This is embarassing....I'm trying to look away, but I can't
Several have noted that his last several releases have been a repack of sorts....although One Man Band as a DVD was absolutely wonderful and the best showcase of the body of work to date, in my opinion. I have been a huge fan of the man and his music over the past 30 years. The voice, guitar stylings and lyrics have been boarderline inspirational to me.
Covers, the CD and tour were a creative disaster. To waste this gift on this collection of over-produced, cheezy, artisticly meaningless and obscure tunes is a reflection of where our hero is right now....and that's nowhere. My goodness, in a world as messed up as this one, could we not have found some comfort in James' view on things? In his own words and with his own musical grace? On Broadway? Jeez.
In his own words, Covers is about:
When I was just a child, my life was, oh, so simple.
And the ways of the great world seemed strange and funny.
Then when I was a young man, I learned of that machine
that turns out all those bails of precious money.
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money,
Ooo, that money machine.
Now you can measure you manhood by it. You can get your children to try it.
You can bring your enemies to their knees
with the possible exception of the North Vietnamese.
It takes a strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world.
Strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world.
Oh, General Motors and IBM. AFL-CIO and all the king's men.
When I began the game, see me singing about the fire and rain.
Let me just say it again, I've seen fives and I've seen tens.
It was a strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world.
Strong hit from the money machine, sitting on top, on top of the world.
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, ha ha ha.
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
Give me that dough, give me that dough, give me that dough, give me that dough.
Been living in the lap of luxury too long. Please, Mr. DJ, won't you play my song.
Maybe my baby will listen on the radio.
Come back home to me, help me spend my dough.
I need a strong hit from the money machine. Sitting on top, on top of the goddamn world.
Strong hit, babe, from the money machine, woo, sitting on top, on top of the world.
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
From that money machine.
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