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THE PEOPLE VS STEVE EARLE
| Artist | Song | |
| Townes Van Zandt | Greensboro Woman | |
| Bob Dylan | The Girl of the North Country | |
| Townes Van Zandt | Highway KInd | |
| Bob Dylan | Highway 61 Revisited | |
| Townes Van Zandt | If I Needed You | |
| Bob Dylan | I Want You | |
| Townes Van Zandt | Lungs | |
| Bob Dylan | Jokerman | |
| Steve Earle | Ft Worth Blues | |
| Bob Dylan | Tangled Up in Blue | |
| Bob Dylan | Don't Think Twice, It's All Right | |
| Townes Van Zandt | No Deal | |
| Bob Dylan | Positively 4th Street | |
| Townes Van Zandt | Tower Song | |
| Bob Dylan | Most Likely, You'll Go You're Way and I'll Go Mine | |
| Townes Van Zandt | Waitin' Round to Die | |
| Bob Dylan | Like a Rolling Stone | |
| Townes Van Zandt | Our Mother the Mountain | |
| Bob Dylan | It Ain't Me Babe | |
| Townes Van Zandt | Tecumseh Valley | |
Comment:
On trial today in the court of public opinion is Steve Earle who once infamously stated,"Townes Van Zandt is the greatest songwriter of all time, and I will get on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that."
While you have to admire his enthusiasm, you must also doubt his sanity. The defense will defend, the prosecution will prosecute, and you will decide. Submit your vote, sane or bonkers. Let the fun begin
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GREENSBORO WOMAN
I am lifted by the story of a man so content with a life so simple and sure. Love is away and secure. Temptation is present and appreciated and rebuffed so kindly that no one could be offended. Two minutes of hope for the human race
I am lifted by the story of a man so content with a life so simple and sure. Love is away and secure. Temptation is present and appreciated and rebuffed so kindly that no one could be offended. Two minutes of hope for the human race
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.
THE HIGHWAY KIND
A life of love and disappointment and faith and contentment in two minutes. Townes gives hope to curmudgeons everywhere. Never have I felt so good about such bleakness.
A life of love and disappointment and faith and contentment in two minutes. Townes gives hope to curmudgeons everywhere. Never have I felt so good about such bleakness.
Now the rovin' gambler he was very bored
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.
The honorable Hemizen obviously believes that Mr. Dylan's words are his only defense.
Well we are here to defend Mr. Earle's right to say any damn fool thing he wants. (oh wait, that's not helping, is it.) Well if it's words you want, take this:
My days, they are the highway kind
they only come to leave
but the leavin' I don't mind
it's the comin' that I crave.
Pour the sun upon the ground
stand to throw a shadow
watch it grow into a night
and fill the spinnin' sky.
Well we are here to defend Mr. Earle's right to say any damn fool thing he wants. (oh wait, that's not helping, is it.) Well if it's words you want, take this:
My days, they are the highway kind
they only come to leave
but the leavin' I don't mind
it's the comin' that I crave.
Pour the sun upon the ground
stand to throw a shadow
watch it grow into a night
and fill the spinnin' sky.
The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.
OBJECTION! Hemizen is rebutting my arguement before i present it.
IF I NEEDED YOU
Ladies of the jury, I ask you, is this not the man of your dreams? Dialogue, caring, poetry, romance, guidance, promise, and talent gently strummed and sung for only you.
Ladies of the jury, I ask you, is this not the man of your dreams? Dialogue, caring, poetry, romance, guidance, promise, and talent gently strummed and sung for only you.
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
You rise up and say goodbye to no one.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one.
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
Lungs
by Townes Van Zandt
Well, won't you lend your lungs to me?
Mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe
up the time that's passing.
Breath I'll take and breath I'll give
pray the day ain't poison
stand among the ones that live
in lonely indecision.
Fingers walk the darkness down
mind is on the midnight
gather up the gold you've found
you fool, it's only moonlight.
If you try to take it home
your hands will turn to butter
You better leave this dream alone
try to find another.
