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Song of the Day, March 22, 2017 - Bob Schroeck - 03-23-2017
Spoken:
And after three days of drinking with Larry Love, I just get an inkling to go on home. So I'm walking down Coldharbour Lane, head hung low, 3 or 4 in the morning, the sun's coming up and the birds are out singing. I let myself into my pad, wending my way up that spiral staircase and stretch out nice on the chesterfield. Pithecanthropus Erectus is already on the CD player, and I just push that remote button for sublimity. And I listen to the sweet sculptural rhythms of Charles Mingus. And J.R. Monterose and Jackie McLean duet on those saxophones and the sound makes its way out of the window, mingling with the traffic noises outside, you know, and all of a sudden I'm overcome by a feeling of brief mortality.
'Cause I'm getting on in the world, coming up on forty-one years, forty-one stony, gray steps towards the grave -- you know, the box awaits its grisly load and I'm gonna be food for worms. And just like Charles Mingus wrote that beautiful piece of music "Epitaph" for Eric Dolphy. I say "so long Eric, so long John Coltrane and Charles Mingus, so long Duke Ellington and Lester Young, so long Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald, so long Jimmy Reed, so long Muddy Waters, and so long Howlin' Wolf.
Sung:
You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.
She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.
You woke up this morning
Now all that love has gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.
But you're looking good, baby,
I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it)
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.
So sing it now:
Woke up this morning (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Woke up this morning (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Woke up this morning (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Woke up this morning (oh yeah, oh yeah)
You see, you woke up this morning
The world turned upside down, (Lord above)
Thing's ain't been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.
But you're one in a million
'Cause you've got that shotgun shine. (Shame about it)
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.
So sing it now:
Woke up this morning
You got a blue moon, you got a blue moon in your eyes (so sad, goddamn, a goddamn shame)
Woke up this morning
You got a blue moon, you got a blue moon in your eyes (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Mr. D. Wayne Love:
When you woke up this morning everything was gone.
By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
Like some voice telling you there was something you should know.
Last night you were flying but today you're so low -
Ain't it times like these make you wonder if you'll ever know
The meaning of things as they appear to the others;
Wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.
Don't you wish you didn't function,
Don't you wish you didn't think
Beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink
Well you do so make up your mind to go on,
'Cause when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.
Woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
Woke up this morning,
You woke up this morning
You wanna be, you wanna be the Chosen One.
Yeah you know it
Just can't help yourself
Woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning,
Woke up this morning,
You woke up this morning and
You got yourself a gun.
You got yourself a gun.
You got yourself a gun.
(Oh yeah)
-- Alabama 3, "Woke Up This Morning (Theme to The Sopranos)"
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
- Black Aeronaut - 03-23-2017
Awwwww heelllll yiiissss.... The Album Version with that ever so awesome LOOOONNNNG intro. And it HAS to be the original album version, otherwise you'll never hear that bit about him coming home to an empty pad and begin to contemplate suicide in that hung-over malaise.
Bob, you would love the rest of the album, Exile on Coldharbour Lane: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exile_on_Coldharbour_Lane
The first two tracks, Converted, and The Speed of the Sound of Loneliness are a great prelude to Woke Up This Morning, and even Converted all on it's own would be a great track for your story. (BTW, The Speed of the Sound of Loneliness has a trailing bit that actually DOES prelude Woke Up This Morning. Check it out!)
You gotta ask yourself this question. Can a man who has fought in the jungles with I.V. Lenin against the running dog capitalist pigs sleeping in a hut so lowly that the rats were as hunchback be my redeemer? And gotta say well maybe yes and maybe no, but I know that I gotta go somewhere, and that somewhere might well be church.
Forty days you've been tired and tempted,
Forty nights you've been out in the cold,
Every phone line conversation's been intercepted,
And you can't reconnect 'cos the frequency is closed.
So many miles you've been out of direction,
So many signs but you ain't got nowhere to go.
Your Cadillac's got it's headlights disconnected,
Rolling your wheels down the wrong side of the road.
Can you see them now
Can you see them now
Can you see the sisters swinging?
Let's go back to church,
Let's go back to church,
So damn long since we sung the song,
Let's go back to church.
Let's go back to church,
Let's go back to church,
Anyday now, anyway anyhow,
Let's go back to church.
You drank the wine but it tastes like water.
You broke the bread but it had turned to stone.
Your sacrament it lay scattered on the pavement
The covenants you kept have all been stolen and sold.
You can see them now
Yeah you can see them now
You can see the sisters swinging yeah
I know it now
Yeah you can hear them now
Yeah you can hear them now
You can hear the brothers singing yeah
Let's go back to church
Let's go back to church
It's been so damn long since we've sung this song
Let's go back to church
Let's go back to church
Let's go back to church
Any day now, any way, any how
Let's go back to church
Right back!
Right back!
Yeah, 'cause I'm down with the street angels on this one, preacher
I ain't goin' away, no way
Church is where I'm gonna stay
Every time I come to church I feel a glow, alive, resuscitated
Ain't no fear, I chase all my blues away, right here in church
Yes sir
Gonna lift up my soul to the sunshine
Yeah, the lights in Heaven are gonna shine I'll feel so fine!
People get ready!
There's a train a-comin!
Everybody gotta run sometime now
I come home late, come home early
Come home big when I'm feelin' small
Come home straight, come home fucked up
Sometimes I don't come home at all
What in the world has come over me?
What in heaven's name have I done?
I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm out there runnin' just to be on the run
You’ve got a heart that burns with a fever
You’ve got a worried and a jealous mind
So how can a love that lasts forever
Leave me so damn far behind?
Tell me now
What in the world has come over me?
What in heaven's name have I done?
I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm out there runnin' just to be on the run
It’s a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
Crossed that evil line today
I can't think about tomorrow
'Cause I ain't got a word to say
So tell me now
What in the world has come over me?
What in heaven's name have I done?
I've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm out there runnin' just to be on the run
Just to be on the run
Just to be on the run
Lord above I'm out there just to be on the run
Sweet goddamn pretty motherfucking Country-Acid-House music all night long. Hank Williams on the jukebox, Jack Daniels in your hand. You ain't never going home. 'Cause D. Wayne Love, he owns your soul and the barman owns your coat. Your lady owns your key. And the only goddamn thing you own is a guilty conscience. But who'd give a fuck when lights are low? The ladies are real, real hard. And the whiskey flows like the crystal streams they say flow in heaven. And a choir sings as you sink deeper down, deep, deep, deeper down into the comfort of your own narcolepsy.
And in the album there's a soundbyte of Our Boys out barhopping, we get blasted by the bar music, and then we got that epic intro for the next track.
