What lyrics are you listening to now? (pt2)

[MightyAphrodite]

When your sparkle evades your soul
I'll be at your side to console
When your standing on the window ledge
I'll talk you back from the edge
I will turn your tide
Be your shepard and your guide
When your lost in the deep and darkest place around
May my words walk you home safe and sound

When you say that I'm no good and you feel like walking
I need to make sure you know thats just the Prescription talking
When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side
Up upon the stairs and down the downward slide
I will, I will turn your tide
Do all that I can to heal you inside
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker


I see you need me
I know you do

 

[Roadkill]

I'd play the red river valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and he'd cry
And run his fingers
Through seventy years of living
And wonder, Lord, has every well
I've drilled gone dry
We were friends me and this old man
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a train

As soon as I could walk
He'd take me with him
To a bar called the green frog cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominoes
Lying about their lives while they played
And I was just a kid
They all called me sidekick
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a train

Well he's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car
When he's too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old western movie
Like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a train

One day I turned around and
He was pushing eighty
And there was brown tobacco stains
All down his chin
You know, to me he's one of the heroes
Of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinking beer and playing moon and forty-two
Like a desperado waiting for a train
Like a desperado waiting for a train

And then the day before he died
I went to see him
And I was grown and he was almost gone
We closed our eyes and
Dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to that old song

Come on, jack, the son-of-a-bitch is comin' this time

We're like desperadoes waiting for a train
Like desperadoes waiting for a train

 

[Iam]

Me & Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada Last Night

[Boots]
Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't insult ya"
What I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot
Bored, said, "We need a plot," I comply, "Let's leave the spot"
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee when you stick around"
This man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sho' that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his dick
Philosophy that he spit stuck in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the contents down the hatchet
Well since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly questions
Relationship reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I cain't function
From the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive"
Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make this motherfucker mash!"
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

[Chorus 2X - sung]
Oakland do you wanna ride?
I can't hear you! Oakland do you wanna ride tonight?

[Boots]
City lights from far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to prevent
whatever it was that could break my momma's back
Little did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a cataract
And on the track, she went from beautiful to battleaxe
And back at home, she would cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six years old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
Never knew how she was sufferin for my food and clothes
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he seem like a pee-pee head"
She said, "Don't cuss," and my teeth to go brush
And get ready for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
Before she went out on the stroll
She'd tuck me into bed and sing:

You're much too beautiful for words {*4X*}

I see the red and white lights as the ambulance flies
Reminds me of midnight in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old self as paramedics leave
Left to ball my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To give illustrations that are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back, befo' this scene:
Early in the morning when the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the front bolt lock
Then the pump wit one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was whine
She didn't even have the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she knew that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus 'bout directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

[Chorus]

[Boots]
The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
My temperatyre gayge read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphault history
This was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a century
See, he went in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation points
You know how bitches act, shit exclamation points
First it was a set up move, then it was the truth
His letters were the only thing I had as a youth
But his lopsided game, see, was really counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that it's gon' end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the shit if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the hell you pointin' a gat?"
So I pulled a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna ride on
This is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, I'ma double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

[Chorus]

[Boots]
And I still remember momma

You're much too beautiful for words {*4X*}

 

[sojourner]

Green hills and enemies
These things they make us sentimental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another sentimental aside

We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though it's easy if you know how it's done
They split the secret up six ways before they gave it to us just before dawn
And now we don't remember

Our blood and guts are out
We spread our bones across the table at night
We cut our fingers off
To give ourselves those little extra insights

We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though they try hard not to say how it's done
They always do
They spill the secret out six ways
And beg for our forgiveness
Just before dawn
And now we don't remember

We're catching bullets in our teeth
It's hard to do but they taste so sweet
And if they take a couple out
We try to work things out
We catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such lights
In such endless night

So sweet to lose a friend
You leave the church and taste
The air in your lungs
Old lies and fireflies
Carve angels on your eyes
And all is undone
You whisper prayers into the dark
Up to a god in whom you've never believed
You always do
You split the secret up six ways
But it won't make it any easier to see
And now we don't remember

We're catching bullets in our teeth
Its hard to do but they're so sweet
And if they take a couple out
We try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such lights
In such endless night
We're catching bullets in our backs
We sent the undertaker back
Into the garden in the drought
To try to work things out
We're catching bullets with the best resources that we've got
We're happy then again we're not
We shout - through the endless doubt

 

[Firky]

One Of Them Days (Song For Me marras)

Ya am gana tell ya story in this song / about one of the best days in my life / the day that I went out with my mates and got absolutely off me head and al tell ya what it is / al never forget that day / coz its the day I realized av got the best pals in the world.

