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Goldenrod and the 4H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone
Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car into the Navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry
In the morning, through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading
All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth
Tuesday night at the Bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens
I remember at Michael's house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse
In the morning, at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared
All the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you
Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I found the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother
On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom
In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window
In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March, on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing
All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window
All the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes
Read Tim O’Brian’s short story “The Lives of the Dead” for Minnesota take on this.
I read and enjoyed Tim O'Brien's July, July but for some reason I never checked out any of his other work.
Yeah, I noticed some weirdness in the player, too. There was some weirdness about the gender of Revolutionary War hero, General Pulaski, too, so...
Not sure why you're posting pictures of yourself but I guess it's nice that you still love your teddy (eek).
Likely a reference to the lullaby quality of the song.
Yes He does, leaves us heartbroken, but He does bring healing too. We live in a broken world
I don't know about the Whoopi Goldberg part but the lyrics made me kinda nervous. No rating from me
sfyi2001 wrote:
His Christmas album is really cool too - 6 mini discs of covers and and originals. Good for a chilled pre-Christmas night at home with a little egg nog.
Said the Nicholas Sparks of music review.
Sorry, don't see that at all. Much more like Edward Hopper, especially this song... poignant and introspective. Seriously, why/how Thomas Kincaid?
The 50 states comment was a joke, get it? And when you say "by any measure", do you mean by the measure of composition, arrangement, surprise, intimate lyrics and heart-tugging depth? No, I thought not.
Right. If everyone felt the same way then the world would be a very strange place indeed. Duality is vital for growth.
But I am happy to agree with you. . . this is so beautiful it gives me shivers.
:)
Agreed! Sufjan can certainly be overly-precious at times but this one just paints such a sadly beautiful picture. And so obviously from personal experience: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casimir_Pulaski_Day#In_popular_culture.
Hate speech! Hate speech!
Right. If everyone felt the same way then the world would be a very strange place indeed. Duality is vital for growth.
But I am happy to agree with you. . . this is so beautiful it gives me shivers.
:)
Yes.
It's just that whenever I hear Sufjan I get a strong feeling that he does what he wants to do and I admire that. It's the same with bands/musicians like Grandaddy, Sparklehorse and Sigur Ros. I wish I could make music just the way I want.
From Austin City Limits in 2006
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uFEOBJBiWg&spfreload=10
It's funny how people seem reluctant to "admit" they like this guy. What's up with that? Maybe because he's not macho enough or something? Call it the "Coldplay syndrome". (And yes, I like this song.)
I agree. I tend to think "twee" is hate speech. Who at RP uses the word twee all the time? That would be our thought policeman hypocrite extraodinaire. You see, when you don't like somebody or something, anything, AND you think they are weak and vulnerable, and you see an advantage, because you have formed a gang of tough guy thugs, then you call them a name, a label---an epithet.
NeuroGeek wrote:
Wow. That is a serious charge.
Very serious! I thought that was Dan Fogelberg's claim to fame.
6/4/14 edit: Most of the time I have the urge to give Sufjan a big hug and a warm cup of tea as I lead him away from the recording studio. But this isn't too bad and it's actually improved when you listen to it via RP's 192 kbs Ogg Vorbis stream. Wow! Great sound!
Good question... Looking at the lyrics it seems the death of the friend took place on Casimir Pulaski day, an Illinois holiday on the first Monday of March.
Sad and beautiful song. :-(
The funeral referenced in the lyrics coincided with a Casimir Pulaski Day.
People seem to be having a lot of trouble comprehending these lyrics. Successfully doing so helps one understand this song's tone.
Yes.
Wow. That is a serious charge.
But I didn't know how to,
So I did this instead,
And then my cat puked,
I'm with you Mike. If the song is not about Zeus then I'm not interested.
Very funny.
I'm with you Mike. If the song is not about Zeus then I'm not interested.
Me too. So poignant. Missing my own dear friend lost to 'cancer of the bone.'
Secondly, kinda sickeningly tra la la-like.
Correction: Only Chicago celebrates Casimer Pulaski Day
Polocks abound
They celebrate it in Buffalo, NY and parts of Wisconsin (among other places), though not as much as in Chicago.
P.S. - You spelled your ethnic slur incorrectly.
Winter is truly coming.
It's funny how people seem reluctant to "admit" they like this guy. What's up with that? Maybe because he's not macho enough or something? Call it the "Coldplay syndrome". (And yes, I like this song.)
Winter is truly coming.
Same boat here. I gave it 9 so possibly my condition is worse ;)
Winter is truly coming.
Remember Gertie's admonition: A troll is a troll is a troll.
Goldenrod and the 4H stone,
the things I brought you,
when I found out you had cancer of the bone
Your father cried on the telephone,
and he drove his car into the navy yard,
just to prove that he was sorry
In the morning, through the window shade,
when the light pressed up against your shoulderblade,
I could see what you were reading.
