Archive | July 2013

“Victory Dance”–My Morning Jacket

Live Version: KCRW Sessions 2011

This is an amazing and unique song that seems infused with an ancient native American soul and still rocks like a stadium rock anthem.

I did not fully appreciate the band, My Morning Jacket, or their charismatic (cult of personality) writer & singer, Jim James, until this last Sunday when I saw them play with Wilco and Bob Dylan for the Americanarama tour.

They just blew me away.

Should I close my eyes and prophesize
Hoping maybe some day come
Should I wet the ground with my own tears
Crying over what’s been done

Should I lift the dirt and plant the seed
Even though I’ll never grow
Should I wet the ground with the sweat from my brow
And believe in my good work
My good work
My good work
My good work

Hey there, I’m flying up above
Looking down on the tired earth
And I can see, I can see potential
Speaking through you, speaking to you
From all of heaven’s possibilities

Power, hey do you know how it works
Hey do you know that the meek,
They shall inherit the earth
You should work, you should work
(?) than the memory

Should I hit the water or stay on dry land
Even though I’ve never swam
Take machete into the brush
Though at first there is no path


Taste the war paint on my tongue
As it’s dripping with my sweat
Place my gaze in the future’s path
Seeing things that ain’t come yet

Hope to watch the victory dance
After whole day’s work is done
Hope to watch the victory dance
In the evening’s setting sun

Hope to watch the victory dance
Over many lives to come
Hope to watch the victory dance
In the evening’s setting sun

Setting sun
Setting sun
Setting sun

Hope to dance the victory dance
After whole day’s work is done
Hope to dance the victory dance
In the evening’s setting sun

Hope to dance the victory dance
Over many lives to come
Hope to dance the victory dance
In the evening’s setting sun

“Echoes”–Pink Floyd

Watch this musical and cinematic miracle. Pink Floyd live in Pompeii in the remnants of the Colosseum playing an over 24 minute work of art, pure aural and visual splendor.

If you have never seen this, now is the time!!!!!!!!

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where’s or why’s.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.

And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun….

Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no one sings me lullabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.

“Precious”–The Pretenders

A more recent performance by the Pretenders

This is a poetic, lyrical, stylized and rocking as sh*t performance. No one sounds like Chrissie Hynde and her Pretenders. They are cool, criminal, and original. This and the “Middle of the Road” have that hot ass punk talking blues feel. ┬áI had a hard time picking my first post from this band. There will be more.

The Pretenders Rockpalast 1981

I like the way you cross the street ’cause your precious
Moving through the Cleveland heat how precious
Taking rides and all the kicks was so precious
But you know I was shittin’ bricks ’cause I’m precious
Made me wanna, made me wanna, you made me make it
Oh, you’re so mean

East 55th and Euclid avenue was real precious
Hotel sterling coming into view how precious
It’s a pity that you bruised my hip ’cause I’m precious
You shouldn’t let your manners slip you’re too precious
Made me wanna, made me wanna, you made me make it
Oh, you’re so mean

We went around and round and round and round and round the
Shoreway
We was a duet duet duet duet do it on the pavement
Oh maybe maybe I’m gonna have a baby
We was a duet oh we do it all night

I was feeling kind of ethereal ’cause I’m precious
I had my eye on your Imperial you’re so precious
Now Howard the Duck and Mr Stress both stayed
Trapped in a world that they never made
But not me baby I’m too precious I had to fuck off
Made me wanna, made me wanna, you made me make it
Oh, you’re so mean

Pretenders – Precious (Induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame)

It’s hard to find a decent cover of this one, but this one is largely authentic rock and roll.

The Lovers – Precious (1980)

“Black Hole Sun”–Soundgarden

Soundgarden Live 1996

The Great orginal Music video by Soundgarden for A&M Records

This Chris Cornell composition was released in 1994 as the third single from the band’s fourth studio album Superunknown . I was not deep into the grunge scene. I really liked punk, classic rock, jazz, and reggae at the time, but something about this song seemed epic. It was like a modern day version of the Yes’s, Roundabout, a pop and rock song perfectly balanced and with a hook that drilled deep into my head.

Revisiting the song the lyric and performance reminds me of a prayer for the apocalypse.

Chris Cornell Solo

In my eyes,
Indisposed,
In disguise
As no one knows.
Hides the face,
Lies the snake,
And the sun
In my disgrace.
Boiling heat,
Summer stench.
‘Neath the black
The sky looks dead.
Call my name
Through the cream,
And I’ll hear you
Scream again.

Black hole sun,
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun,
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Black Hole Sun by Chris Cornell of Soundgarden – Live Earth 2007

Peter Frampton