I woke up on Saturday morning the sunshine propa beaming through me window / I thought to me self ya! this is the sort of day that you just wana gan out and get propa chonged / so I went downstairs and give Trekka a ring / I said Trekka we are guna go and get absolutely off our faces are you up for it pal / and he said aye

So I went round to Trekkas ye kna and we sorted our selves some blah out and we went down to get the metro / thats when I bumped into the rest of me pals Cookson was even there ye kna / I said lads ya man were gana gan down and get propa off wa faces why dont you join weh / its guna be a propa rompa stompa / and all them said why aye Buzzcocks get the tac flowing.

Me and all me marra's / the ones I've known the most / we gana get wa selves drunk / and gan down to the coast / I've got me self some Rizlaz and Trekka's got the blah / were gana have a gud time so have another drah.

We all piled onto the metro propa joking and carrying on / Trekka was tellin weh all stories about lasses he'd fingered down on Daisy Hill and it was a propa frisk like / anyway cookson got the drink out and we propa cracked open the cans of special brew / and it was one of them days were you just think to ya self / ya! am propa class me like.

So anyway by time we got down to the coast fucking the sun was propa shining / we stepped out into the fucking middle of whitley bay and all the lasses propa glared at weh ganing / you's are lush and thats when I said lads we'll get the fanny later / for now lets just gan and get off wa fucking blocks on tac haha.

Me and all me marra's / the ones I've known the most / we gana get wa selves drunk / and gan down to the coast / I've got me self some Rizlaz and Trekka's got the blah / were gana have a gud time so have another drah.

So here we are all sat outside spanish city fuckin off wa heads on tac / Trekka's over there fucking setting bins on fire and having a laugh with himself / and thats when I looked around and thought ya! / this is one of them days when ya realize how fuckin lucky your are to have pals who take drugs.

Anyway The lasses came over and the said / Ya! can we get a light off yaz / well ya kna what happens when ya get fanny gannin up to gangstaz / the gangstaz get tha rides / so the lasses took the lads down into the caves and started blahing them off and that / well after about twenty minutes we came out all smiling and we said / what a belta!

Me and all me marra's / the ones I've known the most / we gana get wa selves drunk / and gan down to the coast / I've got me self some Rizlaz and Trekka's got the blah / were gana have a gud time so have another drah.

Me and all me marra's / the ones I've known the most / we gana get wa selves drunk / and gan down to the coast / I've got me self some Rizlaz and Trekka's got the blah / were gana have a gud time so have another drah.

(Written By N.Sheeran)

 

[sojourner]

There's an ache creeping through my bones
And a lake of blood filling my home
I don't have the time to mess around

There's a dog sleeping in my bed
If I tickle his balls he gives me sweet head
So I don't have the time to mess around

You can send me flowers, but I won't arrange them
You can call me on the telephone at a sensible time

There's a beast and he's banging on my door
All my teeth lay scattered on the floor
I don't have the time to mess around

I'm done with the non-essential tasks
Oh and the making of a thing that cannot last
I don't have the time to mess around

You can send me flowers, but I won't arrange them
You can call me on the telephone at a sensible time

You can send me flowers, but I won't arrange them, oh no
You can call me on the telephone at a sensible time
You can call me on the telephone at a sensible time



^ the emboldened words? I believe they're the best couple of lines ever written, EVER

 

[MightyAphrodite]

Way back yonder where the gravel road ends
Fourth holler over, plum up to the head
On an AC tractor reapin’ reefer on a hill
Got an inverted cross of lights on his grill
Shape-note singin’ ‘bout whiskey and sin
With an amplified bible cranked up to ten
He’s a preacher,
He’s a teacher,
He’s a demon in disguise,
Red checkerboard pattern in the whites of his eyes.

