A Musical Respite
This month was draining. It was relentlessly hot in Sacramento, we played several farmers markets as the sun rose to high noon, and fallout from the Presidential debate rattled millions of us who hoped beyond hope for the absurdity of this election to burst like an infected boil.
Adam Kinzinger posted here on Substack his sentiment after the GOP convention: The GOP is dead. When President Biden made the heroic decision on his own to pass the torch, the world suddenly looked brighter. I remixed two classic tunes from the 1960s I recorded some months ago and invite you to take a moment and enjoy if you’re of a mind.
Helplessly Hoping
Crosby, Stills & Nash
Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs
Wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of goodbye
Wordlessly watching, he waits by the window and wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, he worries
Did he hear a goodbye?
Or even hello?
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
Stand by the stairway
You'll see something certain to tell you
Confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying, it's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
I Want You
Bob Dylan
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the streets where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
How my fathers, they've gone down
True love, they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it
Well, I'll return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her
She is good to me
And there's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I?
But I did it because he lied
And because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I
Want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so bad
Honey, I want you