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Tripps wrote: ↑24 Jun 2023, 19:09 "He not busy being born, is busy dying" Robert Allen Zimmerman aka Bob Dylan"

I'm a big fan of Dylan. Two CD's of his songs but I must admit getting his lyrics to hang together is a bit challenging.

A bit spooky - twice in one day. . . .

I have several LP's (remember them?) which are stamped with the address of the shop where I bought them in North Bridge Road Singapore, in 1965. That's the same address as Zam Zam's restaurant (see elsewhere today). See the start of the Youtube video.

In addition to the LP's, I also have several tapes, CD's and Mini discs - none of which are now needed. Who could have predicted the internet? Being a risk averse, 'belt and braces' sort of person - I still find it hard to depend on it being there for ever.

I still have music on reel to reel tape....... (and a Tandberg 4 track tape recorder.)
You are right to doubt 'them' David. It will not be there for ever......

Not for the Philistines. One of those slightly classical piano arrangements based on Scot Joplin's 'Entertainer.' Count the number of different tunes if you can. Quite entertaining.

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Tripps, I started on a YouTube journey last night listening to various Dylan tracks and decided that Desire was my favourite LP not Blood On The Tracks after all. There is another story told on the track Isis, which I have always found delightful and it makes me laugh.
Which is the track where a volcano erupts?
On another theme, I had forgotten that Cat Stevens wrote The First Cut is the Deepest and I found this much loved 1967 version from PP Arnold. She had been a backing singer for Ike and Tina Turner.

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Never heard of PP Arnold - she's good.

Wendyf wrote: ↑26 Jun 2023, 08:36 Desire was my favourite LP not Blood On The Tracks after all

Good choice - though I wouldn't identify any as one I didn't like. I like the earlier ones best - Chimes of Freedom ! I think I have Desire on a tape somewhere, I remember listening to it in the car, but finding it could be a challenge. No need though - as it's all on Youtube - I didn't realise that there was so much content there. .

The guy's a genius. Don't ask for any detail on that though. Now I'm looking for that volcano. . . .


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Tripps wrote: ↑26 Jun 2023, 11:40 Never heard of PP Arnold - she's good.

Wendyf wrote: ↑26 Jun 2023, 08:36 Desire was my favourite LP not Blood On The Tracks after all

Good choice - though I wouldn't identify any as one I didn't like. I like the earlier ones best - Chimes of Freedom ! I think I have Desire on a tape somewhere, I remember listening to it in the car, but finding it could be a challenge. No need though - as it's all on Youtube - I didn't realise that there was so much content there. .

The guy's a genius. Don't ask for any detail on that though. Now I'm looking for that volcano. . . .


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Black Diamond Bay from Desire.

This is fun isn't it. . .Well done whoever had the idea.

PS - I was never strong on Lyrics -just the overall sound was enough. I had this track in mind as 'Black Salmon Bay'. I must have been deafer than I thought for longer than I thought.






Lyrics
Up on the white veranda
She wears a necktie and a Panama hat
Her passport shows a face
From another time and place
She looks nothing like that
And all the remnants of her recent past
Are scattered in the wild wind
She walks across the marble floor
Where a voice from the gambling room is callin' her to come on in
She smiles, walks the other way
As the last ship sails and the moon fades away
From Black Diamond Bay

As the morning light breaks open, the Greek comes down
And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write
Pardon, monsieur, the desk clerk says
Carefully removes his fez
Am I hearing you right
And as the yellow fog is lifting
The Greek is quickly heading for the second floor
She passes him on the spiral staircase
Thinking he's the Soviet Ambassador
She starts to speak, but he walks away
As the storm clouds rise and the palm branches sway
On Black Diamond Bay

A soldier sits beneath the fan
Doing business with a tiny man who sells him a ring
Lightning strikes, the lights blow out
The desk clerk wakes and begins to shout
Can you see anything
Then the Greek appears on the second floor
In his bare feet with a rope around his neck
While a loser in the gambling room lights up a candle
Says, open up another deck
But the dealer says, attendez-vous, s'il vous plait
As the rain beats down and the cranes fly away
From Black Diamond Bay

The desk clerk heard the woman laugh
As he looked around the aftermath and the soldier got tough
He tried to grab the woman's hand
Said, here's a ring, it cost a grand
She said, that ain't enough
Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags
While a horse-drawn taxi waited at the curb
She passed the door that the Greek had locked
Where a handwritten sign read, do not disturb
She knocked upon it anyway
As the sun went down and the music did play
On Black Diamond Bay

