Post by Railyn on May 3, 2004 21:01:26 GMT -5
I wanted to put this up earlier today, but I come to find out that it's considered "unreleased" and I couldn't find the lyrics online anywhere.
Anyway, this is one I heard for the first time last year when I bought my husband an anthology by this artist, and most recently a boxed set.
It's hard to explain - it's "different". It's spoken word against a music background. Very interesting and the images it conjures up are fantastic. I'll try to find a link to hear a tad of it.
It kind of speaks for itself, so I'll just let it do the talking:
THEN, NOW AND UNTIL THE END
By: The Charlie Daniels Band
Album: The Roots Remain boxed set (as Unreleased track)
Author: C. Daniels
Do you know me?
Of course you do, though maybe you haven't seen me for awhile.
I am the backbeat coming through your car radio, the thumping bass that drags you along with the rhythym.
I am that part of music that makes you want to dance.
I am a pure gospel song issuing forth from a Sunday morning church house.
I am the blues at midnight oozing out of a backstreet honkey tonk.
I am the happy crystal ring of a high mountain fiddle, the plaintive wail of lost love in the wee morning hours.
I draw my nourishment from the teeming streets of New York City, the lonely grain-covered plains of Minnesota, from cabaret and camp meeting, bayou and beer joint, goodtimes and ghettos.
I was born in the house of New Orleans, and traveled up the river on the North-bound paddle wheelers.
I was nurtured in the Mississippi Delta when the seeds of the blues sprang forth from the rich black soil.
I was there when Elvis learned to sing, and when BB got his first guitar.
I'm black and white, smooth and rough, hard and soft.
I'm the roots of American music, and I'm always there just below the surface, and when the chaff of trend and fad is swept aside, I'm exposed again. Strong, pulsating, and very much alive.
The winds of change may blow the tree away, but the roots remain.
Then, now, and until the end.
link (because it really needs to be heard to be appreciated): www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00005NNME/qid=1083634977/sr=8-3/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i3_xgl15/103-4700942-6810258?v=glance&s=music&n=507846 - just scroll down until you see the track listing - it's song #1 on disc #1.
My Opinion In A Nutshell: We were driving on a dark back road when I first heard this, and it was the ideal setting - nothing to do but listen to the music and it blew me away. Time and time again I will say I'm not really into country music, but this guy just continues to amaze me. He's so eloquent. I'm going to have to start buying his books. I think the next time we go to meet him (some time this year) I'm going to put this on a sampler for him.
Favorite Line: "The winds of change may blow the tree away, but the roots remain"
Anyway, this is one I heard for the first time last year when I bought my husband an anthology by this artist, and most recently a boxed set.
It's hard to explain - it's "different". It's spoken word against a music background. Very interesting and the images it conjures up are fantastic. I'll try to find a link to hear a tad of it.
It kind of speaks for itself, so I'll just let it do the talking:
THEN, NOW AND UNTIL THE END
By: The Charlie Daniels Band
Album: The Roots Remain boxed set (as Unreleased track)
Author: C. Daniels
Do you know me?
Of course you do, though maybe you haven't seen me for awhile.
I am the backbeat coming through your car radio, the thumping bass that drags you along with the rhythym.
I am that part of music that makes you want to dance.
I am a pure gospel song issuing forth from a Sunday morning church house.
I am the blues at midnight oozing out of a backstreet honkey tonk.
I am the happy crystal ring of a high mountain fiddle, the plaintive wail of lost love in the wee morning hours.
I draw my nourishment from the teeming streets of New York City, the lonely grain-covered plains of Minnesota, from cabaret and camp meeting, bayou and beer joint, goodtimes and ghettos.
I was born in the house of New Orleans, and traveled up the river on the North-bound paddle wheelers.
I was nurtured in the Mississippi Delta when the seeds of the blues sprang forth from the rich black soil.
I was there when Elvis learned to sing, and when BB got his first guitar.
I'm black and white, smooth and rough, hard and soft.
I'm the roots of American music, and I'm always there just below the surface, and when the chaff of trend and fad is swept aside, I'm exposed again. Strong, pulsating, and very much alive.
The winds of change may blow the tree away, but the roots remain.
Then, now, and until the end.
link (because it really needs to be heard to be appreciated): www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00005NNME/qid=1083634977/sr=8-3/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i3_xgl15/103-4700942-6810258?v=glance&s=music&n=507846 - just scroll down until you see the track listing - it's song #1 on disc #1.
My Opinion In A Nutshell: We were driving on a dark back road when I first heard this, and it was the ideal setting - nothing to do but listen to the music and it blew me away. Time and time again I will say I'm not really into country music, but this guy just continues to amaze me. He's so eloquent. I'm going to have to start buying his books. I think the next time we go to meet him (some time this year) I'm going to put this on a sampler for him.
Favorite Line: "The winds of change may blow the tree away, but the roots remain"