And you can tell by the sound of his cussin’ in tongues
It’s best you boys just a-run along.
Best you boys just run on along,
Before the cock crows three times tonight.

The rooster says…
The rooster says…
The rooster says…

Go ahead and sneak a peak behind the tent show flap
See what it gets ya if you like it like that.
Hear the penta-caustic choir wakin’ the dead,
“Give us Barabbas” tattooed on their heads
Up jumped the Devil out the storm cellar door
Now Hellzapoppin’ with the souls that came herebefore.
They’re afflicted
They’re a victim
Of his layin’ on of hands
False propheteerin’ off the hopes of the damned.

And you can tell by the sound of his cussin’ in tongues
It’s best you boys just a-run along.
Best you boys just run on along,
Before the cock crows three times tonight.

The rooster says…
The rooster says…
The rooster says…

 

[Firky]

Flies are buzzing around my head
Vultures circling the dead
Picking up every last crumb
The big fish eat the little ones
The big fish eat the little ones
Not my problem give me some

You can try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
(x2)

This one's optimistic
This one went to market
This one just came out of the swamp
This one dropped a payload
Fodder for the animals
Living on an animal farm

If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
(x2)

I'd really like to help you man
I'd really like to help you man.....
Nervous messed up marionette
Floating around on a prison ship

If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
Dinosaurs Roaming the earth (x3)

 

[MightyAphrodite]

Well, I shuffled through the city on the 4th of July
I had a firecracker waiting to blow
Breakin' like a rocket who makin' its way
To the cities of Mexico
Lived in an apartment out on Avenue A
I had a tar-hut on the corner of 10th
Had myself a lover who was finer than gold
But I've broken up and busted up since

And love don't play any games with me
Anymore like she did before
The world won't wait, so I better shake
That thing right out there through the door
Hell, I still love you, New York

Found myself a picture that would fit in the folds
Of my wallet and it stayed pretty good
Still amazed I didn't lose it on the roof of the place
When I was drunk and I was thinking of you
Every day the children they were singing their tune
Out on the streets and you could hear from inside
Used to take the subway up to Houston and 3rd
I would wait for you and I'd try to hide

And love won't play any games with me
Anymore if you don't want it to
The world won't wait and I watched you shake
But honey, I don't blame you
Hell, I still love you, New York
Hell, I still love you, New York
New York

I remember Christmas in the blistering cold
In a church on the upper west side
Babe, I stood their singing, I was holding your arm
You were holding my trust like a child
Found a lot of trouble out on Avenue B
But I tried to keep the overhead low
Farewell to the city and the love of my life
At least we left before we had to go

And love won't play any games with you
Anymore if you want 'em to
So we better shake this old thing out the door
I'll always be thinkin' of you
I'll always love you though New York
I'll always love you though New York, New York, New York

 

[Firky]

ryan adams and i claim my five pounds

 

[MightyAphrodite]

ryan adams and i claim my five pounds

yup...good ole ryan.

 

[Firky]

he's very american

 

[MightyAphrodite]

he's very american

hehehe

 

[Firky]

bollocks!

 

[MightyAphrodite]

bollocks!

int it!

 

[Firky]

Everyone
Everyone around here
Everyone is so near
It's holding on
It's holding on

Everyone
Everyone is so near
Everyone has got the fear
It's holding on
It's holding on

Turn it off!

 

[Silva]

Shoot speed kill light
(aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah)
Shoot speed kill light
(aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah)
Shoot speed kill light
(aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaah)

and so on, and so on.

