Lyrics of the Week – Accentuate The Positive

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Accentuate The Positive by Sam Cooke

You’ve got to accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
But don’t mess with mister inbetween

You’ve got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to the minimum
have faith, a pandemonium
Libel to walk up on the scene

To illustrate my last remark
Jonah in the Whale, Noah in the ark
What did they do
just when everything looked so dark

They said we better
accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
latch on to the affirmative
But don’t mess with mister inbetween

[One more Time]

To illustrate my last remark
Jonah in the whale, Noah in the ark
What did they do
just when everything looked so dark
don’t mess, don’t mess, don’t mess
with mister inbetween

[this verse twice]

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Lyrics of the week – Love Alive by Heart

I shot this on my favorite vacations. Just April and I in Sedona Az. If every day could be like the days we spent there...

I call this shot Love Hurts. I shot this photo on one of my favorite vacations. Just April and I in Sedona Az. If every day could be like the days we spent there…

“Love Alive”

The Sky was dark this morning
When I raised my head
I stood at the window –
Darkness was my bane

Suddenly a sunbeam arch
Thrilled me to my weary heart
It was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen

I knew I had to keep my Love
Keep my Love alive
Keep my Love – Keep my Love live

Baby I want you to roll me
Hold me in your love
No more habits, promises and jive
Ever since I was a baby girl
Wanted one thing most in this world
It was to Keep My Love –
Keep My Love alive

I want to keep my Love –
Keep my Love alive
Keep my Love – keep my love alive

You’re up there under the spotlight
Your silver trophy shines
With all you got, my lord!
You must get high
You need a whole lot more than money
You need more than to survive
You need to keep your Love
Keep your Love alive

Written by : Ann Wilson, Roger Fisher, Nancy Wilson

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Lyrics of the week – The Yong Folks

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You better make a way for the young folks
Here we come, and we’re so alive.
We’re here for business buddy, and don’t won’t no jive.
Brighter tomorrows are in our eyes

You better make a way for the young folks
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We say yes
And you say no
We ask you why
And you close the door

My old friend, I thought you knew by now, yeah
You can’t do that to the young folks
Oh, no, no, no, no
You might not like it
But I’ve got to tell you
I’ve got to tell you, na na, yeah yeah

You better make a way for the young folks
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We’re marching with signs
We’re standing in lines, yeah, yeah
Protesting our rights
To turn out the lights in our lives
Here’s the deal, accept it if you will
We’re coming on strong, yeah
It’s our turn to build

My old friend, I thought you knew by now, yeah
You gotta make a way for the young folks
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You may not like it, but I’ve got to tell you
I’ve got to tell you, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

You better make a way, you better make a way
You gotta make a way for the young folks, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, ooh
You may not like it but I’ve to tell you
I’ve got to tell you, na na na na

Lyrics of the week – Fake Plastic Trees

Radiohead – Fake Plastic Trees

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears…

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can’t help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

And If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time

Lyrics of the week – Feelin’ Groovy

cultural-values-during-60s-800x800Sometimes you can find deep meaning the simple words of a song. This song is one of those songs. The beauty of this song is, is that you can get that same groovy feeling from the music alone. ~mojo

SIMON AND GARFUNKEL – THE 59TH STREET BRIDGE SONG (FEELIN’ GROOVY)

Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobble stones Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy Feelin’ groovy

Hello lamppost what you knowing? I’ve come to watch your flowers growing Ain’t you got no rhymes for me? Doot-in’ do-do feelin’ groovy Feelin’ groovy

Got no deeds to do, no promises to keep I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its petals on me Life, I love you all is groovy

Lyrics of the week – Almost Cut My Hair

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David Crosby by Almost Cut My Hair
I almost cut my hair ‘Twas just the other day It was gettin’ kinda long I could-a said, it was in my way

 

But I didn’t and I wonder why I want to let my freak flag fly And I feel like I owe it to someone

 

Must be because I had the flu for Christmas And I’m not feelin’ up to par It increases my paranoia Like lookin’ at my mirror and seein’ a lit up police car

 

But I’m not givin’ in an inch to fear I promised myself this year I feel like I owe it to someone

 

When I finally get myself together Get down in some sunny southern weather Find a place inside to laugh Separate the wheat from the chaff ‘Cause I feel like I owe it to someone

 

 

Even though I do not have my long hair anymore I still feel like a long hair hippie freak sometimes.

