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ringing out in the early morning?
Did I hear you singing right through the night,
out there while I was rolling?
Did you see my brother lying in the ditch,
knuckles all scraped and the powder on him
passing like a shadow right through the night,
through my days and through my mind?
Love is dead and truth is empty
it won't heal and it won't save me.
See that girl in the checked white skirt
I'll hold her tonight and maybe it'll work
Love is all,
a white dove in the snow,
passing through,
like a bright new moon.
Mama froze.
Women's blood once flowed.
Death runs deep in this family.
Write your song for the left and only.
Lost my arm in the first great war.
Wish I'd never learned that piano before.
See my brother drinking from the glass.
They say he died with his eyes wide open.
Poison flowing right through the veins.
Glass of milk fell from his hands.
Love is all.
Find the right way home.
Time is all.
Find the right way home.
Powder moon.
Find the right way home.
Time is all.
Find the right way home.
Hey there now did you hear my voice,
ringing out in the early morning?
Did you hear me singing right through the night?
I wonder if you'll ever get tired of this.
Death runs deep in this family.
Write your song for the left and only.
Lost my arm in the first great war.
Wish I'd never learned that piano before. (repeat)
Love is all.
Find the right way home.
Time is all
Find the right way home.
Powder moon
Find the right way home.
Time is all.
Find the right way home.
Regardless of how hard I might try... my apologies if I start snoring.
Mouthbreather.
Yes, the album title makes me wonder if there are any examples somewhere. Maybe something like "Dennis and Edna sinned."
Ray Monk writes that Karl's aim was to turn his sons into captains of industry; they were not sent to school lest they acquire bad habits, but were educated at home to prepare them for work in Karl's industrial empire. Three of the five brothers would later commit suicide. Psychiatrist Michael Fitzgerald argues that Karl was a harsh perfectionist who lacked empathy, and that Wittgenstein's mother was anxious and insecure, unable to stand up to her husband. Johannes Brahms said of the family, whom he visited regularly: "They seemed to act towards one another as if they were at court." The family appeared to have a strong streak of depression running through it. Anthony Gottlieb tells a story about Paul practicing on one of the seven grand pianos in the Wittgensteins' main family mansion, when he suddenly shouted at Ludwig in the next room: "I cannot play when you are in the house, as I feel your scepticism seeping towards me from under the door!"
The family Palais housed seven grand pianos and each of the siblings pursued music "with an enthusiasm that, at times, bordered on the pathological." The eldest brother, Hans, was hailed as a musical prodigy. At the age of four, writes Alexander Waugh, Hans could identify the Doppler effect in a passing siren as a quarter-tone drop in pitch, and at five started crying "Wrong! Wrong!" when two brass bands in a carnival played the same tune in different keys. But he died in mysterious circumstances in May 1902, when he ran away to America and disappeared from a boat in Chesapeake Bay, most likely having committed suicide.
Two years later, aged 22 and studying chemistry at the Berlin Academy, the third eldest brother, Rudi, committed suicide in a Berlin bar. He had asked the pianist to play Thomas Koschat's "Verlassen, verlassen, verlassen bin ich" ("Forsaken, forsaken, forsaken am I"), before mixing himself a drink of milk and potassium cyanide. He had left several suicide notes, one to his parents that said he was grieving over the death of a friend, and another that referred to his "perverted disposition". It was reported at the time that he had sought advice from the Scientific-Humanitarian Committee, an organization that was campaigning against Paragraph 175 of the German Criminal Code, which prohibited homosexual sex. His father forbade the family from ever mentioning his name again.
“I won't say 'See you tomorrow' because that would be like predicting the future, and I'm pretty sure I can't do that.”The second eldest brother, Kurt, an officer and company director, shot himself on 27 October 1918 at the end of World War I, when the Austrian troops he was commanding refused to obey his orders and deserted en masse. According to Gottlieb, Hermine had said Kurt seemed to carry "...the germ of disgust for life within himself." Later Wittgenstein wrote: "I ought to have... become a star in the sky. Instead of which I have remained stuck on earth."
Thanks for this. I followed many of the links. I find a bit fascinating that a song, this song, was written for this unusual theme.
And, count on RP to play it. Thanks B&R.
Nice tune. I kind of thought this was going to be 'Restless Fugitive' by Willy Mason the first couple of times it came on.
