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Follow The Lyric - & The Game Goes On ...
Oh, the glory of true loveIs a wild and precious thing
It don't grow on old magnolias
Or only blossom in the spring
No, the glory of true love
Is it will last your whole life through
Never will go out of fashion
Always will look good on you
You can climb the highest mountain
Touch the moon and stars above
But Old Faithful's just a fountain
Compared to the glory of true love
Long before I met you darlin'
Lord, I thought I had it all
I could have my lunch in London
And my dinner in St. Paul
I got some friends in Albuquerque
Where the governor calls me "Gov"
You can give 'em all to Goodwill
For the glory of true love
Glory glory glory glory
You can't never get enough
Time alone will tell the story
Of the glory of true love
Glory glory glory glory
You can't never get enough
Time alone will tell the story
Of the glory of true love
John Prine
You've got to give a little, take a little,and let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
You've got to laugh a little, cry a little,
until the clouds roll by a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
As long as there's the two of us,
we've got the world and all it's charms.
And when the world is through with us,
we've got each other's arms.
You've got to win a little, lose a little,
yes, and always have the blues a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
Songwriter: Billy Hill
So we waved our hands as we marched alongAnd the people smiled as we sang our song
And the world was saved as they listened to the band
And the Banner-Man held the banner high
He was ten feet tall and he touched the sky
And I wish that I could be a Banner-Man
Glory, glory, glory
Listen to the band
Sing the same old story
Ain't it something grand?
To be good as you can
Like a Banner-Man
And the drums went, boom as the cornets play
And the tuba, "Umba "D", all the way
And the kids and the dogs were laughing as they ran
And the Banner-Man held the banner high
With an Allelujah in his eye
And I wish that I could be a Banner-Man
Glory, glory, glory
So we reached the square, on the top of the hill
And the music stopped and we stood still
And a few were saved and the people said Amen
Then we all got up and we formed a queue
And the drums went, bang as the trumpets blew
And we marched back down into the town again
(Blue Mink)
Oh, the grand old Duke of York,He had ten thousand men,
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up they were up.
And when they were down they were down.
And when they were only half way up,
They were neither up nor down.
Traditional
Marching from the backstreet echos off the wallsMarching from the jackboots ringing down the halls
Never again, never again, do I want to hear the sound
The sound of marching men
The sound of marching men
Feel a sense of danger see the panic in their eyes
People getting restless ‘cos there’s evil on the rise
Never again, never again, do I want to hear the sound
The sound of marching men
The sound of marching men
Ignoring things won’t make them go away
Acting now will be the only way
So make yourself heard, don’t turn your back
Or soon you’ll the be one under attack
Slogans and obscenities painted every place
Written by the small man by the stupid human race
Never again, never again, do I want to hear the sound
The sound of marching men
(the rich kids)
Nae mair will the bonnie callantsMairch tae war when oor braggarts crousely craw,
Nor wee weans frae pit-heid and clachan
Mourn the ships sailin’ doon the Broomielaw.
Broken faimlies in lands we’ve herriet,
Will curse Scotland the Brave nae mair, nae mair;
Black and white, ane til ither mairriet,
Mak the vile barracks o’ their maisters bare.
Hamish Henderson
We gonna walk the street of glory(Walk the streets of glory) Yeah
(Walk the streets of glory)
Me say, we, we gonna walk, walk the street of glory
(Walk the streets of glory) Yeah
(Walk the streets of glory) Woo ooh
Babylonian gonna run and try to get there before us
In a hurry
(Walk the streets of glory) Yeah
(Walk the streets of glory)
It's like the time, in Egypt
When Egypt chased after Israel through the Red sea
(The red, Red sea) Yeah
Now it's like right now them a chase after Israel through the bloody sea
(The bloody sea) Woo ooh
We gonna walk the street of glory
(Walk the streets of glory) Yeah
(Walk the streets of glory)
And we gonna trod through the gate of Mount Zion
To the Conquering Lion
(Walk the streets of glory)
(Walk the streets of glory)
And Jah Jah shall comfort and mash them down
With the rod of iron
(israel vibration)
Glory to His name, ohhh, holy, holy ...There's a city where the streets are paved in gold
A land where the milk and the honey flow
And a mansion waits for me, 'Cause my bible tells the story
I just hope my feet are clean enough, To walk upon the golden streets of glory
Green meadows where the little children play
No sorrow there, just one long happy day
And none will enter there except the pure and the holy
I just hope my feet are clean enough, To walk upon the golden streets of glory
And when I've reached my journey's end, And if I'm worthy to go in
Golden streets of glory, I walk on
And the golden streets of my new home, Will lead me up to the Master's throne
With the angel band I'll sing ... Glory to His name, ohhh, holy, holy ...
