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ishmael
02-22-2007, 09:04 PM
For some reason "Layla" off the Derek and the Dominoes album comes to mind. The lyrics aren't its strong point, though not bad. "Layla, you got me on my knees..."

Yours?

John Bell
02-22-2007, 09:06 PM
Oh no! A "power ballad" thread...

I'll go on record as saying there is no such thing as a good power ballad.


Wait a sec, "Layla" is a ballad?

ccmanuals
02-22-2007, 09:08 PM
Kinda offbeat but I confess, I really love "Take Me To the River" by the Talking Heads. I guess it's a ballad.

Northernguy59
02-22-2007, 09:11 PM
ONLY BECAUSE "SKYDOG"........... IS PLAYING ON IT :cool:

ishmael
02-22-2007, 09:22 PM
It is pretty weak as a ballad. The lyric, the meat, is only a few stanzas. It certainly doesn't tell much of a story as in traditional ballad. But as a showcase for those coke-hopped players of guitar and piano circa 1973 it sure still plays well. LOL.

Frederick Bolton
02-22-2007, 09:22 PM
I know you guys are discussing rock ballads, but in case you are interested there is a remake of an old Stan Rogers song by John Gorka called The Lock Keeper that will bring tears to your eyes. If you are into ballads about the sea going life. It is on his CD titled Writing in the Margins. there are only two songs on the CD worth listening to. The other I will let you discover. It is poineient, political, and discusses all sides of a current delimma. The rest of the CD is blaaaaaaaaa.

ishmael
02-22-2007, 09:24 PM
If you want real ballad, Stan Rogers, and, a little played western American, Steve Gillette. Both superb.

garyspear
02-22-2007, 09:26 PM
Tom Sayer. Maybe not a balad but I'm not sure layla is either.

Frederick Bolton
02-22-2007, 09:27 PM
I know you guys are discussing rock ballads, but in case you are interested there is a remake of an old Stan Rogers song by John Gorka called The Lock Keeper that will bring tears to your eyes. If you are into ballads about the sea going life. It is on his CD titled Writing in the Margins. There are only two songs on the CD worth listening to. The other I will let you discover. It is poignant, political, and discusses all sides of a current dilemma. The rest of the CD is blaaaaaaaaa.

As far as Rock ballads go, it has to be Turn the Page by Bob Seger. But then again, I am just an old biker masquerading as a white collar professional.

Memphis Mike
02-22-2007, 09:29 PM
I wouldn't really call Layla a rock ballad. It just doesn't have the right stuff.

If you want to get into rock ballads then you need to start listening to Melissa Etheridge. Just about everything she does is a ballad. I like all of her stuff.

Another good one is one I learned to play recently. 4 Non Blondes. "What's up."

I love rock ballads.

Bruce Taylor
02-22-2007, 09:35 PM
Nobody writes a ballad like Tom Waits.

Bob Adams
02-22-2007, 09:46 PM
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerld charted in the top 40. Does that count as Rock?

Mrleft8
02-22-2007, 09:59 PM
I wouldn't really call Layla a rock ballad. It just doesn't have the right stuff.

If you want to get into rock ballads then you need to start listening to Melissa Etheridge. Just about everything she does is a ballad. I like all of her stuff.

Another good one is one I learned to play recently. 4 Non Blondes. "What's up."

I love rock ballads.
Mellisa "ANGST" ETHERIDGE!? Yer outta yer friggin' MIND!
She hasn't had a friggin' original thought in her musical life!
If it wasn't for over weight semi-illiterate college girls with bad B.O. she wouldn't have an audience.
"In Memory of Elizabeth Reed"
"Statesboro Blues"
"Dreams"
The Eagles had a couple way back in the old days....
Mike you int thinkin' "ballad" yer just thinkin' "bad".

Bruce Taylor
02-22-2007, 10:00 PM
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerld charted in the top 40. Does that count as Rock?

I like Gordon Lightfoot as much as the next guy. I like "The Canadian Railroad Trilogy," "Did she Mention my Name," "If I Could Sing," "Song for a Winter's Night," "Pussywillows, Cattails," and even the maudlin "If you Could Read my Mind"...but I've never understood why people love that endless, monotonous, droning Fitzgerald song.

Memphis Mike
02-22-2007, 10:16 PM
Mellisa "ANGST" ETHERIDGE!? Yer outta yer friggin' MIND!
She hasn't had a friggin' original thought in her musical life!
If it wasn't for over weight semi-illiterate college girls with bad B.O. she wouldn't have an audience.
"In Memory of Elizabeth Reed"
"Statesboro Blues"
"Dreams"
The Eagles had a couple way back in the old days....
Mike you int thinkin' "ballad" yer just thinkin' "bad".

OK, as a player I know what I like and I like her. Why don't you try to play some of her music, Lefty?

