......Ok. No one is gonna match the pure corrosive bile of Dylan's original, & no one should try. Positively 4th Street still stands as a magnificently malignant kiss off, no matter how its performed. Lucinda Williams here with a nice accoustic rendition that is not without merit
Little Honey , the fourth in a series of Lost Highway-issued Williams studio albums released this decade, is yet another steady piece of competent Americana from one of this era's most celebrated songwriters. Each album in the series is nearly as noteworthy as her 1998 classic Car Wheel On a Gravel Road , though none hit the long-labored perfection for which that album is celebrated. Little mor...
If we lived in a world withought tearsHow would bruises findThe face to lie uponHow would scars find skinTo etch themselves intoHow would broken find the bonesIf we lived in a world without tearsHow would heartbeatsKnow when to stopHow owuld blood knowWhich body to flow outside ofHow would bullets find the gunsIf we lived in a wold without tearsHow would misery knowWhich back door to walk throu...
Come on, Come on, Come onKill the rats in the gutterSings the voice in the choirBring your Father and your MotherSing it higher and higherShake the clammy handRepeat the 23rd psalmMake you understandWhere it was you went wrongVoices from tapesShouting with twisted tonguesEmotional rapeHell fire scorched lungsCome on, Come on, Come onPay close attention to thisLet me give you something good to e...
raw and exposed, beautiful and honesthumanity goes beyond genres and sexMost artists who appeal to adult listeners tend to settle into a comfortable niche, but Lucinda Williams refuses to play it safe. Instead, her music stings like an open wound, as she continues to strip away the protective layers from her art's emotional core. Though Williams has long been prized for the naked honesty of her...
Hahahaha....this radio station in PA is giving away a free divorce to the unhappy person who writes the best anti-love poem....brilliant!http://wfmz.com/view/?id=60572And in honor of this, here is today's anti-Valentine's day song of choice...Lucinda Williams covering my favorite Dylan tune.PSOHIO TRAVEL TIP #1 - Don't come here in the winter. We get JUST enough snow to be dangerous...meaning n...
oh crap. crap! godamn. i'm speechless.i'm so happy she's come through again. it's been since cartwheels. i can't believe this. is it better than cartwheels? it's certainly fresher!!! i played that one a gazillion times. the production here is unbelievable. what to play? new wilco? lucinda? all my new vinyl? i got peace in my heart moggers. PEACE.2007 is looking like a good year for music...
Time to drag myself to more meetings...i think these meetings are just to plan for future meetings...grrr...i hate my job....this is an open letter Lucinda Williams...do you need a roadie? No job is to menial, no task too small...please free me from my cubicle purgatory..i want to load up the van,tour the country, watch you write songs, get drunk, get in fights, then make up again...night after...
i long for you in the middle of the night.i too ran you awaywith my selfishness and destructive behavioryou caress my veinsyour eyes pierced my soulyour friendship i held deari so looked forward to and hung on your every wordand i destroyed it all on my knees and in my dreamsit will never be the same....
Just to sit and talkThe way we used to doIt just breaks my heartThat I can't get close to youIf our eyes should meetSomewhere down the roadWill you stop and be sweetOr will you just walk onI thought things would stay the sameI thought things were right onIn our sunny daysHow could we go wrongNow these days have found usRight here where we standWe thought we were so toughBut nothing worked out l...
LUCINDA WILLIAMS – WEST (2007)Lucinda Williams was born confronting demons, and her emotionally charged prose has been haunting listeners for 28 years with the type of gritty honesty few in her field could possibly replicate. Her ravaged, heartfelt musings are often far from comforting, and one could argue that the biting lyrics draw more similarities to the Blues than her gentle Alt. Country s.
The Soul of a Man, directed by Wim Wenders, is the second film (and thus far my landslide favorite) in the Martin Scorsese Presents the Blues series. Wenders's feature-length film takes as its focus three blues masters: Blind Willie Johnson, who only sang spirituals but with unmistakably blues stylings, Skip James, and my fave of the three, J. B. Lenoir. Blind Willie Johnson narrates much of th...