Saturday, March 8, 2008


The Cowboy Junkies: To Live Is To Fly (Townes Van Zandt Cover)


We're playing requests now on the bandstand. This one comes from a half-Canadian anonymous commenter who chimed in on Monday's post. Thanks to all!

Six Songs isn't the only blog to love The Cowboy Junkies or Townes, but we've got them both covered in one great song.

I'll miss the system here
The bottom's low and the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think too much
On the things you leave behind...


(Any ideas for next week's theme?)

Friday, March 7, 2008


Nomeansno: Rags And Bones

[out of print]

Because we love our commenters and a good jazzcore tune. This one comes from the classic album Wrong by Nomeansno. This songs really rocks. Really.

"I am married to a cigarette butt lying in the gutter."


Thursday, March 6, 2008


The Band: Across The Great Divide


Rock music does not get better.

Now Molly dear, don't ya shed a tear, your time will surely come,
You'll feed your man chicken ev'ry sunday,
Now tell me, hon, what-cha done with the gun...


Wednesday, March 5, 2008


Joni Mitchell: Coyote


Here is the lead track from Joni's underrated Hejira album. It's got a great laid-back feel. And Joni is a giant in our eyes.

He had those same eyes - just like yours
Under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms
And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play


Tuesday, March 4, 2008


Leonard Cohen: The Future (Single Version)


Here's one from another great Canadian songwriter.

I've seen the future brother, it is murder.


Monday, March 3, 2008


Neil Young: Crime In The City (Sixty To Zero Part 1)


In an effort to add a bit more continuity to the presentation, Six Songs is going to start having theme weeks. This week's theme: CANADA! We love Canada. Nice people. Trees. Clean cities. Moose. And good music, eh?

All songs this week will be from artists associated with the "Great White North."

The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said, "What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong."
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, "Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone."