Maybe life is just put on for show
Oh but it's the only show in town
And it don't cost a nickel to get in
Oh but you'll pay dear to hang around
"The Only Show In Town" by Jesse Winchester
Let The Rough Side Drag (1976) |
The White City - I finally grew up
To resist the temptation the gutters all threw up
But I have to go back - I guess I'm violence prone
To remember the White City fighting (yeah) |
I am not much of rocker these days; but my favorite always has been:
Show me, show me, show me
How you do that trick
The one that makes me scream, she said
The one that makes me laugh, she said
And threw her arms around my head
Show me how you do it
And I promise you, I promise that
I'll run away with you
The Cure, Just Like Heaven |
Now that I have found you
would you object to
never seeing each other again
cause I cant afford to
climb aboard you
no-one has that much ego to spare |
U2 "One" Did I disappoint you, Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? |
See that lover standing
staring at the ground
he is looking for the real thing
lies were all he found
you can get the real thing
it will only cost a pound
Down where the drunkards roll
down where the drunkards roll |
The Sidewalk crouches at her feet, like a dog that begs for something sweet... Doors |
"when we get older, and stop making sense" talking heads |
Tell everybody waiting for a superman,
That they should try to hold on the best they can,
He hasn't dropped them, forgot them, or anything,
It's just to heavy for a superman to lift
from Flaming Lips' The Soft Bulletin (1999) |
One more the stones,I ll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon,you just cant beat it. |
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Here we go,from the notorious cherry bombs,Its hard to kiss the lips at night that chew your ass out all day long,It not get any better than that no way no how Al |
Baretta's Theme song "Keep Your Eye on the Sparrow" was sung by the late great Sammy Davis Jr. |
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time.
Theme song from "Baretta" T. V. show |
"One man's riteousness is another man's long, hard sentance carried out." From Calexico's "Black Heart" |
For lunch my menu is kinda large
5 hamburgers, 3 shish-kabobs
2 large fries, one slice a cake
And I eat it all down in just one take.
The Fat Boys |
I like your blue-eyed horseshoe, I like your afro horny toad, I'd like to do it to your daughter on a dirt road...
Blue Oyster Cult, Career of Evil from Secret Treaties |
"Feed your babies onions, so you can find them in the dark." |
I dug out an old Jerry Jeff Walker LP the other day and was reminded of these lyrics...
"Now, I'm not sayin' she was a big chick or anything,
but one time I did ask her what size bra she wore,
and she said 6 and 7/8,
I said, 6 and 7/8, my God what'd ya use to measure it,
and she said,
a Stetson...." |
I'm too tired to rest.
Lazy Lester on Lightin Slims' Trip to Chicago Flyright pressing, The legendary Jay Miller sessions Vol 12. |
LOL at "I buried Paul."
"She blew my nose and then she blew my mind" is a pretty good line. |
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If i should die in a car wreck...(pause)... may I have Van Morrison on myyyyyyyy tape deck.
Can't remember the name of the song but it's by POI DOG PONDERING on their album Wishing Like a Mountain and thinking like the Sea.
GREAT MUSIC!! |
I know you don't know me
But I'd dig your company
Don't want to be alone tonight
You can trust me girl -you'll be alright
Looked at me with big brown eyes
She said "yes" to my surprise
And now I call her in the morning
And I see her every night
I see her in the evening
And when I'm with her I'm all right
Steppenwolf/The Second
Humanity grew weary
Of its doubtful state of mind
So it summond from far
And called from near
Every wise man thought to be sincere
To heal its wounds and make it whole
To lead the way back
To the soul
But the wise men came together
With the hope to free mankind
From rubbish that had gathered
In God's name
To embrace and trust each other
In the search for the supreme
And they found that all their teaching
Was the same
Steppenwolf/The Second |
Castles Made Of Sand
Jimi Hendrix
There was a young girl whose heart was a frown
Because she was crippled for life and couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she would stop living
So she decided to die
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled
"you won't hurt me no more"
But then a sight she'd never seen made her jump and say
"look a golden winged ship is passing my way"
And it really didn't have to stop
It just kept on going
And so castles made of sand
Slips into the sea eventually
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The Crystal Ship
Ray Manzarek and Jim Morrison- The Doors
Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, Another kiss
The Days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle reign
The time we ran was too insane
we'll meet again, we'll meet again
Tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather die, I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls
A thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The Sensual World
Kate Bush
Then I'd taken the kiss of seedcake back from his mouth
Going deep South, go down, mmh, yes,
Took six big wheels and rolled our bodies
Off of Howth Head and into the flesh, mmh, yes,
He said I was a flower of the mountain, yes,
But now I've powers o'er a woman's body, yes.
Stepping out of the page into the sensual world.
Stepping out...
To where the water and the earth caress
And the down of a peach says mmh, yes,
Do I look for those millionaires
Like a Machiavellian girl would
When I could wear a sunset? mmh, yes,
And how we'd wished to live in the sensual world
You don't need words--just one kiss, then another.
Stepping out of the page into the sensual world
Stepping out, off the page, into the sensual world.
And then our arrows of desire rewrite the speech, mmh, yes,
And then he whispered would I, mmh, yes,
Be safe, mmh, yes, from mountain flowers?
And at first with the charm around him, mmh, yes,
He loosened it so if it slipped between my breasts
He'd rescue it, mmh, yes,
And his spark took life in my hand and, mmh, yes,
I said, mmh, yes,
But not yet. |
"I'll love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow"....sung by the Spiral Starecase, a one-hit-wonder group. Killer lyric, I tell it to my wife all the time. I knew the song was a classic the first time I heard it 35 years ago as a teenager.
