Johnny Cash & The Avett Brothers
Raphael Saadiq
Patti Smith
Rise Against
The Nightwatchman
Pete Townshend
Bettye LaVette
Charlie Winston
Diana Krall
Brett Dennen
Mariachi El Bronx
Ziggy Marley
The Gaslight Anthem
Silversun Pickups
My Morning Jacket
The Airborne Toxic Event
Sting
Mark Knopfler
Queens of the Stone Age
Lenny Kravitz
Steve Earle & Lucia Micarelli
Blake Mills
Miley Cyrus
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Elvis Costello
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Joan Baez
The Belle Brigade
Sugarland
Jack’s Mannequin
Oren Lavie - אורן לביא
Sussan Deyhim
Adele
K’naan
Ximena Sariñana
Pajama Club & Neil Finn
Bryan Ferry
Zee Avi
Carly Simon
Flogging Molly
Fistful Of Mercy
Joe Perry
Bad Religion
My Chemical Romance
RedOne &
Paul Rodgers & Nils Lofgren
Darren Criss & Freelance Whales
Cage The Elephant
Band of Skulls
Sinéad O’Connor
The Sweet Tea Project
Kesha
Kronos Quartet
Maroon 5
Carolina Chocolate Drops
Seal & Jeff Beck
Dierks Bentley
Mick Hucknall
Thea Gilmore
State Radio
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We Are Augustines
Lucinda Williams
Kris Kristofferson
Eric Burdon
Evan Rachel Wood
Marianne Faithfull
Pete Seeger
Bob Dylan
¡Outernational!
Silverstein
Daniel Bedingfield
Seen the arrow on the door post
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem"
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, I heard the hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet Magnolia blooming
(And)
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moaning
(I can)
Hear the undertaker's bell
(Yeah)
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, God is in heaven
And we all want what's His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell