1967

I wrote this poem today listening to a 1967 playlist. (Beverly Hill Hotel Photo by David Alexander*.)

This playlist is very
much like coming home
for the first time
waits for no one turn turn turn
map after endless
fucking map—
bitch map, bastard
son—deliberate
as fuck, never even heard
of the goddam G-spot
or Ventura Highway
sunshine on my shoulders—jet
planes leaving high above us
every second clouds
from both sides now closing in
California wet dream—and
the sky is no longer grey
but tinsel color and you
beat-off—on a dark desert
highway—rain on 1965
glass one wiperblade and a
prayer fucking exit to Todos Santos
hard as woodstock for
your sister’s golden hair—
daughter of the devil
himself an angel in white—
tied up in a hotel basement
(such a lovely face)
such a lovely place
ready a room for the
grateful dead and
Casey Jones—don’t be a prick
I bought that cocaine
and a ticket
to an aeroplane—
one foot stuck in 1967 like a
wasted fuck wilted
flowers in her sunset
hair—these things
I forgot to do for you—
and I had a lover once—
his long middle finger
teasing Joplin to come
out today and
put the rain away
and that music starts
to play—and oh
What’s that you say?
Mrs Robinson?
Jesus loves you more
than you could know…
whoa
whoa
whoa

(C)2021 by Sanguine Woods

*https://www.loudersound.com/features/the-story-behind-the-eagles-hotel-california-album-artwork-interview

Until the day I die…

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When someone asks you Do you have any heros? And you are about to say No. Because you don’t. You never have. And you’ve never gone deep on that point. But the truth is you haven’t been an easy person to understand, by your own self, let alone by others. You think no one could know your crazy heart, not because it’s complicated, just the opposite, in fact. A little anachronistic for sure. You don’t want anyone in that space. A hero? Maybe some runner ups. Faces of free spirits float in and out of your mind. People who would know why you can’t just belong to someone, something….when you belong to everything else. It would have to be someone you would like to meet, sync with, save from being gone too soon…someone you would be proud being and being with. Then it hits you. And you’d never even thought of it before that moment.

Gypsy steal my heart.

Sing my soul, hippie queen.

Lose the shoes; live your blues.

Flower Power.

And why not, Mama?

Why not. ♡

“…and I’ll be yours, until the rivers all run dry. Yours, until the poets run out of rhyme. In other words…”

—Image: “Mama” Cass Elliott, ca. 1960s

Yep. It’s who you think it is…and she rocks. 🎸 Happy Monday.

932C83D2-9360-48F8-8B23-88F9E4F8F588You say I seem so grim, darlin do you forgive me?
Well, I went out on a limb cause I needed to be
near the fireflies flying high above me,
and then I hit the sky, and it fell down on me.

You said it wasn’t sharp, but I cut my fingers.
You said it just wouldn’t burn, and I scarred my face.

You know I bite my nails, my skin, and my fingers.
I’ve heard that’s my liver, my nerves, and my brain.
I said: “I just like to bite on my fuckin fingers.
Do you have another intelligent answer for me today?”

You said it wasn’t sharp, but I cut my fingers.
You said it just wouldn’t burn, and I scarred my face.

You said it just wastn’t there, when it fell down on me.
I’m just a sonafabitch no matter what you say.

I lost my trust in you. You were dangerous and scary.
And you poisoned me with the fruits everyone was intrigued by, and I finally got buried…

You said I won’t forget, and I don’t remember.
You said I’m something I’m not, and I fell on my face.

You said I wouldn’t rot, but worms are crawlin on me.
I’m just a sonafabitch no matter what you say.

Writer(s): Glen Ballard, Lisa Marie Presley, Clifton Magness

Most of All, Lyrics & Music by Brandi Carlile et al…

This song moves me very much. ♥️🎶

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Singer, Songwriter Brandi Carlile. (Pinterest)

Most of All

I haven’t seen my father in some time,
But his face is always staring back at me;
His heavy hands hang at the ends of my arms,
And my colors change like the sea.

But I don’t worry much about time lost.
I’m not gunning for the dreams I couldn’t find.
‘Cause he taught me how to walk the best I can
On the road I’ve left behind.

But most of all
He taught me to forgive,
How to keep a cool head,
How to love the one you’re with.

And when I’m far into the distance,
And the pushing comes to shove,
To remember what comes back
When you give away your love…
Give away your love…
When you give your love away…
Give away your love.

