I give up on you. Caleb, I hope you get AIDS. Ew. Laura, you're my sista and you're pretty. Mrs. Murphy is my new mom, and Luke's okay most of the time. Mr. Murphy... words cannot explain my hate for you.
Love, Aurora
Main Entry: high-maintenance Part of Speech: adjective Definition: requiring a great deal of attention and excessive effort to maintain
I don't REQUIRE a great deal of attention, I just get attention because I'm totally sweet annnd everyone wants to pay attention to me. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO NEXT! You know it's true. I just realized how annoying I am. I seriously can't shut up. HAhahahahhahaha.
Driving to New Hampshire to see ma famille! Luke was invited, but since Laura is coming home he'll stay and I'll probably take a friend because I can't drive my first time to New Hampshire all alone. 6 hours. Just a litttle bit scary. I can't wait to go out but now I'm sad that I don't get to see Laura. Ohhh the PAIN!
Well she was just seventeen You know what I mean And the way she looked Was way beyond compare So how could I dance with another, Oh, when I saw her standing there
LINES FORM ON MY FACE N' HANDS LINES FORM FROM THE UPS N' DOWNS I'M IN THE MIDDLE WITHOUT ANY PLANS I'M A BOY AND I'M A MAN
I'M EIGHTEEN AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT EIGHTEEN I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT EIGHTEEN I GOTTA GET AWAY I'VE GOTTA GET OUTTA THIS PLACE I'LL GO RUNNING IN OUTER SPACE AGAIN
I'VE GOTTA BABY'S BRAIN AND AN OLD MANS HEART TOOK EIGHTEEN YEARS TO GET THIS FAR DON'T ALWAYS KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN THE MIDDLE OF DOUBT
‘CAUSE I'M EIGHTEEN I GET CONFUSED EVERY DAY EIGHTEEN I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY EIGHTEEN I GOTTA GET AWAY
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OH LINES FORM ON MY FACE N' MY HANDS LINES FORM ON THE LEFT AND RIGHT I'M IN THE MIDDLE THE MIDDLE OF LIFE I'M A BOY AND I'M A MAN I'M EIGHTEEN AND I LIKE IT
Valjean He let me eat my fill I had the lion's share The silver in my hand Cost twice what I had earned In all those nineteen years That lifetime of despair And yet he trusted me. The old fool trusted me - He's done his bit of good I played the grateful serf And thanked him like I should But when the house was still, I got up in the night Took the silver Took my flight!
When I was twenty-one It was a very good year 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
No, no, no, Aurora. It's not "you two." It's TWENTY-TWO.
In eighteen hundred and ninety-two The women wore their dresses down to the top of the shoe Nineteen hundred and twenty-three They went to wearin’ ‘em up above their knee
If the women wear their dresses like-a they used to Let me tell you farmers what it surely would do Cause your cotton to go to twenty cents a pound After the dresses went upward, why the cotton went down
When women wore their dresses long the farmer was sublime When they cut the dresses cotton went to a dime Keep on getting shorter, I’ll tell you what they’ll do Instead of three yards they will only get two
Now let me tell you ladies and let me tell you straight You better make ‘em longer before its too late ‘Cause there’s one thing about it and it’s not no joke If you don’t make ‘em longer, why the farmer’s goin’ broke
Twenty- six miles across the sea Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance
Water all around it everywhere Tropical trees and the salty air But for me the thing that's a-waitin'there; romance
It seems so distant, twenty-six miles away Restin' in the water serene I'd work for anyone, even the Navy Who would float me to my island dream
Twenty- six miles, so near yet far I'd swim with just some water-wings and my guitar I could leave the wings but I'll need the guitar for romance, romance, romance, romance
Twenty- six miles across the sea Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me Santa Catalina, the island of romance
A tropical heaven out in the ocean Covered with trees and girls If I have to swim, I'll do it forever Till I'm gazin' on those island pearls
Forty kilometers in a leaky old boat Any old thing that'll stay afloat When we arrive we'll all promote romance, romance, romance, romance
Twenty- six miles across the sea Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me Santa Catalina, the island of romance, romance, romance, romance
Twenty- six miles across the sea Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog. And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, 'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not what I came to tell you about.
Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Oh, where have you been, Charming Billy? I have been to seek a wife, She's the idol of my life. She's a young thing, And cannot leave her mother.
... (lots of verses)
Can she sing a pretty song, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she sing a pretty song, Charming Billy? She can sing a pretty song, But she often sings it wrong. She's a young thing, And cannot leave her mother.
How old may she be, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? How old may she be, Charming Billy? Three times six and four times seven, Twenty eight and eleven, She's a young thing, And cannot leave her mother.
She left twenty-nine broken hearts Broken in twenty-nine parts Now there are twenty-nine fellas complainin' to their moms About the lady from 29 Palms She got twenty-nine Cadillacs Twenty-nine sables from Sach's They came from twenty-nine fellas who never had their arms Around the lady from 29 Palms She's a yip-yip-yippy-eyed dolly A new kinda gal of the west And yip-yip-yippy by-golly Whatever she does, she does her best She rides twenty-nine trails to bliss Knows twenty-nine ways how to kiss She is a gal that you dream of, you'd love to have your arms Around the lady from 29 Palms
She left twenty-nine broken hearts, baby Broken in twenty-nine parts were their broken hearts, mmm oy-da doy-da Twenty-nine fellas complainin' to their moms About the lady from 29 Palms She got twenty-nine Cadillacs, baby Twenty-nine sables from Sach's and them Cadillacs, mmm boy-da doy-da Twenty-nine fellas who never had their arms Around the lady from 29 Palms (instrumental break) She's a yippety-yippety-yippety-eye-oh, what a dolly A bronco that no one can break And yippety-yippety-yippety-eye-oh, by-golly She's never giving, but how she takes She's got twenty-nine diamond rings Got, got, got 'em without any strings (Wow!) A dynamite dream-boat, a load of atom bombs (Who?) The lady from 29 palms The lady from 29 palms
Here's to Donegal And her people brave and tall Here's to Antrim, to Leitrim and to Derry Here's to Cavan and to Louth, Here's to Carlow in the South Here's to Longford, to Waterford, and Kerry.
Then clink your glasses, clink 'Tis a toast for all to drink And let every voice join in the chorus For Ireland is our home And wherever we may roam We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here's to Tyrone, Where O'Neill long held his own Here's to Monaghan, Fermanagh and Kildare, boys! Here's to her whose stroke Broke the hated Penal yoke And you know that's the brave County Clare, boys.
Then clink your glasses, clink 'Tis a toast for all to drink And let every voice join in the chorus For Ireland is our home And wherever we may roam We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here's to Sligo and to Down, And Armagh of old renown Here's to Kilkenny famed in story Here's to Wexford by the sea, That near set old Ireland free And here's to Royal Meath in all her glory.
Then clink your glasses, clink 'Tis a toast for all to drink And let every voice join in the chorus For Ireland is our home And wherever we may roam We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here's to Galway and Mayo, That never feared a foe Here's to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes Here's to Limerick famed to all For its well-defended wall And still more for the beauty of its lasses.
Then clink your glasses, clink 'Tis a toast for all to drink And let every voice join in the chorus For Ireland is our home And wherever we may roam We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here's to gallant Cork, The next county to New York Here's to Roscommon bright and airy Here's to Westmeath, Where a tyrant scarce can breathe And here's to unconquered Tipperary.
Then clink your glasses, clink 'Tis a toast for all to drink And let every voice join in the chorus For Ireland is our home And wherever we may roam We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Queens County too we'll toast, And Kings for both can boast They are spots the invaders got some trouble in! And now to finish up, Fill a bright and brimming cup And we'll drink, boys, to jolly little Dublin!
When I was thirty-five It was a very good year It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Of independent means We’d ride in limousines Their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five
Irish songs appear to be a fertile source of numerical lyrics:
DUNLAVIN GREEN
In the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety eight A sorrowful tale the truth unto you I'll relate Of thirty-six heroes to the world were left to be seen By a false information were shot on Dunlavin Green
Bad luck to you Saunders, for you did their lives betray You said a parade would be held on that very day Our drums they did rattle - our fifes they did sweetly play Surrounded we were and privately marched away
Quite easy they led us as prisoners through the town To be slaughtered on the plain, we were then forced to kneel down Such grief and such sorrow were never before there seen When the blood ran in streams down the dykes of Dunlavin Green
There is young Matty Farrell has plenty of cause to complain Also the two Duffys who were also shot down on the plain And young Andy Ryan, his mother distracted will run For her own brave boy, her beloved eldest son
Bad luck to you, Saunders, may bad luck never you shun! That the widow's curse may melt you like the snow in the sun The cries of the orphans whose murmurs you cannot screen For the murder of their dear fathers on Dunlavin Green
Some of our boys to the hills they are going away Some of them are shot and some of them going to sea Micky Dwyer in the mountains to Saunders he owes a spleen For his loyal brothers who were shot on Dunlavin Green
From "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" by Belinda Carlisle
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never ride Through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad, And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill, And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins, And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause 'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight"
A song from my past. Truly. Who would google forty-twa?
Welcome, Michelle. You too, Lucy.
Gallant Forty Twa, The Traditional You may talk about your Lancers or your Irish Fusiliers The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's own Volunteers Or any other regiment that's lying far awa' Come give to me the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
And strolling through the green fields on a summer day Watching all the country girls working at the hay I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa' When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
I never will forget the day his regiment marched past The pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa' He waved to me the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
And strolling through the green fields on a summer day Watching all the country girls working at the hay I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa' When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afar They tramped and tramped the weary men returning from the war And as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa' To see my bonnie laddie of the Gallant Forty Twa
And strolling through the green fields on a summer day Watching all the country girls working at the hay I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa' When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa' When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
This one was really Dad's find, but I like it best of the choices out there for forty-three, so I'm posting it. It's Gilbert & Sullivan, from "Trial by Jury":
JUDGE: When I, good friends, was called to the bar, I'd an appetite fresh and hearty. But I was, as many young barristers are, An impecunious party. I'd a swallow-tail coat of a beautiful blue-- And a brief which I bought of a booby-- A couple of shirts, and a collar or two, And a ring that looked like a ruby!
CHORUS: A couple of shirts, etc.
JUDGE: At Westminster Hall I danced a dance, Like a semi-despondent fury; For I thought I never should hit on a chance Of addressing a British Jury-- But I soon got tired of third-class journeys, And dinners of bread and water; So I fell in love with a rich attorney's Elderly, ugly daughter.
CHORUS: So he fell in love, etc.
JUDGE: The rich attorney, he jumped with joy, And replied to my fond professions: "You shall reap the reward of your pluck, my boy, At the Bailey and Middlesex sessions. "You'll soon get used to her looks," said he, "And a very nice girl you will find her! She may very well pass for forty-three In the dusk, with a light behind her!"
Train arrive 16 coaches long Train arrive 16 coaches long Well that long black train Took my baby back home
Train train rolling round the bend Train train rolling round the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again
Went down to the station To meet my baby at the gate Ask the station master If her train is running late He said no if your wait on that old 44 I hate to tell you son But that train don't stop her anymore
Train train rolling round the bend Train train rolling round the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again
Heard that whistle blowing It was the middle of the night When I got down to the station The train was rolling out of site
Mystery train rolling round the bend Mystery train rolling round the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again
Forty-five minutes Forty-five cents Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence Singing, hey brother Look what we got for you We're gonna rope off an area And put on a show From the Canadian border Down to Mexico It might be the most Potentially gross Thing that we could possibly do Yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance Make them pubescents all wet their pants We'll record it live And that's no jive. Hold it! Stop it! No! No! No! No! Bang! went the pistol. Crash! went the window. Ouch! went the son of a gun. Onomatopoeia I don't wanna see ya Speaking in a foreign tongue.
I been a-waitin' in school all day long a-waitin' on the bell to ring so I can go home Throw my books on the table, pick up the telephone "Hello, baby, let's get somethin' goin'"
Headin' down to the drugstore to get a soda pop Throw a nickel in the jukebox, then we start to rock My school gal baby, gonna tell ya some news You sure look good in them baby-doll shoes
Well, it's a-one, two, a-pull off my shoes Three, four, get out on the floor Five, six, come get your kicks Down on the corner of Lincoln and a-forty-six [spoken:] Yeah!
[instrumental break]
I've been a-waitin' in school all day long a-waitin' on the bell to ring so I could go home Throw my books on the table, pick up the telephone "Hello, baby, let's get somethin' goin'"
Headin' down to the drugstore to get a soda pop Throw a nickel in the jukebox, then we start to rock My school gal baby, gonna tell ya some news You sure look good in them baby-doll shoes
Well, it's a-one, two, a-pull off my shoes Three, four, get out on the floor Five, six, come get your kicks Down on the corner of Lincoln and a-forty-six
[spoken:] Yeah! [spoken:] Well, let's go now!!
Well, it's a-one, two, a-pull off my shoes Three, four, get out on the floor Five, six, come get your kicks Down on the corner of Lincoln and a-forty-six
You gotta move, start rockin' baby a rockin', rockin' baby Gonna rock all night, rock all night Just wait 'n' see
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie A brand new house on the road side, and it's a-made out of rattlesnake hide Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's a-made out of human skull Come on take a little walk with me baby, and tell me who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love?
Around the town I use a rattlesnake whip, take it easy baby don't you give me no lip Who do you love? Who do you love?
I've got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, I'm just twenty-two and I don't mind dying Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love?
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand, who do you love?" The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a house wagon flew Hit a bump and somebody screamed, you should've heard what I'd seen Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love?
Yeah, I've got a tombstone hand in a graveyard mine, just twenty-two baby I don't mind dying Snake skin shoes baby put them on your feet, got the goodtime music and the Bo Diddley beat Who do you love? Who do you love?
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie A brand new house on the road side, and it's made out of rattlesnake hide Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's made out of human skull Come on take a little walk with me child, tell me who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love?
Forty-eight years of livin’ An angel in disguise Forty-eight years of lovin’ Smilin’ with my eyes Forty-eight years of memories Neatly tucked away When daylight dies, I hear them rise And dance upon their grave
What’s that sound Comin’ from the dresser on a night as black as pitch? What’s that sound Comin’ from the bureau, do I dare turn on the switch? Them bones, them bones, them dry bones All bleached and deathly white I’ve got skeletons in my closet and They’re rattlin’ tonight
50 nifty United States from 13 original colonies; 50 nifty stars in the flag that billows so beautif'ly in the breeze. Each individual state contributes a quality that is great. Each individual state deserves a bow, we salute them now. 50 nifty United States from 13 original colonies, Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em, One by one till we've given a day to ev'ry state in the U.S.A. Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut; Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana; Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan; Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada; New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio; Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas; Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming, North, south, east, west, in our calm, objective opinion, NEW YORK! is the best of the 50 nifty United States from 13 original colonies, Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em, One by one till we've given a day to ev'ry state in the good old U. S. A.
