Loudon Wainwright III — Hard Day On The Planet
Album: More Love Songs
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Released: 1986
Length: 4:38
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Timely! The US is in the shits right now.
Lyrics from AZ:
The dollar went down and the President said
"Who's in charge, now?" I don't know, take your pick
A new disease every day and the old ones are coming back
Things are looking kind of gray, like they're going to black
Don't turn on the TV, don't show me the paper
(I) Don't want to know he got kidnapped or why they all raped her
I want to go on vacation till the pressure lets up
But they keep hijacking airplanes and blowing them up
It's been a hard day on the planet
How much is it all worth?
It's getting harder to understand it
Things are tough all over on earth
It's hot in December and cold in July
When it rains it pours out of a poisonous sky
In California the body counts keep getting higher
It's evil out there, man that state is always on fire
Everyone has a system, but they can't seem to win
Even Bob Geldof looks alarmingly thin
I got to get on that shuttle get me out of this place
But there's gonna be warfare up there in outer space
It's been a hard day on the planet
How much is it all worth?
It's getting harder to understand it
Things are tough all over on earth
I've got clothes on my back and shoes on my feet
A roof over my head and something to eat
My kids are all healthy and my folks are alive
You know, it's amazing but sometimes I think I'll survive
I've got all of my fingers and all of my toes
I'm pretty well off I guess, I suppose
So how come I feel bad so much of the time?
A man ain't an island John Dunn wasn't lying
It's been a hard day on the planet
How much is it all worth?
It's getting harder to understand it
Things are tough all over on earth
It's business as usual; some things never change
It's unfair, it's tough, unkind and it's strange
We don't seem to learn; we can't seem to stop
Maybe some explosions would close up the shop
You know, maybe that would be fine: we would be off the hook
We resolved all our problems, never mind what it took
And it all would be over, finito, the end
Until the survivors started up all over again
It's been a hard day on the planet
How much is it all worth?
It's getting harder to understand it
Things are tough all over on earth
"Who's in charge, now?" I don't know, take your pick
A new disease every day and the old ones are coming back
Things are looking kind of gray, like they're going to black
Don't turn on the TV, don't show me the paper
(I) Don't want to know he got kidnapped or why they all raped her
I want to go on vacation till the pressure lets up
But they keep hijacking airplanes and blowing them up
It's been a hard day on the planet
How much is it all worth?
It's getting harder to understand it
Things are tough all over on earth
It's hot in December and cold in July
When it rains it pours out of a poisonous sky
In California the body counts keep getting higher
It's evil out there, man that state is always on fire
Everyone has a system, but they can't seem to win
Even Bob Geldof looks alarmingly thin
I got to get on that shuttle get me out of this place
But there's gonna be warfare up there in outer space
It's been a hard day on the planet
How much is it all worth?
It's getting harder to understand it
Things are tough all over on earth
I've got clothes on my back and shoes on my feet
A roof over my head and something to eat
My kids are all healthy and my folks are alive
You know, it's amazing but sometimes I think I'll survive
I've got all of my fingers and all of my toes
I'm pretty well off I guess, I suppose
So how come I feel bad so much of the time?
A man ain't an island John Dunn wasn't lying
It's been a hard day on the planet
How much is it all worth?
It's getting harder to understand it
Things are tough all over on earth
It's business as usual; some things never change
It's unfair, it's tough, unkind and it's strange
We don't seem to learn; we can't seem to stop
Maybe some explosions would close up the shop
You know, maybe that would be fine: we would be off the hook
We resolved all our problems, never mind what it took
And it all would be over, finito, the end
Until the survivors started up all over again
It's been a hard day on the planet
How much is it all worth?
It's getting harder to understand it
Things are tough all over on earth
This is a song I probably never would have heard. Thanks for RP and William!
hellsgardener wrote:
Never heard this before. Didn't recognise the voice at first, but from hearing the lyrics i thought it must be a new tune. So on looking and finding who it was, and from 1986 !! I was pretty surprised at that. How little has changed, and what has, has in general, not been for the 'better'.
'Everything changes, It all stays the same'...
I hope we don't have to wait another 13 years to hear this again.
Love RP
last comment was 13 years ago, so no wonder I haven't heard this here before. Please can we hear it again soon so I can make up my mind. WAY ahead of its time! in 1986
Never heard this before. Didn't recognise the voice at first, but from hearing the lyrics i thought it must be a new tune. So on looking and finding who it was, and from 1986 !! I was pretty surprised at that. How little has changed, and what has, has in general, not been for the 'better'.
'Everything changes, It all stays the same'...
I hope we don't have to wait another 13 years to hear this again.
Love RP
Shesdifferent wrote:
Humans love retro. We relive yearly, seems like!
I love the line about the survivors starting it all over over again. Excellent song!
