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Follow The Lyric - & The Game Goes On ...
These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is trueAnd these locks cannot be broken,
no, not with one thousand keys
O Jailer, you drag a ball-n-chain you cannot see
You can lay your burden on me
You can lay your burden down on me
You can lay your burden down upon me
But you cannot lay down your memory
Woooo wooo wooo
Woooo wooo wooo
Here I go!
Knockin on Joe!
This square foot of sky will be mine til I die
Knocking on Joe
Woooo wooo wooo
All down the row
Knockin on Joe
(nick cave)
The law of love has ruled again, dear, You said goodbye and went your wayIn chains of sorrow you have bound me, I'm a prisoner of your love today
You said your mind had reached the verdict, You've been the judge right from the start
The sentence that you gave me, darlin', Was a lap of tears and a broken heart
I counted ev'ry star up yonder, I've watched the moon in Heaven so bright
They seem to share the pain you left me, That lingers in my heart tonight
Perhaps some day you'll grant a pardon? Perhaps someday bring back the key?
And open up this lock of love, dear, And let this weary heart go free
(Hank Snow)
The prisoner meets the Muppet hi-fiNorth of Watford junction
We get in but we don't have fun
An' we leave before the truncheons
So it's back to watch the day to day
Saga of working people
Hanging out the washing and clipping coupons
And generally being decent
Johnny too bad meets johnny be good
In the Charing Cross Road
That's the only thing that happened today
Says the west end jungle code
And all the Germans and all the French
Jam themselves down the tube
And re-enact the second world war
While the rude boys get rude!
And I look to my left
And I look to my right
And I'm looking for a man
I'm looking for a sign
I don't want to be the prisoner
The prisoner lives in Camden Town
Selling revolution
The prisoner loads his tracking arm up
With self-disillusion
Your mother does the washing up
Your old man digs the garden
You're only free to dodge the cops
An' bunk the train to stardom
(the clash)
AaahhThe dogs are at the dog track, the punters in the pubs
But spare a thought for my good friend
Whose locked in Wormwood Scrubs
I've never seen him violent, they'll never make him tame
He was only foolin' but they jailed him just the same
Johnny was a good man, I would not tell a lie
Now he's doing bird and had no time to say goodbye
They caught him with fraud books, he really wasn't framed
He was at his mother's funeral but they jailed him just the same
How long Johnny 'til you've done your time?
Will you still be leading a life of crime?
When you get out what will you do?
'Cos if this man makes it there's a job for you
Maybe through his window he can see the sky
Head upon his pillow maybe he will fly
To somewhere safe and sunny and sandy by the sea
Where everything is funny and everyone is free
Even when I think of him I don't know what to say
'Cos he is locked in prison and I can walk away
I hope he don't get bitter, his insides twisted up
I hope it isn't long before he has a run of luck
How long Johnny'til you've done your time?
Will you still be leading a life of crime?
When you get out what will you do?
'Cos if this man makes it there's a job for you
Johnny is a good man, he has his pride
I hope it doesn't break him doing time
And if he can hear this and who can tell
Johnny if you're listening we all wish you well
The dogs are at the dog track, the punters in the pubs
Spare a thought for my good friend
Whose locked in Wormwood Scrubs
I've never seen him violent, they'll never make him take
He was only foolin' but they jailed him just the same
How long Johnny 'til you've done your time?
Will you still be leading a life of crime?
When you get out what will you do?
And if this man makes it there's a job for you
There's a job for you
(Continues whistling till end)
(Terry and Gerry)
Nobody knows, The trouble you feel? ...Nobody cares, The feelin' is real ...
Johnny, We're sorry, Won't you come on home?
We worry, Won't you come on? ...
What is wrong in my life, That I must get drunk every night?
Johnny, We're sorry ...
Use the phone, Call your mom, She's missing you badly, Missing her son
Who do you know? Where will you stay? Big city life, Is not what they say
Johnny, We're sorry, Won't you come on home?
We worry, Won't you come on? ...
What is wrong in my life, That I must get drunk every night?
Johnny, We're sorry ...
You'd better go, Everything's closed, Can't find a room? Money's all blown
Nowhere to sleep, Out in the cold, Nothing to eat, Nowhere to go
Johnny, We're sorry, Won't you come on home?
We worry, Won't you come on? ...
What is wrong in my life, That I must get drunk every night?
Johnny, We're sorry ... Won't you come on home? ...
We worry, Won't you come on home? Johnny, Won't you come on home?
