THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE, I'M GONNA LET IT SHINE

Charles, bring us home!

I want you all to rise from your seats now please and join us!
Come on now! Here we go!

Well now, this little light of mine, yeah I'm gonna let it shine
Well now, this little light of mine, yeah I'm gonna let it shine
Well now, this little light of mine, yeah I'm gonna let it shine

Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Gonna let my little light shine

Well jesus gave me light (Jesus gave me light), 

I'm gonna let it shine (I'm gonna let it shine)
Well now Jesus gave me light (Jesus gave me light), 

and I'm gonna let it shine (I'm gonna let it shine)
Well now Jesus gave me light (Jesus gave me light), I'm gonna let it shine

Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)

I'm gonna let my little light shine

Well this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Well now, this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Well now, this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine

Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)

Gonna let my little light shine
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(Monday), Gave me the gift of love
(Tuesday), Peace came from above
(Wednesday), Told me to have more faith
(Thursday), Gave me a little more grace
(Friday), Told me to watch and pray
(Saturday), Told me what to say
(Sunday), Gave me the power divine
This little light of mine

This little light of mine, whoa! I'm gonna let it shine, whoa!
This little light of mine, yeah! I'm gonna let it shine, whoa!
This little light of mine, this light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine

Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Gonna let my little light shine, whoa!

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, whoa!
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, whoaaa!
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine

Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
Every day (every day), every day (every day), can't hold on to it
Every day (every day), every day (every day), gotta save with someone
Every day (every day), every day (every day), don't let go
Every day (every day), shine every day

I'm gonna let my little light shine, let my little light shine

Yeah!

Well this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Well now, this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine

Bruce Springsteen

GROWIN' UP, THE FLAG OF PIRACY FLEW FROM MY MAST

Well I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair 'til it was just right
And commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain
And I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone
And came out with my soul untouched

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
But when they said, "Sit down," I stood up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up

The flag of piracy flew from my mast
My sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate
She couldn't sail but she sure could sing
I pushed B-52 and bombed them with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing

I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd
But when they said, "Come down," I threw up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up
Work it back now

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere
And you know it's really hard to hold your breath
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth
But I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe
In the engine of an old parked car

I hid in the mother breast of the crowd
But when they said, "Pull down," I pulled up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
But when they said, "Sit down," I stood up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up

Bruce Springsteen

WE'LL ALL BE REUNITED ON THAT NEW SUNLIT SHORE

We are all trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those that've gone before
We'll all be reunited
On that new and sunlit shore

When the saints marching in
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want be in that number
When the saints go marching in

And when the sun refuses to shine
When the sun refuses to shine
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
Oh when the saints go marching in

And when the trumpet sounds its call
When the trumpet sounds its call
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the trumpet sounds its call

When the saints marching in
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

And some say that this world of trouble
Is the only one we'll ever see
But I'm waiting for that morning
When the new world is revealed

Oh when the moon turns red with blood
Oh when the moon turns red with blood
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the moon turns red with blood

When the saints (oh when the saints) go marching in (go marching in)
When the saints go marching in (go marching in)
Lord, how I want (Lord, how I want) to be in that number (be in that number)
When the saints go marching in

Oh when the saints (oh when the saints) go marching in (go marching in)
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Lord, how I want (Lord, how I want) be in that number (to be in that number)
When the saints (when the saints) go marching in (go marching in)

When the saints marching in
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Bruce Springsteen 

WE SHALL OVERCOME, WE SHALL LIVE IN PEACE SOMEDAY

Hey, we shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darling, here in my heart, yeah, I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Well, we'll walk hand in hand, we'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand someday
Darling, here in my heart, yeah, I do believe
We'll walk hand in hand someday

Well, we shall live in peace, we shall live in peace
We shall live in peace someday
Darling, here in my heart, yeah, I do believe
We shall live in peace someday

Well, we are not afraid, we are not afraid
We shall overcome someday
Yeah, here in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Hey, we shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darling, here in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome someday
We shall overcome someday

Well, we are not afraid, we are not afraid
We shall overcome someday
Yeah, here in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Bruce Springsteen 

PAY ME OR GO TO JAIL, PAY ME MY MONEY DOWN

I thought I heard the Captain say
Pay me my money down
Tomorrow is our sailing day
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

As soon as that boat was clear of the bar
Pay me my money down
He knocked me down with a spar
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Come on!

Well, if I'd been a rich man's son
Pay me my money down
I'd sit on the river and watch it run
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

All right, everybody
Let's bring it up to B flat
A one, two, three!

