Anti "city" songs
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ConchRepublican
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Anti "city" songs
In the clams thread, Hippolyte started my mental ball rolling (by breaking down the true reasoning behind the The City lyrics) on something I have thought about often, an anti-city/get away playlist. Living in New York, Bruce's early lyrics left an impression on me about what the "City" can do:
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
I have had pretty much a like/hate relationship with New York and on those bad days have those "Calgon, take me away!" escape songs.
Born to Run - Bruce
It's Hard to be a Saint in the City - Bruce
In the City - Joe Walsh, Warriors soundtrack version
Roll Me Away - Bob Seger
The City - Jimmy
We Gotta Get Out of This Place - The Animals
No Man's Land - Billy Joel
Human Touch - Bruce
There are more, but these are the ones off the top of my head. What would you add to the list?
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, its a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
I have had pretty much a like/hate relationship with New York and on those bad days have those "Calgon, take me away!" escape songs.
Born to Run - Bruce
It's Hard to be a Saint in the City - Bruce
In the City - Joe Walsh, Warriors soundtrack version
Roll Me Away - Bob Seger
The City - Jimmy
We Gotta Get Out of This Place - The Animals
No Man's Land - Billy Joel
Human Touch - Bruce
There are more, but these are the ones off the top of my head. What would you add to the list?
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"The City" isn't JB's song. Mac wrote it and recorded it. Jimmy covered it.
Beyond that:
"Somewhere Headed South" - Hugo Duarte
"Outta Here" - Recorded by Kenny Chesney, written by Josh Leo
Beyond that:
"Somewhere Headed South" - Hugo Duarte
"Outta Here" - Recorded by Kenny Chesney, written by Josh Leo
Carry on as you know they would want you to do. ~~JB, dedication to Tim Russert
Take your time
Find your passion
Life goes on until it ends
Don’t stop living
Until then
~~Mac McAnally
Take your time
Find your passion
Life goes on until it ends
Don’t stop living
Until then
~~Mac McAnally
maybe not anti city. but happy outta the city..SchoolGirlHeart wrote:"The City" isn't JB's song. Mac wrote it and recorded it. Jimmy covered it.
Beyond that:
"Somewhere Headed South" - Hugo Duarte
"Outta Here" - Recorded by Kenny Chesney, written by Josh Leo
Boston
Sherries' living in Paradise both by.. Kenny Chesney..
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SchoolGirlHeart
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Boston, absolutely!ragtopW wrote:maybe not anti city. but happy outta the city..![]()
Boston
Sherries' living in Paradise both by.. Kenny Chesney..
Most of that album, in fact. "Another Life In The Sun" in particular.
Carry on as you know they would want you to do. ~~JB, dedication to Tim Russert
Take your time
Find your passion
Life goes on until it ends
Don’t stop living
Until then
~~Mac McAnally
Take your time
Find your passion
Life goes on until it ends
Don’t stop living
Until then
~~Mac McAnally
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Not a "Calgon Moment" but definately anti city....
The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town
I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town
I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
"Boat drinks, waitress we........nevermind"

He ain't wrong he's just different
but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right

He ain't wrong he's just different
but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right
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Great ideas everyone! There's a few there I don't know I have to look into as well.
Thanks!
Thanks!
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In a world full of pushin' and shovin'"
Welcome to Flemingo Key . . .
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I think of it as the best "anti city" song as its protagonist is hiding on A Salty Piece of Land to escape his troubles on the mainland:
I think it's my favorite Jimmy song
Jimmy Buffett - A Salty Piece of Land
I was listening for answers
That I could not really hear
When the words of a wise old Indian
Put a conch shell to my ear
And I took off for the ocean
I was searching for the coast
Painting pictures of my vision
With the words from grandma ghost
Hiding from the dragons
Riding for the sea
Singing ballads from my childhood
“A pirate’s life for me”
Survivors seem to function best
When peril is at hand
With a song of the ocean
Meets a salty piece of land
I was force-fed my religion
But I somehow saved my smile
Tapped into my instincts
As I headed to’ards exile
Cleopatra did not own a barge
But a schooner was her home
She has centuries of stories
And there’s wisdom in her bones
She was on a sacred mission
And she told me of a place
Where a man can hide forever
But never loose his face
So I saddled up my seahorse
With a fly-rod in my hand
I was not looking for salvation
Just a salty piece of land
Somedays Cayo Loco SHIMMERS
Like the stars up in the sky
And the seabirds they do touch and gos
As the world just tangos by
But there are times when she is hidden
Beneath the wild and crashing waves
And the patron saint of lightening
Keeps the sailors from their graves
Some say it is a blinding sword
Pointing out into the sea
While others say her guiding light
Leads to’ards eternity
Still I sit in contemplation
And I just don’t understand
This mysterious attraction
Of this salty piece of land
Still I search the constellations
And the tiny grains of sand
Where the song of the ocean
Meets the salty piece of land
I think it's my favorite Jimmy song
Jimmy Buffett - A Salty Piece of Land
I was listening for answers
That I could not really hear
When the words of a wise old Indian
Put a conch shell to my ear
And I took off for the ocean
I was searching for the coast
Painting pictures of my vision
With the words from grandma ghost
Hiding from the dragons
Riding for the sea
Singing ballads from my childhood
“A pirate’s life for me”
Survivors seem to function best
When peril is at hand
With a song of the ocean
Meets a salty piece of land
I was force-fed my religion
But I somehow saved my smile
Tapped into my instincts
As I headed to’ards exile
Cleopatra did not own a barge
But a schooner was her home
She has centuries of stories
And there’s wisdom in her bones
She was on a sacred mission
And she told me of a place
Where a man can hide forever
But never loose his face
So I saddled up my seahorse
With a fly-rod in my hand
I was not looking for salvation
Just a salty piece of land
Somedays Cayo Loco SHIMMERS
Like the stars up in the sky
And the seabirds they do touch and gos
As the world just tangos by
But there are times when she is hidden
Beneath the wild and crashing waves
And the patron saint of lightening
Keeps the sailors from their graves
Some say it is a blinding sword
Pointing out into the sea
While others say her guiding light
Leads to’ards eternity
Still I sit in contemplation
And I just don’t understand
This mysterious attraction
Of this salty piece of land
Still I search the constellations
And the tiny grains of sand
Where the song of the ocean
Meets the salty piece of land
I don't want to live on that kind of island
No, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.
Too much for me, too much for me
I've got to be where the wind and the water are free.
No, I don't want to swim in a roped off sea.
Too much for me, too much for me
I've got to be where the wind and the water are free.
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Re: Anti "city" songs
I did whatConchRepublican wrote:In the clams thread, Hippolyte started my mental ball rolling.....
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Re: Anti "city" songs
~Hippolyte~ wrote:I did whatConchRepublican wrote:In the clams thread, Hippolyte started my mental ball rolling.....I had NO intention of that. I appologize perfusely....I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really-really sorry.................
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