Henry Hotze (September 2, 1833–April 19, 1887) was a Swiss-born propagandist for the Confederate States of America during the American Civil War.
He was the son of Rudolph Hotze, a captain in the French Royal Service, and Sophie Esslinger. He was educated in a Jesuit setting and emigrated to the United States in his youth. He became a naturalized citizen in 1855, and lived in Mobile, Alabama, where he made important connections through his social skills and intelligence. He had strong racial opinions. In 1856 Hotze was hired by Josiah C. Nott to translate Joseph Arthur Comte de Gobineau's An Essay on the Inequality of the Human Races entitled The Moral and Intellectual Diversity of Races.
In 1858, he went to the southern commercial convention as a delegate for Mobile. He was a secretary for the U.S. legation in Brussels in 1858 and 1859, and when he returned, worked as an associate editor of the Mobile Register, owned by John Forsyth.
He joined the Mobile Cadets when the Civil War began. On May 30, 1861, he became a clerk in Richmond to the adjutant general. Secretary of War L. P. Walker ordered Hotze to go to London to assist in providing funds for Confederate agents in Europe, and help with the acquisition of munitions and supplies for the conflict. He went through the North and Canada before his departure, and collected some intelligence on the Union's mobilization efforts.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (German: [ˈvɔlfɡaŋ amaˈdeus ˈmoːtsaʁt], English see fn.), baptismal name Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart (27 January 1756 – 5 December 1791), was a prolific and influential composer of the Classical era. He composed over 600 works, many acknowledged as pinnacles of symphonic, concertante, chamber, operatic, and choral music. He is among the most enduringly popular of classical composers.
Mozart showed prodigious ability from his earliest childhood in Salzburg. Already competent on keyboard and violin, he composed from the age of five and performed before European royalty. At 17, he was engaged as a court musician in Salzburg, but grew restless and travelled in search of a better position, always composing abundantly. While visiting Vienna in 1781, he was dismissed from his Salzburg position. He chose to stay in the capital, where he achieved fame but little financial security. During his final years in Vienna, he composed many of his best-known symphonies, concertos, and operas, and portions of the Requiem, which was largely unfinished at the time of his death. The circumstances of his early death have been much mythologized. He was survived by his wife Constanze and two sons.
Tut Taylor (born November 20, 1923) is an American bluegrass musician.
Taylor played banjo and mandolin as a child, and began playing dobro at age 14, learning to use the instrument with a distinctive flat-picking style. Taylor was a member of The Folkswingers in the 1960s, who released three LPs; he recorded his debut solo effort in 1964. Later in the 1960s, he played with the Dixie Gentlemen and in John Hartford's Aero-Plain band.
Taylor became a local Nashville, Tennessee fixture. In 1970, he co-founded the instrument shop GTR there, soon after releasing another solo album. He also co-founded the Old Time Pickin' Parlor, a Nashville venue noted for performances of old-time music, as well as Tut Taylor's General Store.
In a March, 1992 interview, Neil Young reported having bought Hank Williams' Martin D-28 Guitar from Tut Taylor.
At the Grammy Awards of 1995, he was awarded the Grammy Award for Best Bluegrass Album for his work on The Great Dobro Sessions with Jerry Douglas.
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
Yes as a matter of fact
I'm writing it down
I'm making a list, you owe me's
See a mountain of fries
can make up my mind
so pass me the ketchup bottle
You dressed like a clown
I feel like a mess
I'm making excuses for all the times
I was stuck on the street at Demonbreun
and I'm waiting for you
Wishing you never called
you said you'd never let me down
and then you went away
Yeah so maybe you're right
so what if I'm late
I'll buy you some flowers while I want
A mountain of lies
can make up your mind
so pick up the extra pieces
You think I'm a clown
make me confess
I'll give you a reason for all the times
that I made up a mess like I did today
while I was waiting for you
I robbed a store for you
And you won't feel in your arms
and you won't see in your heart
Loose cannons hold in your arms
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
I lost your room keys so sue me
would you be interested
in hearing what I have to say for myself
and after all the confusion
illusions seem to say
you're going to be a soap opera star
You're instamatic not static
to get what you reach for
you're a piece of work, yes you are
Always a big deal, what you feel
so be real with us now
we know those day time spots taught you how
to be right now
so show us how
was it really that bad
was it really that bad
after all that you said
after all that you did
I felt you lips when you kissed me
amazing just to see
you're a superstar, forget TV
Forget the numbers and faces
remember who you are
we still love our sop opera star
you're spectacular
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
Hold on to the final moment
see shapes cross your mind
showed up in many numbers
you can count them
oh ho, what's this
a gift from you to me
and there's a place in the back for you
to put the batteries
Ray Gun would you keep me high
and never let me fall
drive up in red wagons
