On That Note: The Trees
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"And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks"
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks"
Enya's The Memory of Trees:
Tom Dooley lyrics: "This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be. Down in some lonesome valley, hangin' from a white oak tree..."
Tom Dooley lyrics: "This time tomorrow, reckon where I'll be. Down in some lonesome valley, hangin' from a white oak tree..."
Speaking of kids music, if you haven't listened to any Sandra Boynton's albums you really are missing out.
From Dog Train
(Don't give me that) Broccoli
You always try to tell me
That it’s good for me,
If I want to grow up
Big and strong.
But how can I eat something
That looks just like a tree?
That can’t be right.
It has got to be wrong
From Dog Train
(Don't give me that) Broccoli
You always try to tell me
That it’s good for me,
If I want to grow up
Big and strong.
But how can I eat something
That looks just like a tree?
That can’t be right.
It has got to be wrong
Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round The Ole Oak Tree - Tony Orlando and Dawn
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It's been three long years, do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the ole oak tree
I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It's been three long years, do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the ole oak tree
I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Linda!
But honey child I've got my doubts
You can't see the forest for the trees
But honey child I've got my doubts
You can't see the forest for the trees
Night Moves lyrics: "...Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy..."
I thought I didn't care much for country but I accidently started this Tennessee Bird Walk song and it's quirkiness appeals to my current mood and this topic. Lyrics: "...Take away the trees and the birds will have to sit on the ground."
I thought I didn't care much for country but I accidently started this Tennessee Bird Walk song and it's quirkiness appeals to my current mood and this topic. Lyrics: "...Take away the trees and the birds will have to sit on the ground."
Bob Marley: Small Axe
So if you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
So if you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
Charlie Daniels: The Devil Went Down To Georgia
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy, let me tell you what"
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy, let me tell you what"
(December) You're the present 'neath my Christmas tree
On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffanys
On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffanys
Time for a little jazz...two great versions of Woody's classic hit WoodChopper's Ball from his 1960's bands, about five year apart.
What prefer you?
upright bass vs. electric bass
double-breasted suits and ties vs. dashikis and ascots
open trombone solo vs. muted trombone solo
Really nice short solo work by all in both versions.
What prefer you?
upright bass vs. electric bass
double-breasted suits and ties vs. dashikis and ascots
open trombone solo vs. muted trombone solo
Really nice short solo work by all in both versions.
A few of the many other Wylde Nept songs that fit the theme for you:
Harvest time turns the trees to rust and my travels bring me to town
The smell of raw blows up from the fields and the sounds of music rolls down
We hide in shadows and hide behind trees.
We prove that there is no honor among thieves
A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops; stir it around with a stick.
The kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.