Peace and love!

~mojo

Lyrics of the week – Darcy Farrow

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Darcy Farrow

Where the walker runs down to the Carson Valley Plain
There lived a maiden, Darcy Farrow was her name
The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she
The sweetest flower that bloomed o’er the range

Her voice was as sweet as the sugar candy
Her touch was as soft as a bed of goose down
Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights
That shine in the night out of Yerrington town

She was courted by Young Vandamere
A fine lad was he as I am to hear
He gave her silver rings and lacy things
And she promised to wed before the snows came that year

But her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dyin’ touched the hearts of us one and all
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
And we buried them together as the snows began to fall

They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through
They sing of her beauty in Virginia City too
At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round
And to young Vandy whose love was true

Darcy Farrow is a song written by Steve Gillette and Tom Campbell, and first recorded in 1965 by Ian & Sylvia on their album, Early Morning Rain

I was introduced to this song by John Denver

Here is a really cool story about this song. Doug Moe: The real story behind ‘Darcy Farrow’

Lyrics of the week – Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m goin’ to
Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning, I’ll come followin’ you

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can’t feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’

I’m ready to go anywhere I’m ready for to fade
On to my own parade cast your dancin’ spell my way
I promise to go under it

Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there ain’t no place I’m goin’ to
Hey Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning, I’ll come followin’ you

Recorded by THE BYRDS – Mr. Tambourine Man

Written by Bob Dylan

Lyrics of the week – Saturday In The Park – Chicago

Chicago Saturday In The Park Lyrics
Songwriters: LAMM, ROBERT
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
People talking, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs
(Fake Italian lyric)
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I’ve been waiting such a long time
For Saturday Another day in the park
You’d think it was the Fourth of July
Another day in the park
You’d think it was the Fourth of July
People dancing, really smiling
A man playing guitar
Singing for us all
Will you help him change the world
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I’ve been waiting such a long time
For today Slow motion riders
Fly the colors of the day
A bronze man still can
Yell stories his own way
Listen children all is not lost
All is not lost
Oh no, no Funny days in the park
Every day’s the Fourth of July
Funny days in the park
Every day’s the Fourth of July
People reaching, people touching
A real celebration
Waiting for us all
If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I’ve been waiting such a long time
For the day

The Day the music died…

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American Pie

Songwriters: MCLEAN, DON

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And, I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance, and…
Maybe they’d be happy for a while
But, February made me shiver with every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep – I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside the day the music died

So, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die

buddy hollieDid you write the Book of Love and do you have faith in God, above?
If the Bible tells you so
Now, do you believe in Rock and Roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And…
Can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you’re in love with him, ’cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes – man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely, teenage broncin’ buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck, but…
I knew I was out of luck the day the music died

I started singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die

Now, for ten years we’ve been on our own and moss grows fat on a Rolling Stone, but…
That’s not how it used to be
When the Jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down the Jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned – no verdict was returned
And, while Lenin read a book on Marx the quartet practiced in the park, and…
We sang dirges in the dark the day the music died

We were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die

Healter Skealter in the summer swelter – the Birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight Miles High and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass with the Jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume while the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance, oh, but we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field – the marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died?

We started singing, bye bye Miss American PieRitchie-Valens
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die

And, there we were, all in one place – a generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick – Jack Flash sat on a Candlestick, ’cause…
Fire is the Devil’s only friend
And, as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell could break that satan’s spell
And, as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite, I saw…
Satan laughing with delight the day the music died

He was singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the Blues, and I asked her for some happy news
She just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store where I’d heard the music years before, but…
The man there said the music wouldn’t play
And, in the streets the children screamed, the lover’s cried, and the poets dreamed, but…
Not a word was spoken – the church bells all were broken
And, the three men I admire most: the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they…
Caught the last train for the coast the day the music died

big-bopper-456-102210And, they were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die
This’ll be the day that I die

They were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
This’ll be the day that I die