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bob dylan to ramona maggie's farm visions of johanna isis farewell angelina sara suze corrina, corrina

my neck's tired.

eric von schmidt and joan baez - low down chariot

okay i think i just fixed it!

http://www.myspace.com/putainfromage anybody can add me if they want?

that sucks! a lot. but at least they're coming back to the states for sure next year!

fairport convention - genesis hall

ani difranco - swan dive

oh my god. that was hilarious. i wish i could get it on the computer to show you all :/

lmao fake snow?!

these fucking u2 fans. i want to skin them or something. http://www.livejournal.com/community/u2/1527572.html or something.

AHHHH MY EYES.

boo eye exam, yay new lenses.

"to bobby" by joan baez I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet And hope my words will carry home to your heart You left us marching on the road and said how heavy was the load The years were young, the struggle barely had its start Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying for you See the children in the morning light, Bobby They're dying No one could say it like you said it, we'd only try and just forget it You stood alone upon the mountain till it was sinking And in a frenzy we tried to reach you With looks and letters we would beseech you Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying for you See the children in the morning light, Bobby They're dying Perhaps the pictures in the Times could no longer be put in rhymes When all the eyes of starving children are wide open You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound That made me think your heart was aching or even broken But if God hears my complaint He will forgive you And so will I, with all respect, I'll just relive you And likewise, you must understand these things we give you Like these flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war We're only saying the time is short and there is work to do And we're still marching in the streets with little victories and big defeats But there is joy and there is hope and there's a place for you And you have heard the voices in the night, Bobby They're crying for you See the children in the morning light, Bobby They're dying

i don't have an ipod, but here's my audioscrobbler top 25 played songs 1. Coldplay - Shiver 2. Ani DiFranco - Dilate 3. Ani DiFranco - Manhole 4. Coldplay - Yellow 5. Ani DiFranco - Buildings and Bridges 6. Ani DiFranco - Work Your Way Out 7. Ani DiFranco - Untouchable Face 8. Coldplay - Everything's Not Lost 9. Ani DiFranco - Both Hands 10. Ani DiFranco - Little Plastic Castle 11. Ani DiFranco - Shameless 12. Coldplay - God Put a Smile Upon Your Face 13. Ani DiFranco - Letter to a John 14. Ani DiFranco - Out of Range [Acoustic] 15. Coldplay - In My Place 16. Coldplay - Politik 17. Ani DiFranco - Seeing Eye Dog 18. Ani DiFranco - I'm No Heroine 19. Coldplay - Parachutes 20. Coldplay - Spies 21. Coldplay - Don't Panic 22. Coldplay - See You Soon 23. Coldplay - Trouble 24. Ani DiFranco - Deep Dish 25. Coldplay - Talk

she's on the today show, well, today... and on ellen tomorrow!

"gulf winds" by joan baez It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local square It's only that I'm here tonight thinking I was there There are high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was good to me Instead of having a flock of sons he had two other girls and me And if we had used our Spanish names, here's the way they'd run Thalia, Margarita and Juanita, I'm the middle one. The screen door kept the demons in as we moved from town to town It's hard to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door Why do you carry the weight, she said, of the world and maybe more? And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line My father preached in his parents' church when he was ten years and nine And mama dressed in parishoners' clothes and didn't believe in hell Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived I'd have known him well They said go find a Sunday School, we must have tried them all I never stole from the silver plate, my sisters had more gall One preacher said sing out loud and clear, it's the only life you've got And the next one said be good on earth, you've another life at the feet of God And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico My father turned down many a job just to give us something real It's hard to be a scientist in the States when you've got ideals And mama kept the budget book, she kept the garden, too Bought fish from the man on Thursday, fed all of us and strangers, too But time will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's being told And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child who's wrong Be still when the earth is silent and sing when my strength is gone And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico Now father's going to India sometime in the fall They tried to stay together but you just can't do it all I'll think about him if he goes, there's a little grey in his hair Though not much because he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare And if he goes to India I'll miss him most of all He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the beggar's call And mama will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong And I'll say a prayer for both of them and sing them both my song And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico

joan baez - no woman, no cry oh how i love her.

ITCHY. WOW.

joan baez - la llorona

eric anderson - violets of dawn

I KNOW WTF