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Farewell, Save Me A Place.
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to say goodbye to one of our favorite songs.. no, indeed our most loved song of our most loved album: Save Me A Place.
Save Me A Place, as you all know, has had to leave the TuskSurvivorgame at a much to early age, and it's passing has touched many of us. I would like to give every friend of Save Me A Place a chance to come forward and share with us your fondest memories, stories, etcetera. Thank you so much for coming by & paying your respect to Save Me A Place. Please dress & behave appropriately. Flowers are welcome. Gerald, perhaps you would like to start..? |
SMAP was and is my favorite song off of Tusk. It demonstrated and still demonstrates LB at his best in his brilliant new approach to harmony and structure. It also had and has pining lyrics that rank amongst his best.
RIP SMAP :) |
Time to take our anger and dedicate it to making sure either The Ledge, Tusk, What Makes You Think, or I Know I'm Not Wrong take that bitch home.
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O, HN, TITMRTIHES!!!! WSOTMG, IPAFT!
Smap, I hardly knew ye...rest in peace... |
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I'd love to start Mari, but...
1. some are earlier
2. I'm late 3. Still speechless .........but ready to slaughter Sisters of the Moon. Great song but the equivalent of the "Look how mystic and bigger than life am I"- mentality, and therefore the complete opposite of the touching, 100% emotion without puiking your guts out-brilliance of Save me a Place. I can't believe how hard we fought for it. Even though I would rank Storms and IKINW above the little diamond, I'm proud of us for what we tried to achieve. And to be honest, I did it for our "I know better-punk"-Carne, too. gerald |
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Oops, sorry to interrupt the mourning with something that wasn't mourning. my apologies to the hostess... |
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As for "Save Me a Place," I get to live out my fantasy of Fleetwood Mac transmogrifying into Peter, Paul & Mary! I love it! Plus, you can sing "Stardust" to the chords. |
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And the mourning? Well, it's our party and we cry if we want to, cry if we want to, cry if we want to. You would cry too if it happened to you. |
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Now, don't get me wrong, I agree that it doesn't stand out amongst Stevie's 'Tusk' tracks, because of its similarities to "Rhiannon" and "Gold Dust Woman"... but in the lyrics to "Sisters," Stevie is commenting on "The Image," and how people expect certain things from "The Image," and always demand that she live up to "The Image," and yet they don't really know (or care to know) her as a person at all. It's just as touching as the feelings Lindsey was conveying in the lyrics to "Save Me A Place," though I think that gets lost in the translation. Both writers were talking about the pressure they felt to live up to certain things, when those things were draining them of their energy. "Don't know why I have to work... don't know why I can't play." "They like to wrap her in velvet... (but) does anyone know her name?" Those two songs are good examples of the different approaches Lindsey and Stevie take to the same subject matter. One is stark and to-the-point, while the other is cryptic and steeped in imagery. In the end, it's more the execution that leaves some of us flat... on one, or both, of the songs. |
I admit...I did contribute to this song's death, as I simply do not like it. It is the only Lindsey song I truely do not like. I am though, switching sides today, as I will support all other Lindsey songs :) Truce?
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harsh comments but all in good sports, Johnny:
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By the way, you're hijacking Mari's thread. Pay respect. We're wearing black today. talking about depression, Smap is buried, please invite Carne back so we can mourn some more. ;) |
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AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH! We could have used you on the survivorthread, David!!! :wavey: |
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alright I'm ready. Let's kill Sisters Of The Moooooooooooooooooooooooooon. :wavey: |
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