just 'cause

it's van morrison thursday (and y'all know he's my FAVORITE)

in the ENTIRE cosmos (when you walk across that room, you make my heart go boom)

the 100 greatest singers of all time

as compiled by rolling stone



if i compiled the list first thing i'd do is TAKE AXL THE EFF OFF OF IT
it's a pretty cool list though. lots of the chosen one's blurbs are written by other artists

van made #24 though (he's #1 in MY book)

Photo: Rivas/AFP/Getty

this posting is neither here nor there

i know i've mentioned it a million times but van morrison is my absolute favorite musical artist. into the mystic was my favorite song of his UNTIL i started thinking

MADAME GEORGE



Down on Cypress Avenue
With the child like visions leaping into view
The clicking clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy and Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
Early cool night air like Shalimar
And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the street collecting bottle tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taking Madame George
And that’s when you fall
Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh, woh, that’s when you fall
Yeah that’s when you fall
When you fall into a trance
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms in history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George
And you think you've found the bag
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
In a corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George
And from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says ‘Lord have mercy I think that it's the cops’
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below
And you know you gotta go
On the train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
In the rain, hail, sleet and snow
Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
I wonder why for Madame George
And as you leave the room is filled with music
Laughing music, dancing music, all around the room
And all the little boys comin’ round
Walking away from it all so cool
And as you're about to leave she jumps up 'n says
‘Hey love, you forgot your glove’
And the love that loves the love that loves
The love that loves to love the love that loves
Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain in the back street
In the back street, in the back street
Say goodbye to Madame George
In the back street, In the back street, In the back street
Well, well down home, down home in the back street
Got to go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eyes
Say goodbye to Madame George
And the love that loves to love that loves to love that loves to love the love the love that loves to love the loves that love to love
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Woo – ooh, Mm, mm, mm
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye yeah to Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
And the love that loves to love the loves to love the love that love to love the love that loves to love
Say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train darling
Get on the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, darling
This is the train, This is the train darling
This is the train
Oh say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train Get on the train

rant: i can watch

the last waltz a million times. there is one thing i don't get. i'll never get

WTF is neil diamond doing there?

but that's not really what i wanted to say. i wanted to say i love joni mitchell. i love her a great deal. i was lucky enough to have seen her a few times (early on).

in the movie, she sang one of my favorite songs:

Coyote (joni mitchell)


No regrets Coyote
We just come from such different sets of circumstance
I'm up all night in the studios
And you're up early on your ranch
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel
There's no comprehending
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
And the lips you can get
And still feel so alone
And still feel related
Like stations in some relay
You're not a hit and run driver no no
Racing away
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

We saw a farmhouse burning down
In the middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy
Till we turned into some road house lights
Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
And the next thing I know
That coyote's at my door
He pins me in a corner and he won't take no
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow
Now he's got a woman at home
He's got another woman down the hall
He seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk
And lead me on that way
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

I looked a coyote right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went running thru the whisker wheat
Chasing some prize down
And a hawk was playing with him
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
He had those same eyes just like yours
Under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms
And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play

No regrets Coyote
I just get off up aways
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Coyote's in the coffee shop
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas and eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles
And the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
Or take off out of here
I tried to run away myself
To run away and wrestle with my ego
And with this flame
You put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcherIn this prisoner
Of the fine white lines
Of the white lines on the free free way

i don't understand why she never achieved the fame she deserves. well, i understand she never wanted to (or did for that matter) to bend for the suits at the record companies. i know she wanted to (and did) make records HER way. i know goodbye pork pie hat isn't to everyone's taste. but c'mon. i don't understand why someone gets to be so popular and they have so little talent and someone oozing talent like joni never got her due. this upsets me. i just mentioned something like this in a recent posting and i will mention it again many other times. i have to, it eats at me.