Salvation sat and crossed herself
called the devil partner
wisdom burned upon a shelf
who'll kill the raging cancer
Seal the river at its mouth
take the water prisoner
fill the sky with screams and cries
bathe in fiery answers
Jesus was an only son
and love his only concept
strangers cry in foreign tongues
and dirty up the doorstep
and I for one, and you for two
ai'nt got the time for outside
just keep your injured looks to you
we'll tell the world we tried
by Townes Van Zandt
Well, won't you lend your lungs to me?
Mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe
up the time that's passing.
Breath I'll take and breath I'll give
pray the day ain't poison
stand among the ones that live
in lonely indecision.
Fingers walk the darkness down
mind is on the midnight
gather up the gold you've found
you fool, it's only moonlight.
If you try to take it home
your hands will turn to butter
You better leave this dream alone
try to find another.
Salvation sat and crossed herself
called the devil partner
wisdom burned upon a shelf
who'll kill the raging cancer
Seal the river at its mouth
take the water prisoner
fill the sky with screams and cries
bathe in fiery answers
Jesus was an only son
and love his only concept
strangers cry in foreign tongues
and dirty up the doorstep
and I for one, and you for two
ai'nt got the time for outside
just keep your injured looks to you
we'll tell the world we tried
Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.
i would like to introduce a special surprise witness, Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr Steve Earle.
FT WORTH BLUES
No better defense than steve earles's own tribute to townes van zandt, ft worth blues.
Steve has lovingly stolen townes' departed soul to write this song or was this townes' gift from the grave. Imagine townes' fingers on the strings. Listen to the highway kind. Listen to Greensboro woman. Listen to ft worth blues. Hear the phrases and the phrasing. Hear the man's confidence with his place in the world. hear the disappointment and hope. Hear steve throw his hat in the ring.
FT WORTH BLUES
No better defense than steve earles's own tribute to townes van zandt, ft worth blues.
Steve has lovingly stolen townes' departed soul to write this song or was this townes' gift from the grave. Imagine townes' fingers on the strings. Listen to the highway kind. Listen to Greensboro woman. Listen to ft worth blues. Hear the phrases and the phrasing. Hear the man's confidence with his place in the world. hear the disappointment and hope. Hear steve throw his hat in the ring.
She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.
We signed up in San Antone my brother Paul and me
To fight with Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry
Well the poster said we'd get a uniform and seven bucks a week
The best rations in the army and a rifle we could keep
When I first laid eyes on the general I knew he was a fightin' man
He was every inch a soldier every word was his command
Well his eyes were cold as the lead and steel forged into tools of war
He took the lives of many and the souls of many more
Well they marched us to Missouri and we hardly stopped for rest
Then he made this speech and said we're comin' to the test
Well we've got to take Saint Louie boys before the yankees do
If we control the Mississippi then the Federals are through
Well they told us that our enemy would all be dressed in blue
They forgot about the winter's cold and the cursed fever too
My brother died at Wilson's creek and Lord I seen him fall
We fell back to the Boston Mountains in the North of Arkansas
CHORUS
Goddamn you Ben McCulloch
I hate you more than any other man alive
And when you die you'll be a foot soldier just like me
In the devil's infantry
And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch`s name
And mourned the dead that we'd left behind and we was carrying the lame
I killed a boy the other night who'd never even shaved
I don't even know what I'm fightin' for I ain't never owned a slave
So I snuck out of camp and then I heard the news next night
The Yankees won the battle and McCulloch lost his life
To fight with Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry
Well the poster said we'd get a uniform and seven bucks a week
The best rations in the army and a rifle we could keep
When I first laid eyes on the general I knew he was a fightin' man
He was every inch a soldier every word was his command
Well his eyes were cold as the lead and steel forged into tools of war
He took the lives of many and the souls of many more
Well they marched us to Missouri and we hardly stopped for rest
Then he made this speech and said we're comin' to the test
Well we've got to take Saint Louie boys before the yankees do
If we control the Mississippi then the Federals are through
Well they told us that our enemy would all be dressed in blue
They forgot about the winter's cold and the cursed fever too
My brother died at Wilson's creek and Lord I seen him fall
We fell back to the Boston Mountains in the North of Arkansas
CHORUS
Goddamn you Ben McCulloch
I hate you more than any other man alive
And when you die you'll be a foot soldier just like me
In the devil's infantry
And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch`s name
And mourned the dead that we'd left behind and we was carrying the lame
I killed a boy the other night who'd never even shaved
I don't even know what I'm fightin' for I ain't never owned a slave
So I snuck out of camp and then I heard the news next night
The Yankees won the battle and McCulloch lost his life
But my vote for a challenger to Bob (though I love townes) would be Prine:
All the snow has turned to water,
Christmas days have come and gone.
