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With the light of the morning
They've seen the end coming down long enough to believe
That they've heard their last warning
Standing alone
Each has his own ticket in his hand
And as the evening descends
I sit thinking 'bout Everyman
Seems like I've always been looking for some other place
To get it together
Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
And maybe find something better
But all my fine dreams
Well though out schemes to gain the motherland
Have all eventually come down to waiting for Everyman
Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Waiting here for Everyman--
Don't ask me if he'll show -- baby I don't know
Make it on your own if you think you can
Somewhere later on you'll have to take a stand
Then you're going to need a hand
Everybody's just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances
Who'll come along
And hold out that strong and gentle father's hand?
Long ago I heard someone say something 'bout Everyman
Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
I'm not trying to tell you that I've seen the plan
Turn and walk away if you think I am--
But don't think too badly of one who's left holding sand
He's just another dreamer, dreaming 'bout Everyman
Jackson Browne's songs bring me back to a simpler time, a time that was more pure and freshly ideological, more hopeful, most just- at least in my mind and soul. That is the gift he brings. Especially this one. When I saw him in concert last summer, ,he brought me and others in attendance back to that place, back to that mindset, through the cobwebs and over the mental and emotional roadblocks. It is bittersweet. The feelings welling up inside are real and positive, oh so positive. Yet, it is a bit sad because I wonder where and when those feelings began to seemingly evaporate into thin air. To connect again with those hopes (and fears) and inner truths is magical. The truths remain, buried deep perhaps, but still there. Jackson Browne unearths them, mining a deep and rich vein. The imagery is simple yet powerful. Same with the plea. Eternal.
Somewhere deep inside, I'm still that dreamer.
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I wish I knew you back in that simpler time, Steeler. We probably had a lot in common.
Jackson Browne's songs bring me back to a simpler time, a time that was more pure and freshly ideological, more hopeful, most just- at least in my mind and soul. That is the gift he brings. Especially this one. When I saw him in concert last summer, ,he brought me and others in attendance back to that place, back to that mindset, through the cobwebs and over the mental and emotional roadblocks. It is bittersweet. The feelings welling up inside are real and positive, oh so positive. Yet, it is a bit sad because I wonder where and when those feelings began to seemingly evaporate into thin air. To connect again with those hopes (and fears) and inner truths is magical. The truths remain, buried deep perhaps, but still there. Jackson Browne unearths them, mining a deep and rich vein. The imagery is simple yet powerful. Same with the plea. Eternal.
Somewhere deep inside, I'm still that dreamer.
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How do you make God laugh?
Tell God your plans.
It's funny, I like melancholic music, but I cannot get into Jackson Browne's sort. The music is good, well played, so I understand that it gets a 6.8 here, but I don't like it. I think it is his voice. Yes, tastes differ.
I don't understand why it get's a 6.8 here but I don't care, JB brings back the best years!
1980.
steeler wrote:
Jackson Browne's songs bring me back to a simpler time, a time that was more pure and freshly ideological, more hopeful, most just- at least in my mind and soul. That is the gift he brings. Especially this one. When I saw him in concert last summer, ,he brought me and others in attendance back to that place, back to that mindset, through the cobwebs and over the mental and emotional roadblocks. It is bittersweet. The feelings welling up inside are real and positive, oh so positive. Yet, it is a bit sad because I wonder where and when those feelings began to seemingly evaporate into thin air. To connect again with those hopes (and fears) and inner truths is magical. The truths remain, buried deep perhaps, but still there. Jackson Browne unearths them, mining a deep and rich vein. The imagery is simple yet powerful. Same with the plea. Eternal.
Somewhere deep inside, I'm still that dreamer.
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Everyman... beating his wife black and blue for acting "crazy." I cannot loathe Jackson Browne any more than I always have.
Yet another sucker who will believe anything they hear about another person, as long as it's negative. Never let the truth get in the way of a juicy story, right?
Great song.
Great guitar player ( is it David Lindley?)
I had a version of this album cover where, when you pulled out the inner sleeve, what was inside was exactly the same artwork except Jackson wasn't sitting in the chair.
take away his music, you take away him
Somewhere deep inside, I'm still that dreamer.
