Conference back40::soapbox

    Chorus:
    
    heard the neighbor slam his car door
    don't he realize, this is respectable street?
    what d'you think he bought that car for?
    'cos he realize this is respectable street
    
    now they talk about abortions
    in cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters
    as the speak of contraception
    and immaculate receptions on their portable
    Sony entertainment center
    
    (chorus)
    
    now she speaks about diseases
    and which sex position pleases best her old man
    a vow lady fills the creases
    when she manages to sqeeze in past the caravans
    that never move from their front gardens
    
    (chorus)
    
    it's in the order of their hedgerows
    it's in the way their curtains open and close
    it's in the look they give you down their nose
    all part of decency's jigsaw I suppose
    
    Sunday church and they look fetching
    Saturday night saw him wretching over our fence
    bang the wall for me to turn down
    I can see them with their stern frown
    as they dispense the kind of look that says
    they're perfect
    
    (chorus)
    
    "Respectable Street"
    Andy Partridge
    XTC "Black Sea"
    (C) 1987 (P) 1980 Virgin Records

    a day in the life
    of a younger man
    social agenda with
    a master plan
    
    ideals incubating deep
    inside our heads
    romantic illusions in
    the things we said
    
    chorus:
    
    we watch the time click by
    frame by frame
    frame by frame
    a day a year a life
    frame by frame
    frame by frame
    
    you're quick to judge the past
    and things I've done
    you expect excuses
    but I offer none
    
    our feelings locked inside
    our own brick walls
    divided we stand
    but together we fall
    
    (chorus)
    
    pictures are projected
    onto blank white walls
    a chain of events
    that I can't recall
    
    (chorus)
    
    "Frame By Frame"
    Brian D. Markey
    Go2 "Energy"
    (C) (P) 1994 Marktime/BMI
    

    
    I see the clouds that move across the sky
    I see the wind that moves the clouds away
    It moves the clouds over by the building
    I pick the building that I want to live in
    I smell the pine trees and the peaches 
         in the woods
    I see the pine cones that fall by the highway
    That's the highway that goes to the building
    That's the building that I'm going to live in
         (it's over there)
    
    My building has every convenience
    It's going to make life easy for me
    It's going to be easy to get things done
    I will relax, along with my loved ones...loved ones,
         loved ones, visit the building
    Take the highway, park, and come up and see me
    I'll be working, working, but if you come visit,
    I'll put down what I'm doing, my friends 
         are important.
    Don't worry about me...don't you worry about me
    
    
    I see the states across this big nation
    I see the laws made in Washington D.C.
    I think of the ones I consider my favourites
    I think of the people that are working for me
    Some civil servants are just like my loved ones
    They work so hard, and they try to be strong
    I'm a lucky guy to live in my building
    They all need buildings to help them along
    (it's over there, over there)
    
    My building has every convenience
    It's going to make life easy for me
    It's going to be easy to get things done
    I will relax, along with my loved ones....loved ones,
         loved ones, visit the building
    Take the highway, park, and come up and see me
    I'll be working, working but if you come visit
    I'll put down what I'm doing, my friends 
         are important
    Don't worry about me...don't you worry about me
    
    
    David Byrne
    Talking Heads '77
    _Don't Worry About The Government_
                   

Row, Row, Row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily
Life is but a Dream.

	- "Row, Row, Row your boat"
	  Anonymous

    I get up when I want except on Wednesdays when I get rudely awoken
    by the dustman.
    I put my trousers on,have a cup of tea,and think about leaving
    the house.
    I feed the pegions,and sometimes I feed the sparrows too,it gives
    me a sense of enormous well being.
    Then i`m happy for the rest of the day,safe in the knowlege a bit
    of my heart is devoted to it.
    
    "Parklife" by Blur. Super Kinks type album.
    

ehhh	he  kkeeeee   tyyyiiueri   eeeeeeiiiiiii  eeeehhhhhh
(any of Bjork's songs)

    .6
    
    Resembled Dylans to me.

    Could've sworn that was Yoko.
    
    Brian

    
    Dans un sommeil que charmait ton image,
    Je revais le bonheur, ardent mirage;
    Tes yeux etaient plus doux, ta voix pure et sonore,
    Tu rayonnais comme un ciel eclaire par l'aurore.
    
    Tu m'appelais, et je quittais la terre
    Pour m'enfuir avec toi vers la lumiere;
    Les cieux pour nous entr'ouvraint leur nues,
    Splendeurs inconnues, lueurs divines entrevues...
    
    Helas, helas, triste reveil des songes!
    Je t'appelle, o nuit, rends-moi tes mensonges;
    Reviens, reviens radieuse,
    Reviens, o nuit mysterieuse!

    <-- What she said !  :^)

    
    a translation for the masses?

re 8.
no yokos songs are"uuuughhjghgf   uhhhhh    john  reryrtt wots hghrghfg
a gjgjgj bullet??? uuuuhhhhhhh"



apparently they have just brought out a  new mc cartney/lennon album called
"i wrote that one you b*st*rd".the first single will be called "who married 
the ugliest woman"

    I best not, I couldn't do it justice...  The 95% I "got" was enough to
    impress me with the gist, but I wouldn't presume either to clobber the
    art --
    
    or to embarrass meself en publique.
    
    |-{:-)
    

	same here, prop-head.  suffice to say that it's very romantic.  ;>

    
    <- BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!

    I don`t want to know about,what the rich are doing,
    I don`t want to go to places,where the rich are going.
    They think they`re so clever,
    they think they`re so right,
    but the truth is only know,
    by guttersnipes.
    
    We`re a garage band,
    we come from garage land.
    Wooooh,ahhhh,wooooh.
    wooooh,ahhhh,wooooh.
    
    You can`t help but pogo about whilst listening to the 1st Clash album.
    

    
    
    Johny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
    I'm on the pavement thinking 'bout the government
    a man in a trench coat back out. laid off
    say's he's got a bad cough 
    want's to get it paid off
    look out kid
    it's something you did
    God know's when but your doing it again
    you'd better duck down an ally-way
    looking for a new friend
    a man in a coonskin cap's in a pig pen
    want's 11 dollar bills
    - you've only got 10
    
    Maggie come fleet foot
    face full of black soot
    talking bout the plans to puy
    bugs in your bed but
    phones tapped any way
    must bust in early May
    orders from the DA
    look out kid 
    'something you did
    god knows when
    you'd better jump down a man hole
    light yourself a candle
    don't wear sandles 
    can't afford the scandle 
    don't want to be a bum
    you'd better chew gum
    the pump don't work
    'cos the vandles took the handle.....
    
    SUB-TERAINIAN HOME-SICK BLUES
    BOB DYLAN
    
    
    Something like that any way...

  Einstein disguised as Robin Hood
  with his memories in a trunk,
  passed this way an hour ago
  with his friend the jealous monk.

  He looked so immaculately frightful
  as he bumbed a cigarette,
  then went off sniffing drainpipes
  and reciting the alphabet.

  You would not know it to look at him
  but he was famous long ago
  for playing electric violin
  on Desolation Row.

                - B. Dylan

	there's a light - a certain kinda light
	that's never shown on me

Did the BeeGees have someone tightly holding part of their anatomy when
they sang that?

    
    That's not "shone"?

    
 >>   That's not "shone"?

	oh yeah, of course it is.  sorry.  DOY!  <slapping self on head>

    
    In that case, Jim can forget the pinch 8^).

    
>    In that case, Jim can forget the pinch 8^).


     no chance

Tangled Up In Blue

Early one mornin' the sun was shinin', I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin if she'd changed at all if her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side of the road rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess, but I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me as I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
We'll meet again someday on the avenue, tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much and one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone the past was close behind
I seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind,
And I just grew tangled up in blue

She was workin' in a topless place and I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face in the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't you know my name?"
I muttered somethin' under my breath
She studied the lines on my face, I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type.
Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street in a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night and revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves and something inside him died
She had to sell everything she owned and froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew, tangled up in blue

All the people we used to know they're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same we just saw it from another point of view
Tangled up in blue

    re .28
    
    one of bobby's finest. a classic.

    Yes,good lyrics from the boy Bob.
    

    isn't the first line of the last verse missing?

    Um, Debra, was the part about "...I bed you..." a freudian
    mistranslation?

    er, let me try that one again...

    My sleep enchanted by a vision of you,
    I dreamed in happiness, fond illusion;
    Your eyes were most tender, your voice was clear and firm,
    You were radiant as the sky in the splendor of dawn.
    
    You called to me, and I forsook the earth
    To fly away with you toward the light;
    The clouds of heaven divided for us,
    Unheard of brilliance, angelic glimpses half perceived...
    
    Alas, alas, sad waking out of dreams!
    I bid you, oh night, bring back your fictions;
    Come back, come back in splendor,
    Come back, mysterious night!

    
    We're talking major freudian slip here 8^).

    
    alright already...enough of this dylan dung...
    
    

    .38
    
    I ain't looking to compete with you 
    beat or treat or miss-treat you
    annalise you, catagorise you
    deny, defy or crucify you -
    
    All I really want to doooooooooooooo
    is baby be friends with you!
    
    BOB DYLAN
    
    Is there any worth is setting up a DYLANIC LITERATURE note?
    

    no

Knockin' On Heaven's Door

Mama, take this badge off of me, I can't use it anymore
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock, Knock, Knockin' on heaven's door

Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door

    
    <--- 
    
    actually, i like that song...but only when it is done by g&r or heart...
    
    
    

both versions suk!!

    Axle sounds like he's got his goolies all bunched up (as I mentioned
    I can sound like in the TTWA topic).  

    Axl Rose... a voice that suggests a combination of fingernails on a
    chalkboard and freestyle cat mutilation...
    
    -b

    has anyone heard maria carey's rendition of harry neilsons "without
    you"? i saw the video as well. now i don't like maria singin as a
    general rule. it's to far away from hank williams sr. but she does one
    helluva job on this one. and what a babe, all decked out in black for
    the video. what a babe.

    
    
    well, knockin' on heaven's door is one of the only songs by g&r i
    like...
    
    
    
    and y'all think whitney oversings????  when was the last time you
    listened to mariah carey???
    
    

    
    G&R does Knocking on Heaven's Door?  Cripes, don't those guys write ANY
    of their own songs?

    >and y'all think whitney oversings????  when was the last time you
    >listened to mariah carey???
    
    Well, since I think I was the one who made the comment about
    over-singing, I'll respond...
    
    Actually, I don't care for either one (Whitney or Mariah), or for that
    matter many other singers of that type. In popular music (I'm not
    talking opera when I say this), I don't like music where the song and
    the arrangement is of little significance... what the music is about is
    the singer bleeding their heart out. Phooey. I like it when all of the
    music is significant, and the singer is an integral part of the overall
    arrangment. A lot of popular music sounds, to me, like a canned
    soundtrack with karaoke. If the singer is going to be the focus of the
    music, the singer better be exceptional. Whitney, Mariah, et al are
    like the line in Jarassic Park: they're so impressed with the fact they
    can do it, they never stop to wonder if they should.
    
    -b

    re <<< Note 105.46 by HAAG::HAAG "Rode hard. Put up wet." >>>
    
    Well, I think we've found some common ground here Gene, appart from the
    turkey baster stuff I mean.
    
    Glenn

    yeah glenn. and she be one helluva babe.

>                           -< not to pick, but ... >-
>    isn't the first line of the last verse missing?

	a nit well picked.
	the missing line is:
	
So now I'm going back again, got to get to her somehow

	:-)

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet the connection
At her feet was a footloose man

I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of the views
sayin' "we're gonna vent our frustrations"
"If we don't we're gonna blow a 50 amp fuse"

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standin' in line with Mr Jimmy
And man did he look really ill

We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor; cherry red
I sang my song to Mr Jimmy
And he said one word to me, that was it

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of decpetion
well, I could tell by her blood-stained hands

    
    -1
    hint:
    the song is an ode to kevin costner

    "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by the Rolling Stones.  It's the
    tune they played in the movie, "The Big Chill" at the funeral for Alex,
    who committed suicide.  Alex was played by Kevin Costner, but totally
    edited from the final cut of the film.

    Sorry ... 
    .55 is in response to .53 and the hint in .54
    

    I am older now, 
    I have more than what I wanted.
    But, I wish that I had started long before I did.
    
    CS&N

Late last night the other day
Thought I'd go up and see Ray.
So I went up and I saw Ray,
And there was only one thing Ray could say -

I don't want a Pickle,
Just wanna ride on my motorsickle.
And I don't want a nickle,
Just wanna ride on my motorsickle.
And I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I don't wanna die,
Just wanna ride on my motor-sy-

				CLE!

    <--- Arlo and Alice's Restaurant intro

	.55
>    "You Can't Always Get What You Want" by the Rolling Stones.
	
	yup. the original version, featuring Al Kooper on French Horn.
	
	;-)

A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring,
tell me what you done it for, No I won't tell you a thing.
Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground,
all I leave behind me is only what I found.

If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play,
stranger ones have come by here before they flew away.
I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny,
I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die.

I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else
Spend all their time feeling sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin, your daddy's too fat

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if they give you some cash
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers - kill 'em tonight
You don't want to you; you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're making the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak

You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass

Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it

Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it
    

    
    That song offends me deeply.  I wonder if George's girlfriend is taking 
    any new clients?
             

	That's it.  I'm suing every last one of his multiple
	personalities.	
	
	Plus I've spilled coffee on myself and gotten a repetitive 
	stress injury from Next Unseen-ing.

	Get me Jim Sokolove's phone number!

    I'm afraid I don't quite follow yous.

	Follow me...

	Very good!  Very good!

    George's girlfriend? Clients?
    
    Well, for me, this song describes a lot of people I have the misfortune
    of dealing with. Particularly, and ex-husband of one of my best friends
    who blames everyone including me for the break-up of his marriage. I
    guess he didn't figure raping her was a good enough reason for it.
    
    Also, an ex-pastor who has refused to get over it.
    
    Glenn

In all seriousness, Glenn, I *loved* the words to
that one.  I have a list of people who deserve it,
but I'd probably only get big question-mark stares
in return.

First thing it brought to mind was the lawsuit-
happy folks in the U.S.  (Jim Sokolove's a heavily-
advertised ambulance chaser in Boston.)

joanne

    
    oh dear.  George's girlfriend is a lawyer...perhaps my attempt at humor 
    was a bit too small and feeble.                                       

    George who?
    
