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Gimme Shelter–The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones first played the song live on the TV special, ‘Pop Go The Sixties’, on 31 December 1969.

Featuring Lisa Fischer: Many Say
the Greatest Performance of this Song

“Gimmer Shelter” is one of those classic songs that captures the nasty and dangerous feelings of people living on the sharp edge of annihilation for far too long, and yearning to swing the pendulum of chance the other direction towards peace and hope, but feeling gravity’s constant tug back towards destruction. It first appeared as the opening track on the band’s 1969 album, “Let It Bleed”.

The Stones were the first band I ever saw play live. It was September 25th 1981. I remember walking out on to the bleachers, and seeing more than a hundred thousand people rocking their brains out on a late summer afternoon at Philadelphia’s dilapidated JFK stadium.

There were human miseries and ecstasies my 12 year old eyes witnessed that day that I will never forget. A biker climbed up a thin pillar on the side of the stage and was balancing on one leg with a jug full of wine. He must have been 30 feet above the ground. Two guys who had been snorting something were hunched over themselves with noses pouring blood. I also saw an energized Jagger, still in his prime, marionetting around the stage with an Eagles jersey and an American flag playing great Rock and Roll. In the heat of the late afternoon, the small city of Stones fans collectively went out of their minds. I was instantly sold on this Devil’s music.

Gimme Shelter
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Oh, a storm is threat’ning
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away

War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away

Ooh, see the fire is sweepin’
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way

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“Where The Streets Have No Name”–U2

Live At Slane Castle

U2 – Live on a roof 7th and Main Street in LA in 1987

I almost picked “One” as my first U2 posting but I stumbled upon the Slane Castle performance and realized instantly “Where The Streets Have No Name” is signature rocking out U2. The performance at Slane Castle, Ireland is a week after Bono’s father past away (respect), and Bono’s performance is transcendent.

The second track stopped traffic on a steaming day in LA as they pulled a Beatles to play a roof top jam that get’s shut down by johnny law.

U2 is the ultimate stadium rock, anthem band. No group does it bigger and this is being written by a disciple of The Who. Sorry Pete.

Note the covers below by Muse and 30 Seconds to Mars.

I want to run, I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me tonight
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see that rain cloud disappearing without a trace
But I can dance, dance, dance in the dirty rain

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building, then burning down love
We’re burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It’s all I can do

Give it up

The cities a flood and our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
We’re trampled in dust
I’ll show you a place with no sorrow or pain

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building, then burning down love
We’re burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It’s all I can do

Oh love
Love, love, love

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building, then burning down love
We’re burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It’s all we can do


Muse (feat. The Edge) live @ Glastonbury 2010

Thirty Seconds To Mars

“Typical American”–The Goats

The Official Video

The third post in my Philly Rap series. I loved this band more than any other local group because they did all the things that matter to me. They were wide eyed about political and social reality like the Clash. Their sound was rooted in hip hop, rock, and punk.

Their live shows were legendary. I worked hard to find a live video of the band but have not so far, which is a real shame.  I would love to share this great track, “Typical American” live.  It was mayhem when they played it. The remix below gets a bit closer to that live energy.

Baked Potatoe Mix– with Andy “Funky Drummer” Kravitz*, Joe “The Butcher” Nicolo, Manuel Lecuona

[Chorus: All]
I’m not, your, Typical American
I’m not, your, Typical American

[OaTie Kato]
Tell me whose is whose, tell me who is on the microphone
I’m OaTie of the Goaties and I propose I would like a bone
Ta edge off the dredge I’m alleged to have sparked a joint
I speak political and blisstical I really hope ya like my points
I aim at a target like rife not a shotgun
Don’t spray into the fray ta prove that I got one
Hyde ya hose from Aaron, Rose cause he knows how ta top one
‘Sgot a nose for the prose so don’t suppose he will stop son
I’m rollin’ into this rhyme like ya’d bite a tendoroni
I’m rollin’ into this rap cause it’s mine and ya know me
I won’t mind defy or sing like Toni Tone
Singing for the supper like a dog does a boni

