Immigrant Song// "Hammer of the gods, will drive our ships to new land. To fight the hordes, and sing and cry."
Going to California// "Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same."
Babe I'm Gonna Leave You// "Babe, oh, babe... I'm gonna leave you. Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you. Oh, I can hear it callin 'me."
The Rain Song// "These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind they rise and fall. This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold."
Dazed and Confused// "You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies. Run 'round sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize."
Ramble On// "And now's the time, the time is now
To sing my song. I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl."
Good Times, Bad Times// "You can feel the beat within my heart. Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part."
Communication Breakdown// "I don't know what it is that I like about you, but I like it a lot. Won't let me hold you, Let me feel your lovin' charms."
Since I Been Loving You// "Since I've Been Loving You, I'm about to lose my worried mind. Watch out!"
I Can't Quit You Baby// "Oh, you know I love you baby. My love for you I could never hide."
Kashmir// "I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been. To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen."
Stairway To Heaven// "In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who stand looking."
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Some thoughts on Deans Top 1 Zepp Track: more Led Zepp and LotR for Dean Winchester
In my ramblings about THE MIXTAPE, I didn’t really want to get into some in-depth analysis of Led Zeppelin themes and motifs, because that is enough material for a college essay.
Now I realized I didn’t need to, because in this aspect, the mixtape was probably just another callback to the earlier seasons.
Okay, so “Travelling Riverside Blues” is a Robert Johnson standard that contains the famous lines “
Squeeze my lemon ‘til the juice runs down my leg /Squeeze it so hard, I’ll fall right out of bed
“, but doesn’t really have much to do with our story.
The situation is completely different with “Ramble On”, which (as I did NOT realize until now) is a one big “Lord of the Rings” reference, combined with a story of a man who is going through the world to find a lover stolen from him.
So, just for fun, let’s play a bit of a literary analysis here.
I always felt “Ramble on” was a great choice for Dean’s favorite song (with the whole “keep going forward theme”), but it never made sense in the context of going through the world to find the perfect women/lover who he had, and lost.
Leaves are falling all around, It’s time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I’m much obliged for such a pleasant stay.
This is a reference to “Namárië” (“Farewell”), elvish poem from “The Fellowship of the Ring”, sung by Galadriel when the fellowship was leaving Lothlórien.
But now it’s time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way.
“The last moon of autumn” was the way to find the door into the Lonely Mountain, and the Smaug’s treasure.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it’s headed my way. Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I’ve got one thing I got to do… [Chorus] Ramble On, And now’s the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I’m goin’ 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way. I’ve been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On, Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
Got no time to for spreadin’ roots, The time has come to be gone. And to’ our health we drank a thousand times, it’s time to Ramble On. [Chorus]
See, Dean never before has a situation where he thought he had somebody in his life who would be a perfect lover/partner for him. That is, until now. And he lost him. And now he will have to win him back.
Mine’s a tale that can’t be told, my freedom I hold dear. How years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air. T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair. But Gollum, and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her, her, her….yeah. [Chorus]
His story is a secret so far, the story how long time ago he met somebody in the darkest depths of Mordor (Hell?), and they became this perfect lover, but that person was stolen by the Evil One (Lucifer?), and Gollum (Jack?).
Gonna ramble on, sing my song. Gotta keep-a-searchin’ for my baby… Gonna work my way, round the world. I can’t stop this feelin’ in my heart Gotta keep searchin’ for my baby. I can’t find my bluebird!
The lover is his bluebird.
Bluebird is a universal symbol for peace, happiness, prosperity, new births, good news, light in darkness, faith, heavenly realm, angels, and love sent from above (I’m shitting you not).
See, if after all these years they’d give us a tragic ending, it would kill the whole message they’ve been sending inside and outside of the show. If after all terrible things these characters were through (while they never stopped going forward), they would not get anything positive at the end, it would kill the whole idea behind the last 12 years of the show. So I think the future is bright.
