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Post by rizzuto on Apr 8, 2020 11:14:01 GMT -5
www.yahoo.com/news/celebrated-singer-songwriter-john-prine-014929256.htmlDamn. Sarah and I adored John Prine. I am not certain how many times we saw him live, but it was wonderful every single time. The last music my wife heard on this earth was John Prine, playing from my iPhone while she was in hospice. Lots of fantastic memories tied up in his words and music. He was a true artist, a poet really. His wit and humor shall be missed. RIP.
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Post by rizzuto on Apr 8, 2020 11:17:13 GMT -5
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Post by rizzuto on Apr 8, 2020 11:43:49 GMT -5
That’s How Every Empire Falls John Prine
Caught a train from Alexandria Just a broken man in flight Running scared with his devils Saying prayers all through the night Oh but mercy can't find him Not in the shadows where he calls Forsaking all his better angels That's how every empire falls
The bells ring out on Sunday morning Like echoes from another time All our innocence and yearning And sense of wonder left behind Oh gentle hearts remember What was that story? Is it lost? For when religion loses vision That's how every empire falls.
He toasts his wife and all his family The providence he brought to bear They raise their glasses in his honor Although this union they don't share A man who lives among them Was still a stranger to them all For when the heart is never open That's how every empire falls…
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Post by noetsi on Apr 8, 2020 12:13:28 GMT -5
Bernie's campaign died today
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Post by inger on Apr 8, 2020 13:32:36 GMT -5
Bernie's campaign died today It was not clear whether or not the death was COVID-related...
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Post by rizzuto on Apr 8, 2020 13:36:05 GMT -5
Bernie's campaign died today It was not clear whether or not the death was COVID-related... It was. He was diagnosed with the coronavirus. But, he’s had cancer twice, so was at high risk.
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Post by kaybli on Apr 8, 2020 13:38:17 GMT -5
www.yahoo.com/news/celebrated-singer-songwriter-john-prine-014929256.htmlDamn. Sarah and I adored John Prine. I am not certain how many times we saw him live, but it was wonderful every single time. The last music my wife heard on this earth was John Prine, playing from my iPhone while she was in hospice. Lots of fantastic memories tied up in his words and music. He was a true artist, a poet really. His wit and humor shall be missed. RIP. I haven't really checked out John Prine's music catalogue but I will be sure to check him out now for sure. RIP.
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Post by rizzuto on Apr 8, 2020 15:05:56 GMT -5
All the Best John Prine
I wish you love - and happiness I guess I wish - you all the best I wish you don't - do like I do And never fall in love with someone like you
Cause if you feel - just like I did You'd probably walk around the block like a little kid But kids don't know - they can only guess How hard it is - to wish you happiness
I guess that love - is like a Christmas card You decorate a tree - you throw it in the yard It decays and dies - and the snowman melts Well, I once knew love - I knew how love felt
Yeah I knew love - love knew me And when I walked - love walked with me And I got no hate - and I got no pride Well, I got so much love that I cannot hide Yeah, I got so much love that I cannot hide
Say you drive a Chevy - say you drive a Ford Say you drive around the town 'till you just get bored Then you change you mind - for something else to do And your heart gets bored with your mind and it changes you
Well it's a doggone shame - and it's an awful mess I wish you love - I wish you happiness I wish you love - I wish you happiness I guess I wish - you all the best
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Post by rizzuto on Apr 8, 2020 15:12:45 GMT -5
Sam Stone John Prine
Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas. And the time that he served, Had shattered all his nerves, And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
But the morphine eased the pain, And the grass grew round his brain, And gave him all the confidence he lacked, With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone's welcome home Didn't last too long. He went to work when he'd spent his last dime And soon he took to stealing When he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold roared through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains, And eased his mind in the hours that he chose, While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone was alone When he popped his last balloon, Climbing walls while sitting in a chair. Well, he played his last request, While the room smelled just like death, With an overdose hovering in the air.
But life had lost it's fun, There was nothing to be done, But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill, For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
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Post by rizzuto on Apr 8, 2020 16:12:13 GMT -5
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Post by rizzuto on Apr 8, 2020 16:16:06 GMT -5
Far From Me John Prine
As the cafe was closing On a warm summer night And Cathy was cleaning the spoons The radio played the hit parade And I hummed along with the tune
She asked me to change the station Said the song just drove her insane But it weren't just the music playing It was me that she was trying to blame
And the sky is black and still now On the hill where the angels sing Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle Looks just like a diamond ring But it's far, far from me
Well, I leaned on my left leg In the parking lot dirt And Cathy was closing the lights A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew And I wished for once I weren't right
Why we used to laugh together And we'd dance to any old song Well, ya know, she still laughs with me But she waits just a second too long
And the sky is black and still now On the hill where the angels sing Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle Looks just like a diamond ring But it's far, far from me
Well, I started the engine And I gave it some gas And Cathy was closing her purse Well, we hadn't gone far in my beat old car And I was prepared for the worst.
"Will you still see me tomorrow?" "No, I got too much to do" Well, a question ain't really a question If you know the answer too
And the sky is black and still now On the hill where the angels sing Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle Looks just like a diamond ring But it's far, far from me
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Post by inger on Apr 8, 2020 21:37:04 GMT -5
James Drury, who played the title role in “The Virginian” passed away at 85 on April 6th of undisclosed causes. “The Virginian” was the third-longest running western TV series behind “Gunsmoke” and “Bonanza”...
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Post by kaybli on Apr 9, 2020 0:04:05 GMT -5
James Drury, who played the title role in “The Virginian” passed away at 85 on April 6th of undisclosed causes. “The Virginian” was the third-longest running western TV series behind “Gunsmoke” and “Bonanza”... RIP.
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Post by inger on Apr 9, 2020 0:28:55 GMT -5
James Drury, who played the title role in “The Virginian” passed away at 85 on April 6th of undisclosed causes. “The Virginian” was the third-longest running western TV series behind “Gunsmoke” and “Bonanza”... RIP. Did you just rip one?...
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Post by kaybli on Apr 9, 2020 1:09:38 GMT -5
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