. Blessed are the blood relations of the young ones who have died, who had not the time or patience to carry on this earthly ride. Rain will come and winds will blow, wild deer die in the mountain snow. Birds will beat at heaven's wall, what comes to one must come to us all. For you and I are one way ticket holders on a one way street. which lies across a golden valley where the waters of joy and hope run deep. So if you pass the parents weeping of the young ones who have died, take them to your warmth and keeping for blessed are the tears they cried and many were the years they tried. Take them to that valley wide and let their souls be pacified. ⓒ 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man? How many seas must the white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannonballs fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? How many years must some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? And how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind How many times can a man look up Before he sees the sky? How many ears must one person have Before he can hear people cry? And how many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind Oh, the answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind The answer is blowing in the wind |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Walk along the river
Sweet lullaby It just keeps on flowing It don't worry 'bout where it's going No, no Don't fly, mister blue bird I'm just walking down the road Early morning sunshine Tell me all I need to know You're my blue sky You're my sunny day Lord, you know it makes me high When you turn your love my way Turn your love my way Good old Sunday morning Bells are ringing everywhere Going to Carolina It won't be long and I'll be there You're my blue sky You're my sunny day Lord, you know it makes me high When you turn your love my way Turn your love my way |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
I don't wanna hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly I know there's life below me But all that you can show me Is the prarie and the sky I don't wanna hear your sad story About heartache and desire The last time I felt like this I was in the wilderness And the canyon was on fire And I stood on the mountain, in the night And I watched it burn, I watched it burn I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face Well you really got me this time And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive I have come to listen for the sound Of the trucks as they move down Out on highway ninety five And pretend that it's the ocean coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean Baby do you know what I mean I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Infinity gives me chills So could the waters of Iceland But there's a difference in finding diamonds in rust And rhinestones in a dishpan Miracles bowl me over And often will they do so Now I think I was asleep till I heard The voice of the great Caruso Bring infinity home Let me embrace it one more time Make it the lilies of the field Or Caruso in his prime A friend of mine gave me a tape She'd copied from a record disc It was made at the turn of the century And found in a jacket labeled "misc." And midst cellos, harps, and flugelhorns With the precision of a hummingbird's heart Was the lord of the monarch butterflies One-time ruler of the world of art Bring infinity home Let me embrace it one more time Make it the lilies of the field or Caruso in his prime Yes, the king of them all was Enrico Whose singular chest could rival A hundred fervent Baptists Giving forth in a tent revival True he was a vocal miracle But that's only secondary It's the sould of the monarch butterfly That I find a little bit scary Bring infinity home Let me embrace it one more time Make it the lilies of the field Or Caruso in his prime Perhaps he's just a vehicle To bear us to the hills of Truth That's Truth spelled with a great big T And peddled in the mystic's booth There are oh so many miracles That the western sky exposes Why go looking for lilacs When you're lying in a bed of roses? Bring infinity home Let me embrace it one more time Make it the lilies of the field Or Caruso in his prime ⓒ 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Little Annie Fannie Morgan and Christian Katy and Nathan Tommy and Zem Zem Alex and J.J. Tai and Ezekial Amy and Josie Matthew and Mosie Sweet Pearl and Nicholas Come here and tickle us I don't like nicknames I like to play games One of them's Batman That's where it's at man Look at your t-shirt I see you're all wet now I'll give you a bath If you'll go to bed now Oh can't you see I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired Joey and Janet Jennifer, Joshua Justin and Jason Jacob and Jordan Heather and Shannon Marisa and Kirsten Kimmie and David Who shall we play with? Here comes my own son Light of my life is Younger than new leaves Brighter than you please Says that he loves me Big as the world and Gabriel Harris You go to bed now You go to bed now It's quarter to nine I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired You heard what I said now You go to bed now It was a hard day Never enough play Iggy was sick and couldn't come over One of your mice died That was when you cried Get in the tub And play with your boats now Sit here beside me I'll tell you a story One about snakes And anything gory Ask me no questions How far is the sky And I'm falling asleep And you're smarter than I am Light of my life Good night Good night Good night ⓒ 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
DE COLORES
De colores, de colores se visten los campos en la primavera. De colores, de colores son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera. De colores, de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir. Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mi. (Repeat) Canta el gallo, canta el gallo con el quiri, quiri, quiri, quiri, qui, la gallina, la gallina con el cara, cara, cara, cara, cara, los polluelos, los polluelos con el pio, pio, pio, pio, pi. y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan a mi. (Repeat) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Di Da (Repeat through the whole song)
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Di Da (Repeat through the whole song)
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
El preso numero nueve ya lo van a confesar
esta encerrado en la celda con el cura del penal y antes del amanecer la vida le han de quitar porque mato a su mujer y a un amigo desleal Dice asi al confesar los mate si senor y si vuelvo a nacer yo los vuelvo a matar Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad yo se que alla en el cielo el que juzga nos juzgara voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarla hasta el mas alla. ay. yayayayayyyyy El preso numero nueve era un hombre muy cabal iba en la noche del pueble muy contento en su jacal pero al mirar a su amor en brazos de su rival ardio en el pecho el rencor y no se pudo aguantar al sonar el clarin se formo el peloton iban al paredon solo alcanzo a decir: Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad yo se que alla en el cielo el que juzga nos juzgara voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarla hasta el mas alla. ay. yayayayayyyyy yaay |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Rossinyol, que vas a Franca, rossinyol,
encomana'm a la mare, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Encomane'm a la mare, rossinyol, i a mon pare no pas gaire, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Perque m'ha mal maridada, rossinyol, a un pastor me n'ha dada, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Que em fa guardar la ramada, rossinyol, he perduda l'esquellada, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Jo t'he de donar per paga, rossinyol, un pet'o i una abracada, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. Rossinyol, que vas a Franca, rossinyol, encomana'm a la mare, rossinyol, d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Poema de Fernando Alegria, con
musica de Rolando Alarcon. De Chile) Las cinco ya van a dar Las cinco de la manana abreme la puerta mi alma que he ganado una batalla que he ganado una batalla y herido ya el sol se asoma te busco en la madrugada dame tu pecho, paloma. Dame tu pecho, paloma sin olvidar bien amada flor que no se abre a su dueno se apaga en la madrugada al filo de un esquinazo como el lucero en tu almohada paloma y tu entre mis brazos. Palomita entre mis brazos punteando se viene el alba oye el rumor de las armas que ya suenan los balazos que ya suenan los balazos escucha lo que yo siento no vuela la alondra en vano si en brazos la lleva el viento. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
FOREVER YOUNG
May God bless and keep you always. May your wishes all come true. May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung And may you stay Forever young. May you grow up to be rightous. May you grow up to be true. May you always know the truth And see the light surrounding you. May you always be courageous, Stand upright, and be strong And may you stay Forever young. Forever young. Forever young. May you stay Forever young. May your hands always be busy. May your feet always be swift. May you have a strong foundation When the winter changes shift. May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung And may you stay Forever young. Forever young. Forever young. May you stay Forever young. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
FOREVER YOUNG
May God bless and keep you always. May your wishes all come true. May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung And may you stay Forever young. May you grow up to be rightous. May you grow up to be true. May you always know the truth And see the light surrounding you. May you always be courageous, Stand upright, and be strong And may you stay Forever young. Forever young. Forever young. May you stay Forever young. May your hands always be busy. May your feet always be swift. May you have a strong foundation When the winter changes shift. May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung And may you stay Forever young. Forever young. Forever young. May you stay Forever young. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
I was looking through some photographs I found inside your drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you There were one or two I know that you would have liked a little more But they didn't show your spirit quite as true You were turning around to see who was behind you And I took your childish laughter by surprise And at the moment that my camera happened to find you There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes Now the things that I remember seem so distant and so small Though it hasn't really been that long a time What I was seeing wasn't really happening at all Although for a while, our path did seem to climb But when you see through love's illusions, there lies the danger And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger While the loneliness seems to spring from your life Like a fountain from a pool Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight You've had to hide sometimes, but now you're all right And it's good to see your smiling face tonight Now for you and me it may not be that hard to reach our dreams But that magic feeling never seems to last And while the future's there for anyone to change, still you know it seems It would be easier sometimes to change the past I'm just one or two years and a couple of changes behind you In my lessons at love's pain and heartache school Where if you feel too free and you need something to remind you There's this loneliness springing up from your life Like a fountain from a pool Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight You've had to hide sometimes but now you're all right And it's good to see your smiling face tonight |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Gracias A La Vida