Well, I wish I was Mr. Gates
Pay me my money down
They'd haul my money in in crates
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Well, 40 nights, nights at sea
Pay me my money down
Captain worked every last dollar out of me
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down
Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down
Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Bruce Springsteen

THE BOSS DON'T DIG ME, HE PUT ME ON THE NIGHTSHIFT

Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out, she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash, checked the plugs and points
Well, I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint

Early North Jersey, industrial skyline
I'm a all-set Cobra Jet, creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm runnin' late
This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape

Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift
Takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee, wee hours, your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight, good luck, one-two, powershift

I met Wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter at the Route 60 Bob's Big Boy
Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on Scrap Metal Hill
With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

Well, 5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop  -wipe the windshield, check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
Sit tight, little mama, I'm-a comin' 'round
I got-a three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with Gospel stations
Lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey Mr. DJ, won't you hear my last prayer?
Hey ho, rock 'n' roll, deliver me from nowhere

Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight, good luck, one-two, powershift

Bruce Springsteen 

HOW CAN A POOR MAN STAND SUCH TIMES AND LIVE

Well, the doctor comes around with a face so bright
And he says: In a little while, you'll be all right
But all he gives is a humbug pill
A dose of dope and a great big bill
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

He says: Me and my old school pals had some might high times 'round here
And what happened to you poor black folks, well, it just ain't fair
He took a look around, gave a little pep talk
Said: I'm with you, then he took a little walk
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

There's bodies floatin' on Canal and the levees gone to hell
Martha, get me my sixteen gauge and some dry shells
Them who's got got out of town
And them who ain't got left to drown
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

I got family scattered from Texas to Baltimore
And I ain't got no home in this world no more
Gonna be a judgment, that's a fact
A righteous train rollin' down this track
How can a poor man stand such times and live?
How can a poor man stand such times and live?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

 

 How can a poor man stand such times and live?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Bruce Springsteen

EVERY NEW RUNG JUST, JUST MAKES US STRONGER

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah, we're brothers, sisters, all

Every rung goes higher and higher
Every rung goes higher and higher
Every rung goes higher and higher
We are brothers, sisters, all
Come on now!

Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Yeah, we are brothers and sisters, all
Yeah, play it!

Ah, come on, horn section, play it, go!

All right!

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah, we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, all
All right, Charlie!

We are climbing higher and higher
Yeah, we are climbing higher and higher
Yeah, we are climbing higher and higher
Yeah, we are brothers and sisters, all
Yes! Yes!

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah, we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, all

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah, we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, all

Bruce Springsteen

OH, MRS. MCGRATH! ALL FOREIGN WARS I DO PROCLAIM

"Oh, Mrs McGrath, " the sergeant said
"Would you like a soldier in your son Ted
With a scarlett coat and a big cocked hat
Oh, Mrs McGrath, wouldn't you like that?"

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

Now, Mrs McGrath lived on the shore
And after seven years or more
She spied a ship come into the bay
With her son from far away

"Oh captain dear, where have you been
You've been sailing the Mediterranean
Have you news of my son Ted
Is he living or is he dead?"

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

Up came Ted without any legs
And in their place, two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two
And said "My god, Ted is it you?"

"Now were you drunk or were you blind
When you left your two fine legs behind
Or was it walking upon the sea
That wore your two fine legs away?"

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

"No, I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind
When I left my two fine legs behind
A cannon ball on the fifth of May
Tore my two fine legs away"

"Oh, Teddyboy," the widow cried
"Your two fine legs were your mother's pride
Stumps of a tree won't do at all
Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?"

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

All foreign wars I do proclaim
Live on the blood and the mother's pain
I'd rather have my son as he used to be
Than the King of America and his whole navy

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a
With your too-ri-a, fol-diddle-di-a, too-ri, oor-ri, oor-ri-a

Now, Mrs McGrath lived on the shore
And after seven years or more
She spied a ship come into the bay
With her son from far away

Bruce Springsteen

WHEN IT’S YOUR BROTHER, YOU LOOK THE OTHER WAY

My name is Joe Roberts
I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville
Barracks Number 8
I always done an honest job
As honest as I could
I got a brother named Frankie
And Frankie ain't no good

Now, ever since we was young kids
It's been the same comedown
I get a call on the shortwave
Frankie's in trouble downtown
Well, if it was any other man
I'd put him straight away
But when it's your brother
Sometimes you look the other way

Yeah, me and Frankie laughing and drinking
Nothing feels better than blood on blood
Taking turns dancing with Maria
As the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying
Like any brother would
A man turns his back on his family
Well, he just ain't no good

Well, Frankie went in the army
Back in 1965
I got a farm deferment
Settled down, took Maria for my wife
But them wheat prices kept on dropping
'Til it was like we were getting robbed
Frankie came home in '68
And me, I took this job

Yeah, we're laughing and drinking
Nothing feels better than blood on blood
Taking turns dancing with Maria
As the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying
Teach him how to walk that line
A man turns his back on his family
He ain't no friend of mine

Well, the night was like any other
I got a call 'bout quarter to nine
There was trouble in a roadhouse
Out on the Michigan line
There was a kid lying on the floor, looking bad
Bleeding hard from his head
There was a girl crying at a table
And it was Frank, they said

Well, I went out and I jumped in my car
And I hit the lights
Well, I must've done a hundred and ten
Through Michigan County that night
It was out at the crossroads
Down 'round Willow Bank
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates
Behind the wheel was Frank
Well, I chased him through them county roads
'Til a sign said "Canadian border, five miles from here"
I pulled over on the side of the highway
And watched his taillights disappear

Me and Frankie laughing and drinking
Nothing feels better than blood on blood
Taking turns dancing with Maria
As the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying
Like any brother would
A man turns his back on his family
Well, he just ain't no good

I catch him when he's straying
Teach him how to walk that line
A man turns his back on his family
He ain't no friend of mine

Bruce Springsteen

EVERYTHING EXCEPT MY MORTGAGE BLOWN AWAY

 When they opened up the strip, I was young and full of zip
I wanted some place to call my home
And so I made the race, and I staked me out a place
And I settled down along the Cimarron

It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away)
My Oklahoma home, it blown away
Well, it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there
My Oklahoma home is blown away

Well, I planted wheats and oats, got some chickens and some shoats
Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face
Got a mule to pull the plow, I got an old red muley cow
And I also got a fancy mortgage on this place

Well, it blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away)
All the crops that I've planted blown away
Well, you can't grow any grain if you ain't got any rain
Everything except my mortgage blown away

Come on!

