Former front man Shane MacGowan just died. If you've followed him, you could be forgiven for wondering how he lasted this long. A poster child for hard living. But he and the Pogues have been a force in Irish music. Sure, I like "Fairy Tale of New York" and "Dirty Old Town" (by Irish folkie Ewan MacColl --- father of the wonderful late Kirsty MacColl), and collaborations with Steve Earle. But tributes haven't mentioned my favorite: "If I Should Fall from Grace with God" ...
If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried in the sod But the angels won't receive me
Let me go, boys, let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry
This land was always ours It was the proud land of our fathers It belongs to us and them Not to any of the others
Let them go, boys, let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry
Bury me at sea Where no murdered ghost can haunt me If I rock upon the waves And no corpse can lie upon me
Let me go, boys, let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry
If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried in the sand But the angels won't receive me
Let me go, boys, let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry
Legendary Americana singer/songwriter John Hiatt joined on stage by guitar great Joe Bonamassa, This is a gritty song about a place that was once a 'paradise.' (Includes a touch of comedic relief...)
My new EP, "Purer Eyes," is now on Spotify, Apple, YouTube, and the others. It is an exploration of blues, rock and folk.
This blog will put EYES ON some great Americana music, mostly live video clips. There is great music out there!
We begin with one of the saddest songs ever, and one of the most life-affirming...
"I We Were Vampires" --- Jason Isbell and Amanda Shires
It's not the long, flowing dress that you're in Or the light coming off of your skin The fragile heart you protected for so long Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong It's not your hands searching slow in the dark Or your nails leaving love's watermark It's not the way you talk me off the roof Your questions like directions to the truth
It's knowing that this can't go on forever Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone Maybe we'll get forty years together But one day I'll be gone Or one day you'll be gone
If we were vampires and death was a joke We'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke And laugh at all the lovers and their plans I wouldn't feel the need to hold your hand Maybe time running out is a gift I'll work hard 'til the end of my shift And give you every second I can find And hope it isn't me who's left behind
It's knowing that this can't go on forever Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone Maybe we'll get forty years together But one day I'll be gone Or one day you'll be gone
It's knowing that this can't go on forever Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone Maybe we'll get forty years together But one day I'll be gone One day you'll be gone