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Lyr Req: Donavan's Season of the Witch
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Subject: Donavan's Season of the Witch From: BobLusk Date: 18 Oct 99 - 10:13 PM Hi - i had posted a question about the lyrics for Seaason of the witch. Someone had responded and said they would sen me the lyrics if I e-m,ailed them, which I tried to do, but the e-mail came back - My guess is that there was an anti-spam block that i didn't notice. Now I can't find the origional thread. I've tried, but it seems lost in the ozone. Any help appreciated. Thanks - Bob |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Donavan's Season of the Witch From: BobLusk Date: 18 Oct 99 - 10:34 PM Whups - finally figured it out - found the old thread. How embarrassing. Bob |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Donavan's Season of the Witch From: _gargoyle Date: 18 Oct 99 - 10:57 PM I believe the reason so much of this period's music is not played....is because of the "flash-back" experiences....incapasatating lives for hours-on-end. Sunshine Superman can find me staring into the redlight of the stereo system, and then "awakening," not knowing if I was had been conscious or asleep. (gargoyle)
The darkness howls as they arise
Flames of lightning fill your sky
From your dreams
it would seem that your nightmares
Come to life
It's the season of the witch
In this blackness your fears
will arouse only leers from below
We go...
Season of the Witch
Season of the Witch
Salem's lot has struck the hour
Season of the Witch
Fear the stake flesh afire
Season of the Witch
Every madness has its lair
Judging by these distractions
we know not a soul will be spared
Come forth demonsv Now there's no turning backv Alarmed by these visions
Season of the Witch
Season of the Witch
Salem's lot has struck the hour
Season of the Witch
Fear the stake flesh afire
Season of the Witch
Flames of lightning fill your sky
From your dreams it would seem
It's the season of the witch
In this blackness your fears
We go..
As performed in 'Blues Brothers 2000'
When I look out my window
Many sites to see
When I look in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange
So very strange
You got to pick up every stitch
You got to pick up every stitch
Must be the season
The season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Some other cat looking over
His shoulder right at me
And it's strange
Surely strange
You got to pick up every stitch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
When I look out my window
So many sites to see
When I look into my window
So many different people to be
You got to pick up every stitch
Rabbit's runnin' in the ditch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh, no
Oh, no
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch
David Weinberger
This commentary was aired on NPR's "All Things
A few months ago, I heard a guy on the radio say, as if it were obvious, that when a guy meets another guy, we size him up and think about whether we can take him, beat him in a fight. I heard that and thought, "No." I don't think that way at all.
No, I'm a standard issue Boomer and in my generation we don't measure people by whether we can beat them in fisticuffs. If it's a business setting, we think "Could my laptop take his?" In any other situation, when two guys meet the overriding, pressing social ordering question is: Do I play guitar better than he does?
In fact, if you meet a male boomer at a party, you don't ask, "What's your sign?" You ask, "What was the name of your high school band?" We were all in 'em.
I was in a typical white-guy guitar and organ band. We were called "Wheel and the Spokesmen." Three guitars, drums, singer, and Farfissa organ. The songs were the ones every band did. Every song awful. None of them, except Louie Louie and Good Lovin', has survived as anything except an embarrassment of youth. This Diamond Ring. "I see the Woman Dressed in Red." Hey Joe. Walk Don't Run. Season of the Witch. House of the Rising Sun. Wake Me, Shake Me, Hang on Sloopy.
Why did we play such dreck? I'll tell you why. Because we could. These songs had 3 chords, five chords maximum. Louie Louie, Twist and Shout, Good Lovin, and Hang on Sloopy are all essentially the same song. You learn one, you got the entire playlist for the Freddy Moswowitz bar mitzvah. You do Shout! for twenty minutes until Mr. Moscowitz suggests you knock off early, slips you twenty, and you leave in your matching psychedelic shirts thinking about how you messed up the hot guitar lick you stole from Cream.
Because each one of us male boomers knows that if we'd really focused we could today be Eric Clapton. It was really just a matter of life choices. I happened to have chosen to become a marketing guy instead of becoming Eric Clapton, and others in my peer group chose to become financial analysts instead of Eric Clapton, and others became system integrators instead of Eric Clapton. This choosing not to be Eric Clapton is the bond that holds the Woodstock generation together.It's all about choices and freedom, man.
It's like the McCoys said in "Hang on Sloopy": "Well, Sloopy I don't care what your daddy do, 'cause you know, Sloopy girl, I'm in love with you."
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Donavan's Season of the Witch From: Roger in Baltimore Date: 19 Oct 99 - 06:33 AM Gargoyle, When I look out my window, Many sights to see. I enjoyed all the song references in the commentary. I have a hard time identifying with the "sizing up" aspect of male to male encounters. Just another way I "fall short" I suspect. However, perhaps I'm not alone. In meeting men at the Getaway, my reaction was usually "Gee, what good music will I hear from this guy?" Roger in Baltimore |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Donavan's Season of the Witch From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 19 Oct 99 - 01:33 PM Bob I was the person with the bouncing e-mail address. Sorry about that! It wasn't a spam-block; I just spelled my own name wrong...duh. Malcolm |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Donavan's Season of the Witch From: Mark Cohen Date: 19 Oct 99 - 11:57 PM I have this vivid memory of listening to some psychedelic band (Vanilla Fudge?) cover Season of the Witch, and in the middle of a long fuzzy riff, a voice-over sounding like a news commentator said, "President Johnson is taking this trip...to make some headlines." Was I dreaming? Or was that really on the recording? Inquiring minds (or what's left of them) want to know. |
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