Songs about nomadic life, homelessness, etc.
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crofter
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Here's one.
Though they say they are comatose, not homeless.
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Though they say they are comatose, not homeless.
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Here you go - it is in Scots Gaelic. There's a translation here...
Fear-Allabain The Wanderer
‘Stric tha thu ‘g radh nach fhaigh thu cadal
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Mucht’ mat a tha thu a’ tamh a’s a bhaile
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
‘Smor tha an iondrainn a tha bhuat-sa
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Dhol leis a; ghaoith ghlan mar bu dual dhut
hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
‘S e do chridhe as fhearr a dh’aithnicheas
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
Cur an rathad mor fo d’ chasan-sa
The Wanderer
You often say you can’t get sleep
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Suffocating as you are in the city
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Much you long for what you lack
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
To go with the cleansing wind as heredity dictates
hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Your heart it is that knows best
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Set your feet on the highway
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Fear-Allabain The Wanderer
‘Stric tha thu ‘g radh nach fhaigh thu cadal
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Mucht’ mat a tha thu a’ tamh a’s a bhaile
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
‘Smor tha an iondrainn a tha bhuat-sa
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Dhol leis a; ghaoith ghlan mar bu dual dhut
hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
‘S e do chridhe as fhearr a dh’aithnicheas
Dean eirigh, eirigh faramach
Cur an rathad mor fo d’ chasan-sa
The Wanderer
You often say you can’t get sleep
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
Suffocating as you are in the city
Hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Much you long for what you lack
E hoireann o ro, a bhi e ho
To go with the cleansing wind as heredity dictates
hao ribhi eile, o hi a bho
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Your heart it is that knows best
Arise, arise and go with a shout of gladness
Set your feet on the highway
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I ain't got no address
I ain't got no zip code
The seat of my pants
That's where I blow my nose
The seat of my pants
Is shiny like aluminum foil
The more you look
The more you see the soil
That's 'cause I never wash
I never shave
I ain't gonna worry like no god damn slave
Lying in the gutter
In the water and the mud
I ain't got no zip code
The seat of my pants
That's where I blow my nose
The seat of my pants
Is shiny like aluminum foil
The more you look
The more you see the soil
That's 'cause I never wash
I never shave
I ain't gonna worry like no god damn slave
Lying in the gutter
In the water and the mud
Pleasant Travels
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUyKnEiv70Y
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMk92ijt9jM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lNX28cJvn8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKwXHDs1R6Y
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnN_Oz1U0RE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfq5b1bppJQ&list=PLnOjWfKpr8rPhEZDldbhp3N50FsbPayRB
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBN86y30Ufc&list=PLnOjWfKpr8rPhEZDldbhp3N50FsbPayRB&index=24
seak
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Ewan McColl - The Moving on Song
I have one CD in my car. I listen to CBC Radio, the Grateful Dead or my own thoughts. This song is number 10. Quite often, when it comes on, I press the repeat button and just let it play until the next time I turn the car off.
So Many Roads [Live in Chicago, July 9, 1995]
Grateful Dead
Thought I heard a blackbird singin'
Up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whinin' boy if you will
Born where the sun don't shine
And I don't deny my name
Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?
Thought I heard that KC whistle
Moanin' sweet & low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine
Underneath the Kokomo
Whinin' boy -- got no place else to go
So many roads I tell you
So many roads I know
So many roads --
So many roads --
Mountain high, river wide
So many roads to ride
So many roads
So many roads
Thought I heard a jug band playin'
"If you don't -- who else will?"
From over on the far side of the hill
All I know the sun don't shine,
The rain refuse to fall
And you don't seem to hear me when I call
Wind inside & the wind outside
Tangled in the window blind
Tell me why you treat me so unkind
Down where the sun don't shine
Lonely and I call your name
No place left to go, ain't that a shame?
So many roads I tell you
New York to San Francisco
All I want is one
To take me home
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads - So many roads
From the land of the midnight sun
Where ice blue roses grow
'Long those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin' wide or moanin low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul
Songwriters: Garcia Jerome J, Hunter Robert C
MG
So Many Roads [Live in Chicago, July 9, 1995]
Grateful Dead
Thought I heard a blackbird singin'
Up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whinin' boy if you will
Born where the sun don't shine
And I don't deny my name
Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?
Thought I heard that KC whistle
Moanin' sweet & low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine
Underneath the Kokomo
Whinin' boy -- got no place else to go
So many roads I tell you
So many roads I know
So many roads --
So many roads --
Mountain high, river wide
So many roads to ride
So many roads
So many roads
Thought I heard a jug band playin'
"If you don't -- who else will?"
From over on the far side of the hill
All I know the sun don't shine,
The rain refuse to fall
And you don't seem to hear me when I call
Wind inside & the wind outside
Tangled in the window blind
Tell me why you treat me so unkind
Down where the sun don't shine
Lonely and I call your name
No place left to go, ain't that a shame?
So many roads I tell you
New York to San Francisco
All I want is one
To take me home
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads - So many roads
From the land of the midnight sun
Where ice blue roses grow
'Long those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin' wide or moanin low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul
Songwriters: Garcia Jerome J, Hunter Robert C
MG
eDJ_
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[font=Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]For the new Nomads who are just getting started and may be inclined to traveling so much in their first days.....this could be their "anthem song". [/font]
[font=Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif](in time they will learn to plan for less hours of driving and more hours sight seeing or in camp where they can relax and enjoy the quality time [/font]that only an hour or two of travel from place to place can provide them).
Eddie Rabbitt
Driving My Life Away
[font=Tahoma,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif](in time they will learn to plan for less hours of driving and more hours sight seeing or in camp where they can relax and enjoy the quality time [/font]that only an hour or two of travel from place to place can provide them).
Eddie Rabbitt
Driving My Life Away
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Bob Dylan- Like A Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To have on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Source: LyricFind
[font=arial, sans-serif]Songwriters: Bob Dylan[/font]
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call say 'beware doll, you're bound to fall'
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh you've gone to the finest schools, alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To have on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him he calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Source: LyricFind
[font=arial, sans-serif]Songwriters: Bob Dylan[/font]
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[font=proxima-nova, sans-serif]...And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
...And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will[/font]
[font=proxima-nova, sans-serif]Metallica[/font]
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
...And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will[/font]
[font=proxima-nova, sans-serif]Metallica[/font]
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Townes Van Zandt, Snowing on Raton
"Mother thinks the road is long and lonely
Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine
Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely
I'm thankful that old road’s a friend of mine"
"Mother thinks the road is long and lonely
Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine
Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely
I'm thankful that old road’s a friend of mine"
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I love music of all genres. Here's just a few from my Traveling playlist
Movin Right Along - yes its from the muppets. Don't judge me!
I've Been Everywhere-Johnny Cash
Me and You and a Dog Named Boo - Lobo
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Movin Right Along - yes its from the muppets. Don't judge me!
I've Been Everywhere-Johnny Cash
Me and You and a Dog Named Boo - Lobo
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TravelingZombies
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Born to be wild by steppenwolf or Radar love by Golden earring.
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