Well, it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there
I figured I was all set for life
I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest
Then I went to town to pick me out a wife

She blowed away (Blown away), she blowed away (Blown away)
My Oklahoma woman blown away
Mister, as I bent to kiss her, she was picked up by a twister
My Oklahoma woman blown away

Well, then I was left alone just listening to the moan
Of the wind around the corners of my shack
So I took off down the road, yeah, when the south wind blowed
I traveled with the wind upon my back

I blowed away (Blown away), I blowed away (Blown away)
Chasing that dust cloud up ahead
Well, once it looked so green and fair, and now it's up in the air
My Oklahoma farm is over head

And now I'm always close to home, it don't matter where I roam
For Oklahoma dust is everywhere
Makes no difference where I'm walking, I can hear my chickens squawking
I can hear my wife a-talking in the air

It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away)
Yeah, my Oklahoma home is blown away
But my home, Sir, is always near, it's up here in the atmosphere
My Oklahoma home is blown away

Come on!

Well, I'm a roam'n Oklahoman, but I'm always close to home
And I'll never get homesick until I die
'Cause no matter where I'm found, my home's all around
My Oklahoma home is in the sky

It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away)
And my farm down on Cimarron
But now all around the world wherever dust is swirled
There is some from my Oklahoma home

It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away)
Yeah, my Oklahoma home is blown away
Yeah, it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud over n' by
My Oklahoma home is blown away
Yeah!

Come blow that horn now, thank you!

Come on, one more time!

Well, it's blown away (Blown away), blown away (Blown away)
Oh, my Oklahoma home is blown away
Yeah, it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud over n' by
My Oklahoma home is in the sky
Yeah!

 

It blowed away (Blown away), it blowed away (Blown away)
Yeah, my Oklahoma home is blown away
But my home, Sir, is always near, it's up here in the atmosphere
My Oklahoma home is blown away

Bruce Springsteen 

ERIE CANAL, AND YOU'LL ALWAYS KNOW YOUR NEIGHBOR

I've got a mule, and her name is Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
She's a good old worker and a good old pal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

We hauled some barges in our day
Filled with lumber, coal, and hay
We know every inch of the way
From Albany to Buffalo

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, yeah, we're coming to a town
And you'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If you ever navigated on the Erie Canal

We'd better look around for a job, old gal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
You can bet your life I'll never part with Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

Get up, mule, here comes a lock
We'll make Rome about six o'clock
One more trip, and back we'll go
Right back home to Buffalo

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town
You'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If you ever navigated on the Erie Canal

Where would I be if I lost my pal?
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
I'd like to see a mule good as my Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

A friend of mine once got her sore
Now he's got a broken jaw
Because she let fly with an iron toe
And kicked him back to Buffalo

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, yeah, we're coming to a town
And you'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If you ever navigated on the Erie Canal
Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town
And you'll always know your neighbor
And you'll always know your pal
If you ever navigated on the Erie Canal
Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, we're coming to a town
Ooooooo...

Low bridge, everybody down
Low bridge, yeah, we're coming to a town

Bruce Springsteen 

MARY DON'T YOU WEEP, THIS OLD WORLD IS GONNA ROCK

Well if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Well Mary wore three links and chains
On every link was Jesus' name
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep
Go!

Go!

Well one of these nights bout 12 o'clock
This old world is gonna rock
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
Smote' the water with a two by four
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Alright!

(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't you weep)

Well old Mr. Satan he got mad
Missed that soul that he thought he had
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Brothers and sisters don't you cry
There'll be good times by and by
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Well O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Solo, try it out!
(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't you weep)
Hey!

Drums!

God gave Noah the rainbow sign
"No more water but fire next time"
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Everybody!
(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't you weep)

O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn
Pharaoh's army got drownded
Oooooooh, Mary don't yoooooou

(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn)
(O Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn)
(Pharaoh's army got drownded)
(O Mary don't you weep)

Brothers and sisters don't you cry
There'll be good times by and by
Pharaoh's army got drownded
O Mary don't you weep

Bruce Springsteen

FUTHER ON, ONE SUNNY MORNIN' WE'LL RISE I KNOW

Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed
Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold
Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold
I'll meet you further on up the road

Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring
My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing
I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Where the way dark and the night is cold
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

Now I been out in the desert, just doin' my time
Searchin' through the dust, lookin' for a sign
If there's a light up ahead well brother I don't know
But I got this fever burnin' in my soul
So let's take the good times as they go
And I'll meet you further on up the road

Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road
Further on up the road

One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road

Further on up the road
Where the way dark and the night is cold
One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know
And I'll meet you further on up the road.