A lot of people don't appreciate what their listening to until they try to play it themselves.

Go ahead. I bet you can't.

ishmael
02-22-2007, 10:21 PM
As rock ballads go I'd have to put The Cars, Queen, and David Bowie up there. And, lest we forget...LOL. CSYN, Emerson Lake and Palmer, et al. And, who can forget, The Who?

Ballad, story, is so natural. We want to tell story, and it comes out, no matter the genre.

Mrleft8
02-22-2007, 10:25 PM
OK, as a player I know what I like and I like her. Why don't you try to play some of her music, Lefty?

A lot of people don't appreciate what their listening to until they try to play it themselves.

Go ahead. I bet you can't.
I bet I wouldn't want to.
She's a harsh voiced blues wannabe

Mrleft8
02-22-2007, 10:28 PM
She doesn't even do "ballads"....She does..... "love songs" if you can even call them that. More often they're "lust songs"
"OH I love you but you're dating a guy now, but can he make you feel like I do....? " B.S.

ishmael
02-22-2007, 10:28 PM
Just a reminder of roots.

1. As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay.

2. "I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy,"
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
I was shot in the breast and I know I must die.

3. "Let sixteen gamblers come handle my coffin,
Let sixteen cowboys come sing me a song,
Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me,
For I am a poor cowboy and I know I've done wrong.

4. "It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing,
It was once in the saddle I used to go gay.
'twas first to drinking and then to card playing,
Got shot in the breast, I am dying today.
5. "Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin,
Get six pretty girls to carry my pall;
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Put roses to deaden the clods as they fall.

6. "O beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
And play the dead march as you carry me along,
Take me to the green valley and lay the sod o'er me,
For I am a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong."

7. "Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips," the young cowboy said.
Before I returned, the spirit had left him
And gone to its Maker, the cowboy was dead.

8. We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
And bitterly wept as we bore him along;
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome,
We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong.

Memphis Mike
02-22-2007, 10:36 PM
She doesn't even do "ballads"....She does..... "love songs" if you can even call them that. More often they're "lust songs"
"OH I love you but you're dating a guy now, but can he make you feel like I do....? " B.S.

Just piss off Lefty.

Mrleft8
02-22-2007, 10:38 PM
Just piss off Lefty.
Right now? Here? Or should I go outside? :D (It's snowing yanno...... I could write yer name in the snow.....)

boylesboats
02-22-2007, 10:42 PM
Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton, maybe?

Domesticated_Mr. Know It All
02-22-2007, 10:44 PM
"Come to my window" is a great song.
I'm with MM on this one.

ishmael
02-22-2007, 10:52 PM
Okay, what is a ballad?

I'm no expert, but it has to tell a quasi-epic or epic story. It has to have a beginning a middle and an end, like good drama. It's often tragic, but not always. Well...almost always. Love stories that are happy usually don't qualify. Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight" nice song but nup.

Memphis Mike
02-22-2007, 10:53 PM
Melissa Etheridge is one of the best finger style guitar players I've ever seen. I've seen her live and I've tried to play her music and I know she's extremely talented.

Go back to the kitchen, Lefty. Where you belong......with your apron.

BrianW
02-22-2007, 10:53 PM
Lightening Strikes by Live.

Hard not to include 2112 by Rush, the whole darn album was one crazy story. ;)

ishmael
02-22-2007, 10:59 PM
Barbara Allen

In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried well away
For her name was Barbara Allen


Twas in the merry month of May
The green buds were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen


He sent a servant unto her
To the place she was dwelling
Saying you must come to his deathbed now
If your name be Barbara Allen


Slowly slowly she got up
Slowly slowly she came nigh him
And the only words to him she said
Young man I think you're dying


As she was walking oer the fields
She heard the death bell knelling
And every stroke it seemed to say
Hardhearted Barbara Allen


Oh mother mother make my bed
Make it long and make it narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow


They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her grave a green briar


They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher
And there they twined in a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar

Domesticated_Mr. Know It All
02-22-2007, 11:14 PM
Well, I met this old woman, she was hard as nails,
I think she just come out of the county jail.
Would I loan her some money just to pay her rent.
If I would she would put me in her last will and testament.

I got lots of children, an ex-wife or two.
I never hear from them until the bills are due.
The money I gave 'em, they already spent.
If I could just help them out,
they'd put me in their last will and testament.

I'm goin' over sixty, I'm older than most.
It won't be long now, I'll be nothin' but a ghost.
But it's my intention, it's my intent,
to leave all of those people out of my last will and testament.

