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Oh God, that's like my exact dream to be bookended by those two

I think PJ's a genius, Let England Shake is the greatest statement on war ever made by a rock musician, but I think her strength always lay in the fact that other than maybe the 1st three albums she rarely repeated the same style from album to album and sometimes even song to song. I think she blew it with The Hope Six Demolition Project. Not sure how or why but it just seems like Let England was spontaneous, sparse, and hit at a gut level that I just couldn't get away from and Hope Six is just trying too hard to keep the topic open. I realize there is a lot more to say about war and it's aftermath and the reasons why insidious leaders take us there, how they incite hatred against this group or that, but if a statement meant to re-awaken us isn't delivered properly it just goes in one ear and out the other without really grabbing your attention, reaching into you viscerally and affecting your outlook. Hope Six just had no notable effect on me.

I did!

I agree and that's no easy competition. A few of my faves from it. Though I like the live version of this one on The Concert For Bangladesh better and maybe my all time fave, though they all take turns at being that

Don't think I saw these 3 before, hopefully not repeats

EEYOW! she is just so freakin' beautiful man!

we need a 'like' button, those All Things Must Pass posts

maybe not his greatest solo, but def one of my favorite originals by him, more jazzy than straight blues, and the song....greatness

Vincent - Don McLean (1971) Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night You took your life, as lovers often do But I could have told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in the ragged clothes The silver thorn, a bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will

I don't know if anybody can get any more beautiful than that, thanks for posting

Not exactly chanting but a group of women called Anonymous 4 do a lot of medieval vocal stuff, they really research the material well and there are details galore on their website. I only have their cd "On Yoolis Night" and the stuff is deep. They get harmonies going and use the echo of the places they sing to great effect and it's hard to believe there's only 4 voices acapella. There's one piece where they get it going and the one voice drops down into the lower octaves for the last few notes of the verse and I swear she had the timbre of a horn. The first time I heard them it took a minute to realize it was only voices. These women are no hacks. Anyway, just a suggestion, ymmv

Ghosteen by Nick Cave - I can only echo the other reviews I've seen for it and call it a hauntingly beautiful passage through the lingering grief of his son's death. May not be for somebody who hasn't experienced this kind of loss in their lives or maybe so, but be warned it's pretty deep. There is or was a preview of it in it's entirety on youtube with ethereal visualizations that I recommend as long as you hook up to a good sound system or headphones to listen

Maybe I Will ~ Rory Gallagher (1971) Running through a pool of rain I think I'll do it one more time again I hope I always feel this way Maybe I will Searching for a piece of ground Where I can lay my body down With the earth for a pillow under my head Wake up in the morning It's a brand new day And though it seems the same It's different from yesterday Then I read the leaves And put my cup away Running down a country lane Looking on a field of grain Just to see you smile Makes me feel alive again Opening another door I'll see what I have not seen before Maybe I'll find what I'm looking for Maybe I will Running through a pool of rain I think I'll do it one more time again I hope I always feel this way Maybe I will Maybe I will

Wind-Up ~ Ian Anderson (1971) When I was young and they packed me off to school and they taught me how not to play the game I didn't mind if they groomed me for success or if they said that I was just a fool So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules And I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays." So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares, before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers. I don't believe you, you have the whole damn thing all wrong He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays So you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all your bishops harmonize these lines How do you dare tell me that I'm my father's son when that was just an accident of birth? I'd rather look around me, compose a better song 'cause that's the honest measure of my worth In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me as you lick the boots of death born out of fear

Angelene ~ PJ Harvey (1988) My first name Angelene Prettiest mess you've ever seen Love for money is my sin Any man calls, I let him in Rose is my color, and white Pretty mouth and green my eyes I see men come and go But there'll be one who will collect my soul and come for me Two-thousand miles away He walks upon the coast Two-thousand miles away It lays open like a road Dear God, life ain't kind People getting born and dying But I've heard there's joy untold Lays on that open road in front of me Two-thousand miles away He walks upon the coast Two-thousand miles away It lays open like a road It seems so far away He walks upon that coast It seems so far away I see men come and go Two-thousand miles until I reach that open road My first name Angelene

Walking Through This Lifetime ~ Gene Clark (1970) Walking through this world Looking for the reasons Why I find myself in sorrow Watching lonely people Lift their heads in searching For some time that they can borrow Wondering if freedom is reality Or is today just passing by the way Will another lifetime be free from pain For is this how it's meant to stay Walking through this lifetime Passing souls and glances Leaving now until the next time All the eyes are hurried Looking for somebody Who will see the same thing at the same time Trusting that tomorrow will be sure And tomorrow there will surely be a way But seeing another who is seeing the same The absolute must be today Walking through collections Of powers passing fancies Sometimes I think there's nothing but believing Then there's someone gentle That makes you feel forever And then they tell you that they're leaving And we speak of times and places we have been I wonder if there's ever been a nether Endings and beginnings without and within In time there is no measure to forever

Sweet Adrienne ~ Gene Clark (1970) Sweet Adrienne You say you always try to understand And why do people all around you criticize When it's there in your eyes Not in your hand You look around You say that love has only let you down And that the words you hear are either truth or lies And you need no disguise Sweet Adrienne And so you take them where the early morning finds them And you delight in what you find there for a while And then you leave them just the same way that you found them But you swear you always leave them with a smile Sweet Adrienne You say your love is there for any man And that you know now that man's truth is in his lies And so you sympathize Sweet Adrienne Sweet Adrienne

actually the whole album's spinning

Because Of You ~ Gene Clark (1971) You toss your head and turn your eyes when storm clouds brew You look around to quick relate to a good time you knew Then the dark clouds break away and a rainbow comes on through The sun I see only shines for me because of you Before this time we both saw blind in spite of fact We lost our place and made no haste to make contact Now by what we gain the taste of one and two I'm satisfied beneath my pride because of you And now the worth of living wealth is more in the end And now the price of simple things is not so much to spend So close your eyes and pick a place to fly away And think of reasons why this warmth is here to stay Then the dark clouds break away and a rainbow comes on through The sun I see only shines for me because of you Yes, the sun I see only shines for me because of you