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Riding The Blues Train

Alright, strap in, folks. We’re about to embark on a wild, whiskey-soaked journey through the hazy annals of blues history. This isn’t just a list of songs; it’s a roadmap to the soul of America, a testament to the human spirit’s unyielding resilience in the face of adversity. So pour yourself a stiff one, kick back, and let the raw, unfiltered essence of the blues wash over you.“DALLAS BLUES” BY HART WAND (1912)First up, we’ve got “Dallas Blues” by Hart Wand (1912). This isn’t just a song; it’s a goddamn revelation. The first published blues song, it started life as an instrumental piece, a lonely melody wandering the streets of Dallas, looking for a home. Then the lyrics came, and suddenly it was like the city itself was singing – a melancholic melody that echoed through the back alleys and smoky bars, a heartfelt hymn to the human condition. Listen here and let the spirit of Dallas Blues take you on a journey.“MEMPHIS BLUES” BY W.C. HANDY (1912)Next, we’re heading down to Tennessee with “Memphis Blues” by W.C. Handy (1912). This song isn’t just a tribute to Memphis; it’s a love letter to the city’s rich musical culture, penned by the Father of the Blues himself. Originally composed as a campaign song for a mayoral candidate, it quickly transcended its political origins to become a blues standard. Listen here and let the Memphis Blues carry you away.“ST. LOUIS BLUES” BY W.C. HANDY (1914)Now, brace yourself for “St. Louis Blues” by W.C. Handy (1914). This isn’t just a song; it’s an emotional rollercoaster, a tale of love and betrayal set to a soundtrack of ragtime and jazz. It’s one of the most famous blues songs of all time, and for good reason. Listen here and let the St. Louis Blues break your heart and put it back together again.“CRAZY BLUES” BY MAMIE SMITH (1920)Hold on to your hats, because here comes “Crazy Blues” by Mamie Smith (1920). This song didn’t just open the door for Black musicians to record blues music; it kicked the damn door off its hinges. It’s a raw, unfiltered expression of emotion that resonated with listeners and set the stage for the future of the genre. Listen here and let the Crazy Blues drive you wild.“DOWN HEARTED BLUES” BY BESSIE SMITH (1923)Finally, we’ve got “Down Hearted Blues” by Bessie Smith (1923). This song is a gut punch of emotion, a tale of love gone wrong that hits you right in the feels. It was a big hit for Bessie Smith, earning her the title of “Empress of the Blues.” Listen here and let the Down Hearted Blues soothe your soul.So there you have it, folks. Five iconic blues songs that chart the course of this uniquely American genre. Each one is a testament to the power of music to capture the human experience in all its messy, beautiful complexity. So sit back, pour yourself another one, and let the blues take you on a journey. Enjoy the ride.

Slip Away – David Bowie (Piano Ballad Version)

Slip Away – David Bowie (Piano Ballad Version) Oogie waits for just another dayDrags his bonesTo see the Yankees playBones Boy talks and flickers grayOh, they slip away Once a timeThey nearly might have beenBones and Oogie on a silver screenNo one knew what they could doExcept for me and youThey slip awayThey slip away Don’t forgetTo keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWatching all the worldAnd war tornHow I wonder where you areOo-oSailing overConey IslandTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWe were dumbBut you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you areOo-o Oogie knew there’s never ever timeSome of us will always stay behindDown in space it’s always 1982The joke we always knewOo-ooWhat’sa matter with youC’mon, let’s goSlip awayOo-o Don’t forgetTo keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWatching all the worldAnd war tornHow I wonder where you areOo-oSailing overConey IslandTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWe were dumbBut you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you areOo-o Sailing Slip Away – David Bowie (Piano Ballad Version) Oogie waits for just another dayDrags his bonesTo see the Yankees playBones Boy talks and flickers grayOh, they slip away Once a timeThey nearly might have beenBones and Oogie on a silver screenNo one knew what they could doExcept for me and youThey slip awayThey slip away Don’t forgetTo keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWatching all the worldAnd war tornHow I wonder where you areOo-oSailing overConey IslandTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWe were dumbBut you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you areOo-o Oogie knew there’s never ever timeSome of us will always stay behindDown in space it’s always 1982The joke we always knewOo-ooWhat’sa matter with youC’mon, let’s goSlip awayOo-o Don’t forgetTo keep your head warmTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWatching all the worldAnd war tornHow I wonder where you areOo-oSailing overConey IslandTwinkle twinkle Uncle FloydWe were dumbBut you were fun, boyHow I wonder where you areOo-o Sailing

Bob Dylan – Mr. Tambourine Man (Remaster)

Mr. Tambourine man – bob dylan (Hunter s. thompson planning his funeral) Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Though I know that evening’s empire has returned into sandVanished from my handLeft me blindly here to stand, but still not sleepingMy weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feetI have no one to meetAnd my ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ shipMy senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to gripMy toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heelsTo be wanderingI’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fadeInto my own parade, cast your dancin’ spell my wayI promise to go under it Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sunIt’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escaping on the runAnd but for the sky there are no fences facingAnd if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhymeTo your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behindI wouldn’t pay it any mindIt’s just a shadow you’re seeing that he’s chasing Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mindDown the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leavesThe haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beachFar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrowYes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving freeSilhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sandsWith all memory and fate driven deep beneath the wavesLet me forget about today until tomorrow Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Mr. Tambourine man – bob dylan (Hunter s. thompson planning his funeral) Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Though I know that evening’s empire has returned into sandVanished from my handLeft me blindly here to stand, but still not sleepingMy weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feetI have no one to meetAnd my ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ shipMy senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to gripMy toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heelsTo be wanderingI’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fadeInto my own parade, cast your dancin’ spell my wayI promise to go under it Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sunIt’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escaping on the runAnd but for the sky there are no fences facingAnd if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhymeTo your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behindI wouldn’t pay it any mindIt’s just a shadow you’re seeing that he’s chasing Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mindDown the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leavesThe haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beachFar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrowYes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving freeSilhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sandsWith all memory and fate driven deep beneath the wavesLet me forget about today until tomorrow Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going toHey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for meIn the jingle jangle mornin’ I’ll come followin’ you

Chuck Berry – Cottage For Sale (Remaster)

Chuck Berry – Cottage For Sale (Remaster) Our little dream castle with every dream gone,Is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn,And my heart is heavy as I gaze uponA cottage for sale   The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay,Our beautiful garden has withered away,Where you planted roses, the weeds seem to say,A cottage for sale.   From every single window, I see your face,But when I reach a window, there’s empty space.The key’s in the mail box the same as before,But no one is waiting any more,The end of the story is told on the door.A cottage for sale. Chuck Berry – Cottage For Sale (Remaster) Our little dream castle with every dream gone,Is lonely and silent, the shades are all drawn,And my heart is heavy as I gaze uponA cottage for sale   The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay,Our beautiful garden has withered away,Where you planted roses, the weeds seem to say,A cottage for sale.   From every single window, I see your face,But when I reach a window, there’s empty space.The key’s in the mail box the same as before,But no one is waiting any more,The end of the story is told on the door.A cottage for sale.