(Fine Young Cannibals)
terry and gerry! wee blast from the.....er.........somewhere!Walking down the road
With an old blade in your hand,
Johnny too bad, that's what they say
Walking down the road
With a blade in your waist,
Johnny too bad, Johnny too bad
Don't you play come faking,
You're looking and mistaking,
Too bad
You're hurrying and you're shooting,
You're losing, told you,
You're too bad
Just one of these days,
You're going to make your woman cry:
Ooh, Johnny too bad
One of these days,
You're going to make your woman cry,
Cause Johnny, you're so bad,
That's what they tell me about you
With you looking and sticking
Switchblade a-picking,
Too bad
Oh I told you, yes you did it,
Don't you, I told you, too bad
That's what they say about you
(the slickers)
Now they lay his body downSad old men who run this town
I still recall the way he led the charge and saved the day
Blue blood and rain, I can hear the bugle playin'
We seen the last of Good King Richard
Ring out the past, his name lives on
Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher
Raise up your glass to Good King John
While he plundered far and wide
All his starving children cried
And though we sang his fame
We all went hungry just the same
He meant to shine to the end of the line
We seen the last of Good King Richard
Ring out the past, his name lives on
Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher
Raise up your glass to Good King John
(Steely Dan)
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish RowSmuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair
Well, they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
Tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
Banging on the table with an old tin cup
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
Never kiss a Gun Street girl again
I'll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
(tom waits)
If I had a cinder blockFor every lie I told
I could have built us a house
As fine as any city block
To keep us out of the cold
Cuz the winter's long
And longer in a shitty town
Where the gas cans rusting down the street
And the cherry trees;
And every boom box playing loud
We sing along
We sing till dawn
It's just one more American song
John was a quiet boy in school
Johnny had the fiery red hair
He went in the army
Like a lot of them do
And he got fucked up over there
You see him now
He push a shopping cart in the parking lot
If you call him he don't hear a thing
Call him John the priest,
John the King of bottle tops
Priest or Pawn
His war’s still on
It's just one more American Song
There's a place I heard about once
A place called Union Street
A place on high
A place where we could all be one
It sounded pretty good to me
Ain't no gasoline
Gonna take us back that way again
When the years have rusted out our fenders
When our jeans were torn
And we were all the best of friends
And the music sewed us together
I can hear that band
They are near at hand
I really hope it's not the wind again
Don't be long boys
Something's gone
One more American song
Don't be long boys
I'm hanging on
One more American song
It's been too long boys
Somethings gone
One more American song
(The Duke and The King)
Do you like American music I like American music
Don't you like American music baby
I want you to hold me
I want your arms around me
I want you to hold me baby
Did you do too many drugs
I did too many drugs
Did you do too many drugs too baby
You were born too late
I was born too soon
But every time I look at that ugly moon
It reminds me of you
It reminds me of you ooh ooh ooh
I need a date to the prom
Would you like to come along
But nobody would go to the prom with me baby
They didn't like American music
They never heard American music
They didn't know the music was in my soul baby
You were born too soon
I was born too late
But every time I look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like American music
We like American music
I like American music baby
Do you like American music
We like all kinds of music
But I like American music best
Baby you were born too late
And I was born too late
But every time I look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like American music
(violent femmes)
Well, a U.S. soldier boy on leave in West-BerlinNo music there that rocks, just a thousand violins
They wanna hear some American music, American music
They wanna hear that sound right from the U.S.A.
Well, it can be sweet and lovely, it can be hard and mean
One thing's for sure, it's always on the beam
They wanna hear some American music, American music
They wanna hear that sound right from the U.S.A.
It's a howl from the desert, a scream from the slums
The Mississippi rollin' to the beat of the drums
They wanna hear some American music, American music
They wanna hear that sound right from the U.S.A.
We got the Louisiana boogie and the delta blues
We got country, swing and rockabilly, too
We got jazz, country-western and Chicago blues
It's the greatest music that you ever knew
It's American music, it's American music, it's American music
It's the greatest sound right from the U.S.A.
Well, a US soldier boy has to stop right in his tracks
When he hears that crazy beat, he turns and doubles back
Because they're playing American music, American music
The whole world digs that sound from the U.S.A.
(The Blasters/Dave Alvin).
Jumpin' with my boy Sid in the cityJumpin' with my boy Sid in the city
Mr. President of the DJ committee
We're gonna be up all night getting with it
Want you to spin the sounds that are with it
From down in the land that is really, really pretty
Make everything go real crazy over Jersey
Make everything go real crazy over Jersey
Make everything cool for me and my baby
We don't wanna think we're listening lazy
Gotta be Pressburg cheerin' all the Basie
The dial is set right through for eight-zerp
Let it roll
If you tune in to your radio you hear Moreno clear
Spinnin' your favourite tracks
Johnny Griffin's tenor sax
And all around Manhattan all the cats are jumpin'
With Symphony Sid
So tighten your wig, come out in the boon, dig
He's Symphony Sid
He's got the power to make you swing
He's the King, ding dong ding
Ain't a-callin' him down or in a square
Really doesn't matter where, Jack!