The ladybug and the centipede got married The ladybug and the centipede they wed On their wedding night I heard them say Fifty-one pairs of slippers beneath the bed Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
The ladybug thought the cricket¹s voice was gentle The ant she knew was likely to succeed And the bee had a kiss that was sweet indeed But none could hug like the centipede Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
On ther wedding night they called each other darling The love they knew was total and complete Until she slipped beneath the sheets On her back fifty pair of cold cold feet Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
One day the centipede he came home early The ladybug looked slyer than a fox She sat beneath the holly hox Knitting lots and lots of little sox Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two Lying awake intent at tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for your second symphony. Rewritten by machine and new technology, and now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a oh
I met your children Oh-a oh
What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart. Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio. We hear the playback and it seems so long ago. And you remember the jingles used to go.
Oh-a oh
You were the first one. Oh-a oh
You were the last one.
Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far Oh-a-aho oh, Oh-a-aho oh
Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far. Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VTR.
You are a radio star. You are a radio star. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star. Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star. (You are a radio star.)
Hey! Clear the way in the old Bazaar Hey you! Let us through! It's a bright new star! Oh Come! Be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way! Here he comes! Ring bells! Bang the drums! Are you gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali! Fabulous he! Ali Ababwa Genuflect, shom some respect Down on one knee! Now, try your best to stay calm Brush up your sunday salaam The come and meet his spectacular coterie
Prince Ali! Mighty is he! Ali Ababwa Strong as ten regular men, definitely! He faced the galloping hordes A hundred bad guys with swords Who sent those goons to their lords? Why, Prince Ali
He's got seventy-five golden camels Purple peacocks He's got fifty-three When it comes to exotic-type mammals Has he got a zoo? I'm telling you, it's a world-class menagerie
Prince Ali! Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa That physique! How can I speak Weak at the knee Well, get on out in that square Adjust your vein and prepare To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali!
There's no question this Ali's alluring Never ordinary, never boring Everything about the man just plain impresses He's a winner, he's a whiz, a wonder! He's about to pull my heart asunder! And I absolutely love the way he dresses!
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys (He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys) And to view them he charges no fee (He's generous, so generous) He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies (Proud to work for him) They bow to his whim love serving him They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali! Prince Ali!
Prince Ali! Amorous he! Ali Ababwa Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see And that, good people, is why he got dolled up and dropped by With sixty elephants, llamas galore With his bears and lions A brass band and more With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers His birds that warble on key Make way for prince Ali!
Artist: (Theme by Nat Hiken) Lyrics Song: Car 54, Where Are You? Lyrics
There's a hold up in the Bronx, Brooklyn's broken out in fights. There's a traffic jam in Harlem That's backed up to Jackson Heights. There's a scout troup short a child, Kruschev's due at Idlewild Car 54, Where Are You?
(musical interlude)
There's a hold up in the Bronx, Brooklyn's broken out in fights. There's a traffic jam in Harlem That's backed up to Jackson Heights. There's a scout troup short a child, Kruschev's due at Idlewild Car 54, Where Are You?
Well, my time went to quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy, God knows I was feelin' alive And now the sun's comin' up I'm ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a wishin' I'd stayed a little longer Lord, don't you know the feelin's gettin' stronger
Six in the morning, gave me no warnin' I had to be on my way Now the cars are all passin' me, Trucks are all flashin' me I'm headed home from your place
And now the sun's comin' up I'm ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade Just a wishin' I'd stayed a little longer Lord, don't you know, the feelin's gettin' stronger
Well, my time went to quickly I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy, God knows I was feelin' alive And now the sun's comin' up, yes it is I'm ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks Freeway cars and trucks, Ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks, Ridin' with Lady Luck Freeway cars and trucks Ridin' with Lady Luck...
Like fifty-six constellations like fifty-six flowers the fifty-six ethinic groups of China are of one family the fifty-six languages speak a same voice Love My China Love My China Love My China
the people march forward to build our country the fifty-six ethnic groups all brothers and sisters Love My China Rejuvenate our country
the fifty-six ethnic groups the fifty-six languages speak a same voice Love My China)
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills Man came by to hook up my cable TV We settled in for the night my baby and me We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish So I hopped into town for a satellite dish I tied it to the top of my Japanese car I came home and I pointed it out into the stars A message came back from the great beyond There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires We might'a got all nice and friendly if we'd made it upstairs All I got was a note that said Bye-bye John Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet And they busted me for disturbing the almighty peace Judge said What you got in your defense son? Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on...
Had to make do with a worn out rock and roll scene The old bop is gettin' tired need a rest Well you know what I mean Fifty eight that was great But it's over now and That's all Somethin' harder's coming up Gonna really knock a hole in the wall Gonna hit ya grab you hard Make you feel ten feet tall
Well I hope this baby's gonna come along soon You don't know it could happen any ol' rainy afternoon With the temperature down And the juke box blowin' no fuse And my musical life's feelin Like a long Sunday School cruise And you know there's one thing Every single body could use Modern times rock and roll Modern times rock and roll
Get you high heeled guitar boots and some groovy clothes Get a hair piece on your chest And a ring through your nose Find a nice little man who says He's gonna make you a big big star Stars in your eyes and ants in your pants Think you should go far Everybody in this bum sucking world Gonna know just who you are Look out
Fourteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds into our fifteen minutes of fame When the luck runs out, I won't wonder who's to blame Because nobody said they had a guaranteed way to win the hearts of the public who are easily swayed And just this time last year, I thought we had it made
We were One Hit Wonderful Livin' the life, playin' the role We were One Hit Wonderful Well, it can't last long They don't love you They just love that one song
Well, things don't last long in life; that's how it goes They'll smile and applaud, then turn up their nose Things will shrink as quickly as they've grown But it's perfectly normal for us to ask why The company wasn't untrue, they just didn't try And a new career is born. It will eventually die
We were One Hit Wonderful Livin' the life, playin' the role We were One Hit Wonderful Well, it can't last long They don't love you They just love that one song That one song... That one song
So many lovely melodies So many messages to convey But they don't care about any of these "Play that one damn song!" is what they say
words & music Tanya Savory / sung by Priscilla Herdman
She opened a map of Kansas She bought sixty years ago She said "this is where my father's land was" A little "x" marked the spot a little east of Colorado
Then she pulled out a faded black and white Of a busy Midwest road Just a blur of the world rushing by She said "you could stand there now and never even know
It was a big town, became a small town And now my home town is no town at all And what was Main, is dust and rain Broken window panes in the old town hall It was a big town, now it ain't no town at all"
It used to be the grain elevators And the scattered steeple spires They were the only skyscrapers Before the new roads to the cities stole the farm town fires
Before the tractor and the combine Took the place of a thousand hands An idle hour was hard to find Now there's barely a trace of the place it was back when
She laughed and shook her head and said "Sure is a funny one how the years Well they can turn one town into a bright shiny city Or turn the other way and let another disappear"
It was a big town, became a small town And now my home town is no town at all And what was Main, is dust and rain Broken window panes in the old town hall
Been singing this song for 35 years, but I don't know the verse with 61 in it. Huh.
WILD COLONIAL BOY
There was a wild colonial youth, Jack Doolan was his name Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine He was his father's only hope, his mother's only joy The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy
Come all my hearties, we'll range the mountainside Together we will plunder, together we will ride We'll scour along the valleys and gallop o'er the plains We'll scorn to live in slavery, bowed down in iron chains
In sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear He held up the Beechworth mailcoach and he robbed Judge MacEvoy Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy
One day as he was riding the mountainside along Alistening to the little birds their pleasant laughing song Three mounted troopers came in view - Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy And thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy
"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there's three to one Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman" He drew a pistol from his belt and spun it like a toy "I'll fight, but I won't surrender," said the wild colonial boy
He fired at trooper Kelly and brought him to the ground And in return from Davis received a mortal wound All shattered through the jaws, he lay still firing at Fitzroy And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy
Uhh, may I see your papers pleez?? Uhhh, lemme see. Hand me your suitcase, let me . . . open it. I'm just a bit nervous you understand. Open the suitcase. This hasn't happened . . . too often. Uh-huh, I see, how many . . . sixty-two packages of cigarettes. Why are you carrying all zees into Germany for? What are you doing this for? I . . . I . . . How long have you been livin' in Berlin? I don't live in Berlin. Where do you live? I live in Texas. Texas? Texas. Oh I see, Lyndon Johnson lives in Texas too, does he not? I know, Sure does. Ooh, hm this is alright. You mind . . . Is it alright if I shut my suitcase off? Shut it off??? Ha, ha ha ha. Do you care for one of these cigarettes? Now, who's this lady you are with? What lady? This lady here, standing next to you. Oh, this is uh, this is... Has she has papers too? PAPERS! Lemme see your papers! How come you have to yell so much, what did we do? I don't yell. Were just trying to get into the country. This is my country, it's not your country, I'm ? here, I've been standing here for years and years doing zis every time. You making me very angry. Is this ze Fazerland. This is ze Fazerland yes. Listen you ought to check all the Mothers through customs. Hey line up as soon as you finished . . . Are you through with me, sir? You may step over here to the right. Thank you. My name is Fritz, open the suitcase please? Just a moment here, just a moment. What is this there's sixty two copies of Horseshit Magazine. What are you carrying Horseshit Magazine around for . . . It's a hoax, hold it, hold it here. What is this. Right there! Hold it hold it. I'll never forget you Fritz Alright, next, you may close this now. Next whos up, uh, here he comes. Who are you? Hand me your paper. Here's my papers Your name is Duke? What's this Duke, Duke DeWild. Have you seen many German movies, you ever go to ze movies? I never go to the movies What is zis, you bring zees into Germany. Zees are Japanese tools. Why do you bring Japanese tools to Germany where we make the finest tools ever, you, what are you doingk? That's 60 marks for you, oh my God, what's the matter with you? (coughing) Oh my God, please please not here. Step . . . . Oh my God, what are you doingk. Oh, who are you, what is your name, hand me your paper. Is your name Larry? Larry Frnoga? Yes. Larry Frnoga? Larry Frnoga Oh my God, what are you doing, what are you doing zat for? I'm beating the horse to make it go faster. That's not a horse that's a table. What's the difference? Ha, ha, ha Don't go too fast, does it, for a table. What is this? Ohhh, zefrin, CL brand of ah nasal spray. You have a cold? How long have you had a cold? About a year. (about.) You had a cold for a year, are you trying to bring a cold into zis country. Oh my God don't cough on me. What is this medal say. Sais Berlin survival award 1968. That's where I got my cold. You were here before in Berlin. That's right. What, what were you doing in Berlin? I gave a concert You gave a concert in Berlin? That's right. To whom? The German people. The German people Yes. Don't take the German people lightly, I say, who is this man here, is it Arthur, Arthur Tripp Arthur, Arthur It's a German name is it not? English Tripp? Ja. Tripp? Ja, JA?! Ja, ja-ja... Stop giggling, you're having too much fun, you know we arrest people for having to much fun here. I beg your pardon. When you come to someone elses country do you run around on the grass and make it dirty everywhere you go? No, I stick pretty close to the bars. You know you people all look... bars? We have a lot of bars here Ysure do. Heh-heh, scuze me if I laugh. Don't laugh. Alright I'll do that. Who is this man here, the other man? He's our leader. He is your leader? Ja. Wh-what is his function and how does he lead you? He directs us by with signals various vocal noises. Vocal noises? Vat are some of the noises? Eh, peep. Peep? Poowah. Pooowahhhhhh I see you all are very well organised, we all like order in Germany you know. You have such a pleasant smile, may I see your papers? You see I don't exactly have my papers with me I. You don't have papers? I may have left them in my other bag. He has no papers huh. He has no papers. I mean if there was something I could do for you. Do you have any identification. Identification, lemme see. It's a nice watch you have on. Wa ist los? It used to have a Mickey Mouse there, I... I tell you what I'll do. If if if you give me zat watch. Nein. That's a very strange german accent. Ja ha ha ha. Are you sure . . . Are you from Strabourg or was He's a russian spy, he's a Russian I think. I think so. Get Him. Hands Up! Oh God. What's goin on? You want an enema? No I'll take a cheeseburger. Why is the bow-tie goink from your neck. I'm practicing to fly. Why is everyone in this group having bow ties going from ze neck? They're all weird. Gimme your watch. I still don't trust this guys accent. Who is this, who, who? Come here, come over here. Do you have a suitcase. We must watch this one. We must watch this one, right. Let's open the suitcase. Awright. What is this, oh, you too carry many cigarette. What is this lyrics. Ah these are lyrics: My guitar wants to kill you mama My guitar wants to burn your dad I get real mean when he makes me mad This is very good, this is very normal, German lyrics. You're all welcome to our country. Ha ha ha. Don't laugh.
The cash machine is blue and green For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
We want a good life with a nose for things the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees every time I hear a doorbell ring I shake like a toothache every time I hear myself sing
All my lies are only wishes I know I would die if I could come back new
I would like to salute the ashes of American flags And all the fallen leaves filling up shopping bags
When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older too And if you say the word I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse When your lights have gone You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight If it's not too dear We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knee Vera, Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away Give me your answer, fill in a form Mine for evermore Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? Ho!
WAIT TILL WE'RE SIXTY-FIVE (from the musical "On a Clear Day You Can See Forever")
WARREN: Guaranteed income House with a view Doctors and nurses Surgery too.( Everything paid for And it comes true... When we're sixty-five.
Ten, twenty, thirty, Then we're forty Wait 'til we're sixty-five. No need to hurry Not a worry left But to keep alive. Not another premium to pay All we got to do now is play and play.
Six years or seven Then to heaven, You first, the records show. I get the pension Not to mention Blue Cross until I go. If you ever thought you had fun At twenty-one Wait 'til we're sixty-five.
Hop, skip to forty Jump to fifty Wait 'til we're sixty-five. Paid up and grinning Just beginning Now to become alive.
DAISY: If the children never mature...
WARREN: What the hell, The bonds will So we're secure.
WARREN & DAISY: Safe from disaster, No one has to Take care of ma and pa.
WARREN: All brown and rosy Living cozy Down there in Tampa, Fla. If you feel like Catherine the Great At twenty-eight Wait 'til we're sixty-five.
[Interlude]
WARREN: Life will be gala Every malady all completely paid And we've a plot a Terra cotta In which we'll both be laid. If you were a little forlorn When you were born Wait 'til we're sixty-five!
If you ever plan to motor west, travel my way, take the highway that's the best. Get your kicks on Route six-six.
It winds from Chicago to LA, more than two thousand miles all the way. Get your kicks on Route six-six.