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I read this and nodded in agreement, and then saw it was posted 9 years ago. And steeler was yearning for the simpler times then. How far we have fallen since then... But Jackson Brown is still cathartic.
Maybe you should acquaint yourself with the facts before rushing to judgment?
Somewhere deep inside, I'm still that dreamer.
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This comment captures a lot of my own feelings when I hear these old Jackson Browne classics -especially this song. Lots of memories.
My Pretender album is still playing along with this one - after lots of listening. The end of the 60s benefited from many perspectives, this was one of my favorites.
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This song is giving me the chills considering that our planet is on fire...no pun intended
Fair do's. I love it, but to each their own, and thank you for being one of those rare RP posters who can express their opinion without taking a big dump all over the piece in question.
There has always been "genuine and sincere" music, and there still is - one just has to know where to look for it. There are still great singer/songwriters around, but Jackson Browne never was one, in my opinion. This song is tepid and lifeless to me, but I understand his appeal to a lot of folks. Maybe part of the reason that a lot of the folks considered "great singer/songwriters either faded away or began producing inferior material" was just because they were getting older. As disheartening as it can be, cynicism is a an eventual and reoccurring response in a culture such as ours; I wouldn't necessarily blame David Letterman for its popularity.
"There has always been "genuine and sincere" music, and there still is - one just has to know where to look for it." Radio Paradise being a great place to start, IMHO!
I don't get the reference.
I found the song turgid and flat but it fortunately improved towards the end (no PSD on Sonos). I recall liking JB in my teens to some extent but this doesn't do it for me now.
Not a '70's product, a forever poet and musical master.
So yes, hats off to Jackson Browne whose first 4 albums were all instant classics, written in a time when expressing emotion wasn't an invitation to ridicule.
Somewhere deep inside, I'm still that dreamer.
I'm definitely not blaming Letterman for the popularity of cynicism in popular culture; I'm blaming all his lazy & unimaginative imitators; Leno and so on. "Hey, Dave seems cool; let's just do what he does (only not as well)." And no, I don't really think there's any causal link between cynicism as entertainment and the decline of the singer/songwriter era, just an interesting coincidence. As for the song, I love it, you don't; ain't nothin' wrong with that.
I hear ya. I relate Letterman's debut (circa '81) with the beginning of cynicism as mainstream entertainment on a large scale, which is about the time when all the great singer/songwriters either faded away or began producing inferior material. I love Letterman, don't get me wrong; popular culture needed a good poke in the ribs and Dave provided that on a nightly basis, but it wasn't long before everybody and their dog was aping Letterman and soon it seemed like everything was a parody of something previous because to be genuine and sincere simply wasn't cool anymore.
So yes, hats off to Jackson Browne whose first 4 albums were all instant classics, written in a time when expressing emotion wasn't an invitation to ridicule.
There has always been "genuine and sincere" music, and there still is - one just has to know where to look for it. There are still great singer/songwriters around, but Jackson Browne never was one, in my opinion. This song is tepid and lifeless to me, but I understand his appeal to a lot of folks. Maybe part of the reason that a lot of the folks considered "great singer/songwriters either faded away or began producing inferior material" was just because they were getting older. As disheartening as it can be, cynicism is a an eventual and reoccurring response in a culture such as ours; I wouldn't necessarily blame David Letterman for its popularity.
Somewhere deep inside, I'm still that dreamer.
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On the other post, I was accused of being too young... I was born in January '63 (as the flamer could have seen by looking at my profile).
I remember when this dreck came out, and I hated it then. No, I do not hate "thoughtful, soulful, poetic music". I loved Simon and Garfunkel, I even liked Joan Baez. Jackson Browne is a pale, tasteless shadow of those singers/songwriters. Bleh.
I hear ya. I relate Letterman's debut (circa '81) with the beginning of cynicism as mainstream entertainment on a large scale, which is about the time when all the great singer/songwriters either faded away or began producing inferior material. I love Letterman, don't get me wrong; popular culture needed a good poke in the ribs and Dave provided that on a nightly basis, but it wasn't long before everybody and their dog was aping Letterman and soon it seemed like everything was a parody of something previous because to be genuine and sincere simply wasn't cool anymore.
