Mr Browne... you are a very lucky man... standing on holy ground brother... Ms Rait is my very favoritist blues singer... from way back.. since San Marcos...so.. pretty much, all my life... thanks for sharing this one thanks y'all 😊🙏Peace☆☆☆
Never saw this or heard the song. Wow! You and Bonnie sure have a very clear love and respectful dear friendship. How much fun is s that.? Good on ya:'s. 💓🎶🎸
Beautiful song and great performance ...! But the lyrics are wrong: Everybody's gotta show you their own PAIN, not thing!! These wrong lyrics are spread all over the www, but they are wrong...! I know, because I have asked Jackson, when I met him. And it does matter to me, it ruins one of the best lines ever written.
Please. . The two of you had this thing NAILED DOWN so easily reproducable *I* could do it if I wweren't an in-stereo wussy many years ago. Shoulda come back did not. I got the girl part, and the newer guitar part is too thud-dy, not at all tinkly as it descends like the older one was. And WTF am I, you might ask? A sleep-deprived person writing gibberish, perhaps, but also one who can play this song as it was originally recorded--better than Jackson was playing it last year, IMO.
Love when you guys sing together
Finally someone who can answer: who is the Great Song Traveller?
I have never before heard two voices blend as beautifully as theirs.
Mr Browne... you are a very lucky man... standing on holy ground brother... Ms Rait is my very favoritist blues singer... from way back.. since San Marcos...so.. pretty much, all my life... thanks for sharing this one
thanks y'all 😊🙏Peace☆☆☆
Never saw this or heard the song. Wow! You and Bonnie sure have a very clear love and respectful dear friendship. How much fun is s that.? Good on ya:'s. 💓🎶🎸
In the time we've known
That we each are a part of one another
We've lost as much as we have won
And as our lives have grown
We have found that it only brings us pain
To hang on to the things that we have done
Still I love the times you've come
When you went away
Taking all that I'd built my false road on
I dropped my life and couldn't find the pieces
Now you come and go
And it's hard but I feel my strength returning
We'll see how far this new road reaches
We'll see a little more each time we comeNow everybody's gonna tell you it's not worth it
Everybody's gotta show you their own thing
You might try to find your way up around it
But the need for love will still remainNow we're lying here
So safe in the ruins of our pleasures
Laughter marks the place where we have fallen
And our lives are near
So it wouldn't occur to us to wonder
Is this the past or the future that is calling
Songwriters
BROWNE, JACKSON Published by
Lyrics © Jackson Browne/Swallow Turn Music/Night Kitchen Music/Open Window Music
Read more: Jackson Browne - The Times You've Come Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Love these two together!
Happy Birthday Jackson!
Great, song.
masterpiece!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I knew I should have gone to this show instead of Flint Center :-(
if anybody can figure out the comments between jackson and the audience i'd love it if you posted...thanks
Beautiful song and great performance ...!
But the lyrics are wrong:
Everybody's gotta show you their own PAIN, not thing!!
These wrong lyrics are spread all over the www, but they are wrong...!
I know, because I have asked Jackson, when I met him.
And it does matter to me, it ruins one of the best lines ever written.
What a zero. You write songs and perfom like Jackson has done for 40+ years and then you can drop a comment like that.
Please. . The two of you had this thing NAILED DOWN so easily reproducable *I* could do it if I wweren't an in-stereo wussy many years ago. Shoulda come back did not. I got the girl part, and the newer guitar part is too thud-dy, not at all tinkly as it descends like the older one was. And WTF am I, you might ask? A sleep-deprived person writing gibberish, perhaps, but also one who can play this song as it was originally recorded--better than Jackson was playing it last year, IMO.
“Everybody has got to show you their own PAIN” not thing.