Now you go through Saint Louis Joplin, Missouri, and Oklahoma City is mighty pretty. You see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico, Flagstaff, Arizona. Don't forget Winona, Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino.
Won't you get hip to this timely tip: when you make that California trip Get your kicks on Route six-six.
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Poofter's Froth Wyoming Plans Ahead by Frank Zappa
Poofter's Froth, Wyoming March Eleven Sixty-Seven Take a letter Miss Abetter As our pigeons Will be homing
To our jobbers in Dakota And to Merwyn, Minnesota This is merely just a note about Performance to our quota
Well, we all come out To show dem An' the Elks have helped us Load 'em Little packets full of jackets Little rackets, little rackets
Little Poofter - Cloth Appointments Little Poofter's Froth Anointments Little hoods, little goods, Little doo-dads from the woods The entire stock is shipping Oh our shod is hardly slipping To the markets of the world Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled!
T-shirt racks, rubber snacks, Poster rolls with matching tacks Yes, a special beer for sports (and paper cups that hold two quarts)
Everything a nation needs For making hoopla while if feeds The trash compactors, small reactors, Mowers, blowers, throwers & the glowers:
This is Buy-Cent-Any-All Salute (HYULK!) Two hundred years have gone ka-poot! Ah but we have been astute! Signed: Anon. - Wyo. Galoot!
Frank Zappa poisoned my youth, and he just will not die.
Bob Dylan makes a contribution:
Maggie's Farm
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas That are drivin' me insane. It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. Well, he hands you a nickel, He hands you a dime, He asks you with a grin If you're havin' a good time, Then he fines you every time you slam the door. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks. His bedroom window It is made out of bricks. The National Guard stands around his door. Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. Well, she talks to all the servants About man and God and law. Everybody says She's the brains behind pa. She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well, I try my best To be just like I am, But everybody wants you To be just like them. They sing while you slave and I just get bored. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime Played it til my fingers bled It was the summer of sixty-nine Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard Jimmy quit and Jody got married I shoulda know we'd never get far Oh when I look back now That summer seemed to last forever And if I had the choice Ya - I'd just wanna be there Those were the best days of my life Ain't no use in complainin' When you got a job to do Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in And that's when I met you - yeah Standin' on your mama's porch You told me that you'd wait forever Oh and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Oh, back in the summer of sixty-nine Man we were killin' time We were young and restless, we needed to unwind I guess nothing can last forever, forever And now the times are changin' Look at everything that's come and gone Sometimes when I play that old six-string I think about ya - wonder what went wrong Standin' on your mama's porch You told me it would last forever Oh the way you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Back in the summer of sixty-nine Back in the summer of sixty-nine Oh, back in the summer of sixty-nine
and i had to break out the emo. sorry, guys. no one else will like this.
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know, like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart. For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart. I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation. I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen. I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would, and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do Everyone's caught on to.
As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked. Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head. I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed." So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die. Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself. They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do Everyone's caught on to And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again.) Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
So, is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish. I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact? You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. So let's end this call, and end this conversation. and is that what you call a getaway? well tell me what you got away with. cause you left the frays from the ties you severed when you say best friends means friends forever
So, is that what you call a getaway? Well tell me what you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish. I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again) Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again) And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again) Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
ive never even heard this song before but i had to find one quick on google JUST so i could say I HATE BOB DYLAN AND I HATE THAT SONG. it drives me absolutely insane. and im not a big fan of summer of sixty nine either, but its probably a better choice than most of the other songs that are out there with the word sixty nine in them. this next song is by semisonic though. maybe its not even bad!
Made to Last
Made to last awhile And roll on Made to move in style And move along
Made to dream of flying So high Made to wake up crying I don't know why
Beautiful one Asleep in the sun Secret, sweet & sublime I hope you last a long, long time
Made to come alone And pair up Flash like a rolling stone Seventy-one
One time love affair With the earth Waiting on the air For some re-birth (For what it's worth)
Wherever you are Nearby or far Black, white, lemon or lime I hope you last a long, long time
I struck the trail in seventy-two The herd strung out behind me As I jogged along my mind ran back To the girl I left behind me The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl The girl I left behind me As I jogged along my mind ran back To the girl I left behind me
The wind did blow, the rain did flow The hail did fall and blind me I thought of the girl, the sweet little girl The girl I'd left behind me The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl The girl I left behind me I thought of the girl, the sweet little girl The girl I'd left behind me!
She wrote ahead to the place I said A letter to remind me She says "I am true, when you get through Ride back and you will find me" The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl The girl I left behind me She says "I am true, when you get through Ride back and you will find me"
If I ever get off the trail And the Indians they don't find me I'll make my way straight back again To the girl I left behind me The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl The girl I left behind me I'll make my way straight back again To the girl I left behind me
Hang around, Willie Boy, Don't you raise the sails anymore. It's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea and I'm pushin' age seventy three; now there's only one place that was meant for me :
Oh, to be home again, Down in old Virginy, with my very best friend, They call him Ragtime Willie. We're gonna soothe away the rest of our years, We're gonna put away all of our tears, that big Rockin' Chair won't go nowhere.
Slow down, Willie Boy, Your heart's gonna give right out on you It's true, and I believe I know what we should do. Turn the stern and point to shore, the seven seas won't carry us no more.
Oh, to be home again, Down in old Virginy, with my very best friend, They call him Ragtime Willie. I can't wait to sniff that air, Dip'n snuff, I won't have no care, that big Rockin' Chair won't go nowhere.
Hear the sound, Willie Boy, the Flyin' Dutchman's on the reef. It's my belief We've used up all our time, this hill's to steep to climb, and the days that remain ain't worth a dime.
Oh, to be home again, Down in old Virginy, with my very best friend, They call him Ragtime Willie. Would-a-been nice just t'see the folks, listen once again to the stale jokes, that big Rockin' Chair won't go nowhere.
I can hear something calling on me [second voice concurrent with first] and you know where I want to be Oh, Willie don't you hear that sound [seconda voce] Oh, to be home again down in old Virginy I just want to get my feet back on the ground Oh, to be home again down in old Virginy [seconda voce] I'd love to see my very best friend They call him Rag-time Willie [seconda voce] I believe old rockin chair's got me [seconda vocecs] Oh, to be home again.
BARRETT She's sparkling clean, this new-born ship But one old thing is clear The orders they propose above We execue down here...
We'll watch form here as up above They'll catch a whiff of glory This wonder ship may be brand new But it's the same old story...
Stoke the fire in the hold As the men draw back... Feed the heat in the hold As the men draw back And the dust of the coal in the air is black And a trickle of sweat runs down your back...
And what are the boys from the midlands doing here?
Coal it is that makes the steam That runs the machines that run the world That sends the men below the ground To mine the coal Each day...
From Leicestershire and Nottingham Us lads who worked down in the pit Knew if you got above the ground You'd save your soul Some way...
Get out of the pit And westward I knew I could run And ship out to sea and there my new life was begun... And the screws are turning at seventy-one...
It became my dream to go out to sea... Further out from the mine you couldn't be... But, born to the coal, there's no place for you elsewhere You trade a life of dank and gloom To shovel in the boiler room But now your seven decks below A lady's dainty feet...
And nothing has changed There's nothing a miner can do The pit and your mates Turned into the hold and the crew... And the screws are turnin at seventy-two...
Faster and faster we watch as we gain ever more Seventy-three, and too soon it is seventy-four...
For a record speed I belive we strive! For the maiden ship that's too hard to drive If you push her faster than seventy-five.
When I was young I used to see her Herdin' her goats on the hillside No one knows And she ain't tellin' her age I'd say she's just about seventy-five
She's an old timer tryin' To hold on to what she's got They call her Goat Annie
I still remember the stories The townspeople told to each other Just because she liked her goats Better than people They said the devil was her brother
She never paid them no mind She just kept on Bein' herself - Goat Annie
She's a rare individual One of a dying breed Everything she's got Right now Is all she'll ever need
One day the government decided They had to have The land she lived on They came with the papers Polite as could be They said she had just thirty days To get gone
You could see them smirking We're just doin' our job here You understand, Goat Annie
She said, I was born and raised here Ain't never done wrong to no one You ain't gonna Throw me off my land, not Me or my goats or my shotgun
Then she leveled her 12-gauge With a blast, she sent 'em packin' Go, Goat Annie
Next day they came with the lawmen But that didn't get 'em nowhere Rather than shoot At a poor old lady They decided to let her Live her days out there
It doesn't happen very often But there are still some people With heart Like Goat Annie
Harold: Seventy-six trombones led the big parade With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand. They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo- Sos, the cream of ev'ry famous band.
Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun With a hundred and ten cornets right behind There were more than a thousand reeds Springing up like weeds There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind.
There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons Thundering, thundering all along the way. Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons, Each bassoon having it's big, fat say!
There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery Thundering, thundering louder than before Clarinets of ev'ry size And trumpeters who'd improvise A full octave higher than the score!
Are we still doing this? OK. Might as well get us to 100, right?
John Mellencamp (Cougar):
On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line He looked at the young man who was riding beside him He said I'm old kind of worn out inside I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary And my father before me I helped build this land Now I'm seventy-seven and with God as my witness I earned every dollar that passed through my hands My family and friends are the best thing I've known Through the eye of the needle I'll carry them home
[Chorus:] Days turn to minutes And minutes to memories Life sweeps away the dreams That we have planned You are young and you are the future So suck it up and tough it out And be the best you can
The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones This highway is long but I know some that are longer By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio river The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times He fell asleep with his head against the window He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind This world offers riches and riches will grow wings I don't take stock in those uncertain things
[Chorus]
The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to follow I do things my way and I pay a high price When I think back on the old man and the bus ride Now that I'm older I can see he was right
Another hot one out on highway eleven This is my life It's what I've chosen to do There are no free rides No one said it'd be easy The old man told me this my son i'm telling it to you
Nineteens are good to look at, but they're to young for my lovin. Twenties are fun, but they're not done, You need to stick them back in the oven. thirty three they're divorced and freed, now they hate all men. But at forty two, they love to screw and wanna get married again.
I like older women, how bout you.
They at fifty nine, they are lookin fine, but they're still not a winner. But man i live at sixty five. you get a discount, when u take them to dinner at seventy eight hey, They're lookin great. Been in over with their gravy ladle. But if you talkin chicks, at eighty six you know you're still rubbin the cradle yeah.
I like older women, the older they are, the better. Gotta take out their teeth to give you a kiss. Or knit you a brand new sweater. Hey their house smells just like cornbreads, their hair is the pretty shade of glue. I go insane when they go with the cane, in othatpedic shoes. Have you ever made love in an afghan, with all your toes pokin through. Its that feelin i get. Lord i swear that make my pecker grow an inch or two. I like older women, how bout you.
Wow. Let this be a lesson to you, kids. Just cause you find it on google and the first verse is pretty funny, does not make it appropriate for a family website such as this. Read the whole song first!
To make up for it, here's 79:
I struck the trail in seventy-nine The herd strung out behind me As I jogged along my mind went back To the gal I left behind
If I ever get off the trail, boys And the Indians don't find me I'll make my way straight back again To the gal I left behind me
CHORUS: That sweet little gal, that true little gal The gal I left behind me That sweet little gal, that pretty little gal The gal I left behind me
The wind did blow and the rain did flow The hail did fall and blind me And I thought of that gal, that sweet little gal That gal I'd left behind me
She wrote ahead to a place I said And I was glad to find it She says "I'm true, when you get through Ride back and you will find me"
CHORUS
When we sold out I took the train I knew that I would find her When I got back, we had a smack And that's no gol-darned liar
The thread that would not die, though it prolly should.
Snoopy and the Red Baron by The Royal Guardsmen
After the turn of the century In the clear blue skies over Germany Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird
Up in the sky, a man in a plane Baron von Richthofen was his name Eighty men tried, and eighty men died Now they're buried together on the countryside
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
In the nick of time, a hero arose A funny-looking dog with a big black nose He flew into the sky to seek revenge But the Baron shot him down - "Curses, foiled again!"
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Now, Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan He challenged the German to a real dogfight While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight
That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
im sick of being stuck on number eighty. here goes nothing...
P. DIDDY LYRICS
"Child Of The Ghetto" (feat. G. Dep)
Yo, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!
[G. Dep] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)
I guess you niggaz told me right and exact Shak, shak, right in his back I might just crack while I'm writin this rap From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill" It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us But hey..
[Chorus] A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY
[G. Dep] I take you back to the scene of the stunt Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah) Get us some gear to get us in here Waited years to get a premier and did it from here Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them Take you back to the 80's around Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga
[Chorus]
[G. Dep] Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight.. Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo
Oh my lord, Aurora. It's good to see that this thread isn't dead yet, but . . . . there wasn't something else SOMEWHERE with eighty-one in it?? I think we need a new rule: no horrible songs allowed in this thread, or at least no horrible songs with bad words in them. Anyway, here's a ballad to clean up the atmosphere, quick:
Ballad: Little Oliver
EARL JOYCE he was a kind old party Whom nothing ever could put out, Though eighty-two, he still was hearty, Excepting as regarded gout.
He had one unexampled daughter, The LADY MINNIE-HAHA JOYCE, Fair MINNIE-HAHA, "Laughing Water," So called from her melodious voice.
By Nature planned for lover-capture, Her beauty every heart assailed; The good old nobleman with rapture Observed how widely she prevailed
Aloof from all the lordly flockings Of titled swells who worshipped her, There stood, in pumps and cotton stockings, One humble lover - OLIVER.
He was no peer by Fortune petted, His name recalled no bygone age; He was no lordling coronetted - Alas! he was a simple page!
With vain appeals he never bored her, But stood in silent sorrow by - He knew how fondly he adored her, And knew, alas! how hopelessly!
Well grounded by a village tutor In languages alive and past, He'd say unto himself, "Knee-suitor, Oh, do not go beyond your last!"
But though his name could boast no handle, He could not every hope resign; As moths will hover round a candle, So hovered he about her shrine.
The brilliant candle dazed the moth well: One day she sang to her Papa The air that MARIE sings with BOTHWELL In NEIDERMEYER'S opera.
(Therein a stable boy, it's stated, Devoutly loved a noble dame, Who ardently reciprocated His rather injudicious flame.)
And then, before the piano closing (He listened coyly at the door), She sang a song of her composing - I give one verse from half a score:
BALLAD
Why, pretty page, art ever sighing? Is sorrow in thy heartlet lying? Come, set a-ringing Thy laugh entrancing, And ever singing And ever dancing. Ever singing, Tra! la! la! Ever dancing, Tra! la! la! Ever singing, ever dancing, Ever singing, Tra! la! la!
