Holy mother of all divinity: How is this musical goddess not the most cherished and famous singers on Earth? This is so far beyond anything I've ever witnessed. What a performance! Thanks for taping and sharing this beautiful moment {{{
I'm old enough to remember all the "next "Dylan's ...Phil Ochs,Loudon Wainwright, Warren Zevon, John Prine, Steve Forbert(!) Bruce.... I've never understood why we find it difficult to process art without comparison and categorization? "Waiting to be born again, mother kiss me cheek and chin, a little medicine, and then I shed my skin and then I climb back in the bed you made me in" ....she is able to articulate and translate the muse within at this moment in time and it makes us all richer to simply.... listen
My mother gave a mighty shout Opened her legs and let me out Hungry as a prairie dog Young man in America Young man in America Hungry, hungry, running every which way Young man in Americay I come out like a cannonball Come of age of alcohol Raven in a field of rye With a black and roving eye Black and roving eye Ravenous, ravenous What you got, it's not enough Young man in America Oh, shelter, mother shelter, Mother shelter us Oooh My father was a lord of land My daddy was a repo man Put me out onto the street Didn't give a damn for me Did not give a damn Daddy, daddy, gonna wish you never had me I'm a young man I'm growing right before your eyes I might grow to such a size Blow in like a hurricane Everyone will know my name Everyone'll know my name Blowing in, blowing up Shadow on the mountaintop Young man in America Oh, shepherd, father shepherd, Father shepherd us Oooh In my feathers and furs Clothes of many colors Many men will envy me When I'm in my finery Me in my finery Envy me, envy me Spending all my bright money Young man in Americay Maybe I climb the stairs With a girl of golden hair Hold her like a sword and shield Up against this lonely world Up against the world It's a lonely, lonely world For a yellow-headed girl And a young man Like the wind I make my moan Howl in the canyon There's a hollow in my bones Make me cry and carry on Make the foam fly from my tongue Make me want what I want Another wayward son Waiting on oblivion Waiting on the kingdom come to meet me in my sin Waiting to be born again Mother kiss me cheek and chin Mmm, a little medicine Mmm, and then I shed my skin Mmm, and lemme climb back in the bed you made me in
Holy mother of all divinity: How is this musical goddess not the most cherished and famous singers on Earth? This is so far beyond anything I've ever witnessed. What a performance! Thanks for taping and sharing this beautiful moment {{{
Saw Hadestown on NPR Tiny Desk Concert. Now I can't get enough of Anais.
This song is perfect. The narrative is achingly beautiful; her story telling is emphatic.
I'm old enough to remember all the "next "Dylan's ...Phil Ochs,Loudon Wainwright, Warren Zevon, John Prine, Steve Forbert(!) Bruce.... I've never understood why we find it difficult to process art without comparison and categorization? "Waiting to be born again, mother kiss me cheek and chin, a little medicine, and then I shed my skin and then I climb back in the bed you made me in" ....she is able to articulate and translate the muse within at this moment in time and it makes us all richer to simply.... listen
love the backdrop for this performance. also love her dishevelled look...a lot
She is so so wonderful.
Her voice is amazing!
This song is perfect!
such exquisite songwriting...
just...beautiful
stunning
Heard the studio version of this today on WUMB 91.9 FM. I was blown away!!
This blows away the studio version!
The npr performance is even better, in my opinion.
it's really good
My mother gave a mighty shout
Opened her legs and let me out
Hungry as a prairie dog
Young man in America
Young man in America
Hungry, hungry, running every which way
Young man in Americay
I come out like a cannonball
Come of age of alcohol
Raven in a field of rye
With a black and roving eye
Black and roving eye
Ravenous, ravenous
What you got, it's not enough
Young man in America
Oh, shelter, mother shelter,
Mother shelter us
Oooh
My father was a lord of land
My daddy was a repo man
Put me out onto the street
Didn't give a damn for me
Did not give a damn
Daddy, daddy, gonna wish you never had me
I'm a young man
I'm growing right before your eyes
I might grow to such a size
Blow in like a hurricane
Everyone will know my name
Everyone'll know my name
Blowing in, blowing up
Shadow on the mountaintop
Young man in America
Oh, shepherd, father shepherd,
Father shepherd us
Oooh
In my feathers and furs
Clothes of many colors
Many men will envy me
When I'm in my finery
Me in my finery
Envy me, envy me
Spending all my bright money
Young man in Americay
Maybe I climb the stairs
With a girl of golden hair
Hold her like a sword and shield
Up against this lonely world
Up against the world
It's a lonely, lonely world
For a yellow-headed girl
And a young man
Like the wind I make my moan
Howl in the canyon
There's a hollow in my bones
Make me cry and carry on
Make the foam fly from my tongue
Make me want what I want
Another wayward son
Waiting on oblivion
Waiting on the kingdom come to meet me in my sin
Waiting to be born again
Mother kiss me cheek and chin
Mmm, a little medicine
Mmm, and then I shed my skin
Mmm, and lemme climb back in the bed you made me in
just WOW
This fucking song.
Miss you friend...
On tour to the Netherlands?
best thing to happen to folk since Dylan.
Simple and honest :)
So true caromdixon...best folk since Dylan
Actually, I'm quite aware of the artists you've mentioned. And I think you mean Yusuf Islam :)
lyrical seamstress
Hay you can perchase me tattoo
worship