    HumoUr
    
    ;-)

    
    Meowski, darling, do try to keep up 8^).

    Yeah George who???
    
    

    
    Cripes, do I have to explain everything here?
    
    George aka Meowski.  Don't ask me to actually spell his last name; I
    have a hard enough time with mine.  
    
    (Hi George.  I'm taking your name in vain 8^).)
    

    
    He's the "dumb" Polack....
    

   An instrumental, perhaps?

    
    
    "...it's only fear that makes you run
    that feeling that your hiding from..."
    

    
    Little Bunny FooFoo
    Hopping through the forest
    Scooping up the field mice and
    Bopping 'em on the head.
    
    DOWN came the Good Fairy, and she said:
    "Little Bunny FooFoo,
    I don't want to see you
    Scooping up the field mice and
    Bopping 'em on the head.
    I'll give you THREE CHANCES
    And then I'm going to turn you
    Into a Goon."
    
    So the very next day...
    
    Little Bunny FooFoo
    Hopping through the forest
    Scooping up the field mice and
    Bopping 'em on the head.
    
    DOWN came the Good Fairy, and she said:
    "Little Bunny FooFoo,
    I don't want to see you
    Scooping up the field mice and
    Bopping 'em on the head.
    I'll give you TWO MORE CHANCES
    And then I'm going to turn you
    Into a Goon."
    
    So the very next day...
    
    Little Bunny FooFoo
    Hopping through the forest
    Scooping up the field mice and
    Bopping 'em on the head.
    
    DOWN came the Good Fairy, and she said:
    "Little Bunny FooFoo,
    I don't want to see you
    Scooping up the field mice and
    Bopping 'em on the head.
    I'll give you ONE MORE CHANCE
    And then I'm going to turn you
    Into a Goon."
    
    So the very next day...
    
    Little Bunny FooFoo
    Hopping through the forest
    Scooping up the field mice and
    Bopping 'em on the head.
    
    DOWN came the Good Fairy, and she said:
    "Little Bunny FooFoo,
    I don't want to see you
    Scooping up the field mice and
    Bopping 'em on the head.
    I gave you THREE CHANCES
    And now I'm going to turn you
    Into a Goon."
    
    POOF!
    
    And the moral of the story is,
    
    Hare-Today-Goon-Tomorrow.
    
    
    

  "little rabbit foomph" is funnier, i still contend.

	Anyone have the complete set of lyrics to
	"Men, men, men...  a ship all full of men"

	Something reminded me of it, and I'm only
	recalling bits/pieces.

	joanne

    re: Little Bunny FooFoo
    
    Disney changed "Bopping 'em on the head" to "Kissing them on the head"
    for their "Silly Songs" tape, which is otherwise pretty good for kids.
    
    If I remember, I'll enter another interesting example of Disney
    "messing with the words", in the Movies topic.
    
    Chris

    Up in the air, Junior Birdman,
    Up in the air, upside down!
    Is it a bird, plane, or Superman?
    No, it's only Junior Birdman, upside down!
    
    Send one boxtop,
    Or two boxbottoms,
    Or three boxsides,
    With one thin dime,
    Or two thick nickels,
    Or ten medium-sized pennies!
    
    Up in the air, Junior Birdman,
    Up in the air, upside down!
    Is it a bird, plane, or Superman?
    No it's only Junior Birdman, upside down!
    
    
    (1966, Geneva Glen Camp, Indian Hills, Colorado)
    
    Steve (who was employed on the maintenance crew)

    Don't worry
    About a thing
    Cos every little thing
    Gonna be alright
    
    Don't worry
    About a thing
    Cos every little thing
    Gonna be alright
    
    Rose up this morning
    Up with the rising sun
    Three little birds beside my doorstep
    Singing sweet songs
    Melodies pure and true
    Singing - this is my message to you
    
    Don't worry
    About a thing
    Cos every little thing
    Gonna be alright
    
    - Bob Marley
    
    who i'm sure won't mind this being repro'ed without permission from
    wherever he is looking down from

    Re:  .87  Joe
    
    Yeah, we did the backward-hand-mask thing, but I hadn't heard the
    different lyrics.  This past spring I was in the Morrison/Evergreen
    area and stopped by the camp (which hadn't opened for the summer). 
    Man, talk about "time-warp."  Nostalgia at it's finest.
    
    
    

    Question?
    
    Does anyone know the lyrics to "This Diamond Ring" by Gary Lewis and
    the Playboys?  Especially, the verse that begins, "This stone is....."
    
    It has been 'bugging' me for years, cannot understand what is being
    sung!
    

RE:       <<< Note 105.89 by ROCCER::MCKENNEY "Summun ius summa iniuria" >>>
                             -< This Diamond Ring >-

       
   > Does anyone know the lyrics to "This Diamond Ring" by Gary Lewis and
   > the Playboys?  Especially, the verse that begins, "This stone is....."
    

     Eeeesh...now this song will be going through my head for the rest of the 
     day I'm sure...


     "This stone is genuine, like love should be
      and if you're baby's truer than mine was to me
      This diamond ring can be something beautiful
      this diamond ring can be dreams that are coming true
      and then your heart won't have to break like mine did
      if there's love behind it"


    I can't think of the rest of the lyrics at the moment.


 Jim

 Beatcha, Deb!

    
    You sure did 8^p.  

    This diamond ring doesn't shine for me anymore
    and this diamond ring doesn't doo doo doo doo dee dee
    :-)

 Ayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

    .94
    
    I wanna hold yer hand
    I wanna hold yer haaaaaannnnd
    I wanna hold yer hand!

    
    What'll I do
    When you
    Are far away
    And I am blue?
    What'll I do?

    .96
    
    What'll I do???  Ask er, uh, whats her name, Rose something or other!

You could say I lost my faith in science and progress
You could say I lost my faith in the Holy Church
You could saY i lost my sense of direction
You could say all of this and worse but

If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do

Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world
You could say I lost my faith in he people on TV
You could say I lost my faith in our politicians
They all seemed like game show hosts to me.

If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do

I could be lost inside their lies without a trace
But every time I close my eyes I see your face
I never saw no miracle of science
That didn't go from a blessing to a curse
I never saw no military solution
That didn't always end up as something worse but
Let me say this first

If I ever lose my faith in you
There'd be nothing left for me to do
If I ever lose my faith 
If I ever lose my faith 
If I ever lose my faith 
If I ever lose my faith in you


    

    
    sting, isn't it??? or the police??
    
    

 Lyrical snarf!

    Sting it is.

    
    HUH!

    I like it
    Uh huh uh huh :-)

    So the corset is loosening then?

    .104
    
    :-)

    
    I can't hide the way I feel about you anymore
    I can't hold the hurt inside, keep the pain out of my eyes anymore
    My tears no longer waiting, my resistance ain't that strong
    My mind keeps recreating a life with you alone
    And I'm tired of pretending I don't love you anymore.
    
    Let me make one last appeal to show you how I feel about you
    Cause there's no one else I swear that holds a candle anywhere next to
    you
    My heart can't take the beating, not having you to hold
    A small voice keeps repeating deep inside my soul
    It says I can't keep pretending I don't love you anymore.
    
    I've got to take the chance or let it pass by
    If I expect to get on with my life
    
    My tears no longer waiting, my resistance ain't that strong
    My mind keeps recreating a life with you alone
    And I'm tired of pretending I don't love you anymore.

    
    The lights are on - but you're not home
    Your mind is not your own
    Your heart sweats, your body shakes;
    Another kiss is what it takes
    You can't sleep, no, you can't eat
    There's no doubt - you're in deep
    Your throat is tight, you can't breathe,
    Another kiss is all you need
    You like to think that you're immune to the stuff - 
    Oh yeah?
    It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough - 
    You know you're gonna have to face it;
    You're addicted to love
    
    You see the signs - but you can't read;
    You're running at a different speed
    Your heart beats in double time,
    Another kiss and you'll be mine
    A one-track mind, you can't be saved;
    Oblivion is all you crave
    If there's some left for you
    You don't mind if you do
    
    You like to think that you're immune to the stuff - 
    Oh yeah?
    It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough - 
    You know you're gonna have to face it;
    You're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
    
    The lights are on, but you're not home
    Your will is not your own
    Your heart sweats, your teeth grind
    Another kiss and you'll be mine
                             
    You like to think that you're immune to the stuff - 
    Oh yeah?
    It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough - 
    You know you're gonna have to face it;
    You're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love.
      

    
    Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,
    Hm hm hm hm hm
    Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore,
    Hm hm hm hm hm
    He steals from the hm
    And gives hm hm hm
    Dennis Moore
    Dennis Hm
    Hm hm hm.

    Speaking of food and Hermans etc.......
    
    Herman met Sally on the beach one night
    The moon was shining, the starfish were bright
    He looked at her and she looked at him
    and it was true love at first sight.  
    
    Bonus points if you can finish the next verse.  

    >Herman met Sally on the beach one night
>    The moon was shining, the starfish were bright or (the sea was calm, the...)
>    He looked at her and she looked at him
>    and it was true love at first sight.  
    
    Now Herman told his folks about the girl he found
    and they said "Herman! There must be other girls around.
    'cause crabs walk sideways and lobsters walk straight
    and we won't let you take her for your mate"
    

    Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
    We know Major Tom's a junkie.
    

    
    David Bowie

    who's this herman anyway...

I was watching a special on rock music about ten years ago.  The expert
claimed the following part of this song, "Sheep" from the Pink Floyd album,
"Animals" came from the Book of Shadows, an extension of the Satanic Bible
You will recognize the parody of Psalm 23 below.  Can anybody confirm this?

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Re: .14 Jack

>    -Pink Floyd's song, Sheep...taken from the Book of Shadows, a n
>     extension to the Satanic Bible.  Makes a mockery of the well known 
>     Psalm 23.  Makes God out to be some ruthless butcher. 
    
I'd like to see documentation for your claim that the 23rd Psalm parody in
"Sheep" is taken from the Book of Shadows.

"Sheep" is from Pink Floyd's "Animals" album, which was released in 1977.
The album has a similar theme to George Orwell's book "Animal Farm":
people are symbolized as being Pigs, Dogs and Sheep.  In the song "Sheep",
the sheep overthrow their oppressors with a violent revolution:

	Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
	Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
	You'd better watch out
	There may be dogs about
	I've looked over Jordan and I have seen
	Things are not what they seem

	What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
	Meek and obedient you follow the leader
	Down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel
	What a surprise!
	A look of terminal shock in your eyes
	Now things are really what they seem
	No, this is not a bad dream

********	The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
		He makes me down to lie
		Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by
		With bright knives he releaseth my soul
		Me maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
		He coverteth me to lamb cutlets
		For lo, he hath great power, and great hunger
		When comes the day we lowly ones
		Through quiet reflection, and great dedication,
		Master the art of karate
		Lo, we shall rise up,
		And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water

	Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream
	Wave upon wave of demented avengers
	March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream

	Have you heard the news?
	The dogs are dead!
	You better stay home and do as you're told
	Get out of the road if you want to grow old

The song isn't saying that God is a butcher, but that the dogs and pigs
are butchers.

				-- Bob

    Complete nonsense.

    re: .110 
    
    Close, but that's not the right next verse. At least I don't think it
    is. :-).
    
    RE: P.F. and Sheep.  Where's Haag when ya need him? :-)  

    No..no..no...Not the reactionary chite again!  If the lyrics aren't
    from the Book of Shadows, that's perfectly fine.  I am just trying to
    find out if this is indeed a fact or not.  Glenn, do you know FOR SURE
    that this is complete nonsense, or are you just doing too many whirly
    twirlies again?!

    
    No such thing as too many whirly twirlies.

    I s'pose those lyrics COULD have come from that book if the person
    reading them and trying to write a song did enough drugs. The right
    mind-altering substances could have made the lyracist think they were
    really onto something ... other than a good buzzz of course.
    
    
    

    Agreed.  Anton LaVaye, writer of the Satanic Bible, openly he gets
    involved in this stuff as a publicity stunt.  Doesn't even believe in
    Satan.  Again, I just want to know from anybody if this is the source.
    
    -Jack

    No, it is not.

    Thank you!

    In that one-hit-wonder song "More Today Than Yesterday" by the
    Spiral Starecase (or however they misspelled it), what's the line
    that comes before "Cupid, we don't need you now, be on your way"?
    The line ends with something like "springtime's just a day away",
    but I could never make out the first few words of the line.
    
    And since I hear the song "more today than yesterday" when it first
    came out, I figured I'd try to solve this lingering mystery...
    
    Chris

	chris, i have exactly the same problem with it, and i have the
	45.  i keep thinking maybe it's "always seems that springtime's
	just a day away", but i'm not convinced that's right.

	fwustwating, ain't it?  ;>

	di

    Yeah, it is frustrating... :-)  I'd pay cash money for a book full
    of "Actual Song Lyrics from Incoherent 1960's Singers".  There must
    be dozens of such unsolved mysteries.
    
    I just solved one from the Beatles (which you'd think would be all
    solved by now), that had remained a mystery because Lennon had
    double-tracked a song ("Slow Down") but had sung different words
    "simultaneously" in each of the tracks during one line (as closely
    as I can figure):
    
    		But now you got a fella down the street
    		But now you don't care a dime for me
    					(damn? :-))
    
    It's life little mysteries that make it interesting, I guess...
    
    Chris

	.126 interesting.  i love it when you've been listening to
	something for 20 years, trying to figure out a line, and then
	all of a sudden, when you're not really paying attention, you
	understand it.  another puzzle piece falls into place.

	i'd pay good money for that book, too.  ;>

    Actually, there is another Beatles song where it is hard to understand
    the words.  At the end of "I Am The Walrus", it goes into about a two
    minute ending.  Are the voices saying over and over..."Everybody Smokes
    Pot..Everybody Smokes Pot..." or are they saying, "Everybody
    Multiplying...Everybody Multiplying..."  If you listen to it, it sounds
    like they could be saying either one!
    
    -Jack

    
    Hmm, I thought it was "everybody's got one".

 RE .126



 I've wondered about that one for a long time...thanks!




 (isn't that a Carl Perkins tune?



Jim

    re:  "Slow Down"
    
    I think it was Larry Williams, but they did a few of Carl Perkins'
    songs as well (he was in the studio when they recorded "Matchbox").
    I think Larry Williams also wrote and/or performed "Dizzy Miss Lizzie"
    originally.
    
