Discussion in '70's Music' started by Magic, Dec 30, 2009.
I was waiting for someone to post some Led Zepp
Here's another Classic, and I have to thank Craig and CP/M for getting me to play the whole album again, it is truly excellent.
Don McLean,,,,do I even have to say it...
That "Help Me" song from Joni Mitchell reminded me of the Acoustic version Del Shannon did in the 70s with Frank Esler-Smith, who'd later become a member for Air Supply, playing on Piano. Sadly it went unnoticed for Del.
Sadly I forgot about Jim Croce - "Time In A Bottle" is a surprime example of a 70s Acoustic song, but Jim Croce himself is well into the Acoustics of his songs.
Ralph McTell is another prime example of Acoustics in the 70s and Mary Hopkin is as well!
It just had to be done!
More of Zep's great acoustic prowess:
Hey Hey (What Can I Do?) (great song, shame it wasn't released on any albums)
The Rain Song (a peaceful, lovely song. Great to relax to)
Babe I'm Gonna Leave You (one of my favorite Zep songs ever right here!)
Black Mountain Side (a nice instrumental, I think this highlights Bonham's bongos more than anything)
Behind Blue Eyes ~ The Who
Pinball Wizard ~ The Who
There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea,
And the motor car magical world long since ceased to be,
When the eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree.
Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride,
Spawning new millions throws the world on it's side.
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse,
And those with no sandwiches please get off the bus.
The excrement bubbles,
The century's slime decays
And the brainwashing government lackeys
Would have us say
It's under control and we'll soon be on our way
To a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
Of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain.
The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old,
And those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes.
We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow.
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I've been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush, heard it sigh,
And left it to die.
At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own,
Held it's poor broken head in her hands,
Dropped soft tears in the snow,
And it's only the taking that makes you what you are.
Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
To share in our infancy
In the child's path we've worn.
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
We'll open his eyes.
^^^^great Tull song, Velvet
Cosby,Stills, Nash & Young:
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