I haven’t heard my mother’s voice in a while,
But her words are always falling from my mouth;
My mind and spirit are at odds sometimes,
And they fight like the north and the south.

But I still care enough to bear the weight
Of the heaviness to which my heart is tethered.
She taught me how to be strong, and say goodbye,
And that love is forever.

But most of all,
She taught me how to fight,
How to move across the line
Between the wrong and the right.

And when I’m turned out in the darkness,
And the pushing comes to shove,
To remember what comes back
When you give away your love.

(Give away your love…
When you give your love away…
Give away your love…
Give your love away…
Oh, give your love away…
And remember what comes back to you.
Give your love away…
Oh, give your love away…
And remember what comes back to you.)

I haven’t seen my father in some time,
But his face is always staring back at me;
His heavy hands hang at the ends of my arms,
And my colors change like the sea.

(Songwriters: Brandi M. Carlile / Phillip John Hanseroth / Timothy Jay Hanseroth. Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.)

“You Keep Coming Back Like A Song” (Tony Perkins, 1958) Is Played in New Horror Film: I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House Dir. by Son, Osgood Perkins

You Keep Coming Back Like A Song, Sung by (Anthony) Tony Perkins, 1958. What a beautiful rendition of this classic song. (See text that follows the video)

Tony Perkins Sings You Keep Coming Back Like a Song

 

The song first appeared in the film Blue Skies in 1946, performed by Bing Crosby and Betty Russell. The song was a big hit and since that time, has been recorded by a number of famous songsters, including Perkins…

Recording History

  1. Bing Crosby & Betty Russell (Blue Skies Film Soundtrack), 1946
  2. Dinah Shore, 1946
  3. Jo Stafford, 1946
  4. Bing Crosby, Solo, 1946
  5. Paul Whiteman & His Orchestra (with Johnny Thompson) , 1946
  6. Chuck Foster & His Orchestra  (with Tommy Ryan) , 1946
  7. Ted Heath & His Music (vocal: Paul Carpenter) , 1946
  8. Dennis Day, 1946
  9. Leslie “Hutch” Hutchinson, 1946
  10. Georgia Gibbs, 1946
  11. Frank Sinatra (Radio Transcript), 1946
  12. Gordon MacRae, 1952
  13. Ella Fitzgerald, 1958
  14. Anthony (Tony) Perkins,1958
  15. Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians – 1958
  16. Margie Gibson, 1993
  17. Andrea Marcovicci, 1994
  18. Elisabeth Welch, 1995
  19. Phillip Officer, 2000
  20. Jane Scheckter, 2003
  21. Maude Maggart, 2005
  22. Also Recorded by: Dick James with Bob Farnon’s Orch.; Mantovani & His Orch.; Charlie Kunz; Jackie Davis; John Arpin; Marlene Ver Planck; Geraldo & His Orch.; Frank Strazzeri ……… and others.

Tony Perkins’ Sons Make a Masterpiece: I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House, 2016

Note of Trivia: The 1958 Perkins version of the song was recently featured in a horror film, I am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House (film poster, inset), written and directed by Tony’s son Osgood (Oz) Perkins; the music for the film was composed by Tony’s son, Elvis Perkins. The film, a unique ghost story, is a ghost masterpiece of subtlety, beauty, and creeping dread—unlike anything I have ever seen before—and I highly recommend it (5 out of 5 stars).

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Anthony Perkins’ son, Oz Perkins, wrote and directed the October 2016 Netflix Original horror film, I Am the Pretty Thing That Lives in the House, a subtle and hauntingly dreadful ghost story with cameo appearances by Deborah Harry (Blondie), as the creepy Mrs. Plum. Elvis Perkins, Tony Perkins’ other son, wrote the film’s eerie score. This film is a must-see. (5 out of 5 stars)

Lyrics as Sung by Tony Perkins, 1958

You keep coming back like a song
A song that keeps saying “Remember”
The sweet used-to-be that was once you and me
Keeps coming back like an old melody

The perfume of Roses in May
Returns to my room in December

From out of the past
Where forgotten things belong
You keep coming back like a song

<Trombone Solo Interlude>

From out of the past
Where forgotten things belong
You keep coming back like a song

You keep coming back like a song

(Transcribed by Sanguine Woods in October 2017 from Tony Perkins original 1958 recording.)

