Strange Rivers



There are voices in the mirror and there are faces at the door and they open on the rivers we’ve never seen before. And are there choices for the sparrow, or does he only fly high above the rivers pulling you and I?

There are strange rivers, rivers that you cannot see. And there are strange rivers who know our destiny. And there are strange rivers, and we’re sailors, you and me.

And he could have been a builder. He could have been the one. To turn his dreams to steel, cathedrals in the sun. And he could have been a builder. But then he bought the gun. There are forces in that river that keep him on the run.

Did you ever turn the corner, and you wonder why you did? Cause you haven’t been that way now since you were just a kid. And nothing really happened, but then you’ve got to say, that you wonder what would’ve happened had you gone the other way?
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Check out Sacco and Vanzetti, Lyrics J. Baez, music E. Morricone.A power ballad (in 3 parts) reflecting injustice, prejudice and suspicion against immigrants. A little known and largely forgotten story about false conviction and execution that was brought back to life in an intelligent well scripted and acted Italian production. Check it out, released in the US with subtitles.
I thought that voice sounded familiar — Linda Ronstadt on backups! Thanks for the tip.

Yeah and on probably his biggest hit Gold, Stevie Nicks!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3KGpIoE5CY

His biggest hit of course would be Daydream Believer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtOYNwhG0kQ

Oh what can it mean to a daydream deceiver and an old closet queen?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aG0pG4W-NI

Did any of you read my post where I mention being on American Bandstand?  Well, one of the cassette tapes I got from the rating-the-record segment was John Stewart's California Bloodlines.  I didn't like it on first listen, as his rolling baritone and songs of the good old days rubbed this anti-establishment hippie the wrong way, but it wasn't long before it became one of my favorite records.  When the cassette finally got too hissy & wowied to play, I bought the LP.  I adopted his style on both guitar and vocals.  My Grateful Dead loving friends sniffed in disgust.  Fifty-odd (very odd) years on I still love the guy.
Now Edcyn, as a certified Deadhead (I.e. attended dozens of concerts and don’t remember much about any of them), California Bloodlines is a great album. 
deadhead -- thanks for bridging a chasm that now stretches back over forty(!) years.  I gotta say, too, that though I was never a certified Dead fan like my rock-and-roll friends, I went to several Dead concerts.  And yes my mind expanded when they'd drift off into those atonal yet pentatonic psychedelic jams.