(Violeta Parra) Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me dio dos luceros, que cuando los abro, Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me ha dado el oido que en todo su ancho Graba noche y dia, grillos y canarios, Martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos, Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario; Con el las palabras que pienso y declaro: Madre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando La ruta del alma del que estoy amando. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados; Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos, Playas y desiertos, montanas y llanos, Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me dio el corazon que agita su marco Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano, Cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo, Cuando miro al fondo de tus ojos claros. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto. Asi yo distingo dicha de quebranto, Los dos materiales que forman mi canto, Y el canto de ustedes que es mi mismo canto, Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto. Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Jose Marti ? Hector Angulo & Pete Seeger)
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Yo soy un hombre sincero, De donde crece la palma, Yo soy un hombre sincero, De donde crece la palma, Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Mi verso es de un verde claro, Y de un carmin encenidido, Mi verso es de un verde claro, Y de un carmin encenidido, Mi verso es un cierro herido Que busca en el monte amparo. Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Con los pobres de la tierra, Quiero yo mi suerte echar, Con los pobres de la tierra, Quiero yo mi suerte echar, El arroyo de la sierra, Me complace mas que el mar. Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local square It's only that I'm here tonight thinking I was there There are high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was good to me Instead of having a flock of sons he had two other girls and me And if we had used our Spanish names, here's the way they'd run Thalia, Margarita and Juanita, I'm the middle one. The screen door kept the demons in as we moved from town to town It's hard to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door Why do you carry the weight, she said, of the world and maybe more? And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line My father preached in his parents' church when he was ten years and nine And mama dressed in parishoners' clothes and didn't believe in hell Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived I'd have known him well They said go find a Sunday School, we must have tried them all I never stole from the silver plate, my sisters had more gall One preacher said sing out loud and clear, it's the only life you've got And the next one said be good on earth, you've another life at the feet of God And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My father turned down many a job just to give us something real It's hard to be a scientist in the States when you've got ideals And mama kept the budget book, she kept the garden, too Bought fish from the man on Thursday, fed all of us and strangers, too But time will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's being told And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child who's wrong Be still when the earth is silent and sing when my strength is gone And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico Now father's going to India sometime in the fall They tried to stay together but you just can't do it all I'll think about him if he goes, there's a little grey in his hair Though not much because he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare And if he goes to India I'll miss him most of all He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the beggar's call And mama will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong And I'll say a prayer for both of them and sing them both my song And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there. Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown, A life of their own left us alone. John and Linda live in Omaha, And Joe is somewhere on the road. We lost Davy in the Korean war, And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore. Chorus: Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger, And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day. Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello." Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more, She sits and stares through the back door screen. And all the news just repeats itself Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen. Someday I'll go and call up Rudy, We worked together at the factory. But what could I say if asks "What's new?" "Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do." Repeat Chorus: So if you're walking down the street sometime And spot some hollow ancient eyes, Please don't just pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello." |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near. So I remember ev'ry face Of ev'ry man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released. They say ev'ry man needs protection, They say ev'ry man must fall. Yet I swear I see my reflection Some place so high above this wall. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released. Standing next to me in this lonely crowd, Is a man who swears he's not to blame. All day long I hear him shout so loud, Crying out that he was framed. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living in peace You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed nor hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
In the quiet morning
There was much despair And in the hours that followed No one could repair That poor girl Tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale Rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline rail She once walked right at my side I'm sure she walked by you Her striding steps could not deny Torment from a child who knew That in the quiet morning There would be despair And in the hours that followed No one could repair That poor girl She cried out her song so loud It was heard the whole world round A symphony of violence The great southwest unbound la laa laa laa la la la laa laa la laa laa laa la la laa laa la laa laa laa la la la laa laa la la la laa laa la la la laa In the quiet morning There was much despair And in the hours that followed No one could repair That poor girl Tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale Rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline rail |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed
Where we slept; now it's growing cold. Jesse your face, in the place where we lay By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home. Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling Your step; and I remember too. All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey And I still set a place on the table at noon And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home. Jesse the spread on the bed, It's like when you left, I kept it for you. All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned And are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you. We'll swallow the light on the stairs I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he. "The Copper Bosses killed you Joe, They shot you Joe" says I. "Takes more than guns to kill a man" Says Joe "I didn't die" Says Joe "I didn't die" And standing there as big as life And smiling with his eyes. Says Joe "What they can never kill Went on to organize, Went on to organize" From San Diego up to Maine, In every mine and mill, Where working-men defend their rights, It's there you find Joe Hill, It's there you find Joe Hill! I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The ship that sails the seven seas Has finally brought me to my knees It's not much to my liking The people standing on the rock Are innocent and they know not That the tide comes in Death rides it like a Viking The mountains rise above the mist And the golden prince I've never kissed He may die tonight And why do I want to ride with The prince whose alleged horse is white? Because when we ride together Our lives are cloaked forever Happiness is temporary Believe me, I know It can arrive as a shining crystal And leave as the melting snow Come all you lads and lasses The Kingdom of Childhood passes Oh, but I am hardy in these years Or I'd have sunk down with my tears To the earth beneath my feet I want to endure the slings and arrows That Hamlet spoke about But harrowed, He was forced to a ragged defeat There was a method to his madness But overcome by pride and sadness He did not endure Surely his death was a grave mistake How many deaths do we really calculate? Isn't it true, Lord Tragedies happen when you're bored? Happiness is temporary Believe me, I know It can arrive as a shining crystal And leave as the melting snow Come all you lads and lasses The Kingdom of Childhood passes You archangels, you have some nerve To watch all of this you are absurd You even have a choice Do you know all? I think you may And what is there for you to say But understand Why God took back your voice SIlence is golden, I believe And you are worth your weight In wreaths of purest gold While we are here with debts and bets And aircraft carriers and jets I call out fruitlessly Give me an archangel for company Happiness is temporary Believe me, I know It can arrive as a shining crystal And leave as the melting snow Come all you lads and lasses The Kingdom of Childhood passes Me in the woods at the break of dawn The candles of the night still on The chimes ring from the hollow I too am worth my weight in gold But the fishmonger and I are old When the mint runs out Our real lives will follow It was misfortune who woke you up To pour you the dregs from her broken cup Cast her aside The sunrise will appear with the mockingbird Who stays deep in the canyon and is heard Glorious in his song He cannot be wrong Happiness is temporary Believe me, I know It can arrive as a shining crystal And leave as the melting snow Come all you lads and lasses The Kingdom of Childhood passes There's another one just beyond Act quickly before it's gone ⓒ 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
La Llorona
Todos me dicen el negro, llorona negro pero carinoso Yo soy como el chile verde, llorona picante pero sabroso. Ay! de mi, llorona llorona de ayer y hoy ayer maravilla fui, llorona y ahora ni sombra soy Dicen que no tengo duelo, llorona porque no me ven llorar Hay muertos que no hacen ruido, llorona y es mas grande su penar Ay! de mi, llorona llorona de azul celeste y aunque la vida me cuesta, llorona no dejare de quererte |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Cada madre agobiada ya descansara,
Y en nuestros brazos sus criaturas reposaran, Cuando el sol se pone, sobre el campo, Amor y musica les brindaremos, Y las madres cansadas ya descansaran. Y el campesino con su arado y su tractor En la frente la extrana frescura sentira De las lagrimas de pena Derramadas por los comerciantes Y los agricultores ya descansaran Los trabajadores dolientes de la tierra, Otra vez el himno tan resonante cantaran, ¡Ya no seremos los pobres! ¡Ya no viviremos en esclavitud! Y los trabajadores luego cantaran. Cuando los soldados sus garitas dejaran, Y en las trincheras sus uniformes quemaran, O mi general, tus fieles tropas, Ya se habran olvidado de ti, ¡Y la gente del mundo ya descansara! |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
I am less than the song I am singing
I am more than I thought I could be Spent some time as a child in day dreaming As a young one I sailed on the sea So come stand by my side where I am going Take my hand if I stumble to fall It's the strength that you share when your growing That gives me what I need most of all That gives me what I need most of all Diffrent minds, diffrent ways Diffrent reasons to believe Some far journeyswe have taken Some sweet dreams we've had to leave And I want you to be happy And I hope you always will Or I cannot rest easy Till all your dreams are real Till all your dreams are real |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
The festival was over, the boys were all planning for a fall,