All the glory that the Lord has made,
and the complications you could do without,
when I kissed you on the mouth.
Tuesday night at the Bible study,
we lift our hands and pray over your body,
but nothing ever happens.
I remember at Michael's house,
in the living room when you kissed my neck,
and I almost touched your blouse.
In the morning at the top of the stairs,
when your father found out what we did that night,
and you told me you were scared.
All the glory when you ran outside,
with your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied,
and you told me not to follow you.
Sunday night when I cleaned the house,
I found the card where you wrote it out,
with the pictures of your mother.
On the floor at the great divide,
with my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied,
I am crying in the bathroom.
In the morning when you finally go,
and the nurse runs in with her head hung low,
and the cardinal hits the window.
In the morning in the winter shade,
on the 1st of March on the holiday,
I thought I saw you breathing.
All the glory that the Lord has made,
and the complications when I see His face,
in the morning in the window.
All the glory when he took our place,
but he took my shoulders and he shook my face,
and he takes and he takes and he takes.
Listening to Suffer-yawn always makes me reach for the airsickness bag...
Nicely put. I totally agree: sonically rough edges and evidence of the "workman's hand" are a refreshing counterpoint to highly-processed, severely auto-tuned "airbrushed" songs — not that they don't have their place.
WonderLizard wrote:
You are a sad, little man.
Wow. This is beyond cold. You should just go away. Preferably in a big dark hole somewhere you loser. I can't stand this song. That person posting was posting why this song was important to them. As someone who has lost two cousins over in that shit hole called Iraq and the other in that other shit hole called Afghanistan. Do NOT EVER post something about the US Army dying vs. someone who has cancer. As if anyone cares, my mother-in-law is suffering from pancreatic cancer which is the worst of all and to equate something that someone gets from life vs. someone making a choice to go there....oh I can't even think straight I'm so angry.
You are a rock with arms stingray. Go rot.
Well stated... this person's posts are all consistently themed and has exhibited many personal deficiencies all over this board, lots of unexplained out of place & off topic anger, generally a lack of understanding and perspective abound with stingray's posts... I expect the only thing that gets through to people like this is rejection.
...who, but you, cares?
Why you have to piss-off my day?
There are millions of people dying...
...how many are killed by the US-army every day?
So stop giving me bullshit!
You are a sad, little man.
Yes...holy crap! This is touching.
Yuppers
...who, but you, cares?
Why you have to piss-off my day?
There are millions of people dying...
...how many are killed by the US-army every day?
So stop giving me bullshit!
Makes me wonder if anyone will be at your funeral.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kq-eYBnKqs&feature=channel
Cheers,
M.
...who, but you, cares?
Why you have to piss-off my day?
There are millions of people dying...
...how many are killed by the US-army every day?
So stop giving me bullshit!
Wow. This is beyond cold. You should just go away. Preferably in a big dark hole somewhere you loser. I can't stand this song. That person posting was posting why this song was important to them. As someone who has lost two cousins over in that shit hole called Iraq and the other in that other shit hole called Afghanistan. Do NOT EVER post something about the US Army dying vs. someone who has cancer. As if anyone cares, my mother-in-law is suffering from pancreatic cancer which is the worst of all and to equate something that someone gets from life vs. someone making a choice to go there....oh I can't even think straight I'm so angry.
You are a rock with arms stingray. Go rot.
Mine, neither.
...who, but you, cares?
Why you have to piss-off my day?
There are millions of people dying...
...how many are killed by the US-army every day?
So stop giving me bullshit!
You're out of order. The OP posted a simple message and you go over the top in a flame. You don't like the posts on these boards, take yourself elsewhere. You'll not be missed.
Why you have to piss-off my day?
There are millions of people dying...
...how many are killed by the US-army every day?
So stop giving me bullshit!
I've seen plenty of moronic posts from Stingray but this one sets a new standard. Truly pathetic.
Why you have to piss-off my day?
There are millions of people dying...
...how many are killed by the US-army every day?
So stop giving me bullshit!
...who, but you, cares?
Why you have to piss-off my day?
There are millions of people dying...
...how many are killed by the US-army every day?
So stop giving me bullshit!
is a great musician, but still....
most of the time - like here -
just whining and BOOOOORING!
"pussy-style"
Edited to add; Musically. Lyrically, it's not so easy. But it still speaks in simple tones about complexities I can only imagine, and try not to...
indeedy —-
I love it - magical. Let's ignore Crockydile. He can't even spell his name, the reptile!
indeedy —-
This is one of the songs that grows to stand out above the rest on this excellent disk! Taking a moment to stop, and think about it, and read through these comments bumped it that extra ounce from a 9 to 10 rating.