I just hope my feet are clean enough, To walk upon the golden streets of glory
Hallelujah! ...
I just hope my feet are clean enough, To walk upon the golden streets of glory
(Dolly Parton)
had a friend was a big baseball playerBack in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
But all he kept talking about was
Glory days, well, they'll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Well there's a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times,
She says when she feels like crying
She starts laughing thinking about
Glory days, well, they'll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
My old man worked twenty years on the line
And they let him go
Now everywhere he goes out looking for work
They just tell him that he's too old
I was nine years old and he was working at the
Metuchen Ford plant assembly line
Now he just sits on a stool down at the Legion hall
But I can tell what's on his mind
Glory days yeah goin back
Glory days aw he ain't never had
Glory days, glory days
Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight
And I'm going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
But I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
A little of the glory of, well time slips away
And leaves you with nothing mister but
Boring stories of glory days
Glory days, well, they'll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Glory days, well, they'll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
Bruce Springsteen
His fastball is fading, his sinker is gone,They sent him down to the minors 'cause he wore out his arm,
But his eyes shine brighter than the young kids' it seems
So he keeps on playing, holding on to the dream.
Lord knows that it ain't for the money
'cause he's broke almost every day,
And it ain't for the fame or the glory
Guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play
Guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play.
He's been in the saddle since he was a kid
The rodeo came but he keeps it well hid
And someday he'll have to set his pony free
But 'til he does he'll be riding the dream.
Lord knows that it ain't for the money,
'cause he's broke almost every day,
And it ain't for the fame or the glory
Guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play;
Guess he'll do it, cause he still loves to play.
We ain't getting no younger and that is the truth
But these games we keep playin’, they're our fountain of youth.
From Boston to Boulder and down to Orleans
From highlights to lowlife and everything in between
Well I guess we could grow up and quit wearing our jeans
But we still feel like playing and living the dream.
Lord knows that it ain't for the money,
'cause he's broke almost every day,
And it ain't for the fame or the glory
Guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play;
Guess he'll do it, cause he still loves to play.
(Nitty Gritty Dirt Band )
If you’re in Heaven then you’ll forgive me, dearBecause that’s what they do up there
But if you’re in Hell, then what can I say
You probably deserved it anyway
I guess I’m gunna find out any day
For we will meet again
And there’ll be Hell to pay
Your face comes to me from the depths, dear
Your silent mouth mouths, ‘Yes’, dear
Dark read and big with blood
They’re gunna shut me down, my love
They’re gunna launch me into the stars
Well, all things come to pass
Yeah, Glory Hallelujah
(nick cave)
Oh the games people play now,Every night and every day now:
Never meaning what they say now,
Never saying what they mean.
And they while away the hours
In their ivory towers
Till they're covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine.
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play.
Oh we make one another cry;
Break a heart then we say goodbye;
Cross our hearts and we hope to die
That the other was to blame.
Neither one ever will give in,
So we gaze at our eight by ten,
Thinking 'bout the things that might have been:
It's a dirty rotten shame.
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play.
People walking up to you,
Singing glory hallelujah!
And they're tryin' to sock it to you
In the name of the Lord.
They're gonna teach you how to meditate;
Read your horoscope, cheat your faith,
And further more to hell with hate!
Come on and get on board!
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play.
Look around tell me what you see.
What's happening to you and me?
God grant me the serenity
To remember who I am.
'Cause you've given up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity;
Turned your back on humanity,
And you don't give a da da da da da ...
La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play.
(Joe South)
Well, the CadillacIt pulled out of the graveyard
Pulled up to me
All they said, "Get in"
"Get in."
Then the Cadillac
It puttered back into the graveyard
Me
I got out again
Life in the hive puckered up my night
A kiss of death, the embrace of life
Over there I stand 'neath the Marquee Moon
I ain't waitin', uh uh
(television)
While standing at the junction of 42nd StreetI idly kick a pebble lying at my feet
I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down
The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground
Imagine my surprise, I thought I'd left it at home
But there's no doubt about it, it's my own tombstone
(Procul Harum)
If you think you can, well come on manI was a Green Beret in Vietnam
No more of your fairy stories
'Cause I got my other worries
Fifty-third and third standing on the street
Fifty-third and third I'm tryin' to turn a trick
Fifty-third and third you're the one they never pick
Fifty-third and third don't it make you feel sick?