So yes, hats off to Jackson Browne whose first 4 albums were all instant classics, written in a time when expressing emotion wasn't an invitation to ridicule.
It's not the content, it's the general whiny-ness that irritates me. Each to his own...
I hear ya. I relate Letterman's debut (circa '81) with the beginning of cynicism as mainstream entertainment on a large scale, which is about the time when all the great singer/songwriters either faded away or began producing inferior material. I love Letterman, don't get me wrong; popular culture needed a good poke in the ribs and Dave provided that on a nightly basis, but it wasn't long before everybody and their dog was aping Letterman and soon it seemed like everything was a parody of something previous because to be genuine and sincere simply wasn't cool anymore.
So yes, hats off to Jackson Browne whose first 4 albums were all instant classics, written in a time when expressing emotion wasn't an invitation to ridicule.
CMax wrote:
Simon & Garfunkel - Mrs. Robinson ==>
The Byrds - All I Really Want To Do ==>
Solas - Dignity ==>
Ian Brown - Time Is Everything ==>
Calexico - Sirena ==>
Bob Marley - Forever Loving Jah ==>
Jackson Browne - For Everyman ==>
Pops Staples - World In Motion ==>
War - Slippin' Into Darkness ==>
Benise - Samba Samba ==>
Super Furry Animals - Moped Eyes ==>
Mazzy Star - I've Been Let Down ==>
Antje Duvekot - Dandelion ==>
Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue.
how old is this play list from 2009??
Something to work on Bill.
probably remastered
I hope so. I always felt that the original vinyl sounded murky. This is a wonderful album none the less.
Folks must like the lyrics or something. His melodies and sound are beyond bland.........
Agreed, sounds like a drippy Eagles out-take (oh wait, didn't Jackson Browne used to write for them?)
At least Pop Staples is next, and Dylan Tangled up in Blue a little later on
Simon & Garfunkel - Mrs. Robinson ==>
The Byrds - All I Really Want To Do ==>
Solas - Dignity ==>
Ian Brown - Time Is Everything ==>
Calexico - Sirena ==>
Bob Marley - Forever Loving Jah ==>
Jackson Browne - For Everyman ==>
Pops Staples - World In Motion ==>
War - Slippin' Into Darkness ==>
Benise - Samba Samba ==>
Super Furry Animals - Moped Eyes ==>
Mazzy Star - I've Been Let Down ==>
Antje Duvekot - Dandelion ==>
Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue.
how old is this play list from 2009??
I have the original vinyl and also the CD recorded (as closely as possible) from the analog recording. This currently-playing version sounds like it's been digitally-remastered to within an inch of its life.
Makes me want to hear the ORIGINAL recording (with "Sing My Songs to Me" preceding it and seguéing into "For Everyman.")
Yes, I'm a purist. You got a problem with that?
Folks must like the lyrics or something. His melodies and sound are beyond bland.........
probably remastered
Saw him just a few months ago at Bass Concert Hall @ Univ of Texas.....just him and guitars and piano....he's so personable, played non-stop except for a mid-way break, played anything anyone cried out....he was perfect, a consumate professional and still so poignant....his voice finally gave out after the 3rd hour....what a guy!
Indeed.
Plaintive pleas. Profound.
Long ago I heard someone say something about everyman.
Don't ask me if he'll show. Baby, I don't know.
JB's birthday was October 9, 1948, but the song/album was "Running on Empty":
In '69 I was 21 and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned onto the road I'm on
Running on - running on empty
More Jackson, please.
He has a wealth of remarkable music, that RP, sadly, has been overlooking...
Looking East,
World in Motion,
The Pretender....
Come on...!
Yes, but that would actually be the Running on Empty album...
Well, okay that album with Pretender on it where he explains he was 21 in 1969....my bad
Yes, but that would actually be the Running on Empty album...
SOOOO long overdue on RP. My goodness.
Probes deep and mines a rich vein.
I wish I knew you back in that simpler time, Steeler. We probably had a lot in common.
Me too. Always that dreamer. Love this!