Bruce Springsteen

I CAME FOR YOU, YOUR LIFE WAS ONE LONG EMERGENCY

Princess cards, she sends me
With her regards
Oh, bar room eyes shine vacancy
To see her, you gotta look hard
Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted
To her Cheshire smile, I'll stand on file
She's all I ever wanted

Oh, but you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts
Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back
You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks
You said, "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks"
But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see that too

I came for you, for you
I came for you, but you did not need my urgency
I came for you, for you
I came for you, but your life was one long emergency
And your cloud line urges me
Oh, and my electric surges free

Well, crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak
Oh, reveal yourself all now to me, girl, while you've got the strength to speak
'Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue
With their oxygen masks
But I could give it all to you now
If only you could ask

Oh, and don't call for your surgeon, even he says it's too late
It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate
Don't give me money, honey, I don't want it back
You and your pony face and your Union Jack

Well, take your local joker and teach him how to act
I swear I was never that way, even when I really cracked
Didn't ya think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive?
Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound
And your Chelsea suicide, with no apparent motive
You could laugh and cry in a single sound

And your strength is devastating
In the face of all these odds
Remember how I kept you waiting
When it was my turn to be the god?

You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach
Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach?
And the band, they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek?
Yeah, that ragged, jagged melody, she still clings to me like a leech

That medal you wore on your chest always got in the way
Like a little girl with a trophy, so soft to buy her way
We were both hitchhikers, but you had your ears tuned to the roar
Of some metal-tempered engine on an alien distant shore
So you left to find a better reason than the one we were living for
And it's not that nursery mouth I came back for
It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor
'Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors
And who am I to ask you to lick my sores?
And you should know that's true...

I came for you, for you
I came for you, but you did not need my urgency
I came for you, for you
I came for you, your life was one long emergency
And your cloud line urges me
Oh, and my electric surges free

I came for you, for you
I came for you, but you did not need my urgency
I came for you, for you
I came for you, your life was one long emergency
And your cloud line urges me
Oh, and my electric surges free

NOW EVERYONE DREAMS OF A LOVE LASTING AND TRUE

We said we'd walk together baby come what may
That come the twilight should we lose our way
If as we're walking a hand should slip free
I'll wait for you
And should I fall behind
Wait for me

We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side
We'd help each other stay in stride
But each lover's steps fall so differently
But I'll wait for you
And if I should fall behind
Wait for me

Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true
But you and I know what this world can do
So let's make our steps clear that the other may see
And I'll wait for you
If I should fall behind
Wait for me

Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed
Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees
I'll wait for you
And should I fall behind
Wait for me
Darlin' I'll wait for you
Should I fall behind
Wait for me

 

Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true
But you and I know what this world can do
So let's make our steps clear that the other may see
And I'll wait for you
If I should fall behind
Wait for me

Bruce Springsteen 

BUT JUST TO SAY I MISS YOU, BABY GOOD LUCK, GOODBYE

Two, three, four
Hey
Hey

Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say

Me and you, we've known each other
Ever since we were 16
I wished I would have known
I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean

Now you hung with me when all the others
Turned away turned up their nose
We liked the same music, we liked the same bands
We liked the same clothes

Yeah, we told each other
That we were the wildest
The wildest things we'd ever seen

Now I wished you would have told me
I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean
Now we went walking in the rain
Talking about the pain from the world we hid
Now there ain't nobody, nowhere, no how
Gonna ever understand me the way you did

Well, maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere
In some bus or train travelling along
In some motel room, there'll be a radio playing
And you'll hear me sing this song

Well, if you do, you'll know I'm thinking of you
And all the miles in between
And I'm just calling one last time
Not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you, baby
Good luck, goodbye
Bobby Jean

Well, if you do, you'll know I'm thinking of you
And all the miles in between
And I'm just calling one last time
Not to change your mind
But just to say I miss you, baby
Good luck, goodbye
Bobby Jean

Bruce Springsteen 

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMIN', BUT NOW IT'S HERE

Out where the creek turn shallow and sandy
And the moon comes skimmin' away the stars
When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops
Straight into my arms
Straight into my arms

I'm ridin' hard carryin' a cache of roses
A fresh map that I made
Now I'm gonna get birth naked and bury my old soul
And dance on it's grave
And dance on it's grave

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
And now it's here

Well my daddy he was just a stranger
Lived in a hotel downtown
Well when I was a kid he was just somebody
Somebody I'd see around
Somebody I'd see around

Well now down below and pullin' on my shirt
Yeah I got some kids of my own
Well if I had one wish for you in this god forsaken world, kid
It'd be that your mistakes will be your own
That your sins will be your own

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
And now it's here

Out 'neath the arms of Cassiopeia
Where the sword of Orion sweeps
It's me and you, Rosie, cracklin' like crossed wires
And you breathin' in your sleep
And you breathin' in your sleep

Well there's just a spark of a campfire left burnin'
Two kids in a sleeping bag beside
Reach 'neath your shirt, put my hands across your belly and feel
Another one kickin' inside
And I ain't gonna fuck it up this time

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here

It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here
It's been a long time comin', my dear
It's been a long time comin', but now it's here

Bruce Springsteen

HE STOLE FROM THE RICH, AND HE GAVE TO THE POOR

Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train
He stole from the rich, and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain

Well, it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread, and he slept in Jesse's bed
Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave

Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children, now they were brave
Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

That Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He'd never rob a mother or a child
There never was a man with the law in his hand
That could take Jesse James when alive

It was on a Saturday night, and the moon was shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And the people they did say over many miles away
“It was those outlaws, they're Frank and Jesse James!”

Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children, now they were brave
Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he'd ever come to fall
Robert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back
While Jesse hung a picture on the wall

Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast
The devil upon his knee
He was born one day in the County Clay
And he came from a solitary race

Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children, now they were brave
Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave
Woah!

That Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He'd never rob a mother or a child
There never was a man with the law in his hand
That could take Jesse James when alive

Bruce Springsteen 

HOLD ON, WON'T TAKE NOTHING FOR MY JOURNEY NOW

Paul and Silas in jail
Had no money to go their bail
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Paul and Silas thought they was lost
Dungeon shook and the chains come off
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Freedom's name is mighty sweet
And soon we're gonna meet
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

I got my hand on the gospel plow
Won't take nothing for my journey now
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Only chain that a man can stand
Is that chain o'hand on hand
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

I'm gonna board that big Greyhound
Carry the love from town to town
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

The only thing I did was wrong
Was stayin' in the wilderness too long
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

The one thing we did was right
Was the day we started to fight
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Ain't been to heaven but I been told
Streets up there are paved with gold

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on

Bruce Springsteen 

THE HOUND DOG BARKED, AND BILLY GOAT JUMPED

Now Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
Washed his face in a frying pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
Riding a billy goat, leading a hound
The hound dog barked, and billy goat jumped
And landed old Tucker on a stump

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now Old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell
In the fire and kicked up holy hell
A red-hot coal got in his shoe
And, oh my Lord, the ashes flew

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
Swinging them ladies all around
First to the right and then to the left
Then to the gal that he loved best

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Bruce Springsteen

MAYBE EVERYTHING THAT DIES SOMEDAY COMES BACK

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they’re gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

Well now everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin’s baby 'cause the night's getting cold
And everything dies baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I’m tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Put your hair up nice and set up pretty
and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Bruce Springsteen 

GUDRUN SJÖDÉN, THE SWEDISH FASHION DESIGNER

Today, The Grandma has been buying some summer clothes. She has chosen one of her favourite designers, the Swedish Gudrun Sjödén, who was born on a day like today in 1941.

Gudrun Sjödén (née Rådevik) is a Swedish fashion label and retail chain. 

Sjödén grew up in the village of Julita in Södermanland, and studied textile and fashion at Konstfack from 1958 to 1963. She married photographer Björn Sjödén (1940-2016) in 1961. 

In 1976, Gudrun Sjödén, a 1963 graduate of Konstfack College of Arts and Design in Stockholm, working with her husband Bjorn, opened a store in Stockholm on Regeringsgatan selling clothing of her own design. By 1978 the pair had mail order sales of SEK 2 million.

In 1981, Sjödén established mail order sales in Germany with her sister, Christina Rådevik, and between 1983 and 1990 they opened two stores in the US, as well as stores in Stockholm, Zirndorf, Gothenburg and Nuremberg.

In 1993, the company began selling a home textiles collection. Over the next several years the mail order business was expanded to Norway and the United Kingdom.

In 2003, a store was opened on Stora Nygatan in Stockholm, selling fashion, home textiles and flowers. 

In 2004, Sjödén opened a store in Malmö, and she was named Entrepreneur of the Year by Stockholm Business Week magazine. 

In 2005, Sjödén was awarded the Stockholm Chamber of Trade World Class Prize. Stores were later opened in Hamburg, Oslo, Copenhagen and Stuttgart.

In 2007, Sjödén was presented by King Carl Gustaf of Sweden with His Majesty the King's medal, Litteris et Artibus, for her contribution as a fashion designer. 

After 2009, the Gudrun Sjödén company continued to expand, opening various stores and a warehouse. Sales reached half a billion Swedish kronor by 2011, and the company employed about 230 people.

In 2011, Thomas Hedström was named CEO, while Sjödén remained Creative Director and Head of Design. The company had a turnover of SEK 500 million, and about 230 direct employees within the group. 

In 2012, Sjödén was presented with ELLE magazine's Sustainability Award and also the Businesswoman of the Year Award from BPW, Business and Professional Women Sweden. She carried out environmental work at the Parsons School of Design in New York City, and in 2013 was awarded the Kungliga Patriotiska Sällskapet (The Royal Patriotic Society) Business Medal.  

They opened in the UK in 2012.

In 2016, the company is headquartered in Stockholm, and has 12 stores in Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Finland, the UK and the US, and via a Germany subsidiary, six stores in Germany. The company produces and sells fashion clothing an textiles using natural materials, and unusual in fashion labels for offering sizes up to XXL. 

More information: Gudrun Sjödén

I love contrasts and surprising combinations. 
Absolutely nothing run-of-the-mill. 
Colourful stripes and mixed motifs, 
combinable multi-seasonal styles, 
functional and one-of-a-kind pieces
 that are flattering for all ages and figures, 
and will never get outdated. 
Mostly crafted from natural materials, 
with an emphasis on sustainable Nordic design.