If you think you can, well come on man
I was a Green Beret in Vietnam
No more of your fairy stories
'Cause I got my other worries
(ramones)
Glow worms show the path we have to treadDreamers, we should be asleep in bed
Moving slowly through the Spring-time air
Holding moments in the depth of care
Holding moments in the depth of care
Whisper fairy stories till they're real
Wonder how the night could make us feel?
Loving, living more with love to stay
Long past sadness that was in our way
Long past sadness that was in our way
Dawn-time mist begins reflecting light
Waking sun, we'll soon forget our night
Love me through the day and I'll with you go
Into Summer and the next year's snow
Into Summer and the next year's snow
(Vashti Bunyan)
Only you can do something about itThere's no one there, my friend, any better
I might know what you mean when you say you fall apart
Aren't we all the same? Falling in and out of doubt
I can see angels standing all around you
They shimmer like mirrors in summer
But you don't know it
And they will carry you o'er the walls
If you need us, just call
Rest your weary world in their hands
Lay your broken laugh at their feet
I can see angels around you
They shimmer like mirrors in summer
There's someone who's loved you forever
But you don't know it
You might feel it but just not show it
(Kate Bush)
Oh baby baby what can I doYou know you drive me crazy when I'm looking at you
The summer's really here and it's time to come out
Time to discover what fun is about
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Keep looking for the girls with their faces all tanned
Lying on the beaches all covered in sand
Stretching out their long legs lying in the sun
They know they're beautiful they're having fun
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
Here comes the summer
(undertones)
I'm tired of telling the story, Tired of telling it your wayYeh, I know what I saw, I know that I found the floor
Before you take my heart, reconsider, Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door, I've opened the door
Here comes the Summer's son, He burns my skin
I ache again, I'm over you
I thought I had a dream to hold, Maybe that has gone
Your hands reach out and touch me still, But this feels so wrong
Before you take my heart, reconsider, Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door, I've opened the door
Here comes the Summer's son, He burns my skin
I ache again, I'm over you
Before you take my heart, reconsider, Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door, I've opened the door
Here comes the Summer's son, He burns my skin
I ache again, I'm over you
Here comes the Winter's rain, To cleanse my skin
I wake again, I'm over you
(Texas)
Early morning, mid JulyAnticipation is making me high
The smell of Sunday in our hair
We ran on the beach with Kennedy flair
Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind
And you my friend, my new fun thing
My summer fling
Laugh, oh how we would laugh at anything
And so pretend a never ending summer fling
(Kd Lang)
She was workin' a summer job, Sellin' t-shirts towels and sunblockA Midwest girl who couldn't live without the beach
I was a local boy who worked next door, Never seen a smile like hers before
She put her feet up on the dash of my old Jeep
It was henna tattoos, tank tops, and ray bans, And hearts drawn in the sand
'Cause Summer flings ain't meant to last, They always burn too hot, too fast
You don't talk about it 'cause you both understand
You get drunk on those boardwalk days, That pretty buzzed look on her face
And it fades away just like a seaside tan, And hearts drawn in the sand
Sit out on the St. Johns Pier, She drank wine and I drank beer
And when we saw a boat light blink we'd make a wish
Then we'd take a walk where the waves hit your feet, She'd lean right in close to me
And I could taste the sun and salt on her lips
And that day would wash away when the tide came in, Like hearts drawn in the sand
Ohhh Summer flings ain't meant to last, They always burn too hot, too fast
You don't talk about it 'cause you both understand
You get drunk on those boardwalk days, And that pretty buzzed look on her face
And it fades away just like a seaside tan, And hearts drawn in the sand
Yeah, you get drunk on those boardwalk days, And that pretty buzzed look on her face
And it fades away just like a seaside tan, And hearts drawn in the sand
(Easton Corbin)
I remember back in '65 When me and little Julie were friends
She was a cost clerk at the Highlands Garage
I got to see her nearly every weekend
I thought I'd cracked it after just a few weeks
Another night and she'd come across
I got the elbow the very next night
She was putting it out for her boss
I never knew the girl could be so nasty and so cruel
I never thought that I could be such a fool, such a fool
(Charlie)
I was born under a bad sign, Left out in the coldI'm a lonely man who knows, Just what it means to lose control
But, I took all the heartache, And turned it to shame,
Now I'm moving, moving on, And I ain't taking the blame
Don't come running to me, I know I've done all I can
A hard lovin' woman like you, Just makes a hard lovin' man
So I can say it to you, babe ...
I'll be a fool for your loving no more, A fool for your loving no more
I'm so tired of trying, I always end up crying ...