He skipped for joy like little muttons, He danced like Esmeralda's kid. (She did not mean a boy in buttons, Although he fancied that she did.)
Poor lad! convinced he thus would win her, He wore out many pairs of soles; He danced when taking down the dinner - He danced when bringing up the coals.
He danced and sang (however laden) With his incessant "Tra! la! la!" Which much surprised the noble maiden, And puzzled even her Papa.
He nourished now his flame and fanned it, He even danced at work below. The upper servants wouldn't stand it, And BOWLES the butler told him so.
At length on impulse acting blindly, His love he laid completely bare; The gentle Earl received him kindly And told the lad to take a chair.
"Oh, sir," the suitor uttered sadly, "Don't give your indignation vent; I fear you think I'm acting madly, Perhaps you think me insolent?"
The kindly Earl repelled the notion; His noble bosom heaved a sigh, His fingers trembled with emotion, A tear stood in his mild blue eye:
For, oh! the scene recalled too plainly The half-forgotten time when he, A boy of nine, had worshipped vainly A governess of forty-three!
"My boy," he said, in tone consoling, "Give up this idle fancy - do - The song you heard my daughter trolling Did not, indeed, refer to you.
"I feel for you, poor boy, acutely; I would not wish to give you pain; Your pangs I estimate minutely, - I, too, have loved, and loved in vain.
"But still your humble rank and station For MINNIE surely are not meet" - He said much more in conversation Which it were needless to repeat.
Now I'm prepared to bet a guinea, Were this a mere dramatic case, The page would have eloped with MINNIE, But, no - he only left his place.
The simple Truth is my detective, With me Sensation can't abide; The Likely beats the mere Effective, And Nature is my only guide.
And these days And these days I wish, I wish, I wish I was six again I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish I was six again If only my...
I've these dreams of Walking home Home where it used to be Everything is as it was Frozen in front of me
Here I stand, six feet small Romanticizing years ago It's a bittersweet feeling hearing "No Such Thing" on the radio
And these days I wish I was six again Oh, make me a red cape I wanna be Superman
Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more like they were at the start of me Had it made in '83
Thinking 'bout my brother Ben I miss him every day He looks just like his brother John But on an 18-month delay
Here I stand, six feet small And smiling 'cause I'm scared as hell Kind of like life is like a sequel to a movie Where the actors' names have changed Oh well
Well, these days I wish I was six again Oh, make me a red cape I wanna be Superman
Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 I wish things would be more like they were at the start of me If my life was more like 1983 Plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me
And most my memories Have escaped me or confused themselves with dreams If heaven's all we want it to be Send your prayers to me Care of Bridgeport, CT, and 1983
You can paint that house a rainbow of colors Rip out the floorboards, replace the shutters But that's my plastic in the dirt
Whatever happened to my, whatever happened to my Whatever happened to my lunchbox? When came the day that it got thrown away And don't you think I should have had some say in that decision?
The phone rings in the middle of the night My father says, "What you gonna do with your life?" Oh Daddy dear, you know, you're still number one But girls, they wanna have fun Oh girls just wanna have, oh no, no, no, no They just wanna, they just wanna They just wanna, they just wanna They just wanna, girls, let's hear it for the boys Let's hear it for my baby Let's hear it for the boys Oh, let's give the boy a hand Oh, oh, maybe he's no Romeo But he's my loving, one-man show Oh, oh, oh, oh If only my life Ba, ba-da, ba, ba-da If only my life Ba, ba-da, ba, ba-da If only my life Ba, ba-da, ba, ba-da If my life was more like '83
this song is way too long to read. im sure theres something bad in it, its from a dumb band.
"Eighty-Five"
It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass, Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime, It's like my mind is on a tredmill, I'm sweatin' bullets, see the plug but I can't pull it, This belt just keeps bringin' me back, And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat, I'm up against these ropes, and ain't no tellin' if I win or not, These gloves are getting heavy, it's fight or flight you know how that goes, Facin' clocks is chasin', got me dodgin' obstacles, And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes, Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I can't lose, So every time I start slippin' ego's start trippin', I focus real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD, And I'm livin' lovely, I'm in the clouds no one above me, With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love me, There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless, An even thinner line between on point and out of focus, BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory, And how I levitate from the fate time put before me, They say 'Be patient', but what the fuck is patience when my heart is racin'? Put yourself in my situation, Try to be humble, you won't refrain from getting' pissed, When you look down to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss, And start to see visions, memories you really miss, simple things, Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend, Your first love, Your first French kiss, Your first time feeling hate, The first time you got dissed, Your first day of school, Your very first college class, Your first time touchin' titties, First time you got ass, Your first time learnin' wrong from right, First lonely night, The first time you got your ass whooped in Your first real fight, Your first triple-double dare, Your first pubic hair, Your first time watchin' Jason, Your first nightmare,
That's when you realize that time was your worst nightmare, And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why ain't life fair?', You get closer to the bottom, see the end of your line, Your first time ever losin' this battle with time, But right before you meet your death, one more memory left, The only one that's obsolete was your first breath,
One moon to the next, Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex, The baby face got the planet fooled, Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest, The real is just fictional dreams, No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand, I'll be a man eventually, When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.
A clock can kill motivation, that's why I'm never rockin' a watch, What's a deadline when you're living on your own time? I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan style son, You didn't know I never grow up, my mind is set at six years old, As far as I'm concerned this grown-up shit is for the birds, So pass the skittles, JuJu Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds, I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth fall out and I can't see And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can hear cause I'm livin' happily. So why you mad at me? Cause your frustrations gave you grey hairs, 99% of your life's spent chasin' American nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE) I'm crazy childish, just check the habits, I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it, Plus I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister, Cause I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister, If my parents tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway, Experience will make more sense than anything that they could ever say,
Forever playin' video games until I'm sleepy, Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, please, you'll never beat me, So basically you're better off paying a bill or somethin', Your mind is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin', I'm young at heart, I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit, you ever seen the movie big? My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life, We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE, Never knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle, The only pink pussy we knew was Snaggle, Your mind's in the dirt, We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt, What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out, (Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under your bed, (And all it) took was one look to get them thoughts out your head, (And then ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind, (That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be hurryin' time, And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid, And I enjoy the company of people I relate wit', But if it comes down to it, to deal with cat's that I despise, I just close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five
One moon to the next, Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex, The baby face got the planet fooled, Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest, The real is just fictional dreams, No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand, I'll be a man eventually, When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five
this is apparently from some baseball soundtrack. for all you baseball fans out there, WHOS THIS SONG ABOUT!!
12. Who?
Forget The Boo Boo - Remember The Name
Author: Joe Pickering, Jr. & Phil Coley Recorded: 2001 Publisher: King of the Road Music
CHORUS
WHO LED THE N.L. IN DOUBLES TWICE WHO PLAYED WITH NINE BODY PARTS IN ICE WHO WAS THE N.L. BATTING CHAMP TOO WHO'S BEST REMEMBERED FOR ONE BOO-BOO
WHO OUT-HIT MOST PLAYERS IN THE HALL OF FAME WHO PLAYED MORE THAN MOST IN THE GAME WHO HIT THREE HUNDRED PLUS FOR EIGHT SEASONS WHO WAS GREAT FOR SO MANY REASONS
WHO HOLDS THE RECORD FOR ASSISTS AT FIRST WHO'S BEEN TREATED THE VERY WORST HIS CAREER SPANNED FOUR DECADES. WHAT A SHAME THE GREAT BILL BUCKNER TOOK ALL THE BLAME
REPEAT CHORUS
I STILL WINCH A BIT AT THAT EIGHTY SIX GAME BUT NO LIFE WAS LOST...LIFE GOES ON THE SAME BILL BUCKNER'S CLEARLY A MAJOR REASON WHY WE HAD THAT GREAT EIGHTY SIX SEASON
IT'S OVER AND DONE WITH. TIME TO FORGET TIME TO REALIZE WE'VE BEEN ALL WET BILL MIGHT MAKE IT TO THE HALL OF FAME UNTIL WE ATONE WE'RE IN THE HALL OF SHAME
REPEAT CHORUS
IF YOU EVER COME BACK TO NEW ENGLAND BILL I HOPE WE CHEER YOU FROM EVERY WINDOW SILL BILL BUCKNER REMEMBER AND VALUE THAT NAME A PLAYER WHO GAVE HIS HEART TO THE GAME
Well, I used to drive a cab, you know I heard a siren scream Pulled over to the corner And I fell into a dream There were two men eating pennies And three young girls who cried The West coast is falling, I see rocks in the sky. The preacher took his bible And laid it on the stool. He said: with the congregation running, Why should I play the fool?
Well, I used to be a woman, you know I took you for a ride, I let you fly my airplane It looked good for your pride. 'Cause you're the kind of man you know Who likes what he says. I wonder what's it's like To be so far over my head. Well, the lady made the wedding And she brought along the ring. She got down on her knees And said: Let's get on with this thing.
Well, I used to be a folk singer Keeping managers alive, When you saw me on a corner And told me I was jive. So I unlocked your mind, you know To see what I could see. If you guarantee the postage, I'll mail you back the key. Well I woke up in the morning With an arrow through my nose There was an Indian in the corner Tryin' on my clothes.
Well, I used to be asleep you know With blankets on my bed. I stayed there for a while 'Til they discovered I was dead. The coroner was friendly And I liked him quite a lot. If I hadn't 've been a woman I guess I'd never have been caught. They gave me back my house and car And nothing more was said.
Well, I was driving down the freeway When my car ran out of gas. Pulled over to the station But I was afraid to ask. The servicemen were yellow And the gasoline was green. Although I knew I couldn't I thought that I was gonna scream. That was on my last trip to Tulsa Just before the snow. If you ever need a ride there, Be sure to let me know.
I was chopping down a palm tree When a friend dropped by to ask If I would feel less lonely If he helped me swing the axe. I said: No, it's not a case of being lonely We have here, I've been working on this palm tree For eighty seven years I said: No, it's not a case of being lonely We have here, I've been working on this palm tree For eighty seven years He said: Go get lost! And walked towards his Cadillac. I chopped down the palm tree And it landed on his back.
Mr. Murphy would like Aurora to know that he is not fond of Neil Young.
As for the next song, you can hear some of it here. i think it might give Ayy Wah Doopah a run for its money. The link is split in half so it will fit in the comment space. Copy and paste both halves into your browser and be sure to take out any space in between.
Eight times one is eight Eight times two is sixteen Eight time three is twenty-four Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
And eight times four is thirty-two Eight times five is forty Eight times six is forty-eight Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
With each step you have eight more Eight more than you had before!
Chorus
Eight times seven is fifty-six Eight times eight is sixty-four Eight times nine is seventy-two Yodel-odel-odel-odel- eight!
And eight times ten is eighty Eight times eleven is eighty-eight Eight times twelve is ninety-six Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
With each step you have eight more Eight more than you had before! Oh-
Chorus
Eight, sixteen and twenty-four Each time you will have eight more Thirty-two, forty, forty-eight Just climb up in steps of eight
Fifty-six, sixty-four, seventy-two Multiplying eight for you Eighty, eighty-eight and ninety-six Multiplying is the easy way to….. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH! I’m all right Yodel-odel-odel-eight!
I want to burn the letters that I wrote you Over the phone today it felt like you were fading Losing interest and ready to leave Here i am thinking you were sent to save me.
I've had 89 days of Alcatrez Silly me thinking it was over 89 days of losing my mind silly silly me silly silly me
So I keep walking I keep walking singing sometimes Feeling like a shit cause I know what's happening Investing like a rich girl Gambling like a Vegas idiot Putting out cause I haven't much before
I've had 89 days of Alcatrez Silly me thinking it was over 89 days of losing my mind Silly silly me silly silly me.
You don't know who you got yourself into You don't know you don't know at all You don't know who you got yourself into You don't know you don't know You don't know you don't know.
why did we stop at 88? love you guys. if anyones browsing through this keep looking through all of them, it's so fun to read old comments and blogs. who knows, it could be years from now until someone sees this!
Here's Renteria at bat.
Don't we look happy?
83 comments:
GREAT PICTURES!
Hey, you'd be happy too with a babe at each elbow!
I've been replaced!
LAURA I WILL NEVER REPLACE YOUU. I'm probably more high maintenance than you though. Ha. HA.
Hm. Now that is a tough one. Higher maintenance. Laura? Or Aurora? Hm. I'll have to think about it.
You really shouldn't joke about being high maintenance, Aurora. It's a really high maintenance thing to do.
My anti-robot code is mctyx, which would be a great name for a DJ.
Dear Murphy family,
I give up on you. Caleb, I hope you get AIDS. Ew. Laura, you're my sista and you're pretty. Mrs. Murphy is my new mom, and Luke's okay most of the time. Mr. Murphy... words cannot explain my hate for you.
Love, Aurora
Main Entry: high-maintenance
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: requiring a great deal of attention and excessive effort to maintain
I don't REQUIRE a great deal of attention, I just get attention because I'm totally sweet annnd everyone wants to pay attention to me. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO NEXT! You know it's true. I just realized how annoying I am. I seriously can't shut up. HAhahahahhahaha.
theres a big fat crazy picture of new york
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Sweet Jesus.
But I won't be there :-(
Where will you be?
Driving to New Hampshire to see ma famille! Luke was invited, but since Laura is coming home he'll stay and I'll probably take a friend because I can't drive my first time to New Hampshire all alone. 6 hours. Just a litttle bit scary. I can't wait to go out but now I'm sad that I don't get to see Laura. Ohhh the PAIN!
Jesus christ have we ever had this many comments on one post before? 14?
We could see how long we can keep it up. This one makes 15!
"I am sixteen, going on seventeen.."
Fellas will fall in line...
Well she was just seventeen
You know what I mean
And the way she looked
Was way beyond compare
So how could I dance with another,
Oh, when I saw her standing there
ALICE COOPER; EIGHTEEN
LINES FORM ON MY FACE N' HANDS
LINES FORM FROM THE UPS N' DOWNS
I'M IN THE MIDDLE WITHOUT ANY PLANS
I'M A BOY AND I'M A MAN
I'M EIGHTEEN AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT
EIGHTEEN I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT
EIGHTEEN I GOTTA GET AWAY
I'VE GOTTA GET OUTTA THIS PLACE
I'LL GO RUNNING IN OUTER SPACE AGAIN
I'VE GOTTA BABY'S BRAIN AND AN OLD MANS HEART
TOOK EIGHTEEN YEARS TO GET THIS FAR
DON'T ALWAYS KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING IN THE MIDDLE OF DOUBT
‘CAUSE I'M EIGHTEEN I GET CONFUSED EVERY DAY
EIGHTEEN I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
EIGHTEEN I GOTTA GET AWAY
solo
OH LINES FORM ON MY FACE N' MY HANDS
LINES FORM ON THE LEFT AND RIGHT
I'M IN THE MIDDLE THE MIDDLE OF LIFE
I'M A BOY AND I'M A MAN I'M EIGHTEEN AND I LIKE IT
Valjean
He let me eat my fill
I had the lion's share
The silver in my hand
Cost twice what I had earned
In all those nineteen years
That lifetime of despair
And yet he trusted me.