you can see them
oh no, what's this
a place for you and me
and I'll wait in the back for you but you won't see me
Ray Gun have you lost your mind
Ray Gun have you lost the time
Ray Gun have you lost your mind
I don't feel it but I'd like to
Ray Gun can you drive me home
and never let me sleep
I'll miss what we went through
and you won't tell me
oh no, what's this
a stop for you and me
and I'll stay up late with you
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
Pictures on the wall
stop and stare
let the moment take you there
in my mind I can see
See an empty sky
blue and white
doesn't matter if it's night
I can see them
Pictures on the wall
and they're not far from the fall of falling
it doesn't matter if they're
held to something
Pictures I love you
and the colors of your hues are calling
I searched in terms of things
I'm not knowing
It's your call
I kept your pictures just because
I love you
It's your call
it didn't matter at all
Drawing in the sand
falling objects from you hands
I hope to be shown the side of things
that release you
Super magic cars
rows of telepathic stars all seem to
shoot like rockets from
the walls inside you
Color in the summer
and it couldn't be much hotter
painting on the sidewalk
pictures made of water
Color in the summer
and it couldn't be much hotter
why not hold what's real
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
She paints her face
with her pretty red lipstick
laugh at me when I make
another fool slip
I can't see what she wants from me
so I think I better leave
She ignores me when
I try to make the first move
it drives me crazy cause I
hate it when I know I lose
she won't get what she wants from em
unless I feel the sting of the
Love bee
stings so sweetly
doors like this don't open quickly
I can't please myself
I release myself
I can't try this, I won't buy this, If I try this
why waste time?
Frustrated by the
muse meant to stop her
I hat my hands cause
I can't keep 'em off her
say she's mine for me says I
when I held her by my side
I ignore her when
she tries to make the first move
drives me crazy cause I
hate it when I know I lose
don't know why she's all I need
Sweet angel with me crying
lost in all hope of lying
we found the cause within you
up inside you
up inside
there was nothing to hide
I will find a way
I will find a way
I will find a way
into you
Sometimes you get something
sometimes you get nothing
Sometimes you get something
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
You made us all feel safe at night
when you bombed the soviet missile site
A million cannons couldn't keep you away
got off in the black Porsche and you sped away
But you can't love us all
if you're already gone
But you can't love us all
if you're already gone
But you can't love us all if you're already gone
But you can
you can
you can
Take a chance
take a chance
put your life in your hands
But you can't believe in luck
cause you're already dead
take a chance
come on
put you life in your hands
But you can't believe in luck
cause you're already dead
You made us all feel safe and alarm
get us out of the way, from the weight of the harm
Drove off with a funky diva
It didn't matter cause they didn't see ya
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
Little red rover
let your thoughts come over here
Four leaf clover
does your luck run over fear
Butterflies hold the skies open
for rain
Spread your wings like angels do and
float away
There's no way send me away
Little red rover
let your thoughts come over here
You had me believing
that you would still be here
Butterflies hold the skies open
for rain
Spread you wings like angels do and
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
We started the motion
from a notion
dropped off in the ocean
were running the legs off the child
Stand by the chain that you locked
you're gonna find out that it just won't stop them
we did it the same
There's so many that I couldn't count
they're just running about in my head
they're one in the same
Little devils that dance in my mind
you're gonna find out that it just takes time to
they're one in the same
time is perfect, you figured it out
that it isn't about your feelings
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
If you cannot find your way back to this hole
but you can find your way to
most anything
If we cannot find our way back to this hole
I'm gonna go
I'm gonna go by myself
by myself
by myself
I still look the same
all by myself
Hey look what I've done now they'll listen to me
If you find out what we need just to all be free
I want to be free
I want to be
by myself
by myself
I still look the same
all by myself
hold on to this thing
all by myself
I still look the same
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods)
Voices all that's left inside my head
tell me what to do I want you bad
play for you like a kid in new toy land
bounce for you from a bridge on rubber bands
Nine hands all want you
this one's mine
Nine hands all want you
this one's mine
Do you want things
give you skies and stars above
'cause when I'm grown--
What was it that you wanted me to say
Didn't matter cause the bank didn't trust you
And then you threw it all away
Didn't matter anyway
Oh no did you
Go with a gun
Through the door to the second floor
And then you couldn't have asked for more
What was it that you wanted me to do
All the money in the world couldn't help you
But you tried a time or two
Then its over way too soon
Oh no did you
Go with a gun
Through the door to the second floor
And then you couldn't have asked for more
I'd rather die
Than keep you alive