Fool for your loving no more, I'll be a fool for your loving no more
I'm tired of hiding my feelings, You left me lonely too long
I gave my heart, and you tore it apart, Ohhh, baby, you done me wrong
Don't come running to me, I know I've done all I can
A hard lovin' woman like you, Just makes a hard lovin' man
So I can say it to you, babe ...
I'll be a fool for your loving no more, A fool for your loving no more
I'm so tired of trying, I always end up crying ...
Fool for your loving no more, I'll be a fool for your loving no more
(Whitesnake)
I loved you for your beautyBut that doesn't make a fool of me:
You were in it for your beauty too
And I loved you for your body
There's a voice that sounds like God to me
Declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
And I love you now there's nothing left
But sorrow and a sense of overtime
And I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time
(Lyle Lovett)
The night, she is a true companionThey shuffle in, They hear the sound
But by night's end, It's night's abandon
You look across the floor, Ain't anyone around
Closing time, Unplug them people
And send them home, It's closing time
Now, Kenny, he's been mixing sound all evening
Sometimes I think that boy, He ain't got no ears
And Kathy's laughing, Kathy's always laughing
Well, keep on laughing Kathy, Just make it out of here
Closing time, Unplug them people
And send them home, It's closing time
So stack those chairs upon those tables
And stack those empties upon that bar
And count your money, And count my money
And hear those bottles ringing, You know where you are
Closing time, Unplug them people
And send them home, It's closing time
The night's all that's left behind
You take your part and I'll take mine
And go on home, It's closing time
(Another Lyle Lovett)
Pubs and clubs and opening hoursWas all he knew
One armed bandits and affiliated members
Women taboo
Had his own tankard and the Evening Standard
And a trophy from darts that he kept over the bar
He had nothing to fear, he had his beer
B-E-E-R
Then came her
Through the blur
Then came she
Made him see
He saw the light..... before he finished his pint
She saved him from the biggest crime in life
They hated her
They said "You'll never see him again!"
Got a mortgage round his neck
And eight screaming kids
But his seat's always here if he wants it
(Dukes Of Stratosphear)
5.15 A.M.Snow laying all around
A collier cycles home
From his night shift underground
Past the silent pub
Primary school, workingmen's club
On the road from the pithead
The churchyard packed
With mining dead
Then beneath the bridge
He comes to a giant car
A shroud of snow upon the roof
A Mark Ten Jaguar
He thought the man was fast asleep
Silent, still and deep
Both dead and cold
Shot through
With bullet holes
The one armed bandit man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneyland
E-type Jags and flashy suits
Put your money in
Pull the levers
Watch them spin
Cash cows in all the pubs
But he preferred the new nightclubs
Nineteen sixty-seven
Bandit men in birdcage heaven
La dolce vita, sixty-nine
All new to people of the Tyne
Who knows who did what
Somebody made a call
They said his hands
Were in the pot
That he'd been skimming hauls
He picks up the swag
They gaily gave away
Drives his giant Jag
Off to his big pay day
The bandit man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneyland
E-type jags and flashy suits
The bandit man
Came up the Great North Road
Up to Geordieland
To mine
The mother lode
Seams blew up or cracked
Black diamonds came hard won
Generations toiled and hacked
For a pittance and black lung
Crushed by tub or stone
Together
And alone
How the young and old
Paid the price of coal
Eighteen sixty-seven
My angel's gone to heaven
He'll be happy there
Sunlight and sweet clean air
They gather round the glass
Tough hewers and crutters
Child trappers and putters
The little foals and half-marrows
Who pushed
And pulled the barrows
The hod boys
And the rolleywaymen
5.15 A.M.
(Mark Knopfler)
When the stripshow's overManagement have turned out the lights
Silent people head on back into the night
I thought of you, still living alone,
When the neon universe
Comes winking to an end
Taxi drivers yawn from Earl's Court to The Strand
I thought of you
Decorating your new home
(doll by doll)
Peter's a cabby on Adelaide roadsAnd in five o'clock traffic that's a hard road to hoe
Hunts for his family in a Holden with a two-way and meter
And there's no air conditioning where he plies his trade
On the green plate stand by the Rundle Arcade
Sits and he waits for the privilege of driving you home
And there's no Mr. Muzak in the front of his cab
Just a crackling voice dog-eared roadmap
And a torch and a biro sliding around on the dash
And your life's in his hand when they're gripped on the wheel
The water pump rattles and the Michelins squeal
He's been driving for years sometimes it feels like forever
And knows very well your city of gardens
He'll take you from town drop you at Marsden
Peak hour: five minutes, if you think that's easy just try it
He can change a flat tire in three minutes flat
Lubes his own car lying flat on his back
Tunes up his motor with a timing light in his ear
Oh you could be at Woodville, you could be at Stirling
Sun may be burning, fog may be swirling
But Peter's still driving all down that endless white line
Could be the morning, midday or midnight
He'll sell you a ride, his yellow roof light
Till a drag operator gives him a job to go home
(Redgum)
( Spoken in a Brummie accent)Car 67, car 67, where are you?