The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall. The curfew had been lifted and the gambling wheel shut down, Anyone with any sense had already left town. He was standing in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts. He moved across the mirrored room, Set it a?em for everyone, he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he moved their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin, Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins? Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts. Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs, Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair. Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide, A gentle breeze was blowing, you could feel it from inside. Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts. Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine, He made his usual entrance lookin' oh so dandy and so fine. With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place, He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste. But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town, She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown. She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear, Sorry, darlin', that I'm late, but he didn't seem to hear. He was staring into space over at the Jack of Hearts. I know I've seen that face before, Big Jim was thinkin' to himself, Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf. But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him, Staring at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts. Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child, She did whatever she had to do, it was a kind of a flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere. But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts. The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined, The drilling in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind. It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothin' would ever come between Lily and the king. No, nothing ever would a?cept maybe the Jack of Hearts. Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife, She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died. She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. Has your luck run out? she laughed at him, Well, I guess you must have known it would someday. Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint, I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint. Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. There's something funny going on, I know, I can just feel it in the air. He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk, And the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk. There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts. Lily's had her arms around the man that she dearly loved to touch, She forgot all about the man she hated, who hounded her so much. I've missed you so, she said to him, and he felt she was sincere, But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear. Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts. No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick, The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked. And Big Jim was standin' there, you couldn't say surprised, Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes. She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts. Two doors down and the boys finally made it through the wall Cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul. In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground For one more member who had business back in town. But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts. Well the next day was hangin' day, and the sky was overcast and black, Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back. And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink, The hangin' judge was sober, Lord, he hadn't had a drink. The only person on the scene missing was the Jack of Hearts. The cabaret was quiet now, a sign said, Closed for repair, Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair. She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw, Thinkin' about Rosemary and thinkin' about the law. But, most of all she was thinkin' about the Jack of Hearts. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Llego con tres heridas:
la del amor, la de la muerte, la de la vida. Con tres heridas viene: la de la vida, la del amor, la de la muerte Con tres heridas yo: la de la vida, la de la muerte, la del amor. Llego con tres heridas: la del amor, la de la muerte, la de la vida. Con tres heridas viene: la de la vida, la del amor, la de la muerte. Con tres heridas yo: la de la vida, la de la muerte, la del amor. |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind Down in the Gypsy Cafe With a friend of a friend of mine Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee Yet spoke of life most free from slavery With eyes that showed no trace of misery A phrase in connection first with she occurred That love is just a four-letter word Outside a rattling store-front window Cats meowed to the break of day Me, I kept my mouth shut, To you I had no words to say My experience was limited and underfed You were talking while I hid To the one who was the father of your kid You probably didn't think I did, but I heard You say that love is just a four-letter word I said goodbye unnoticed Pushed forth into my own games Drifting in and out of lifetimes Unmentionable by name Searching for my double, looking for Complete evaporation to the core Though I tried and failed at finding any door I must have thought that there was nothing more Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word Though I never knew just what you meant When you were speaking to your man I can only think in terms of me And now I understand After waking enough times to think I see The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity Blow up in smoke, it's destiny Falls on strangers, travels free Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me And I do not really need to be Assured that love is just a four-letter word |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me? How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down To a place where it longs to be? All of your history has little to do with your face You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose From the bouquet in our hotel And lay down beside me again and I watched the rose On the pillow where it fell I sank and I slept in a twilight with only one care To know that when day broke and I woke that you'd still be there The hours for once they passed slowly, unendingly by Like a sweet breeze on