Ray Monk writes that Karl's aim was to turn his sons into captains of industry; they were not sent to school lest they acquire bad habits, but were educated at home to prepare them for work in Karl's industrial empire. Three of the five brothers would later commit suicide. Psychiatrist Michael Fitzgerald argues that Karl was a harsh perfectionist who lacked empathy, and that Wittgenstein's mother was anxious and insecure, unable to stand up to her husband. Johannes Brahms said of the family, whom he visited regularly: "They seemed to act towards one another as if they were at court." The family appeared to have a strong streak of depression running through it. Anthony Gottlieb tells a story about Paul practicing on one of the seven grand pianos in the Wittgensteins' main family mansion, when he suddenly shouted at Ludwig in the next room: "I cannot play when you are in the house, as I feel your scepticism seeping towards me from under the door!"
The family Palais housed seven grand pianos and each of the siblings pursued music "with an enthusiasm that, at times, bordered on the pathological." The eldest brother, Hans, was hailed as a musical prodigy. At the age of four, writes Alexander Waugh, Hans could identify the Doppler effect in a passing siren as a quarter-tone drop in pitch, and at five started crying "Wrong! Wrong!" when two brass bands in a carnival played the same tune in different keys. But he died in mysterious circumstances in May 1902, when he ran away to America and disappeared from a boat in Chesapeake Bay, most likely having committed suicide.
Two years later, aged 22 and studying chemistry at the Berlin Academy, the third eldest brother, Rudi, committed suicide in a Berlin bar. He had asked the pianist to play Thomas Koschat's "Verlassen, verlassen, verlassen bin ich" ("Forsaken, forsaken, forsaken am I"), before mixing himself a drink of milk and potassium cyanide. He had left several suicide notes, one to his parents that said he was grieving over the death of a friend, and another that referred to his "perverted disposition". It was reported at the time that he had sought advice from the Scientific-Humanitarian Committee, an organization that was campaigning against Paragraph 175 of the German Criminal Code, which prohibited homosexual sex. His father forbade the family from ever mentioning his name again.
“I won't say 'See you tomorrow' because that would be like predicting the future, and I'm pretty sure I can't do that.”The second eldest brother, Kurt, an officer and company director, shot himself on 27 October 1918 at the end of World War I, when the Austrian troops he was commanding refused to obey his orders and deserted en masse. According to Gottlieb, Hermine had said Kurt seemed to carry "...the germ of disgust for life within himself." Later Wittgenstein wrote: "I ought to have... become a star in the sky. Instead of which I have remained stuck on earth."
Thank you, easmann! Hope life is grand for you right now...
this song is marvelous...
Um , no .
Try to keep up will `ya ?
I can walk over to the National Archives to see ours. That great beautiful document preserved for all eternity...And where's yours?
bullshit
Um , no .
Try to keep up will `ya ?
Whether you count them as legitimate governments or not , (and who are you btw ?) , Canada does indeed have a Constitution .
It`s one of the oldest in the world , as a matter of FACT , not speculation , or conjecture .
It sprung from the Royal Proclamation of 1763 ............
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constitution_of_Canada
bullshit
But I still find the music and voice really boring. Sorry.
Lazarus wrote:
This song is a reference to the linguist Ludwig Josef Johann Wittgenstein... intriguing tune...
"The limits of my language are the limits of my world." ("Die grenzen meiner sprache sind die grenzen meiner welt.") —Ludwig Wittgenstein
oops... I was wrong... this song is about Ludwig's brother—
Paul Wittgenstein (November 5, 1887 – March 3, 1961) was an Austrian-born concert pianist who became known for commissioning new piano concerti for the left hand alone, following the amputation of his right arm during the First World War. He devised novel techniques, including pedal and hand-movement combinations, that allowed him to play chords previously regarded as impossible for a five-fingered pianist.
He was the brother of the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein.
“Wittgenstein’s Arm” is inspired by reading about Paul Wittgenstein and their whole family and it was quite a dark story. His four brothers were killed; he had this crazy family that was ripped apart by war. The interesting thing to me was that he was this musician who lost his arm in the war and came back and became really, really famous as a one-armed piano player.
Agreed. I kept singing Springsteen's 'Used Cars' over this.
Dear Laz,
Who the fuck are you?
rdo
I be the holy ghost of big stud Romeo Tuma... I got burned at the stake here in paradise by an angry mob of unsophisticated tone-deaf peasants...
everybody in my mushrooming multitude of churches be dancing buck ass naked all over the world like bowlegged gypsy muleskinners... we love this song... it tweaks our nipples... love sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll...
Chill out! We should be about the music here.