Gudrun Sjödén

ÉLISABETH THIBLE & THE UNTETHERED HOT AIR BALLOON

Today, The Grandma has been reading about Élisabeth Thible, the first woman who made a flight in an untethered hot air balloon, on a day like today in 1784.

Élisabeth Thible, or Elizabeth Tible (née Estrieux, 8 March 1757-13 February 1785), was the first woman to make a flight in an untethered hot air balloon. She was born in Lyon, France, on 8 March 1757. 

On 4 June 1784, eight months after the first crewed balloon flight, Thible flew with a Monsieur Fleurant on board a hot air balloon christened La Gustave in honour of King Gustav III of Sweden's visit to Lyon.

Monsieur Fleurant originally planned to fly the hot air balloon with Count Jean-Baptiste de Laurencin, but the count gave his position on The Gustave to Élisabeth Thible.

When the balloon left the ground Thible, dressed as the Roman goddess Minerva, and Fleurant sang two duets from Monsigny's La Belle Arsène, a celebrated opera of the time. The flight lasted 45 minutes, covered 4 kilometres, and achieved an estimated altitude of 1,500 metres. It was witnessed by King Gustav III of Sweden in whose honour the balloon was named. During the bumpy landing Thible turned an ankle as the basket hit the ground. She was credited by Fleurant with the success of the flight both because she fed the balloon's fire box en route and by exhibiting her remarkable courage.

Little is known of Madame Thible; she is described as the abandoned spouse (épouse délaissée) of a Lyon merchant. No record of her survives as a professional opera singer. She died in Paris on 13 February 1785.

A hot air balloon is a lighter-than-air aircraft consisting of a bag, called an envelope, which contains heated air. Suspended beneath is a gondola or wicker basket (in some long-distance or high-altitude balloons, a capsule), which carries passengers and a source of heat, in most cases an open flame caused by burning liquid propane. The heated air inside the envelope makes it buoyant, since it has a lower density than the colder air outside the envelope. As with all aircraft, hot air balloons cannot fly beyond the atmosphere. The envelope does not have to be sealed at the bottom, since the air inside the envelope is at about the same pressure as the surrounding air.

The hot air balloon is the first successful human-carrying flight technology. The first untethered manned hot air balloon flight in the world was performed in Paris, France, by Jean-François Pilâtre de Rozier and François Laurent d'Arlandes on November 21, 1783, in a balloon created by the Montgolfier brothers. Hot air balloons that can be propelled through the air rather than simply drifting with the wind are known as thermal airships.

More information: Atlas Obscura

Adventure is worthwhile in itself.

Amelia Earhart

PAULETTE GODDARD & THE GOLDEN AGE OF HOLLYWOOD

Today, The Grandma has been watching some films interpreted by Paulette Goddard, one of the prominent leading actress during the Golden Age of Hollywood.

Paulette Goddard (born Marion Levy; June 3, 1910-April 23, 1990) was an American actress and socialite. Her career spanned six decades, from the 1920s to the early 1970s. She was a prominent leading actress during the Golden Age of Hollywood.

Born in New York City and raised in Kansas City, Missouri, Goddard initially began her career as a child fashion model and performer in several Broadway productions as a Ziegfeld Girl. In the early 1930s, she moved to Hollywood and gained notice as the romantic partner of actor and comedian Charlie Chaplin, appearing as his leading lady in Modern Times (1936) and The Great Dictator (1940).

After signing with Paramount Pictures, Goddard became one of the studio's biggest stars with roles in The Cat and the Canary (1939) with Bob Hope, The Women (1939) with Joan Crawford, North West Mounted Police (1940) with Gary Cooper, Reap the Wild Wind (1942) with John Wayne and Susan Hayward, So Proudly We Hail! (1943) (for which she received a nomination for Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress), Kitty (1945) with Ray Milland, and Unconquered (1947) with Gary Cooper.

Goddard was noted as a fiercely independent woman for her time, being described by one executive as dynamite. Her marriages to Chaplin, the actor Burgess Meredith, and the writer Erich Maria Remarque received substantial media attention. Following her marriage to Remarque, Goddard moved to Switzerland and largely retired from acting. In the 1980s, she became a notable socialite.  

Goddard died in Switzerland in 1990.

Goddard was born in New York City, as Marion Levy, the daughter of Joseph Russell Le Vee, the son of a prosperous cigar manufacturer from Salt Lake City, and Alta Mae Goddard.

Goddard first visited Hollywood in 1929.

Chaplin sent her to local acting teacher Neely Dickson at the Hollywood Community Theater to, in Dickson's words, give her a polish. It marked a turning point in Goddard's career when Chaplin cast her as his leading lady in his next box office hit, Modern Times (1936). Her role as The Gamin, an orphan girl who runs away from the authorities and becomes The Tramp's companion, was her first credited film appearance and garnered her mainly positive reviews, Frank S. Nugent of The New York Times describing her as the fitting recipient of the great Charlot's championship.

Following the success of Modern Times, Chaplin planned other projects with Goddard in mind as a co-star. However, Chaplin worked on his projects slowly, and Goddard worried that the public might forget about her if she did not continue to make regular film appearances.

On April 23, 1990, aged 79, Goddard died at her home in Switzerland.

