Thank you for Injecting all the Woody directly into our veins to watch us fly. Thank you for keeping the genius of Mr. Guthrie alive. Nothing could detract from his immeasurable, breathtakingly monumental contributions to the Great American Songbook. When it comes to the folk/rock/country song, and more specifically when it comes to crafting a plethora of musical styles, we now take for granted tunes that have become the woven templates which birthed infinite numbers of subsequent music, albums, artists, and sub-genres. Few have moved the goalposts further than Woody. Few have contributed more to the "Lomax Lexicon" than Guthrie himself. To his rabid, cult-like following, he is a deity. Half man, half fountain pen. His words spill out into the night sky like the light of a shooting star dots a back country road, exploding onto the canvas with the ferocity of a Jackson Pollock work. To hear Guthrie sing is to hear the soul stripped down to its most vulnerable shell, shouting out to the proverbial void: "I am here. I am America. Hear me roar with the fire of a thousand suns."
This is beautiful. My daddy used to sing the chorus of this to me when I was little. It was my first favorite song. And now the Avett Brothers have covered it. My life is complete. 😀
From the time I saw "May it Last" on the one night showing I have been a huge fan. Have 6 CDs, a May it Last poster and 2 posters showing their changing beards and hair.
Love it! Just beautiful! A WW2 song. My Dad was in Korea & when he came home, he was so skinny. His sister said You were a POW weren't you? Dad said NO! I was not a POW! But she still told everyone, Earnie was a POW but he's too brave to admit it. He really wasn't! LOL. Bless their hearts.
Music that never becomes outdated... Heading to the Fillmore Theater in New Orleans, LA. THROUGH MY PRAYERS, we would truly be SWEPT AWAY, if we may be granted, "Backstage Passes" to THE PERFECT SPACE, no... we're not talking about THE LAUNDRY ROOM. It's just a SLIGHT FIGURE OF SPEECH, but we all have a HEAD FULL OF DOUBT / ROAD FULL OF PROMISES that we may meet and greet the Avett Brothers face to face. This MOMENT IN TIME will not be wasted with TEN THOUSAND WORDS or a TALK ON INDOLENCE. Yet MAY IT LAST, if briefly we do meet, THIS CONNECTION. Yes, we may be REJECTS IN THE ATTIC and VICTIMS OF LIFE, but WHEN I DRINK, SATAN PULLS THE STRINGS. But not this time, that's why I'm writing this request. Let us not go DOWN WITH THE SHINE or experience TRUE SADNESS.If so, NO HARD FEELINGS. Although I WOULD BE SAD.
Sang with my mom! Extra footnote: sang with his son Arlo in 1972 appearance at East Carolina University where studied Art. I love when artists connect with my same loves.
Wow, any other library information data scientists watching on lunch? Favorite band of mine, follow me on Instagram for Avett inspired originals @kurtisemling. Cheers mates.
uh hello I was thinkin the same thing,, is this supposed to be poetic license, or are these actual 'alternate' lyrics lemm do some research , I'll get back to ya
he I got the answer the first thing I did was go to this song being sung by Woody, and I only lisyeed to the verse about the railroad thing, and yes every word was sung by Woody
