Greg Brown - Poet Game video free download

Cai Robertson

Go write a song......this is gorgeous.....a mentor.....a beautiful person. You just try critic. 

Cai Robertson

Fucking beautiful.....end of story.

Tony2581

Wonderful !

Hercules Marsh

Been looking for a Greg Brown song for years...in the chorus he sings about a pie in the window. Hahaha all I can remember but it so catchy and beautiful. I've listened to so many of his songs and just can't find it. Anybody have an idea with my horrible description?

Pascalinja

Awesome! Very sweet and romantic... With different meanings... I love it!

Bobby Hull

Nice but he could have left out the take a leak part. So many other things he could have gone outside to do that would have fit well.

Bobby Hull

I heard him sing a song on PHC about 25 years ago. It was about the first time his new baby got sick and they were up all night. 'Papa don't you worry, I think her fevers comin' down, and I know it just a cold or just the flu, gonna say a little prayer, say a little prayer for you, let her get better let her get better soon, please do...' Anyone know the name of that tune and where I can hear it? Thanks

tomaf

i knew some guy named Lewis a few years ago who was a pathological liar. he was a new friend of one of my best friends, and one time in his car he played this song and told us he wrote it and Greg Brown recorded it before he died. with a little research i found out that Greg Brown is still alive, and that Greg Brown wrote this song, not Lewis.

Robert Asherbraner

Picture yourself in a boat with Lucy, down by the River... .

Larry Stone

just five minutes to stop and listen…Thank you Greg Brown"The Poet Game"Down by the river junior yearwalking with my girl,and we came upon a placethere in the tall grass where a couplehad been making loveand 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 kissesand her freckles in the sunwhen I play the poet game.A young man down in hill countryin the year of '22went to see his future bride.She lived in a rough old shackthat 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 gifta fella ever hadand he taught me the poet game.I had a friend who drank too muchand played too much guitar -and we sure got along.Reel-to-reels rolled acrossthe country near and farwith letters poems and songs..but these days he don't talk to meand he won't tell me why.I miss him every time i say his name.I don't know what he's doingor why our friendship diedwhile we played the poet game.The fall rain was pounding downon an old New Hampshire milland the river wild and high.I was talking to her while leaves blew downlike a sudden chill -there was wildness in her eyes.We made love like we'd been waitingall of our lives for this -Strangers know no shame -But she had to leave at dawnand with a sticky farewell kissleft me to play the poet game.I watched my country turn intoa coast-to-coast strip malland 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 skinor who you choose to lovestill lead to such anger and pain?And why do I think it's any helpfor me to still dream ofplaying 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 aroundand 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 leakunderneath the stars -oh yeah that's the life for me.There's Orion and the Pleiadesand 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 cameand if I had it all to do againI am not sure I wouldplay the poet game.

ELMASLAD

Greg's first two albums were his best, by far, in my opinion. Jackson Browne, James Taylor...and others...it seems to follow that once artists get in the clutches of the music corporations there work gets watered down. Celebrities also need to learn just how important (or damaging) their interactions with fans can be 'cos I didn't appreciate Greg's Montpelier VT Main Street insincere brush off back in the 80's when I tried to tell him how important those two albums were to me. Just take a minute and appreciate your fans, otherwise you come across as an arrogant SOB. NB:Patrickdrummond, It's Joni Mitchell not Joannie.

Matthew Ryan

really what the F*** have you written?

Alexis Smith

yup, only Greg Brown can make" taking a leak" sound so beautifully poetic.

Mark F

Really? Why do you sound scared and timid to sing your own song? Like you are sheepishly singing while darting your eyes around as if you are frightened. I heard this on the radio and literally could not stop laughing. The lyrics make no sense at all...this has to be the worst, not the best, poet song ever written...still, I love to hate it...

patrick drummond

Perfect description of this song....

patrick drummond

Saw Greg Brown years ago in Gulf Breeze, Fl. Have been hooked since.It is like Johnny Cash singing Joannie Mitchell songs and meaning it. A true poet....

mbfhh

great road trip song

Stephen Rockhill

Deep for a free life style...

ANGELA GRAHAM WILSON

Just love it...

wfridae

This song has so many facets... all hauntingly real and each tells a clear story, episode, bound by poetry. I absolutely love it. It is a forgotten, hidden gem!

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