a field Your gentleness came down upon me and I guess I thanked you When you caused me to yield We spoke not a sentence and took not a footstep beyond Our two days together which seemingly soon would be gone Don't tell me of love everlasting and other sad dreams I don't want to hear Just tell me of passionate strangers who rescue each other From a lifetime of cares Because if love means forever, expecting nothing returned Then I hope I'll be given another whole lifetime to learn Because you gave to me oh so many things it makes me wonder How they could belong to me And I gave you only my dark eyes that melted your soul down To a place where it longs to be |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me? How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down To a place where it longs to be? All of your history has little to do with your face You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose From the bouquet in our hotel And lay down beside me again and I watched the rose On the pillow where it fell I sank and I slept in a twilight with only one care To know that when day broke and I woke that you'd still be there The hours for once they passed slowly, unendingly by Like a sweet breeze on a field Your gentleness came down upon me and I guess I thanked you When you caused me to yield We spoke not a sentence and took not a footstep beyond Our two days together which seemingly soon would be gone Don't tell me of love everlasting and other sad dreams I don't want to hear Just tell me of passionate strangers who rescue each other From a lifetime of cares Because if love means forever, expecting nothing returned Then I hope I'll be given another whole lifetime to learn Because you gave to me oh so many things it makes me wonder How they could belong to me And I gave you only my dark eyes that melted your soul down To a place where it longs to be |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Mary Call, Mary Call
You never stumble, you never fall Silver stars and lilies call For the yearning of the young one Named Mary Call She's the treasure of the mountains And the dearest one of all. Papa's gone and mama too This life has been quite cruel to you But spirit took you from the start It made you brave and it gave you heart Brothers and sisters by your side You worked so hard that the earth took pride It gave you sage, wild thyme and rue To earn your keep, to pull you through. Mary Call, Mary Call You stand so straight and you stand so tall Winds will sweep and rivers fall For the yearning of the young one Named Mary Call She's the treasure of the mountains And the dearest one of all. When you finally met despair A kindly man came to your care He held you in his arms and said Just dry your eyes and rest your head Too tired to argue or protest You realized you'd done your best There'll be a place for you somewhere To tie bright ribbons through your hair. Mimi Farina Copyrightⓒ1973 Almo Music Corp./Chandos Music |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
A myth has just been shattered Upon the four winds scattered Back to some storybook From whence it came Vicarious hearts may ache And try to mend the break And seek for a righteous place To put the blame Neither of us knew What the future would bring We only know that now there is Some room to talk and sing The baby laughs a lot And that's the most important thing And as soon as we can handle The hurt and pain There may be more Than just happy memories to gain So to hell with all the troubles And counting up the couples Who travelled this same route On their way down Because if we keep on growing There is no way of knowing When we'll meet As two new people we just found We just found ⓒ 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Weaver of words
Who lives alone In fear and sorrow Where are the words To set you free Perhaps tomorrow Where is the earth Where is the sky Where is the light You long for What hope of you Where you are now Natalia Gorbanevskaja Inside the ward Naked and cruel Where life is stolen From those who try To stay alive And not be broken Where are the friends Where are the men Who among them Can defend you Where is the child You'll never see Natalia Gorbanevskaja What else there lives Behind the door That never opens Are you insane As they say you are Or just forsaken Are you still there Do you still care Or are you lost forever I know this song You'll never hear Natalia Gorbanevskaja Natalia Gorbanevskaja |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer
I thought you would go then come back home I thought the cold would leave by sum-mer But my qui-et nights will be spent alone You said there would be warm love in spring-time That was when you start-ed to be cold I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer But now I find my-self all alone You said then you'd be the life in au-tumn Said you'd be the one to see the way I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer But now I find my love has gone away Why didn't you stay |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
You've got eyes like Jesus
But you speak with a viper's tongue We were just sitting around on earth Where the hell did you come from? With your lady dressed in deerskin And an amazing way about her When are you going to realize That you just can't live without her? Take it easy Take it light But take it Your lady gets her power From the goddess and the stars You get yours from the trees and the brooks And a little from life on Mars And I've known you for a good long while And would you kindly tell me, mister How in the name of the Father and the Son Did I come to be your sister? Take it easy Take it light But take it You've done dirt to lifelong friends With little or no excuses Who endowed you with the crown To hand out these abuses? Your lady knows about these things But they don't put her under Me, I know about them, too And I react like thunder Take it easy Take it light But take it I know you are surrounded By parasites and sychophants When I come to see you I dose up on coagulants Because when you hurl that bowie knife It's going to be when my back is turned Doing some little deed for you And baby, will I get burned Take it easy Take it light But take it So little brother when you come To knock on my door I don't want to bring you down But I just went through the floor My love for you extends through life And I don't want to waste it But honey, what you've been dishing out You'd never want to taste it And if I had the nerve To either risk it or to break it I'd put our friendship on the line And show you how to take it Take it easy Take it light But take it |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Oh happy day