Broken toys and faded colours are all that's left to linger on.
I hate graveyards and old oawn shops,
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forgive the way they robbed me of my childhood souvenirs.
Memories, they can't be boughten.
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see.
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me.
And I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forget the way they robbed me,
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs.
Memories they can't be boughten,
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
All the snow has turned to water,
Christmas days have come and gone.
Broken toys and faded colours are all that's left to linger on.
I hate graveyards and old oawn shops,
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forgive the way they robbed me of my childhood souvenirs.
Memories, they can't be boughten.
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see.
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me.
And I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forget the way they robbed me,
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs.
Memories they can't be boughten,
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
And being a Missouri boy probably makes me partial to Ben McCulloch, but here's more evidence on Prine's behalf: So he grew his hair long and threw away his comb
And headed back to Jerusalem to find mom, dad and home
But when he got there the cupboard was bare
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod
He said, "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?"
Jesus said "God"
Oh my God what have I gotten myself into?
I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood
They're gonna kill me Mama, they don't like me Bud
So Jesus went to heaven and he went there awful quick
All them people killed him and He wasn't even sick
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers
And I'll tell you all the story
Of Jesus ... the missing years
And headed back to Jerusalem to find mom, dad and home
But when he got there the cupboard was bare
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod
He said, "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?"
Jesus said "God"
Oh my God what have I gotten myself into?
I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood
They're gonna kill me Mama, they don't like me Bud
So Jesus went to heaven and he went there awful quick
All them people killed him and He wasn't even sick
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers
And I'll tell you all the story
Of Jesus ... the missing years
that's the spirit!
I love mahdishain, I love Townes Van Zandt and I Love Steve Earle. But...any one that knows anything about Mr. Earle's personal history realizes that his judgment has at times has been cloudy (i.e. under the influence).
I hold no ill will against Mr. Van Zandt. He did not chose to be hear. I am confident that he would say if anyone could challenge Bob Dylan as the greatest songwriter every, it would be Cole Porter. Mr. mahdishain is doing a superb job given the weakness of his case. He worries because we let Mr. Dylan own words state his case. But really what testimony could be better? He objects because we rebut his arguement before he makes it. Is that not because his arguement is so weak and so obvious that that truth leaps out? The defense presents Greensboro Woman, Highway Kind, If I Needed You, Lungs and Ft Worth Blues as Mr Earle's best defense. As all of you can see Mr Dylan more than ably rebutted. Now kick back and we present the artistry and poetry of Bob Dylan. As Mr Earle himself would say, "Let The Revolution Start Now".
I hold no ill will against Mr. Van Zandt. He did not chose to be hear. I am confident that he would say if anyone could challenge Bob Dylan as the greatest songwriter every, it would be Cole Porter. Mr. mahdishain is doing a superb job given the weakness of his case. He worries because we let Mr. Dylan own words state his case. But really what testimony could be better? He objects because we rebut his arguement before he makes it. Is that not because his arguement is so weak and so obvious that that truth leaps out? The defense presents Greensboro Woman, Highway Kind, If I Needed You, Lungs and Ft Worth Blues as Mr Earle's best defense. As all of you can see Mr Dylan more than ably rebutted. Now kick back and we present the artistry and poetry of Bob Dylan. As Mr Earle himself would say, "Let The Revolution Start Now".
