"It takes an honest man to live outside the law" (Bob Dylan) |
When I was twenty one it was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair with all that perfumed hair and it came undone when I was twenty one.
Frank -"It Was A Very Good Year" |
Scars are Souvenirs you Never Lose;Name,GooGooDolls |
Theres a Hole in Daddys arm,where all the Money Goes,Jesus Christ died for nothing i suppose;Sam Stone,,,John Prine |
She dont like her eggs all runny,she thinks crossin her legs is funny,she looks down her nose at money,she gets it on like the easter bunny,shes my baby,im her honey,im never gonna let her go;In Spite of Ourselves,,John Prine |
the rusty wire that holds the core that keeps the anger in... gives way and suddenly its day again. (two suns in the sunset, Pink Floyd)
the sun is not yellow its chicken. (Dylan) |
From John Hartford's "Mark Twain" album..... "Don't leave your records in the sun, they warp and won't be good for anyone" |
Who else is gonna bring you
A broken arrow
Who else is gonna bring you
A bottle of rain
There he goes, moving across the water
There he goes turning my whole
world around
Robbie Robertson - Broken arrow. |
I can't believe no one has posted...
"And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?" - Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here |
"I'm not aware of too many things
But I know what I know if you know what I mean"
Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians. |
And in the End
The Love You Take
Is Equal to the Love You Make
J.P.G.R. |
How about:
Woke up this mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert. |
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.Billy Joel |
Phish; "No left turn unstoned." |
"Don't let the past, remind us of what we are not now"
Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
Crosby, Stills & Nash
|
"When life looks like easy street there is danger at your door"
"If you plant ice you're gonna harvest wind" |
yOU GOT A MISSION IN LIFE
TO HOLD OUT YOUR HAND
TO HELP THE OTHER GUY OUT
HELP YOUR FELLOW MAN
THAT'S WHY I OWN THIS HERE BAR
THERE THIRSTY OUTSIDE
I GIVE 'EM OCEANS TO DRINK
THEN THEY DROWN IN THE TIDE
...THEY JUST DROWN IN THE TIDE.
A MISSION IN LIFE
STAN RIDGWAY |
One I can't get out of my head:
"A long time ago,
I turned to myself,
And said you...you are my daughter."
-Curt Kirkwood (Meat Puppets) |
Watch out where the Huskie's go,
and don't you eat that yellow snow...
/.>frank Zappa... |
Dave's True Story "Can't Get You Out Of My System:"
"Who would have thought I would come to such grief
Over some little bucket of tease?
Just goes to prove my most fervent belief
That love's still the cruelest venereal disease."
Actually, I think DTS has some of the most consistently interesting lyrics around.
Happy Listening. |
IT'S IN THE BOOK
(Johnny Standley / Art Thorsen)
Johnny Standley with Horace Heidt & His Musical Knights - 1952
I have a message for you, a very sad message! My subject for this
evening will be Little Bo Peep.
It says here, "Little Bo Peep", who was a little girl, "has lost her
sheep, and doesn't know where to find them". Now that's reasonable,
isn't it? It's, it's reasonable to assume if Little Bo Peep had lost
her sheep, it's only natural that she wouldn't know where to find
them. That, that basically is reasonable, but, uh, "leave them
alone". Now that overwhelms me Â… completely overwhelms me. The man
said she lost her sheep, turns right around and boldly states, "She
doesn't know where to find them". And then has the stupid audacity to
say, "Leave them alone!" Now! Now, now think for a moment! Think! If
the sheep were lost, and you couldn't find them, you'd have to leave
them alone, wouldn't you? So, "Leave them alone". "Leave them alone".
It's in the book!
"Leave them alone and they", they being the sheep, "they will come
home". Ah yes, they'll come home. Oh, there'll be a brighter day
tomorrow, they will come home! It's in the book.
"They will come home a-waggin' their tails". Pray tell me what else
could they wag? "They will come home a-waggin' their tails behind
them, behind them!" Did we think they'd wag them in front? Of course,
they might have come home in reverse. They could have done that, I
really don't know. But, none the less, it's in the book.
So now if you will, kindly pick up your books, and turn to page 222.
We'll ask you all to sing. You'll find your books on the backs of
your seats. Are we ready?
Everyone, 222. Let's really enjoy ourselves, let's live it up. All
together.
Do you remember grandma's lye soap?
Good for everything in the home
And the secret was in the scrubbing
It wouldn't suds and couldn't foam
Then let us sing right out for grandma's, for grandma's lye soap
Used for, for everything, everything on the place
For pots and kettles, the dirty dishes
And for your hands and for your face
So we'll now sing the second verse. Let's get it with great
exuberance, let's live it up. It's not raining inside tonight.
Everyone, let's have a happy time. Are we ready? All together, the
second verse.
Little Herman and brother Thurman
Had an aversion to washing their ears
Grandma scrubbed them with the lye soap
And they haven't heard a word in years
Then let us sing right out for grandma's, for grandma's lye soap
Sing all out, all over the place
For pots and kettles, the dirty dishes
And for your hands and for your face
Well, let's sing what's left of the last verse. Let's have a happy
time, everyone. The last verse, all together. Everyone!
