A hand print on the driver's side it looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small and popsicles in summer ...Neko Case : Deep Red Bells
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..."she understands your problems
she lets the little things go"....
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And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin'coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue
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"I never eat a white one yet".. Congo Man by "The Mighty Sparrow"
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Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah/Lake Shore Drive (1972)
(I used to think these lyrics were magical.)
There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive, the road is called and it'll take you up or down
From rats on up to riches, fifteen minutes you can fly
Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by
And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by
And there ain't no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slippin' on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound
And it starts up north from Hollywood, water on the driving side
Concrete mountains rearing up, throwing shadows just about five
Sometimes you can smell the green if your mind is feeling fine
There ain't no finer place to be, than running Lake Shore Drive
And there's no peace of mind, or place you see, than riding on Lake Shore Drive
And there ain't no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive, heading into town
Just slippin' on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound
And it's Friday night and you're looking clean
Too early to start the rounds
A ten minute ride from the Gold Coast back, make sure you're pleasure bound
And it's four o'clock in the morning and all of the people have gone away
Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive, tomorrow is another day
And the sunshine's fine in the morning time, tomorrow is another day
And there ain't no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive, heading into town
Just snaking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound
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"Larger than life and twice as ugly, if we have to live there you'll have to drug me..."
ABC
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What isn’t,is (Bob Dylan, Mixed up kid)
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Townes Van Zandt/Waiting Around To Die
Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I don't even know the reason why
But I guess I'll keep a-gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
But it's easier than just a-waitin' around to die
Oh one time, friends, I had a ma, even had a pa
Well, he beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried
She told him to take care of me, headed down to Tennessee
Well, it's easier than just a-waitin' around to die
I came age and I found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar
Oh, she cleaned me out and hit it on the sly
Well, I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train
Seemed easier than just a-waitin' around to die
Had a friend, said he knew where some easy money was
We robbed a man, and brother did we fly
But the posse caught up with me and drug me back to Muskogee
And it's two long years a-waitin' around to die
Oh, but now I'm out of prison
I got me a friend at last
He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie
Oh, his name's codeine
He's the nicest thing I've seen
Well, together we're gonna wait around and die
Yeah, together we're gonna wait around and die
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"yeah, you got your dead cat and you got your dead dog,
on a moonlit night you got your dead toad frog,
Dead skunk in the middle of the road....stinkin to high heaven1'
Loudon Wainwright III
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"Chortle, chortle, chortle, chortle." Loudon Wainwright III 
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@immatthewj
Those lyrics were so heavy I had to add extra support underneath my tablet to keep in from tipping over.
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"...half the distance
takes twice as long..."
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“Pride of Man” is a bible-based song, which references the destruction of Babylon and possibly the Tower of Babel fiasco, as well. The song was written and originally performed as Dylanesque folk-rock by Hamilton Camp, on his 1964 album, Paths of Victory. It was an enjoyable listen in that incarnation
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROfmXgZ2GMQ
But in 1968, the San Francisco band, Quicksilver Messenger Service, recorded the definitive performance of the song as a full-on rocker, featuring some of Quicksilver guitarist John Cippolina’s best work ever.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fG6A6G9uzsQ
Turn around, go back down
Back the way you came
Can't you see that flash of fire
Ten times brighter then the day
And behold a mighty city
Broken in the dust again
Oh god, pride of man
Broken in the dust again
Turn around, go back down
Back the way you came
Babylon is laid to waste
Egypt's buried in her shame
Their mighty men are all beaten down
Their kings are fallin' in the ways
Oh god, pride of man
Broken in the dust again
Turn around, go back down
Back the way you came
Terror is on every sign
Though our leaders are dismayed
All those who place their faith in fire
In fire their fate shall be repaid
Oh god, pride of man
Broken in the dust again
Turn around, go back down
Back the way you came
And shout a warning to the nation
That the sword of god is raised
Get Babylon backed by its city
Rich in treasure, wide in fame
Oh god, pride of man
Broken in the dust again
Yeah!
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahh ahh ahh ahh
And it shall cause your tower to fall
Make of you a pyre of flame
Oh, you who dwell on many waters
Rich in treasure, wide in fame
You bow unto your... your god of gold
Your pride of might shall be a shame
For only god can lead his people
Back unto the earth again
Oh god, pride of man
Broken in the dust again
Our holy mountain be restored
And mercy on the people
The people
Ahhhhhhh ahhhh
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"Have I took you lately that I Love You" Van Morrison
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@waytoomuchstuff ,
Another good one by Homer and Jethro:
"Your kiss of fire has got me burnin' like a cinder, just one more kiss and I'll go flyin' out the winder..."
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@thecarpathian
Good one!!
And, who can forget Hart Brake Motel?
"I walked up to the room clerk.
He looked at me and said,
"You can have a room, but you will have to make your bed."
I said, "That's OK, buddy.
I learned that from my ma."
Then he reached out and handed me a hammer and a saw."
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She'll tell you she's an orphan,
after you meet her family.
The Black Crowes - She Talks to Angels
The vagabond who's rapping at your door,
is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew,
and it's all over now, Baby Blue.
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Bonnie Ratt...I can't make you love if you don't....
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Many of these are based on age so here are mine in no particular order
Hey, y'all prepare yourself for the rubberband man
You've never heard a sound like the rubberband man
You're bound to lose control when the rubberband starts to jam
Th spinners
How can you just walk away from me?
When all I can do is watch you leave
'Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
Phil Collins
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Essentially a spoken word poem, but I'm partial to Gil-Scott Heron's activist work Whitey on the Moon
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey's on the moon)
I can't pay no doctor bills.
(but Whitey's on the moon)
Ten years from now I'll be payin' still
While Whitey's on the moon.
You know, the man jus' upped my rent las' night,
'cause Whitey's on the moon.
No hot water, no toilets, no lights,
but Whitey's on the moon.
I wonder why he's uppi' me?
'cause Whitey's on the moon?
Well I wuz already givin' 'im fifty a week
And now Whitey's on the moon.
Taxes takin' my whole damn check,
The junkies make me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin' up,
An' as if all that crap wuzn't enough,
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an' arms began to swell
And Whitey's on the moon.
Was all that money I made las' year
For Whitey on the moon?
How come I ain't got no money here?
Hmm! Whitey's on the moon.
Y'know I jus' about had my fill
Of Whitey on the moon.
I think I'll sen' these doctor bills,
Airmail special
To Whitey on the moon
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I can explain it to you
But
I can't understand it to you
From a song I might write some day
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