And when it's all over and they put you in the ground,
send my belongings to the lost and found.
Yeah, it's my intention, it's my intent,
to leave all of those people out of my last will and testament.

mmd
02-22-2007, 11:50 PM
Ballad - A ballad is a story in song, usually a narrative song or poem. It is a rhythmic saga of a past affair, which may be heroic, romantic or satirical, almost inevitably catastrophic, which is related in the third person, usually with foreshortened alternating four- and three-stress lines ('ballad meter') and simple repeating rhymes, and often with a refrain. - wikipedia

Oh, what the hell: The Marshall Plan by Blue Oyster Cult.

In a dark horse town, in the middle of the west
Where friday takes so long to arrive
Johnny wakes up dreaming turns on the radio
The he jumps up plays his guitar in the mirror
Starts his day with a rock and roll pose
Tonightís the night that susie and he
Are going to a rock and roll show

Tonight! Iím gonna see some rock and roll!
Yeah, my favorite group is playing!
Tonight! Iím gonna see some rock and roll!

Well itís showtime and heís caught up in the crowd
He hates the crush but he loves the music loud
He reaches out and susieís disappeared,
Now johnnyís standing on a corner after the show
Looking for his susie dear
But there goes his susie - in the bandís limousine!
Yeah, well thatís the way it goes at these rock and roll shows

Thatís the way it goes - itís rock and roll
Thatís the way it goes - itís rock and roll

Now susieís gone, and johnny hears the thunder
As he rolls another number and he counts
He counts the times heís felt himself to be the hero
ícause ever since he was a boy
Heís heard about adventure
As he looks into the mirror now he knows
He must be the star and play guitar like thunder
Find susie at his rock and roll show

Boy, if I only had a good guitar and a big amp
Boy, it wouldnít be somebody else taking my girl away...tell ya
I know what I should do...Iíll put an ad in the paper
Get a few other guys who want to play as much as I do
Tell ya, I ainít playiní no surf music
Iím gonna play some heavy music
Iím gonna play bad
Iím gonna play loud
I know just what I want it to sound like
Itís gonna sound like...
Itís gonna sound like...

This is don kirshner
And tonight on don kirshnerís rock concert
A new phenomenon in the music world
With six million albums to his credit in just two short years
My good friend, hereís johnny!

Now johnny became a legend in his time
Found it easier to live in pain
Half a hero in a hard-hearted game
Now itís showtime and heís caught up in the flow
He hates the rush but he needs the music so
Still he reaches out but susieís disappeared
Well thatís the way it goes at these rock and roll shows

Itís rock and roll
Thatís the way it goes - itís rock and roll

Stiletto
02-23-2007, 02:15 AM
So is Stairway to Heaven a ballad? ,Tangerine?,Immigrant song et al?

BrianW
02-23-2007, 04:42 AM
So is Stairway to Heaven a ballad? ,Tangerine?,Immigrant song et al?

Was that suppose to be the 'lemon' song? :)

Paul Pless
02-23-2007, 07:45 AM
The Best Rock Ballads, there's more than a little oxymoron in that query...

I suggest anything by Meatloaf would probably qualify, followed by all the songs performed by those late eighties hair bands that Pearl Jam and Nirvana effectively put out of business (thank god Seattle Grunge came along when it did), you know Poison, and Ratt, and those goobers.

ccmanuals
02-23-2007, 02:55 PM
You folks in the Northeast have gotta love this one, I know I do:


Billy Joel: "The Downeaster 'Alexa'"
fra Storm Front (1989)

Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa
And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound
I have chartered a course to the Vinyard
But tonight I am Nantucket bound

We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday
And left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's Bay
Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home
Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone

So I could own my Downeaster Alexa
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons
And a good captain can't fall asleep

I've got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I know there's fish out there, but where God only knows
They say these waters aren't what they used to be
But I've got people back on land who count on me

So if you see my Downeaster Alexa
And if you work with the rod and the reel
Tell my wife I am trolling Atlantis
And I still have my hands on the wheel

Now I drive my Downeaster Alexa
More and more miles from shore every year
Since they told me I can't sell no stripers
And there's no luck in swordfishing here

I was a bayman like my father was before
Can't make a living as a bayman anymore
There ain't much future for a man who works the sea
But there ain't no island left for islanders like me

Stiletto
02-23-2007, 05:21 PM
Brian, the lemon song aint no ballad, even I know that.;)
Tangerine, Led Zeppelin 3 I think.

brad9798
02-23-2007, 05:54 PM
I would have to say: (go ahead and laugh)

November Rain- G&R
Every Rose has its Thorn- Poison
Stairway to Heaven- Led Zepplin
Somethin' to Believe In- Poison
Bohemia Rhapsody- Queen

Meatloaf comes to mind ... :eek:

Still Loving you- Scorpions

Beth- KISS

Hard Luck woman- KISS

And many, many, MANY more!!

ishmael
02-23-2007, 05:57 PM
Nobody has mentioned Heart. A few good ballads in their holster, and man they could belt it out! Names of songs escape me.

brad9798
02-23-2007, 06:02 PM
All I wanna do is make love to you- Heart

Dreamboat Annie- Heart

Paul Pless
02-23-2007, 06:13 PM
I would have to say: (go ahead and laugh)

November Rain- G&R
Every Rose has its Thorn- Poison
Stairway to Heaven- Led Zepplin
Somethin' to Believe In- Poison
Bohemia Rhapsody- Queen

Meatloaf comes to mind ... :eek:

Still Loving you- Scorpions

Beth- KISS

Hard Luck woman- KISS

And many, many, MANY more!!