Mrs. O'Malley, out in the valley
Suffered from Ulcers, I understand
She swallowed a cake of grandma's lye soap
Has the cleanest ulcers in the land
Then let us sing right out for grandma's, for grandma's lye soap
Sing right out, all over the place
The pots and, the pots and pans, oh dirty dishes
And for your hands and for your face |
DOH! I should have looked a little farther, HERE's the thread where my .02 counts.
"And the 3 men I admire most, the father, son and the holy ghost. Well they caught the last train for the coast, the day the music died. And there were singin' ...." |
"Scarlet Begonias"
words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
[Bridge]
I ain't often right
but I've never been wrong
It seldom turns out the way
it does in the song..
Once in a while
you get shown the light
in the strangest of places
if you look at it right
classic! |
"I don't care if it rains or freezes long as I have my plastic Jesus riding on the dashboard of my car"
From the movie Cool Hand Luke |
"This is the night of the expanding man.
I take one last drag as I approach the stand.
I cried when I wrote this song;
sue me if I play too long.
This brother is free, I'll be what I want to be." |
"Welcome to the machine." |
Were so pretty Oh so prettyÂ… vacant |
"If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,why,oh,why can't I? |
Of course ,to clarify, that is my favorite if Katharine McPhee were sitting on my lap singing it to me! |
She came onto him like a slow movin' cold front -- His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes
John Hiatt |
Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
-Neutral Milk Hotel |
"You tell that you've heard every sound there is,
and you bird is green,
but you can't hear me,
you can't hear me!"
Lennon/McCartney 1966 |
"A case of You", on Blue by Joni Mitchell, helped me through the teenage Angst
"Guitar Town" by Steve Earl, has there been a better song about being trapped in a small town and longing for life to begin |
" 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 ___"
Glen Frey from No fun aloud CD, the song is Party Town. |
" 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 MouthÂ’s.
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. |
You guys need to lay of the depressants!
As always, Enjoy,
TIC |
"Thank God and Greyhound Your Gone"
Steve O. |
whoops; that's "You're Gone"
Steve O. |
"the sign said HELP WANTED - NO LONG HAIRS NEED APPLY .
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and went in to ask him why .
He said you look like a fine upstanding young man , I think you'll do !
So I took off my hat and said imagine that , me working for you !" |
"I wish that I could eat your cancer " |
She Came Along to Me
Words by Woody Guthrie-1942
Music by Wilco-1998
Ten hundred books could I write you about her
Cause I felt if I could know her
I would know all women
And they've not been any too well known
For brains and planning and organized thinking
But I'm sure the women are equal
And they may be ahead of the men
Yet I wouldn't spread such a rumor around
Cause one organizes the other
And sometimes the most lost and wasted
Attract the most balanced and sane
And the wild and the reckless take up
With the clocked and the timed
And the mixture is all of us
And we're still mixing
But never never never
Never could have it been done
If the women hadn't entered into the deal
Like she came along to me
And all creeds and kinds and colors
Of us are blending
Till I suppose ten million years from now
We'll all be just alike
Same color, same size, working together
And maybe we'll have all of the fascists
Out of the way by then
Maybe so
But never never never
Never could have it been done
If the women hadn't entered into the deal
Like she came along to me |
"We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the clahssroom(sic)
Teacher leave us kids alone" |
Saki70, "Signs" by 5 Man Electric Band, Great tune!
"Said hey there Mister can't you read, you got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat. (I think the rest goes) , " You can't eat no you can't sleep , you aint supposed to be.
And the sign said got to have a membership card to get inside". |
Saki and Ozzy - yes I agree thats a great song. My fave part is the last part when he goes to the church.... |
Give me my leather coat woman,
Look in the other room and give me my blue suede shoes.
Hand me my leather coat please honey,
Look in the other room and give me my blue suede shoes.
You know, if I don't ever see you, no more darlin',
I swear before God, that would be too soon.
----Buddy Guy |
All you need is love-Beatles. |
Mike Scott does just fine for me thank you...
From "bigger picture"
The continents and the seven oceans
bound the range of my emotions
My time is long but not forever
My moods are the changing wind and weather -
From "Higherbound"
I'm easy to love
but I'm harder to hold
From "Lonesome and a Long, Long Way From Home"
There is light at the end of the road I am told,
peace in the valley and a city of gold
I must be facing backwards because all I can see
is a storm-black rain cloud falling on me
From "The Pan Within"
Put your face to my window,
breathe a night full of treasure
The wind is delicious,
sweet and wild with the promise of pleasure
The stars are alive and nights like these
were born to be sanctified by you and me,
lovers, thieves, fools and pretenders
Even better live... |
That hat balances on your head like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine - Bob Dylan from Blonde on Blonde |
Correction: Not Blonde on Blonde - Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat on the Blonde on Blonde album |
The town pumps on the edge of town
The whores call his name when he comes around
three sheets to the wind like a millionaire
Crawls home on his hands and knees
To three hungry mouths to feed
Their bellies as empty as the Frigidaire
Michael O'Connor |
