Fall, forest, fall!

Fall again. Autumn, too. Here's your poem.

Of Trees In Winter Time
(for all the horses that refused to give up)

I'm done,
Said the grand old fir,
Supreme ruler of the wood.
I'm done.
And it's for good.

Done it does think it is
But hear talk the other trees:
No kiddin', man, this is our scene,
Buzz off, evergreen!

So what?
So I got the needle leaves,
Don't drop nothing down to rot.
So what?
It's me, is it not?

Well, fir, it may as well be,
To you or any other tree.
But to a group of more than two
No such thing is ever true.

You dream to be a brother,
But other trees won't even bother.
Cause when you cross the borders set,
Disrespect is what you get.

Just stick to your own
Lest you get to be a clown
To a group that isn't yours -
Just another Fir The Horse.

The men with one face

There's been quite a humbug around Metallica lately, what with their new album coming out and all. Even YouTube's got them all over their frontpage today. I recently picked up The Metallicats again, too. Well, I said again, but in fact I never before listened to Metallica that much. There's no need (though there's certainly a lot of space) to describe how great their music is or in what way it affected me. Too many have done so before, I would only be able to repeat what has already been written. Perhaps I'll do so when I'll be short on impulses for blogging. Sorry for projecting silly plans :)

Death Magnetic, that's what they gonna call this new album, anyway. I haven't heard it yet, well, one single song. And that's way too little evidence to claim the album's good or bad or whatever. On the other hand, I've read that the band either intended or hoped (or both, maybe) it to be the same raw hell of a record as their "Black" album. It's the kind of an aim worth an acknowledgment - to re-visit your history, I mean. Yet, I think it can't be done. Or, at least, not to an ultimate measure. To me, the power of Metallica's early albums (well, early... they had already been in it for almost a decade when the Black album came out) lays in the energy of the youth; it's not the same making such a powerful statement with nearly twenty years stretched infinitely between now and then. Or, rather, if you're really sincere (and lucky!) the power stays but the statement changes. The essence of it.

Anyway, who am I to bitch about Metallica's intentions? Let the guys sort it out for themselves. I am sure interested what's it gonna be like. However, there's one shocking thing about nowadays James Hetfield that makes me really crazy. Reading an article, on Wikipedia I think it was, I saw an illustration photo of him (taken at this year's Leeds festival) and I realised how remarkably similar he is to Pete Seeger. And this mere fact gives me such positive creeps that I post this compare-us picture I made here on this blog. Well, you judge...

P.S.

Original Pete Seeger's photo comes from http://www.hrcr.org/

James Hetfield's one is from http://www.artistdirect.com/

The Man With Many Names

Well, I realised after I saved my last post that I write excessively about the blog itself which makes it look like I've nothing to write about anyway. It ain't so far from true, as I come to think of it. At least that means improvement is possible.

Boy, I love improving!

Too bad I only like to think about it.

For the previous posts I wrote a few creative-like compositions and I made them as I went. To put it better - I made them on the write. I found a request for lyrics on YouTube on the other day, however. And I made up my mind to do some transcribing. I guess it might seem strange to pin lyrics to a blog but I think there ain't too many places in the world wide web where these particular lyrics are.

Moreover, they belong to a beautiful song. The song itself is from the film Honkytonk Man directed by and starring Clint Eastwood. And Clint Eastwood is my all time hero. So much for the reasons to write them lyrics down. (I haven't seen this movie yet, but, damn, I'm fixin to every day now!)

I tried to track down the writer and/or composer of this song, but the only information I could find was that it's performed by Clint Eastwood. It might have been written by him as well - he does write music, I believe - but I haven't found any proof of it. That reminds me, if you know any more about the song, leave a comment, please. I guess the writer of the song is listed in the ending titles of Honkytonk Man. Another reason to see it, then. I'll update when I know.

Also, the request came from a You Tube broadcaster named MgawL, so check out his channel, folks, he might have a neat little cover ready for you!

I reckon that'd be all. Oh, right - the song (huge thanks to melodyman24 for uploading it!).

When I Sing About You
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Telephone
But I can't dial it
Hands are shaking
I'll have to follow the way
What I was wont to say

I love you
You think I could say it
Though it's true
Can't even pray it at night
Just never comes out right

But when I sing about you
Every word is at my command
My guitar comes alive in my hand
When I sing about you

When I sing about you
Every note seems to be right on key
Oh it all sounds so right to me
When I sing about you
Oh it all sounds so right to me
When I sing about you