"In September when the leaves, come falling down...Follow me down, follow me down To the space before the twilight and the dawn"

[Dante]

I saw you standing with the wind and the rain in your face
And you were thinking 'bout the wisdom of the leaves and their grace
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

And at night the moon is shining on a clear, cloudless sky
And when the evening shadows fall I'll be there by your side
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place beside the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space before the twilight and the dawn

Oh, the last time I saw Paris in the streets, in the rain
And as I walk along the boulevards with you, once again
And the leaves come falling down
In September, when the leaves come falling down

Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place between the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space between the twilight and the dawn

And as I'm looking at the colour of the leaves, in your hand
As we're listening to Chet Baker on the beach, in the sand
When the leaves come falling down,
Oh in September, when the leaves come falling down
Oh when the leaves come falling down
Yeah in September when the leaves come falling down

When the leaves come falling down
In September, when the leaves come falling down

When the leaves come falling down in September, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down

When the leaves come falting down in September, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down

Songwriters: Van Morrison

 

[Dante]

Unforgettable in every way
And forevermore (and forevermore)
That's how you'll stay (that's how you'll stay)
That's why darling, it's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am unforgettable too

 

[Dante]

Another night finds me alone
In my dreams
You still touch me

Your picture by my telephone
In that smile
You still thrill me

And if I sleep, I sleep here alone
In my bed tonight
You still haunt me

And if I'm falling, I'm falling like a stone
In my nightmares
You still hold me

And after all that we've been through
Now I'm wondering
If you still blame me

If only half of this was true
That you believe of me
You still shame me

Dark rain will fall until I see your face
I close my eyes
I seem to hear the raindrops saying
You won't come back
You still touch me

And when I'm sick at heart and low
In my prayers
You still heal me

When I'm so sure this isn't so
My complacency
You still shake me

I wonder if you feel the same way as I do
And you'd come back
You'd still touch me

Another night finds me alone
In my bed tonight
You still haunt me
You still hold me
You still touch me
You still touch me
You still touch me

Another night
Another night
Another night

Songwriters: Gordon Matthew Sumner

 

[Dante]

I remember the young people I took on jobs with me. I had one crew made up of mostly undocumented immigrants - some overstayed, others...? I helped two people get green cards.

Anyway I'd bring my boombox with music. One time playing this song and singing while I worked I saw everybody stop and stare at me? They they said something to each other in their language. They called to me "Misted Dante, Mister Dante..."

They thought I was singing "I'm an illegal alien."


Oh, I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
Oh, I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York



true story

too funny

 

[Dante]

Unfortunately there are people I've known who could never have grasp the meanings here. It requires self-awareness.

 

[Dante]

It has been said that Willie knew Ray was ill and close to passing on.

Those two men were seriously close.

 

[Dante]

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind, I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh, oh, when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the midst of time
When they ask me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh, when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind, I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

And oh, oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds, will blow right through me
And someday in the midst of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh, when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see

 

[Dante]

Time, flowing like a river
time, beckoning me
who knows when we shall meet again
if ever
but time
keeps flowing like a river
to the sea

Songwriters: Alan Parsons / Eric Norman Woolfson

 

[Dante]

I remember photographs
Watercolors of the past
He turned and said,
"You ask much of me"

Then when we made our peace
We lay between the sheets
He turned and said,
"I set you free"

Go on, be a hero,
Be a photograph
Make your own myths,
Christ, I hope they last
Longer than mine
Wider than the sky
We measure time by

...

I said, "Do you wish me dead?"
Lip service to books you've read
Articles on how to bed a bird in flight

You called it love
I called it greed
You say, "You take what you want"
I said, "You get what you need"
...

Songwriters: Janis Ian

 

[Dante]

The of course there is Tea and Sympathy



Pass the tea & sympathy
For the good old days long gone
Let's drink a toast to those who most
Believe in what they've won
It's a long long time 'til morning
Plays wasted on the dawn
I'll not write another line,
For my true love is gone

 

[Dante]

Both Sides Now​

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

...

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
It's life's illusions that I recall
I really don't know life
I really don't know life at all



Mentions of "Cloud(s)" has special meanings for me. It's as usual, a long story.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Lyric by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 

[Dante]

Picking it up a little bit



back in a little while

D

 

[Dante]

I was 16/17 years old when somebody that became something of a mentor, introduced me to this:
Dick and Mimi Farina


Richard George Fariña "Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me"
March 8, 1937 – April 30, 1966, was an American folksinger, songwriter, poet and novelist.

Margarita Mimi Baez Fariña
April 30, 1945 – July 18, 2001, was an American singer-songwriter and activist, the youngest of three daughters of mother Joan Chandos Bridge and Mexican-American physicist Albert Baez. She was the younger sister of the singer and activist Joan Baez.