The old fool trusted me -
He's done his bit of good
I played the grateful serf
And thanked him like I should
But when the house was still,
I got up in the night
Took the silver
Took my flight!
Twenty froggies went to school
Down beside a rushy pool.
Twenty little coats of green,
Twenty vests all white and clean.
"We must be on time," said they,
"First we study, then we play.
Always heed the golden rule,
When we froggies go to school."
Mister Bullfrog, grave and stern,
Called the classes in their turn;
Taught them how to nobly strive,
Likewise, how to leap and dive.
From his seat upon a log,
Showed them how to say "KER-CHOG!"
Also how to dodge a blow
From the rocks that children throw.
Polished now in high degree,
As all froggies ought to be,
Proudly sit upon their logs,
Teaching all the little frogs.
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
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
HAHAHHAHAHA. And you two think I'm crazy. HAHAHHA
No, no, no, Aurora. It's not "you two." It's TWENTY-TWO.
In eighteen hundred and ninety-two
The women wore their dresses down to the top of the shoe
Nineteen hundred and twenty-three
They went to wearin’ ‘em up above their knee
If the women wear their dresses like-a they used to
Let me tell you farmers what it surely would do
Cause your cotton to go to twenty cents a pound
After the dresses went upward, why the cotton went down
When women wore their dresses long the farmer was sublime
When they cut the dresses cotton went to a dime
Keep on getting shorter, I’ll tell you what they’ll do
Instead of three yards they will only get two
Now let me tell you ladies and let me tell you straight
You better make ‘em longer before its too late
‘Cause there’s one thing about it and it’s not no joke
If you don’t make ‘em longer, why the farmer’s goin’ broke
Like a little old fashioned music box
With just one tune to play
My heart keeps singin' I love you
Twenty four hours a day
awww. that last song is so cutte! i meann...
twenty five
take a dive
into life
but not with a knife
Twenty- six miles across the sea
Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me
Santa Catalina, the island of romance,
romance, romance, romance
Water all around it everywhere
Tropical trees and the salty air
But for me the thing that's a-waitin'there; romance
It seems so distant, twenty-six miles away
Restin' in the water serene
I'd work for anyone, even the Navy
Who would float me to my island dream
Twenty- six miles, so near yet far
I'd swim with just some water-wings and my guitar
I could leave the wings but I'll need the guitar
for romance, romance, romance, romance
Twenty- six miles across the sea
Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me
Santa Catalina, the island of romance
A tropical heaven out in the ocean
Covered with trees and girls
If I have to swim, I'll do it forever
Till I'm gazin' on those island pearls
Forty kilometers in a leaky old boat
Any old thing that'll stay afloat
When we arrive we'll all promote romance,
romance, romance, romance
Twenty- six miles across the sea
Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me
Santa Catalina, the island of romance,
romance, romance, romance
Twenty- six miles across the sea
Santa Catalina is a-waitin' for me
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.
Came to talk about the draft.
Oh, where have you been,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Oh, where have you been,
Charming Billy?
I have been to seek a wife,
She's the idol of my life.
She's a young thing,
And cannot leave her mother.
... (lots of verses)
Can she sing a pretty song,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Can she sing a pretty song,
Charming Billy?
She can sing a pretty song,
But she often sings it wrong.
She's a young thing,
And cannot leave her mother.
How old may she be,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
How old may she be,
Charming Billy?
Three times six and four times seven,
Twenty eight and eleven,
She's a young thing,
And cannot leave her mother.
The Lady From 29 Palms (Frank Sinatra)
She left twenty-nine broken hearts
Broken in twenty-nine parts
Now there are twenty-nine fellas complainin' to their moms
About the lady from 29 Palms
She got twenty-nine Cadillacs
Twenty-nine sables from Sach's
They came from twenty-nine fellas who never had their arms
Around the lady from 29 Palms
She's a yip-yip-yippy-eyed dolly
A new kinda gal of the west
And yip-yip-yippy by-golly
Whatever she does, she does her best
She rides twenty-nine trails to bliss
Knows twenty-nine ways how to kiss
She is a gal that you dream of, you'd love to have your arms
Around the lady from 29 Palms
She left twenty-nine broken hearts, baby
Broken in twenty-nine parts were their broken hearts, mmm oy-da doy-da
Twenty-nine fellas complainin' to their moms
About the lady from 29 Palms
She got twenty-nine Cadillacs, baby
Twenty-nine sables from Sach's and them Cadillacs, mmm boy-da doy-da
Twenty-nine fellas who never had their arms
Around the lady from 29 Palms
(instrumental break)
She's a yippety-yippety-yippety-eye-oh, what a dolly
A bronco that no one can break
And yippety-yippety-yippety-eye-oh, by-golly
She's never giving, but how she takes
She's got twenty-nine diamond rings
Got, got, got 'em without any strings (Wow!)
A dynamite dream-boat, a load of atom bombs (Who?)
The lady from 29 palms
The lady from 29 palms
Thirty days hath September,
April, June and November;
All the rest have thirty one
hahaha. im sneaky.
Here's to Donegal
And her people brave and tall
Here's to Antrim, to Leitrim and to Derry
Here's to Cavan and to Louth,
Here's to Carlow in the South
Here's to Longford, to Waterford, and Kerry.
Then clink your glasses, clink
'Tis a toast for all to drink
And let every voice join in the chorus
For Ireland is our home
And wherever we may roam
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here's to Tyrone,
Where O'Neill long held his own
Here's to Monaghan, Fermanagh and Kildare, boys!
Here's to her whose stroke
Broke the hated Penal yoke
And you know that's the brave County Clare, boys.
Then clink your glasses, clink
'Tis a toast for all to drink
And let every voice join in the chorus
For Ireland is our home
And wherever we may roam
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here's to Sligo and to Down,
And Armagh of old renown
Here's to Kilkenny famed in story
Here's to Wexford by the sea,
That near set old Ireland free
And here's to Royal Meath in all her glory.
Then clink your glasses, clink
'Tis a toast for all to drink
And let every voice join in the chorus
For Ireland is our home
And wherever we may roam
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here's to Galway and Mayo,
That never feared a foe
Here's to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes
Here's to Limerick famed to all
For its well-defended wall
And still more for the beauty of its lasses.
Then clink your glasses, clink
'Tis a toast for all to drink
And let every voice join in the chorus
For Ireland is our home
And wherever we may roam
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Here's to gallant Cork,
The next county to New York
Here's to Roscommon bright and airy
Here's to Westmeath,
Where a tyrant scarce can breathe
And here's to unconquered Tipperary.
Then clink your glasses, clink
'Tis a toast for all to drink
And let every voice join in the chorus
For Ireland is our home
And wherever we may roam
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us.
Queens County too we'll toast,
And Kings for both can boast
They are spots the invaders got some trouble in!
And now to finish up,
Fill a bright and brimming cup
And we'll drink, boys, to jolly little Dublin!
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
Irish songs appear to be a fertile source of numerical lyrics:
DUNLAVIN GREEN
In the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety eight
A sorrowful tale the truth unto you I'll relate
Of thirty-six heroes to the world were left to be seen
By a false information were shot on Dunlavin Green
Bad luck to you Saunders, for you did their lives betray
You said a parade would be held on that very day
Our drums they did rattle - our fifes they did sweetly play
Surrounded we were and privately marched away
Quite easy they led us as prisoners through the town
To be slaughtered on the plain, we were then forced to kneel down
Such grief and such sorrow were never before there seen
When the blood ran in streams down the dykes of Dunlavin Green
There is young Matty Farrell has plenty of cause to complain
Also the two Duffys who were also shot down on the plain
And young Andy Ryan, his mother distracted will run
For her own brave boy, her beloved eldest son
Bad luck to you, Saunders, may bad luck never you shun!
That the widow's curse may melt you like the snow in the sun
The cries of the orphans whose murmurs you cannot screen
For the murder of their dear fathers on Dunlavin Green
Some of our boys to the hills they are going away
Some of them are shot and some of them going to sea
Micky Dwyer in the mountains to Saunders he owes a spleen
For his loyal brothers who were shot on Dunlavin Green
From "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" by Belinda Carlisle
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause
'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight"
-Tom Waits
Oooh, Lucy posted one! (even if it was a sad one.) These are getting quite poetic and tragic. I think it's time for one about a REAL villain.
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.
I wouldn't touch you with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
A song from my past. Truly. Who would google forty-twa?
Welcome, Michelle. You too, Lucy.
Gallant Forty Twa, The
Traditional
You may talk about your Lancers or your Irish Fusiliers
The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's own Volunteers
Or any other regiment that's lying far awa'
Come give to me the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
And strolling through the green fields on a summer day
Watching all the country girls working at the hay
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
I never will forget the day his regiment marched past
The pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast
He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa'
He waved to me the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
And strolling through the green fields on a summer day
Watching all the country girls working at the hay
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afar
They tramped and tramped the weary men returning from the war
And as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa'
To see my bonnie laddie of the Gallant Forty Twa
And strolling through the green fields on a summer day
Watching all the country girls working at the hay
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa'
When I saw him in the tartan of the Gallant Forty Twa
This one was really Dad's find, but I like it best of the choices out there for forty-three, so I'm posting it. It's Gilbert & Sullivan, from "Trial by Jury":
JUDGE:
When I, good friends, was called to the bar,
I'd an appetite fresh and hearty.
But I was, as many young barristers are,
An impecunious party.
I'd a swallow-tail coat of a beautiful blue--
And a brief which I bought of a booby--
A couple of shirts, and a collar or two,
And a ring that looked like a ruby!
CHORUS:
A couple of shirts, etc.
JUDGE:
At Westminster Hall I danced a dance,
Like a semi-despondent fury;
For I thought I never should hit on a chance
Of addressing a British Jury--
But I soon got tired of third-class journeys,
And dinners of bread and water;
So I fell in love with a rich attorney's
Elderly, ugly daughter.
CHORUS:
So he fell in love, etc.
JUDGE:
The rich attorney, he jumped with joy,
And replied to my fond professions:
"You shall reap the reward of your pluck, my boy,
At the Bailey and Middlesex sessions.
"You'll soon get used to her looks," said he,
"And a very nice girl you will find her!
She may very well pass for forty-three
In the dusk, with a light behind her!"
Sing it, Levon!
Train arrive 16 coaches long
Train arrive 16 coaches long
Well that long black train
Took my baby back home
Train train rolling round the bend
Train train rolling round the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again
Went down to the station
To meet my baby at the gate
Ask the station master
If her train is running late
He said no if your wait
on that old 44
I hate to tell you son
But that train don't stop her anymore
Train train rolling round the bend
Train train rolling round the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again
Heard that whistle blowing
It was the middle of the night
When I got down to the station
The train was rolling out of site
Mystery train rolling round the bend
Mystery train rolling round the bend
Well it took my baby
Away from me again
John Prine- Onomatopoeia
Forty-five minutes
Forty-five cents
Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence
Singing, hey brother
Look what we got for you
We're gonna rope off an area
And put on a show
From the Canadian border
Down to Mexico
It might be the most
Potentially gross
Thing that we could possibly do
Yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance
Make them pubescents all wet their pants
We'll record it live
And that's no jive.
Hold it! Stop it! No! No! No! No!
Bang! went the pistol.
Crash! went the window.
Ouch! went the son of a gun.
Onomatopoeia
I don't wanna see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.
Waitin' In School Lyrics
by Ricky Nelson
I been a-waitin' in school all day long
a-waitin' on the bell to ring so I can go home
Throw my books on the table, pick up the telephone
"Hello, baby, let's get somethin' goin'"
Headin' down to the drugstore to get a soda pop
Throw a nickel in the jukebox, then we start to rock
My school gal baby, gonna tell ya some news
You sure look good in them baby-doll shoes
Well, it's a-one, two, a-pull off my shoes
Three, four, get out on the floor
Five, six, come get your kicks
Down on the corner of Lincoln and a-forty-six
[spoken:] Yeah!
[instrumental break]
I've been a-waitin' in school all day long
a-waitin' on the bell to ring so I could go home
Throw my books on the table, pick up the telephone
"Hello, baby, let's get somethin' goin'"
Headin' down to the drugstore to get a soda pop
Throw a nickel in the jukebox, then we start to rock
My school gal baby, gonna tell ya some news
You sure look good in them baby-doll shoes
Well, it's a-one, two, a-pull off my shoes
Three, four, get out on the floor
Five, six, come get your kicks
Down on the corner of Lincoln and a-forty-six
[spoken:] Yeah!
[spoken:] Well, let's go now!!
Well, it's a-one, two, a-pull off my shoes
Three, four, get out on the floor
Five, six, come get your kicks
Down on the corner of Lincoln and a-forty-six
You gotta move, start rockin' baby
a rockin', rockin' baby
Gonna rock all night, rock all night
Just wait 'n' see
[spoken:] Yeah!!
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side, and it's a-made out of rattlesnake hide
Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's a-made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me baby, and tell me who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Around the town I use a rattlesnake whip, take it easy baby don't you give me no lip
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I've got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, I'm just twenty-two and I don't mind dying
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand,
who do you love?"
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down the alleyway a house wagon flew
Hit a bump and somebody screamed, you should've heard what I'd seen
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Yeah, I've got a tombstone hand in a graveyard mine, just twenty-two baby I don't mind dying
Snake skin shoes baby put them on your feet, got the goodtime music and the Bo Diddley beat
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side, and it's made out of rattlesnake hide
Got a band new chimney put on top, and it's made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me child, tell me who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Forty-eight years of livin’
An angel in disguise
Forty-eight years of lovin’
Smilin’ with my eyes
Forty-eight years of memories
Neatly tucked away
When daylight dies, I hear them rise
And dance upon their grave
What’s that sound
Comin’ from the dresser on a night as black as pitch?
What’s that sound
Comin’ from the bureau, do I dare turn on the switch?
Them bones, them bones, them dry bones
All bleached and deathly white
I’ve got skeletons in my closet and
They’re rattlin’ tonight
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
Thou art lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine
CHORUS
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine.
CHORUS
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
CHORUS
Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter jine he daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.
CHORUS
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I draw the line.
50 nifty United States from 13 original colonies;
50 nifty stars in the flag that billows so beautif'ly in the breeze.
Each individual state contributes a quality that is great.
Each individual state deserves a bow, we salute them now.
