Dear Listener,
Here's a song my young college DJ plays often: Between the Bars. It's a fine song, your song for today.
Have another version, it's that good! Don't miss Agnes Obel singing it, either!
PS
You know it, now, after just three listenings, it's an ideal lullaby for babies and children. I sang Old Paint and Barbara Allen to my kid, and I would have sung this, too, if I'd a known it. What you want, in a lullaby, is openness* and truth. This song has plenty of both, and so does this really wonderful, beautiful, open and honest, book, A Life's Work. The author laments, and I guess I will too, that only the initiated are likely to read it; but I won't just lament, I will celebrate, too; so, Mothers, Mothers-to-Be, and Mother-oriented, please read this fine book, and sing these anti-saccharin songs to your young charges. Because it lives right there, loss; right next to gain, we cannot pretend otherwise.
You know it, now, after just three listenings, it's an ideal lullaby for babies and children. I sang Old Paint and Barbara Allen to my kid, and I would have sung this, too, if I'd a known it. What you want, in a lullaby, is openness* and truth. This song has plenty of both, and so does this really wonderful, beautiful, open and honest, book, A Life's Work. The author laments, and I guess I will too, that only the initiated are likely to read it; but I won't just lament, I will celebrate, too; so, Mothers, Mothers-to-Be, and Mother-oriented, please read this fine book, and sing these anti-saccharin songs to your young charges. Because it lives right there, loss; right next to gain, we cannot pretend otherwise.
* And here, by openness, I mean an expansive area of interpretation. I mean, it can mean a lot of things.
PPS
Did you forget how it goes? Sing it again.
