Caretakers

[@susanbooth6793]

I have always loved this song, and this, Bill's original version, and it still brings tears to my eyes. It is also, probably, his most covered filk. He, and his wife, Brenda, are still active in the filk community.

[@annawing770]

Listening to these old Filk songs make me feel two distinct kinds of a happy sort of sadness. The first is that which the songs were written to bring, but the second can only be described as a sort of nostalgia for that which I am too young to have known.

[@mennoltvanalten7260]

I feel the same, moreso for songs like witnesses waltz and the balad of Apollo XIII, which are about actual events which happened before I was born or when I was but a toddler, and also those ones where everyone complains about the tape being broken on the bottom and how they lost their own. I think I never used a tape machine to play songs, all CDs.

[@romane.67]

In the time of rising mountains, in the age when life was new The trees were the rulers of life on earth, and the world as a forest grew But a new life found the forest, and a new life tore the land - So the dryad came to protect the wood, to stay the human hand Singing, "I am the strength of the heart and the root I am the soul of the wood." In the time of ancient mountains, in an age no longer new A man walked into the hardwood grove with a chainsaw and its crew He reached for the crippled oak tree, and he waved his crew to start When a vision leapt from the broken limb, and pierced him through the heart Singing, "I am the strength of the heart and the root I am the soul of the wood." She was Sun and Moon and Starlight, she was Earth and Sky and Sea She was everything that he'd ever loved, and all that he wished to be And she sang of the elder forests, and she sang of the rustling wind And her arms reached out from the jagged bark - reached out to pull him in Singing, "I am the strength of the heart and the root I am the soul of the wood." But the man pulled out an acorn, and he held it to her eyes Then he sang to her of birth and life - that even an oak must die Then she knew that her tree had withered, so she turned, no longer strong And she passed away, and the chainsaw roar drowned out her final song: Singing, "I am the strength of the heart and the root I am the soul of the wood." In the night under ancient mountains, in the night under autumn sky A man looks down at a rotting stump, and he shakes his head and sighs So he kneels to plant the acorn and he hears a quiet sound It's the sound of joy and the hope of spring - the new life in the ground! Singing, "I am the strength of the heart and the root I am the soul of the wood." Singing, "I am the strength of the heart and the root I am the soul of the wood."

[@melissapinol1750]

The song is called "Caregiver" and there are several recorded versions online."I am the strength of the heart and the root I am the soul of the wood".

[@Duskkit]

...Okay, something is odd about KZbin's playlist shuffling. Of the 345 videos uploaded by weyrdmusicman, I've just listened to about 15 songs once, 2 twice (plus another 2 repeats that I'm not counting because they were seperate recordings), and have just encountered this song for the third time in the past hour. Not having a only-play-once system for the shuffler is one thing, but this seems to be actively gravitating towards certain songs.

[@Duskkit]

Oh, I see what's going on... It prefers to jump to the last page (videos 307 to 345). Often understanding what's going on makes problems less annoying, but honestly I feel like in this case it only feels worse now that I've figured it out. I hated the bad way KZbin playlists are broken up quite enough before I knew it screwed up shuffling!

[@platypipope328]

Neat to see people still listening to this song

[@SeanMurphyParadox]

I never knew the title of this song. Like so many of my first filks...

[@Fralexion]

Wish I could find the lyrics to this filk song's parody, "I am the strength of the grass and the root."

[@Fralexion]

"Cashtaker" by Jordin Kare In a time of rising budgets, In an age of cost plus fee, The dollar was ruler of life on earth As it flowed out of Washington DC. But inflation shank the dollar, And recession tore the land, And the lobbyist came to protect the goods, To stay the Newt-man's hand- Singing, "I am the strength of the grass and the root; I am the sole public good." In a time of shrinking budgets, And declining revenue, A man sat down at a scarred wood desk, With a pencil, colored blue. And he looked at the bloated budget, And he started taking notes, And a vision leapt from the Xeroxed page, And grabbed him by the throat- Singing, "I am the strength of the grass and the root; I am the sole public good." There were jobs, and schools, and freeways, There was mom, and apple pie, There was everything he had ever loved To promise in the sweet by-and-by. And the lobbyist sang of the voters, And he sang of November winds, And his claws reached out of the view-graph charts, Reached out to pull him in- Singing, "I am the strength of the grass and the root; I am the sole public good." But the man pulled out a mandate, And he held it to his eyes, And he sang of funding, for _sure next year,_ And he told some familiar lies. And the lobbyist fell, defeated, With a thin, despairing whine, And he passed away while the shredder's roar Deleted his bottom line- Singing, "I am the strength of the grass and the root; I am the sole public good." In the night under budget ceilings, In the night 'neath the Capitol Dome, A man looks down at his desk, and sighs, Grabs his hat, and heads for home. But he stoops to empty his trash can, And he hears a quiet sound: A song of hope for next fiscal year, And new bucks flowin' down! Singing, "I am the strength of the grass and the root; I am the sole public good." Singing, "I am the strength of the grass and the root; _I am the sole public good!"_

[@monseurwanksalotte3477]

heh