Pallavi - A blog on Carnatic Music

I kept listening to Martin Simpson singing "The running kind", today. The pleasant singing and the nice guitar (Simpson himself) and banjo playing (David Hidalgo), and above all the lyrics with a touch of sadness, kept pushing me to the depths of the poetry and music further and further on repeated listening.

Here is the song:

The Running Kind

The lyrics of the song:


The Running Kind
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I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind
Home was never home to me at anytime
Every front door found me open I would find the back door open
There just had to be a lesson for the running kind

Within me there's a prison, surrounding me alone
As real as any dungeon with a wall of stone
I know running's not the answer, but running's been my nature
And a part of me that keeps me moving on

I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind
Home was never home to me at anytime
Every front door found me open I would find the back door open
There just had to be a lesson for the running kind
-- Merle Haggard


The fine violin in the background (adding the carnatic touch) is Viji Krishnan (TNK's daughter) and P Srinivasan is on Mridangam. Album is from Waterlily acoustics.

Love and Peace!