Just as long as you are there
'Cause we said he's on the air
You hear the sweetest sounds that you have ever heard
And I mean to say it's the grooviest way to get down
Every single name
Classic Jazz they taught him
Spinnin' till the morning light
And it feels alright
When you listen to the Bird you will flip
Charlie Parker spread the word
All the way up from Kansas City
Groovy as he could be
What a pleasure, tuning into Sydney
Let it roll
Let it roll
Jumpin' with my boy Sid in the city
Jumpin' with my boy Sid in the city
Mr. President of the DJ committee
We're gonna be up all night gettin' with it
We want you to spin the sounds that are with it
From down in the land that is real, real pretty
Make everything go real crazy over Jersey
Make everything go real crazy over Jersey
Gotta be cool for me n' my baby
We don't wanna think we're listenin' lazy
It's gotta be Pressburg cheerin' all the Basie
That's all for now, tune in tomorrow night
Bye!
(Georgie Fame and Co. from Van Morrison's A Night In San Francisco)
Do you remember, remember the days? Life was easy, we felt no painDo you remember, remember the time? ...
Love was passion and there were no crimes, but ...
Eyes grow weak and skin gets tight, I know we gotta walk that mile
Eyes grow weak and skin gets tight, I know we gotta walk that mile
Oh, can we go walkin' together, Through the streets of Amsterdam
Stop for a coffee, it was stone cold, Never mind, we could just let it roll
Let it roll, let it roll, We could just let it roll, Let it roll, let it roll
You could be Yoko and I could be John, yeah
We'll stay in bed and they'll ban the bomb, ohhh
Our clutching hands, dodging bikes and trams, I wanna see you in a neon glass
Eyes grow weak and skin gets tight, I know we gotta walk that mile
Eyes grow weak and skin gets tight, I know we gotta walk that mile
Ohhh, can we go walkin' together? Through the streets of Amsterdam
Stop for a coffee, it was stone cold, Never mind, we could just let it roll
Let it roll, let it roll, We could just let it roll, Let it roll, let it roll
Tryin' means nothin' at all, Tryin' means nothin' at all
Means nothin' at all, Means nothin' at all
Oh, can we go walkin' together? Through the streets of Amsterdam
Stop for a coffee, it was stone cold, Never mind, we could just let it roll
Let it roll, let it roll, We could just let it roll ...
Can we go walkin' together? Through the streets of Amsterdam
Stop for a coffee, it was stone cold, Never mind, we could just let it roll ...
(Richard Ashcroft)
In the port of AmsterdamThere's a sailor who sings
Of the dreams that he brings
From the wide open sea
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
In a drunken down fight
And in the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a muggy hot morn'
By the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam
Where the sailors all meet
There's a sailor who eats
Only fishheads and tails
He will show you his teeth
That have rotted too soon
That can swallow the moon
That can haul up the sails
And he yells to the cook
With his arms open wide
Bring me more fish
Set it down by my side
Then he wants so to belch
But he's too full to try
So he gets up and laughs
And he zips up his fly
In the port of Amsterdam
You can see sailors dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding women to paunch
They've forgotten the tune
That their whiskey voice croaks
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh and they lust
Till the rancid sound
Of the accordion bursts
Then out to the night
With their pride in their pants
With the slut that they tow
Underneath the street lamps
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who drinks
And he drinks and he drinks
And he drinks once again
He drinks to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
Who have promised their love
To a thousand other men
They've bargained their bodies
And their virtue long gone
For a few dirty coins
And when he can't go on
He plants his nose in the sky
And he wipes it up above
And he pisses like I cry
For an unfaithful love
(Scott Walker)
And possibly the prequel? ;o> ...The night the kid left Amsterdam, The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam, The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam, The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam, The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam, The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam, The night the kid left Amsterdam
There was ladies around the casket, There was whores lying on the bed
There was some of them in silks and satins, There were some of them dressed in red
There were some moving in colours bright, And there were two little children there too
The wind had changed all concerned, And left this violent blue
The night the kid left Amsterdam, There was nobody who could understand why
The night the kid left Amsterdam, There was nobody who could understand why
Sweet sailor, sail through, Stay safe, runs true
Sweet sailor, steer clear, There's nothing but trouble 'round there
There was Mad Jack raving, And little tiny long-haired Hugh
All the hustling boys, Are just admiring the view
I swear I was crying, And I know that you would have been too
The wind had changed everyone concerned, It just left this violent blue
The night the kid left Amsterdam, There was nobody who could understand why
The night the kid left Amsterdam, There was nobody who could understand why
Sweet sailor, steer through, Stay safe, runs true
Sweet sailor, steer clear, Nothing but trouble round here
The last time that I saw him, He was looking fresh, feeling fine
I’d have known if my boy was drowning, I’d have thrown that kid a line
You never find me looking around the city no more, like I did before
All that love lying wasted, just scattered across the floor
The night the kid left Amsterdam, The night the kid left Amsterdam
There was nobody who could understand why, The night the kid left Amsterdam
Nobody could understand why, The night the kid left Amsterdam
The night the kid left Amsterdam, The night the kid left Amsterdam
(John Martyn)
A mouse lived in a windmill in old AmsterdamA windmill with a mouse in and he wasn't grousin'
He sang every morning, „How lucky I am
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!“
I saw a mouse!