Come in 67, 67. Can you hear me?
Hey Control, this is 67 here
I can hear you loud and I can hear you clear, yeah!
Control, this is 67 here
I can here you loud and I can here you clear, yeah!
Good morning 67, good morning
Bit of a late start isn't it?
Is there something that you want me to do - oooh, yeah?
Yes, we have a job for you
You know I'm only here to please you - oooh, yeah!
We want you to pick up a young lady at 83 Royal Gardens
Control, have mercy on me
I don't want to do the pick up. Is there anybody else free?
Stuck in a jam on a one way street
Why don't you tell her she'd be quicker to use her feet, yeah
You must be joking 67
Now come on, I must have a time for the pick up
The best I can tell you is tell you tomorrow
'Cause if i do the job it's gonna cause me sorrow - oooh
Oh, really 67, you're putting me in a bad position
This is too bad, too bad, I must have a time for the pick up
Whats your problem? What's wrong 67?
To tell you the truth I had a bad night
My girl left home in the middle of a fight
Sorry about that 67, sorry to hear that
Controller, have mercy on me
I don't want to do the pick up at number 83
And the girl of my dreams left me all aloneg
And at number 83 is where she made her home
Ah- hah, I see 67, I see your problem
Is there something else you want me to do-ooh, yeah?
Yes, you can have another job 67
You know I'm only here to please you
Stand by all cars, stand by, time for a pick up at 83 Royal Gardens
First call for a pick up at 83 Royal Gardens
Stand by 67, we'll have another job for you shortly
Calling all cars, calling all cars
Time for a pick up at 83 Royal Gardens
First call to 83 Royal Gardens
Somebody give me a time, can you do it car 23?
(Paul Phillips/ Peter Zorn)
Waiting for your taxiWhich taxi never comes
Waiting for your taxi
Waiting for your taxi
Which taxi never comes
Waiting for your taxi
Waiting for your taxi
Which taxi never comes
Waiting for your taxi
(ian dury)
Runnin' pretty, New York City girl.25, 35, hello, baby -
New York City girl.
You grew up ridin' the subways, running with people
Up in Harlem, down on Broadway.
You're no tramp, but you're no lady.
Talkin' that street talk:
You're the heart and soul of New York City.
And love,
Love is just a passing word.
It's the thought that you had
In a taxicab that got left on the kerb,
When he dropped you off at East 83rd.
Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker.
You should know the score by now (You should know by now):
You're a native New Yorker.
Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer,
Makin' friends and findin' lovers.
There you are, lost in the shadows,
Searchin' for someone (Searchin' for someone)
To set you free from New York City.
And, whoa
Where did all those yesterdays go,
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show?
You were the star, when did it close?
Oh, oh, oh (Oh, oh, oh)
You're a native New Yorker.
No one opens the door
For a native New Yorker
Where did all those yesterdays go,
When you still believed
Love could really be like a Broadway show?
You were the star.
You're a native New Yorker.
You should know the score by now:
You're a native New Yorker.
What you waitin' for?
No one opens the door
(You're a native New Yorker)
(Odyssey)
They got married early, never had no moneyThen when he got laid off, they really hit the skids
He started up his drinking, then they started fighting
He took it pretty badly, she took both the kids
She said, "I'm not standing by to watch you slowly die
So watch me walking out the door
Out the door, out the door"
She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out your fucking door"
She went to her brother's, got a little bar work
He went to the buttery, he stayed about a year
Then he wrote a letter, and said, "I want to see ya"
She thought he sounded better, she sent him up the fare
He was riding through the cane in the pouring rain
On Olympic to her door
To her door, to her door
To her door, to her door
And his heart was singing like a lowdown guitar
He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching
Walking in slow motion like he'd just been hit
Did they have a future? Would he know his children?
Could he make a picture and get them all to fit?
He was shaking in his seat, riding through the streets
In a Silver Top to her–
Shaking in his seat, riding through the streets
In a Silver Top to her door
To her door, to her door
To her door
(Paul Kelly)
Had a love affair with NinaIn the back of my Cortina
A seasoned up hyena could not have been more obscener
She took me to the cleaners
And other misdemeanours
But I got right up between her
Rum and her Ribena
Well, you ask Joyce and Vicki
If candy-floss is sticky
I'm not a blinking thicky
I'm Billericay Dickie
And I'm doing very well
(ian dury)
The trains used to run, all across MexicoDown through the Yucatán, wherever in hell, ya know?