50 nifty United States from 13 original colonies,
Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em,
One by one till we've given a day to ev'ry state in the U.S.A.
Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut;
Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana;
Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan;
Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada;
New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina,
North Dakota, Ohio;
Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas;
Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming,
North, south, east, west, in our calm, objective opinion,
NEW YORK! is the best of the
50 nifty United States from 13 original colonies,
Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em,
One by one till we've given a day to ev'ry state in the good old U. S. A.
The Ladybug And The Centipede
The ladybug and the centipede got married
The ladybug and the centipede they wed
On their wedding night I heard them say
Fifty-one pairs of slippers beneath the bed
Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
The ladybug thought the cricket¹s voice was gentle
The ant she knew was likely to succeed
And the bee had a kiss that was sweet indeed
But none could hug like the centipede
Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
On ther wedding night they called each other darling
The love they knew was total and complete
Until she slipped beneath the sheets
On her back fifty pair of cold cold feet
Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
One day the centipede he came home early
The ladybug looked slyer than a fox
She sat beneath the holly hox
Knitting lots and lots of little sox
Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
Hey ho hey ho what a wonderful wedding day
I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
and now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a oh
I met your children
Oh-a oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Pictures came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.
Oh-a oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a oh
You were the last one.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VTR.
You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star. (You are a radio star.)
so what if i still like disney movies.
Make way for Prince Ali
Say hey! It's Prince Ali
Hey! Clear the way in the old Bazaar
Hey you!
Let us through!
It's a bright new star!
Oh Come!
Be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way!
Here he comes!
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
Are you gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali! Fabulous he!
Ali Ababwa
Genuflect, shom some respect
Down on one knee!
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your sunday salaam
The come and meet his spectacular coterie
Prince Ali!
Mighty is he!
Ali Ababwa
Strong as ten regular men, definitely!
He faced the galloping hordes
A hundred bad guys with swords
Who sent those goons to their lords?
Why, Prince Ali
He's got seventy-five golden camels
Purple peacocks
He's got fifty-three
When it comes to exotic-type mammals
Has he got a zoo?
I'm telling you, it's a world-class menagerie
Prince Ali! Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa
That physique! How can I speak
Weak at the knee
Well, get on out in that square
Adjust your vein and prepare
To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali!
There's no question this Ali's alluring
Never ordinary, never boring
Everything about the man just plain impresses
He's a winner, he's a whiz, a wonder!
He's about to pull my heart asunder!
And I absolutely love the way he dresses!
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)
And to view them he charges no fee
(He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies
(Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali! Prince Ali!
Prince Ali!
Amorous he! Ali Ababwa
Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see
And that, good people, is why he got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
A brass band and more
With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers
His birds that warble on key
Make way for prince Ali!
Artist: (Theme by Nat Hiken) Lyrics
Song: Car 54, Where Are You? Lyrics
There's a hold up in the Bronx,
Brooklyn's broken out in fights.
There's a traffic jam in Harlem
That's backed up to Jackson Heights.
There's a scout troup short a child,
Kruschev's due at Idlewild
Car 54, Where Are You?
(musical interlude)
There's a hold up in the Bronx,
Brooklyn's broken out in fights.
There's a traffic jam in Harlem
That's backed up to Jackson Heights.
There's a scout troup short a child,
Kruschev's due at Idlewild
Car 54, Where Are You?
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EAGLES LYRICS
"Ol' 55"
Well, my time went to quickly
I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five
As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy,
God knows I was feelin' alive
And now the sun's comin' up
I'm ridin' with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a wishin' I'd stayed a little longer
Lord, don't you know the feelin's gettin' stronger
Six in the morning, gave me no warnin'
I had to be on my way
Now the cars are all passin' me,
Trucks are all flashin' me
I'm headed home from your place
And now the sun's comin' up
I'm ridin' with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade, and I lead the parade
Just a wishin' I'd stayed a little longer
Lord, don't you know, the feelin's gettin' stronger
Well, my time went to quickly
I went lickety-splitly out to my old fifty-five
As I pulled away slowly, feelin' so holy,
God knows I was feelin' alive
And now the sun's comin' up, yes it is
I'm ridin' with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Freeway cars and trucks,
Ridin' with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks,
Ridin' with Lady Luck
Freeway cars and trucks
Ridin' with Lady Luck...
爱我中华
歌手:宋祖英 专辑:爱我中华
爱我中华
爱我中华
赛罗赛罗赛罗赛罗赛罗赛罗--嘿
五十六个星座五十六只花
五十六族兄弟姐妹是一家
五十六种语言汇成一句话
爱我中华爱我中华爱我中华
爱我中华
健儿奋起的步伐
爱我中华
建设我们的国家
爱我中华
中华雄姿英发
爱我中华
五十六族兄弟姐妹
五十六种语言汇成一句话
爱我中华
嘿--罗
赛罗赛罗赛罗赛罗赛罗赛罗
爱我中华
嘿
(Translation:
Love My China
Like fifty-six constellations like fifty-six flowers
the fifty-six ethinic groups of China are of one family
the fifty-six languages speak a same voice
Love My China Love My China Love My China
the people march forward
to build our country
the fifty-six ethnic groups
all brothers and sisters
Love My China
Rejuvenate our country
the fifty-six ethnic groups
the fifty-six languages
speak a same voice
Love My China)
Didn't know I could speak Chinese, now did you?!?
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
So I hopped into town for a satellite dish
I tied it to the top of my Japanese car
I came home and I pointed it out into the stars
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
We might'a got all nice and friendly if we'd made it upstairs
All I got was a note that said Bye-bye John
Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbing the almighty peace
Judge said What you got in your defense son?
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on...
Had to make do with a worn out rock and roll scene
The old bop is gettin' tired need a rest
Well you know what I mean
Fifty eight that was great
But it's over now and That's all
Somethin' harder's coming up
Gonna really knock a hole in the wall
Gonna hit ya grab you hard
Make you feel ten feet tall
Well I hope this baby's gonna come along soon
You don't know it could
happen any ol' rainy afternoon
With the temperature down
And the juke box blowin' no fuse
And my musical life's feelin
Like a long Sunday School cruise
And you know there's one thing
Every single body could use
Modern times rock and roll
Modern times rock and roll
Get you high heeled guitar boots and some groovy clothes
Get a hair piece on your chest
And a ring through your nose
Find a nice little man who says
He's gonna make you a big big star
Stars in your eyes and ants in your pants
Think you should go far
Everybody in this bum sucking world
Gonna know just who you are
Look out
Fourteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds into our fifteen minutes of fame
When the luck runs out, I won't wonder who's to blame
Because nobody said they had a guaranteed way
to win the hearts of the public who are easily swayed
And just this time last year, I thought we had it made
We were One Hit Wonderful
Livin' the life, playin' the role
We were One Hit Wonderful
Well, it can't last long
They don't love you
They just love that one song
Well, things don't last long in life; that's how it goes
They'll smile and applaud, then turn up their nose
Things will shrink as quickly as they've grown
But it's perfectly normal for us to ask why
The company wasn't untrue, they just didn't try
And a new career is born. It will eventually die
We were One Hit Wonderful
Livin' the life, playin' the role
We were One Hit Wonderful
Well, it can't last long
They don't love you
They just love that one song
That one song...
That one song
So many lovely melodies
So many messages to convey
But they don't care about any of these
"Play that one damn song!" is what they say
Big Town
words & music Tanya Savory / sung by Priscilla Herdman
She opened a map of Kansas
She bought sixty years ago
She said "this is where my father's land was"
A little "x" marked the spot a little east of Colorado
Then she pulled out a faded black and white
Of a busy Midwest road
Just a blur of the world rushing by
She said "you could stand there now and never even know
It was a big town, became a small town
And now my home town is no town at all
And what was Main, is dust and rain
Broken window panes in the old town hall
It was a big town, now it ain't no town at all"
It used to be the grain elevators
And the scattered steeple spires
They were the only skyscrapers
Before the new roads to the cities stole the farm town fires
Before the tractor and the combine
Took the place of a thousand hands
An idle hour was hard to find
Now there's barely a trace of the place it was back when
She laughed and shook her head and said
"Sure is a funny one how the years
Well they can turn one town into a bright shiny city
Or turn the other way and let another disappear"
It was a big town, became a small town
And now my home town is no town at all
And what was Main, is dust and rain
Broken window panes in the old town hall
Been singing this song for 35 years, but I don't know the verse with 61 in it. Huh.
WILD COLONIAL BOY
There was a wild colonial youth, Jack Doolan was his name
Of poor but honest parents, he was born in Castlemaine
He was his father's only hope, his mother's only joy
The pride of both his parents was the wild colonial boy
Come all my hearties, we'll range the mountainside
Together we will plunder, together we will ride
We'll scour along the valleys and gallop o'er the plains
We'll scorn to live in slavery, bowed down in iron chains
In sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear
He held up the Beechworth mailcoach and he robbed Judge MacEvoy
Who trembled and gave up his gold to the wild colonial boy
One day as he was riding the mountainside along
Alistening to the little birds their pleasant laughing song
Three mounted troopers came in view - Kelly, Davis, and Fitzroy
And thought that they would capture him, the wild colonial boy
"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there's three to one
Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman"
He drew a pistol from his belt and spun it like a toy
"I'll fight, but I won't surrender," said the wild colonial boy
He fired at trooper Kelly and brought him to the ground
And in return from Davis received a mortal wound
All shattered through the jaws, he lay still firing at Fitzroy
And that's the way they captured him, the wild colonial boy
German Lunch Lyrics
(Frank Zappa)
Uhh, may I see your papers pleez??
Uhhh, lemme see.
Hand me your suitcase, let me . . . open it.
I'm just a bit nervous you understand.
Open the suitcase.
This hasn't happened . . . too often.
Uh-huh, I see, how many . . . sixty-two packages of cigarettes. Why are you carrying all zees into Germany for? What are you doing this for?
I . . . I . . .
How long have you been livin' in Berlin?
I don't live in Berlin.
Where do you live?
I live in Texas.
Texas?
Texas.
Oh I see, Lyndon Johnson lives in Texas too, does he not?
I know, Sure does.
Ooh, hm this is alright.
You mind . . . Is it alright if I shut my suitcase off?
Shut it off???
Ha, ha ha ha.
Do you care for one of these cigarettes?
Now, who's this lady you are with?
What lady?
This lady here, standing next to you.
Oh, this is uh, this is...
Has she has papers too?
PAPERS! Lemme see your papers!
How come you have to yell so much, what did we do?
I don't yell.
Were just trying to get into the country.
This is my country, it's not your country, I'm ? here, I've been standing here for years and years doing zis every time. You making me very angry.
Is this ze Fazerland.
This is ze Fazerland yes.
Listen you ought to check all the Mothers through customs. Hey line up as soon as you finished . . .
Are you through with me, sir?
You may step over here to the right.
Thank you.
My name is Fritz, open the suitcase please?
Just a moment here, just a moment.
What is this there's sixty two copies of Horseshit Magazine. What are you carrying Horseshit Magazine around for . . .
It's a hoax, hold it, hold it here.
What is this. Right there!
Hold it hold it. I'll never forget you Fritz
Alright, next, you may close this now.
Next whos up, uh, here he comes. Who are you? Hand me your paper.
Here's my papers
Your name is Duke? What's this Duke, Duke DeWild. Have you seen many German movies, you ever go to ze movies?
I never go to the movies
What is zis, you bring zees into Germany. Zees are Japanese tools. Why do you bring Japanese tools to Germany where we make the finest tools ever, you, what are you doingk? That's 60 marks for you, oh my God, what's the matter with you?
(coughing)
Oh my God, please please not here. Step . . . . Oh my God, what are you doingk. Oh, who are you, what is your name, hand me your paper. Is your name Larry? Larry Frnoga?
Yes.
Larry Frnoga?
Larry Frnoga
Oh my God, what are you doing, what are you doing zat for?
I'm beating the horse to make it go faster.
That's not a horse that's a table.
What's the difference?
Ha, ha, ha
Don't go too fast, does it, for a table.
What is this? Ohhh, zefrin, CL brand of ah nasal spray. You have a cold? How long have you had a cold?
About a year. (about.)
You had a cold for a year, are you trying to bring a cold into zis country. Oh my God don't cough on me. What is this medal say. Sais Berlin survival award 1968.
That's where I got my cold.
You were here before in Berlin.
That's right.
What, what were you doing in Berlin?
I gave a concert
You gave a concert in Berlin?
That's right.
To whom?
The German people.
The German people
Yes.
Don't take the German people lightly, I say, who is this man here, is it Arthur, Arthur Tripp
Arthur, Arthur
It's a German name is it not?
English
Tripp?
Ja.
Tripp?
Ja, JA?!
Ja, ja-ja...
Stop giggling, you're having too much fun, you know we arrest people for having to much fun here.
I beg your pardon.
When you come to someone elses country do you run around on the grass and make it dirty everywhere you go?
No, I stick pretty close to the bars.
You know you people all look... bars?
We have a lot of bars here
Ysure do. Heh-heh, scuze me if I laugh.
Don't laugh.
Alright I'll do that.
Who is this man here, the other man?
He's our leader.
He is your leader?
Ja.
Wh-what is his function and how does he lead you?
He directs us by with signals various vocal noises.
Vocal noises? Vat are some of the noises?
Eh, peep.
Peep?
Poowah.
Pooowahhhhhh
I see you all are very well organised, we all like order in Germany you know. You have such a pleasant smile, may I see your papers?
You see I don't exactly have my papers with me I.
You don't have papers?
I may have left them in my other bag.
He has no papers huh.
He has no papers.
I mean if there was something I could do for you.
Do you have any identification.
Identification, lemme see.
It's a nice watch you have on.
Wa ist los?
It used to have a Mickey Mouse there, I...
I tell you what I'll do.
If if if you give me zat watch.
Nein.
That's a very strange german accent.
Ja ha ha ha.
Are you sure . . .
Are you from Strabourg or was
He's a russian spy, he's a Russian I think.
I think so.
Get Him.
Hands Up!
Oh God.
What's goin on?
You want an enema?
No I'll take a cheeseburger.
Why is the bow-tie goink from your neck.
I'm practicing to fly.
Why is everyone in this group having bow ties going from ze neck?
They're all weird.
Gimme your watch.
I still don't trust this guys accent.
Who is this, who, who? Come here, come over here. Do you have a suitcase.
We must watch this one.
We must watch this one, right. Let's open the suitcase.
Awright. What is this, oh, you too carry many cigarette. What is this lyrics. Ah these are lyrics:
My guitar wants to kill you mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when he makes me mad
This is very good, this is very normal, German lyrics. You're all welcome to our country.
Ha ha ha.
Don't laugh.
