His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash, kept her mouth shut most of the time, made good bloody marys, and had a Chihuahua named 'Carlos' that was practically blind.
Tom Waits "Franks Wild Years"
The sun's going down like a big bald head. It's Sharkey's night. It's Sharkey's night tonight. And the manager said, Mr. Sharkey? He's not at his desk right now would you like to leave a message.
Laurie Anderson "Sharkey's Day"
Marco |
She was a spent piece of used jet trash, kept her mouth shut most of the time, made good bloody marys, and had a Chihuahua named 'Carlos' that was practically blind.
Tom Waits "Franks Wild Years"
The sun's going down like a big bald head. It's Sharkey's night. It's Sharkey's night tonight. And the manager said, Mr. Sharkey? He's not at his desk right now would you like to leave a message.
Laurie Anderson "Sharkey's Day"
Marco |
Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
-Neutral Milk Hotel |
" Got sick of my job, sick of my wife, sick of my future and sick of my life. Jumped in the car and hit the gas , told everybody they can kiss my ___" I only quoted a short bit from the following song (actually, largely spoken word) in a previous contribution to this thread, but given this recent Glen Frey lyric (the subject is identical); in case you've never heard it, Ozzy, thought you may enjoy the entire verse, from Tom Waits...Frank's Wild Years: Tom gives a real deadpan delivery on this song: Frank settled down in the Valley,
and he hung his wild years on a
nail that he drove through his
wife's forehead.
He sold used office furniture out
there on San Fernando Road and
assumed a $30,000 loan at
15 1/4% and put a down payment
on a little two bedroom place.
His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
Made good bloody-marys, kept her mouth
shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua
named Carlos that had some kind of skin
disease and was totally blind.
They had a thoroughly modern kitchen;
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan.
They were so happy.
One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouths.
Drank 'em in the car on his way to the
Shell station; he got a gallon of gas in a can.
Drove home, doused everything in
the house, torched it.
Parked across the street laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red.
Frank put on a top forty station,
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed North.
Never could stand that dog. |
(And he's quoting the French poet Relke) Rainer Maria Rilke was born in Prague and wrote in German. It is indeed a quote from Rilke, you got that part right. One of my favorite writers - his letters are quite beautiful. I had one that was brought to mind just the other day; a line from an XTC song: I ask myself should I put my finger to the left, no
I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no
I say it really doesn't matter where I put my finger
Someone else will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated game Marco |
Greg Brown has written some great lyrics. Check out his prose from the song, Whatever it Was, from Slant 6 Mind. Here's a couple of lines from that tune in case you're too lazy to use the link or don't want to read the whole thing: Like a guy in a bra it's the idea that counts, It's a picture of a picture of a whore holding a picture of a john.
An electronic head and feet of clay, gonna be a lotta roadkill on the Information Highway, Someone stole the video of the everfresh and lovely dawn. |
From Mark Hollis hauntingly beautiful self-titled album, these are the complete lyrics from the 6'21" song, "Inside Looking Out." Feel my skin Lord
Feel my luck tumbling down
Left no life no more
Turn my seasons turn
Lived in much younger times
Left no life no more
For me to shine
From Robert Plant's, Band of Joy, album...this was actually derived from a traditional song, but I think he's changed the lyrics a bit. Cindy got religion
She had it once before
She spilled it on a Saturday
Upon a hardwood floor From the dark and cynical Jim White project, Chainsaw of Life, by Hellwood (White, Dowd, & Willie B) - lyrics by Johnny Dowd, "Thank you, Lord": Thank you Lord
Oh thank you for the hurricane
I see your boundless love
In the faces etched with pain
Thank you Lord
Oh thank you for the memories of the ark
You are the shining light we see
When were drowning in the dark
Thank you Lord for Jesus
And the rope from which he hung
And thank you for the cross
Upon which they nailed your son
Thank you thank you for our leaders
With their blind and stupid eyes
Your mysterious wisdom
Is embedded in their lies
Thank you for the rich man
Who gets richer by the hour
For the professor of higher learning
Hidden in his ivory tower
Thank you for the earthquake
For the fire and devastation
And the suffering that results
From your inscrutable equation
And thank you Lord oh thank you
Your mercy falls like rain
That destroyed the mighty levy
That held back Lake Pontchartrain
So thank you for Katrina
And the mighty towers that fall
Thank you oh thank you
We thank you one and all |
Thanks, Edorr. Back atcha, from Tom Waits: Well I don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
I know Jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall down on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
Well I don't want no Anna Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it's the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul
When the weather gets rough
And it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that's ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel so good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied |
Lovely, indeed, Edorr. Speaking of Zimmerman.... Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What ?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done ?"
God says. "Out on Highway 61". |
