I was eight years old And running with a dime in my hand To the bus stop to pick Up a paper for my old man I’d sit on his lap in that big old Buick And steer as we drove through town He’d tousle my hair And say, “son, take a good look around” This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown”
In ’65 tension was running high At my high school There was a lot of fights Between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night In the back seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come To my hometown To my hometown To my hometown To my hometown
Now Main Street’s whitewashed windows And vacant stores Seems like there ain’t nobody Wants to come down here no more They’re closing down the textile mill Across the railroad tracks Foreman says, “these jobs are going, boys And they ain’t coming back To your hometown To your hometown To your hometown To your hometown”
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed Talking about getting out Packing up our bags, maybe heading south I’m thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel And said, “son, take a good look around This is your hometown”
o celebrate the release of Saint Sister’s powerful new track ‘Manchester Air’, we are delighted to share this breathtaking live version featuring the brilliant string quartet from Crash Ensemble. ‘Manchester Air’ which was written on the island Inisheer off the west coast of Ireland was released on May 25th this year, the third anniversary of the referendum, and is featured on Saint Sister’s new album, ‘Where I Should End’, which comes out this month. On Ep.9 of Ireland’s Edge – The Podcast, Molly King, Head of Development at Other Voices, spoke to Saint Sister about music, memories, and the story behind
No more champagne and the fireworks are through here we are, me and you feeling lost and feeling blue it’s the end of the party and the morning seems so grey so unlike yesterday now’s the time for us to say Happy new year happy new year may we all have a vision now and then of a world where every neighbour is a friend happy new year happy new year may we all have our hopes our will to try if we don’t we might as well lay down and die you and I Sometimes I see how the brave new world arrives and I see how it thrives in the ashes of our lives oh yes, man is a fool and he thinks he’ll be okay dragging on feet of clay never knowing he’s astray keeps on going anyway Happy new year happy new year may we all have a vision now and then of a world where every neighbour is a friend happy new year happy new year may we all have our hopes our will to try if we don’t we might as well lay down and die you and I Seems to me now that the dreams we had before are all dead, nothing more than confetti on the floor it’s the end of a decade in another ten years time who can say what we’ll find what lies waiting down the line in the end of eighty-nine Happy new year happy new year may we all have a vision now and then of a world where every neighbour is a friend happy new year happy new year may we all have our hopes our will to try if we don’t we might as well lay down and die you and I
Khatia Buniatishvili – Un Violon sur le Sable (ROYAN) – Rachmaninov Concerto n°2 – 1e part.
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Khatia Buniatishvili interprète concerto n°2 pour piano de Rachmaninov (Adagio Sostenuto), accompagnée de Rachmaninov l’Orchestre d’Un Violon sur le Sable, sous la direction de Jérôme Pillement Un Violon sur le Sable est un ensemble de 3 concerts classiques et lyriques, présentant un programme hétéroclite et varié avec des solistes invités différent chaque soir, sur la plage de ROYAN (France) . Créé par Philippe Tranchet en 1987, Un Violon sur le sable se déroule en Juillet, couplé avec Un Violon sur la ville (festival “off”). A chaque concert, près de 50 000 spectateurs, mélomanes ou novices, petit ou grand, plongent dans un profond respect et une grande émotion, séduits aussi par le répertoire composé d’extraits des plus grandes oeuvres telle une véritable compilation classique et bon nombre d’oeuvres originales. Actualités, coulisses, images inédites, suivez-nous sur : Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/unviolonsur… Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/violonsurles… Twitter : https://twitter.com/violonroyan
Best of the Night: Billie EilishActually Looks Happier Than Ever
Did Billie Eilish even know she was performing at the Grammys? The way she rocked out while singing “Happier Than Ever,” jumping up and down and smiling at her brother, guitarist-producer Finneas, she seemed like she was owning a moment all her own. Not even pouring rain — or the fact that she would walk away with zero trophies among the seven she was nominated for, an egregious shutout given the year she had — could ruin the good time she was having on top of a prop mobile home as she belted “Just leave me aloooo-ho-ho-hone.” But she didn’t lose herself completely; she still remembered to hold up her T-shirt, repping late Foo Fighters drummer Taylor Hawkins, sharing in her triumph.
Lyrics
When I’m away from you, I’m happier than ever Wish I could explain it better I wish it wasn’t true, hm Give me a day or two to think of something clever To write myself a letter To tell me what to do, mm-mmm
Do you read my interviews? Or do you skip my avenue? (My avenue) When you (when you) said you were passing through Was I even on your way? I knew when I asked you to (when I asked you to) Be cool about what I was telling you You’d do the opposite of what you said you’d do (what you said you’d do) And I’d end up more afraid
Don’t say it isn’t fair You clearly weren’t aware that you made me miserable So if you really wanna know
When I’m away from you (when I’m away from you) I’m happier than ever (happier than ever) Wish I could explain it better (wish I could explain it better) I wish it wasn’t true (wish it wasn’t true), mmm-hmm
You call me again, drunk in your Benz Driving home under the influence You scared me to death, but I’m wasting my breath ‘Cause you only listen to your fucking friends I don’t relate to you I don’t relate to you, no ‘Cause I’d never treat me this shitty You made me hate this city
And I don’t talk shit about you on the internet Never told anyone anything bad ‘Cause that shit’s embarrassing, you were my everything And all that you did was make me fucking sad
So don’t waste the time I don’t have And don’t try to make me feel bad I could talk about every time that you showed up on time But I’d have an empty line ’cause you never did Never paid any mind to my mother or friends So I shut ’em all out for you ’cause I was a kid
You ruined everything good Always said you were misunderstood Made all my moments your own Just fucking leave me alone
“Light of a Clear Blue Morning” by Dolly Parton featuring Lainey Wilson, Miley Cyrus, Queen Latifah and Reba McEntire. Also featuring David Foster on piano and Christ Church Choir on background vocals. https://dolly.lnk.to/LightOfAClearBlu… All net proceeds from this recording and music video will benefit pediatric cancer research at the Monroe Carell Jr. Children’s Hospital at Vanderbilt in Nashville, TN.
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