Teaching "Man Gave Names To All The Animals" (Bob Dylan cover)

A while ago a friend and I organized a summer learning course for kids (aged 5 to 8) called "Adventures in the English Language".
I took it upon myself to pick out a couple of children's songs and arrange them for guitar, so that we would all sing them together.
The kids enjoyed these so much I decided to record what I had come up with (at the end of the course each received my cd along with the lyrics printed out).

This was the piece they enjoyed the most! At first my colleague and I started by laying pictures and stuffed animals on the tatami in front of the kids (we were in a karate club), and after they got all the names, they started to hum, some shyly, others with confidence.
Eventually they got the whole song, and the chorus really came to life.

So, here is my humble recording of this masterpiece by Bob Dylan:

Man Gave Names

Enjoy.

Ilko Birov - A Bearable Lightness of Seeing (first take)

The Link to Soundcloud

I used to be myself
Would not be no-one else
And now I wake up, look at where
I stand

Can not get peace of mind
Ecstatic all the time
Stepped on a banana
Peel today

And you're the one to blame
For absolutely nothing
And everything all the same

And you're the one to blame
For instilling fear and trembling
Where there's nothing left but
Hopeless despair

Take back the fiery calls
All sacrifices stalled
There is no time to fool
About

Most relationships
Are flawed
Lamp-post lovers seem to
Know it all
So play it again

Put it away
And play it again


Me on Reverbnation

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go

I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin’s not right it’s wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Dragon clouds so high above
I’ve only known careless love
It’s always hit me from below
This time around it’s more correct
Right on target, so direct
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Purple clover, Queen Anne’s Lace
Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don’t know
Can’t remember what I was thinkin’ of
You might be spoilin’ me too much, love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time

Situations have ended sad
Relationships have all been bad
Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud
But there’s no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m doin’
Stayin’ far behind without you
Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin’ to

I’ll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I’ll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Bob Dylan's fifth track off the critically acclaimed Blood on The Tracks, said to be his most mature record.
And one of my favourite songs.








Check out this brilliant jazz version by Madeleine Peyroux

If you'd like to download the original song, click here

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Cash and Dylan

One thing cooler than the Dylan and The Band sessions is surely the Dylan and Cash sessions in February of 1969.


It's election day today in Bulgaria. Here are a couple of amazing recordings to make the day somewhat more exciting. Enjoy






















And without a doubt one of the sweetest songs, and one of my most favourite Dylan tunes, dones here on the Johnny Cash show:





And um, yeah. Go and vote.

Tommy's Reddit Requests: Satisfied Mind, Brubeck Medley/Birth of The Blues, Purple Haze

Facade Blues - Ilko Birov

Ilko Birov live at the Fabric Bar

You and I

don't you worry, there my honey
we might not have any money
but we've got our love to pay the bills

maybe I think you're cute and funny,
maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,
if you know what I mean

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there, you and I, you and I, you and I,

well you might be a bit confused
and you might be a little bit bruised
but baby how we spoon like no one else
so I will help you read those books
if you will soothe my worried looks
and we will put the lonesome on the shelf

oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there you and I, you and I, you and I

oh, lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there you and I, you and I, you and I

Southpaw

There I was, feeling like a dead cat sprayed upon
the main road. All colours gone now, only paint now
could be worse though, some are born as rats, you know.
I won't moan, no, I won't moan.

Even if the red planet blinds me
it's a sight I'd wish again to see
and it seems nothing else is interesting
as good things go by quickly

Four Letter Word (Demo) - Ilko Birov

Link to Reverbnation


Have you ever loved someone?
Been with them through thick and strong?
Listened to her all day long
Heard of all the good old songs
by other people everywhere
Singing about love

Four letters are in this word
Mix them up and it gets blurred
Say it right and you'll be heard
Say it right and you'll be heard
'Cause everybody wants to know you care
Even if you really aren't there

I flew towards a bridge the other day
I was so joyous that I simply could not stay on the ground beneath my feet
And the cops they came to meet me
One grabbed me by the shirt
Threw me in his car
Took me to a place

Downtown (many times)

So have you ever loved someone?
Been with her through thick and strong?
Listened to her all day long
Heard of all those good old songs
Of other people singing about love

Ilko Birov

A Place They Call The Machine - Ilko Birov

Click to get to Reverbnation


You're here, and I can see, that you're afraind
But don't be
They've got everything you need

It's like a story full of passion
You really feel alive

And you know, you know, you know, you know
you've really got no place to go
(Segregation, yet no crimes, people's tongues, race their minds)
It's just a place they call The Machine

Now, you want some television? Pop-corn or rice?
Perhaps a movie, perhaps two?
Want some television? Pop-corn or mice?