Leave the Snowdens, spys and scumbags of the
world to the long arm of the laws of their respective governments.
(imho)
As for Canada and the UK, I do not count them as legitimate governments. They are a monarchy. Canadians are the loyal subjects to the queen of England. They do not have a constitution.
Whether you count them as legitimate governments or not , (and who are you btw ?) , Canada does indeed have a Constitution .
It`s one of the oldest in the world , as a matter of FACT , not speculation , or conjecture .
It sprung from the Royal Proclamation of 1763 ............
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constitution_of_Canada
I prefer the term "whistleblower" for Snowden, and for Assange as well. Of course, I might have a different perspective, not working for a corrupt government...
According to Transparency International, the US is ranked 19th in corruption, just slightly behind the UK and ahead of France. Canada does pretty good, ranked in a tie for 9th place.
France, however, is currently on its 5th republic. No, that is not a typo. France has indeed gone through five republics (and a few monarchies! and the Vichy regime!!) in the same amount time that the USA has had one continuous republic. Next time you hear someone say that Europe is “older” and more “sophisticated”, you may want to point that out to them. Also note, while US was having the great liberal presidency of FDR, the French, under Marshal Petain, were exporting their Jewish citizens to Hitler’s gas chambers. The Vichy government actively pursued this agenda. In other words, they did this willingly.
As for Canada and the UK, I do not count them as legitimate governments. They are a monarchy. Canadians are the loyal subjects to the queen of England. They do not have a constitution. The queen deigns to allow her subjects to self-govern. This could be revoked at any time (she has the power to dissolve parliament). This is not a mere technicality, as some would lead you to believe.
Rule Britannia!
Very funny Lazarus. No, not a spy like your friend Snowden. Heard from him lately? Send him my regards. If you've seen him, please tell him to rush home. We have a nice warm prison cell awaiting him. Say hello to Julian while you're at it.
I prefer the term "whistleblower" for Snowden, and for Assange as well. Of course, I might have a different perspective, not working for a corrupt government...
marvelous song... and I can tell Halstead was only playing the piano with one hand when he recorded it...
(rdo, I know you are a government spy!!)
Very funny Lazarus. No, not a spy like your friend Snowden. Heard from him lately? Send him my regards. If you've seen him, please tell him to rush home. We have a nice warm prison cell awaiting him. Say hello to Julian while you're at it.
marvelous song... and I can tell Halstead was only playing the piano with one hand when he recorded it...
This song is a reference to the linguist Ludwig Josef Johann Wittgenstein... intriguing tune...
"The limits of my language are the limits of my world." ("Die grenzen meiner sprache sind die grenzen meiner welt.") —Ludwig Wittgenstein
oops... I was wrong... this song is about Ludwig's brother—
Paul Wittgenstein (November 5, 1887 – March 3, 1961) was an Austrian-born concert pianist who became known for commissioning new piano concerti for the left hand alone, following the amputation of his right arm during the First World War. He devised novel techniques, including pedal and hand-movement combinations, that allowed him to play chords previously regarded as impossible for a five-fingered pianist.
He was the brother of the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein.
“Wittgenstein’s Arm” is inspired by reading about Paul Wittgenstein and their whole family and it was quite a dark story. His four brothers were killed; he had this crazy family that was ripped apart by war. The interesting thing to me was that he was this musician who lost his arm in the war and came back and became really, really famous as a one-armed piano player.
Dear Laz,
Who the fuck are you?
rdo
Everybody in my church loves this song...
This song is a reference to the linguist Ludwig Josef Johann Wittgenstein... intriguing tune...
"The limits of my language are the limits of my world." ("Die grenzen meiner sprache sind die grenzen meiner welt.") —Ludwig Wittgenstein
oops... I was wrong... this song is about Ludwig's brother—
Paul Wittgenstein (November 5, 1887 – March 3, 1961) was an Austrian-born concert pianist who became known for commissioning new piano concerti for the left hand alone, following the amputation of his right arm during the First World War. He devised novel techniques, including pedal and hand-movement combinations, that allowed him to play chords previously regarded as impossible for a five-fingered pianist.
He was the brother of the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein.
“Wittgenstein’s Arm” is inspired by reading about Paul Wittgenstein and their whole family and it was quite a dark story. His four brothers were killed; he had this crazy family that was ripped apart by war. The interesting thing to me was that he was this musician who lost his arm in the war and came back and became really, really famous as a one-armed piano player.
Sehcnuh emordnilap.
Very pleasant.
- Ricky Bobby