• Song of the Week: Walk of Life

    We’re all about change here at Pax Plena. After a one time song of the week siesta (due largely to a confused blogger coming off a long weekend), this week’s Pax Plena song of the week is back with a vengeance. Stretching the boundaries of genre, good taste and form, the Pax Plena song of the week comes to you courtesy of 80s sensation Dire Straits and is titled Walk of Life.

    Time for a scary confession of the sort I typically try to avoid on this blog.

    More than any song, Walk of Life defined the earliest memories of my childhood. To this day, I can vividly recall the backseat of my parents dusty, fourth generation Chevy Monte Carlo as we bustled down the country roads of Cotton County listening to the radio. Blaring on the radio was nothing less than our featured tune Walk of Life. Oddly, for some reason, I also recall associating elephants with the song. Silly dancing elephants. Apparently, somethings remain beyond the realm of apprehension. Nevertheless, released in May of 1985 Walk of Life is easily the earliest song I can recall. As an avowed connoisseur of country music, the realization troubles me. Then again, on another level, it really doesn’t. What self-respecting 20-something didn’t hear Walk of Life as a youngster? And what product of the 1980s wasn’t wrought in ostentatious hair and a mellow beat? It could have been worse after all. I might have been born during the 1970s- suffice it to say I’d much rather have been young during the Reagan years than the Carter years any day.

    Musically, what Dire Straits did best in the song was take rock ‘n’ roll back to its roots. Literate lyrics, simple chords, and syncopated rhythms. In fact, the song as performed on an acoustic guitar features mainly the A and E chords that any beginner would learn straight away. What most sets the song apart from other works and gives it its rockabilly feel is the memorable keyboard riff and bass guitar line which sustains the song throughout its four minute duration. One word comes to mind while listening: happy. The music video follows suit. While the British version is markedly different, the U.S. video features sports bloopers and features cameo appearances from Michael Jordan to Roger Clemens (back before the Yankees sucked).

    Lyrically, the song was said to describe the plight of young music artists trying to make it big in the days before mass marketing and record deals. Think music bard as opposed to American Idol. It’s interesting to note that for an optimistic song, there are a number of darker references but the melody and keyboard riff make it difficult to do anything but smile- in my case, perhaps nostalgically. Feel free to indulge your 80s music craving with the music video below. Lyrics follow after the jump.

    Walk of Life

    Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
    Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say
    Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
    Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
    He got the action, he got the motion
    Yeah, the boy can play
    Dedication devotion
    Turning all the night time into the day

    He do the song about the sweet lovin’ woman
    He do the song about the knife
    He do the walk, he do the walk of life

    Here comes Johnny and he’ll tell you the story
    Hand me down mu walkin’ shoes
    Here come Johnny with the power and the glory
    Backbeat the talkin’ blues
    He got the action, he got the motion
    Yeah, the boy can play
    Dedication devotion
    Turning all the night time into the day

    He do the song about the sweet lovin’ woman
    He do the song about the knife
    He do the walk, he do the walk of life

    Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
    Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
    Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
    Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
    He got the action, he got the motion
    Yeah the boy can play
    Decidation devotion
    Turning all the night time into the day

    And after all the violence and double talk
    There’s just a song in the trouble and the strife
    You do the walk, you do the walk of life

  • Song of the Week: Guitars, Cadillacs

    The Pax Plena song of the week comes to you from country music legend Dwight Yoakam and is titled Guitars, Cadillacs.

    As some fans may recall, way back in 1986 Dwight Yoakam took the country music world by storm introducing an unexpected resurgence of Buck Owens’ “Bakersfield sound” to an ailing industry which had begun to sound more like rock than country. One of the first songs which would catapult the movement still sustained today was Guitars, Cadillacs.

    Yoakam’s sound is unique because it deploys traditional country instruments to create a melody reminiscent of country music’s roots in the bars and dance halls of West Texas- long before it became a multimillion-dollar industry wrought by the kitsch of Nashville.

    Yoakam’s voice in the song, specifically, takes listeners back to the dusty days of a burgeoning California and the trials of those who seek western opportunity and fail. Like most of his songs, Guitars, Cadillacs is a love story, but one written for the blue-collar man. Rather than embracing defeat, the singer ruminates with amusement on his situation finding comfort in, you guessed it, guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music.

    In all, it’s a fun song and a great trip down memory lane. The musicianship is spot on and Yoakam’s voice never sounded better. Lyrics follow after the jump. The music video is posted below. Enjoy!

    Guitars, Cadillacs

    Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad
    And cry myself to sleep
    And showed me how this town can shatter dreams
    Another lesson ’bout a naive fool
    Who came to Babylon
    And found out that the pie
    Don’t taste so sweet

    Now it’s guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
    Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
    Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
    It’s the only thing that keep me hangin’ on

    Ain’t no glamour in this tinsle land
    Of lost and wasted lives
    Painful scars are all that’s left of me
    I wanna thank-you girl for teachin’ me
    Brand new ways to be cruel
    Like findin’ mine now I guess I’ll just leave

    And it’s guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
    Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
    Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
    It’s the only thing that keep me hangin’ on

    Oh it’s guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
    Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
    Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
    It’s The only thing that keep me hangin’ on

    It’s the only thing that keep me hangin’ on

    It’s the only thing that keep me hangin’ on

  • Song of the Week: All at Sea

    On this balmy, spring day, the Pax Plena song of the week comes to you direct from the memories of lazy college afternoons past courtesy of Jazz up-and-comer Jamie Cullum and his 2003 hit, All at Sea.