Humans love retro. We relive yearly, seems like!
last comment was 13 years ago, so no wonder I haven't heard this here before. Please can we hear it again soon so I can make up my mind. WAY ahead of its time! in 1986
love the jazzy undertones to the folk message...
Tops!
Never heard it before... Great song, great words, great bass... I hope hear it here again! Loudon, Martha, Rufus... The Wainwright family is made of (great) music.
I love the line about the survivors starting it all over over again. Excellent song!
VERY flippen appropriate for today!
Never heared this before! Very nice indeed!
At last! Bill is playing "Dad" instead of his kids all the time! Don't get me wrong, I love all the Wainwrigthts (including MOM) but it's soooo good to hear Loudon....amazing singer/songwriter - fantastic voice (!!!) and he's fabulous LIVE! Loudon - hurry and get back to Austin (or Wimberley!!!).
So is that a saxophone or a kazoo? Whatever it is, it sounds like angry bees. I'm covered in bees!
Love it.
am wrote:
So true!
You said it Mr. Wainwright...it's getting harder to understand today.
Something about his vocal style and writing remind me of Arlo. A good thing!
Something about his vocal style and writing remind me of Arlo. A good thing!
So true!
plutodazed wrote:
Hey there. I got some bad news, and a question. First the question: What does one do occupation-wise on Pluto anyway. Second, the bad news: We back here on Earth have downgraded your 'location' from Planet Pluto to Minor Planet number 134340. Sorry to hear about that, not my decision. I liked it better as a planet. Of course, there is some good news: when my daughter is old enough to have to make one of those 'solar system' science projects, I have one less thing to build for it...
Great theme song for me. A cheerful blues song that explains my interplanetary occupation and my location.
Hey there. I got some bad news, and a question. First the question: What does one do occupation-wise on Pluto anyway. Second, the bad news: We back here on Earth have downgraded your 'location' from Planet Pluto to Minor Planet number 134340. Sorry to hear about that, not my decision. I liked it better as a planet. Of course, there is some good news: when my daughter is old enough to have to make one of those 'solar system' science projects, I have one less thing to build for it...
blainejuchau wrote:
Oh, he knows. I'm guessing he's so disgusted by it all that he can't even write songs about it anymore. 2010 makes 1986 look like heaven.
Lyrics may be black comedy, but wow, was he ahead of his time. The info here says it was released in 1986. If he only knew what we've done since then.
Oh, he knows. I'm guessing he's so disgusted by it all that he can't even write songs about it anymore. 2010 makes 1986 look like heaven.
Lyrics may be black comedy, but wow, was he ahead of his time. The info here says it was released in 1986. If he only knew what we've done since then.
Nice music, but as a contribution to the so-called culture of fear, not too thrilled about the lyrics.
Mugro wrote:
And you think it's NOT that creep George Bush's fault? Wow, you must live under a rock or something. Get a CLUE, Mugro. It's later than you think.
Must be George Bush's fault somehow!
And you think it's NOT that creep George Bush's fault? Wow, you must live under a rock or something. Get a CLUE, Mugro. It's later than you think.
srbarry wrote:
Thanks for remaining so positive about it!
;-)
Yep, the same old negative whining always appeals to the 'woe is us' crowd.
Thanks for remaining so positive about it!
;-)
The best Wainwright! Awsome!
No dead skunk....dammit!
Business as usual, some things never change..How much is it all worth?
srbarry wrote:
Yep, the same old negative whining always appeals to the 'woe is us' crowd.
Must be George Bush's fault somehow!
Bob Geldorf?
Last version I heard was just him and a guitar
cool song.
am wrote:
You said it Mr. Wainwright...it's getting harder to understand today.
Something about his vocal style and writing remind me of Arlo. A good thing!
Yep, the same old negative whining always appeals to the 'woe is us' crowd.
Great theme song for me. A cheerful blues song that explains my interplanetary occupation and my location.
This is a different version than the last one
I heard...groovy
Definitely not Loudon's best work - how about adding "Unrequited to the n'th degree" to the lineup?
I saw him in concert about 1980, a great show. He sang a song about his newborn son breast feeding that cracked everyone up called "Rufus is a tit man". :-)
You said it Mr. Wainwright...it's getting harder to understand today.
Something about his vocal style and writing remind me of Arlo. A good thing!
Oh, this guy has such a wonderfully tweaked viewpoint. "Even Bob Geldof looks alarmingly thin..." His description of being "pretty well off..." (his parents are alive, he has all his fingers and toes, etc...) is something we could all take to heart, when we start feeling like we're in a world of hurt.
I love the ol' Loud...:sunny.gif:
With hurricane Katrina at 165mph this is a well timed play.
love hearing loudon!
though it makes me wanna hear "dead skunk" so bad it hurts...
