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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Leading edge boomer here (1946), and proud of it. I’ll gladly accept Natalie’s rendition of most anything as an anthem.
Get on the bus you’ll !
She’s different, I like different.
VI
Meh…
I’m with Jack on this gal.
Egyptian snake dancer maybe- Not my idea of Boomer era.
https://youtu.be/oyio0XIHYHg
She’s not really a Boomer artist and just might be too good for us. Born in 1963 (barely Boomer), “Merchant left the group in 1993, after 12 years, to record her first solo album. Tigerlily (1995) was certified five-times platinum, and was followed by the platinum Ophelia (1998), Natalie Merchant Live (1999), and Motherland (2001).”
http://www.nonesuch.com/albums/natalie-merchant
What a body of work! Here are some obvious stand outs:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=39gCYA9P4DQ
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uAwyIad93-c&feature=emb_title
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-HLxpWGCzc
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ta4rHfgxarI&feature=emb_title
And, of course, the one our host showcased a few days ago.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HvB7gVvtkaQ&feature=emb_title
Once upon a time, between wives, my Merchant fantasy was:
1) I give you everything I have.
2) All you (Natalie) have to do is come into my bedroom once a week and stand at the end of my bed and sing. That. Is. All.
This song always resonated with me. Being from a more “country” upbringing Natalie called it her NYC song. The way city sights and sounds hypnotize and mesmerize. I always saw it as the souls journey through the material world. Love the way she moves.
Most seem to love her, and I trust the people here. Must be my hearing aids.
Well, she is an interesting entertainer in general, but that performance was not very good. Perhaps she was too cold.
Love this song. One of the greatest guitar solos of all time.
I’m not picking on you Sid but those guitar sections only filled in a bit of noise during the breaks. Mediocre at their apex.
is that a Fender Firebird?