The category of today is: A song you know all the words to. I picked a song I can sing along with, but that fits into so 
many other categories as well: it has been written by one of my favourite musicians, it is a track from one of my favourite albums, I listen to it when I'm sad and when I'm happy, I can dance to it, it reminds me of someone and somewhere. Although it is not from my childhood, at least it is from my puberty days, it is simply a great song: Out On the Weekend by Uncle Neil, from Harvest. When I was looking it up on UTube, I learned that Lady Gaga did a version of it.
many other categories as well: it has been written by one of my favourite musicians, it is a track from one of my favourite albums, I listen to it when I'm sad and when I'm happy, I can dance to it, it reminds me of someone and somewhere. Although it is not from my childhood, at least it is from my puberty days, it is simply a great song: Out On the Weekend by Uncle Neil, from Harvest. When I was looking it up on UTube, I learned that Lady Gaga did a version of it.Day 99: A song that you can dance to
Whatever one might think about Lady Gaga and whether it should be looked at as an act of blasphemy that she did a cover of a Neil Young song, the next one person to be featured here is worth being among those songwriters that are listed among my favourite 1000 songs along with Neil Young. I came to know Christian Kjellvander, Swedish singer/songwriter by buying an issue of the German Music Journal "Spex" (German link) with a CD attached that featured one very fine song by Mr. Kjellvander. That song immediately incited me to dance; it starts with guitars that remind me of one of my favourite bands, (not solely but best known as) Neil Young' s Crazy Horse and it is the kind of tune that I can dance to, wherever I am, just turning, with my head bowed down looking at my feet. The kind of song that does not suggest any pre-determined motions to the dancer (like a Tango, a Bossa, or a Punk Song to pogo to) but is danceable. Polish Daughter by Mr. Kjellvander whom I think worthy to be featured in the same post as the GREAT Neil Young.
She was a sinner like all other guardians
For of her daughter she was proud
Went to the market on the third Sunday again
And there she vanished in the crowd
Oh it wasn’t long ago you suckled to her breast
And how your eyes exploded as you took your first
breath
Now the lading days return and the want beckons the
yearn
To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest
Forlorn but for the best
Immigrants come and emigrants go
Tell me why is it like that?
Emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind
Ones’ emaciation an others’ fat
Oh it wasn’t long ago you suckled to her breast
And how your eyes exploded as you took your first breath
Now the lading days return and the want beckons the
yearn
To rise above the nest and to lay your head to rest
Forlorn but for the best
Crying emigrant at heart and an immigrant in mind
Touching all the trees to see if there was one with bark
like mine
In denial we worried that this was never meant
And on trial in the wake of all the prayers we never sent
And it wasn’t long ago you suckled to its breast
And now your eyes implode as you take your last breathe
Now that lading days return the want gives into yearn
Returning to your nest you lay your head to rest
Forworn but for the best
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