And yes they spelled it that way. |
'I love the dead, before they're cold,
Their blueing flesh for me to hold.
While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave,
I have other uses for you darling...
ALICE COOPER circa 1973 |
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was... |
"Where's the sense in stealing, without the grace to be it?"
-Echo & the Bunnymen
"I've seen this happen in other people's lives, and now it's happening in mine."
--Morrissey (The Smiths) |
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
.
.
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE? |
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"there ain't no coupe de ville hidin at the bottom of a cracker jack box" meatloaf |
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Since my favorite Dylan line has already been mentioned (twice), I'll default to a couple of different lines from the Dead:
"Sometimes the lights all shinin' on me; other times I can barely see."
and
"Which of you to gain me tell, will risk uncertain pains in Hell. I will not forgive you, if you will not take the chance." |
dont push me,cuz Im close to the edge,tryin my best, not to lose my head,it makes me wunda ,how I keep from going unda, "The Message" think i got it right |
I'm sort of an Irish nationalist, in spirit at least, and have always been touched by the lyrics of Danny Boy, a true song of protest. And as sung by Eva Cassidy it can bring tears to my eyes! |
Bruce Cockburn is a great writer. For example--"The only trouble with normal it that it just gets worse." |
There are a couple of different lines from Dylan's "It's Alright Ma" I keep getting reminded of, but I didn't feel right about pulling the song apart so...
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. |
i wish i was a headlight on a northbound train,
i'd shine my light in the cool colorado rain. |
But deep down inside, I got a rock 'n' roll heart
"It was 1958 and the cold winds of Long Island blew in from the ocean. Their high pitched howl mixing with the dusty musky mellifluous liquid sounds of rock and roll. The sounds of another life, the sounds of freedom."
lyrics and quote by Lou Reed |
Now that Ellen and I are restarting our diets, I played for dinner guests on our 18th anniversary yesterday the "TOO FAT POLKA" (1942, Ross Mac Lean & Arthur Richardson) from a piece of piano sheet music I received in an odd lot....
"Here's a silly ditty, you can sing it right a-way
Now here is what you say...So sing it while you may.
Here's a silly jingle, you can sing it night or noon.
Here's the words, that's all you need 'cause I just sang the tune:
CHORUS:
Oh! I don't want her, you can have her, she's too fat for me...She's too fat for me...She's too fat for me.
I don't want her, you can have her, please do that for me.
She's too fat, she's too fat...She's too fat for me.
I get diz-zy, I get num-bo, when I'm dan-cing...With my Jum - Jum - Jumb-bo.
I don't want her, you can have her, she's too fat for me...she's too fat for me..she's too fat for me. (repeat)
TRIO:
Can she prance up a hill?...No! No! No! No! No!
Can she dance a quadrille?...No! No! No! No! No!
Does she fit in my coupe? By herself she's a group!
Could she pos-si-bly sit upon my knee? No! No! No! Oh!
2nd chorus verse:
She's a twosome...she's a foursome.
If she'd lose some...I would like her more-some....
(International Copyright secured by Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., for US, Mexico, Cuba (!) and Central America (sic!))
Fortunately it was a group effort, dissolving into laughter.
Yet South Beach he we come...again.
Anybody want the music I'll fax it to ya. Sounds more tin pan alley or screwball than a real polka (thankfuly).
Cheers. Ern |
He stopped loving her today they placed a reef upon his door
Talks about true love that lasts until he dies a great song.. Curly Putman Rocks!!!! |
Easy...."Don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum, I'm just as sane as anyone it's just a game I play for fun"
Supertramp - Crime of the Century. |
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"When you're dreaming, fear life." Dream Song by Ministry from 'The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste' (1989) |
"And then one day you find 10 years have got behind you, no one told you when to run, you'd missed the starting gun." - Way too true |
Song: Are You Listening, Lucky?
Artist: Joe Ely
CD: Live at Liberty Lunch (as well as a few others)
"She fit real tight, just like pair of fifty-dollar shoes." |
Styxtrekr - "I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes, then you'd know what a drag it is to see you..." As soon as I saw the title to this thread this lyric immediately came to mind. Classic Dylan. |
Robert Zimmermans "Positively 4th Street" if for one moment you counld stand inside shoes, you would see what a drag it is to see you, apologize if the quote isnt exact |
"If there´s a bustle in your hedgerow don´t be alarmed now.
It´s just a spring clean for the May-Queen.
Yes there two paths you can go by.
But in the long run.
There´s still time to change the road you´re on." backwards. |
And here's to all the strong ones
Who don't care if they win
The kind I'll never see again
Steve Winwood/Arc of a Diver/Slowdown Sundown |
#1 It's a hard world to get a break in, all the good things have been taken...
#2 I got the house, I got the car, but I ain't got JACK!
#3 I'm not in love, so don't forget it, it's just a silly phase I'm goin' through... And the rest of the 10CC song.
Sonny |
Oops. That's "Hope you treat me kind" |
Well, lots of favorites. How about these?
"My old man, he's like a feudal lord
Got more lives than a cat
neser seen him quarrel with my mother evev once
things come alive or they fall flat"
"It's not always easy kicking someone out
Gotta wait a while -- it can be an unpleasant task
Sometimes sombody wants you to give something up
and tears or not, it's too much to ask."
Both from "Floater (too much to ask)" -- Bob Dylan
And
I got a cravin' love for blazing speed
Got a hopped up Mustang Ford
Jump into the wagon love, throw your panties on the board
I can write you poems, make a strong man lose his mind
I'm a pig without a wig
I hope you trat me kind"
from "High Water", again Bob Dylan |