But you know, you know, you know, you know
You've really got nowhere to go
There's segregation, yet no crime, people's tongues, race their mind

That's what they call it, The Machine


humm, humm humm


Ilko Birov

Elliott Smith's Division Day Give-Away

Happy Birthday, Elliott

Suicide Squeeze blog post

The Drugs Don't Work (Cover)

At the Crossroads

Went down to the crossroads
Had myself a time
Down to the crossroads
Had myself a time
Nobody knew me, thought I was lying

I went down to Rosedale
Took my ride by my side
Went down to Rosedale
Took my ride by my side
Took a lot of thinkin', babe, woo-hoo, my whole life just passed me by

I went down to the crossroads
Tried to flag a ride
Down to the crossroads
Tried to flad a ride
No-body seemed to see me, woo-hoo, everybody passed me by

Been down to the ball park
Ask my friend poor Willie Brown
Down to the ball park
Ask my friend poor Willie Brown
Don't you got a light now, son? Woo-hoo, I believe it's time to go

I went down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
Went down to the crossroads
Fell on my bended knees
Begged the Lord above for mercy, woo-hoo, help me if you please

Hey Hey - Big Bill Broonzy

My instrumental rendition of this Big Bill Broonzy song

Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons (When I'm Gone) or Ilko Birov covers Paul Clayton

Sad Summer

I'm Only Sleeping (Acoustic Guitar Cover)

We were only sleeping

Won't you please, please help me

Converse - Ivan Landzhev & Ilko Birov

Иван Ланджев

The Book & The Blues Pt. 1

Hey Hey




Dumb






Married with Children





Cocaine Blues





God's Gonna Cut You Down





Before the show :)






More to come

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Poems in Two Volumes (1807)
William Wordsworth

Nothing's worse than a Suicide Chump (No disrespect to the victims of the events that took place tlweve years ago today)

Density 21.5 the human version

The Cuckoo

Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird
She sings while she flies
She never gets lonesome
Till the first day of July

I've gambled down in England
I've gambled in Spain
It's gambling that's brought me prison
It's gambling that's brought me pain

Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds
I've known you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and of gold

Oh the cuckoo She's a pretty bird
She warbles as she flies
And she never gets lonely
Till the fourth day of July

Stranger lady Stranger lady
Our eyes met once that night
I'll be there at your doorstep
Till the sun is shining bright

I wish I was a poet
An' could write a fine hand
I'd write my love a letter
Lord, she would understand

Три места

Токио има хора молещи за спасение
В Пловдив говорят за молове и изоставени кина
Студено е малко във Вакнувър


11 март 2011

Zioso

Page 313 of Cardan's Hieronymi Cardani Mediolensis opera omnia

Cardano

I found lots of information, as well as some texts, but what seems to make most sense is that his first guitar (given to him by his parents when he was 12) was a 1959 Futurama Grazioso

The curve underneath does resemble an i

Check out this website for more: zososymbol

The Book & The Blues photography

Представянето на книгата По вина на Боби Фишер в Петното на Роршах, на 22 февруари 2011. Снимки от Цвета Атанасова.

Ivan's blog

Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues

Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues

Well, I was feelin’ sad and feelin’ blue
I didn’t know what in the world I wus gonna do
Them Communists they wus comin’ around
They wus in the air
They wus on the ground
They wouldn’t gimme no peace . . .
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society
I got me a secret membership card
And started off a-walkin’ down the road
Yee-hoo, I’m a real John Bircher now!
Look out you Commies!
Now we all agree with Hitler’s views
Although he killed six million Jews
It don’t matter too much that he was a Fascist
At least you can’t say he was a Communist!
That’s to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria
Well, I wus lookin’ everywhere for them gol-darned Reds
I got up in the mornin’ ’n’ looked under my bed
Looked in the sink, behind the door
Looked in the glove compartment of my car
Couldn’t find ’em . . .
I wus lookin’ high an’ low for them Reds everywhere
I wus lookin’ in the sink an’ underneath the chair
I looked way up my chimney hole
I even looked deep down inside my toilet bowl
They got away . . .
Well, I wus sittin’ home alone an’ started to sweat
Figured they wus in my T.V. set
Peeked behind the picture frame
Got a shock from my feet, hittin’ right up in the brain
Them Reds caused it!
I know they did . . . them hard-core ones
Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone
Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
That ol’ Betsy Ross . . .
Well, I investigated all the books in the library
Ninety percent of ’em gotta be burned away
I investigated all the people that I knowed
Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go
The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me
Now Eisenhower, he’s a Russian spy
Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy
To my knowledge there’s just one man
That’s really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell
I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus
Well, I fin’ly started thinkin’ straight
When I run outa things to investigate
Couldn’t imagine doin’ anything else
So now I’m sittin’ home investigatin’ myself!
Hope I don’t find out anything . . . hmm, great God!


Bob Dylan

I must admit that despite the wild concert performances, I enjoy the non-live version of this song from The Witmark Demos most (and he doesn't even play the harmonica on this one). I've uploaded it for your listening pleasure at Megaupload, here

"I don't know what they're doin' talkin' New York to him"

Check out the history of this classic Dylan song here: click for the article in Wikipedia

And there's nothing wrong with this song

Spring is here again

Musical Moments in Time

"You walk into the room, with a pencil in your hand"

Cinderella, she seems so easy
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning
“You Belong to Me I Believe”
And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend
You better leave”
And the only sound that’s left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

"Play it fucking loud"