    The only reason I "got" the "Slow Down" lyric (I have to listen again
    to make sure) was that they do the song on the recently-released
    BBC double-CD set, and they didn't double-track the lyric (even
    though the performances were pre-recorded in the studio a few days
    or so before air time), so I could make out what he was saying. :-)
    
    If you like the older-style Beatles stuff, by the way, check out
    "Soldier of Love" on that new CD.
    
    re: "I Am the Walrus"
    
    I don't know, sorry... I gave up trying to understand the Beatles
    after Sergeant Pepper!  :-)
    
    Chris

 Matchbox...that's right.  I got that one confuse with Slow Down..



I've got the new CD (BBC) but haven't listened to it all yet :-/





Jim

    Street`s like a jungle,
    so call the Police,
    following the herd,
    down to Greece - on holiday.
    
    It`s up in 90`s,
    it`s paradise,
    on sunny beaches,
    take your chances,
    
    on boys who like girls who like boys who dig girls who love boys who
    like boys who always should be someone you really looooooove.
    
    What a crap song. But catchy.
    

    An oldie.  Perhaps George will sing it for us 8^).
    
    
    
    I Am The Very Model of a Microsoft Executive
    
    (By Brad Rhodes, with inspiration from Lincoln Spector's "The Pirates of
     Pentium" and apologies to Sir William Gilbert...)

    Bill Gates:
    I am the very model of a Microsoft Executive
    Work sixteen hours ev'ry shift on days that are consecutive
    I make a line of software that is of the highest quality
    But leave in bugs to fix in upgrades in perpetuality
    
    Though some might claim that we compete in ways that are not very just
    That's just vindictive rumor spun by folks who can't compete with us
    Besides they cannot prove a thing, no judge will ever take their side
    We'll crush them with our lawyers known for litigation far and wide.
    
    Chorus:
    He'll crush them with his lawyers known for litigation far and wide!
    He'll crush them with his lawyers known for litigation far and wide!
    He'll crush them with his lawyers known for litigation far and far and wide!

    Gates:
    My coders work a schedule bordering on impropriety
    But they'll still work for peanuts til they're vested in entirety
    I'm sure that you will all agree that this is all inde-cu-tive
    That I'm the very model of a Microsoft Executive!
    
    Chorus:
    I'm sure that you will all agree that this is all inde-cu-tive
    He is the very model of a Microsoft Executive!

    Gates:
    We made our windows system one which we hold in propriety
    And tweak it every now and then to screw up Lotus 1-2-3
    Developing for Windows makes our competition often frown
    They haven't any choice -- our system is the only game in town.

    We'll use people's inventions that will make our software sell the best
    Idea is the first step but the market is the real test
    And though we may use other's thoughts and intellectual property
    Stealing's such a nasty word, we like to call it R&D.

    Chorus:
    Stealing's such a nasty word, he likes to call it R&D.
    Stealing's such a nasty word, he likes to call it R&D.
    Stealing's such a nasty word, he likes to call it R&-R&D.

    Gates [faster]:
    My business tactics are compared with Henry Ford and Genghis Khan
    They built me up from nerdy kid to billionaire and then beyond
    And while my competition spews out words full of invec-u-tive
    I am the very model of a Microsoft Executive!

    Chorus:
    And while his competition spews out words full of invec-u-tive
    He is the very model of a Microsoft Executive!

    my analyst told me
    that i was right out of my head...
    
    ...they say as a child
    i appeared a little bit wild
    with all my crazy ideas.
    but i knew what was happ'ning
    i knew iiiiii was a geeeenius
    what's so strange when you know that you're a wizard at three
    i knew that this was meant to be.
    
    well i heard little children are supposed to sleep tight
    that's why i got into the vodka one night
    my parents got frantic didn't know what to do
    but i saw some crazy scenes before i came too now
    do you think i was crazy?
    i may have been only three but i was swingin'
    .....
    
    ...edison and also einstein
    so why should i feel sorry if they just couldn't understand
    the idiomatic logic that went on my head...
    
    ...i remember when they used to laugh at me
    when i began to cry on one of those double decker buses
    because there was no driver on the top
    (the chick is twisted)
    
    my analyst told me
    that i was right out of my head
    but i said dear doctor
    i think that its you instead
    because i 
    have got a thing that's unique and new
    to prove it i'll have the 
    last laugh on you
    'cause instead of one head
    i got two.
    

    Johnny Denver?

	joni mitchell.

    
    that's right!  On the album "Court and Spark" - probably my favorite
    album of all time.  This would be followed by "Goodbye Yellow Brick
    Road" by Elton Jeff, I mean Elton John.
    
    jeff

	you really butchered the words tho  ;-)

Bzzt!  Joni Mitchell did a _cover_ of "Twisted."  Who did the original?

<--- I knew that. ;-)

 RE .135


 Pat Boone? ;-)

    
    Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross.  Annie Ross sang the vocal.

    
    Oh, and Jon Hendricks wrote the lyrics.  He and Dave Lambert sang backup.
    What do I win?
    

	An all-expenses-paid-wonder-date with a man who has his
	own teeth, of course.

    <-- 8^)
    
    
    {tap tap tap}
    
    ...I'm waiting...
    
    {tap tap tap}

You get a seeing-eye dog so you won't have to tap that cane anymore.

    They're called guide dogs.

   re: Note 20.1463 (the ABORTION note)...

    >>As I'm reading these notes I seem to recall the words of some
    >>famous fellow who said, "Judge not, lest ye be judged." or 
    >>something to that effect.  


    i think it was Metallica:

  The crap rolls out your mouth again
  Haven't changed, your brain's still gelatin
  Little whispers circle around your head
  Why don't you worry about yourself instead

  Who are you? Where ya been? Where ya from?
  Gossip is burning on the tip of your tounge
  You lie so much you believe yourself
  JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE JUDGED YOURSELF

    Holier than thou
    You are
    Holier than thou
    You are
    You know not!

  Before you judge me take a look at you
  Can't you fund something better to do
  Point the finger, slow to understand
  Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand

  It's not who you are it's who you know
  Others lives are the basis of your own
  Burn your bridges build them back with wealth
  JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE JUDGED YOURSELF

    Holier than thou
    You are
    Holier than thou
    You are
    You know not!

Not necessarily the world's greatest pop song,

Werewolves of London.

This is really swingy, and I love that lyric:

	Saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic'
	His hair was perfect!

    .153
    
    even lighter
    
    up up and away like a beatiful baloon... 

    
    "Send Lawyers Guns and Money" is better...
    

    
>>    up up and away like a beatiful baloon... 

	That's "Up, up, and away, in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon."
	Regrettably, I'm quite familiar with this tune, since I was given
	the unfortunate task of playing it on piano while the rest of the
	seniors sang it, in high school.  Ah... moments of glory.

    
    
    >>> Werewolves of London
    >>>"Send Lawyers Guns and Money" is better...
    
    	Well Mr. Bad Example was better than both of them!!!
    
    -mike
    

    Born Free...

    yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy

    Jam up and Jelly Tight
    my my my my baby yeah your outtasight
    

    
    <-- oh, and you chastised me for my penis song 8^).

    
| <-- oh, and you chastised me for my penis song 8^).


	Were you referring to her .159 Deb? 

    
    No, the .160...jam up and jelly tight 8^)?!  Ooh-er ;^).
    

    Well when I was 10 years old "Jam up and Jelly Tight" was a dance
    called the popcorn to me, any way.
    
    :-)

London, England:

Tiny Tim is using his falsetto warble to serenade another
cultural phenomenon: Tonya Harding.

The ukelele-strumming performer, best known for his 27-year-
old rendition of the classic "Tiptoe Through the Tulips,"
feels sorry for the dethroned princess.

"That poor girl went through a terrible trauma," the 63-
year-old singer said Thursday before performing at a
business fair.

He sang a few bars of "The Ice Skater's Song" before the
show:

"Though you are sighing,
	though you are crying,
and everything has gone wrong.
	the world is waiting,
keep on skating,
	skate to the ice skater's Song"

The song is on his new recording, "Songs of an Impotent
Troubadour," which is set for release in England.

    
    I ride a big blue roan,
    I carry all I own,
    In the pouches of my saddlebag,
    With my bedroll tied behind..

	i did it for......jonny.....

	sleep all day, drive all nite
	I know where you're going
	I don't think you're acting right
	You don't think it's showing.

	.169  sounds like Walsh, but maybe that's some other
	      song i'm thinking of.

	James Gang    :-)

    Re: .168
    
    Don't get me started on Julie Brown.  Oops, too late.
    
    When I need something to help me unwind
    I find a six-foot baby with a one-track mind.
    Smart guys are nowhere, they make demands.
    Give me a moron with talented hands.
    When I'm bar-hopping and they say last call,
    I start shopping for a Neanderthal.
    
    The bigger they are, the harder I fall.
    In love 'til we're done, and then they're out in the hall.
    I like 'em big and -- stupid!
    I like 'em big and real dumb.
    I like 'em big and stupid!
    
    What kind of guy does a lot for me?
    Superman with a lobotomy.
    My father's out of Harvard, my brother's out of Yale.
    Well, the guy I took home last night just got out of jail.
    The way he grabbed and threw me, ooh, it really made me hot,
    But the way he growled and bit me, I hope he had his shots.
    
    The bigger they are, the harder they work.
    I've got a soft spot for a good-looking jerk.
    I like 'em big and -- stupid!
    I like 'em big and real dumb.
    I like 'em big and stupid!
    
    I met a guy who drives a truck.
    He can't tell time but he sure can -- drive.
    I asked his name and he had to think.
    Could I have found the missing link?
    He's so stupid, you know what he said?
    Well, I forgot what he said 'cause it's so STUPID!
    
    (repeat chorus)

She never tells me where she's been
except when she's had too much to drink
I tell her that it's ok
as I run my hand through her dark hair
and pray, oh Lord let me fly away

I woke up alone one morning
There was a note by the telephone
she said, maybe I'll be back someday
I wanted to go look for her
When she walked in the door,
I didn't know what to say.
So I sat down on the couch, had a beer,
and felt for sorry for myself.

>>So I sat down on the couch, had a beer,
>>and felt for sorry for myself.

	and i'll bet that couch was in the living room too -
	another spineless conformist.

    
    
    Hootie and the Blowfish, can't remember the name of the tune, but it's
    a darn good one.
    
    
    Mike

Let her Cry.

    
    re Topaz
    
    I think she means riding in the equestrian sense.

 "Oh Diana you're the most"







 

    
    
    then there's "dirty diana"...
    
    

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, please, Diana"

ME

    Ok, ok....calm down...Could some kind mortal please enter the lyrics
    to light my fire by The Doors.

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle aged that don't mean
I wanta sit around the house and watch TV
I want the real life
I want to live the real life

It don't matter how old you are
Or how old one appears to be
I guess it boils down to what we do with our lives
How we deal with our destinies
But sometimes there comes a certain age
Especially for those that are young at heart
It's a lonely proposition when you realize
That there's less days in front of the horse
Than riding in the back of the cart

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle aged that don't mean
I wanta sit around the house and watch TV
I want the real life
I want to live the real life

    
    
    John Mellancamp, not sure of the title of the song.
    

	
I think, I think I am, therefore I am, I think.


               Of course you are my bright little star,
                I've miles
                 And miles
                  Of files
              Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
                                     and now to suit our
                                       great computer,
             You're magnetic ink.



I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.


                               There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
                                Face piles
                                 And piles
                                 Of trials
                               With smiles.
                                    It riles them to believe
                                           that you perceive
                                          the web they weave
                                   And keep on thinking free.


	
	
	

    Moody Blues and the title just left my tiny little head.:-/

    `Beverley Crusher', sung to the tune of `Eleanor Rigby'.
     by Pierre Savoie


    Iiii'm healing all the wounded crew-men
    Iiii'm healing all the wounded crew-men

    Beverley Crusher
    Caught in a rut, on a ship, with a son, who's a geek
    Week after we-ek!

    Jean-Luc Picard
    Once he confessed, to a love, when cut off, from his ship
    Who writes these scri-ipts?

    CHORUS:

    All the silly plot lines
    Where DO they all come from?
    All the silly plot lines
    Where DO they all belong?

    Geordi Lafo-orge
    It must be tough, to pick up girls, with that set of specs
    What about se-ex?
    
    Will-i-am Riker
    He's always next, in command, for those Enterprise things
    Wait in the wi-ings!

    All the silly plot lines
    Where DO they all come from?
    All the silly plot lines
    Where DO they all belong?

    Dunno why,but this old ditty just came into my head.
    
    She was a girl from Birmingham,
    she`d just had an abortion.
    She was a case of insanity,
    she was a......disgrace.
    
    Bodies,i`m not an animal.
    
    Why can`t they write decent songs like that any more. You know,ones
    with tunes.
    

re; .186 The song is called "In The Begining" from the album _On The
	 Threshold Of A Dream_
	
	jay

	how about this one? ...
	
Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch.
There's something,
Inside that we need so much,
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an arquebus deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up,
Thru tarmack, to the sun again,
Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing,
To lie in the meadow and hear the grass sing,
To have all these things in our memories hoard,
And to use them,
To help us,
To find...

        "Silver minnows were devising
        Water ballets so surprising
        and a mouse played a daffodil ..."
        

    
    Everything I want,
    He gives it to me-e-e.
    Everything I want,
    He gives it, but not for free.
     Hateful.
    
    from The Clash's London Calling, of course.

    All along the westway,
    in and out the lights.
    What a great traffic system,
    if feels so right.
    I can`t think of a better way,
    to spend the night,
    than driving in and out,
    under the yellow lights.
    
    London`s burning with boredom now,
    London`s burning all na-na-na-na night.
    
    From the Clash`s London`s Burning.
    

    
    All last summer in case you don't recall
    I was yours & you were mine forget it all
    Is there a line that I could write
    Sad enough to make you cry

Public servant
Public slave
It's one big long slide from the cradle to the grave
Can't remember why you're still in the race
To be a public servant
Public slave

You got to know who satan is
You know you made him come alive
You let the yahoos write the script
When you sold your soul to survive
I only want to hear my voice
Come on and hit me where I live
Let's imagine we have a choice
Let's pretend we're pursuasive

(chorus)

I guess it keeps you off the street
I guess you couldn't find honest work
And you're contented to follow the fleet
hanging round with the world class jerks
I guess you can't have too little class
Sometimes it pays to have no soul
Just keep your mindset in the past
And your head up your a--hole

It's not as if we couldn't cope
It's not as if the pope eloped
It's just as if you're out of rope
And if you can't stand twice as tall
If you're too afraid to fall
If you haven't got the
Haven't got the balls
Cut 'em loose

[Todd Rundgren: "Public Servent";
from "Second Wind"; Warner Bros. Records;
Copyright (C) 1990 TR/Fiction Music Inc.]

 Mama hated diesels so bad
 I guess I knew it was somethin' 
 to do with Dad
 The first I ever seen her cry
 was after one of them things went by
 Mama hated diesels so bad

    
    Happy Birthday to you
    Happy Birthday to you
    Happy Birthday dear Bob
    Happy Birthday to you!  

How Old are you now?
How Old are you now?
How Old are you now, Bob?
How Old are you now?

    a musical...

    SNARF!

re: .197

Thanks!

re: .198

I'm 29 in hex.  Next year I get to be 'the answer'.

Bob

. . . 

Her tender lips (her tender lips)
Are sweeter than HOOO-O-NEY
And Wolverton Mountain
Protects her THEEE-ERE.

The bears and the birds
Tell Clifton Clowers
If a stranger
Should enter there.

. . . . 

    
    I'm feeling a bit troubled.

I (thankfully) can't remember the _artiste_ but I betcha Jim can.

>>I (thankfully) can't remember the _artiste_ but I betcha Jim can.

	I certainly heard it enough times at home that I could
	remember if I strained my brain.  Or I could call my mother,
	but there's a good chance she's watching "The Waltons".
	

They did a little bit of light yodeling in the background
on that one, too, didn't they.

Lovely, that. Yodeling.

It's dreck, but there is good yodeling -- Jimmy Rodgers, for example.

    take it to the wrost vocalists of all times please before this turns
    into a religious zealots with guns and assault postage stamps note.

I was careful to confine the guns to the entries in 17, Brian.

:^)

    very good Jack-boy-Bob :-)

	Eddie Arnold maybe?

Maybe what? Sang that song?

I don't think so, but could be mistaken . . . 

Greeeeen Acres is the place to be,
Faaaarm living is the life for me,
Laaand stretching out so far and wide,
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.

  New York is where I'd rather stay,
  I get allergic smelling hay,
  ...

>I (thankfully) can't remember the _artiste_ but I betcha Jim can.



  When I was a kid in California we had a neighbor who listened to country
  (or what we called "hillbilly") and I came to love that song..I can't quite
  remember the artist, but with a quick phone call to my friend Ron, I'll 
  have it..here we go..Claude King is the artiste.




  Jim

>>Laaand stretching out so far and wide,

	thought it was "spreadin'"

Di, I defer to you.

>>                             -< How's my torture? >-

 unrivaled.

	Claude King.  Oh - never heard of him.  But, I found out 
	that the version we had at home was sung by Nat King Cole.

 I think ol' Claude was probably a one hit wonder (or else he came out with
 another song that sounded just like Wolverton Mountain then disappeared..though
 I didn't ask, I bet my friend Ron will have an album of his).




 Jim

    
    Naah, naah, Eddy Arnold did classics like "What's He Doing In My World"
    and "Make The World Go Away".
    

Nat King Cole did a version of "Wolverton Mountain"?

Far out . . . 

    
>>    Naah, naah, Eddy Arnold did classics like "What's He Doing In My World"
>>    and "Make The World Go Away".

    Tell me about it.  We listened to this stuff over and over and over
    and, well, over.
    

    
    Di!
    
    Did you really?  My family up and moved to Italy unexpectedly when I was 
    in kindergarten, and the only record my mother brought (Lord knows why)
    was that Eddy Arnold album with "MTWGA" and "WHDIMY" and this winner,
    "Mary Claire Malvina Rebecca Jane".
    
    I can still sing word for word every song on that album.

    
>>    Did you really?  

	Yah, Deb.  Thanks for correcting my spelling of Eddy too.  ;>
	My mother went through an Eddy Arnold phase that was quite
	serious.  She's okay now though.  

	Now I'm confused - did Eddy do "Put your sweet lips a little
	closer to the phone..." too?  Was that on there?  Or
	was that someone else?   	

    
    That was him, and it's on that album.
    
    "Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone
    Let's pretend that we're together all alone
    I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low
    And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go."
    

>>      <<< Note 105.225 by POWDML::LAUER "Little Chamber of Fuzzy Faces" >>>

	My soul sister!  ;>

	That's the only verse I could remember just now, but yes, I used
	to know every word of that album by heart too.  It would come
	right back, I'm sure. ;>


	   

    
    I think I recorded the album on a cassette a few years ago - I'll see
    if I can dig it out.  I put a Burl Ives album of cowboy-type songs on
    the other side 8^). 

    This troubles me.

>	Now I'm confused - did Eddy do "Put your sweet lips a little
>	closer to the phone..." too?  Was that on there?  Or
>	was that someone else?   	


  Mr. Arnold may have done it, but it was originally recorded by Jim Reeves.




 Jim

    
    Oh, my mother loved Jim Reeves, too.  Even more than Eddy Arnold.

 I think every woman loved Jim Reeves.







 Jim

    I did.
    
    Hildegard

    
    
    jim reeves...was he a ball player????
    
    

    
    You know...now I'm beginning to wonder if "He'll Have To Go" really IS
    on that Eddy Arnold album.  I have to find that tape...

    
    **NEWSFLASH**
    
    I was wrong twice yesterday 8^(.  "He'll Have To Go" isn't on the Eddy
    Arnold album; I listened to it last night.
    
    Still a darn good album, tho.  Except for "Mary Claire Malvina Rebecca
    Jane" 8^).

	.235  That explains why I couldn't hear him singing "turn the
	jukebox way down
			 .
			  .
			   .
			    lowwww", in my head.  Must have been Reeves. ;>

 Told you so, di!






 Jim

    
    What's he doing in my world?
    What's he doing holding my girl?
    If it's true he's just a friend
    Why were you kissing him?
    And what's he doing in my world?
    
    What's he doing in my world?
    We don't need him in our world.
    If your love is really true
    Tell him our world's made for two
    And what's he doing in my world?
    
    Oh don't let me keep on wondering
    Just what you're gonna do
    Wondering if the one I love
    Loves somebody new...
    
    What's he doing in my world?
    What's he doing holding my girl?
    If he's not more than just a friend
    explain those kisses you gave him
    And what's he doing in my world? 

> Told you so, di!

	Yes, I remember that quite clearly, since it
	was less than an hour ago. ;>

	Eddy Arnold, wasn't he on Green Acres? 

	Does anyone know the name of the song from the 70's where the xylophone
was a major instrument in the song?



Glen

    
    No.
    
    Moonlight Feels Right, by Starbuck.

	Lorrrrrrrd only knowwws....
	Whhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyy why I LOVVVVVE you so
	You're a HEARTLESS man
	Why do you need to be
	Why are you....
        <name of song>

 Eddie Albert was on Green Acres.




 JIm

    
    
    and arnold was the pig...
    
    
    

| <<< Note 105.241 by POWDML::LAUER "Little Chamber of Fuzzy Faces" >>>


| No.

	Then who was the Eddie Arnold on Green Acres? (or is his name something
else?)

| Moonlight Feels Right, by Starbuck.

	YES! Thanks!

	Thanks Jim and raq!!!!! 

    
    What do I win?

| <<< Note 105.247 by POWDML::LAUER "Little Chamber of Fuzzy Faces" >>>


| What do I win?


	A DREAM DATE WITH OX!!!!

    .245
    
    His name was something else.  Like Eddie Albert.

re .245, .249:

See .243.

 10-4

You might not know the band.... but can you tell who the song
is about?

	Here on the outskirts of life
	Dreams seldom come true
	Flippin' thru photographs, emotional holographs
	Cutouts of all the figures you might've been
	Reflections of a life you once lived

	As the evening descends
	Your conscious of every breath
	Every moment is a crisis, I guess
	Starin' out the window of your hotel room
	You lit one too many fires underneath that spoon
	Your deserve the chosen few
	Real life just out of view

	Yea but that's just here
	On the outskirts of your life

	There's a picture we've all seen
	It was taken in the lobby of the L.A. Ambassador Hotel
	It's the silhouette of a man in another's arms
	So turn off your tv's, and let that train go home
	'Cause eveyone warned you that California
	Wasn't going to be the end
	No California wasn't gonna be the end

	So tell me where can you hide when
	the whole world is ugly and strange
	Yea where can you turn when
	this whole world knows your name
	And these four walls are screamin'
	And all your friends were so deceiving
	Yea you forgot the lines to a part you rehearsed so well
	Lyin' awake in the Brazilian Court Hotel

	But that's just here
	On the outskirts
	Of your life

    Is there any connection with Bobby Moore,the England defender who was
    wrongly accused of stealing some jewelry in the 1970 World Cup?
    
    Er,probably not I would guess.
    

    
    River Phoenix ?
    
    Drew Barrimore ?

    Moonlight....Feels Right...
    
    Actually, there was an Xylophone solo in the middle.  It wasn't the
    primary instrument of the song.
    
    An organ with synthesizer was!
    
    -Jack

    re .254 - Ol' Dave got an eyeful of Drew Barrymore (sp?) last night!
    
    Dan

    Yeah, I hear she almost put an eye out with those things.

Well....... it *was* his birthday after all...


And for more hints about the song... the clue is in the names of the two
hotels where two tragic events actually took place.  The lyrics are about
the person involved in the 2nd tragic event.

    If I could make a wish I think I'd pass
    cant think of anything I need
    no cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
    nothing to eat no books to read
    making love with you has left me peaceful warm and tired
    what more could I ask
    there's nothing left to be desired.
    
    Love the song, can't remember the group. 
    
    joan

    
    The Air That I Breathe by The Hollies

    
    
    hey!!!  you're early!!
    
    
    :> ;>
    
    

    
    I was here before 8:15 today.  Really.

 When I was just a little bitty kid
 I remember one thing Mama said
 Daddy sends you all of his love from the 'frisco Bay

 Well, I never understood til I was grown
 why my Daddy never spent a little time at home
 'stead of  roamin' round the contry thataway.


  Now I'm lookin' at the world through a windshield
 watchin' it fly by me on the right

 well there's a cute little honey I'm dyin to see in Nashville
 and I'm down around Dallas and rollin' down south tonight..



 Jim

Re .252

The Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles is where RFK was assassinated.  Haven't
a clue about the Brazilian Court.

Paul

<-----   Close enough!   The song is about David (?) Kennedy who died of 
a drug overdose in the Brazilian court hotel.

And the band is "Blue Rodeo", a Canadian fav of mine.

What a sight for my eyes
to see you in sleep.
Could it stop the sun rise
hearing you weep?
You're not seen, you're not heard
but I stand by my word.
Came a thousand miles
just to catch you while you're smiling.

What a day for laughter
and walking at night.
Me following after, your hand holding tight.
And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear.
If I can but make
the words awake the feeling.

What a reason for waiting
and dreaming of dreams.
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
that are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
while the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving.

    Got a black magic woman,
    got a black magic woman.
    Got a black magic woman,
    who`s got me so blind I can`t see.
    Got a black magic woman 
    who er,brings out the devil out in me.
    
    Got that last line wrong,I think. Taken from the breathtaking "Lotus"
    album by Santana which I dug out over the weekend. Awesome stuff.
    

>    Got a black magic woman 
>    who er,brings out the devil out in me.

	that she's a Black Magic Woman
	and bound to make a devil out of me.
	
	Carlos roolz!

Black Magic Woman was previously done by Fleetwood Mac.  Don't know if they
wrote it.

Bob

    
    ... a Peter Greene tune, methinks.
    
    -b

    Is Black Magic Woman a Christian?

	Little Willy Willy won't	WON'T GO!

	You can't push Willy 'round

	Willy				WON'T GO!

    
    Paranoia strikes deep,
    Into your life it will creep,
    Start when you're always afraid,
    Step out of line, 
    the man comes, 
    and takes you away.
    

Everybody look what's going 'round.

	God and Country (another Blue Rodeo fav)
	---------------

	Forever lost in comparisons
	Between you and the better man
	Yea you're always so quick
	To take a bow
	I've got to laugh at your circus sympathy
	And your postcard sincerity
	Don't you ever get tired
	Of being yourself

	It's getting so hard to find you
	As you fade into your world of reprisal
	As you slip into the comfort
	Of your denial
	Your patriotic smile
	Your go down in style

	And you say that you're not to blame
	You're proud of what you did
	And you'd do it again
	All in the name of God and country
	But that's too bad about the little snag
	Cause getting caught is such a drag
	Even in the name of God and country

	Yea you're all the same to me
	You're just trying to make points on nationtal t.v.
	Yea you try to make points for God
	God and country
	You call this justice
	I call this self-service

	And I hope that I never find
	What you call good conscience
	Or peace of mind
	As another man dies for God and country
	Cause I'm sure while you're sitting there talking
	That the bombs are falling
	All in the name
	All in the name
	All in the name of God and country

A Simple Desultory Phillipic
Simon & Garfunkel

I been Norman Maliered, Maxwell Taylored,
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd,
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled 'till I'm blind,
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded communist,
'Cause I'm left-handed,
That's the hand I use,
Well, never mind!

I been Phil Spectored, resurrected,
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered,
Well, I paid all the dues that I want to pay,
And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce,
And all my wealth won't buy me health,
So I smoke a pint of tea a day.

I knew a man, his brain so small,
He couldn't think of nothin' at all,
He's not the same as you or me,
He doesn't dig poetry,
He's so unhip that when you say Dylan,
He thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas,
Whoever he was.

THe man ain't got no culture,
but it's alright ma,
everybody must get stoned.

I been Mick Jaggered, sliver daggered,
Andy Warhol, won't you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled,
been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled,
I just discovered,
Somebody's tapping my phone.

    I dropped my harmonica, Albert.

	:-)
	
	but what were the two words before that line??
	(it's been driving me crazy ;-)

         folk rock!

    So there I am, sitting on the floor in my bedroom reading the paper and
    singing a few songs by (my hero) Garth Brooks. I didn't realize that
    one of my flat mates had the video camera out and was filming me ! I
    got tho watch the video last night and it sounded pretty good. I was
    born to sing !

	Can ya do heavy metal????

    Errr, yeah cool, Huh huh hu, hey Beavis !


