Fourth Installment of Frank Kresen’s Biography of John Stewart

Here is the next installment of Frank Kresen’s biography of John Stewart. John Stewart 4th Installment Ch 1 and previous installments if you missed them: Prelude: Flashback and Foreshadow Introduction: “On Becoming a Household Name” — or, “One Amp Short” Johnny They Hardly Knew Ye by Frank Kresen

Stairway to Heaven Turns 40

Word comes from the music universe that classic rock’s pre-eminent ballad, Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven”, has turned 40. Bringing with it 8 minutes and two seconds of music that starts out as a haunting folk song, progresses through a bluesish mid-section, and then ends up with as a high octane arena rock shriek fest,

Amel Mathluthi Sings "My Word is Free" at the Barricades for the Tunisian Revolution that launched the Arab Spring in 2011

Just as Freddie Aguilar was there singing “Bayan Ko” at the EDSA Revolution for Cory Aquino, and just as John Stewart was there singing songs of hope for Bobby Kennedy — so too was the extraordinary Tunisian singer/songwriter Amel Mathluthi (alternate spelling Amal Mahluthi) at the barricades for Tunisia last January in support of the

Hello in There

by John Prine We had an apartment in the city, Me and Loretta liked living there. Well, it’d been years since the kids had grown, A life of their own left us alone. John and Linda live in Omaha, And Joe is somewhere on the road. We lost Davy in the Korean war, And I

Donald and Lydia

by John Prine Small town, bright lights, Saturday night, Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights. Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray (Spoken:) Lydia Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat Behind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat. She read romance

Wonderful Tonight

by Eric Clapton It’s late in the evening; she’s wondering what clothes to wear. She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair. And then she asks me, “Do I look all right?” And I say, “Yes, you look wonderful tonight.” We go to a party and everyone turns to see This beautiful

Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

by Waylong Jennings Cowboys ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold. They’d rather give you a song than diamonds or gold. Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis, And each night begins a new day. If you don’t understand him, an’ he don’t die young, He’ll prob’ly just ride away. Mamas, don’t let

You Were Always On My Mind

Always On My Mind —————– by Willie Nelson I: D A Maybe I didn’t love you Bm D G A Quite as often as I could have D A And maybe I didn’t treat you Bm D Em7 Quite as good as I should have II: G D If I made you feel second best

On the Border

(I really can’t even fake this anymore — I only knew it briefly for a period in the early 80’s. But the lyrics are cool, evocative.) by Al Stewart The fishing boats go out across the evening water Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border The wind whips up the waves so loud The

As Tears Go By

by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see, but not for me, I sit and watch as tears go by. My riches can’t buy ev’rything, I want to hear the children sing. All I hear is the sound

Wild Montana Skies

by John Denver He was born in the Bitterroot Valley in the early morning rain Wild geese over the water headin’ north and home again Bringin’ a warm wind from the south Bringin’ the first taste of the spring His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing CHORUS: Oh Montana, give

Follow Me

It’s by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done To be so in love with you and so alone Follow me where I go what I do and who I know Make it part of you to be a part of me Follow me up and down all the way and all around Take my

Blowing in the Wind

How many roads most a man walk down Before you call him a man ? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand ? Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they’re forever banned ? The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind The answer

Will You Love Me Tomorrow

Gerry Goffin and Carole King Lyrics: Tonight you’re mine, completely You give your soul so sweetly Tonight the light of love is in your eyes But will you love me tomorrow Is this a lasting treasure Or just a moment’s pleasure Can I believe the magic in your sights And will you love me tomorrow

House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I’m one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin’ man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Help Me Make It Through the Night

by Kris Kristofferson Take the ribbon from your hair, shake it loose and let it fall, Layin’ soft upon my skin. like the shadows on the wall. Come and lay down by my side till the early morning light All I’m takin’ is your time. help me make it through the night. I don’t care

He's a Pilgrim

by Kris Kristofferson See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans Wearing yesterdays misfortune like a smile Once he had a future full of money, love and dreams Which he’d spend like they were going out of style And he keeps right on a changin’ for the better or the worse

He Went to Paris

by Jimmy Buffet He went to Paris looking for answers To questions that bothered him so He was impressive, young and aggressive Saving the world on his own But the warm summer breezes, those french wines and cheeses Put his ambitions at bay The summers and winters scattered like splinters And four or five years

Don't Cry Blue

DON’T CRY BLUE (Malcolm McKinney) Jonathan Edwards I heard them engines runnin’ On the road away from home. Sound like thunder callin’ out my name. Well I listened hard the first time That I heard ’em roll along. I listened and I’d never been the same. Well, don’t cry, cry, Blue, ‘Cause I’m comin’ home

Song for a Winter's Night

Gordon Lightfoot The lamp is burnin’ low upon my table top The snow is softly falling The air is still within the silence of my room I hear your voice softly calling If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I

Lovin' Arms

Kris Kristofferson & Rita Coolidge If you could see me now The one who said that he’d rather roam The one who said he’d rather be alone If you could only see me now. If I could hold you know Just for a moment if I could make you mine Just for a while turn

Me and Bobbie McGee

by Kris Kristofferson Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin’ for the train, Feelin’ nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained; Took us all the way to New Orleans. I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna, And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues. With

Daydream Believer

by John Stewart f I could hide ‘neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings The six o’clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise Rub the sleep out of my eyes The shaving razor’s old and it stings But cheer up, sleepy Jean Ah, what can it mean To a

18 Wheels

by John Stewart See it shinning on the highway at night Little lights burning from the cafe right Fat Jack talking ’bout a girl named Rose Looking for something to put up her nose But I ain’t got time tonight, I ain’t got time tonight And if you want that flag to wave Them eighteen

City of New Orleans

by Steve Goodman Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields. Passin’ trains that have no names, Freight yards full

The Last Hurrah

by John Stewart Clear the tracks, the song’s been taken This may be the last hurrah In Tennessee they were forsaken L.A. was the coup de grace Clean your guns, the battle’s over They belong now to the wind The saddest words I’ve ever spoken Were the words “It might have been” And it’s all