(Where?)
There on the stair!
(Where on the stair?)
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah!
This mouse he got lonesome, he took him a wife
A windmill with mice in, it's hardly surprisin'
She sang every morning, „How lucky I am
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!“
I saw a mouse!
(Where?)
There on the stair!
(Where on the stair?)
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah!
First they had triplets and then they had quins
A windmill with quins in, and triplets and twins in
They sang every morning: „How lucky we are
Living in a windmill in Amsterdam, ya!“
(ronnie hilton)
I mean this is the nicest possible way, but when I saw that you two had posted, then saw the songs, I made an assumption about who had posted what which was entirely the wrong way round :)
You know what, nocheese? - it had me confused and bemused as well! ;o>
suzysunshine7 wrote: "You know what, nocheese? - it had me confused and bemused as well! ;o>":-D
never underestimate the depths i'll go to for a connection!
Channel your inner suzy side for too long and you'll go Brazil Nuts! ;o> ...Just the pattern of sunlight on a building, Just a flash in a window I was passing
Just a frame in a movie I remember ... Amsterdam
Just the sound of a wheel in the gravel, Just the click of a heel on the pavement
Just a moment like any other moment ... Amsterdam
I remember your lips, I remember your eyes
And the taste of your kiss, and your graceful goodbye
You lied ... Goodbye
Just the scent of perfume on the linen, Just a print of a palm on the pillow
Just the hint of the moon through the window ... Amsterdam
Just a ghost in the steam on the mirror, Just a shadow of motion in the water
Just a need to look over my shoulder ... Amsterdam
I remember your lips, I remember your eyes
And the taste of your kiss, and your graceful goodbye
You lied ... Goodbye
Just two lovers asleep in the silence as I walk from the door
Just the weight of a heart as it's falling, nothing more ...
I remember your lips, I remember your eyes
And the taste of the kiss, and your graceful goodbye
You lied ... Goodbye ... Goodbye, Goodbye ... Goodbye, Goodbye
(Joan Baez)
I'll leave Maxie for another poster.....We argued on the channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain
We split up for a while in Barcelona
We met up six days later in Madrid
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us
And for a little while it almost did
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
And I’m trying hard to forget your name
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of Cerveza
And every fucking city feels the same
You said to call you when I got to London
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny
So we ended up drinking in Soho
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
And once I thought I saw you from afar
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
And they're playing La Vida Loca once again
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here
And every fucking city sounds the same
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam
An email from you said you'd gone to Rome
For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm
And the waiter here wants me to know his name
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages
But every fucking city looks the same
Arrivederci, au revoir, auf wiedersehen, hasta la vista baby
Yeah, every fucking city's just the same
(Paul Kelly)
maxie's wack, maaaaan!Think I'll move to Paris/Give my pain a parting shot/Maybe meet a French girl/Maybe not. I travelled through the snowstorm/On a one horse lonesome sleigh/The snow was like a razor/Cut my mind away. I hear a wasted violin/playing in a dark café/It says your journey's over/it's time to sail away
jackie leven.david thomas
Some people remember the first timeSome can't forget the last
Some just select what they want to from the past
It's a song that you danced to in high school
It's a moon you tried to bring down
On a four-in-the-morning drive through the streets of town
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
It's a photograph taken in Paris, at the end of the honeymoon
In 1948, late in the month of June
Your parents smile for the camera in sienna shades of light
Now you're older than they were then that summer night
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
It's a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused
It's a loss you never get over the first time you lose
And tonight I am thinking of someone, seventeen years ago
We rode in his daddy's car down the river road
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
Come on come on, it's getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand
Come on come on
(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
This is the last time, That I will say these wordsI remember the first time, The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner, Or hide it under the bed
Say these things they go away, But they never do
Something I wasn't sure of? ... But I was in the middle of? ...
Something I forget now? ... But I've seen too little of ...
The last time, You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line, You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything right, You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no, I don't mind
This is the last time, That I will show my face
One last tender lie and, Then I'm out of this place
So tread it into the carpet, Or hide it under the stairs
Just say that some things never die, Well, I tried and I tried
Something I wasn't sure of? ... But I was in the middle of? ...
Something I forget now? ... But I've seen too little of ...
The last time, You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line, You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything right, You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no, I don't mind
The last time, You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line, You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything right, You fall on me for anything you like
And I, no, I don't mind
(Keane)
Where I come from the wind is always blowin'Where you come from it rains most every day
I'm sorry that you're sad to see me goin'
Sad to say I'm goin' anyway
I said goodbye to you a hundred times, girl
A hundred times you said goodbye to me
The moon and the waves are beautiful
Here on the Andaman sea
You and I we dug up lots of treasure
You and I we dug up lots of stones
It's not an easy thing to measure
It's just something that I feel in my bones
I said goodbye to you a hundred times girl
A hundred times you said goodbye to me
The moon and the waves are beautiful
Here on the Andaman sea
We left a lot of miles behind us
You and I we travelled rather well
The deepest blues, finally now they find us
No matter all the beauty we beheld
One last time, just to know we did it
Come out on the sand and dance with me
The moon and the waves are beautiful
Here on the Andaman Sea
(Kevin Welch)
Our first stop is in Bogota to check Colombian fields.The natives smile and pass aloft a sample of their yield.