       ________________                              _______________ 
      /                \                           /----------------\ 
     / /          \ \   \                         /|    -    -       \
     |                  |                         || /        -   \  |
    /                  /                          \\                 \
   |      ___\ \| | / /                            \\____________  \  \
   |      /           |                             \            \    | 
   |      |     __    |                             |             \   \ 
  /       |       \   |                             |              \  | 
  |       |        \  |                             | ====          | |
  |       |       __  |                             | (o-)      _   | | 
  |      __\     (_o) |      DUN DUN DUN, DUN DUN!  /            \  | |
  |     |             |                     \      /            ) ) | |
   \    ||             \   Breakin the Law!  \    /             ) / | | 
    |   |__             \  Breakin the LAW!   \  |___            - |  | 
    |   |           (*___\  /                  \    *'             |  |
    |   |       _     | ___/  Hey, Martin just  \  |____           |  |
    |   |    //_______|    \  said your name!!---\_ ####\          |  |
    |  /       |_|_|_|___/\ \                      ------          |_/  
     \|       \ -         |  That's because Martin |                | 
      |       _----_______/  is COOL! Let's kick   \_____           | 
      |      /               him or something... heh heh\           |
      |_____/                heh, heh, heh heh heh...    \__________|

    Abusive Ghett!!!

    
    I do remember one thing...
    It took hours and hours, and
    By the time I was done with it
    I was so involved,
    I didn't know what to think.
    
    I carried it around with me
    For days and days,
    Playing little games
    Like
    Not looking at it
    For a whole day
    And then
    Looking at it
    To see if I still liked it.
    
    I DID!
    

    
    <--- COOOOOL Adrian Belew. King Crimson!
    
    (Love Fripp's guitar work in that song too!)
    
    -b

    
    <---- give that man a ceeee-gar! (...but then, I knew YOU'D know it :^)
    

    Step right up! Now don't be shy
    'Cause you will not believe your eyes
    She's right here, behind the glass
    You're gonna like her 'cause she's got class
    
    You can step outside your little world
    You get to talk to a pretty girl
    She's everything you dream about
    
    But don't fall in love
    She's a beauty
    She's one in a million girls
    She's a beauty
    Why would I lie?
    Now why would I lie?
    
    But don't fall in love
    'Cause if you do you'll find out
    she don't love you
    She's one in a million girls
    One in a million girls
    Why would I lie?
    
    You can look, anything you'd like
    But you can't touch the merchandise
    She'll give it all to quench your thirst
    But it will cost you a dollar first

    re .285 - Das funny !! :*) {BIG SMILE}

    
    Da Toobs!
    
    Thela Hunginjeet
    
    Heat in the Jungle

        >You can look, anything you'd like
        >But you can't touch the merchandise
        >She'll give it all to quench your thirst
        >But it will cost you a dollar first
    
     I thought it was "she'll give you, every penny's worth"

    Was that Van Headache?!

    > I thought it was "she'll give you, every penny's worth"
    
    Ayup, I ucked fup.
    

    thumbs out on a desert road 
    I am told leads to nowhere
    any shade is as good as the next
    if your shadow doesn't go there
    
    {bridge1}
    week 7: did you really assume
    I'd find some solace from
    the letter in your room?
    next life could you kindly refrain
    from throwing yourself at
    the mercy of a train?
    
    {chorus}
    silence all, nobody breathe
    how in the world could you just leave?
    you promised you would
    silence that evil with good
    hear me out, I have the floor
    I'll give you my tears,
    I'll listen more
    you promised you would
    overcome evil with good
    
    maybe this world is a
    barren place for a soul
    prone to get lost
    but heaven still hounds 
    from the smallest sounds
    to the cries of the storm-tossed
    
    {bridge2}
    week 9: I am writing in the sand
    any little clue that could
    help me understand
    every whispered secret,
    every muffled sigh
    every half-truth that
    was added to a lie
    
    {chorus2}
    silence all, nobody move
    I've got to know now
    what you hoped to prove
    you promised you would
    silence that evil with good
    shame feeds guilt, 
    guilt needs release
    you took it to God
    you made your peace
    and swore that you would
    overcome evil with good
    
    {bridge3}
    every old demon
    playing back the crime
    if they needed blood
    I'd have gladly given mine
    a child of the kingdom
    still an invalid
    forgive her please Father
    she don't know what she did
    
    {chorus3}
    silence all, now go to sleep
    the water's free, 
    the well is deep
    how can we return
    that which we never
    could earn?
    God, I long to see her face
    we haven't a hope
    beyond Your grace
    I know that You will
    overcome evil for good
    
    {cf. Romans 12:21, Ephesians 2:8-9}

   Until the philosophy which holds one race
   superior, and another inferior,
   is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned,
   everywhere is war.  Is uh war.
   
   That until there are no longer first class
   and second class citizens of any nation,
   until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance
   than the color of his eyes,  Is uh war.

   That until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all
   without regard to race,  there is a war.

   That until that day  the dreams of lasting peace,
   world citizenship, and the rule of international morality
   will remain in but a fleeting illusion,
   to be pursued, but never attained.
   No, everywhere is war.  War.
   
   And until the ignoble and unhappy regime that now holds
   our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique
   South Africa.  Sub-human bondage
   have been toppled, utterly destroyed.
   Well, everywhere is war.  Is uh war.
   
   War in the east.  War in the west.
   War up north.  War down south.
   War, war.  Rumors of a war.
   
   And until that day the African continent will not know peace.
   We Africans will fight.  We find it necessary,
   and we know we shall win.
   As we are confident in the victory of good over evil.
   Good over evil.  Good over evil.

                       THE DISAGREEABLE MAN
                                by W. S. Gilbert
         
         If you give me your attention, I will tell you what I am:
         I'm a genuine philanthropist--all other kinds are sham.
         Each little fault of temper and each social defect
         In my erring fellow-creatures, I endeavour to correct.
         To all their little weaknesses I open people's eyes,
         And little plans to snub the self-sufficient I devise;
         I love my fellow-creatures--I do all the good I can--
         Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
                         And I can't think why!
         
         To compliments inflated I've a withering reply,
         And vanity I always do my best to mortify;
         A charitable action I can skilfully dissect;
         And interested motives I'm delighted to detect.
         I know everybody's income and what everybody earns,
         And I carefully compare it with the income-tax returns;
         But to benefit humanity, however much I plan,
         Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!
                         And I can't think why!
         
         I'm sure I'm no ascetic; I'm as pleasant as can be;
         You'll always find me ready with a crushing repartee;
         I've an irritating chuckle, I've a celebrated sneer,
         I've an entertaining Snigger, I've a fascinating leer;
         To everybody's prejudice I know a thing or two;
         I can tell a woman's age in half a minute--and I do--
         But although I try to make myself as pleasant as I can,
         Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man
                        And I can't think why!

RE: .298

Good one

ME

Musical SNARF

ME

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the ancient city of Prague?
From Prague came a pair of high-heeled shoes
With a kiss or two came the high-heeled shoes
From the ancient city of Prague.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Oslo over the Sound?
From Oslo there came a collar of fur
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the Sound.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam?
From Amsterdam he got her a hat
She looks sweet in that, in the little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Brussels in Belgian land?
From Brussels he sent her the laces so rare
To have and to wear, all those laces so rare
From Brussels in Belgian land.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Paris, City of Light?
In Paris he got her a silken gown
It was envied in town, that silken gown
From Paris, City of Light.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the South, from Bucharest?
From Bucharest he sent her a shirt
Embroidered and pert, that Rumanian shirt
From the South, from Bucharest.

What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the far-off Russian land?
From Russia there came just a widow's veil
For a death to bewail, in her widow's veil
From the far-off Russian land.

         THE BAFFLED GRUMBLER
                by W. S. Gilbert
 
       WHENEE'ER I poke
       Sarcastic joke
         Replete with malice spiteful,
       The people vile
       Politely smile
           And vote me quite delightful!
       Now, when a wight
       Sits up all night
           Ill-natured jokes devising,
       And all his wiles
       Are met with smiles,
           It's hard, there's no disguising!
Oh, don't the days seem lank and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong,
And isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at!
         
           When German bands
           From music stands
       Play Wagner imperfectly--
           I bid them go--
           They don't say no,
       But off they trot directly!
           The organ boys
           They stop their noise
       With readiness surprising,
           And grinning herds
           Of hurdy-gurds
       Retire apologising!
Oh, don't the days seem lank and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong,
And isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at!
         
           I've offered gold,
           In sums untold,
       To all who'd contradict me
           I've said I'd pay
           A pound a day
       To any one who kicked me--
           I've bribed with toys
           Great vulgar boys
       To utter something spiteful,
           But, bless you, no!
           They will be so
       Confoundedly politeful!
In short, these aggravating lads,
They tickle my tastes, they feed my fads,
They give me this and they give me that,
And I've nothing whatever to grumble at!
         

When in this world the headlines read
of those who's hearts are filled with greed
who rob and steal from those who need
to right this wrong with blinding speed comes

UNDERDOG
         underdog
UNDERDOG
         underdog

Speed of lightning
Roar of thunder
Fighting all who rob or plunder
UNDERDOG

Now, the big question I've had for years is, how's the other verse go,
that starts:

When criminals in this world appear...

    Does you feel like you've been redeemed?
    
    	O yes, I feel like I've been redeemed.
    
    Does you always aim to speak the truth?
    
    	O yes, I always aim to speak the truth.
    
    Does you love all your neighbors too?
    
    	O yes, I love all my neighbors too.

    
    There was this block-busted blonde
    He loved her - free parts and labour,
    But she broke down and died
    She threw all the rods that he gave her
    
    But this one ain't fuel injected
    Her plug is disconnected
    She gets scared, and she stalls
    She just needs a man, that's all
    

    
    Rickie Lee Jones.  Good album.

    mr. randolph--
    
    i'll get you for that entry.  yes, i will.  on this point, i am
    adamant!

    
    	RE: Tom
    
>When criminals in this world appear...
    
    
    	the last line before the chorus is
    
    	"the cry goes out both far and near for
    	 UNDERDOG, Underdog ..."
    

>            <<< Note 105.309 by POWDML::CKELLY "Cute Li'l Rascal" >>>
>    mr. randolph--
>    i'll get you for that entry.  yes, i will.  on this point, i am
>    adamant!

Catchy, isn't it?

    If you`re having trouble with your high school head,
    he`s giving you the blues.
    You want to graduate,but not in his bed,
    here`s what you`ve got to do.
    
    Pick up the phone,
    i`m here alone,
    It`s time you made a stand.
    For a fee,i`m happy to be,
    your back door man.
    
    Dirty deeds,da-da-done dirty cheap.
    
    Still a classic after all these years.
    

    
"The Field of the Dead" from _Alexander Nevsky_ by Sergei Prokofiev.
    
Ya poidu po polyu byelomu,         	I shall go over the white field,
polyechu po polyu smyertnomu.		I shall fly over the deadly field.
Poishchu ya slavnykh sokolov,		I shall seek the glorious falcons,
zhenikov moikh, dobrykh molodtsyev.	my bridegrooms, the sturdy young men.

Kto lyezhit, myechami porublyennyi,	One lies hacked by swords,
kto lyezhit, stryeloyu poranyennyi.	one lies wounded by the arrow.
Napoili oni krov'yu aloyu		With their crimson blood they have
					 watered
zyeminyu chestnuyu, zyemiyu russkuyu.	the honest soil, the Russian land.

Kto pogib za Rus' smyert'yu dobroyu,	Whoever died a good death for Russia
potseluyu togo v'oghi myertvye,		I shall kiss upon his dead eyes,
a tomu molodtsu, shto ostalsya zhit',	and to that young man who remained
					 alive,
budu vyernoi zhenoi, miloi tadoyu.	I shall be a faithful wife, a loving
					 spouse.

Nye voz'mu v muzh'ya krasivovo;		I shall not marry a handsome man;
krasota zyemnaya konchayetsya.		earthly beauty comes to an end.
A poidu ya za khrabrovo.		But I shall wed a brave man.
Otzovityesya, yasnyi sokolyi!		Cry out in answer, bright falcons!

    {sniff} that was {sniff} lovely! :*)

    now you can call me and sing it for real !!!

    
    I'm never at my dtn when you're at your dtn, martinluv 8^/.

    That's fine I can just cry {sob}

	My father was a fly, 
	My mother was a woman.
	They were drawn together,
	In the heat of passion.

			- "Human Fly", the Horseflies

Manchester England, England,
Across the Atlantic Sea,
And I'm a genius genius,
And I believe in God,
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude,
That's me. That's me.

Claude Hooper Bukowski,
Who finds it so groovy
To hide in the movies.
Pretends he's Fellini
And Antonioni
And also his countryman
Roman Polanski.
Oh Roman, no one
Wants Claude Hooper Bukowski.

Now that I've dropped out
[somthing is] dreary, dreary.
Answer my weary query.
Timothy Leary The-o-ry.

Oh, Manchester England, England,
Across the Atlantic Sea,
And I'm a genius genius,
And I believe in God,
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude,
That's me. (That's you?)
That's me. (That's you?)
That's me.

	-James Rado

	[Bonus points for anyone who can
	 interpret "something is" above]

I'm back in Baby's arms.
How I missed those lovin' arms.
I'm back where I belong,
Back in Baby's arms.

Don't know why we quarrelled.
We never did before.
Since we found out how it hurt
I bet we never quarrel anymore.

I'm back in Baby's arms.
How I missed those lovin' arms.
I'm back where I belong,
Back in Baby's arms.

Thought I didn't need his love
Till he took it away.
Now I'm back where I belong
and in my Baby's arms I'm gonna stay.

I'm back in Baby's arms.
How I missed those lovin' arms.
I'm back where I belong,
Back in Baby's arms.
Back in Baby's arms.
Back in Baby's arms.

		- Bob Montgomery

 I miss you Darlin'
 more and more everyday
 as heaven would miss the stars above
 with every heartbeat I still think of you
 and remember our faded love..



 I loved Bob Wills doing this tune, but Patsy gave it feelin'



 Jim

As I look at the letters
That you wrote to me,
It's you that I am thinking of.
As I read the lines
That to me were so dear
I remember our faded love.

I miss you darling
More and more every day
As heaven would miss the stars above.
With every heartbeat
I still think of you
And remember our faded love

As I think of the past
And all the pleasures we had
As I watched the mating of the dove,
It was in the Springtime
That you said goodbye.
I remember our faded love.

I miss you darling
More and more every day
As heaven would miss the stars above.
With every heartbeat I still think of you
And remember our faded love

And Remember our faded love.