Okay, my last comment here, I like this mix. I made one called the Jester and the Boss back when I was just a clean cut kid.
fell down
To my bended knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't shoot me, please!"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout,
"You're that travelin' salesman
That I have heard about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and it's true,
I'm a clean-cut kid
And I been to college, too."
fell down
To my bended knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't shoot me, please!"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout,
"You're that travelin' salesman
That I have heard about."
I said, "No! No! No!
I'm a doctor and it's true,
I'm a clean-cut kid
And I been to college, too."
t ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
Think again, No Deal. ok, i am not going to argue too hard on this one. i've known too many woman who have wanted my soul.
"Every woman I have loved
Has always needed something more.
Something that I could not give.
I've always given all I am."
i would like to lighten up the proceedings with one verse of No Deal.When true love knocked upon my door
she'd just barely turned fifteen
and I was a little bit nervous
if you know just what I mean.
But I've heard somewhere
that true love conquers all
and I figured that was that
then I started having dreams 'bout
being chased out of town
wearing nothing but my cowboy hat.
"Every woman I have loved
Has always needed something more.
Something that I could not give.
I've always given all I am."
i would like to lighten up the proceedings with one verse of No Deal.When true love knocked upon my door
she'd just barely turned fifteen
and I was a little bit nervous
if you know just what I mean.
But I've heard somewhere
that true love conquers all
and I figured that was that
then I started having dreams 'bout
being chased out of town
wearing nothing but my cowboy hat.
You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it
When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it
When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it
Now we have to object. If the defense wants to offer under age sex do it right as Chuck Berry says in "Little Queenie"I got lumps in my throat
When I saw her comin down the aisle
I got the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled
Well there she is again
Standin over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over seventeen
When I saw her comin down the aisle
I got the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled
Well there she is again
Standin over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over seventeen
You built your tower strong and tall
Can't you see, it's got to fall someday.
THAT THAT, mr. prosecutor
Can't you see, it's got to fall someday.
THAT THAT, mr. prosecutor
You say you love me
And you're thinkin' of me,
But you know you could be wrong.
You say you told me
That you wanna hold me,
But you know you're not that strong.
I just can't do what I done before,
I just can't beg you any more.
I'm gonna let you pass
And I'll go last.
Then time will tell just who fell
And who's been left behind,
When you go your way and I go mine.
oops! TAKE THAT, mr prosecutor.
Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I can't even see the reason why
I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die
see, townes even anticipated my position today.
Sometimes I can't even see the reason why
I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die
see, townes even anticipated my position today.
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
"She leaps cross the room, she stands in the window
And screams that my first-born
Will surely be blind" things might be getting out of hand here. who was that woman and how did she get into the courtroom? and who is the curse intended for? courtroom theatrics have no place in this legal system.
And screams that my first-born
Will surely be blind" things might be getting out of hand here. who was that woman and how did she get into the courtroom? and who is the curse intended for? courtroom theatrics have no place in this legal system.
Go 'way 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 lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' 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 lookin' for, babe.
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 lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' 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 lookin' for, babe.
ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Hemizen let Mr Dylan's words be the sole content of his case today. and i quote"But really what testimony could be better?"
i have to agree with him and i want you to remember that when you vote. today we are trying to decide if Bob Dylan is the greatest songwriter of all time or if, as Steve Earle believes, it is Townes Van Zandt. i have one last bit of evidence to present before you make your final decision. remember, a man's reputation is at stake. I present to you: Bob Dylan's lost verse to It Ain't Me Babe -Go away now, with that nonsense
I am not worthy of accolade.
This is not Tecumseh Valley
I'm only trying to get laid.
You say you're looking for THE ONE,
The best songwriter in the land.
Who produces the impeccable
And writes it down with either hand.
Someone to knock the jury to the floor.
Well it ain't me babe.
No, no, no, it ain't me babe.
It ain't me you're looking for.
No, no, no it ain't me babe, cause it's Townes you're looking for.
i have to agree with him and i want you to remember that when you vote. today we are trying to decide if Bob Dylan is the greatest songwriter of all time or if, as Steve Earle believes, it is Townes Van Zandt. i have one last bit of evidence to present before you make your final decision. remember, a man's reputation is at stake. I present to you: Bob Dylan's lost verse to It Ain't Me Babe -Go away now, with that nonsense
I am not worthy of accolade.
