Joe Rogan Experience #606 - Randall Carlson

America Before: The Key to Earth’s Lost Civilisation, by Graham Hancock

 

HOW LONG + DoN'T YOU DO ANY MOURNING FOR ME

HOMAGE TO MILAREPA

HYMN TO PAN, DIONYSUS

BLUES SONG

I went to see my sister
She had nothing to help with me
She asked me: "What s the matter with
I said nothing at all, my lady
Cept I am and I been blowing down low

So she took me to a doctor
He said: "He strange but he can
     open his eyes"
If you want more of his music...
     stare at his face
And stroke his thighs.....

So I took him to Matilda...
She slipped a wire into his tool
Yeah, she took him to Matilda
Slipped a hot wire into his tool

H woke up real sudden
Said: "These gals gottas go
To my special girl thief school
And when I teach them to bend over



I'm gonna show them the big
       boss's
Golden ruler rule.

Howlin' Wolf - Back Door Man

Lose Yourself to Dance

Chant of the Mystics: Divine Gregorian Chant "O filii et filiae" (2 hours)

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HYMN TO PAN, DIONYSUS

HYMN TO PAN, DIONYSUS... this is another of the three or four longer songs I wrote in that solitary time in the Caledon Hills. If you ever played this song on the radio, you'd likely have to cut it into two segments... The song speaks pretty much for itself. I don't know what this version is like --- tho I think maybe I recorded it just once in one take - and this is it. Let's see. (C)2017 by W.G. Milne. All rights reserved.
I'm curious to hear this song. Also, the words of "NO REST FOR THE INNOCENT" seem to be drifting back into my head... This will happen faster if I start playing the chords. I'd love to find this song, too. A whole lot of verses - none of them stale or dull. Here's part of the first verse.
"A black dog walked across the road
Down by the bushes where the river flowed
And I thought of you with your heavy load
No rest for the wicked
Or for the innocent who are beginning to grow"

"A man can be two people,
Three if he really needs
To keep the ball in the steeple
Rolling and free
He can lie, he can devise
He can do most anything
And he's all yours, my darling
If he just finds a song to sing
And no rest for the wicked
Or for the lonely ones
Who are beginning to sing".....

IN THIS HOTEL

I wrote this song when we drove into Mexico one time... Didn't see many road signs... saw a bar, cantina Hotel called "THE CRYSTAL MOON SALOON"...well we went past that place to a small white hotel on the sea... and then this song takes over... Vocals by Bill Milne, lyrical lead guitar by Peter Rowland. This is one of my favorite songs, period! Even if I did write it, I love Peter's playing on this one. (C) 1996-2016 by W.G.Milne. Peter Rowland did most of the musical production.

I WANT YOU BABE 3X

HOP SCOTCH AND HONEY PIE 2X

Bear Lake Portage

COLD,COLD,COLD II

I spent a year living in the Caledon Hills in this big, funky house in the middle of a 33 acre field... long dirt driveway, etc. etc. I was working in Bill Davis's law firm in Brampton... Tho once he was Premier he had to disassociate himself from the firm... Did a lot of real estate in those days, but I digress. I spent many long hours by myself in this amazing place with a 2 story stone wall, huge hearth.... Hell, if you swallowed some hallucinogen and started reading Shakespeare in the place beside this tall stone structure --- you thought you were THERE in the play... and you got to know the characters (people) who were like neighbours... ...But I digress.

I wrote some of my best songs there in that atmosphere of drama, solitude, and loneliness. I'd go and sit on a stump in the middle of the field and start to write. I wrote COLD, COLD, COLD there, and also: "HYMN TO PAN DIONYSUS" I also wrote, "NO REST FOR THE INNOCENT", a song I'm still trying to find. None of these songs are short songs. But I make no apologies for this. They are all exceptional songs. I say this in all modesty...Ha! Ha!

At any rate, here's one version of COLD, COLD, COLD, which I like, especially with Peter Rowland's guitar solo... tho I think the song otta really be produced in 2/4. More on this later.

(C)1990-2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock Corporation. All rights reserved.

This song is not just me dicking around with my own songs --- this song is about the North and about the nature of Canada.

It's easy to see why I say this... when you see the landscape, visit the small towns, and hear the words.

The song is bigger than I am, and was always meant to be.

(C) 1990-2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock corporation. All rights reserved.

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GET ME A ROCKING CHAIR by W.G. Milne - Johnny Rock and the Angels

Terry Lucenti on lead guitar.

The band is cooking tonight.

DELIGHT

The delight I feel upon discovering that the place I am in
is better than the place I had
dreamed of.

ANNA IS

Anna is
the hot summer wind
burgeoning
before the fall

Anna
a moist day
sunset through the Euchalyptus
broadleafed and vibrant
green
the wind tossing her
like an unmade bed

Anna is the nightwind
up from the lake
black as the night

she is the summer evening
humid and hot
before the storm...
lightning in her groin

Anna is... the
hot buttery sun
blowing through windows
raining gold 
on our sheets

Anna is.







(C) 1970 by W.G. Milne

ALLISON MOORER Carrickfergus

As I see it, this song is about a person in Ireland languishing for his/her love across the sea in Scotland.
       "Only for nights in Ballygrand"   this I guess is the place where they had their love trysts.
             All his old friends (happy times) are dead and gone.
             "Soft is the grass & my bed is free." A place to lie down and die.
                In Killkenny you can find black headstones... which he'll need soon.  "I am sick now and my days are numbered.

"Soft is the grass - my bed is free."   






A very moving song



also sung by Loudon Wainwright III