Perfect song for the day I am having!
He surely's got the capacity to relativise the situation the world's in and put things somewhat in the right perspective (without preaching too much)!
The music in the verses is pretty much similar to Fever.
keemun wrote:
well, hopefully at some point in past several decades he's realized he's part of the old-time folk scene, but not really a cultural icon.
until his son started getting promoted, I had only heard of Loudon III a couple times in vague references. his father, Loudon II, was apparently a longtime editor of Life Magazine, which is probably not genuinely meaningful to anyone under 50--as far as "famous writer", I'm not uneducated, and I've never heard of him. if the ex-wife you're referring to is Kate McGarrigle, I've never heard of her either.
hopefully, we're all doing our stuff because we enjoy it, not so we can be famous or be better-known than our fathers/ex-wives/children (who themselves are not exactly competing with Bob Dylan for cultural mindspace). if Loudon III has been able to make a living doing his music and the worst thing to happen to him is that there are other people more famous than he, I can't really call that a cruel fate.
fitz368 wrote:Assuming that is, that addiction to self-destructive behavior and the false rationalizations associated with it are still classified as medical disorders.
It felt more like propaganda to me, which took away from the fun.
Sounds like you've got government disease! 8O ;)
keemun wrote:
well, hopefully at some point in past several decades he's realized he's part of the old-time folk scene, but not really a cultural icon.
until his son started getting promoted, I had only heard of Loudon III a couple times in vague references. his father, Loudon II, was apparently a longtime editor of Life Magazine, which is probably not genuinely meaningful to anyone under 50--as far as "famous writer", I'm not uneducated, and I've never heard of him. if the ex-wife you're referring to is Kate McGarrigle, I've never heard of her either.
hopefully, we're all doing our stuff because we enjoy it, not so we can be famous or be better-known than our fathers/ex-wives/children (who themselves are not exactly competing with Bob Dylan for cultural mindspace). if Loudon III has been able to make a living doing his music and the worst thing to happen to him is that there are other people more famous than he, I can't really call that a cruel fate.
Le'see...been making a living as a singer/songwriter for 30 years; did a funny stint on M*A*S*H; lovely gift for trenchant lyrics...not bad for Rufus's dad. BTW, Kate and Anna McGarrigle were pretty hot back when Loudon III was hitting his stride. Check 'em out.
I had never heard this song before. Anyway, this sounds like it would be perfect theme song for the beginning of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. I just had visions of Authur Dent.
The one thing about this song that irks me is: for a guy with a name as frequently mispronounced/misspelled as Loudon Wainwright, why does he so conspicuously mispronounce Bob Geldof's name as Bob Geldorf? Jolts me awake every time it gets to that line.
I've been a LWIII fan ever since T-Shirt. He has some of the best lyrics going - ever. Well... maybe not counting Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road...
jonleehacker wrote:
boy, that would burn Loudo's ass to read that. He was the son of a famous writer and he could never live up to his dad's expectations and now he's over shadowed by his son, not to mention his ex-wife...life is cruel sometimes.
well, hopefully at some point in past several decades he's realized he's part of the old-time folk scene, but not really a cultural icon.
until his son started getting promoted, I had only heard of Loudon III a couple times in vague references. his father, Loudon II, was apparently a longtime editor of Life Magazine, which is probably not genuinely meaningful to anyone under 50--as far as "famous writer", I'm not uneducated, and I've never heard of him. if the ex-wife you're referring to is Kate McGarrigle, I've never heard of her either.
hopefully, we're all doing our stuff because we enjoy it, not so we can be famous or be better-known than our fathers/ex-wives/children (who themselves are not exactly competing with Bob Dylan for cultural mindspace). if Loudon III has been able to make a living doing his music and the worst thing to happen to him is that there are other people more famous than he, I can't really call that a cruel fate.
aw, can't go knocking jon dunn.
but anyway - this isn't the version of this song i'm most familiar with. i seem to remember a less-jazzy acoustic version -- anyone else know that one?
japanmoran wrote:
Dang, this is a fun song with a message....I hate when artists do that.
It felt more like propaganda to me, which took away from the fun.
Nuance wrote:
This is Rufus Wainwrights Dad.
boy, that would burn Loudo's ass to read that. He was the son of a famous writer and he could never live up to his dad's expectations and now he's over shadowed by his son, not to mention his ex-wife...life is cruel sometimes.
Very nice.
Dang, this is a fun song with a message....I hate when artists do that.
Saw Loudon in concert recently. A small intimate setting. 'Twas loads of fun.
Nuance wrote:
This is Rufus Wainwrights Dad.
So he's a young'un, and his dad's a Loudon.
This is Rufus Wainwrights Dad.
Great line:
"Even Bob Geldolf is looking alarmingly thin"
Great lyric