This is not Tecumseh Valley
I'm only trying to get laid.
You say you're looking for THE ONE,
The best songwriter in the land.
Who produces the impeccable
And writes it down with either hand.
Someone to knock the jury to the floor.
Well it ain't me babe.
No, no, no, it ain't me babe.
It ain't me you're looking for.
No, no, no it ain't me babe, cause it's Townes you're looking for.
any last words?
Does Zimmerman get the death penalty if he loses? Like the chaps music but he is a pretty shabby excuse for a human being so TVZ gets my vote! I propose Bob gets locked in a room and forced to listen to his '80's & '90's output until he takes the cowards way out. ;)
Members of the jury. "Don't Let The Sunshine Fool Ya", because "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue". I have stated that I love Steve Earle but don't do the crime if you can't do the time. So I am asking to to sentence Mr. Earle to listening to the Bob Dylan Discography so that he will understand the foolishness of his statement. I leave you with something from Blonde On Blonde;
Discography
Discography
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Looks like a wonderful mix! I'd love to hear it. No votes for Brian Wilson?
I have to wonder about the defense's omission of "For the Sake of the Song" (either the version from the third album or the one from Live at the Old Quarter), which I am pretty sure would settle this case once and for all. Apart from that minor quibble, great idea, great execution. Barry's suggestion of punishment for Mr Zimmerman seems fair to me, too.
for the sake of the song was at the top of a long list of short list songs for this mix. i hope its exclusion is not grounds for a criminal negligence suit. i think this trial may be all the lawyering i have in me. remember it is mr earle not mister zimmerman that is on trial here. steve earle is strongly on record as being against the death penalty and therefore against barry's suggestion. while barry's punishment may very well be just, i am a firm believer that once musicians give us quality they have earned the right to put out anything they want and make as much money as they can as long as no one suggests the locked room treatment for me. i call this the fleetwood mac rule.
Loretta, The Buckskin Stallion, Pancho, and Lefty humbly submit an amicus curiae brief on behalf of Mr. Earle.
I am speechless.
Another twofer that could have gone here would Mr. Gold and Mr. Mud vs. Lily, Rosemary & the jack of hearts.
And just because it is his biggest "hit" doesn't reduce the power of Pancho & Lefty. And then of course, in Townes/Earle's defense, you can bring in this one co-written with Lyle Lovett: This old porch is like a big old red and white hereford bull
Standing under a mesquite tree
Out in agua dulce
And he just keeps on playing hide and seek
With that hot august sun
Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin'
Cause his work is never done
And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas
With lots of cheese and onions
And a guacamole salad
And you can get'em down at the lasalle hotel
In old downtown
With iced tea and a waitress
And she will smile every time
And this old porch is the palace walk-in
On the main street of texas
That's never seen the day
Of g and r and xs
With that '62 poster
That's almost faded down
And a screen without a picture
Since giant came to town
And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired
Seventy years of texas
Who's doing all he can
Not to give in to the city
And he always takes the rent late
So long as i run his cattle
And he picks me up at dinnertime
And i listen to him rattle
He says the brazos still runs muddy
Just like she's run all along
And there ain't never been no cane to grind
The cotton's all but gone
And you know this brand new chevrolet
Hell it was something back in '60
But now there won't nobody listen to him
'cause they all think he's crazy
And this old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those passerby
Who said we'd never get back up
This old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those sons-of-bitches
Who said we'd never get back up
And just because it is his biggest "hit" doesn't reduce the power of Pancho & Lefty. And then of course, in Townes/Earle's defense, you can bring in this one co-written with Lyle Lovett: This old porch is like a big old red and white hereford bull
Standing under a mesquite tree
Out in agua dulce
And he just keeps on playing hide and seek
With that hot august sun
Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin'
Cause his work is never done
And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas
With lots of cheese and onions
And a guacamole salad
And you can get'em down at the lasalle hotel
In old downtown
With iced tea and a waitress
And she will smile every time
And this old porch is the palace walk-in
On the main street of texas
That's never seen the day
Of g and r and xs
With that '62 poster
That's almost faded down
And a screen without a picture
Since giant came to town
And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired
Seventy years of texas
Who's doing all he can
Not to give in to the city
And he always takes the rent late
So long as i run his cattle
And he picks me up at dinnertime
And i listen to him rattle
He says the brazos still runs muddy
Just like she's run all along
And there ain't never been no cane to grind
The cotton's all but gone
And you know this brand new chevrolet
Hell it was something back in '60
But now there won't nobody listen to him
'cause they all think he's crazy
And this old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those passerby
Who said we'd never get back up
This old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those sons-of-bitches
Who said we'd never get back up
Mix worthiness aside, the voluminious commentary is a great read!
