Saturday, October 25, 2008

The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh god, Im a-one

My mother, was a tailor
She sewed those new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, lord
Down in New Orleans

The only thing that a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

He fills his glasses up to the brim,
And hell pass the cards around
and the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is rambling from town to town.

Oh tell my baby, sista
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
And the other one on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

I'm going back to New Orleans,
My race is almost run.
I'm going back to the end of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.

Bob Dylan: Forever Young

May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

Leonard Cohen: Who by Fire

And who by fire, who by water,
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
Who in your merry merry month of may,
Who by very slow decay,
And who shall I say is calling?

And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
And who by avalanche, who by powder,
Who for his greed, who for his hunger,
And who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent, who by accident,
Who in solitude, who in this mirror,
Who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand,
Who in mortal chains, who in power,
And who shall I say is calling?