		-John and Bob Wills
		 (As recorded by Patsy Cline)

    re: .319
    
     I'll take cool HAIR tunes for $200, Alex.

Inspired by the discussion in the teenage pregnancy topic, with nothing but
my sometimes faulty memory to guide me... (additions and corrections welcome)

Chantilly lace
and a pretty face
and a ponytail
hangin' down,
a wiggle in her walk
and a giggle in her talk
makes the world go round.

Ain't nothin' in this world
like a big-eyed girl
make me act so funny
make me spend my money
make me feel real loose
like a long-necked goose...

 Hellllloo baby
 Yeah, this is the big bopper speakin'
 Pick you up at 8 and don't be late..
 will I what?  Will I what?

 ha ha ha oh all right honey, you knooooooooooow what I like..





 

>>make me feel real loose
>>like a long-necked goose...

	like a girl
	oh baby, that's-a what i like.

    
    
    RE: .324
    
    Isn't it, Chantilly lace HAD a pretty face, and a ponty tail.....?
    
    
    

>>    Isn't it, Chantilly lace HAD a pretty face, and a ponty tail.....?

    no.  
    
    
    

 Whatza ponty tail?

    
    
    
    Commonly known as a typo......

So a ponty is another name for a typo...I never knew that!

Dave.

    
    
    And now you know........

>>> [somthing is] dreary, dreary.

"Life"?? is...

It's been awhile since I listened to the soundtrack - good
reminder to pull it out of the old record collection (if
my record player still works -it's been so long since I
used it) It was one of the only "cool" records of my Mom's
that I used to listen to - she didn't like it when I did.
Lots of politically incorrect lyrics!  (Remember...all those
names for an Afro-American?)

And, I knew Reuban was wrong but I just couldn't remember
what it should be - thanks for clearing that up :*)

> "Life"?? is...

I would have gone for that intuitively myself, Chris, but in checking
the sound track last night (and finding that my turntable does indeed
still function :^) it sounded unlike that - though I'm not sure what it
WAS like.

>Lots of politically incorrect lyrics!  (Remember...all those
>names for an Afro-American?)

I'm sorry - the only phrase I recall was 
		"President of the United States of Love"

    >I'm sorry - the only phrase I recall was
    >                "President of the United States of Love"
    
     I could list most of the lyrics, but then I'd have to delete my own
    note. :-)

You must remember all the lyrics I've forgotten, Doctah. Yes I have.

I started to list them but then chickened out....

Back To The Family

My telephone wakes me in the morning --
have to get up to answer the call.
So I think I'll go back to the family
where no one can ring me at all.
Living this life has its problems
so I think that I'll give it a break.
Oh, I'm going back to the family
`cos I've had about all I can take.

Master's in the counting house
counting all his money.
Sister's sitting by the mirror --
she thinks her hair looks funny.
And here am I thinking to myself
just wond'ring what things to do.

I think I enjoyed all my problems
Where I did not get nothing for free.
Oh, I'm going back to the family --
doing nothing is bothering me.
I'll get a train back to the city
that soft life is getting me down.
There's more fun away from the family
get some action when I pull into town.

Everything I do is wrong,
what the hell was I thinking?
Phone keeps ringing all day long
I got no time for thinking.
And every day has the same old way
of giving me too much to do.

 See the tree how big it's grown..

He rode a blazing saddle
He wore a shining star
His job: to offer battle
To bad man near and far

He conquered fear and he conquered hate
He turned dark night into day
He made his blazing saddle
A torch to light the way

When outlaws ruled the West
And fear filled the land,
A cry went up for a man with guts
to take the West in hand

They needed a man who was brave and true
With justice for all as his aim
Then out of the sun rode a man with a gun,
and ????? was his name, yes -------- was his name!

nope nope nope and nope!

    Ronnie Reagan?
    

    I don`t want to hear about,what the rich are doing,
    I don`t want to go to where,where the rich are going.
    
    Too true,mate.
    
    The Clash - "Garage Band"
    
    
    

    Bart?

<---------  Right you are!

I watched the movie for the nth time last night -
some scenes make me laugh so I hard I cry!

    
    I didn't understand the lines:
    
     "They said you was hung"
     "And they was right about that"
    
    Until the 10th viewing.
    
    

Can anyone provide the lyrics for Alan Sherman's "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah?"
Also, what aria did he use?

    "Dance of the Hours," if memory serves...
    
    "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah,
    here I am at Camp Granada.
    Life is very entertaining,
    At least I think it would
    if it stops raining.
    
    ...
    
    No more time, gotta take a work-break...
    

    
    Can't remember but a few lines, but wasn't the tune the dance of the
    cygnets from Swan Lake?   

Dr. Dan, thanks for getting the few lyrics you posted _wrong_ and then copping
out.  Your version doesn't even scan.  I remember:

Hello Muddah, hello Faddah,
Here I am at Camp Grenada.
Things are very entertaining,
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.

I went hiking with Joe Spivey,
He developed poison ivy
...

All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
...

    
    Wait a minute
    It's stopped hailing
    Guys are swimming
    Guys are sailing
    Playing baseball
    Gee, that's better
    Muddah, Faddah, kindly disregard this letter.
    

    Shheeesh, ya cain't do a favor fer SOME peepul.
    
    (blush)  
    
    :)
    

    	    
    I might have some of these lines in the wrong order.
    
    
	Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah
	Here I am at Camp Granada
	Camp is very entertaining
	And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.

	I went hiking with Joe Spivy
	He developed poison ivy
	You remember Leonard Skinner(?)?
	He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.

	All the counselors hate the waiters
	And the lake has alligators
	And the head coach wants no sissies
	So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.

	Now I don't want this should scare ya
	But my bunkmate has malaria
	You remember Jeffrey Hardy?
	They're about to organize a searching party.

	Take me home, oh Muddah, Faddah 
	Take me home, I hate Granada
	Don't leave me out in the forest where
	I might get eaten by a bear

	Take me home, I promise I will not make noise
	Or mess the house with other boys
	Oh please don't make me stay
	I've been here one whole day

	Dearest Faddah, Darling Muddah,
	How's my precious little brother?
	Let me come home if you miss me
	I will even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.

	Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing
	Guys are swimming, guys are sailing
	Playing baseball, gee that's better
	Muddah Faddah kindly disregard this letter!

    
    <--- perfect!
    

Thanks, Deb.  It is Leonard Skinner.

    The music is the Dance of the Hours, from the opera La Gioconda, by
    Amilcare Ponchielli.

 .364  that's such a great tune

    
    Dahlin' you-oooo-ooo-oo
    Send me...
    

Sarah Jackman, Sarah Jackman
How's by you?  How's by you?
How is by the family
And your sister Emily?
They're fine too.  They're fine too.

>>       There is a connection between .364 and its predecessor.  Really
>>       there is.  Honest.

	yes, that was clear.

    
    
    >>Sarah Jackman, Sarah Jackman
    
    
    my friend maria is to become maria jackman...
    
    

 "you put your left foot in, you take your left foot out, you do the hokey
  pokey and you turn yourself about.."

Hurricane - Bob Dylan

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out "My God they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
for something that he never done
Put in a prison cell but one time 
he could have been the champion of the world

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
and another man named Bello moving mysteriously
"I didn't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin," he says and he stops
One of us had better call the cops
so Patty calls the cops
and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin
in the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
number one contender for the middleweight crown
had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down
when a cop pulled him over on the side of the road
just like the time before and the time before that
in Paterson that just the ways things go
If you black you might as well not show up on the streets 
Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin around
He said "I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out of state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead"
so they took him to the infirmary
and although this man could hardly see
they told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs
the wounded man looks up though his one dying eye
says "why'd you bring him here for? he ain't the guy!"
Yes, here the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame 
for something that he never done
put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
the champion of the world

Four months later the ghetto's in flame
Rubin's in South America fightin for his name
while Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
and the cops are puttin the screw to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white"

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A poor boy like you could really use a break
We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello
Now you don't want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor 
That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in the stir
We want to pin this trip murder on him
He ain't ne Gentleman Jim"

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work he'd say, I do it for pay
and when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
up to some paradise
where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
and ride a horse along a trail
but then they took him to the jail house 
where they try to make a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's card were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
the judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
to the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
but to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
no one doubted that he pulled the trigger
and though they could not produce the gun
the D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
the crime was murder "one", guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied
and the newspapers all went along for the ride
how can the life of such a man 
be in the palm of some fool's hand?
to see him obviously framed
couldn't help but be ashamed to live in a land
where justice is a game

Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties
are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
while Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
and innocent man in a living hell
that's the story of the Hurricane
but it won't be over till they clear him name
and give him back the time he's done
put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
the champion of the world 

  .371  james, if you do it like that, everyone will be pointing
	and laughing.  moreso than usual, i mean.

 Well, I'm used to that, but how was I doing it wrong?





 Jim

>> Well, I'm used to that, but how was I doing it wrong?

	i think you have to put your left foot back in and shake it
	all about before you go doing any hokey-pokeying.

 I see..so my hokey pokeying was a bit premature, eh?  I can see why they'd
 be pointing and laughing, then.




 Jim

  yeah, most men your age have outgrown that.

 Performance anxiety...

    Well at least I got the TUNE right.
    
    And BTW MrTopaz, whennaya gonna skewer ME wif a moniker made of stuff
    as stern & 'n' as good as the one you hung on Stuffpump?
    
                        <feigned> {cringe} </feigned>

    
    	<snicker>
    

    
    > <feigned> {cringe} </feigned>
    
    Ooooh. SGML syntax. I think I'm getting excited.
    
    -b
    

    I'm sure there are typographical puns that can be devised in that
    realm... like odd interactions between emoticons and SGML/HTMLisms.
    
    Now THAT would excite me!
    

    Look out the window and smell the petrol,
    there`s an amateur band playing in a near by yard.
    Watching telly and thinking about your holidays.
    
    That`s entertainment,that`s entertainment.
    
    Eeh gads. What a depressing song.
    

  how militaristic <shock, horror>

    for more on "la gloire," see note 485.*.
    
    -Stephen

>    Look out the window and smell the petrol,
>    there`s an amateur band playing in a near by yard.
>    Watching telly and thinking about your holidays.
>    
>    That`s entertainment,that`s entertainment.
>    
>    Eeh gads. What a depressing song.
    
aah bollocks.  It's a great song!

Chris.

    My fave by Paul Weller is probably "Billy Hunt".
    
    Especially the bit
    
    "I remember the first day at my job,
     I didn`t get on too well with the foreman Bob,
     do this do that - he was a sargeant in the RAF.
    
     No one pushes Billy Hunt around,but they do but
     not for long etc,etc.
    

Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands.
With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time.
You can call me on another line.

Indian restaurants that curry my brain.
Newspaper warriors changing the names they
  advertise from the station stand.
With cold print hands.
Symphony word-player, I'll be your headline.
If you catch me another time.

Didn't make her --- with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her --- with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her --- but I'm just a Baker Street Muse.

Ale-spew, puddle-brew --- boys, throw it up clean.
Coke and Bacardi colours them green.
From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess
  with great finesse.
Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet
  down in the Baker Street underground. (What the hell!)
Walking down the gutter thinking,
  ``How the hell am I today?''
Well, I didn't really ask you but thanks all the same.


``Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me,'' said the
  pig-me to the whore,
  desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain.
Little man, his youth a fountain.
Overdrafted and still counting.
Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to
  where he came from.
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street
  and Mars;
Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing.
Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed to the left, divulging
  the wrinkles of his years.
Wedding-bell induced fears.
Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.
International assistance flowing generous and full
  to his never-ready tool.
Pulls his eyes over her wool.
And he shudders as he comes.
And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone
  Road.


And here slip I --- dragging one foot in the gutter ---
  in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap
  radios.
And there sits she --- no bed, no bread, no butter ---
  on a double yellow line --- where she can park anytime.
Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer ---
  some only son's mother. Baker Street casualty.
Oh, Mr. Policeman --- blue shirt ballet master.
Feet in sticking plaster ---
  move the old lady on.
Strange pas-de-deux ---
  his Romeo to her Juliet.
Her sleeping draught, his poisoned regret.
No drunken bums allowed to sleep here in the
  crowded emptiness.
Oh officer, let me send her to a cheap hotel ---
  I'll pay the bill and make her well - like hell you
  bloody will!
No do-good over kill. We must teach them
  to be still more independent.


I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone.
I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones.
I have no house in the country I have no motor car.
And if you think I'm joking, then I'm just a one-line
  joker in a public bar.
And it seems there's no-body left for tennis; and I'm
  a one-band-man.
And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand.

There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
  rubbing his hands with glee.  He said, ``Oh Mother England,
  did you light my smile; or did you light
  this fire under me?
One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery.
And paint you a picture of the queen.
And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
  it's just the nonsense that it seems.''

So I drift down through the Baker Street valley,
  in my steep-sided un-reality.
And when all is said and all is done --- I couldn't wish
  for a better one.
It's a real-life ripe dead certainty ---
  that I'm just a Baker Street Muse.

Talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same
  old way.
I tried to catch my eye but I looked the other way.

Indian restaurants that curry my brain ---
  newspaper warriors changing the names they
  advertise from the station stand.
Circumcised with cold print hands.

Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands.
With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time ---
  you can call me on another line.

Didn't make her --- with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her --- with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her --- but I'm just a Baker Street Muse.

(I can't get out!)

    
    -1
    
    I have an LP of "Broadsword" that's been in the last 4
    yard sales.  D'yer want it?
    

    Anyone have the words to "Brown-Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison in the 60s?

    I fight the force of evil,
    I'm the cowboy dressed in white,
    My cloak is my computer and my eyes see at night
    I make the New World Order,
    For I have the World's support,
    To see the sinner never wins, to see the tyrant shall be taught.
    
    I am killer with precision,
    With computer and with screen,
    Give the world a purer war, a cleaner war than any seen,
    Incinerate the spider,
    Leave untouched the web of lace,
    See the shadow of a dollar from a satellite in space.
    
    Put a missile down an air shaft,
    Take a film as I go in,
    Show the world the care I took, such a war as never been
    I don't need to kill civilians,
    With the F15 or Stealth,
    Advertised on your TV I'm sensitivity itself. 
    
    Just the aircraft on the ground,
    Just the hangers we put in,
    Just tanks and supply lines, such a war as never been.
    Just a game on my computer,
    See the screen move with my head,
    Pick out the cowboy dressed up all in black, 
    Push a button, boom! He's dead.
    
