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Joan Baez

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Biography

The most accomplished interpretive folksinger of the 1960s, Joan Baez has influenced nearly every aspect of popular music in a career still going strong. Joan Baez is possessed of a once-in-a-lifetime soprano, which, since the late '50s, she has put in the service of folk and pop music as well as a variety of political causes. Starting out in Boston, Joan Baez first gained recognition at the 1959 Newport Folk Festival, then cut her debut album, Greatest Hits (October 1960), for Vanguard Records. It was made up of 13 traditional songs, some of them children's ballads, given near-definitive treatment. A moderate success on release, the album took off after the breakthrough of Joan Baez Vol.2 (September 1961), and both albums became huge hits, as did Joan Baez's third album, Joan Baez in Concert, Pt. 1 (September 1962). Each album went gold and stayed in the bestseller charts more than two years.

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  1.  
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    Well I'll be damned
    Here comes your ghost again
    But that's not unusual
    It's just that the moon is full
    And you happened to call
    Diamonds And Rust - (4:49)  -  23,456 plays
  2.  
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    Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
    Rest forever here in our hearts
    The last and final moment is yours
    That agony is your triumph
    Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
    Here's To You - (3:08)  -  11,240 plays
  3.  
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    How many roads must a man walk down
    Before they call him a man?
    How many seas must a white dove sail
    Before she sleeps in the sand?
    How many times must the cannonballs fly
    Blowin' In The Wind - (3:20)  -  11,036 plays
  4.  
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    Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
    She's sleeping here right by my side
    And in her right hand a silver dagger
    She says that I can't be your bride
    All men are false, says my mother
    Silver Dagger - (2:26)  -  8,486 plays
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    There is a house in New Orleans,
    they call the rising sun.
    It`s been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I`m one.
    My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans,
    my father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.
    House of the Rising Sun - (2:56)  -  8,725 plays
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