Sunday, August 2, 2015

Country Music

“If it sounds like Country Music it probably is.”
-Kris Kristofferson

What is country music? ¿Música del campo, música de los campesinos? Country music somehow begins a little below the middle class, maybe a lot below, maybe even at the very bottom. It’s songs about people who are having trouble paying the rent, people who’ve been in jail once or twice, people who drink too much, people in pain. But even with all the pain they live with they are capable of seeing how big the world is and how they need to get out, how they need to escape. Most of the time they never make it out. That’s why there is country music.


It is difficult to translate so I will give some examples.




Sunday Morning Coming Down
by Kris Kristofferson

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussing at a can that he was kicking.

Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.


And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.





If You Could Read My Mind
by Gordon Lightfoot

If you could read my mind love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
'About a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free,
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see.

If I could read your mind love,
What a tale your thoughts could tell.
Just like a paperback novel,
The kind the drugstores sell.
When you reach the part where the heartaches come,
the hero would be me.
Heroes often fail.
And you won't read that book again
Because the ending's just too hard to take.

I walk away like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script.
Enter number two,
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me,
But for now love lets be real.

I never thought I could act this way
And I've got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feelings gone and I just can't get it back.

If you could read my mind love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet,
The story always ends.
If you read between the lines
You'll know that I'm just trying to understand
The feeling that you lack.

I never thought I could feel this way
And I got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong
But the feelings gone
And I just can't get it back.




Mendocino County Line

Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line

Scarce as Monday morning feeling washed away
Our orchestrated paradise couldn't make you stay
You dance with the horses through the sands of time
As the sun sinks west of the Mendocino county line

I have these pictures and I
Keep these photographs to
Remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doing fine
I use to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line

The two of us together felt nothing but right
Feeling we're immortal every Friday night
Lost in our convictions lips stained with wine
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino county line

I don't talk to you too much these days
I just thank the Lord, pictures don't fade
I spent time with an angel just passing through
Now all that's left is this image of you




On the Road Again
by Willie Nelson

On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is making music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way

Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again


I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
by Hank Williams

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die?
Like me, he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry