Just a line or two that won't leave you alone... No explanation necessary and, probably, no attribution either. -------------------------------- Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes Watching the ships roll in And then I watch 'em roll away again...
I couldn't say where she's coming' from, But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm ... I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb An' applied rotation on her sugar plum Watch out where the huskies go and don't you eat that yellow snow
Honesty is my only excuse try to rob us of it but it's no use steamroller action crushing all victim is your name and you shall fall Is there no standard anymore? what it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong you can't be something you're not be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me
The two I gave from Zappa amuse me. But a bunch of my all time favorites are: And after a while, You can work on points for style, Like the club tie And the firm handshake, A certain look in the eye and an easy smile. -Dogs One bourbon, one scotch, one beer. -GT I'm going away to spain when i get my money saved I'm gonna start tomorrow -Jane Says She started dancin' to that fine fine music, You know her life was saved by Rock 'n' Roll -Rock n Roll, LR Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? -Duh Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls? Got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone -Wall Na, na, na, na na na na, na na na na. okay, that last one was me goofing again, Hey Jude wasn't that good. and I'm drawing a blank on one that I wanted to add.
Come a little bit closer you're my kinda man, so big and so strong. Come a little bit closer I'm all alone and the night is so long.
Not sure what they were going for here (a lot of art, literature + music goes over my head) but I can't get this song out of my head! Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Get down, get down..... Get down, get down..... Get down, get down..... Get down, get down..... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Get down, get down..... Get down, get down..... Get down, get down..... Get down, get down..... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie...... Jungle Boogie......jungle boogie......
Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life If I hadn't have shot poor Delia I'd have had her for my wife Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone I went up to Memphis And I met Delia there Found her in her parlor And I tied to her chair Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone I'm sittin' at a bar on the inside Waitin' for my ride on the outside She stole my heart in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her f**kin' car Crashed that piece of shit and stepped away You know I'll probably get ten years So just give me beers til' they get here Yeah I know the sun is comin' up and ya'll are probably gettin' ready for closin' up But I'm tryin' to dry my soul I'm tired of this life on a dirt road And everything that I love is gone and I'm tired of hangin' on
From two of my favorites--both by the Kinks: ...and there's gas in my tank and I still have a way to go. -The Road. Take a good look around, the misfits are everywhere. -Misfits.
The boat's steaming in Oh, I watch the sidewheel spin and I Think about her when I hear that whistle blow But I can't change my mind Oh, I knew all the time that she'd go But that's a choice I made long ago Listen to the mandolin rain Listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind A sad song drifting low Listen to the tears roll Down my face as she turns to go
Now Casey got to that certain place Old number nine stared him straight in the face He said to fireman " Boy you better jump Cause there's two locomotives and they're bound to bump" Well Mrs. Casey Jones she sat there on the bed She got the telegram that her poor husband was dead She said; "Go to bed children and hush your crying 'Cause you got another papa on the Salt Lake line" Iron birds of fortune Adrift above the skies Cloudy revelations Unseen by naked eyes Flying tools of torment Will penetrate the sphere Erupt the rock of ages Bringing final fear * Instruments of destruction Tools of powerplays It's a violent eruption Existence drips away What it really matter When nothing really counts Grave eternal darkness When drained of every ounce And when the nightmare's over The final from the storm Dust of all creation To ashes we transform One step beyond!
Big John Big John Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip Everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big John Big John Big John Big Bad John Big John Nobody seemed to know where John called home He just drifted into town and stayed all alone He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy If ya spoke at all, ya just said hi to Big John Somebody said he came from New Orleans Where he got in a fight o'er a cajun queen And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand Sent a Lousiana fella to the promised land, Big John Big John Big John Big Bad John Big John Then came the day at the bottom of the mine When a timber cracked and men started cryin' Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast And everybody thought they'd breathed their last, 'cept John Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well Grabbed the saggin' timber and gave out with a groan And like a giant oak tree, just stood there alone, Big John Big John Big John Big Bad John Big John And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove Then a miner yelled out, there's a light up above And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave now there's only one left down there to save, Big John With jacks and timbers they started back down Then came that rumble way down in the ground As smoke and gas belched outta the mine Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John Big John Big John Big Bad John Big John Now, they never re-opened that worthless pit They just placed a marble stand in front of it These few words are written on that stand, At the bottom of this mine lies one Hell of a man, Big John Big John Big John Big Bad John Big John
I dedicate this song to the workin' man For ever' man that puts in a hard Eight or ten hours a day of work and toil and sweat Always got somebody lookin' down his neck Tryin' to get more out of 'im Than he really ought to have to put in. After twenty-nine long years of workin' In this shop with Oney standin' over me ... Today when that old whistle blows I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire ... The superintendent just dropped by and said They'd planned my little get together ... Then he said I'd never a made it If old Oney hadn't held me to the fire. I've seen him in my dreams at night And woke up in the mornin' feelin' tired ... And old Oney don't remember, when I came here How he tried to get me fired ... With his folded hands behind him Every mornin' Oney waited at the gate ... Where he'd rant and rave like I committed murder Clockin' in five minutes late. But today they'll gather 'round me Like I've seen 'em do when any man retires Then old Oney's gonna tell me From now on I'm free to do what I desire ... He'll present me with that little old gold watch They give a man at times like this ... But there's one thing he's not countin' on Today's the day I give old Oney his. I've been workin', buildin' muscles Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft And today about four-thirty I'll make up for every good night's sleep I've lost ... When I'm gone I'll be remembered As the workin' man who put his point across With a right hand full of knuckles 'Cause today I show old Oney who's the boss. Hmmmm! What time is it? Four thirty! Hey, Oney! Oney! Ha ha ha ha!
I swear if anyone quotes Teddy Bear (that's a big 10-4, you got the Teddy Bear) I will take hostages!
I heard the Johnny Cash "Oney" song for the first time on my son's CD. But it's all tease! He never gets to the part where Oney gets his commuppance! Is there an Oney Part 2 or what?
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June And a Kenworth pullin' logs Cab-over Pete with a reefer on And a Jimmy haulin' hogs We's headin' for bear on Eye-one-O 'bout a mile outta Shakeytown I says "Pigpen, this here's Rubber Duck" "And I'm about to put the hammer down" ('cause we got a little ole convoy rockin' thru the night) (Yeah, we got a little ole convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?) (Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way) (We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA) (Convoy) By the time we got into Tulsa-town we had 85 trucks in all But there's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf And them bears 's wall-to-wall Yeah, them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper They even had a bear in the air I says "Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck" "We about to go a-huntin' bear" ('cause we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night) (Yeah, we got a great big convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?) (Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way) (We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA) (Convoy) Well, we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four Like a rocket-sled on rails We tore up all of our swindle sheets And left 'em settin' on the scales By the time we hit that "Chi-town" Them bears was a-gettin smart They brought up some reinforcements From the "Illinois" National Guard There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps 'n' rigs of ev'ry size Yeah, them chicken coops was full of bears And choppers filled the skies Well, we shot the line, we went for broke With a thousand screamin' trucks And eleven long-haired friends of Jesus In a chartreuse microbus Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey Shore Prepared to cross the line I could see the bridge was lined with bears But I didn't have a doggone dime I says "Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck" "We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll" So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight I says "let them truckers roll, ten-four" ('cause we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night) (Yeah, we got a mighty convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?) (Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way) (We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA) (Convoy) I found out long ago (oh oh oh oh oh oh) It's a long way down the holiday road (oh oh oh oh oh oh) Holiday road Holiday road Jack be nimble Jack be quick (oh oh oh oh oh oh) Take a ride on the west coast kick (oh oh oh oh oh oh) Holiday road Holiday road Holiday road Holiday road I found out long ago (oh oh oh oh oh oh) It's a long way down the holiday road (oh oh oh oh oh oh) Holiday road Holiday road Holiday road Holiday road
DAMN YOU! Now I won't get Convoy out of my head all day. Holiday Road reminds me of a naked Beverly De'angelo (in the original R Rated version) and I can live with that I guess.