Sweet Jamaican pipe-dreams, golden Acapulco nights,
Then Morocco and the east: fly by morning light.
We're on the train to Bangkok, aboard the Thailand Express.
We'll hit the stops along the way. We only stop for the best.
Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon, we burn the midnight oil.
The fragrance of Afghanistan rewards a long day's toil.
Pulling in to Kathmandu the smoke-rings fill the air,
Perfumed by a Nepal night: the Express gets you there.
We're on the train to Bangkok, aboard the Thailand Express.
We'll hit the stops along the way. We only stop for the best.
(Rush)
Biddy biddy bong bong...Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the
top (?)
One by one, load up de van, all of-a ganja it ram
Put it on a plane, the weed gaan a Spain
Money jus' a pour like rain
Me jus' a mogel up the lane in a rolled gold chain
Me an me girl name Jane
Bang bang biddy bong bong...
Dung dere in the ghetto I go, where sufferation I once know, ey
Mummy an daddy, all a' we so poor, we all had to sleep on the
floor
Storm it come and it blow dung me door, me ha fi nail up me
window
Me shoes tear up, me toe just a show, me nuh know a where fi
really wan' go
Mummy jus' a bawl "poor, poor, poor", me cry, she seh "son cry
no more"
Bang bang biddy bong bong
(eek a mouse)
If I were a rich man, Daidle deedle daidle, Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumbAll day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum, If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard, Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich, Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would be one long staircase just going up
And one even longer coming down
And one more leading nowhere, just for show!
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese
And ducks for the town to see and hear, Squawking just as noisily as they can
And each loud, "pa-pa-geeee! pa-pa-gaack! pa-pa-geeee! pa-pa-gaack!"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear
As if to say, "Here lives a wealthy man" ... Oy!
If I were a rich man, Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum, If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard, Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich, Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I see my wife, my Golde, Looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double chin
Supervising meals to her heart's delight
I see her putting on airs, And strutting like a peacock
Oy! What a happy mood she's in!
Screaming at the servants day and night
The most important men in town will come to fawn on me
They will ask me to advise them, Like a Solomon the Wise
"If you please, Reb Tevye?" ... "Pardon me, Reb Tevye?" ...
Posing problems that would cross a Rabbi's eyes
Ya va voy, ya va voy voy vum
And it won't make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong?
When you're rich they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the Synagogue and pray, And maybe have a seat by the Eastern Wall
And I'd discuss the learned books with the Holy Men
Seven hours every day
That would be the sweetest thing of all ... Oy!
If I were a rich man, Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
All day long I'd biddy-biddy-bum, If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard, Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
Lord who made the lion and the lamb ...
You decreed I should be what I am ...
Would it spoil some vast, eternal plan? ... If I were a wealthy man?!!
(Topol)
Give ohohohohoho, yeah the brain foodGive ohohohohoho, yeah the lambsbread
It's been a long, long time
It's been a long, long time
That I man a burn up my lambsbread
And from I man a burn up my lambsbread
I never check to do no one no wrong
But everywhere I go, I-man hear dem say
It could make you do this
It could make you do that
But I-man a tell dem
A dis ya one ya, make you do no one no wrong
No, dis ya one ya, make you do no one no wrong
Tell you, oh no
I am telling you, each and every one
Dis ya one ya
When I-man burn up I-lambsbread
I-man feeling Irie
I-man feeling nice
I-man feeling all right
And I no do no one no wrong, no
And I no do no one no wrong
Tell you, oh no
(sylford walker)
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!Ohhh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long
He pecks a few holes in a tree to see
If a Redwood's really red
And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim
To peck a few holes in your head
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
Ohhh, that's the Woody Woodpecker's tune
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
Makes the other Woodpeckers swoon
Though it doesn't make sense to the dull and the dense
All of the lady Woodpeckers long for ...
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
That's the Woody Woodpecker song
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
Woody Woodpecker's serenade
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
On the Woodpecker Hit Parade
Though he can't sing a note, there's a Frog in his throat
All his top notes come out blurred
He's the ladies' first choice, with a laugh in his voice
He gives all his rivals the bird
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
He'll be settlin' down some day
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
He'll be hearin' the Preacher say ...
For the rest of your life you'll be Woody and wife
And the choir will sing along with ...
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
The Woody Woodpecker song
(Mel Blanc)
Oh, the Tomahawk Kid,Do you know what he did
On a cave on Treasure Island?
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Didn't know where to find him.
When we set sail across the seven seas,
There was Captain Dan, Billy Bones, and me...
and the Tomahawk Kid.
Full fathom five, the Kid is alive!