Arguably, Goddard's foremost legacies remain her two feature films with Charles Chaplin  -Modern Times and The Great Dictator- and a $20 million donation to New York University (NYU) in New York City to fund an institution devoted to European studies, named after Remarque.

More information: Walk of Fame

I lived in Hollywood long enough 
to learn to play tennis and become a star, 
but I never felt it was my home. 
I was never looking for a home, 
as a matter of fact.

Paulette Goddard

THOMAS HARDY, NATURALISM & VICTORIAN LITERATURE

Today, The Grandma has been reading some works of Thomas Hardy, the English novelist and poet, who was born on a day like today in 1840.

Thomas Hardy (2 June 1840-11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet. 

A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was influenced both in his novels and in his poetry by Romanticism, including the poetry of William Wordsworth. He was highly critical of much in Victorian society, especially on the declining status of rural people in Britain such as those from his native South West England.

While Hardy wrote poetry throughout his life and regarded himself primarily as a poet, his first collection was not published until 1898. Initially, he gained fame as the author of novels such as Far from the Madding Crowd (1874), The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886), Tess of the d'Urbervilles (1891) and Jude the Obscure (1895). During his lifetime, Hardy's poetry was acclaimed by younger poets (particularly the Georgians) who viewed him as a mentor. After his death his poems were lauded by Ezra Pound, W. H. Auden and Philip Larkin.

Many of his novels concern tragic characters struggling against their passions and social circumstances, and they are often set in the semi-fictional region of Wessex; initially based on the medieval Anglo-Saxon kingdom, Hardy's Wessex eventually came to include the counties of Dorset, Wiltshire, Somerset, Devon, Hampshire and much of Berkshire, in south-west and south central England. Two of his novels, Tess of the d'Urbervilles and Far from the Madding Crowd, were listed in the top 50 on the BBC's survey of best-loved novels, The Big Read.

Thomas Hardy was born on 2 June 1840 in Higher Bockhampton (then Upper Bockhampton), a hamlet in the parish of Stinsford to the east of Dorchester in Dorset, England, where his father Thomas (1811-1892) worked as a stonemason and local builder. His parents had married at Melbury Osmond on 22 December 1839.

Hardy's interest in the theatre dated from the 1860s. He corresponded with various would-be adapters over the years, including Robert Louis Stevenson in 1886 and Jack Grein and Charles Jarvis in the same decade. Neither adaptation came to fruition, but Hardy showed he was potentially enthusiastic about such a project. One play that was performed, however, caused him a certain amount of pain. His experience of the controversy and lukewarm critical reception that had surrounded his and Comyns Carr's adaptation of Far from the Madding Crowd in 1882 left him wary of the damage that adaptations could do to his literary reputation.

So, in 1908, he so readily and enthusiastically became involved with a local amateur group, at the time known as the Dorchester Dramatic and Debating Society, but that would become the Hardy Players. His reservations about adaptations of his novels meant he was initially at some pains to disguise his involvement in the play. However, the international success of the play, The Trumpet Major, led to a long and successful collaboration between Hardy and the Players over the remaining years of his life. Indeed, his play The Famous Tragedy of the Queen of Cornwall at Tintagel in Lyonnesse (1923) was written to be performed by the Hardy Players.

In 1914, Hardy was one of 53 leading British authors -including H. G. Wells, Rudyard Kipling and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle- who signed their names to the Authors' Declaration, justifying Britain's involvement in the First World War. This manifesto declared that the German invasion of Belgium had been a brutal crime, and that Britain could not without dishonour have refused to take part in the present war.

Hardy was horrified by the destruction caused by the war, pondering that I do not think a world in which such fiendishness is possible to be worth the saving and better to let western 'civilization' perish, and let the black and yellow races have a chance. He wrote to John Galsworthy that the exchange of international thought is the only possible salvation for the world.

Shortly after helping to excavate the Fordington mosaic, Hardy became ill with pleurisy in December 1927 and died at Max Gate just after 9 pm on 11 January 1928, having dictated his final poem to his wife on his deathbed. 

His funeral was on 16 January at Westminster Abbey, and it proved a controversial occasion because Hardy had wished for his body to be interred at Stinsford in the same grave as his first wife, Emma.

Considered a Victorian realist, Hardy examines the social constraints on the lives of those living in Victorian England, and criticises those beliefs, especially those relating to marriage, education and religion, that limited people's lives and caused unhappiness.

More information: The Thomas Hardy Society

There are accents in the eye

which are not on the tongue, 
and more tales come from pale lips 

than can enter an ear. 
It is both the grandeur 

and the pain of the remoter moods 
that they avoid the pathway of sound.

Thomas Hardy

ROSENBORG BALLKLUB KVINNER & THE TOPPSERIEN

Today, The Grandma wants to talk about Rosenborg Ballklub Kvinner, the Norwegian women's professional football club in Trondheim, Trøndelag.

Rosenborg Ballklub Kvinner (previously known as Sportsklubben Trondheims-Ørn) is a Norwegian women's professional football club in Trondheim, Trøndelag.

The club was founded as a multi-sports club on May 18, 1917, and became a member of the Workers' Sports Federation in the 1920s. It was first based in Lademoen and had a clubhouse at Buran between 1946 and the 1960s. It had sections for men's football, Nordic skiing, speed skating, track and field, and swimming. Team handball followed in 1952, and ice hockey in 1961. 