It's a long, long way down to Reno, Nevada
And a long, long way to your home
But the change in your pocket is beginning to grumble
And you reap just about what you've sown

You can walk down the street, pass your face in the window
You can keep on fooling around
You can work day and night, take a chance on promotion
You can fall through a hole in the ground

Now there ain't no game like the game you been playing
When you got a little something to lose
And there ain't no time like the time you been wasting
And you waste just about what you choose

There's a man at the table and you know he's been able
To return all the odds that you lay
But you can't feed your hunger and you ain't getting younger
And your tongue ain't got nothing to say

And it's a long, long way down to Reno Nevada
And a long, long way to your home
But the ground underneath you is beginning to tremble
And the sky up a above you has grown

There's a time to be moving and a time to be grooving
And a time just for climbing the wall
But the odds have been doubled and it ain't worth the trouble
And you're never going nowhere at all

It's a long, long way down to Reno Nevada
And a long, long way to your home
But the change in your pocket is beginning to grumble
And you reap just about what you've sown

There's a man at the table and you know he's been able
To return all the odds that you lay
Hey, but you can't feed your hunger and you ain't getting younger
And your tongue ain't got nothing to say

Songwriters: Richard Farina

Mimi and Richard Farina's 1965 song about Reno Nevada is one of the first folk music songs to be played with electric instruments and it's a stone cold groove.​

Bread and Roses - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

 

[Dante]

Around the same time, 16/17 years old I was introduced to Phil Ochs

Incredibly haunting lyrics on this particular album: Pleasures of the Harbor



Philip David Ochs (/ˈoʊks/; December 19, 1940 – April 9, 1976) was an American songwriter and protest singer (or, as he preferred, a topical singer). Ochs was known for his sharp wit, sardonic humor, political activism, often alliterative lyrics, and distinctive voice. He wrote hundreds of songs from the 1960s to early 1970s and released eight albums.

Ochs performed at many political events during the 1960s counterculture era, including anti-Vietnam War and civil rights rallies, student events, and organized labor events over the course of his career, in addition to many concert appearances at such venues as New York City's Town Hall and Carnegie Hall. Politically, Ochs described himself as a "left social democrat"[1] who became an "early revolutionary" after the protests at the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago led to a police riot, which had a profound effect on his state of mind.

After years of prolific writing in the 1960s, Ochs's mental stability declined in the 1970s. He had a number of mental health problems, including depression, bipolar disorder and alcoholism, and died by suicide in 1976.

Ochs's influences included Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, Bob Gibson, Faron Young, and Merle Haggard. His best-known songs include "I Ain't Marching Anymore", "When I'm Gone", "Changes", "Crucifixion", "Draft Dodger Rag", "Love Me, I'm a Liberal", "Outside of a Small Circle of Friends", "Power and the Glory", "There but for Fortune", "The War Is Over", and "No More Songs".

 

[Dante]

there is a great story about listening to "Outside of a small circle of friends"

 

[Vastator]

I saw you standing with the wind and the rain in your face
And you were thinking 'bout the wisdom of the leaves and their grace
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

And at night the moon is shining on a clear, cloudless sky
And when the evening shadows fall I'll be there by your side
When the leaves come falling down
In September when the leaves, come falling down

Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place beside the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space before the twilight and the dawn

Oh, the last time I saw Paris in the streets, in the rain
And as I walk along the boulevards with you, once again
And the leaves come falling down
In September, when the leaves come falling down

Follow me down, follow me down, follow me down
To the place between the garden and the wall
Follow me down, follow me down
To the space between the twilight and the dawn

And as I'm looking at the colour of the leaves, in your hand
As we're listening to Chet Baker on the beach, in the sand
When the leaves come falling down,
Oh in September, when the leaves come falling down
Oh when the leaves come falling down
Yeah in September when the leaves come falling down

When the leaves come falling down
In September, when the leaves come falling down

When the leaves come falling down in September, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down

When the leaves come falting down in September, in the rain
When the leaves come falling down

Songwriters: Van Morrison

Try to remember the kind of November...

 

[Dante]

I first came upon "Triad" (Songwriters: David Van Cortlandt Crosby) listening to the CSN&Y - 4 Way Street, Live Album. Then I came across Grace Slick's version. Crown of Creation Album - Jefferson Airplane. Not sure why, or how I missed or overlooked Slick's incredible rendition, but there we are.




"Triad" is a song written by American singer-songwriter David Crosby in 1967 about a ménage à trois.[2] It was recorded by the Byrds that year, while Crosby was a member of the band, but their version went unreleased at the time and was not issued until twenty years later. Jefferson Airplane released a version of the song in 1968 on their Crown of Creation album[3] and a live version performed by Crosby was included on Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young's 4 Way Street in 1971.

 

[Dante]

 

[Dante]

 

[Dante]

The song also alludes to author Robert A. Heinlein's science fiction novel Stranger in a Strange Land, with references to "sister lovers" and "water brothers".[6]


Which segues nicely into Leon Russell's...



One of my all time favorite albums