Oh happy day Oh happy day When Jesus washed Oh When he washed When Jesus washed He Washed my sins away Oh happy day Oh no God Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (ooh) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) Oh, When he washed (when Jesus washed) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) He Washed my sins away Oh it's a happy day Oh no god He taught me how To wash Fight and pray Fight and pray He taught me how To wash All my sins Sins away Fight and pray Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (ooh) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) Oh, When he washed (when Jesus washed) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) He Washed my sins away Oh it's a happy day Oh no god He taught me how To wash Fight and pray Fight and pray He taught me how To wash All my sins Sins away Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (oh happy day) Oh happy day (ooh) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) Oh, When he washed (when Jesus washed) When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed) He Washed my sins away Oh it's a happy day Oh no god |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Seems we've been to heaven darling Ah the sad wind blows But I have lost my way my darling Tell me how it goes While the mist is rising darling Ah the sad wind blows Tell me how we met my darling Tell me all you know Well I am somewhat older darling Ah the sad wind blows And you are so much younger darling That's the way it goes And we looked so good together Ah the sad wind blows Out of all the summer flowers I had picked the rose Take me in your arms my darling While the sad wind blows Tell me that this pain will leave me Tell me how it goes Ah if this pain should ever leave me Only heaven knows ⓒ 1973, 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Please Come To Boston
Written by - Dave Loggins Please come to Boston in the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lotsa room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston I said, 'No, would you come home to me?' And I said, 'Hey ramblin' boy now won't cha settle down? Boston ain't your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me... I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee' Please come to Denver with the snowfall We'll move up into the mountains so far that we can't be found And throw 'I love you' echoes down the canyon And then lie awake at night till they come back around Please come to Denver I said, 'No, boy, would you come home to me?' And I said, 'Hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down? Denver ain't your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me 'Cause I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee' Now this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round And I doubt that it's ever gonna stop But of all the dreams I've lost or found And all that I ain't got I still need a clean to Somebody I can sing to Please come to LA to live forever California life alone is just too hard to build I live in a house that looks out over the ocean And there's some stars that fell from the sky Livin' up on the hill Please come to LA But I just said, 'No, boy, won't you come home to me?' And I said, 'Hey ramblin' boy why don't cha settle down? LA can't be your kinda town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me... No, no, I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee' 'I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee...' |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy knew trouble like the sound of his own name Busted on a drunken charge driving someone else's car The local midnight sheriffs claim to fame In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded Knowing they'd remain the boss, knowing he would pay the cost They saw he was severely repremanded In the blackest cell on "A" Block He hanged himself at dawn With a note stuck to the bunk head Don't mess with me, just take me home Come lay, help us lay Young Billy down Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien For coming across the border with a baby and a wife Though the clothes upon his back were wet still he thought That he could get some money and things to start a life It hadn't been to very long when it seemed like everything went wrong They didn't even have the time to find themselves a home This foreigner, a brown-skin male thrown into a Texas jail It left the wife and baby quite alone He eased the pain inside him With a needle in his arm But the dope just crucified him He died to no one's great alarm Come lay, help us lay young Luna down Were gonna raze, raze the prisons to the ground Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive And leave the joint and walk the streets again As the time he was to leave drew near he suffered all the joy and fear Of leaving 35 years in the pen And on the day of his release he was approached by the police Who took him to te warden walking slowly by his side The warden said "You won't remain here but it seems a state retainer claims another 10 years of your life" He stepped out in the Texas sunlight The cops all stood around Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards Then threw himself on the ground They may as well just laid the old man down And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons to the ground Help us raze the prisons to the ground |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
I was born a poor poor man