The women's football section was established in 1972, twelve years before a national league was organized. The men's football team and all other sports were discontinued in 1984, so that only the women's football section survived.

Rosenborg Kvinner has won the Toppserien seven times, which is a record tied with LSK Kvinner. It also holds a record eight cup championships. It has also won the Nordic champions cup once.

In February 2020, the club merged with the men's football club Rosenborg BK and the name was changed from SK Trondheims-Ørn to Rosenborg BK Kvinner.

More information: Rosenborg Ballklub

The Toppserien is the top level of women's association football in Norway. It was founded in 1984.

Women's league football was introduced on a county basis in 1977. These leagues acted as qualification for the regional (South) league in 1979. Regional leagues were in operation until the formation of the First Division 1984, when the league was divided into three regions, Group Eastern-Norway (Østlandet), Group Western-Norway (Vestlandet), and Group Mid-Norway (Trøndelag). No teams from Northern-Norway (Nord-Norge) played, however. The winners of the three groups met each other for a play-off. Regional leagues for women had been played before 1984, and a championship play-off had been done between the winners of Mid-Norway and Eastern-Norway in 1983 (Trondheims-Ørn beat Setskog 2-1), but this championship was considered unofficial by the Football Association of Norway. 

In 1986, a group for Northern-Norway was added, and in 1987, the groups and play-off matches were dropped, and one single league with teams from all over the country was played.

The league was known as 1. divisjon (Norwegian for 1st Division) from 1984 to 1995, the Eliteserien (Norwegian for The Elite League) from 1996 to 1999, and the Toppserien (Norwegian for The Top League) from 2000.

Traditionally, Trondheims-Ørn and Asker was the two power-houses of Toppserien, with 7 and 6 championship wins respectively. Trondheims-Ørn finished in the top three 16 out of 23 times from the beginning in 1984 to their current last medal in 2006. 

In 1998, Asker managed the almost unthinkable, winning every single one of their 18 league games that season (Asker didn't win the double that season, however, as the club was knocked out of the semi-finals of the cup by Trondheims-Ørn). However Asker FK, the women's team within Asker Fotball, became bankrupt at the end of 2008 and most of the players were transferred to a new team within the nearby Stabæk IF, named Stabæk FK (FK=Fotball Kvinner (Football Women)). Asker finished among the top three 18 out of the 25 seasons the club existed. The new Stabæk team began playing in the Toppserien from the 2009 season and won the league in 2010 and 2013. Røa won Toppserien five times from 2004 to 2011. Lillestrøm SK Kvinner won six consecutive titles from 2014 to 2019.

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NIDAROS DOMKIRKE, A JEWEL OF ROMANESQUE & GOTHIC

The Grandma continues remembering her last staying in Trondheim.

She was very impressed by Nidarosdomen, the Church of Norway cathedral located in the city of Trondheim, that is a jewel of Romanesque and Gothic.

Nidaros Cathedral, in Norwegian Nidarosdomen or Nidaros domkirke, is a Church of Norway cathedral located in the city of Trondheim in Trøndelag county. 

It is built over the burial site of King Olav II (c. 995-1030, reigned 1015-1028), who became the patron saint of the nation, and is the traditional location for the consecration of new Norwegian monarchs. 

It was built over a 230-year period, from 1070 to 1300 when it was substantially completed. However additional work, additions and renovations have continued intermittently since then, including a major reconstruction starting in 1869 and completed in 2001.

In 1152, the church was designated as the cathedral for the Catholic Archdiocese of Nidaros. In 1537, during the Protestant Reformation, it became part of the newly established state Church of Norway. 

It is the northernmost medieval cathedral in the world.

The cathedral is the main church for the Nidaros og Vår Frue parish, the seat of the Nidaros domprosti (arch-deanery), and the seat of the Bishop of the Diocese of Nidaros. 

The Preses of the Church of Norway is also based at this cathedral. The church seats about 1,850 people.

Nidaros Cathedral was built beginning in 1070 to memorialize the burial place of Olav II of Norway, the king who was killed in 1030 in the Battle of Stiklestad. He was canonized as Saint Olav a year later by Grimketel, the Bishop of Nidaros, the canonization was later confirmed by the pope.

Since the Reformation, it has served as the cathedral of the Lutheran bishops of Trondheim or Nidaros in the Diocese of Nidaros.  

The architectural style of the cathedral is Romanesque and Gothic. Historically it has been an important destination for pilgrims coming from all of Northern Europe.

Along with Vår Frue Church, the cathedral is part of the Nidaros og Vår Frue parish in the Nidaros deanery in the Diocese of Nidaros.

Work on the cathedral as a memorial to St. Olav started in 1070. It was finished some time around 1300, nearly 150 years after being established as the cathedral of the diocese. The cathedral was badly damaged by fires in 1327 and again in 1531. The nave was destroyed and was not rebuilt until the restoration in early 1900s.

Today, the cathedral is a popular tourist attraction. Nidaros Cathedral is the site of the observation of Olav's Wake, in Norwegian Olavsvaka. This religious and cultural festival is centered upon the anniversary of the death of Saint Olav at the Battle of Stiklestad.

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