961,054 viewsJul 2, 20107.5K132ShareSavecatman916 204K subscribers “Raining in My Heart” written by Felice and Boudleaux Bryant was recorded during the same session as “True Love Ways” on October 21, 1958, at the Pythian Temple Studio in New York City with Dick Jacobs’ orchestra. It was released as a single on Coral Records on January 5, 1959 peaking at #88 on the Billboard charts as the B-side of “It Doesn’t Matter Anymore”. The recording was included on Buddy Holly’s first greatest hits album, The Buddy Holly Story, released in March 1959. This sound recording is administered by UMG, Pirames International Srl & SME. No copyright infringement is intended.
Some people live for the fortune Some people live just for the fame Some people live for the power, yeah Some people live just to play the game
Some people think That the physical things Define what’s within And I’ve been there before That life’s a bore So full of the superficial
Some people want it all But I don’t want nothing at all If it ain’t you, baby If I ain’t got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain’t got you, yeah
Some people search for a fountain Promises forever young Some people need three dozen roses And that’s the only way to prove you love them
Hand me the world on a silver platter And what good would it be With no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me
Some people want it all But I don’t want nothing at all If it ain’t you, baby If I ain’t got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain’t got you, you, you
Some people want it all But I don’t want nothing at all If it ain’t you, baby If I ain’t got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain’t got you, yeah
If I ain’t got you with me, baby, oh, ooh Said nothing in this whole wide world don’t mean a thing If I ain’t got you with me, baby
The crowded streets of Brooklyn Seem a long way from my home People rushing onwards Going to and coming from You bid them time of day and They look the other way And so you end up just like them And talk to no one
Where the grass is fresh and green Where the air is pure and clean Where the gentle rivers kiss the mountain streams Although I’ve travelled far The hills of south Armagh Are the hills I’m roaming nightly in my dreams
The view from my apartment Is a junkie’s alley way My children speak in accents Not like mine My old man’s working two jobs We don’t see him much these days Oh, we’d be happy If we only had the time
I hear the hills are occupied by strangers now And the work keeps getting scarcer every day Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced from home To leave the ones you love Oh, it’s a hard life when you’re forced to live this way
I am in awe of the emotion this song evokes..each comment means so much to me..yes, we all share a common bond and great connection of our hearts…everyones pain is the same…each experience so unique to us…such a great classic
Joni Mitchell gift What an honour it is for me to have the opportunity to express my vision for just one of Joni Mitchell’s great classics…this is one of those tunes that touches those places in the heart…as so many of Joni’s music has done through the years.
This has a particular deep meaning for me…we can never get back the time we lose…so, embrace those precious moments with the ones you love.
Every song means so many different things to people…and, I am still learning with each new project…thanks to each of you who watch and listen, and bear with me through my work study process to learn more. I make these videos to express the emotions of a tune, to bring honour and recognition to the tune and the artist, to keep these great classics with us forever, and, to introduce it to future generations. Tunes with a universal message that ring true forever. Thank you, Joni Mitchell and all your great musicians for all the years of so much emotion and beautiful music..I am forever thankful.
From wikipedia: Joni Mitchell, CC (born Roberta Joan Anderson on November 7, 1943) is a Canadian musician, songwriter, and painter.[1] Mitchell began singing in small nightclubs in her native Western Canada and then busking on the streets of Toronto. In the mid-1960s she left for New York City and its rich folk music scene, recording her debut album in 1968 and achieving fame first as a songwriter (“Urge for Going”, “Chelsea Morning”, “Both Sides Now”, “Woodstock”) and then as a singer in her own right.[2] Finally settling in Southern California, Mitchell played a key part in the folk rock movement then sweeping the musical landscape. Blue, her starkly personal 1971 album, is regarded as one of the strongest and most influential records of the time.[3] Mitchell also had pop hits such as “Big Yellow Taxi”, “Free Man in Paris”, and “Help Me”, the last two from 1974’s best-selling Court and Spark.[4] Mitchell’s soprano vocals, distinctive harmonic guitar style, and piano arrangements all grew more complex through the 1970s as she was deeply influenced by jazz, melding it with pop, folk and rock on experimental albums like 1976’s Hejira. She worked closely with jazz greats including Wayne Shorter, Jaco Pastorius, Herbie Hancock, and on a 1979 record released after his death, Charles Mingus.[5] From the 1980s on, Mitchell reduced her recording and touring schedule but turned again toward pop, making greater use of synthesizers and direct political protest in her lyrics, which often tackled social and environmental themes alongside romantic and emotional ones. Mitchell’s work is highly respected both by critics and fellow musicians. Rolling Stone magazine called her “one of the greatest songwriters ever,”[6] while Allmusic said, “When the dust settles, Joni Mitchell may stand as the most important and influential female recording artist of the late 20th century.”[7] By the end of the century, Mitchell had a profound influence on artists in genres ranging from R&B to alternative rock to jazz.[8] Mitchell is also a visual artist. She made the artwork for each of her albums, and in 2000 described herself as a “painter derailed by circumstance.”[9] A blunt critic of the music industry, Mitchell had stopped recording over the last several years, focusing more attention on painting, but in 2007 she released Shine, her first album of new songs in nine years.
Lyrics:
Its coming on christmas
Theyre cutting down trees
Theyre putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
But it dont snow here It stays pretty green
Im going to make a lot of money
Then Im going to quit this crazy scene
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
Im so hard to handle
Im selfish and Im sad
Now Ive gone and lost the best baby That I ever had
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly
Oh I wish I had a river I made my baby say goodbye
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colour of her hair My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh As the broken pools of sky remind me of the colour of her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, where she can be found And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town If my luck will hold I’ll have the golden summer of her smile And to break the hearts of Cavan men she’ll talk to me a while
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward – Killeshandra bound – To work the week till I return to court in Cavan Town When asked if she would be my bride, at least she’d not say no So next Sunday morning I’ll rouse myself and back to her I’ll go
As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sat down For it’s twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray’s green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, my country said “son It’s time you stopped rambling, there’s work to be done” So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he’d primed himself well He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he’d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again
And those that were left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dyin’
For I’ll go no more waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch And I watch the parades pass before me And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They’re tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, “what are they marching for?” And I ask myself the same question
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard As they march by that billabong Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
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