The cash machine is blue and green
For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
We want a good life with a nose for things
the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering
I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue
Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees
every time I hear a doorbell ring
I shake like a toothache
every time I hear myself sing
All my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I would like to salute
the ashes of American flags
And all the fallen leaves
filling up shopping bags
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight
If it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Ho!
WAIT TILL WE'RE SIXTY-FIVE
(from the musical "On a Clear Day You Can See Forever")
WARREN:
Guaranteed income
House with a view
Doctors and nurses
Surgery too.(
Everything paid for
And it comes true...
When we're sixty-five.
Ten, twenty, thirty,
Then we're forty
Wait 'til we're sixty-five.
No need to hurry
Not a worry left
But to keep alive.
Not another premium to pay
All we got to do now is play and play.
Six years or seven
Then to heaven,
You first, the records show.
I get the pension
Not to mention
Blue Cross until I go.
If you ever thought you had fun
At twenty-one
Wait 'til we're sixty-five.
Hop, skip to forty
Jump to fifty
Wait 'til we're sixty-five.
Paid up and grinning
Just beginning
Now to become alive.
DAISY:
If the children never mature...
WARREN:
What the hell,
The bonds will
So we're secure.
WARREN & DAISY:
Safe from disaster,
No one has to
Take care of ma and pa.
WARREN:
All brown and rosy
Living cozy
Down there in Tampa, Fla.
If you feel like Catherine the Great
At twenty-eight
Wait 'til we're sixty-five.
[Interlude]
WARREN:
Life will be gala
Every malady all completely paid
And we've a plot a
Terra cotta
In which we'll both be laid.
If you were a little forlorn
When you were born
Wait 'til we're sixty-five!
If you ever plan to motor west,
travel my way, take the highway that's the best.
Get your kicks on Route six-six.
It winds from Chicago to LA,
more than two thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on Route six-six.
Now you go through Saint Louis
Joplin, Missouri,
and Oklahoma City is mighty pretty.
You see Amarillo,
Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona.
Don't forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino.
Won't you get hip to this timely tip:
when you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route six-six.
solo
Won't you get hip to this timely tip:
when you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route six-six.
Get your kicks on Route six-six.
Get your kicks on Route six-six.
Get your...on
Get your...on
Get your...on
Get your kicks on Route six-six.
Poofter's Froth Wyoming Plans Ahead
by Frank Zappa
Poofter's Froth, Wyoming
March Eleven Sixty-Seven
Take a letter
Miss Abetter
As our pigeons
Will be homing
To our jobbers in Dakota
And to Merwyn, Minnesota
This is merely just a note about
Performance to our quota
Well, we all come out
To show dem
An' the Elks have helped us
Load 'em
Little packets full of jackets
Little rackets, little rackets
Little Poofter - Cloth Appointments
Little Poofter's Froth Anointments
Little hoods, little goods,
Little doo-dads from the woods
The entire stock is shipping
Oh our shod is hardly slipping
To the markets of the world
Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled!
T-shirt racks, rubber snacks,
Poster rolls with matching tacks
Yes, a special beer for sports
(and paper cups that hold two quarts)
Everything a nation needs
For making hoopla while if feeds
The trash compactors, small reactors,
Mowers, blowers, throwers & the glowers:
This is Buy-Cent-Any-All Salute (HYULK!)
Two hundred years have gone ka-poot!
Ah but we have been astute!
Signed: Anon. - Wyo. Galoot!
Frank Zappa poisoned my youth, and he just will not die.
Bob Dylan makes a contribution:
Maggie's Farm
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Weird, I heard that Dylan song in the car today.
You had to know Bon Jovi was coming here...
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played it til my fingers bled
It was the summer of sixty-nine
Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit and Jody got married
I shoulda know we'd never get far
Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd just wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Ain't no use in complainin'
When you got a job to do
Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in
And that's when I met you - yeah
Standin' on your mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Oh, back in the summer of sixty-nine
Man we were killin' time
We were young and restless, we needed to unwind
I guess nothing can last forever, forever
And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
I think about ya - wonder what went wrong
Standin' on your mama's porch
You told me it would last forever
Oh the way you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Back in the summer of sixty-nine
Back in the summer of sixty-nine
Oh, back in the summer of sixty-nine
and i had to break out the emo. sorry, guys. no one else will like this.
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart.
For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart.
I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to.
As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go
and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked.
Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head.
I wrote a message on my pillow that says, "Jesse, stay asleep in bed."
So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to
And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again.)
Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Well tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
Everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
And everyone's caught on to everything you do (And I can't let you, let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to (And I can't let you, let me down again)
ive never even heard this song before but i had to find one quick on google JUST so i could say I HATE BOB DYLAN AND I HATE THAT SONG. it drives me absolutely insane. and im not a big fan of summer of sixty nine either, but its probably a better choice than most of the other songs that are out there with the word sixty nine in them. this next song is by semisonic though. maybe its not even bad!
Made to Last
Made to last awhile
And roll on
Made to move in style
And move along
Made to dream of flying
So high
Made to wake up crying
I don't know why
Beautiful one
Asleep in the sun
Secret, sweet & sublime
I hope you last a long, long time
Made to come alone
And pair up
Flash like a rolling stone
Seventy-one
One time love affair
With the earth
Waiting on the air
For some re-birth
(For what it's worth)
Wherever you are
Nearby or far
Black, white, lemon or lime
I hope you last a long, long time
awww i just read the lyrics. they're kinda cute.
I struck the trail in seventy-two
The herd strung out behind me
As I jogged along my mind ran back
To the girl I left behind me
The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl
The girl I left behind me
As I jogged along my mind ran back
To the girl I left behind me
The wind did blow, the rain did flow
The hail did fall and blind me
I thought of the girl, the sweet little girl
The girl I'd left behind me
The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl
The girl I left behind me
I thought of the girl, the sweet little girl
The girl I'd left behind me!
She wrote ahead to the place I said
A letter to remind me
She says "I am true, when you get through
Ride back and you will find me"
The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl
The girl I left behind me
She says "I am true, when you get through
Ride back and you will find me"
If I ever get off the trail
And the Indians they don't find me
I'll make my way straight back again
To the girl I left behind me
The sweet little girl, the pretty little girl
The girl I left behind me
I'll make my way straight back again
To the girl I left behind me
Rockin' Chair
Hang around, Willie Boy,
Don't you raise the sails anymore.
It's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea
and I'm pushin' age seventy three;
now there's only one place that was meant for me :
Oh, to be home again,
Down in old Virginy,
with my very best friend,
They call him Ragtime Willie.
We're gonna soothe away the rest of our years,
We're gonna put away all of our tears,
that big Rockin' Chair won't go nowhere.
Slow down, Willie Boy,
Your heart's gonna give right out on you
It's true, and I believe I know what we should do.
Turn the stern and point to shore,
the seven seas won't carry us no more.
Oh, to be home again,
Down in old Virginy,
with my very best friend,
They call him Ragtime Willie.
I can't wait to sniff that air,
Dip'n snuff, I won't have no care,
that big Rockin' Chair won't go nowhere.
Hear the sound, Willie Boy,
the Flyin' Dutchman's on the reef.
It's my belief
We've used up all our time,
this hill's to steep to climb,
and the days that remain ain't worth a dime.
Oh, to be home again,
Down in old Virginy,
with my very best friend,
They call him Ragtime Willie.
Would-a-been nice just t'see the folks,
listen once again to the stale jokes,
that big Rockin' Chair won't go nowhere.
I can hear something calling on me
[second voice concurrent with first]
and you know where I want to be
Oh, Willie don't you hear that sound
[seconda voce]
Oh, to be home again down in old Virginy
I just want to get my feet back on the ground
Oh, to be home again down in old Virginy
[seconda voce]
I'd love to see my very best friend
They call him Rag-time Willie
[seconda voce]
I believe old rockin chair's got me
[seconda vocecs]
Oh, to be home again.
BARRETT'S SONG
BARRETT
She's sparkling clean, this new-born ship
But one old thing is clear
The orders they propose above
We execue down here...
We'll watch form here as up above
They'll catch a whiff of glory
This wonder ship may be brand new
But it's the same old story...
Stoke the fire in the hold
As the men draw back...
Feed the heat in the hold
As the men draw back
And the dust of the coal in the air is black
And a trickle of sweat runs down your back...
And what are the boys from the midlands doing here?
Coal it is that makes the steam
That runs the machines that run the world
That sends the men below the ground
To mine the coal
Each day...
From Leicestershire and Nottingham
Us lads who worked down in the pit
Knew if you got above the ground
You'd save your soul
Some way...
Get out of the pit
And westward I knew I could run
And ship out to sea and there my new life was begun...
And the screws are turning at seventy-one...
It became my dream to go out to sea...
Further out from the mine you couldn't be...
But, born to the coal, there's no place for you elsewhere
You trade a life of dank and gloom
To shovel in the boiler room
But now your seven decks below
A lady's dainty feet...
And nothing has changed
There's nothing a miner can do
The pit and your mates
Turned into the hold and the crew...
And the screws are turnin at seventy-two...
Faster and faster we watch as we gain ever more
Seventy-three, and too soon it is seventy-four...
For a record speed I belive we strive!
For the maiden ship that's too hard to drive
If you push her faster than seventy-five.
That is the truth
I swear!
8. TO BE
When I was young I used to see her
Herdin' her goats on the hillside
No one knows
And she ain't tellin' her age
I'd say she's just about seventy-five
She's an old timer tryin'
To hold on to what she's got
They call her Goat Annie
I still remember the stories
The townspeople told to each other
Just because she liked her goats
Better than people
They said the devil was her brother
She never paid them no mind
She just kept on
Bein' herself - Goat Annie
She's a rare individual
One of a dying breed
Everything she's got
Right now
Is all she'll ever need
One day the government decided
They had to have
The land she lived on
They came with the papers
Polite as could be
They said she had just thirty days
To get gone
You could see them smirking
We're just doin' our job here
You understand, Goat Annie
She said, I was born and raised here
Ain't never done wrong to no one
You ain't gonna
Throw me off my land, not
Me or my goats or my shotgun
Then she leveled her 12-gauge
With a blast, she sent 'em packin'
Go, Goat Annie
Next day they came with the lawmen
But that didn't get 'em nowhere
Rather than shoot
At a poor old lady
They decided to let her
Live her days out there
It doesn't happen very often
But there are still some people
With heart
Like Goat Annie
Harold:
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo-
Sos, the cream of ev'ry famous band.
Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
There were more than a thousand reeds
Springing up like weeds
There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind.
There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering, thundering all along the way.
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
Each bassoon having it's big, fat say!
There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering, thundering louder than before
Clarinets of ev'ry size
And trumpeters who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score!
Are we still doing this? OK. Might as well get us to 100, right?
John Mellencamp (Cougar):
On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line
He looked at the young man who was riding beside him
He said I'm old kind of worn out inside
I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary
And my father before me I helped build this land
Now I'm seventy-seven and with God as my witness
I earned every dollar that passed through my hands
My family and friends are the best thing I've known
Through the eye of the needle I'll carry them home
[Chorus:]
Days turn to minutes
And minutes to memories
Life sweeps away the dreams
That we have planned
You are young and you are the future
So suck it up and tough it out
And be the best you can
The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming
He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones
This highway is long but I know some that are longer
By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home
Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio river
The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times
He fell asleep with his head against the window
He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind
This world offers riches and riches will grow wings
I don't take stock in those uncertain things
[Chorus]
The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to follow
I do things my way and I pay a high price
When I think back on the old man and the bus ride
Now that I'm older I can see he was right
Another hot one out on highway eleven
This is my life It's what I've chosen to do
There are no free rides No one said it'd be easy
The old man told me this my son i'm telling it to you
We could have used this one numerous times:
I like older women, how bout you.
Nineteens are good to look at,
but they're to young for my lovin.
Twenties are fun, but they're not done,
You need to stick them back in the oven.
thirty three they're divorced and freed,
now they hate all men.
But at forty two, they love to screw
and wanna get married again.
I like older women, how bout you.
They at fifty nine, they are lookin fine,
but they're still not a winner.
But man i live at sixty five.
you get a discount,
when u take them to dinner
at seventy eight hey,
They're lookin great.
Been in over with their gravy ladle.
But if you talkin chicks,
at eighty six you know
you're still rubbin the cradle
yeah.
I like older women, the older they are, the better.
Gotta take out their teeth to give you a kiss.
Or knit you a brand new sweater.
Hey their house smells just like cornbreads,
their hair is the pretty shade of glue.
I go insane when they go with the cane,
in othatpedic shoes.
Have you ever made love in an afghan,
with all your toes pokin through.
Its that feelin i get.
Lord i swear that make my pecker grow an inch or two.
I like older women, how bout you.
Wow. Let this be a lesson to you, kids. Just cause you find it on google and the first verse is pretty funny, does not make it appropriate for a family website such as this. Read the whole song first!
To make up for it, here's 79:
I struck the trail in seventy-nine
The herd strung out behind me
As I jogged along my mind went back
To the gal I left behind
If I ever get off the trail, boys
And the Indians don't find me
I'll make my way straight back again
To the gal I left behind me
CHORUS:
That sweet little gal, that true little gal
The gal I left behind me
That sweet little gal, that pretty little gal
The gal I left behind me
The wind did blow and the rain did flow
The hail did fall and blind me
And I thought of that gal, that sweet little gal
That gal I'd left behind me
She wrote ahead to a place I said
And I was glad to find it
She says "I'm true, when you get through
Ride back and you will find me"
CHORUS
When we sold out I took the train
I knew that I would find her
When I got back, we had a smack
And that's no gol-darned liar
-Arlo Guthrie
The thread that would not die, though it prolly should.
Snoopy and the Red Baron
by The Royal Guardsmen
After the turn of the century
In the clear blue skies over Germany
Came a roar and a thunder men had never heard
Like the scream and the sound of a big war bird
Up in the sky, a man in a plane
Baron von Richthofen was his name
Eighty men tried, and eighty men died
Now they're buried together on the countryside
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
In the nick of time, a hero arose
A funny-looking dog with a big black nose
He flew into the sky to seek revenge
But the Baron shot him down - "Curses, foiled again!"
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Now, Snoopy had sworn that he'd get that man
So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
He challenged the German to a real dogfight
While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight
That Bloody Red Baron was in a fix
He'd tried everything, but he'd run out of tricks
Snoopy fired once, and he fired twice
And that Bloody Red Baron went spinning out of sight
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more
The Bloody Red Baron was rollin' up the score
Eighty men died tryin' to end that spree
of the Bloody Red Baron of Germany
im sick of being stuck on number eighty. here goes nothing...
P. DIDDY LYRICS
"Child Of The Ghetto"
(feat. G. Dep)
Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!