Leaves are falling all around It’s time I was on my way Thanks to you I’m much obliged For such a pleasant stay But now it’s time for me to go The autumn moon lights my way For now I smell the rain And with it pain And it’s headed my way
Ah, sometimes I grow so tired But I know I’ve got one thing I got to do
Ramble on And now’s the time, the time is now To sing my song I’m goin’ ‘round the world, I got to find my girl On my way I’ve been this way ten years to the day Ramble on Gotta find the queen of all my dreams
Got no time for spreadin’ roots The time has come to be gone And thoough our health we drank a thousand times It’s time to ramble on
Ramble on And now’s the time, the time is now To sing my song I’m going 'round the world, I got to find my girl on my way I’ve been this way ten years to the day I gotta ramble on I gotta find the queen of all my dreams
I ain’t tellin’ no lie Mine’s a tale that can’t be told My freedom I hold dear How years ago in days of old When magic filled the air ’T was in the darkest depths of Mordor I met a girl so fair But Gollum, and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her Her, her, yeah Ain’t nothing I can do, no
I guess I keep on rambling I’m gonna, yeah, yeah, yeah Sing my song (I gotta find my baby) I’m going 'round the world (I gotta ramble on sing my song, gotta work my way around the world baby, baby) Ramble on, yeah Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, my baby Doo, doo, doo, doo, doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo doodoo
I gotta keep searching for my baby (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby) I gotta keep-a-searchin’ for my baby (my, my, my, my, my, my, my baby) Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (my, my, my, my, my, my baby) Oh, I can’t find my bluebird (my, my, my, my, my, my, yeah) I’d listen to my bluebird sing but I, I can’t find my bluebird (yeah, I keep rambling baby) I keep rambling baby (I keep, I keep, I keep) I keep rambling baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
ahahahahahaha remember the look on harvey’s face when mike told him he was taking the job with sidwell remember how he asked mike to dinner bc he “wasn’t gonna see him anymore” remember the soft quiet way they talked to each other that last time remember how he lashed out at his own girlfriend bc he was completely devastated at the thought of mike not being by his side anymore remember when i died
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“Ramble on! And now’s the time and the time is now to sing my song!” Chris’s off tune voice fills the car as his hands drum on the steering wheel.
“I’m going round the world I got to find my girl!” He points at you to start singing, but you just laugh and gently push him. “You’re such a dork”, you chuckle and he begins to laugh with you.
Soon after, you pull up to the national park and park the car. Double checking your bags, you close the trunk. In the parking lot is a small child and his mother walk to their car. At least they were safe. Shaking your head, you start your trek to find the wendigo. The leaves crunch beneath your feet, causing you to slightly jump. You hate wendigos.
Luckily, though, it is still daytime, hopefully giving you enough time to scorch the thing and get out before nightfall.
The hot sun pelts your skin, and you and Chris have to take a break to catch your breath. As you tap a sip of water, you pause, hearing a twig snap behind you. Chris notices too, motioning you to stay still as he drew his gun. Quickly, he turns around and points the pistol towards a familiar figure.
“Drop your weapon!” Chris demands as you groan.
“Chris, it’s fine. It’s just tweedle dee and tweedle dum.” Chris’s eyes open wide as he looks at the brothers. “You’re the Winchesters.”
“The one and only”, Dean snorts, putting away his gun.
“You know”, you stand up and face Dean, “it’s really shitty of you to keep taking my hunts.”
Dean forces a grin. “Sorry princess”, you see Chris stiffen, “but it was a case nearby. Thought we’d take it.”
“Well you can have it”, Chris says, picking up his backpack. “Let’s go.”
With those words, you hear an inhuman screech in the distance, turning your blood cold. “Maybe it’s best we stay together”, Sam reasons, and you actually finally agree with a Winchester.
You all gather wood for a fire and place symbols in a circle. Night soon falls unfortunately, causing you to be on constant edge. Sam’s reading a book, Chris is carving a spear out of wood, and Dean, well Dean keeps looking at you.
“Is there something on my face?” You joke seriously, and his face turns red. Chris almost scowls at this, instinctively moving closer to you. Silence soon follows, the only sound being crickets and the fire crackling.
Soon, it’s shattered as you hear a child’s voice scream closely. You want to cover your ears and close your eyes, but you remember the child in the parking lot. Dean seems to remember too as he stand up abruptly. “It’s mimicking voices, Dean!” Sam reminds him. But it’s too late, for he’s already running towards the source.
You stand up as well. “We can’t take any chances”, you mumble, heading off after Dean.
Chris tries to follow you, but Sam grabs his arm. “We’re better here. Let’s make a plan and find them.”
Your lungs burn as you quickly chase after the voice and Dean, pausing abruptly when you hear it suddenly stop. You stay quiet and move slowly. Soon, you see a figure on the ground, and your stomach clenches uncomfortably. Luckily, his chest rises and falls, causing you to sigh in relief. You gently shake Dean’s shoulder, but he’s out cold. You can’t carry him- he’s too heavy and you’d attract too much noise.
Before you can formulate a plan, a hard, solid force hits you in the back of the head, causing your body to slump on top of Dean’s.
“The greatest reward I’ve received in life is not monetary or being in a band on stage and famous. I do a lot of street performances and I also make balloon animals for the children. Sometimes, I see the kids with the big eyes, sitting there and watching and their parents don’t have any money for balloons. I used to do this for years on Coney Island, which is a different economic class, and I don’t mean that as an insult or anything. And the kids are wearing swim trunks—they don’t have wallets in their pockets. So I always give free balloon animals to the kids. I take pride in never turning down a kid over money. So what? It’s a balloon! You can get a bag of them—144 balloons—for only $10. So my greatest reward in life is just the smiles on the children’s faces as I ramble through life singing my songs, reciting my poetry, and making my balloon animals.”