    One remarkable aspect of Cullum’s music is its inexplicable performance style. With Cullum, every song is its own boisterous entity and All at Sea is no exception. In general, the soft melody takes listeners to a personal reprieve away from circumstance, obligation and superficiality but its erratic denouement calls from beyond the smooth drink of isolation and invites (almost challenges) unnamed company to enjoy the nothing.

    Cullum’s voice is unquestionably gifted. It melds a bit of John Mayer with Frank Sinatra to create a unique sound that is hard to define. His piano abilities are commendable as well- a quick watch of the video indicates as much. While All at Sea is among the more mellow numbers in Cullum’s set, it succeeds in its own right due to his ability to take the melody in unanticipated lyrical directions. Not a bad artistic accomplishment for such a fresh voice. Lyrics follow after the jump. Enjoy!


    All at Sea

    I’m all at sea
    Where no one can bother me
    Forgot my roots
    If only for a day
    Just me and my thoughts
    Sailing far away

    Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
    Please just leave me right here on my own
    Later on you could spend some time with me
    If you want to, all at sea

    I’m all at sea
    Where no-one can bother me
    I sleep by myself
    I drink on my own
    I don’t speak to nobody
    I gave away my phone

    Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
    Please just leave me right here on my own
    Later on you could spend some time with me
    If you want to, all at sea

    Now I need you more than ever
    I need you more than ever now

    If you don’t need it every day
    But sometimes don’t you just crave
    To disappear within your mind
    You never know what you might find
    So come and spend some time with me
    And we will spend it all at sea

    Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
    Please just leave me right here on my own
    Later on you could spend some time with me
    If you want to, all at sea

    Ooooh
    If you want to, all at sea
    If you want to

  • Song of the Week: Good Directions

    With 80 degree weather newly come to Boston, my mind turns toward thoughts of summer. Billy Currington’s Good Directions fits the bill just fine.

    The song tells the story of an improbable summer love with a mix of hot weather, pick up trucks, and turnips. It’s a fun little song and just right for this time of year.

    The video below is a fan created music video shot to the song and mixed. It’s not a bad production for a random fan. Nice work.

    Lyrics follow after the jump. Enjoy!

    Good Directions

    I was sittin’ there sellin’ turnips on a flatbed truck
    Crunchin’ or a pork rind when she pulled up
    She had to be thinkin’ “This is where the rednecks come from”
    She had Hollywood written on her license plate
    She was lost and lookin’ for the interstate
    Needin’ directions and I was the man for the job

    [Chorus]
    I told her way up yonder past the caution light
    There’s a little country store with an old Coke sign
    You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
    Then a left will take you to the interstate
    But a right will bring you right back here to me

    I was sittin’ there thinkin’ ‘bout her pretty face
    Kickin’ myself for not catchin’ her name
    I threw my hat and thought, “You fool, that coulda been love”
    I knew my old Ford couldn’t run her down
    She probably didn’t like me anyhow
    So I watched her disappear in a cloud of dust.

    [Chorus]
    I told her way up yonder past the caution light
    There’s a little country store with an old Coke sign
    You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
    Then a left will take you to the interstate
    But a right will bring you right back here to me

    Is this Georgia heat playin’ tricks on me
    Or am I really seein’ what I think I see
    The woman of my dreams comin’ back to me

    She went way up yonder past the caution light
    Don’t know why, but somethin’ felt right
    When she stopped in and asked Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
    Mama gave her a big ‘ol glass and sent her right back here to me

    Thank God for good directions…and turnip greens

  • Song of the Week: Estrellita

    The Pax Plena song of the week comes to you from a somewhat different genre featuring classical composer Manuel Ponce’s famous ballad Estrellita. Written in the early 20th century, Estrellita became a unique sensation quickly working its way into the lexicon of Mexican folk songs.

    Originally set to Spanish lyrics, the song tells the story of a female voice who confides in her little star about the hidden love she feels for an unnamed man- a love which may ultimately carry her to the grave. Ponce takes the monologue (which could easily be viewed as a prayer of sorts), and sets it against an opening melody that quickly covers an entire octave. The resonant strains of the violin carry the line to greater heights reminding the listener of the confidence being communicated to the star solitaire.

     The melody remains at all points both tender and intense.

    The song was eventually made famous among western audiences when performed by the renown violinist Jascha Heifetz in the 1939 Archie Mayo film They Shall Have Music. A clip of the Heifetz rendition can be heard below – presumably as extracted from the movie. Lyrics in Spanish and English follow. Enjoy!

    Estrellita
    Estrellita del lejano cielo,
    que miras mi dolor,
    que sabes mi sufrir.
    Baja y dime
    si me quiere un poco,
    porque yo no puedo sin su amor vivir.
    ¡Tu eres estrella mi faro de amor!
    Tu sabes que pronto he de morir.
    Baja y dime
    si me quiere un poco,
    porque yo no puedo sin su amor vivir.
    Estrellita
    Little star of the distant sky,
    you see my pain,
    you know my anguish.
    Come down and tell me
    if he loves me a little,
    because I cannot live without his love.
    You are my star, my beacon of love!
    You know that soon I shall die.
    Come down and tell me
    if he loves me a little,
    because I cannot live without his love.

    Update 09/22/08: This post remains one of the more popular songs of the week we’ve done, so I felt it needed an update.

    To wit, the original video once posted above is no more. But I’ve also included a stunning rendition of Estrellita by violinist Joshua Bell. Enjoy!