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1967. Charles Manson.
well, Manson was a depraved and restless soul, but an interesting songwriter as well. This was one of his sweeter tunes...
I recorded this a few weeks ago but pulled it from yootoob after I thought too hard about the moral implications. Anyway, a fellow member encouraged me to repost as he was keen on learning the song. So I humbly offer it up here.
This song is most often accused of being little more than a self indulgent rant. I always wonder whether commentaries would be so harsh had it been written by someone else. To me, the song follows a definite narrative progression: (i) a statement about one's home as being a place of peace and sanctity (ii) a plea to abandon the old rambling, rootless existence of youth and settle down, and finally (iii) the songs ends with a defiant assertion that love is the real secret to contentment, and that, happiness finds its home in he who carries love around on the inside.
One senses the desperate cries of a bruised and broken life in these lyrics. You be the judge.
This was my entry for the 23rd season of uke: HOMES and HOUSES. Thanks Sean. Blessings all and thankyou for watching. I'll post lyrics and chords below...
well, Manson was a depraved and restless soul, but an interesting songwriter as well. This was one of his sweeter tunes...
I recorded this a few weeks ago but pulled it from yootoob after I thought too hard about the moral implications. Anyway, a fellow member encouraged me to repost as he was keen on learning the song. So I humbly offer it up here.
This song is most often accused of being little more than a self indulgent rant. I always wonder whether commentaries would be so harsh had it been written by someone else. To me, the song follows a definite narrative progression: (i) a statement about one's home as being a place of peace and sanctity (ii) a plea to abandon the old rambling, rootless existence of youth and settle down, and finally (iii) the songs ends with a defiant assertion that love is the real secret to contentment, and that, happiness finds its home in he who carries love around on the inside.
One senses the desperate cries of a bruised and broken life in these lyrics. You be the judge.
This was my entry for the 23rd season of uke: HOMES and HOUSES. Thanks Sean. Blessings all and thankyou for watching. I'll post lyrics and chords below...