[G. Dep]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)
I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
Shak, shak, right in his back
I might just crack while I'm writin this rap
From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack
I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal
I'm like, Seagal with the steel but "Harder to Kill"
It's real, big Beans up for lettin me know
Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough
Won't be a second we won't; they lettin me go
Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to grow
Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the scene
Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between
Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it down
Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us
But hey..
[Chorus]
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me
Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they claimin to be
Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be - CRAZY
[G. Dep]
I take you back to the scene of the stunt
Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want
And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from here
Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
Get us some gear to get us in here
Waited years to get a premier and did it from here
Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them
Take you back to the 80's around
Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks
Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and movin these rocks
You get it - we movin them blocks to move in them drops
Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and exact
When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga
[Chorus]
[G. Dep]
Eighty-one I had fun, eight-two I was new
Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew
Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix
Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips
Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow
Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure
Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor
Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate
Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..
Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break
Sit back, countin the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo
Oh my lord, Aurora. It's good to see that this thread isn't dead yet, but . . . . there wasn't something else SOMEWHERE with eighty-one in it?? I think we need a new rule: no horrible songs allowed in this thread, or at least no horrible songs with bad words in them. Anyway, here's a ballad to clean up the atmosphere, quick:
Ballad: Little Oliver
EARL JOYCE he was a kind old party
Whom nothing ever could put out,
Though eighty-two, he still was hearty,
Excepting as regarded gout.
He had one unexampled daughter,
The LADY MINNIE-HAHA JOYCE,
Fair MINNIE-HAHA, "Laughing Water,"
So called from her melodious voice.
By Nature planned for lover-capture,
Her beauty every heart assailed;
The good old nobleman with rapture
Observed how widely she prevailed
Aloof from all the lordly flockings
Of titled swells who worshipped her,
There stood, in pumps and cotton stockings,
One humble lover - OLIVER.
He was no peer by Fortune petted,
His name recalled no bygone age;
He was no lordling coronetted -
Alas! he was a simple page!
With vain appeals he never bored her,
But stood in silent sorrow by -
He knew how fondly he adored her,
And knew, alas! how hopelessly!
Well grounded by a village tutor
In languages alive and past,
He'd say unto himself, "Knee-suitor,
Oh, do not go beyond your last!"
But though his name could boast no handle,
He could not every hope resign;
As moths will hover round a candle,
So hovered he about her shrine.
The brilliant candle dazed the moth well:
One day she sang to her Papa
The air that MARIE sings with BOTHWELL
In NEIDERMEYER'S opera.
(Therein a stable boy, it's stated,
Devoutly loved a noble dame,
Who ardently reciprocated
His rather injudicious flame.)
And then, before the piano closing
(He listened coyly at the door),
She sang a song of her composing -
I give one verse from half a score:
BALLAD
Why, pretty page, art ever sighing?
Is sorrow in thy heartlet lying?
Come, set a-ringing
Thy laugh entrancing,
And ever singing
And ever dancing.
Ever singing, Tra! la! la!
Ever dancing, Tra! la! la!
Ever singing, ever dancing,
Ever singing, Tra! la! la!
He skipped for joy like little muttons,
He danced like Esmeralda's kid.
(She did not mean a boy in buttons,
Although he fancied that she did.)
Poor lad! convinced he thus would win her,
He wore out many pairs of soles;
He danced when taking down the dinner -
He danced when bringing up the coals.
He danced and sang (however laden)
With his incessant "Tra! la! la!"
Which much surprised the noble maiden,
And puzzled even her Papa.
He nourished now his flame and fanned it,
He even danced at work below.
The upper servants wouldn't stand it,
And BOWLES the butler told him so.
At length on impulse acting blindly,
His love he laid completely bare;
The gentle Earl received him kindly
And told the lad to take a chair.
"Oh, sir," the suitor uttered sadly,
"Don't give your indignation vent;
I fear you think I'm acting madly,
Perhaps you think me insolent?"
The kindly Earl repelled the notion;
His noble bosom heaved a sigh,
His fingers trembled with emotion,
A tear stood in his mild blue eye:
For, oh! the scene recalled too plainly
The half-forgotten time when he,
A boy of nine, had worshipped vainly
A governess of forty-three!
"My boy," he said, in tone consoling,
"Give up this idle fancy - do -
The song you heard my daughter trolling
Did not, indeed, refer to you.
"I feel for you, poor boy, acutely;
I would not wish to give you pain;
Your pangs I estimate minutely, -
I, too, have loved, and loved in vain.
"But still your humble rank and station
For MINNIE surely are not meet" -
He said much more in conversation
Which it were needless to repeat.
Now I'm prepared to bet a guinea,
Were this a mere dramatic case,
The page would have eloped with MINNIE,
But, no - he only left his place.
The simple Truth is my detective,
With me Sensation can't abide;
The Likely beats the mere Effective,
And Nature is my only guide.
And these days
And these days
I wish, I wish, I wish I was six again
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish, I wish I was six again
If only my...
I've these dreams of
Walking home
Home where it used to be
Everything is as it was
Frozen in front of me
Here I stand, six feet small
Romanticizing years ago
It's a bittersweet feeling hearing "No Such Thing" on the radio
And these days
I wish I was six again
Oh, make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
Oh, if only my life was more like 1983
All these things would be more like they were at the start of me
Had it made in '83
Thinking 'bout my brother Ben
I miss him every day
He looks just like his brother John
But on an 18-month delay
Here I stand, six feet small
And smiling 'cause I'm scared as hell
Kind of like life is like a sequel to a movie
Where the actors' names have changed
Oh well
Well, these days
I wish I was six again
Oh, make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
Oh, if only my life was more like 1983
I wish things would be more like they were at the start of me
If my life was more like 1983
Plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me
And most my memories
Have escaped me or confused themselves with dreams
If heaven's all we want it to be
Send your prayers to me
Care of Bridgeport, CT, and 1983
You can paint that house a rainbow of colors
Rip out the floorboards, replace the shutters
But that's my plastic in the dirt
Whatever happened to my, whatever happened to my
Whatever happened to my lunchbox?
When came the day that it got thrown away
And don't you think I should have had some say in that decision?
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father says, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh Daddy dear, you know, you're still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have, oh no, no, no, no
They just wanna, they just wanna
They just wanna, they just wanna
They just wanna, girls, let's hear it for the boys
Let's hear it for my baby
Let's hear it for the boys
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Oh, oh, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my loving, one-man show
Oh, oh, oh, oh
If only my life
Ba, ba-da, ba, ba-da
If only my life
Ba, ba-da, ba, ba-da
If only my life
Ba, ba-da, ba, ba-da
If my life was more like '83
i dont really listen to this.
"Hardcore 84"
Now my chainsaw close to head
Change your points; you’re left for dead
This isn’t hectic fight for fun this is Hardcore 81
Neighbourhood watch, backyard brawl
Riot at Montanan hall, fighting ruins, this is sad but true
This is hardcore 82
RIOT! RIOT!
Maybe your home’s barred and blitzed
Go bust some heads or throw some fists you
You want some police brutality go to Hardcore 83
Hollywood, rap patrol get free rooms at Wilcox hotel
Question, what are we fighting for?
It's just Hardcore 84
Tragedy, a catastrophe
The nemesis of a wasted night
Rationale of an atom bomb
Consequence of a murder plot
RIOT! RIOT!
this song is way too long to read. im sure theres something bad in it, its from a dumb band.
"Eighty-Five"
It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm sweatin' bullets,
see the plug but I can't pull it,
This belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against these ropes,
and ain't no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' clocks is chasin',
got me dodgin' obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm livin' lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love me,
There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate time put before me,
They say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is racin'?
Put yourself in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss,
And start to see visions,
memories you really miss, simple things,
Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend,
Your first love,
Your first French kiss,
Your first time feeling hate,
The first time you got dissed,
Your first day of school,
Your very first college class,
Your first time touchin' titties,
First time you got ass,
Your first time learnin' wrong from right,
First lonely night,
The first time you got your ass whooped in
Your first real fight,
Your first triple-double dare,
Your first pubic hair,
Your first time watchin' Jason,
Your first nightmare,
That's when you realize that time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get closer to the bottom,
see the end of your line,
Your first time ever losin' this battle with time,
But right before you meet your death,
one more memory left,
The only one that's obsolete was your first breath,
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.
A clock can kill motivation,
that's why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I never grow up,
my mind is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned this grown-up shit is for the birds,
So pass the skittles,
JuJu Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm livin' happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they could ever say,
Forever playin' video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm young at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
Your mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I relate wit',
But if it comes down to it,
to deal with cat's that I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five
this is apparently from some baseball soundtrack. for all you baseball fans out there, WHOS THIS SONG ABOUT!!
12. Who?
Forget The Boo Boo - Remember The Name
Author: Joe Pickering, Jr. & Phil Coley
Recorded: 2001
Publisher: King of the Road Music
CHORUS
WHO LED THE N.L. IN DOUBLES TWICE
WHO PLAYED WITH NINE BODY PARTS IN ICE
WHO WAS THE N.L. BATTING CHAMP TOO
WHO'S BEST REMEMBERED FOR ONE BOO-BOO
WHO OUT-HIT MOST PLAYERS IN THE HALL OF FAME
WHO PLAYED MORE THAN MOST IN THE GAME
WHO HIT THREE HUNDRED PLUS FOR EIGHT SEASONS
WHO WAS GREAT FOR SO MANY REASONS
WHO HOLDS THE RECORD FOR ASSISTS AT FIRST
WHO'S BEEN TREATED THE VERY WORST
HIS CAREER SPANNED FOUR DECADES. WHAT A SHAME
THE GREAT BILL BUCKNER TOOK ALL THE BLAME
REPEAT CHORUS
I STILL WINCH A BIT AT THAT EIGHTY SIX GAME
BUT NO LIFE WAS LOST...LIFE GOES ON THE SAME
BILL BUCKNER'S CLEARLY A MAJOR REASON
WHY WE HAD THAT GREAT EIGHTY SIX SEASON
IT'S OVER AND DONE WITH. TIME TO FORGET
TIME TO REALIZE WE'VE BEEN ALL WET
BILL MIGHT MAKE IT TO THE HALL OF FAME
UNTIL WE ATONE WE'RE IN THE HALL OF SHAME
REPEAT CHORUS
IF YOU EVER COME BACK TO NEW ENGLAND BILL
I HOPE WE CHEER YOU FROM EVERY WINDOW SILL
BILL BUCKNER REMEMBER AND VALUE THAT NAME
A PLAYER WHO GAVE HIS HEART TO THE GAME
(REPEAT LAST TWO LINES AND FADE)
NEIL YOUNG lyrics - "The Last Trip To Tulsa"
www.OldieLyrics.com
Well, I used to drive a cab,
you know
I heard a siren scream
Pulled over to the corner
And I fell into a dream
There were
two men eating pennies
And three young girls who cried
The West coast is falling,
I see rocks in the sky.
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool.
He said: with
the congregation running,
Why should I play the fool?
Well, I used to be a woman,
you know
I took you for a ride,
I let you fly my airplane
It looked good for your pride.
'Cause you're
the kind of man you know
Who likes what he says.
I wonder what's it's like
To be so far over my head.
Well, the lady made the wedding
And she brought along the ring.
She got down on her knees
And said: Let's
get on with this thing.
Well, I used to be a folk singer
Keeping managers alive,
When you saw me on a corner
And told me I was jive.
So I unlocked your mind, you know
To see what I could see.
If you guarantee the postage,
I'll mail you back the key.
Well I woke up in the morning
With an arrow through my nose
There was an Indian in the corner
Tryin' on my clothes.
Well, I used to be asleep
you know
With blankets on my bed.
I stayed there for a while
'Til they discovered I was dead.
The coroner was friendly
And I liked him quite a lot.
If I hadn't 've been a woman
I guess I'd never have been caught.
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said.
Well, I was driving
down the freeway
When my car ran out of gas.
Pulled over to the station
But I was afraid to ask.
The servicemen were yellow
And the gasoline was green.
Although I knew I couldn't
I thought that I was gonna scream.
That was on my last trip to Tulsa
Just before the snow.
If you ever need a ride there,
Be sure to let me know.
I was chopping down a palm tree
When a friend dropped by to ask
If I would feel less lonely
If he helped me swing the axe.
I said: No, it's
not a case of being lonely
We have here,
I've been working on this palm tree
For eighty seven years
I said: No, it's
not a case of being lonely
We have here,
I've been working on this palm tree
For eighty seven years
He said: Go get lost!
And walked towards his Cadillac.
I chopped down the palm tree
And it landed on his back.
Mr. Murphy would like Aurora to know that he is not fond of Neil Young.
As for the next song, you can hear some of it here. i think it might give Ayy Wah Doopah a run for its money. The link is split in half so it will fit in the comment space. Copy and paste both halves into your browser and be sure to take out any space in between.
http://www.googolpower.com/audio
/multiplicationwma/12_yodel_odel_eight.wma
and here's the song.
Chorus:
Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
Eight times one is eight
Eight times two is sixteen
Eight time three is twenty-four
Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
And eight times four is thirty-two
Eight times five is forty
Eight times six is forty-eight
Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
With each step you have eight more
Eight more than you had before!
Chorus
Eight times seven is fifty-six
Eight times eight is sixty-four
Eight times nine is seventy-two
Yodel-odel-odel-odel- eight!
And eight times ten is eighty
Eight times eleven is eighty-eight
Eight times twelve is ninety-six
Yodel-odel-odel-odel-eight!
With each step you have eight more
Eight more than you had before! Oh-
Chorus
Eight, sixteen and twenty-four
Each time you will have eight more
Thirty-two, forty, forty-eight
Just climb up in steps of eight
Fifty-six, sixty-four, seventy-two
Multiplying eight for you
Eighty, eighty-eight and ninety-six
Multiplying is the easy way to…..
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!
I’m all right
Yodel-odel-odel-eight!
Yodel-a-hee-hoooo……………..
I want to burn the letters that I wrote you
Over the phone today it felt like you were fading
Losing interest and ready to leave
Here i am thinking you were sent to save me.
I've had 89 days of Alcatrez
Silly me thinking it was over
89 days of losing my mind
silly silly me silly silly me
So I keep walking I keep walking singing sometimes
Feeling like a shit cause I know what's happening
Investing like a rich girl
Gambling like a Vegas idiot
Putting out cause I haven't much before
I've had 89 days of Alcatrez
Silly me thinking it was over
89 days of losing my mind
Silly silly me silly silly me.
You don't know who you got yourself into
You don't know you don't know at all
You don't know who you got yourself into
You don't know you don't know
You don't know you don't know.
why did we stop at 88? love you guys. if anyones browsing through this keep looking through all of them, it's so fun to read old comments and blogs. who knows, it could be years from now until someone sees this!
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