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| Studio album by Greg Brown | ||||
| Released | 1994 | |||
| Genre | Folk | |||
| Length | 53:12 | |||
| Label | Red House | |||
| Producer | Bo Ramsey and Greg Brown | |||
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The Poet Game is an album by American folk singer/guitarist Greg Brown, released in 1994.
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| Allmusic |   [1] |
| Robert Christgau |  [2] |
Writing for Allmusic, music critic Richard Meyer wrote of the album "Greg Brown's latest release is somber and streetwise with more political undertones than his previous CDs... Production is simple and in a few cases one would have liked to hear a bit more thought given to the instrumental arrangement, but still this is a fine stripped-to-the-bone songwriter album by one of the premiere contemporary writers."[1] Music critic Robert Christgau gave the album a "Neither" rating.[2]
Track listing [link]
All songs by Greg Brown.
- "Brand New '64 Dodge" – 3:49
- "Boomtown" – 3:17
- "Poet Game" – 5:30
- "Ballingall Hotel" – 5:42
- "One Wong Turn" – 3:46
- "Jesus and Elvis" – 3:39
- "Sadness" – 5:50
- "Lately" – 4:27
- "Lord, I Have Made You a Place in My Heart" – 4:17
- "My New Book" – 6:01
- "Driftless" – 3:06
- "Here in the Going Going Gone" – 3:48
Personnel [link]
- Greg Brown – vocals, guitar
- Bo Ramsey – guitar, lap steel guitar
- Gordon Johnson – bass, guitar
- Robin Adnan Anders – percussion
- Rob Arthur – organ
- Steve Hayes – drums
Production [link]
- Produced by Bo Ramsey and Greg Brown
- Engineered by Tom Tucker
- Mixed by Tom Tucker, Greg Brown, Bo Ramsey
- Assistant engineer - Fred Harrington
References [link]
- ^ a b Meyers, Richard. "The Poet Game > Review". Allmusic. https://www.allmusic.com/album/r206109. Retrieved June 15, 2011.
- ^ a b Christgau, Robert. "The Poet Game > Review". Robert Christgau. https://www.robertchristgau.com/get_artist.php?id=2596&name=Greg+Brown. Retrieved June 15, 2011.
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The Poet
The Poet is a title that has been used for:
The Poet (album)
The Poet is the thirteenth studio album by American musician Bobby Womack. The album was released in November 1981, by Beverly Glen Music. The album reached the top of the Billboard Top Black Albums chart due to the success of the single "If You Think You're Lonely Now", which peaked at number three on the Billboard Hot Black Singles chart.
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The Poet (film)
The Poet is a 2007 Canadian drama film starring Nina Dobrev, Colm Feore, Roy Scheider, Kim Coates and Daryl Hannah. It was written by Jack Crystal and directed by Damian Lee, with an estimated budget of CAD $11 million. It was released in the United States as Hearts of War.
Synopsis
At the dawn of World War II, a rabbi's daughter and a disenchanted German soldier fall in love and are separated by the war. They struggle on a perilous journey to find one another.
Rachel, a young Jewish woman (Nina Dobrev) headed home runs into a snow storm and falls unconscious only to be rescued by Oscar Koenig (Jonathan Scarfe), an undercover German officer stationed in Poland. Over the next few days, Oscar nurses Rachel back to health and in the process the two fall in love, bonding over the poetry that Oscar writes. Meanwhile, German soldiers infiltrate Poland and destroy Rachel's village, killing Rachel's family. Oscar helps Rachel and Rachel's fiancé, Bernard (Zachary Bennett), escape into the woods, but he refuses to accompany them, despite Rachel's pleas. Oscar goes back to his daily routine, scouting for his father, General Koenig (Kim Coates), whom Oscar has a rough relationship because of their differing opinions on the war. Oscar seeks comfort in his memories of Rachel, and in his mother (Daryl Hannah), who shares his disenchantment with the war, and encourages him to search for his lost love.
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by Greg Brown
The Poet Game
by: Greg BrownDown by the river junior year
Walking with my girl,
And we came upon a place
There in the tall grass where a couple
Had been making love
And left the mark of their embrace.
I said to her, "Looks like they had some fun."
She said to me, "Let's do the same."
And still I taste her kisses
And her freckles in the sun
When I play the poet game.
A young man down in hill country
In the year of '22
Went to see his future bride.
She lived in a rough old shack
That poverty blew through.
She invited him inside.
She'd been cooking, ashamed and feeling sad,
She could only offer him bread and her name -
Grandpa said that it was the best gift
A fella ever had
And he taught me the poet game.
I had a friend who drank too much
And played too much guitar -
And we sure got along.
Reel-to-reels rolled across
The country near and far
With letters poems and songs..
But these days he don't talk to me
And he won't tell me why.
I miss him every time i say his name.
I don't know what he's doing
Or why our friendship died
While we played the poet game.
The fall rain was pounding down
On an old New Hampshire mill
And the river wild and high.
I was talking to her while leaves blew down
Like a sudden chill -
There was wildness in her eyes.
We made love like we'd been waiting
All of our lives for this -
Strangers know no shame -
But she had to leave at dawn
And with a sticky farewell kiss
Left me to play the poet game.
I watched my country turn into
A coast-to-coast strip mall
And I cried out in a song:
If we could do all that in thirty years,
Then please tell me you all -
Why does good change take so long?
Why does the color of your skin
Or who you choose to love
Still lead to such anger and pain?
And why do I think it's any help
For me to still dream of
Playing the poet game?
Sirens wail above the fields -
Another soul gone down -
Another Sun about to rise.
I've lost track of my mistakes,
Like birds they fly around
And darken half of my skies.
To all of those I've hurt -
I pray you'll forgive me.
I to you will freely do the same.
So many things I didn't see,
With my eyes turned inside,
Playing the poet game.
I walk out at night to take a leak
Underneath the stars -
Oh yeah that's the life for me.
There's Orion and the Pleiades
And I guess that must be Mars -
All as clear as we long to be.
I've sung what I was given -
Some was bad and some was good.
I never did know from where it came
And if I had it all to do again
I am not sure I would