See! Brad knows of what I speak!:D :eek: :eek:

Ron Williamson
02-24-2007, 07:48 AM
I like Curtis Low by Lynyrd Skynyrd
R

cs
02-24-2007, 09:36 AM
I'm kinda suprised this thread has gone on this long and ain't nobody even mentioned Lynyrd Skynyrd. Welll I guess I will.

Best rock ballad goes to Lynbyrd Skynyrd for Tuesday's Gone

Bet ya thought I was going to say something else.

Chad

Crap just as soon as I say nobody mentions them, they get mentioned while I'm typing my response.

Bob Adams
02-24-2007, 09:52 PM
Since reading the forum this morning, I can't seem to get Pink Floyd's "Time" out of my head.

Tom Montgomery
02-24-2007, 11:56 PM
Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

Tom Montgomery
02-24-2007, 11:58 PM
Thousands Are Sailing

The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save

Did you work upon the railroad
Did you rid the streets of crime
Were your dollars from the white house
Were they from the five and dime

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
And did they still make you cry
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry

Ah, no, says he, 'twas not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the western ocean
Their bellies full
Their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty
And they'll dance

In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
Like the first man on the moon

And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street

Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard

Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried

Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
But we dance to the music
And we dance

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance

Tom Montgomery
02-24-2007, 11:59 PM
Lorelei

You told me tales of love and glory
Same old sad songs, same old story
The Sirens sing no lullaby
And no-one knows but Lorelei
By castles out of fairytales
Timbers shivered where once there sailed
The lovesick men who caught her eye
And no-one knew but Lorelei

River, river have mercy
Take me down to the sea
For if I perish on these rocks
My love no more I'll see

I've thought of you in far-off places
I've puzzled over lipstick traces
So help me God, I will not cry
And then I think of Lorelei
I travel far and wander wide
No photograph of you beside me
Ol' man River's not so shy
And he remembers Lorelei

River, river have mercy
Take me down to the sea
For if I perish on these rocks
My love no more I'll see

If I should float upon this stream
And see you in my madman's dream
I'd sink into your troubled eyes
And none would know 'cept Lorelei

Oh - river, river, river have mercy
Take me down to the sea
For if I perish on these rocks
My love no more I'll see

But if my ship, which sails tomorrow
Should crash against these rocks,
My sorrows I will drown before I die
It's you I'll see, not Lorelei

Tom Montgomery
02-25-2007, 12:19 AM
It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Thatís great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -

Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -

world serves its own needs, donít misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,

speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,

down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for

hire and a combat site. Left her, wasnít coming in a hurry with the furies

breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered

crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,

common group, but itíll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves it's

own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the

reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright

light, feeling pretty psyched.



Itís the end of the world as we know it.

Itís the end of the world as we know it.

Itís the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.



Six oíclock - TV hour. Donít get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,

return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,

blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,

light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,

this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,

a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives

and I decline.


Itís the end of the world as we know it.

Itís the end of the world as we know it.

Itís the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.



The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line.

Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.

Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,

slam, but neck, right? Right.



Itís the end of the world as we know it.

Itís the end of the world as we know it.

Itís the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...

(Itís time I had some time alone)

Tom Montgomery
02-25-2007, 12:35 AM
Papa Was a Rolling Stone

It was the third of September.
That day I'll always remember, yes I will.
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
I never got a chance to see him.
Never heard nothing but bad things about him.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

And Mama just hung her head and said,
"Son, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

Well, well.

Hey Mama, is it true what they say,
that Papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama, some bad talk going around town
saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife.
And that ain't right.
Hey, talk about Papa doing some store front preaching.
Talked about saving souls and all the time leeching.
Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord.

Mama just hung her head and said,
"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
"Hey, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

Uh.

Hey Mama, I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades.
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills.
Hey Mama, folks say that Papa was never much on thinking.
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

And Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said,
"Son, Papa was a rolling stone. (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
"Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

"I said, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

seanz
02-25-2007, 06:17 AM
No mention of the greats?
Hurricane-Bob Dylan
Powderfinger-Neil Young