[Madd]
George get off my jock cause I’m really gettin’ tired a this shit
So step back Dan and throw up those fist
Cause I’m a wreck shop and I turn this motherfucker out
Pay what is due me less I’m going up in your mouth
Yup yup I got the rhymes ta kick your butt
It be the G-O-A-T the M-A-D-D say what
Up hus I got bucks yeah I be on the 2 bus
So what’s up I got nuff respect ta make ya jump
Welfare receiver with the north side attitude
I’ve had the shit piled up like in multitudes
Nappy headed, holey shoed, roundin’ out the roster fist
Ya Wanna step you better check the Green Monster first

[Swayzack]
I don’t pretend to be a nice guy so why ya try
I can go to plan B and you can get an eye jammy
So save the sob story for a storybook and look
Jack-in-the-box can take a lickin’ but I’m never gettin’ took
By Uncle Scam and his band of political crooks
Searchin’ nooks and crannies of my grammy’s pocketbook
Hello hello can ya hear me now G
The typical American kid that ain’t me
Neither is Oatie or the M A double D
So pass the dutchie on the left-hand side
And don’t hide the crop cause I the E-Z-Wides
I’m gonna survive not suck seed, cause I stand as a man
And you can’t hand me no bird feed

[Chorus]

[OaTie]
Pop goes ya head like the top of a daisy
Ya ghost when the world hits like Patrick Swayze
Crazy this shit about a plausible denial
North takes the rap while ya clap at the trial
Pie à la mode, the ghettos will explode
While ya sit pigeon-toed at diamond commode
Another episode of ya walkin’ the streets
Million dollar stroll five thousand pigs on on the beat
For the very first time imported from the hills
Ya take money from the poor like a fiend pops pills
Like the Mills Brothers ya sing a very white song
But the roots of ya soul kinda colored belong

[Madd]
I’m paralizing punks with a positive pedigree
For those who choose to love me, I’m the M-A double D
For those who choose to hate me, I negate like their full effect
Feelin’ ready and willin’ ta break Darryl Gates’ neck
Like fee diddily foe, fum I gets dumb
And like the typical American black male I’m done
Eatin’ apple pies when Ma Double’s rockin’ rhymes
Ya know they on my nuts hus, they climb, they climb
Ta hell with Stormin’ Norman {Schwarzkopf} I write rhymes Black
They be political plus they be all o’ that
Philly born and bred wit blunts straight to the head
Callin’ me conformist, man I warned you that shit was dead

[Swayzack]
Military is a mockery for all to see
Be all you be is just another trick that’s up their sleeves
But ya better believe that you’ll be grieving when ya ain’t receiving
What was promised don’t be atonished cause ya won’t be leaven
They reeled ya in like your skin had fins
Now you’re poundin’ sand for another man’s sins
To each his own to each his own they say
But I’m gonna blow a bone and you can march ’til the cows come home
You likes alone and me direct your own ???
But when you come home in a box
Green draws, green pants, green socks
Typical American kid, I think not

[Chorus]

“Hallelujah”–Leonard Cohen

Gets better with age: Cohen performing Hallelujah 2009.

An Early Cohen Version

The fact is my heart still aches that Jeff Buckley is dead. Yes, Leonard Cohen wrote this song but for me Jeff Buckley owns it.

Cohen’s career was in a dark period and when he released Various Positions in 1984, people did not even connect much at the time to the song. Fact is it was not until John Cale and Jeff Buckley each covered Hallelujah nearly ten years later did peoples’ eyes open to this masterful prayer.

Here is a great article that will tell you all you need to know about possibly the greatest song of all time:  The Holy or the Broken Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley, and the Unlikely Ascent of “Hallelujah”

John Cale

I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Jeff Buckley 2007 Sony Music Video

Jeff Buckley Live 1996 France

K.D. Lang

Bon Jovi

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