Tyr,

[Abbey Marie]

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot

Song lyrics technically, but I think, pure poetry as well.
I’d love your opinion as our resident poet warrior.

I saw Gordon Lightfoot perform last night. I’ve always loved his music and lyrics, but last night his performance of this song literally had tears softly falling down. The power of incredible lyrics.

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

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Song lyrics technically, but I think, pure poetry as well.
I’d love your opinion as our resident poet warrior.

I saw Gordon Lightfoot perform last night. I’ve always loved his music and lyrics, but last night his performance of this song literally had tears softly falling down. The power of incredible lyrics.

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I have always and I do mean always loved Gordon Lightfoot's songs! Yes my friend, it is pure poetry are both of these---




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8rR7E6NfY4

Lyrics

SunDown
Gordon Lightfoot

I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress
In a room where ya do what ya don't confess
Sundown you better take care
If I find you beenn creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin' is your first mistake
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again
I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans
She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again

Songwriters: Gordon Lightfoot
Sundown lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vST6hVRj2A
"The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"


The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Gordon Lightfoot

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called 'gitche gumee'
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship's bell rang
Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'
Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya
At seven pm a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it's been good t'know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors' cathedral
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call 'gitche gumee'
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early

Songwriters: Gordon Lightfoot
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

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True genius, poet , artist, singer, musician, songwriter, and deep soul.
I rate him even higher than Bob Dylan myself...--Tyr

[Abbey Marie]

I’ve read that Gordo is still in touch with the families of the 29 deceased sailors.

Class act and a poet. Sounds like another guy I know. :cool:

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

I’ve read that Gordo is still in touch with the families of the 29 deceased sailors.

Class act and a poet.sounds like another guy I know. :cool:

Sure seems a class act that he stay in touch with the families of the deceased sailors. I have always admired that song. My favorite song of his is Sundown. Something about it, in it, just sits well with me and reminds me a bit of me. I was very young when it came out and I know I must have played at least a thousand times, even played it at night when writing my poetry in my private journal.
I was married to my first wife back then, the one that I loved beyond human comprehension to ever understand or explain to another.

She that burned this soul with greatest joy and later deepest of pains*
cast our love into the darkest and most hellish of Hades's fire-pits
gouged in hard while leaving the blackest of wicked stains*
turning a world of harmony, into that of her insane drugged-out fits
Ah yes, treasured memories magnificently good and yet horrible bad
sent a grieving soul out to fight a nightmarish world gone rabidly mad*

gonna stop writing now, before I end up raging on and on and inviting darkness back in
slew those demons long ago, but a few yet still try to breathe of fire, brimstone and vengeful hate, methinks... :laugh:-Tyr