And the crew was climbin' up the rigging,
Washed on land, on the silver sand,
We got no time for digging!
When we set sail across the seven seas,
There was Captain Dan, Billy Bones, and me...
and the Tomahawk Kid.
Yo Ho Ho,
Yo Ho Ho,
Yo Ho Ho,
Let me hold my captain,
And I'll hold your hairy hand,
Let's forget the treasure,
We can skip across the sand!
The Tomahawk Kid, you know what he did,
He hung his head in sorrow.
No treasure chest, he did his best,
He gonna come back tomorrow.
When we set sail across the seven seas,
There was Captain Dan, Billy Bones, and me...
and the Tomahawk Kid.
(s.a.h.b.)
This is the voice of sandThe sailors understand
There is far more sea than sand
There is far more sea than land
Yo ho yo ho yo ho (ho)
(Pere Ubu)
What do you do with a drunken sailorWho do you see in Caligari's mirror
How do you like those pranksters' cheats so early in the morning
Hey, hey, boozie sailors
Missed the boat
What to do
Hey, hey, boozie sailors
Missed the boat
What to do
Hey, hey, woozie sailors
What a mess
Tie 'em down
Walked around
Took a bus
Took a bus
Walked around
Took a bus
Walked around
Walked around
Took a bus
(also pere ubu)
I'm on my way from misery to happiness today, aha-aha, aha-ahaI'm on my way from misery to happiness today, aha-aha, aha-aha
I'm on my way to what I want from this world
And years from now you'll make it to the next world
And everything that you receive up yonder
Is what you gave to me the day I wandered
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday, aha-aha, aha-aha
I took a right, I took a right turning yesterday, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I took the road that brought me to your home town
I took the bus to streets that I could walk down
I walked the streets to find the one I'd looked for
I climbed the stair that led me to your front door
And now that I don't want for anything, Oooh
I'd have Al Jolson sing I'm sitting on top of the world
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can, aha-aha, aha-aha
I'll do my best, I'll do my best to do the best I can
To keep my feet, from jumping from the ground, dear
To keep my heart, from jumping through my mouth, dear
To keep the past, the past and not the present
To try and learn when you teach me a lesson
And now that I don't want for anything, Oooh
I'd have Al Jolson sing I'm sitting on top of the world
(The Proclaimers) ... ;o>
Take me out tonight Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their
Home, and I'm welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
(smiths)
I'm driving in my carI turn on the radio
I'm pulling you close
You just say no
You say you don't like it
But girl I know you're a liar
'Cause when we kiss
Ooh, fire
But late at night
I'm takin' you home
I say I wanna stay
You say you wanna be alone
You say you don't love me
But you can't hide your desire
When we kiss
Ooh, fire
You had a hold on me
Right from the start
A grip so tight
I couldn't tear it apart
My nerves all jumpin'
Actin' like a fool
Well your kisses they burn
But your heart stays cool
Romeo and Juliet
Samson and Delilah
You can bet
Their love they didn't deny
Your words say split
But your words they lie
When we kiss
Mmh, fire
Fire
You had a hold on me
Right from the start
A grip so tight
I couldn't tear it apart
My nerves all jumpin'
Actin' like a fool
Well your kisses they burn
But your heart stays cool
Romeo and Juliet
Samson and Delilah
You can bet
Their love they didn't deny
Your words say split
But your words they lie
When we kiss
Mmh, fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
Fire
(The Boss)
You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhereMaybe we make a deal? Maybe together we can get somewhere?
Anyplace is better, Starting from zero, got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something? Me, myself, I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car, I got a plan to get us out of here
Been working at the convenience store, Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won't have to drive too far? Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs, And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man's got a problem, He live with the bottle, that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working, His body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him, She wanted more from life than he could give
I said, "somebody's got to take care of him", So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car, Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We gotta make a decision ... Leave tonight or live and die this way
So remember when we were driving, driving in your car?
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us, And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car, We go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job, I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better, You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter, Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs
So remember when we were driving, driving in your car?
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us, And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car, I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar, See more of your friends than you do your kids
I'd always hoped for better, Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans, I ain't going nowhere, So take your fast car and keep on driving
So remember when we were driving, driving in your car?
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us, And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car, But is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision ... Leave tonight or live and die this way
(Tracy Chapman)
They're nice and precise, each one begins and ends.They may win you admirers, but they'll never earn you friends.
Fast cars. Fast cars.
Fast cars. I hate fast cars!
They're so depressing, going around and around.
Ooh, they make me dizzy, oh fast cars they run me down.
Fast cars. Fast cars.
Fast cars. I hate fast cars!
Sooner or later, you're gonna listen to Ralph Nader.
I don't wanna cause a fuss, but fast cars are so dangerous.
Fast cars. Fast cars.
Fast cars. I hate fast cars!
(Buzzcocks)
Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Money ...Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Fancy things ...
The touch of a hand in the wasteland, You're walking asleep and dreaming cheap
A bird's wing don't beat for free, You're freezing cold and your family
Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Money ...
Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Fancy things ...
Fingers on fire to do what's bad, Ring on the finger is a skullman
Strong as a bar of steel, Weakness is that you can't feel
Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Money ...
Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Fancy things ...
My life is dirtied, my mind is loaded, I'm feeling and breathing and fighting to see
People get ready now, Baby, come on give your heart to me
Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Money ...
Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Fancy things ...
Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Money ...
Skull rings ... Fast cars ... Hot chicks ... Fancy things ... Skull Rings
(Iggy Pop & The Stooges)
My pappy said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin' ...If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!'
Well, you've heard the story of the hot rod race,
When the Ford and the Mercury were settin' the pace.
That story's true I'm here to say,
Cause I was a'drivin' that Model A.
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up;
That Model A body makes it look like a pup.
It's got 12 cylinders and uses them all;
And an overdrive that just won't stall.
It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts,
4:11 gears that really get lost -
Safety tubes and I'm not scared,
The brakes are good and the tires are fair.
We left San Pedro late one night;
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright.
We were drivin' up Grapevine Hill,
Passin' cars like they were standin' still.
Then, all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye,
a Cadillac sedan passed us by.
The remark was made, "That's the car for me."
But, by then, the taillights wuz all you could see.
Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind,
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and, man alive,
I shoved it down into overdrive.
Well, I wound it up to 110;
Twisted the speedometer cable right off the end.
Had my foot glued right to the floor;
I said, "That's all there is - there ain't no more."
Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense;
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
The lines on the road just looked like dots.
Went around a corner and passed a truck;
I crossed my fingers just for luck -
The fenders clickin' the guard rail post;
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.
Smoke was rollin' outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas.
There were flames comin' from out of the side;
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by.
All of a sudden a rod started knockin';
Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin';
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.
Well they arrested me and put me in jail.
I called my pop to make my bail.
He said, "Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin',
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!"
by many - I like Bill Kirchen's version
Take your foot off the brakesBut you won't stop my souped-up Ford.
Well, you can set your watch 'cos I won't stop:
I've got my foot to the floor.
This greedy jeep don't need no sleep,
Eats all the gas that you can pour.
It's a front-wheel drive and it sound like a bee-hive.
Good Lord, that's for sure.
I'm blowing town, not breaking down.
Can't you hear that sound, those wheels on the ground?
I'm on my way and I can't stay.
Make no mistake, I'm pulling out today.
Hit that spot on the dial and wait for a while
Till those tubes are all aglow.
Got to be nice to the wheel, you need nerves of steel
But you know that it's no joke.
Well, I guess you'll feel higher
On those pneumatic tires
'Cos they sure grip the road.
Keep that engine clean, feed it good gasoline.
Good Lord, that's for sure.
I'm blowing town, I won't be breaking down.
I'm moving down, hear those wheels on the ground.
I'm on my way, I sure can't stay.
Make no mistake, I'm leaving this town today.
No highway cop's gonna make me stop
What I've started.
'Cos I won't be free till I get up
And go where my heart is.
You know what it takes to try
To catch up to my souped-up Ford.
Well, make no mistake by applying the brakes
When I say "All aboard".
Well, you can roll up the sidewalk
And end all the small talk
When I shift them gears.
'Cos I won't be back till I head down the track
A thousand miles from here.
(Rory Gallagher)
You know I need itTo ride in your car
I know it's dangerous
You're going too far
I'm always with you
Wherever you go
This is a sensual
The way you drive is just sensational
I hate to love you
Love you all the same
You know baby
Driving is a serious game
You gonna get me a heart attack
Stop it, hold it
Hold it back
I know it's dangerous
You're going too far
I'm always with you wherever you go
You know I need it
To ride in your car
I'm always with you
Wherever you go
(yello)
I was staring at my face in the mirrored sunglasses Set on six foot five of Texas Ranger
He hollered,"Turn down your radio son!"
I stuttered," Officer, wha-what have I done?"
"You were doing better than a hundred and one.
Why ya driving like the devil's on your tail?"
I started pleading my case and getting no sympathy
I said,"I'm in the Feat, I'm travelling from town to town
Don't you know my face, I'm on the radio most all the time
And I didn't realise I had the hammer down
So please don't haul me of to jail."
"When the Feats are on the box, the speed just slips my mind
I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time."
The Ranger laughed and said, as he looked me in the eye
"Son, those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes
I was on my way to Puerto Rico, on a twenty four city run
They promised me the world and that's what I got
'Cause Texas is a world all of its own
It takes a lifetime to drive from Eastland to Van Horn
He said,"Didn't you hear my siren whine?
I been chasing you since the Jim Hogg county line."
I was thinking real hard about tendering my notice
But the bills came in and piled up to my chin
Paul called and said, "We're on our way to Rome
And this tour's gonna save your happy home."