Uhm, who is Steve Earle ;-?
I propose we make this a Battle Royale with Waits and Cohen and let Daniel Johnston referee. Great mix, great read.
Well, I feel like I'm talking to myself, but I still vote for Prine, not even Bob could write a thing like this: It was christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
And I dream of her always
Even when I dont dream
Her names on my tongue
And her bloods in my stream.
Chorus:
Wait awhile eternity
Old mother natures got nothing on me
Come to me
Run to me
Come to me, now
Were rolling
My sweetheart
Were flowing
By god!
She reminds me of a chess game
With someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
After a prairie fire
Her heart is as big
As this whole goddamn jail
And shes sweeter than saccharine
At a drug store sale.
Chorus:
The search light in the big yard
Swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes
Like the dust in the sun
Its christmas in prison
Therell be music tonight
Ill probably get homesick
I love you. goodnight.
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
And I dream of her always
Even when I dont dream
Her names on my tongue
And her bloods in my stream.
Chorus:
Wait awhile eternity
Old mother natures got nothing on me
Come to me
Run to me
Come to me, now
Were rolling
My sweetheart
Were flowing
By god!
She reminds me of a chess game
With someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
After a prairie fire
Her heart is as big
As this whole goddamn jail
And shes sweeter than saccharine
At a drug store sale.
Chorus:
The search light in the big yard
Swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes
Like the dust in the sun
Its christmas in prison
Therell be music tonight
Ill probably get homesick
I love you. goodnight.
doowad
thanks for the interest. if you would like to match john prine against tom waits email me.
thanks for the interest. if you would like to match john prine against tom waits email me.
Townes is dead and it seems several members of the jury wish the same for Dylan but Bob is not on trial today. If anyone wants the death penalty for Dylan they will have to do it in their own court. While support for Townes comes from the jury as well as Steve Earle it just goes to show you what can happen if you let people vote. The evidence not introduced into this court in Dylan's defense is staggering. With the exception of Don't Think Twice, It's All Right none of my personal Dylan favorites were cited, and I find this a travesty. Jurists rallying to Townes defense added their favorites to the list but where were the Dylan aficionados? Visions of Johanna. You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go. I'll Be Your Baby Tonight. Sara. I was up nights trying to come up with an answer for Knockin' on Heaven's Door.
The court finds Steve Earle guilty of over enthusiasm. The court, despite understanding that Mr. Earle's previous time in prison contributed to his finest work, feels leniency is warranted in this case. The court attributes Mr. Earle's rash statement to hallucination.
It is the judgment of this court that Mr. Earle should get up on Bob Dylan's coffee table and apologize, purchase a new coffee table, and promise to lay of the drugs. Court adjourned.
The court finds Steve Earle guilty of over enthusiasm. The court, despite understanding that Mr. Earle's previous time in prison contributed to his finest work, feels leniency is warranted in this case. The court attributes Mr. Earle's rash statement to hallucination.
It is the judgment of this court that Mr. Earle should get up on Bob Dylan's coffee table and apologize, purchase a new coffee table, and promise to lay of the drugs. Court adjourned.
Remarkable presentation!
a brilliant battleground of smart songs.