Joni Mitchell: "Marcie"

Cafe Au Go Go, New York City
10/26/67

Chieftains: "Fanny Power"

Glastonbury Folk Festival
1982

Mark Harmer: "Si Bheag Si Mhor"

a tune by Turlough O'Carolan played beautifully on celtic harp by Mark Harmer

Peggy Seeger: "Ballad of Jimmy Massey"

Shepley Spring Festival
2008

McGuinn, Hillman and Clark: "Mr. Tambourine Man"

Roger McGuinn, Chris Hillman and Gene Clark
Adelaide, Australia
6/28/78

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then catch me disppearing
through the smoke rings of my mind
down the foggy ruins of time
far past the frozen leaves
the haunted frightened trees
out to the windy beach
far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
with one hand waving free
silhouetted by the sea
circled by the circus sands
with all memory and fate
driven deep beneath the waves
let me forget about today until tomorrow
hey, mr. tambourine man, play a song for me
i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to
hey, mr. tambourine man, play a song for me
in the jingle jangle morning i'll come following you

--bob dylan (from "mr. tambourine man ")

Steve Goodman/Bobby Bare: "City of New Orleans"

dealing cards with the old men in the club car
penny a point and ain't no one keeping score
pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
feel the wheels rumbling beneath the floor
and the sons of pullman porters
and the sons of engineers
ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
mothers with their babes asleep
are rocking to the gentle beat
and the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
good morning, america, how are you?
don't you know me? i'm your native son
i'm the train they call the city of new orleans
i'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

--steve goodman (from "the city of new orleans ")

Orthodox Celts: "Star of the County Down"

A 1997 video by the most popular Celtic music band in Belgrade, Serbia.

Françoise Hardy: "Suzanne"

Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
She gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men shall be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On Our Lady of the Harbor
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds her mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

--Leonard Cohen

"How She Could Sing The Wildwood Flower"

Emmylou Harris with Buddy Miller
3/9/08

Doc Watson: "Wreck of the 1262"

with Jack Lawrence
1988 Philadelphia Folk Festival

The Corrs: "Little Wing"

now she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that's running wild
butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales
all she ever thinks about is riding with the wind

500th Post Edition

come wander quietly and listen to the wind
come here and listen to the sky
come walking high above the rolling of the sea
and watch the swallows as they fly

there is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings
there is no choir like their song
there is no power like the freedom of their flight
while the swallows roam alone

do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voices?
do you hear the trembling in the stone?
do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night?
do you hear the swallows when they've flown?

and will the breezes blow the petals from your hand?
and will some loving ease your pain?
and will the silence strike confusion from your soul?
and will the swallows come again?

--richard farina

Tom Rush: "Urge For Going"

Bull Run Restaurant, Shirley, Massachusetts
11/30/07

now the warriors of winter
they gave a cold triumphant shout
and all that stays is dying
and all that lives is getting out
see the geese in chevron flight
flapping and racing on before the snow
they got the urge for going
and they've got the wings to go

--joni mitchell (from "urge for going ")