"Pretty Fly For A Rabbi" Veren zol fun dir a blintsa (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey And all the goyim say I'm pretty fly for a rabbi Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho Our temple's had a fair share of rabbis in the past But most of 'em were nudniks and none of 'em would last But our new guy's real kosher, I think he'll do the trick I tell ya, he's to dies for - he really knows his shtick So how's by you? Have you seen this Jew? Reads the Torah, does his own accounting too Workin' like a dog at the synagogue He's there all day, he's there all day Just say "Vay iz mir!" and he'll kick into gear He'll bring you lots of cheer and maybe bagels with some shmeer Just grab your yarmulka and Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing! (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey And all the goyim say I'm pretty fly (for a rabbi) He shops at discount stores, not just any will sufice He has to find a bargain 'cause he won't pay retail price He never acts meshugga and he's hardly a schlemiel But if you wanna haggle, oy, he'll make you such a deal! People used to scoff, now they say "Mazel tov!" He's such a macher 'cause he worked his tuchis off Yeah, he keeps his cool and teaches shul What's not to like? What's not to like? On high holy days, you know he prays and prays And he never eats pastrami on white breath with mayonnaise Put on your yarmulka and Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing! When he's doing a Bar Mitzvah, now that you shouldn't miss He'll always shlep on down for a wedding or a briss They say he's got a lot of chutzpah, he's really quite hhhhhip The parents pay the moyl and he gets to keep the tip (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey (How ya doin' Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey Meccha leccha hi, meccha meccha cholly ho He's doin' well, I gotta kvell The yentas love him, even shicksas think he's swell Show up at his home, he says "Shalom" And "Have some cake - you want some cake?" Yah, he calls the shots, we really love him lots Oy gevalt, I'm so ferklempt that I could plotz So grab your yarmulka The one you got for Chanukah Let's put on our yarmulkas and Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing!
She kinda breezed into town from New Orleans, And said, "Boys, I'm Big John's Cajun Queen, Now I didn't come here to argue or waste anbody's time, I just came to get my man from your dirty old mine, 'Cause he moves me! Now where you give up's where old Queenie's gonna start, 'Cause I got a powerful love in my heart, So just show me the hole way down in the ground, And tell the whole wide world Big John's been found, And he's livin'!" So down in the mine without a sign of a light, Old Queenie went a-lookin' for John that night, She found him there at the bottom of the pit, And placed a red hot kiss on those cold blue lips! He started breathin'! She waited a minute and then she kissed him again, And old John got the power of a hundred men, Up he come a-clawin' and a-diggin' like a mole, And said, "Come on Queenie, we're gonna leave this hole!" They started walkin'! Now a roar from the crowd greeted this fine pair, As they both walked out in that cool night air, And up for silence went Big John's hand, And the Queen said, "I told you I'd get my man, 'Cause he moves me!" You can find them today, they're down in New Orleans, Big Bad John and his Cajun Queen, They're a little bit wrinkled from the strain of time, But their love's just as strong as that night in the mine, A hundred and ten grandchildren! Now the moral of this story has a real clear omen, Don't you ever underestimate the power of a woman!
Now you're lookin' at a man that's gettin' kind a mad I had lot's of luck but it's all been bad No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world a live. My fishin' pole's broke the creek is full of sand My woman run away with another man No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive. A distant uncle passed away and left me quite a batch And I was livin'g high until that fatal day A lawyer proved I wasn't born I was only hatched. Ev'rything's agin' me and it's got me down If I jumped in the river I would prob'ly drown No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive. These shabby shoes I'm wearin' all the time Are full of holes and nails And brother if I stepped on a worn out dime I bet a nickel I could tell you if it was heads or tails. I'm not gonna worry wrinkles in my brow 'Cause nothin's ever gonna be alright nohow No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive. I could buy a Sunday suit and it would leave me broke If it had two pair of pants I would burn the coat No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive. If it was rainin' gold I wouldn't stand a chance I wouldn't have a pocket in my patched up pants No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out of this world alive. Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door. He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store. Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, So she could never answer "yes" or "no." CHORUS: Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss. Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed. Is it any wonder that his face is red? Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head. He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk. The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk. Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign, Because his heart was made of knotty pine. Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere. His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair. Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, So she could never answer "yes" or "no." And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid, And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed. Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be, And wishes he was still an old pine tree.
Before I let you down again, I just want to see you in your eyes. I wouldn't have taken everything out on you, I only thought you could understand. they say every man goes blind in his heart, and they say everybody steals somebody's heart away. and I got nothing more to say about it nothing more than you would me. send me your flowers of your december, send me your dreams of your candied wine. I've got just one thing I can't give you... just one more thing of mine they say every man goes blind in his heart and they say everybody steals somebody's heart away and I've been wondering why you let me down and I've been taking it all for granted
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