I'm in Al Stewart mode tonight

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

The Dark and the Rolling Sea

Oh you slipped away from the harbour side
In the morning bright and clear
And your sails were filled with the rising wind
And you laughed for all to hear
But you never glanced at the ragged dance
Of your lovers on the quay
Don't call on them when the winds rise high
On the dark and the rolling sea

Oh you set your course for the furthest shores
And you never once looked back
And the flag you flew was a pirate cross
On a field of velvet black
And those landsmen who you but lately knew
Were left stranded on the lea
Don't call on them when the storm clouds rise
On the dark and the rolling sea

Oh I have no need of a chart or creed
You told your waiting crew
For the winds of chance, they will bear us straight
And you spoke as though you knew
So you paid no mind to the warning signs
As you gave your words so free
Don't change your tack when the timbers crack

On the dark and the rolling sea

Now the thunder rails in the great mainsails
And the stars desert the skies
And the rigging strains as the hands of rain
Reach down to wash your eyes
And your oarsmen stands with his knife in hand
And his eyes spell mutiny
Don't call my name when your ship goes down
On the dark and the rolling sea

[no name no slogan]

1. YEAH!!!

I'm actually listening to "Year of the Cat" right now! I'm so glad they remastered/reissued his stuff a couple years back! :hi:

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

3. The Modern Times disc is a remaster

now What's Going On is playing...every song on this disc sums up what I feel tonight..Not The One is next

[KitchenWitch]

2. I love Al Stewart!

:woohoo:

Time to crack open my music files for his stuff!

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

4. cool

if you move here we'll have something to play :D

[GOPisEvil]

5. I suppose I have some learning to do.

I'll have to check out iTunes, I guess.

[WCGreen]

8. His second album takes a decade from the 20th

Century and he writes a song about it...

Roads to Moscow is one of the most haunting, lovely songs you will ever hear....

[ForrestGump]

6. Sounds like a prequel to "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"

:hug:

I'm in a Weird Al mood, myself:



Fat and weak, what a disgrace.
Guess the champ got too lazy.
Ain't gonna fly now, he's just takin' up space.
Sold his gloves, threw his eggs down the drain.

But he’s no bum, he works down the street
He bought the neighborhood deli.
Back on his feet, now he's choppin' up meat.
Come inside, maybe you'll hear him say,

Try the rye or the kaiser,
They're on special tonight.
If you want, you can have an appetizer
You might like our salami and the liver’s alright
And they'd really go well with the rye or the kaiser

Never eats while on the job,
He heard it’s good to stay hungry
But he makes a pretty mean shishkabob
Have a taste, they were made fresh today

Try the rye or the kaiser
Or the wheat or the white
Maybe I can suggest an appetizer
Stay away from the tuna, it smells funny tonight
But you just can’t go wrong with the rye or the kaiser

So today, his deli comes first
Still he dreams of his past days of glory
Goes in the back and beats up on the liverwurst
All the while you can still hear him say,

It’s the rye or the kaiser
It’s the thrill of one bite
Let me please be your catering advisor.
If you want substitutions,
I won't put up a fight.
You can have your roast beef on the rye or the kaiser.

[WCGreen]

7. I've seen the dude about three or four times.....

I remembered he opened up for Hall and Oates....

He blew them right off the stage...

Then, the last time I saw him, he started playing a song by himself, just noodleing... And the song sounded familiar but no one knew what it was from the words.... And then it dawned on me... He was playing SMells like Teen Spirit... This was in the height of the Nirvana craze and made me respect Kurts music a little more... Now that I could understand it...

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

9. He did that when I saw him at the Coach House here

I've known Peter White for years..I love his style..the guy does not get enough props

[WCGreen]

10. All you have to do is listen to the Smooth Jazz stations

to hear Peter White....

He is all over that genre....

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

11. I'd rather pour gas all over my body and light it on fire

but thanks :D

[WCGreen]

15. Yea, I know.. But that is where he is appreciated....

Too melodic to be a true "Jazz" guitarist...

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

17. Oh I know

and I was just being a smartass :D

[Zomby Woof]

12. Hi sweetie

:hug: Just got your voice mail. I am heading out the door to Simi soon, and will get hold of you later this week!

Good vibes of healing your way...

[bigwillq]

13. I'm in a NSMA mood tonight!

:hug: :hi:

[nothingshocksmeanymore]

18. oh man..and I left right as you posted this

sorry for being such a let down man ;)

[KamaAina]

20. So am I, I think, except that...

a) it's morning (here), and b) it's hard to tell 'cause I'm in an NSMA mood every night (and morning - but never afternoons :evilgrin: )! :loveya:

There used to be a jazz show here (on AM!) that took requests; I could've called him and asked for some Al Stewart. What to do, what to do?

[CBHagman]

14. In college...

...a friend of mine used to have "Time Passages" playing on the jukebox in the snack bar when we met.

I'm partial to "Sand in Your Shoes" and "If It Doesn't Come Naturally, Leave."

"Well, I'm up to my neck in the crumbling wreckage of all that I wanted from life.

When I looked for respect, all I got was neglect, though I swallowed the line as a sign of the times."

http://www.alstewart.com/lyrics/doesntcomenaturally.htm

[liberaltrucker]

16. Here, kitty, kitty

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat

Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat

[enigmatic]

19. Good call

I was just listening to the "Time Passages" CD the other night and wondering why I haven't listened to him in awhile...

[jrandom421]

21. Roads to Moscow

Fantastic song and a chilling ending

Roads to Moscow

They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and our knees
And all that I ever, was able to see
The fire in the air, glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze

All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Vyasma soon fell
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they come
Riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
And all that I ever, was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red, silhouetting the snow on the breeze.

In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night, you'll never know, you'll never hear us

And the evening sings in a voice of amber the dawn is surely coming
The morning road leads to Stalingrad and the sky is, softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in the night
Flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home it will almost be spring
The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they throw out to face us, they can't slow us down
And all that I ever, was able to see
The eyes of the city are opening now, it's the end of the dream

I'm coming home, I'm coming home, you can taste it in the wind the war is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border
And they ask me of the time I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
They only held me for a day a lucky break, I say, they turn and listen closer
I'll never know, I'll never know why I was taken from the line
and all the others
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia

And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen
The pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again, and the morning answers, never
And the evening sighs and the steely Russian skies go on
Forever.

[Taverner]

22. My cousin played sax for him in the 80's

so I've met him and Peter White...good stuff.