It was down in San Cristóbal, that I first heard the sound
Nina's voice on the jukebox,
Spinning darkly round
And I was so lost down there,
Out of love and walking alone
But walking beside me was Nina Simone
Tonight in my dressing room, the teakettle rattles
Waterpipes dripping down on a plate of Spanish apples
Outside in the freight yards, trains they rattle and moan
It's just Hank Williams talking to Nina Simone
Yeah we've been to hell and back,
Where love cuts us right down the bone
But walking beside us was Nina Simone
I've driven your highways and back roads;
I rode your Grey Dog
Through the snow and sleet and hail,
Through the sunlight and fog,
Heard the ravens call morning up;
With their little raw saxophones
But the darkest of ravens was Nina Simone
Yeah we've all been to hell and come back,
Where love cuts us right down the bone
But walking beside us was Nina Simone
The trains used to run, all across Mexico...
Tom Russell
Me and Jimmie Rodgers used to ride them rollin' boxcars in the summer timeJimmie he'd play his guitar, I'd lay back and watch the stars and sip my wine
Me and Audie Murphy used to crawl out on our bellies through the German lines
Audie, I won't leave you here, I'll pull you through cause you know you're a friend of mine
Me and Phil Rizzuto didn't we move like lightnin' round there on the double play
I'd look over in the stands and Marilyn would see me and she'd smile and wave
Hell no, Coach Lombardi, this old broken back ain't nothin' if the game is saved
And fellers, if I don't pull through just put a little golden football on my grave
John Wayne he once said to me “Them Japs, they'll take that island
And we've got to save the old Red White and Blue.
Someone's got to swim out to that submarine and warn 'em
You know, T, I hate like hell to ask you to.”
Me and Sugar Ray we used to spar together up there in old Stillman's Gym
Knowin' someday it would be the Garden and the championship for me or him
And Coop, if no one in this town is man enough to back you when Frank Miller comes
Come high noon, I'll walk with you. I've had a few but I know how to use a gun
Betty Grable don't you cry you know you can be a star
And with my drinkin' I'd just hold you back
So go on sign the contracts kid
I'll read about you in some old newspaper from some rack
Cause me and Jimmie Rodgers we still ride them rollin' boxcars in the summer time
Jimmie he plays his guitar I lay back and watch the stars and sip my wine
Me and Audie Murphy we still crawl out on our bellies through the German lines
At away, there's Scooter, shoot that ball to me and I swear we'll get two this time
(So I once told Hank, I said "Hank I wrote a real good song" and he said "lemme hear it, kid"
I went out to my truck and got my guitar (and) the rest is history)
(written by Shel Silverstein, sung by Tom T. Hall)
Shotgun - gimmegimme low down
fun boy - o.k. showdown
showdown.
Take me away
he's as big as a ranch.
Take me away
he's as tough as they come. J-J-J-J-J-John wayne
Take me away
he's so long.
Take me away
you know he's never wrong.
J-J-J-J-John Wayne.
He stands so high
it's enough to make any red skin cry.
He knows what's right and he knows that god is with him
'cos he is right - Big Leggy lives. J-J-J-J-T-John wayne.
John Wayne in lovers lane - making whoopee with his squaw.
But his bullet belt keeps a-gettin' in the way
It's making his life a bore.
