Post by tim on Jan 23, 2011 22:12:09 GMT
I wasn't really sure where to put this thread - it could have gone under
Ritual, Arts, Moot and the last discussion on death or even linked to one of Rob's topics, coincidence. Anyway, I suspect Richard that you may have been keeping the general topic in your back pocket for a future "big subject" thread, I apologise and 'll leave it to you to do what you will.
I have been thinking lately about my 5 favourite tracks ever for reasons outside the scope of this note. In practice, impossible to do for me (but worth swapping notes on don't you think?) as comparing the joy of a Morris dance with losing myself in the guitars of a Dandy Warhol track is like comparing apples and pears.
Anyway, I was listening to the radio and a track called Feed the Tree by Belly came on (if you know the track, yes it was Radio 6). I hadn't heard it for maybe 15 years. I loved it then and I love it now but I never enquired too much about the lyrics - no internet after all. I even think that I bought the album on cassette, must be in the loft somewhere.
Anyway, thinking about the Moot topic, here are the lyrics and a brief explanation of the meaning underneath which I pulled off the net. The tune is uplifting by the way, well worth a 70 odd pence download.
This old man I’ve talked about
Broke his own heart,
Poured it in the ground.
Big red tree grew up and out,
Throw up it’s leaves,
Spins round and round.
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
This little squirrel I used to be
Slammed her bike down the stairs.
They put silver where her teeth had been.
Baby silvertooth,she grins and grins.
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off boy
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off boy
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
This old man I used to be
Spins around, around, around the tree.
Silver baby come to me.
I’ll only hurt you in my dreams.
I know all this and...
I know all this and...
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off boy
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
"Tanya Donnely was quoted in The Illinois Entertainer as saying this song was about commitment and respect. The metaphor is the tree that would be planted on large farms as a point of reference to getting around (the only tree sometimes). Because nothing would grow under the large tree, the family would be buried under it. Hence: "Take your hat off, boy when you're talking to me and be there when I feed the tree." "
Ritual, Arts, Moot and the last discussion on death or even linked to one of Rob's topics, coincidence. Anyway, I suspect Richard that you may have been keeping the general topic in your back pocket for a future "big subject" thread, I apologise and 'll leave it to you to do what you will.
I have been thinking lately about my 5 favourite tracks ever for reasons outside the scope of this note. In practice, impossible to do for me (but worth swapping notes on don't you think?) as comparing the joy of a Morris dance with losing myself in the guitars of a Dandy Warhol track is like comparing apples and pears.
Anyway, I was listening to the radio and a track called Feed the Tree by Belly came on (if you know the track, yes it was Radio 6). I hadn't heard it for maybe 15 years. I loved it then and I love it now but I never enquired too much about the lyrics - no internet after all. I even think that I bought the album on cassette, must be in the loft somewhere.
Anyway, thinking about the Moot topic, here are the lyrics and a brief explanation of the meaning underneath which I pulled off the net. The tune is uplifting by the way, well worth a 70 odd pence download.
This old man I’ve talked about
Broke his own heart,
Poured it in the ground.
Big red tree grew up and out,
Throw up it’s leaves,
Spins round and round.
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
This little squirrel I used to be
Slammed her bike down the stairs.
They put silver where her teeth had been.
Baby silvertooth,she grins and grins.
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off boy
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off boy
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
This old man I used to be
Spins around, around, around the tree.
Silver baby come to me.
I’ll only hurt you in my dreams.
I know all this and...
I know all this and...
I know all this and more.
So take your hat off boy
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
Take your hat off
When you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree.
"Tanya Donnely was quoted in The Illinois Entertainer as saying this song was about commitment and respect. The metaphor is the tree that would be planted on large farms as a point of reference to getting around (the only tree sometimes). Because nothing would grow under the large tree, the family would be buried under it. Hence: "Take your hat off, boy when you're talking to me and be there when I feed the tree." "