I'm surprised you don't like this hard edged version, I prefer it to the 1966 original.
Of course that's the Kinks themselves, live from their 1996 album, To the Bone. Sounds like Ray on vocals although Dave has covered it himself on occasion.
This is the version made famous by its appearance on The Sopranos episode according to Wiki.
"The track, amongst many others, was reworked by the Kinks for their 1996 release To the Bone. This version featured in the Sopranos season five episode "Cold Cuts".
Just goes to show what versality that bands like the Beatles and the Kinks had. When they wanted to rock, they could rock as hard as anyone.
Not the most uplifting but it creates a clear visual, from Aqualung by Jethro Tull:
"Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings on to your beard
Was screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea diver sounds
And the flowers bloom
Like madness in the spring"
Some life lessons, from It Ain't Whatcha Eat But the Way How You Chew It, by Delbert McClinton:
"My Daddy told me once he said 'Listen, Son'
You gotta learn to be a man, you can't just be one.
Some people cheating, and other people lyin',
Laughing ain't a pleasure til you know 'bout crying."
Delbert has some great lyrics..."I ain't old, but I've been around a long time" is hitting home as I just turned 65.
Are You Lonesome Tonight originally written by Roy Turk and Lou Handman in 1926 became through Presley's rendition a good an illustration of a soul in trouble as anything else we have seen
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I wonder if you're lonesome tonight
You know someone said that the world's a stage
And each of us must play a part
Fate had me playing in love with you as my sweetheart
Act one was where we met
I loved you at first glance
You read your lines so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, you seemed to change, you acted strange
And why I've never known
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you
But I'd rather go on hearing your lies
Than to go on living without you
Now the stage is bare and I'm standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won't come back to me
Then they can bring the curtain down
As of September 2021 is there a more appropriate lyric than this one?
Bob Marley - Natural Mystic
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
If you listen carefully now you will hear
This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last
Many more will have to suffer
Many more will have to die
Don't ask me why
Things are not the way they used to be
I won't tell no lie
One and all got to face reality now
Though I've tried to find the answer to all the questions they ask
Though I know it's impossible to go living through the past
Don't tell no lie
There's a natural mystic blowing through the air
Can't keep them down
If you listen carefully now you will hear
But you're no tailor, you're no surgeon, none of your cuts go very straight Every new layer you uncover reveals something else you hate And then you cracked your head, and broke some bones And when you glued them back together you found out you did it wrong
Judas- Paul McCartney Jonah- John Lennon Silas- George Harrison Rufus- Ringo Starr
Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and none come back. Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodisiac. Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang, "We'll blow our own canoes, " Poked a finger in the zoo, punctured all the ballyhoo Whipped the world and beat the clock, wound up with their share of stock. Silver Rolls from golden rock, shaken by a knock, knock, knock. Happy family, wave that grin, what goes round must surely spin; Cheesecake, mousetrap, Grip-Pipe-Thynne cried out, "We're not Rin Tin Tin." Uncle Rufus grew his nose, threw away his circus clothes Cousin Silas grew a beard, drew another flask of weird Nasty Jonah grew a wife, Judas drew his pruning knife. Happy family one hand clap, four went on but none came back Happy family, pale applause, each to his revolving doors. Silas searching, Rufus neat, Jonah caustic, Jude so sweet. Let their sergeant mirror spin if we lose the barbers win; Happy family one hand clap, four went on but none came back
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel. I was staring in my empty coffee cup. I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'. All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles. I'm gonna drink 'em up.
And if California slides into the ocean. Like the mystics and statistics say it will. I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill.
I miss your broken china voice - how I wish you were still here with me. Tom Waits - Hold On
In Tiananmen Square, lost my baby there, my yellow rose and her blood stained clothes, She was a short order pastry chef, from a Dim-Sum dive in Yangthzee tideway, she had shiny hair, she was the daughter of an engineer - won't you shed a tear.... The lyrics of this song puts Pink Floyd frontman Roger Waters at the top of my list. Its a well crafted song w Don Henley supporting the vocals.
I’m not in this world To live up to your expectations Neither are you here to live up to mine
I don’t owe no one No obligation No one owe me none So everything is fine
I quoted that to my dad a lot in my young adult years…every time he tried to point me in the direction he thought my life should be heading. It would make him explode lol
I'm probably repeating this Dylan line, but it's well worth repeating.
"That he not busy being born is busy dying."
I still remember how side 2 of Bringing it all Back Home blew my mind when I first heard it some 35 years ago, and it sometimes still does.
It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in.
While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
If you should go skating on the thin ice of modern life, dragging behind you the silent reproach and a million tear stained eyes, don’t be surprised when a crack in the ice appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind with your fear flowing out behind you, as you claw the thin ice.
As if that’s not-good enough, this is being sung to a baby. The sea may look warm to you babe, and the sky may look blue. Oooh ooh oooh Baby Blue. Epic.
In the Avenues and Alleyways While you sleep there's a whole world coming alive Abel and his brother, fighting one another In and out of every dive The avenues and alleyways Where the strong and the quick alone can survive ----
The avenues and alleyways Where the soul of a man is easy to buy Everybody's wheeling Everybody's dealing All the low are living high Every city's got em Can we ever stop em? Some of us are gonna try
Johnathan Edwards, not a big fan of the song but I remember it from when I was a kid and it always been stuck in my head. Think the songs name is something line, Sunshine Go Away Today?
"you can't even run your own life I'll be damn if you will run mine."
I’m zipping through the days At lightning speed Plug in, flush out And fire the f***in’ feed
Rocks Off Rolling Stones
Never realized the passing hours of evening showers Slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams I'm strangled by your haunted social scene Just a pawn outplayed by a dominating queen
Someone Saved My Life Tonight Bernie Taupin/Elton John
This garden universe vibrates complete Some, we get a sound so sweet Vibrations reach on up to become light And then through gamma, out of sight Between the eyes and ears there lie The sounds of color and the light of a sigh And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe But it's all around if we could but perceive To know ultra-violet, infra-red, and x-rays Beauty to find in so may ways Two notes of the chord, that's our full scope But to reach the chord is our life's hope And to name the chord is important to some So they give it a word, and the word is OM
The moon is a silver lady glowing through my life In a little space above the music I wish upon your face I wish upon my dreams In the middle of this crazy world bubbling with pretty pearls and spinning through the blue
So, you’ve been to school For a year or two And you know you’ve seen it all In daddy’s car Thinking you’ll go far Back east your type don’t crawl Playing ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five-grand stereo Braggin’ that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slum’s got so much soul
It’s time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear It’s a holiday in Cambodia It’s tough, kid, but it’s life It’s a holiday in Cambodia Don’t forget to pack a wife
You’re a star-belly snitch You suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich While your boss gets richer off you
Well, you’ll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where the people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son... What you need, my son...
Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people are dressed in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
It’s a holiday in Cambodia Where you’ll do what you’re told It’s a holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul Pol Pot -------
Somehow, even some 41 years later, this song never loses its power.
I first heard it via John Peel on BBC radio. Incredible how times have changed.
For decades I thought Jello was singing "Right, God will not help you here!"
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