(haysi fantaysee)
I believe I'm John WayneThey call me John Wayne
You know you've got it coming
I'll tell it to you straight
I'm coming for you very soon
I'll never hesitate
I've come to measure you
I will fit you up
I've come to measure you
Fit you up
I am John Wayne
I believe I'm John Wayne
They call me John Wayne
You felt the money flowing
You watched the beast arrive
You felt your money going away
And tried to skin the lamb alive
Come to measure you
Fit you up
I come to measure you
Fit you up
I am John Wayne
I am John Wayne
They tell me I am, the John Wayne
Coming very soon
I'm coming for you
Any day now
Don't you dare look behind you
For you know I will be there
You'll feel my breath on your neck
Turn, face me if you dare
I've come to measure you
I've come to fix you up
I've come to measure you
Fix you up
I am John Wayne
I believe I'm John Wayne
You know, my name is John Wayne
Get on your horse
Measure you
This man has come to measure you, measure you, measure you
Measure you
This man, this man and that man come to measure you
I say, measure you
Coming inch by inch like a marigold line
Smiling inchworm like a marigold line
Inch my way, measure you
Measure you, measure you
I come to measure you
I come to measure you
I come to measure you
John Martyn
Roughin' it in the great outdoorsGuidebooks tell us where to go
Winnebago Warrior
Slow down traffic climbing hills
Thirty gallons to the mile
Honey, quick, the Polaroid
Winnebago Warrior
Brave as old John Wayne
Winnebago Warrior, a true Yankee pioneer
Stop at Stuckey's for a meal
Blab all day on the CB
Winnebago Warrior
(dead kennedys)
If Jesus drove a motor home, I wonder would he drive pedal to the metal, or real slow? Checking out the stereo. CassettePlaying Bob Dylan, motivation tapes. Tricked up Winnebago, with the tie-dye drapes. If Jesus drove a motor home... If Jesus
Drove a motor home, and he come to your town, would you try to talk to him? Would you follow him around? Honking horns at
The drive thru. Double-parking at the mall. Midnight at the Waffle House - Jesus eating eggs with ya'll. If Jesus drove a
Motor home... Buddha on a motorcycle, Mohammed in a train. Here come Jesus in the passing lane... but everybody smile, 'cause
Everybody's grooving. Ain't nothing like the feeling of moving with a bona fide motorized savior. Now if we all drove
Motor homes, well maybe in the end, with no country to die for, we could just be friends. One world as our highway. Ain't
No yours or my way. We'd be cool wherever we roam - if Jesus drove a motor home.
Jim White
Apologies for repeating this, but I've always loved it.Jesus, the missing years
It was raining. It was cold
West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old
So he packed his bags and he headed out
To find out what the world's about
He went to France. He went to Spain
He found love. He found pain.
He found stores so he started to shop
But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop
Kids in trouble with the cops
From Israel didn't have no home
So he cut his hair and moved to Rome
It was there he met his Irish bride
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome...
Italy that is
Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money Changers,
Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks.
Charley bought some popcorn
Billy bought a car
Someone almost bought the farm
But they didn't go that far
Things shut down at midnight
At least around here they do
Cause we all reside down the block
Inside at, 23 Skidoo.
Wine was flowing so were beers
So Jesus found his missing years
So He went to a dance and said "This don't move me"
He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie
On his thirteenth birthday he saw "Rebel without a Cause"
He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus
Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind
He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind
You see him and the wife wasn't getting along
So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song
Called "The Dove of Love Fell Off the Perch"
But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church
At least not back then anyhow
Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit
So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and
A Coca-Cola and he swallowed it.
He discovered the Beatles
And he recorded with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
Charley bought some popcorn
Billy bought a car
Someone almost bought the farm
But they didn't go that far
Things shut down at midnight
At least around here they do
Cause we all reside down the block
Inside at, 23 Skidoo.
The years went by like sweet little days
With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais
When he woke up he was seventeen
The world was angry. The world was mean.
Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop
All agreed that life stank. All the world smelled like poop
Baby poop that is ..the worst kind
So he grew his hair long and thew away his comb
And headed back to Jerusalem to find Mom, Dad and home
But when he got there the cupboard was bare
Except for an old black man with a fishing rod
He said "Whatcha gonna be when you grow up?"
Jesus said "God"
Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?
I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood
They're gonna kill me Mama. They don't like me Bud.
So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick
All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick
So come and gather around me my contemporary peers
And I'll tell you all the story of
Jesus, the missing years
Charley bought some popcorn
Billy bought a car
Someone almost bought the farm
But they didn't go that far
Things shut down at midnight
At least around here they do
Cause we all reside down the block
Inside at, 23 Skidoo.
We all reside down the block
Inside at, 23 Skidoo.
(John Prine)
No need to apologise Val, it's a classic!What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home?
If God had a face, what would it look like?
And would you want to see?
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in Jesus and the saints and all the prophets?
Joan Osborne
Jesus was a CapricornHe ate organic food
He believed in love and peace
And never wore no shoes
Long hair, beard and sandals
And a funky bunch of friends
Reckon we'd just nail him up
If he came down again
'Cause everybody's gotta have somebody to look down on
Who they can feel better than at any time they please
Someone doin' somethin' dirty decent folks can frown on
If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me
Eggheads cussing rednecks cussing
Hippies for their hair
Others laugh at straights who laugh at
Freaks who laugh at squares
Some folks hate the Whites
Who hate the Blacks who hate the Klan
Most of us hate anything that
We don't understand
'Cause everybody's gotta have somebody to look down on
Who they can feel better than at any time they please
Someone doin' somethin' dirty decent folks can frown on
If you can't find nobody else, then help yourself to me
(Kris Kristofferson)
Jesus was a leprechaun dying on the crossRemembering his celtic roots
Some place to hold my up lost
Jesus was a leprechaun his name was Tiny Tom
He tried to have a little fun
But now my hands on my venus of lom
Jesus was a leprechaun full of trickery
But it went a bit too far
Now they made a matter of me
Jesus was a leprechaun with a twinkle in his eye
Always smiling sweetly
But I never expected to die
(snakefinger)
Get on your feet an' do the funky Alfonzo!Father Vivian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
(He forgot to watch the clock)
'Cause the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked, yes. ..