    I can pinpoint to a pixel,
    Half a million in retreat,
    Identify the threat and I can turn it to roast meat.
    Military targets,
    There were no dying cries,
    Just the smoke from burning soldiers getting killed without eyes.
    
    I am killer with precision,
    With computer and with screen,
    Show the world a purer war, a cleaner war than any seen.
    I make the New World Order,
    For I have the World's support,
    To see the sinner never wins, to see the tyrant shall be taught.
    

	.392
	
	Got it. Thanks for the offer, tho.
	(and, I'm not a collector, just a fan ;-)

Brown Eyed Girl

Hey where did we go, days when the rain came.
Down in the hollow, playin' a new game.
Laughin' and a runnin' , hey hey, skippin' and a jumpin'
in the misty mornin' fog with our hearts a thumpin' at you,
The Brown-Eyed Girl
You're my Brown-Eyed Girl

Now what ever happened, Tuesday is so slow,
Goin' down the old man river, with a transistor radio
standin' in the sunlight laughin'
hidin' behind a rainbow wall
Slippin' and a slidin', all along the waterfall with you,
the Brown-Eyed Girl
You're my Brown-Eyed Girl.

Do you remember when, ah we used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
la dee dah

So hard to find my way, now that I'm all on my own
I saw you just the other day, my how you had grown,
[.. ] sometimes overcome thinkin' bout,
makin love in the green grass, behind the stadium with you.
the Brown-Eyed Girl
You, my Brown-Eyed Girl.

Do you remember when, ah we used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
la dee dah

 Jimmy Buffett did a great version of Brown Eyed Girl.

    
    yeah, but sugarloaf does a better version of "green-eyed lady"...
    
    
    %^>
    
    

 But the Righteous Brothers had blue eyed soul

 Snarf lyrics

    Thanks.
    

    Are you afraid of what your friends might say,
    if you told them that you believe in God above?
    
    They should realise,before they criticise,
    that God is the only way to love.
    
    - Black Sabbath, After Forever.
    
    
    

	keepin' an eye
	on the world goin' by my window

 Love that tune..

>> Love that tune..

	me too.  one of their best, i reckon.

 I loved that whole album

    Heard part of a song on the Golden Oldies show to-night, I've never
    heard it before.
    
    It was about Mary Hill, in a park.
    
    Don't know who the group was.
    
    She sounded like a very friendly lady.
    
    
    
    joan 

        Remember the song but not the group, Joan.
        
        Maryhill is an area in the  city  of  Glasgow in Scotland and the
        very old, nay, ancient joke was about  the boys who straggled one
        by one at 5 minute intervals into the  school  class  and each in
        response  to  the  teacher's  qhestion  about  where they've been
        replied: "Up Maryhill"
        
        At last a girl arrives, teacher asks her name ...
        
        Maybe the inspiration for the song, hmm? ;*)
        
        &y
        
        
        

  Gak..thanks.  Now I've got that song banging around in my head.

    We all went out to Montreux,
    on the Lake Geneva shore-line.
    To make records in a mobie,
    we didn`t have much time.
    
    Frank Zappa and the Muthas,
    were at the best place in town,
    Some stupid with a flare gun,
    burned the place to the ground.
    
    Er,or something like that. 
    
    

    
    "Hey, maann...like...can you guys do `Smoke On The Water', maannnnnn?"
     

    
    we ended up at the grand hotel
    it was empty cold and bare
    but with the rolling stone's
    truck thing just outside
    we made our music there
    
    with a few red lights
    a few old beds
    we made a place to sweat
    no matter what we get
    outta this
    i know we'll never forget...
    
                 

   > Heard part of a song on the Golden Oldies show to-night, I've never
   > heard it before.
    
   >It was about Mary Hill, in a park.
    
    mary hill used to hang out in "cherry hill park" according to billy joe
    royal.  billy joe's hanging out in country bars these days, still
    singin'.
    
    bill

 
Is he down in the boondocks?

 
      >Is he down in the boondocks?

      look for him at a cul-de-sac at the end of the holler, picking
      a mess of it with tony joe between sets and dreaming 'bout
      what coulda been...

      bill

..everybody said it was a shame.

    
    Cuz her mama was a-workin' on the chain gang, aaaaaaoooooooooh.

  gimme a leess of it..

    
    Her daddy was lazy and no-'count.  Claimed he had a bad back.

 Mumble mumble mumble stealing watermelons out of my truck patch..

	
>    Cuz her mama was a-workin' on the chain gang, aaaaaaoooooooooh.

	a wretched, spiteful, straight-razor toatin' momma.
	

    Won't you take me to....
    
    FUNKY TOWN!
    
    Won't you take me to...
    
    funky town.
    
    Won't you take me to...
    
    FUNKY TOWN!
    
    Won't you take me to... funky town.
    
    (ad infinitum)

    "I would do anything for love".

    
    
    ....."but I won't do that"
    
    
    
    
    :*)
    

    re: that disco classic...
    
    gotta make a move to town that's right for me...
    {insert electric be-bops}
    time to keep me movin', keep me groovin', with some energy
    {insert electric be-bops}
    well, talk about it, talk about, talk about....mooooovin'...
    
    

    
    Hey.  HEY!  Whatever happened to that song "Play That Funky Music, White
    Boy"?  I heard it played on the Eagle recently and instead of singing 
    "Play that funky music, white boy" they sang "play that funky music,
    play that funky music".
    
    "White Boy" wasn't PC, or what?  Jeez!
    
    
    
    

    
    
    hmmmmmm....last time i heard that song (on that station, even) they
    played the 'white boy' part...
    
    (i used to love that song when i was a wee lass...of course, i sorta ad
    libbed when daddy wasn't around... :>)
    

    How about...
    
    
    
    Ooooooh, love ta love ya baby.
    
    {groan} {moan}
    
    Ooooooh, love ta love ya baby.
    
    {sigh} {moan} {pant pant pant} {grope} {balance check book} {groan}
    
    Ooooooh, love ta love ya baby.

    >"White Boy" wasn't PC, or what?
    
    No, the white boy was KC, the others were the Sunshine Band.  
    
    nnttm.  8^)
    
    
    (I kinda liked that song, actually.)

    
    > ....."but I won't do that"
    
    I find that difficult to believe.... hehehe 
    
    :-)
    Dan

>       <<< Note 105.426 by POWDML::LAUER "Little Chamber of Perdition" >>>
>    HEY!  Whatever happened to that song "Play That Funky Music, White Boy"? 

Yah, and they kept the next line "Play that funky music right", which is
SUPPOSED to rhyme with the "white" of "white boy".

    

    There was a frog (og, og), lived in a bog, (og ,og).
    He had a wife, (og, og), bane of his life, (og, og).
    He came one night to London town,
    His wedded woes in drink to drown,
    Which his brain did befuddle, and he landed in a muddle
    In a puddle in the middle of a pea-soup, pure wool,
    Eye poppin' London fog.  (OG, OG!)
    
            (Og, og.)  Betwixt the fog and the grog,
            It'll be a boozy, woozy night tonight.
            Which well we know, how we know,
            For we've had a many, many such a night, all right!
    
    Ho, ho ho, ho ho, ho, ho...
    
    This foolish frog (og, og), though getting numb (og, og),
    Said to himself, "I won't be glum (og, og),
    The fog's so thick it'll slice with a knife,
    But a fig for the fog and a fig for the wife!"
    And a hop, skip and toddle, and he landed on his noddle,
    And a paddle in the middle of a big, brown, hide girt,
    Round bellied keg of rum.  (Og, Og, OG, OG!)
    
            (Og, Og.)  Betwixt the fog and the grog,
            It'll be a hazy, dazy night tonight.
            Which well we know, how we know,
            For we've had a many, many such a night, all right!
    
    Ho, ho ho, ho ho, ho, ho...
    
    That rummy frog (og, og), back on the track (og, og),
    For lady frogs (og, og), he felt a lack (og, og).
    Bumped into one and lost his head,
    Before she could blink her eye he'd said,
    "There is no time to piddle," and he had her in a huddle
    In the middle of a cuddle and a long, wet, rum breathed,
    Bleary eyed frog-type smack.
    
            (Og, Og.)  Betwixt the fog and the grog,
            It'll be a blowsy, frowsy night tonight.
            Which well we know, how we know,
            For we've had a many, many such a night, all right!
    
    Ho, ho ho, ho ho, ho, ho...
    
    That pair of frogs (og, og) were playing house (og, og).
    They couldn t see (og, og), but didn t grouse (og, og.
    She smelt so good, she felt so soft,
    Till all at once the fog left off,
    And it's no tarrididdle that he was in the middle
    of a bit of fiddle faddle with his fat-faced, gravel-voiced,
    bulge-eyed, on-his-tail spouse.  (OG, OG!)
    
            (Og, Og.)  Betwixt the fog and the grog,
            It'll be a fuzzy, wuzzy night tonight.
            Which well we know, how we know,
            For we've had a many, many such a fuzzy, wuzzy,
            blowzy, frowsy, hazy, dazy, boozy, woozy...
    
    We've had a many (we've had a many), ma-a-any (ma-a-any),
    We've had a many, many such a night!
    
    Ho, ho ho, ho ho, ho, ho...
    
    Ogs, ogs!

    
    WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!!
    
    don't shoot me, i'm _only_ the piano player...
    
    well, this should shake things up a bit. this is a song by
    todd rundgren. mr. rundgren and i have something in common:
    both of us refuse to divulge our religious affiliations.
    however, in both cases, rest assured you would be extremely
    surprised. mr. rundgren and i also share a love for freedom
    and a general disdain for the "disapproving" who are
    arrogant enough to think we need their permission to live
    our lives as we see fit.

    if you're not one of these people, let me say that i
    choose to post this song not to disparage your religious
    beliefs, but to get you to think about the perception
    associated with those beliefs. if you _are_ one of those
    people -- with hawkish noses you make a habit of looking
    down -- this bud's for you.

    and without further ado, i present to you, "fascist christ"
    by todd rundgren for the album "no world order" (rhino
    records, copyright (C) 1992 tr-i)

    
  Founding fathers and mothers left us a mandate
  We've got to separate the church and the state
  So get your head straight before it's too late
  And you drop it in the plate, you must appreciate
                                                  
  Jesus and money make a man speak in tongues
  Scream out his lungs, roll in the dung
  And when the song is sung, he moves up another rung
  And the deaf and the dumb are the ones who get stung

  Here comes the sex police, they're at your bedroom door
  Movin' in next door, searchin' from floor to floor
  You know what they're lookin' for
  Someone's always keepin' score every time you dip the oar

  Love isn't fun no more

  Fascist christ, come to the rescue
  Gimme that old time religion, here it comes

  Let's get fundamental about this strange philosophy
  In which god and man are enemies
  In which there is no serenity unless you happen to believe
  Precisely what they want you to believe, and no diversity

  Come join the army and learn the noises
  That drown out the others' voices and please the devil
  Who rejoices when mankind has no choices
  And power exploits us, and peace avoids us

  Guess who to the rescue on a holy mission
  To uphold the tradition of the Spanish Inquisition
  And preempt your decision by forcing your confession
  Now let that be a lesson

  Who do you think you're messin' with?

  Somebody took our god away

  Well, I'm sure Mr. Rundgren will receive accolades from all over the 
  world on such a wonderful piece of work extolling diversity and tollerance
  and all that stuff.  


  It's a darn shame, but not surprising, that he doesn't understand (nor do I
  think he is interested) true Christianity.




 Jim

	he's gotta get him a woman.

 
Hello, Todd...is that you?

    
    No, that goes....'Hello Granpa, it's me Matthew'.  :*)
    

    
    jim,
    
    read the first paragraph of my note again, particularly the
    part about being surprised by todd rundgren's religious
    beliefs. there's a _strong_ hint there, but i don't want
    to spell it out.
    
    it's important to note that this song is not about christ.
    in fact, the person who turned me on to todd rundgren
    is as devout a christian as anyone i know of, and he
    is aware of todd's religious beliefs. my friend (the
    one who turned me on to tr-i) likes this song -- likes
    the lyrics of this song -- because it hits the nail
    on the head wrt "the christian bully" faction.
    
    fwiw, this song has nothing to do with folks like you, who,
    as i have said in the past, i hold in very high regard.
    
    -b

    
    but can we still be friends?
    
    -b

Hey, thanks for the reminder.  I have a Todd Rundgren
album ("Back to the Bars") that I haven't listened to in 
AGES.  Think I'll drag it out this weekend and see if my
record player still works.

    I liked the original "Hello It's Me" better (the one that was done
    by Rundgren + his group rather then just Rundgren), but you never
    hear it on the radio.
    
    Chris

    
    Heard this on the way in today:
    
    
    Thinkin' of you's working up an appetite
    Lookin' forward to a little afternoon delight
    Rubbin' sticks and stones together make a spark filled night
    And the thought of lovin' you is gettin' soooo exciting
    
    Sky rockets in flight
    Afternoon delight
    
    etc. etc. etc.
    
    Terrie
    

    >Rubbin' sticks and stones together make a spark filled night
    
     ...make the sparks ignite

    
    
    Ah, is that what it says??  Thanks Mark.  I always thought it
    was the other thing.  I stand gratefully corrected. :*)
    
    
    
    
    Terrie
    

    
    
    That tune brings back memories of Shannon........I was 15, she was 14.
    Jaysus, was I in love.......

    
    
    shannon, an old girlfriend, or shannon, the singer??
    
    
    :>
    

Shannon was 14.  How could she be an old girlfriend?

    
    I was 2....

    
    
    but thankfully she wasn't
    

    Terri listens to 93.7!  I heard it when she heard it!

    
    
    
    I have no clue what station 'Terri' listens to, but I listen
    to 93.7 also.
    
    
    
    TerriE  :*)
    

    >> shannon, an old girlfriend, or shannon, the singer??
    
    Or, "Shannon", the (ack) song?
    
    Chris

    
    Oh, I love Airedales 8^/.
    
    

    
    long ago and far away in a different age
    when i was a dumb young guy
    fossilized photos of my life then
    illustrate what an easy prey i must have been
    standing in the sun, idiot savant
    something like a monument
    i'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

    ignorance has always been something i excel in
    followed by naivete and pride
    doesn't take a scientist to see how
    any clever predator could have a piece of me
    standing in the sun, idiot savant
    something like a monument
    i'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

    when i look back on the past
    it's a wonder i'm not yet extinct
    all the mistakes and bad judgments i made
    nearly pushed me to the brink
    it doesn't pay to be too nice,
    it's the one thing i have learned
    still, i made my fossil bed
    now i toss and turn...
    i'm a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

    "dinosaur" from king crimson "thrak" (c) 1995

    <----- the artwork for "The Court of the Crimson King" still scares me!

