Todd Rundgren Birthday Carol

This lovely song is by Todd Rundgren from his album “Runt” 1971. Todd Rundgren produced artists at the Bear Studio owned by the legendary Albert Grossman in Woodstock.

Lyrics
I was born this very morning
And my brother he was also born,
In our first nine months we learned to speak
And we have been listening since early morn.
I love no one but my brother
Who spent those months with me
I hate no one and no other has so far hated me
But it isn’t yet the afternoon,
And things are still to be,
And when evening comes we all will see.

I am not very old and I won’t live long.
I was born this very morning singing this here song

Now I feel the worst for older people
Winding out their friendless hours alone
Seeing lives like plays at final curtain
Looking out to find everyone has gone home.
Is there something I can pray to?
Some offering I can send?
Or some ear that I can play to, to help him find a friend?
And maybe then redeem myself to keep me from that end
For the evening comes and who knows when.

Oh, my brother, where is our mother?
Is there no other to live together,
To be our lover?

Songwriters: Todd Rundgren

The artwork is by Bob Zoel.

Zoell’s art is formally disciplined, yet slyly self-mocking.

In 1970, he began exploring Abstract Reductive Formalism and representational painting, however he first gained attention for his counterfeit parking signs with oddly cryptic messages installed on Los Angeles streets. Critical acclaim soon followed for his minimalist abstractions that combined elemental geometric forms with evocations of “smiley” faces, stick figures, and other rudimentary imagery

Holy Moses, Sad Cafe

Exploring a book called Small Town Talk by Barny Hoskyns. About Woodstock the town outside New York and discovering some fab albums. This from an album called Holy Moses, Holy Moses, they sadly only made one album, but what a great album.

A musical.

I played a C chord
But I was looking for the sound
Of a car falling over a cliff

I played the Am chord
Of a comet passing through a narrow mountain valley
But I was looking for the sound of the wind
blowing through the dresses of women on the beach

I played a G chord
I wanted the sound of gears going up a level
Driving into a tsunami with a carnival float in tow

I played an F chord
I searched its steps looking for a gold watch left on the staircase
And I found it exploding like an underwater earthquake

Ian Dury and Blockheads

Its got a Caribbean rhythm except faster and more obsesive. He reminds me of Lou Reed with those glasses/shades. Has he turned what could be a request to be beaten up into cool bravado thing. Life on the road song. Been to all those places with his band.

“Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick”

In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatán
Every woman, every man

Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me! Hit me!
Je t’adore, ich liebe dich
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me slowly, hit me quick
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro

Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me! Hit me!
Das ist gut, c’est fantastique
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick
It’s nice to be a lunatic
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me! Hit me! Hit!

In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fé
Over the hills far away

Hit me with your rhythm stick
Hit me! Hit me!
C’est si bon, ist es nicht
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick
Two fat persons, click, click, click
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! Hit me!

Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!

If it makes you smile it’s rock and roll

Billy Fury sings Don’t Jump. What amazes me is that he wrote his own songs, he was not a formulaic songwriter but seemed to be exploring his genre. He died in 1983 after a recording session because of his heart problems.

Tim Hardin, Reason to Believe

James Timothy Hardin (December 23, 1941 – December 29, 1980) was an American folk and blues musician and composer. As well releasing his own material, several of his songs, including “If I Were a Carpenter”, became hits for other artists.

Hardin grew up in Oregon and joined the Marine Corps. He started his music career in Greenwich Village which led to recording several albums in the mid to late 1960s, and a performance at the Woodstock Festival. Hardin struggled with drug abuse throughout most of his adult life, and live performances were sometimes erratic. He was planning a comeback when he died in late 1980 from a heroin overdose.

A singer songwriter who wrote some very good songs, I listened to his music in the 70’s and thought he was so good. It was sad that he died of drugs.

Werewolves of London/Warren Zevon

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fooks
For to get a big dish of beef chow mein

Ah-hooo, werewolves of London
Ah-hooo
Ah-hooo, werewolves of London
Ah-hooo

You hear him howling around your kitchen door
You better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again

Ah-hooo, werewolves of London
Ah-hooo
Ah-hooo, werewolves of London
Ah-hooo

He’s the hairy-handed gent
Who ran amok in Kent
Lately he’s been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He’ll rip your lungs out, Jim
Hunh, I’d like to meet his tailor

Ah-hooo, werewolves of London
Ah-hooo
Ah-hooo, werewolves of London
Ah-hooo

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doin’ the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney Junior walking with the Queen, uh!
Doin’ the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinkin’ a piña colada at Trader Vic’s
And his hair was perfect
Na!

Ah-hooo
Werewolves of London
Heh, draw blood
Ah-hooo
Werewolves of London

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