Dig yourself is absolutely right!
Growing up around my home gave my brother and I one heck of a musical knowledge base, but not in a learning to play or write music kind of way. It was more an immersing experience. We listened to the greats, the goods, the not so goods and everything in between.
Our folks loved music! A fact I am still grateful for today even though I boggles Darling Diva's mind that I just can not and will not pick one favorite song... I mean how could I pick?
DD is starting to learn why I can't pick, though. I turned the question around on her the other day and she said "Oh I like song A, but I like song B, too." The light flickered behind her eyes in that music loving center of our brains...yeah, she's starting to get it. I just love watching the love of music grow in her. ~smile~
Here though is a Bob Dylan song that I've always been partial too.
Enjoy! and have a Terrific Tuesday
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
By the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tiptoes
Don’t try “No-Doz”
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
’Cause the vandals took the handles
Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
O lawdy, what a perfect song for these times... Ole Dylan knew the score way before many of us figured it out. That's one of my fave songs of his before I knew what all he was talking about.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up, I wasn't music-immersed the way you were, but my parents were no slouches either. We always had a variety of music to enjoy, experience, and learn about.
Yeah, who could pick ONE favorite song? Certainly not moi.
It is a perfect song from the times, Savanna. And Dylan was definitely using his intuition in a big way!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you were blessed with a musical household, as well. :)
Nope, no way to pick just one. ~wink~