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Thread #162642   Message #3873507
Posted By: The Sandman
24-Aug-17 - 04:53 PM
Thread Name: EFDSS awards funding for new music
Subject: RE: EFDSS awards funding for new music
''By all means write new songs but don't give them a label which they don't deserve. If the songs are good they will last."
correct,furthermore levellers diatribe proves one thing,that deciding what he thinks is good is just a reflection of his taste, however if we listen to Nick drakes perfomance of 3 hours, his performance diction wise is bad, he makes a pleasant sound, and he is musically competent,but what is he trying to say, lyrics are important they should be performed so that we can understand them, and the meaning of the song should be clear.
levellr please explain what 3 hours is supposed to be about. now here is a modern song palaces of gold whose meaning is very clear, i do not know if it is a folk song but it is well written and its meaning is clear.
If the sons of company directors,
And judges' private daughters,
Had to got to school in a slum school,
Dumped by some joker in a damp back alley,
Had to herd into classrooms cramped with worry,
With a view onto slagheaps and stagnant pools,
Had to file through corridors grey with age,
And play in a crackpot concrete cage.

Chorus (repeated after each verse):
Buttons would be pressed,
Rules would be broken.
Strings would be pulled
And magic words spoken.
Invisible fingers would mould
Palaces of gold.

If prime ministers and advertising executives,
Royal personages and bank managers' wives
Had to live out their lives in dank rooms,
Blinded by smoke and the foul air of sewers.
Rot on the walls and rats in the cellars,
In rows of dumb houses like mouldering tombs.
Had to bring up their children and watch them grow
In a wasteland of dead streets where nothing will grow.

I'm not suggesting any kind of a plot,
Everyone knows there's not,
But you unborn millions might like to be warned
That if you don't want to be buried alive by slagheaps,
Pit-falls and damp walls and rat-traps and dead streets,
Arrange to be democratically born
The son of a company director
Or a judge's fine and private daughter.
compare it to 3 hours
Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave

Three hours from London
"Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known

Three hours from speaking
Everyone's flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own
Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall

Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave."
I never judge a song by its label but on its merit.