The Poetry of the Lyric: Lisa Marie Presley, Lights Out (+Vid Link)

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Lisa Marie Presley, daughter of Elvis Presley debuted as a singer/songwriter with her album To Whom It May Concern and the single “Lights Out”.

Lights Out

You were a million miles behind.
And I was crying every time I’d leave you;
Then I didn’t want to see you.
I still keep my watch two hours behind…

Someone turned the lights out there in Memphis.
That’s where my family’s buried and gone.
Last time I was there I noticed a space left,
Next to them there in Memphis
In the damn back lawn.

I didn’t know that I was in the crowd.
Oh, well…The fresh-cut grass stopped growing;
Everything on my shelf has fallen.
I still keep my watch two hours behind…

Someone turned the lights out there in Memphis.
That’s where my family’s buried and gone.
Oh, and I, last time I was there I noticed a space left,
Next to them there in Memphis
In the damn back lawn.

Was that a bridge I was crossing?
Somewhere I stopped walking.
I guess I fell off on my own.

I heard all the roads—they lead to Memphis.
Except for the one I’m stumbling down.
Oh, and I, I’ll be damned if I ever get this
Little son of a bitch from Memphis.
Well it’s all there I guess…
And I haven’t forgot.


Vid Links


Lisa Marie Presley released her debut album, To Whom It May Concern, on April 8, 2003. It reached No. 5 on the ”Billboard” 200 albums chart and was certified gold in June 2003. The album’s first single, “Lights Out”, reached No. 18 on the Billboard Hot Adult Top 40 chart and No. 16 on the UK charts.

Lisa Marie Presley (born February 1, 1968) is an American singer-songwriter. She is the only child of singer/actor Elvis Presley.

As sole heir to Elvis’ estate, Presley is the owner of Graceland, the Memphis mansion where her father lived, now a major tourist attraction. She has conducted a long career in the music business and has issued several albums and videos. Her work as vocalist and lyricist has ranged across country, blues and folk.

IMG_4082“Lights Out” is from the Album, To Whom It May Concern. The song was co-written by Glen Ballard, Clif Magness, & Lisa Marie Presley

(Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Bicycle Music Company)

The Poetry of the Lyric: Joshua Radin, Today (& link 2 vid)…

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Joshua Radin.

Today

Shoe laces untied, you can dry your eye.
Perfect shadows lie behind us.
And this is the day I make you mine.

The way your hair lies,
Sometimes unrecognized.
All the way from Nice today on a train…

Nothing to say but there’s still time.
You are the one
I’ve been waiting for today.

And here comes the sun.
It’s been beating more today.

Lately I’ve lost my tongue.
Today you found my song.
Unknown our love…has grown.

And I thank God you came along.
And you are the one
I’ve been waiting for today.

And here comes the sun.
It’s been beating more today.

You look right through me;
There was no one else.
I sat beside you
and became myself…
Today.

You are the one
I’ve been waiting for today.

And here comes the sun;
It’s been beating more today.

– Joshua Ryan Radin

The Poetry of the Lyric: Joe Purdy, Santa Rosa in the Snow…

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Santa Rosa in the Snow

Happy New Year Santa Rosa here I am;
I was brought in by the weather and the cold.
I was heading towards the west to find the sand.
I guess I’ll have to settle for the snow.

And I am just a stranger to this town.
I’m lonely and I’m restless and I’m stuck.
And I wish I knew a way to get back down.
And I wish I had a shovel in this truck.

And the state police won’t let me on the street.
I told ’em my story – they don’t care.
There’s an old dog just lying at the feet
Of a girl who once wore flowers in her hair.

And my heart lies fifty miles ahead,
Underneath a bridge just out of sight,
Where she sits beneath the covers of a bed,
Where she waits for me to meet her in the night.

And this old town was named after a rose
That blooms along the hillside in cold ground.
But my heart has been broken and it’s closed,
Like the freeway that would take me out of town.

And just because I ain’t got no regrets,
That don’t mean I didn’t get it wrong;
My love is like a homemade summer dress,
And I am just a lonely winter song.

I dust off the snowflakes from the hood’
And I talk to an old friend on the phone;
She says, “I think that the calm could do you good;
You know you’ve been driving for so long.”

So Happy New Years, babe, I guess this is goodbye;
And I hope that you find someone you can hold.
And if you hear that midnight whistle cry?
Please think of me in Santa Rosa in the snow.

– Written by Joe Purdy
(Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.)