When I first heard this song (thank you, Hermann Doerfler!) I immediately thought, that this guy will be sued for royalties by Bob Zimmerman. I sat down to write an e-mail to my friend Hermann about plagiarism, and in that very moment the song switched to the original it is taken from. He ain't done nothing else than to use a sample and to re-interpret the lyrics or so. This seemed to be way better than the ordinary cover-version that changes the rhythmic structure of the song or the like. And it is one of the principles of today's music: quote, improvise, re-arrange. That is creativity, whatever a lawyer (see verse one of the lyrics) might think or do about it. And, Ramsay Midwood is a fine commentator on the nation's status quo, methinks. Since yesterday I have his songs on constant replay, a fine cure against the remnants of X-Mas songs in my soul.
Doctors and lawyers they wont do nothing for you
the parking attendant is a tax and I spend it
suck it from the poor make another war
catch the details on the tv news at four
my old man says that's a paranoid construction,
cast your vote in the November election
I'm too tired to protest it.
I dont even know if Im against it
Home of the free land of the free
when did everyone start picking on me?
I'm just trying to get from here to there
I swear to the Lord I treat everybody fair
and I dont want no sympathy,
a shake, a howdy or a cup of tea
and that's my state of mind right now
I think I'll go out and eat a cow
and that's the truth as I know it to be
here in the land, the land of the free
and if you dont like it you can kiss my ass
cause I drive a monster truck
That's my state of mind right now
I think I'll go out and eat a cow
and that's the truth as I know it to be
here in the land, the land of the free
and if you dont like it you can kiss my ass
cause I drive a monster truck
And I don’t care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
Pack up your money and pack up your tent
Lord, you ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! ride me high
tomorrow’s the day
my bride’s gonna come
and, Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
lord, down in the easy chair!
the parking attendant is a tax and I spend it
suck it from the poor make another war
catch the details on the tv news at four
my old man says that's a paranoid construction,
cast your vote in the November election
I'm too tired to protest it.
I dont even know if Im against it
Home of the free land of the free
when did everyone start picking on me?
I'm just trying to get from here to there
I swear to the Lord I treat everybody fair
and I dont want no sympathy,
a shake, a howdy or a cup of tea
and that's my state of mind right now
I think I'll go out and eat a cow
and that's the truth as I know it to be
here in the land, the land of the free
and if you dont like it you can kiss my ass
cause I drive a monster truck
That's my state of mind right now
I think I'll go out and eat a cow
and that's the truth as I know it to be
here in the land, the land of the free
and if you dont like it you can kiss my ass
cause I drive a monster truck
And I don’t care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
Pack up your money and pack up your tent
Lord, you ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! ride me high
tomorrow’s the day
my bride’s gonna come
and, Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
lord, down in the easy chair!
Here is the Dylan-song, in the version that made it famous, done by Roger Mc Guinn and friends (and I promise, that this blog will feature some more songs by Ramsay Midwood later on):
Clouds so swift
Rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
I don’t care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
I don’t care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
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