Now we're going to
London, Liverpool, Italy, Paris, Egypt, Dublin, 'Frisco, Waco
Athens, Gouldblusk, Troy and Miami, Moody, Beaumont,
Edinburgh, Lubbock, Pecos, Deadwood, Fife, Del Rio
Houston, Austin, all around Dallas
Texas is a world all of its own
N'if you let me off this time, from now on I'll keep in mind
That those Feat'll steer you wrong sometimes
When the Feats are on the box, the speed just slips my mind
I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time
But the Ranger said to me as he handed me the fine
"Son, those Feat done steered ya wrong this time!"
Those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes
(Little Feat)
Did someone call my name? Like a distant drum is beatingOr is it just another dream along of long ago?
I dance again, I am spinning, In the light I am living
And I can feel the power rushing through my veins
Once upon a time I could do no wrong, For the candle flickers, the flame is never gone
To my brilliant feat, They all pay heed, I hear the crowds roar ohhh so loudly
Is it a game of chance? Or merely circumstances?
A jack to a king and back, Then you have to pay to play
The world it won't wait for you, It's got its own things to do
The sun's gotta rise and drive another night away
And as I listen to the silence, I can hear thunder in the distance
To my brilliant feat, They all pay heed, I hear the crowds roar ohhh so loudly
To my brilliant feat, I make grown men weep, And still my eyes grow ohhh so cloudy
(Colin Hay)
I have been called a down Yes, you may write that down
And for a little money
I am extremely funny
I play before the audience
I make them laugh and shout
And when they've laughed for quite a while
The doorman lets them out
You ask me how I do my act
This is my reply
I climb upon a ladder
And announce that I will fly
(Kevin Ayers)
Tonight we flyOver the houses, The streets and the trees
Over the dogs down below, They'll bark at our shadows
As we float by on the breeze
Tonight we fly
Over the chimney tops, Skylights and slates -
Looking into all your lives, And wondering why
Happiness is so hard to find?
Over the doctor, over the soldier, Over the farmer, over the poacher
Over the preacher, over the gambler, Over the teacher, over the rambler
Over the lawyer, over the dancer, Over the voyeur, over the builder and the destroyer
Over the hills and far away
Tonight we fly
Over the mountains, The beach and the sea
Over the friends that we've known, And those that we now know
And those who we've yet to meet
And when we die
Ohhh, will we be, That disappointed or sad?
If Heaven doesn't exist, What will we have missed?
This life is the best we've ever had
(The Divine Comedy)
Hello Mr. Big ShotSay, you're looking smart
I've had a tiring day
I took the kids along to the park
You've become a stranger
Every night with the boys
Got a new suit
That old smile's come back
And I kiss the children good night
And I slip away on the newly waxed floor
I've become a giant
I fill every street
I dwarf the rooftops
I hunchback the moon
Stars dance at my feet
Leave it all behind me
Screaming kids on my knee
And the telly swallowing me
And the neighbor shouting next door
And the subway trembling the roller-skate floor
I seek the buildings blazing with moonlight
In Channing Way
Their very eyes seem to suck you in with their laughter
They seem to say
You're all right now
So stop a while behind our smile
In Channing Way
Oh to die of kisses
Ecstasies and charms
Pavements of poets will write that I died
In nine angel's arms
And they all were smiling
Still seductive as sin in their eyes
The man I had been
No more hard luck stories to wear
Nothing left to give
Why the hell should I care
Ann knows my smile and buries my shadow
In Channing Way
And with her cellophane sighs
Corrina the candle
Begs me to stay
You're all right now
So stop a while behind our smile
In Channing Way
(scott walker)
All the pictures on the wall, Serve only to remind you of it allThe wasted days we could have lived, Oooh, now we're left with nothing left to give
There was a time I really loved you, But when that was I just can't say?
As all the memories merge into one, As each day becomes each day
The clock hands ticking on the wall, Are just reminders of it all
The wasted days we could have lived, woahhh, now we're left with nothing left to give
Nothing left to give
We used to meet each others' eyes, And that's all we'd have to say
Now we don't talk that much at all, The further our eyes seem to stray
All the pictures on the wall, Serve only to remind you of it all
The wasted days we could have lived, Ohhh, now we're left with nothing left to give
And in a funny kind of way, This empty room was full one day
Full of love that we once shared, now it all looks so bare
The silent walls whose cracks I feel, But is there room to let the hatred heal?
The clock hands ticking on the wall, Are just reminders of it all
The wasted days we could have lived, Now we're left with nothing left to give
Ohhh nothing left to give
(Paul Weller)
Woah, woah, woah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Although I love you so
Oh you don't know
You don't know just how I feel
For my love I daren't reveal
I am so, I'm so afraid
You might not care
Every time you pass me by
Oh you don't know, you don't know
What I go through
Seeing someone else with you
Oh I wish the one with you, were me
But you don't know
I would tell you, if I believed
That you might care some day
But until then I'll never give this away
So a secret it must stay
And you don't know, you don't know
How hard to bear
Is this one way love affair
For it breaks my heart to be in love
When you don't know
Woah, woah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
(Helen Shapiro)