 

[dilute micro]

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)


In the club on the late night, feelin right
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty hot and horny so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude
or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
Boo, as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on
(Know that it's on)
I peep something comin towards me up the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
Yellin I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you moving way over there

 

[MightyAphrodite]

I'm gonna fight 'em all
A 7 nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that aint what you want to hear
But thats what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home

 

[rollinder]

I've been driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob
But I don't really care, give me some gas and the open air

It's a bit old but it's mine, I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves and the coil
Just last week I changed the oil
Last week it went round the clock, I also had a little knock
I dented somebody's fender, he learnt not to park on a bender, ha ha ha

I've been driving in my car, it don't look much but I've been far
I drive up to Muswell Hill, I've even been to Selsey Bill
I drove along the A45, I had her up to 58
This copper stopped me the other day, you're mistaken what could I say
The tyres were a little worn, they were O.K., I could have sworn
I like driving in my car, I'm satisfied I've got this far

I like driving in my car, it don't look much but I've been far
I like driving in my car, even with a flat tyre
I like driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar
I like driving in my car, I'm satisfied I've got this far

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

if i'm not the crack of the cork
and the shot in the arm across
the room like a four alarm
some kind of danger
i look that way
you try to be cool
with little to say
i can't be the calm
your bottle of wine
i have to be a quarter
not a nickel and dimes
i want to be the prayer
answered when you meet me
the pain the bat and the blood
when you beat me

because you're
infallible bombastic
sonically elastic
entergetic spastic
explosive plastic
sculpture cast it
mclaren pass it
emotional strastic
egg first crack it
first date mack it
suitcase pack it
eight ball rack it
sadness don't mask it
thoughts schoolastic
glockenspiel blast it
pack of butts hack it
a hit song track it
hatred whack it
sorrow sack it
wasted drink it
if you thought it
think it
like pretty and pink kid
battleship sink it
big dream make a bid
do it you just did

if i'm not the crack of the cork
and the shot in the arm across
the room like a four alarm
some kind of danger
i look that way
you try to be cool
with little to say
i can't be the calm
your bottle of wine
i have to be a quarter
not a nickel and dimes
i want to be the prayer
answered when you meet me
the pain the bat and the blood
when you beat me

because you're
impossibly protected
criminally respected
soulfully connected
chaotically hectic
temptress naked
candycoat bake it
dune city rake it
concerns placated
you know you have to make it
if it's not broken break it
it it's stolen take it
answer with a bayonet
dime bag stash it
accelerator mash it
get it out like an exorcist
sado like a masochist
nine o thrash it
five o smash it
hotel room trash it
coming down crash it
like pistols and pink sid
stir it up and drink it
big leap make a bid
do it you just did

if i'm not the crack of the cork
and the shot in the arm across
the room like a four alarm
some kind of danger
i look that way
you try to be cool
with little to say
i can't be the calm
your bottle of wine
i have to be a quarter
not a nickel and dimes
i want to be the prayer
answered when you meet me
the pain the bat and the blood
when you beat me

the pain the bat and the blood when you beat me [x4]

 

[Roadkill]

I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
Tears ran down my spine
I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcolm X got what was coming
He got what he asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every coloured boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
I'm glad the commies were thrown out
of the AFL-CIO board
I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
as long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

The people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I read New Republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the Democratic Party.
They want the U.N. to be strong
I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
But I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Except that the version I'm listening to is from the Phil Ochs memorial concert and sung by Oscar Brand, who added a few extra lyrics of his own taking a swipe at Jimmy Carter.

 

[Annierak]

whatever you give me

i'll take as it comes

discarding self-pity

i'll manage with crumbs

i'll settle for moments

i won't ask for life

i'll not expect labels

like lover or wife

if showing affection

embarrasses you

i will not depend

and i will not pursue

for you are

younger than i

younger than i

younger than i

and i am

wiser than you



the one a.m. phone calls

you're here then you're gone

come when you need me

i won't carry on

i'll simply accept you

the way that you are

unsure and unstructured

my door is ajar

those lemon haired ladies

of twenty or so

of course you must see them

just don't let me know

don't let me know

whatever you do

for you are

younger than i

younger than i

younger than i

and i am

weaker than you



i'll give you a year

maybe two

maybe three

then what will happen?

where will i be?

you'll still be a boy

but what about me?

what about me?

what about me?

why must you treat me

with so little care

i've so much inside me

i'm aching to share

why am i constant

to someone like you?

children don't know

the meaning of "true"

those lemon haired ladies

why must you seem them?

all that i want in your eyes

is to be them

time is on their side

that's all i lack

i wish you would just

go away

no

come back

come back

go away

come back

go away

what in hell can i do?

i'm supposed to be wise

for i am

older than you

older than you

you so self-centered

the games that you play

do as you please

you will anyway

of course you will see them

no use to pretend

for they are

younger than i

younger than i

those lemon haired ladies

and they will

win in the end.

