*New Music Monday* My Version of Country Classic “Galveston”

247. GalvestonIt’s been a while since there’s been a New Music Monday. Hope you enjoy this version of the Jimmy Webb penned and Glen Campbell performed “Galveston”:

Galveston

Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowin’
I still see her dark eyes glowin’
She was 21 when I left Galveston

Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by the water
Standing there lookin’ out to sea
And is she waiting there for me?
On the beach where we used to run

Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she’s crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston

Written by Jimmy Webb
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*New Music Monday* My Version of Leonard Cohen’s “So Long Marianne”

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It’s New Music Monday! This week, Uncle Leonard is back. This is my version of Leonard Cohen’s “So Long Marianne”:

So Long Marianne

Come over to the window, my little darling
I’d like to try to read your palm
I used to think I was some sort of gypsy boy
Before I let you take me home

Now so long, Marianne, it’s time that we began
To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again

Well you know that I love to live with you
But you make me forget so very much
I forget to pray for the angels
And then the angels forget to pray for us

[Chorus]

We met when we were almost young
Deep in the green lilac park
You held on to me like I was a crucifix
As we went kneeling through the dark

[Chorus]

Your letters they all say that you’re beside me now
Then why do I feel so alone
I’m standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
Is fastening my ankle to a stone

[Chorus]

For now I need your hidden love
I’m cold as a new razor blade
You left when I told you I was curious
I never said that I was brave

[Chorus]

Oh, you are really such a pretty one
I see you’ve gone and changed your name again
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside
To wash my eyelids in the rain

Written by Leonard Cohen

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*New Music Monday* My Version of “Tom Traubert’s Blues” by Tom Waits

246. Tom WaitsIt’s New Music Monday! This week, it’s my version of “Tom Traubert’s Blues” by Tom Waits:

Tom Traubert’s Blues

Wasted and wounded, it ain’t what the moon did
I’ve got what I paid for now
See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You’ll go waltzing Mathilda with me

I’m an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And I’m tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English, and everything’s broken
And my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
You’ll go waltzing Mathilda with me

Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cabs parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me; you tore my shirt open,
And I’m down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmills I staggered, you’d bury the dagger
In your silhouette window light go …

No, I don’t want your sympathy, the fugitives say
That the streets aren’t for dreaming now
And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,
They want a piece of the action anyhow …

And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor,
And the old men in wheelchairs know
And Mathilda’s the defendant; she killed about a hundred,
And she follows wherever you may go …

And it’s a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace,
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on an
Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers
And goodnight to Mathilda, too

Written by Tom Waits

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*New Music Monday* My Version of Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space”

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It’s New Music Monday! This week it’s my version of Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space”:

Blank Space

Nice to meet you where you been, I can show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven sin, saw you there and I thought
Oh my God, look at that face, you look like my next mistake
Love’s a game, want to play?

New money, suit and tie, I can read you like a magazine
Ain’t it funny rumors fly and I know you heard about me
So hey, let’s be friends, I’m dying to see how this one ends
Grab your passport and my hand
I can make the bad girls good for a weekend

So it’s gonna be forever or it’s gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it’s over if the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane
Cause you know I love the players and you love the game

Cause were young and we’re reckless, we’ll take this way too far
It’ll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane
But I got a blank space baby and I’ll write your name

Cherry lips, crystal skies, I could show you incredible things
Stolen kisses, pretty lies, you’re the queen, baby, I’m your king
Find out what you want, be that guy for a month
Wait the worst is yet to come, oh no

Screaming crying perfect storms, I can make all the tables turn
Rose garden filled with thorns, keep you second guessing
Like “Oh my god who is he?” I get drunk on jealousy
But you’ll come back each time you leave
Cause darlin’ I’m a nightmare, dressed like a daydream

Girls only want love ’cause it’s torture
Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn you
Girls only want love ’cause it’s torture
Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn you

Written by Taylor Swift, Max Martin and Shellback

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*New Music Monday” My Version of Frank Sinatra’s “It Was a Very Good Year”

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It’s New Music Monday! This is my version of Frank Sinatra’s “It Was a Very Good Year”

It Was a Very Good Year

When I was seventeen, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights, we’d hide from the lights
On the village green, when I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair, with all that perfumed hair
And it came undone when I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five it was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means, we’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive, when I was thirty-five

But now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs
It’s oh sweet and clear, it was a very good year

Written by Ervin Drake

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*New Music Monday* My Mash-Up of Talking Heads’ “Psycho Killer” & The Doors’ “5 To 1”

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It’s New Music Monday! This week it’s a mash-up of Talking Heads’ “Psycho Killer” & The Doors’ “5 To 1”:

Five to One/ Psycho Killer

Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I’ll get mine
Gonna make it baby if we try

The old get old
And the young get stronger
May take a week and it may take longer
They got the guns but we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah, we’re takin’ over

Psycho Killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho Killer
Qu’est-ce que c’est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, away

You walk across the floor
With a flower in your hand
Tryin’ to tell me no one understands
Trade in your hours for a handful of dimes

Get together one more time

I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I
Can’t relax
I can’t sleep ’cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire

“Psycho Killer” written by David Byrne, Chris Frantz and Tina Weymouth

“5 To 1” written by The Doors

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*New Music Monday* My Version of Suede’s “Animal Nitrate”

236. SuedeIt’s #NewMusicMonday! This week it’s the turn of 90s indie sensation Suede. This is my version of “Animal Nitrate”:

Animal Nitrate

Like his dad you know that he’s had
Animal nitrate in mind
Oh in your council home he jumped on your bones
Now you’re taking it time after time

Oh it turns you on, on… now he has gone
Oh what turns you on, on, now your animal’s gone?

Well he said he’d show you his bed
And the delights of the chemical smile
So in your broken home he broke all your bones
And now you’re taking it time after time

Oh it turns you on, on… now he has gone
Oh what turns you on, on, now your animal’s gone?

What does it take to turn you on, on… now he has gone?
Now you’re over twenty one, one? Now your animal’s gone?
…Animal, he was animal, an animal…

Written by Brett Anderson and Bernard Butler

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