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Maxim Gorky

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Song for Friday...one of the many...




On King Street West, in downtown Toronto, we have something called 'Canada's Walk of Fame.
It showcases our best.
Our hero's, our genious', our writers, artists,  musicians, sports greats and so on.
The names range from
Gordie Howe to Gordon Lightfoot.
From John Candy to Joni Mitchell.
Even Fay Wray , from the original King Kong movie is there.
Last night a few more names were added including
David Clayton Thomas.
You might remember him from the band 
Blood Sweat and Tears.
They were big in the '60's and '70's and one of their big hits was this one.
It has some of the most simple, yet profound lyrics.
Go on...sing along...and have a great weekend!

I'm not scared of dying,
And I don't really care.
If it's peace you find in dying,
Well then let the time be near.
If it's peace you find in dying,
And if dying time is here,
Just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there.
I hear that its cold way down their.
Yeah, crazy cold way down their.

                                                          [Chorus:]

               And when I die, and when I'm gone,
                There'll be one child born
           In this world to carry on,
       to carry on.

Now troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell,
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell.
Yes only my dying will tell.
Yeah, only my dying will tell.

[Chorus]

Give me my freedom for as long as I be.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally.
Oh I want to go naturally.

Here I go,
Hey Hey!
Here comes the devil,
Right Behind.
Look out children,
Here he comes!
Here he comes! Hey...

Don't want to go by the devil.
Don't want to go by demon.
Don't want to go by Satan,
Don't want to die uneasy.
Just let me go naturally.

and when I die,
When I'm dead, dead and gone,
There'll be one child born in our world to carry on,
To carry on.

1 comment:

farmlady said...

Take me back, girl, take me back. He wrote some great songs...some of the best.
Thanks for the memories.