Dory Previn

 

[sojourner]

whatever you give me

i'll take as it comes

discarding self-pity

i'll manage with crumbs

i'll settle for moments

i won't ask for life

i'll not expect labels

like lover or wife

if showing affection

embarrasses you

i will not depend

and i will not pursue

for you are

younger than i

younger than i

younger than i

and i am

wiser than you



the one a.m. phone calls

you're here then you're gone

come when you need me

i won't carry on

i'll simply accept you

the way that you are

unsure and unstructured

my door is ajar

those lemon haired ladies

of twenty or so

of course you must see them

just don't let me know

don't let me know

whatever you do

for you are

younger than i

younger than i

younger than i

and i am

weaker than you



i'll give you a year

maybe two

maybe three

then what will happen?

where will i be?

you'll still be a boy

but what about me?

what about me?

what about me?

why must you treat me

with so little care

i've so much inside me

i'm aching to share

why am i constant

to someone like you?

children don't know

the meaning of "true"

those lemon haired ladies

why must you seem them?

all that i want in your eyes

is to be them

time is on their side

that's all i lack

i wish you would just

go away

no

come back

come back

go away

come back

go away

what in hell can i do?

i'm supposed to be wise

for i am

older than you

older than you

you so self-centered

the games that you play

do as you please

you will anyway

of course you will see them

no use to pretend

for they are

younger than i

younger than i

those lemon haired ladies

and they will

win in the end.

Dory Previn

 

[Annierak]

What a talent eh? Thanks for introducing me to her music. Love it

 

[sojourner]

What a talent eh? Thanks for introducing me to her music. Love it

 

[Johnny Canuck3]

I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
Tears ran down my spine
I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcolm X got what was coming
He got what he asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every coloured boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
I'm glad the commies were thrown out
of the AFL-CIO board
I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
as long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

The people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I read New Republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the Democratic Party.
They want the U.N. to be strong
I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
But I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Except that the version I'm listening to is from the Phil Ochs memorial concert and sung by Oscar Brand, who added a few extra lyrics of his own taking a swipe at Jimmy Carter.

Thanks for that. Phil Ochs is one of those people you know about on the periphery, but don't really know much about at all. I'll have to listen to more of his stuff.

 

[sojourner]

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him even though you can.

Your beauty is beyond compare,
With flaming locks of auburn hair,
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring,
Your voice is soft like summer rain,
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene.
He talks about you in his sleep,
And there's nothing I can do to keep,
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him even though you can.

Now, I can easily understand,
How you could easily take my man,
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene.
Well, you could have your choice of men,
But I could never love again,
He's the only one for me, Jolene.
I had to have this talk with you,
My happiness depends on you,
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him even though you can.



oh yes

this track has excited me and made me cry in equal measure for the last 20 years, by dolly and the white stripes


quality

 

[Silva]

Clarity just confuses me
The lines drawn on a map
A strange assembly

When there's northerners in southerners
And westenders in eastenders
And sunny days in January
Left spaces in my diary

But the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
Coz the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while

Coz I know that
Apathy only ruined me
Hanging around waiting for calamity

And by the year four million
Our skins will be vermilion
I own a dartboard memory
So I'll forget any felony

But the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
For the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while

Coz I know that you know that we know they don't know what's going on

And the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while
For the demons never need to know
What the demons never got to see
As we fall in and out of line
Stay in touch now for a while

For the demons never need to read
What they never got around to write
A flirt with mediocrity
Comes with a heavy penalty
But the demons never need to read
What they never got around to write
A flirt with mediocrity
Comes with a heavy penalty

Coz I know that you know that we know they don't know what's going on

Should I buy it?

 

[El Jefe]

...

Except that the version I'm listening to is from the Phil Ochs memorial concert and sung by Oscar Brand, who added a few extra lyrics of his own taking a swipe at Jimmy Carter.

There's a fantastic version on Prairie Home Invasion by Jello Biafra and Mojo Nixon..