All my life I had hard workin' hands But I sang a song as I carried my load Cuz I had a dream about rainbow, rainbow road Then one day my chance came along A man heard me singin' and playing these old songs He bought me fine clothes, paid the money I owed Started me on my way down rainbow, rainbow road Then one night a man wiht a knife Pushed me till I had to take his life Fast as fallin' all my friends were gone That old judge traded me a sentence for a song Just livin' with that ball 'n chain Had to wear a number 'for they'd ever call my name Like a dream I'm growing old But we still sing about rainbow, rainbow read |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Tell me when you see them Gathered at the shore Dancing on their broken chains Ah, the ladies are no more In their blue jeans and their necklaces Against an evening sky But some of them are weeping Crying rider, please pass by The ship with all the riders Has drifted out to sea Compass cracked and stars unnamed It's lost to history And the riders in captivity Watch ancient waves roll high And hear the distant voices Crying rider, please pass by All you men who should have been Your fathers beat you down Your mothers loved you badly Your teachers stole your crowns And the wars you fought have taken toll The price was far too high You've buried all the images Of riders passing by The horses of the riders Have waited at the tide But years have passed, they know at last Their heroes will not ride So the women oh so gracefully Mount noble horses high Shattering the timelessness Of rider, please pass by But who can dare to judge us The women or the men? If freedom's wings shall not be clipped We all can love again So the choice is not of etiquette Or finding lonesome ways to die But liberty to ships at sea And riders passing by But liberty to ships at sea And riders passing by ⓒ 1973 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Don't worry about my politics They are what they are I work best when I get some rest Right now I'm in a bar Overlooking the whole wide world It's over the Pacific I've never written when I was drunk This could be terrific! And the seabird struggles in the wind She topples, balances again The lady sitting next to me Is gazing in the eyes Of the stranger sitting next to her Who is mouthing truths and lies He's actually quite nice I guess He has an honest look He doesn't know I've lost my mind Scribbling in this book And the seabird struggles in the wind She topples, balances again Consumed by the evening's masterpiece Completely introverted From here I could stare down eternity leave alone and not feel deserted I'm tired of interesting faces And the dull ones make my weep Don't ask me what my sign is Instant intimacy runs cheap The ocean is so bountiful It spreads from coast to coast The winds scale off the whitecaps And the things I love the most Come wafting up into my lap In the colors of the great sunrise Children holding cupcakes With paradise in their eyes And the seabird struggles in the wind She topples, balances again Four big pelicans just flew by The room got very still One of them carried the breath of God Tucked way back in his bill I know it was the breath of God It's the same as the secret of life He's carrying it off to the Shah of Iran To trade it for the end of strife And the seabird struggles in the wind She topples, balances again ⓒ 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP) |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
They sat together
In the park As the evening sky grew dark She looked at him He felt a spark tingle to his bones 'Twas then he felt alone And wished that he'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate They walked down by the old canal Got a little confused, I remember well And then they stopped In a strange hotel With the neon burning bright He felt the heat of night Hit him like a freight train And moving with a simple twist of fate Saxophone some place nearby played She was walking on by the arcade As a light burst through a beat up shade But he was waking up She dropped a coin into a cup Of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate He woke up And the room was bare He didn't see her Anywhere He told himself He didn't care He pushed the window Open wide He felt an Emptiness inside To which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate He hears the ticking of the clocks Small waves whisper to the rocks He hunts her down By the waterfront docks Where the sailors all come in Perhaps he'll see her once again How long must he wait Once more For a simple Twist of fate People tell me it's a crime To feel too much At any one time All it cost me was a dime But the bells refuse to ring He was born in the spring But I was born too late To blame it on A simple twist of fate |
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from Joan Baez - The Complete A&M Recordings (2003)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Bangladesh, Bangladesh Bangladesh, Bangladesh When the sun sinks in the west Die a million people of the Bangladesh The story of Bangladesh Is an ancient one again made fresh By blind men who carry out commands Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands Which is to sacrifice a people for a land Bangladesh, Bangladesh Bangladesh, Bangladesh When the sun sinks in the west Die a million people of the Bangladesh Once again we stand aside And watch the families crucified See a teenage mother's vacant eyes As she watches her feeble baby try To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies And the students at the university Asleep at night quite peacefully The soldiers came and shot them in their beds And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red Bangladesh, Bangladesh Bangladesh, Bangladesh When the sun sinks in the west Die a million people of the Bangladesh Did you read about the army officer's plea For donor's blood? It was given willingly By boys who took the needles in their veins And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained No time to comprehend and there was little pain And so the story of Bangladesh Is an ancient one again made fresh By all who carry out commands Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand Which say to sacrifice a people for a land Bangladesh, Bangladesh Bangladesh, Bangladesh When the sun sinks in the west Die a million people of the Bangladesh ⓒ 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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