I've got to talk to someone quick
But the Greek said, go away, and he kicked the chair to the floor
He hung there from the chandelier
She cried, help, there's danger near
Please open up the door
Then the volcano erupted
And the lava flowed down from the mountain high above
The soldier and the tiny man were crouched in the corner
Thinking of forbidden love
But the desk clerk said, it happens every day
As the stars fell down and the fields burned away
On Black Diamond Bay

As the island slowly sank
The loser finally broke the bank in the gambling room
The dealer said, it's too late now
You can take your money, but I don't know how
You'll spend it in the tomb
The tiny man bit the soldier's ear
As the floor caved in and the boiler in the basement blew
While she's out on the balcony, where a stranger tells her
My darling, je vous aime beaucoup
She sheds a tear and then begins to pray
As the fire burns on and the smoke drifts away
From Black Diamond Bay

I was sitting home alone one night in L.A.
Watching old Cronkite on the seven o'clock news
It seems there was an earthquake that
Left nothing but a Panama hat
And a pair of old Greek shoes
Didn't seem like much was happening
So I turned it off and went to grab another beer
Seems like every time you turn around
There's another hard-luck story that you're gonna hear
And there's really nothing anyone can say
And I never did plan to go anyway
To Black Diamond Bay

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Dylan Bob / Levy Jacques

That's the one Tripps!

All completely new to me......

It dawned on me that actually I have a book of Bob Dylan's writings and drawings. I'd almost forgotten about it. It was published in 1974 and doesn't have the later work featured above. It still runs to nearly 500 pages though. Used to correct a couple of "mondegreens"

I've got bookshelves all over the place so decided to photgraph them to help in future, finding any particular book from the 'flight deck'.

Here's one picture that Stanley might like.

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Try this for another of the genre. (American Roots- Story Songs?) This is Robert Earl Keen.

Interesting to see the lyrics - I'd always heard it as "pack of six" rather than "cigs". Another mondegreen .

I sat here and enjoyed that David.....
PS. You're right I like the pic of the shelf but a full set is 22 books!

Spare ten minutes of your day for this superb example of the baroque organ.

Spooky. A week or so ago I thought of offering up Jacques Loussier 'Play Bach Trio' but thought it was bit too classical.

plaques wrote: ↑01 Jul 2023, 08:23 but thought it was bit too classical.

Don't 'judge' the taste of others. If they don't like it - they don't have to watch it.

I broadened my experience recently with this by Erik Satie. Very relaxing and he seems to have had a thing about park benches.

It's long - but no need to watch it all - or any of it for that matter. "Please yourself" as Mr Howerd used to say.

Another golden oldie from the jukebox days. Karl Denver with Wimoweh. A favorite of an old pal Ronnie who who play it 3/4 times on a Saturday night.

That brings back memories Ken.....

Those who have been keeping up, will know that I was in Singapore for two and a half years from 1964 - 1966. I showed you Zam Zam's byriani earlier on the thread, and murtabak. It was all much as I remembered it.

Now look at the rest of the place. This for me is frankly staggering - and close to unbelieveable. For comparison $1 SNG is £0.60 sterling.

Check out the 2,600 room hotel with a canal and barge on the roof !

The airport is Changi - infamous POW prison camp from WW II .

If you scroll up a bit- and look at the 'shelfie' - next to Stanley's books (not staged) is a biography of the father of the nation Lee Kuan Yew Remarkable chap, and a double first from Cambridge. His political horizon extended well beond the next election, and he was ruthless. Does the end justify the means - perhaps?

Coming soon...
`Water cremation: Co-op Funeralcare to be first UK company to offer resomation' LINK
Water cremation is set to be made available for the first time in the UK. The process, known as resomation, uses a mix of potassium hydroxide and water to break down human remains in what is billed as a more sustainable option. It takes four hours - the bones remain, and are powdered then returned to loved ones in a similar way to ashes, in an urn.

I consulted Wikipedia and found the following: Alkaline hydrolysis (body disposal)
The solids are returned to the family but the liquid product is flushed down the sewers. Knowing about sewage treatment and disposal in the UK I guess you might as well chuck the liquid in the nearest river!

Cass Elliot. Dream a little dream of me. Lovely singer.

Can't listen to Momma Cass while I have Peter's image in my head of being dissolved in chemicals then flushed down a drain.... Charming!

It's gone a bit gloomy round here so let's cheer up with some more Bob Dylan.

Profound and mysterious - or nonsense - or just under the influence of drugs?




They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one, " she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row

Source: LyricFind

I can't help wondering what he was on when he wrote stuff like that!