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked (he stroked it) .. .
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked. .. His. ..
Sma-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ahhh (stroked his smock)
Which set him off in such a frenzy
He sang lock around the crock
An' he topped it off with A. ..
An' he topped it off with A. ..
An' he topped it off with A. ..
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
As he stumbled on his ____
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock
Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
Proud of me
He shouted down the block
Dominus vobiscum
Et c** spiritu tuo
Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alfonzo
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoes
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Good morning, your Highness
Ooo-ooo-ooo
I brought you your snow shoes
Frank Zappa
I come from the land of the Irish springDublin's the place where I learned my thing
From the emerald isle to your place in the hood
I'm a man of green comes to do no good
Lep in the hood comes to do no good
Lep in the hood comes to do no good
Blunt is dope, this place is hype
There's a lassie, she's just my type
I hate to resort so soon to magic
But I haven't been laid so long it's tragic
I'm so bad
I'm good
I'll show what to do so lend an ear
Don't worry little lassie you've got nothing to fear
Sit with a lad who's lean and green and let me show you why I'm a love machine
Come to do no good
(warwick davies) ?
Ohhh, yeah ...I'm just a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you
Yeah, baby, I'm just a love machine, A hugging kissing fiend
I think it's high time you knew, Whenever I think of you
My mind blows a fuse, When I look in your eyes
My meter starts to rise, And I become confused
My motor-cranked electric goes, When I'm sitting next to you
Electricity starts to flow, And my indicator starts to glow
I, I, I'm just a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you
I'm just a love machine, yeah, baby, A hugging kissing fiend
La-La la la la-La la la la-La la, La la la la la-La la la-La laaaaaaaaa
I, I, I'm just a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you
I'm just a love machine, yeah, baby, A hugging kissing fiend
I'm gentle as a lamb, I'm not that hard to program
There's no way that you can lose, Chassis fits like a glove
I've got a button for love, That you've got to use (push it, push it baby)
If you look into my power, I am sure you can find out how
To turn me on, just set my dial, And let me love you for a little while, oooh
I, I, I'm just a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you
I'm just a love machine, yeah, baby, A hugging kissing fiend
La-La la la la-La la la la-La la, La la la la la-La la la-La laaaaaaaaa
Push it, push it, baby, aaah
I, I, I'm just a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you
I'm just a love machine, (yeah, baby), A hugging kissing fiend, (ahhh, ahhh)
(The Miracles)
Computer loveComputer love
Another lonely night
Stare at the TV screen
I don't know what to do
I need a rendezvous
Computer love
Computer love
I call this number
For a data date
I don't know what to do
I need a rendezvous
Computer love
Computer love
(kraftwerk)
Sweet romance is not for me I need electricity
If you wanna make me flip
Hit me with a microchip
I'll be a diode, cathode,
Overload, generator, oscillator
Make a circuit with me
Just plug in and go go go
I'll be your human dynamo
Signals in my power cord
Impulse on my circuit board
I'm an AC/DC man
You can read my circuit diagram
I feed on electric jolts
I need 50,000 volts
Sweet romance is not for me
I really need electricity
If you wanna make me flip
Come on and hit me with a microchip
I'm an AC/DC man
You can read my circuit diagram
I feed on electric jolts
I need 50,000 volts
(The Polecats)
Did you hear about my baby? she come around,
She come round here, the head to the ground?
Come round here just about midnight,
She makes me feel so good, make me feel all right.
She come round my street, now
She come to my house and
Knock upon my door
Climbing up my stairs, one, two
Come on baby
Here she is in my room, oh boy
Hey what’s your name?
How old are you?
Where’d you go to school?
Aha, yeah
Aha, yeah
Ah, ah yeah, ah yeah
Oh haa, mmm
Well, now that we know each other a little bit better,
Why don’t you come over here
Make me feel all right!
Gloria, gloria
Gloria, gloria
Gloria, gloria
All night, all day
All right, okey, yey!
(gloria, gloria)
(the doors)