Appalachian folk musician Jean Ritchie, known as the 'Mother of Folk' (1922-2015)
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new milk carton kids ep dropped time to suffer
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The finest hour that I have seen
Is the one that comes between
The edge of night and the break of day
It's when the darkness rolls away
Nanci Griffith - Across the Great Divide
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Bill Traylor - Walking Man (1939-42)
https://whitney.org / https://www.billtraylorchasingghosts.com
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been working on this playlist for a sec. i want to make a tape of it. mostly 50s/60s country, has a end-of-my-life vibe to it. songs range from light hearted and silly to sad.
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Peggy Seeger – Folk Songs of Courting and Complaint
Peggy Seeger – Folk Songs of Courting and Complaint
USA, 1955, American folk
Who would’ve known that lazy men tried to trap and rely on gullible women even back in old times? That’s just a taste of the saucy Child Ballad renditions on this short gem of an album. This music is the very blueprint of the folk revival.
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The Oregon Trail
Wagon train windin cross the prairie,
rollin onward through the storm and gale.
Toward the land of dreams trudge the old ox teams,
down the Oregon Trail.
Through the night the Lord is in the saddle,
ridin herd beneath the moon so pale.
Watchin o'er ach stray til the break of day,
down the Oregon Trail.
There'll be cattle on each ranch in Oregon.
There'll be valleys filled with golden grain.
There'll be apples on each branch in Oregon,
For there'll be plenty sun and rain!
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Trees of old your stories they’ve been told
Now you have to give us room
Your wisdom is laid down, repacked and stored
For the next ones to come
Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down
When we realize that we were wrong
Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine
Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?
Young trees and old clouds can you save us all?
The seas are rising and my drink is getting warm
No heart but heat for the farmers of Mexico
I'll keep burning cuz it's too cheap no to
I mean here it's still plenty cold
I should know cuz it's where I keep my home
No heart but heat for Mexico
I dropped the TV on my foot, and when the pain subsided I finally understood
What served had twisted our worlds
Looped us into a snarl and poisoned our hearts
Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?
Trees of old I'm too dumb to carry on
And when I'm gone, will you carve me into lumps?
Feed me to the next of kin, in the end trees of old you'll win
Please ask the clouds to take me in
Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down
When we realize that we were wrong
Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine
Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds?
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Native Americans march in solidarity with Palestine
Denver, Colorado USA
© Malek Asfeer
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Tell the truth, explain to me
How you got this need for speed
She laughed and said "it might just be
The next best thing to love."
Hope is gone and she confessed
When you lay your dream to rest
You can get what's second best
But it's hard to get enough
David Wilcox - Eye of the Hurricane
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