    > Is Greg Lake still the lead singer ?
    
    ELP. Emerson, LAKE, and Palmer.  Thought Lake left years ago for this
    group.
    

    That's why I was asking. ELP hasn't been very active for the last
    couple of years so I was wondering if Lake had gone back to King
    Crimson>
    
    P.S. - on a sorta related note - "I Believe in Father Christmas" is a
    great tune - sometimes I even play it in summer!  In fact, I think I'll
    go listen to it now while I get ready for sleepies.  Nighty night.

    
    Chris...Greg Lake isn't with King Crimson anymore.  The current lead
    singer is Adrian Belew, and their recent direction is...ummmm...unlike
    `Court of the Crimson King'.
        

    
    .461
    
    Chris, pick up a copy of Prokofiev's _Lieutenant Kije Suite_ and listen
    to, er, I believe the section is named "The Troika Song".
    
    You won't be sorry.
    
    

    
    And who could forget "Asia"?
    
    (Answer: everyone)

    >And who could forget "Asia"?
    
    >(Answer: everyone)
    
    if this is in reference to greg lake, it's probably worth
    pointing out that it was, in fact, _another_ ex-king crimson
    player who sang in asia: john wetton.
    
    the drummer in asia was carl palmer (from elp), the guitar
    player was steve howe (yes) and the keyboard player was
    geoff downes (yes, buggles).
    
    on another geoff downes note, prior to joining yes for
    the "drama" album, he was the keyboard player in the buggles
    with (now) producer trevor horn (seal)... this duo was
    famous for their song "video killed the radio star" which
    was the first video played on Mtv (1981).
    
    -b

    
    The Art-Rock/Jazz-Rock scene was SO incestuous.  
    
    I mean, who DIDN'T Carl Palmer/Cozy Powell/Bill Bruford/Jeff Berlin/
    Greg Lake/John Whetton/Keith Emerson/Rick Wakeman/Patrick Moraz/
    Allan Holdsworth/Robert Fripp/Steve Howe play for?
    
    :^)
    

    The Orioles.

>this duo was
>    famous for their song "video killed the radio star" which
>    was the first video played on Mtv (1981).
 
     ...nearly dooming the concept from the start.

I've sung in Asia.

    I bought "In the Court of the Crimson King" in 1969, at the age of 12,
    on the strength of a big ad in Rolling Stone with a laudatory blurb
    from Pete Townshend.  Not quite what I expected, but I liked the
    record.
    
    "The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun.
    I walk the road, horizons change -- the tournament's begun..."

    
    
    	Hey, I *liked* Asia...... rumor has it they have or are
    	releasing a new album.......
    

    
    Speaking of song lyrics...
    
    ...Pete Sinfield's bite (IMHO, of course).
    

    (psssttt....jj....me, too...)
    
    
    

    
    When you see all the old fogeys sitting around in "Springfield
    Retirement Castle" singing the songs of their youth and reminiscing,
    do you ever see yourself like that?
    
    Somehow I can't imagine me at 80 saying "hey Zeke, remember this one":
    
    	Cat's foot, iron claw,
    	Neurosurgeons scream for more,
    	At paranoias poision door,
    	21st century schizoid man....
    
    (Then tossing the walker and falling to my arthritic knees for an air
    guitar break.)
    
    "Or how about "Brain Salad Surgery"......?
    
    
    

    "Welcome back, my friends, to the song that never ends."
    "We're so glad you're here to spend".
    "Pay inside, pay inside".

    Ok I have to ask this... Who re did (the most recent '93 I think) the
    song Cat's in the Cradle (if that's even the right title). Was it GnR
    Nirvana or someone completely different ?

Yes.

    re: .477
    
    Yes the song name is "Cat's In The Cradle", but it was someone
    "completly different"... I suggest you ask in KDX200::HEAVY_METAL.
    I've heard the version you refer to, but can't remember the
    artist's name right now...
    
    Harry Chapin, of course, recorded the original...
                  
    -b

    Do I have to open that topic !!! :*)

    A group called "Ugly Kid Joe" on the album "America's Least Wanted."

    
    figures, i knew that one and someone already answered it... :<
    
    as much as i hate to admit it, i kinda like ukj's version of the song,
    tho i prefer harry's...
    
    

	Ugly Kid Joe also did a song that was all about hate.... it was called,
"Everything about you". Very weird song......

along with a Harry Chapin song, Cat's in the Cradle...

TTom

    
    I think we just detected an infinite loop 8^).
    
    

    .484
    
    Someone did a cover of that song just a year or two ago...who was it?

    Was it Nerve Anna?

    No, it was that ugly kid, what's-his-name...

    
    
    	Ugly Kid Joe
    

    .490
    
    What was the name of that album they put out a few years back with a
    Harry Chapin cover on it?

    
    A Harry Chapin cover?  You mean "Cat('s) in the Cradle"?
    

    Thanx.. I got an answer from the Beavis' and Buttheads already ! :*)

	I thought Ugly Kid Joe did it first, Deb. Harry did the remake...

    GLEN!!!

    
    I had tickets to see Harry Chapin back in ...83?  82?  Don't remember. 
    He was killed the night before the concert.
    
    I think I'm bad luck.  Last time I saw Stevie Ray Vaughan was the night
    he crashed into the fake ski hill in Wisconsin 8^(.
    
    

	say, you didn't have any Grateful Dead tickets for Boston Garden,
	did you?

    Hey watch it!  The ski hills in Wisconsin may be tiny but they ain't
    fake.  They are every bit as real as the ones in Michigan.

    thanq, jim, for tryin'... 
    
    
    %^> %^>
    
    

    .499
    
    Ya, sometimes that happens...

    
    for some reason, little willy (the song!) qeeps running thru my head...
    
    how does the rest of that go????
    
    
    :> :> :> :>
    
    

    
    Thanks raq.... just what I needed :-(

    "<mumble><mumble>...you can't make Willy go...<mumble><mumble>"
    "<mumble><mumble>...Willy won't go...<mumble><mumble>"

    I think the group is SWEET if that helps at all....

    i know it was 'sweet' dan....:> :> :>
    
    
    little willy willy won't won't go
    you can't make willy cuz willy won't go...
    
    

    
    RAQ !  WILL YOU PLEASE STOP DOING THAT!
    
    Every time I get it outta my head, YOU put it back in!  Are you trying
    to get back at me for something?
    
    

    Isn't everybody?

    
    Everybody except Raq..... Maybe she thought she'd join in on the fun...
    :-(
    
    Dan

    well, need i remind you that you dissed terrie and me for lunch one day??
    
    
    (and if it makes you feel any better, i was actually aiming towards deb
    and 'tine... ;> )
    
    

    
    Does that mean it's my turn to aim towards someone else?
    
    Oh, Di...
    
    

    
    > well, need i remind you that you dissed terrie and me for lunch one day??
    
    God woman you hold a grudge!  Ok what do I have to do to make it up to
    you????  You still haven't told me.... :-(
    

    Suck yourself into a Pepsi bottle perhaps?

    
    Sing her a good suck-up song, like `Don't go Changin' or `You Light
    Up My Life', or...
    

re .512:

Aaaack!

    Or "You're Once, Twice, Three Tiiiiiiiimmmmmmzzzzzeladieeeeee"

    >Ok what do I have to do to make it up to you????  You still haven't told 
    >me.... :-(
    
     There's nothing that can be done; the bell cannot be unrung. 
    No go forth and sin no more.

    Can some Canadian folkie fill me in on the life & untimely death of
    Stan Rogers?  The man had the most wonderful voice...  and my wife
    "introduced" me to his music just before he died, too young.  As I
    recall he was flying on a jet when some idjit smoker lit up in one of
    the restrooms... and started a fire.  Most of the plane became
    involved, and Rogers attempted in some way to douse the flames... and
    died of smoke inhalation.  The plane was saved, along with most of the
    passengers.  I think that only Rogers and the idjit died.
    
    Is this right?  More details?  When did it happen?
                                                             
    Tnx for any info...
    
    |-{:-)
    

    
    Dan,
    
    Talk about timing - there was a documentary about Stan Rogers on the
    toob tonite.  They didn't go into too much detail about his death, but
    I gathered from the clippings they showed that your account is about
    right.  He had just played at a folk festival in Texas and was on an
    Air Canada flight back home.  The fire forced the plane down in 
    Cincinatti.  This was in June, 1983.
    
    He was born in Hamilton, Ontario, in 1949.
    

    Yeh.  Someone (I forget who) shipped me a URL for a Webpage put up by a
    fan.  Whoever you are, your EMail address was A1-style and I was on a
    UNIX system and didn't have the time to figger out how to go thru two
    damn gateways to get to your hoary address.  But thanx!!  
    
    Apparently Rogers' actions around his death brought him many posthumous
    honors.  He must have been quite a man.
    

    
    'Twas I, Dr. Dan.   :^)
    

    So NU, when ya gonna quit usin' that greasy A1(tm)-stuff??  
    
    Dan$Lazy
    
    PS -- thanks -- I really enjoyed skimming that page...
    

    
    It wasn't A1, honest!!  It was a simple VAXmail, I swear!
    

    Welll, OK.  Guess I musta been thrown by the automagic EMail-header-
    mangling stuff we use in this madhouse to keep all of our mailsystems
    in uneasy coexistence...
    
    But don't do it again!! :-) :-)
    

    
    <<<tremble>>>
    

    <<<<menace>>>
    

    Extreme - listened to them on the way into work this morning. Haven't
    played the tape for ages. I had a few hearing problems after turning 
    it off though !! :*) I really should alter the volume doodaa

    I also listened to them on the ride in this morn. Their latest,"Waiting
    for the punchline". Particularly the track "Naked"! Should have been
    their first single from the album instead of the predictabley generic "Hip
    today".    
    Peter

       Sorry if I didn't remember this exactly right from the Soul
      Asylum concert at Great Woods last night, but it struck a deep
      chord in this Deccie geezer's being.  Perhaps the corporate
      branding office could buy the commercial rights ?  I'm sure
      all those X'ers were staring at me, but I couldn't help standing
      and screaming out the final phrase over and over...

       Misery
     -----------------
       they say misery loves company
       we could start a company and make misery
       frustrated incorporated
       I know just what you need, I might just have the thing
       I know what what you'd pay to see, put me out of my misery
       I do it for you, you do it for me ?
       we will always be busy making misery
       we could build a factory, and make misery
       we'll create the cure, we made the disease
       frustrated incorporated
       I know just what you need, I might just have the thing
       I know what you'd pay to feel, put me out of my misery
       all ya suicide kings and drama queens
       forever after happy making misery
       did you satisfy your greed, get what you need ?
       was it only envy, so empty
       frustrated incorporated
       Frustrated, Incorporated !!
       fruSTRATed inCORPorated !!!!
       FRUSTRATED INCORPORATED
       FFRRUUSSTTRRAATTEED  INCORPORATED !!!!!!!!!

    
    You `bootlegged' the concert, didn't you?
    
    ;^)
    

    
      Actually, I'm usually no good at recalling lyrics.  They had some
     other good songs, but I can't remember them too well.  Yes, the crowd
     was 20's, not teens, so I wuz only mebbe twice as old.  The warmup
     bands were Matthew Sweet, followed by the Jayhawks, which is sort of
     electric country stuff.  As to Soul Asylum, it is the singer David
     Pirner (sp?) who makes the band.  Quite the stage performer.  The
     encore, believe it or not, was him singing Glen Campbell's
     Like a Rhinestone Cowboy.  Most of the rest was new to me.
    
      bb

    I thought that was a Neil Diamond tune.
    
    The crowd DEFINTELY had no idea what to do with that one...

    
    I know what happens
    I read that book
    I believe [he] just got the `goobye look'.
    

    Won't you pour me a Cuban Breeze, Gretchen?

    
    
    Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the bubble gum trees
    And the soda water fountains
    The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
    On the Big Rock Candy Mountain
    

    Midnight to 6 man,
    for the first time from Jamaica.
    Dillinger and Leroy Smart
    Delroy Wilson,your cool operator.
    
    Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae,
    With backing bands sound system.
    And if they`ve got anything to say,
    there`s many black ears here to listen.
    
    But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right,
    charging from the bass knives to the treble,
    but onstage they ain`t got no roots rock reble.
    onstage they ain`t got no...roots rebel.
    
    Dress back jump back,this is a bluebeat attack,
    `cos it won`t get you anywhere,
     fooling with your guns.
     The British Army is waiting out there,
     And it weighs fifteen hundred tons.
    
    White youth,black youth
    better find another solution.
    Why not phone up Robin Hood,
    and ask him for some wealth distribution.
    
    Punk rockers,in the UK,
    they won`t notice anyway.
    They`re all too busy fighting,
    for a good place under the lighting.
    
    The new groups are not concerned,
    with what there is to be learned.
    They got Burton suits,ha you think it`s funny,
    turning rebellion into money.
    
    All over people changing their votes,
    Along with their overcoats.
    If Adolf Hitler flew in today,
    they`d send a limousine anyway.
    
    I`m the all night drug-prowling wolf,
    who looks so sick in the sun.
    I`m the white man in the Hammersmith Palais,
    just lookin` for fun.
    
    I`m only,looking for fun.
    
    
      

    
    
    
    Fell off my bike and it got bent
    Uh oh, accident
    Oh no, bike bent....accident
    
    Picked up a hammer and I hit my thumb
    Uh oh, accidumb
    Oh no, poor thumb....accidumb
    
    Jumped in the lake with a flying leap
    Uh oh, accideep
    Oh no, lake deep....accideep
    
    
    Skin my knee, bump my head
    It's a wonder I live through
    all the stupid things
    I accidentally accido
    
    Fell on my lunch and it went squish
    Uh oh, accidish
    Oh no, lunch squish...accidish
    
    Sat in the yard and got attacked by ants
    Uh oh, accidance
    Oh no, ants in my pants...accidance
    
    Took my bath and I ate soap
    Uh oh, accidope
    Oh no, ate soap....accidope
    
    
    This is the way my day is spent
    Uh oh, accident
    Oh no, day spent
    I don't want no more accident
    
    Skin my knee, bump my head
    It's a wonder I live through
    All the stupid things
    I accidentally accido.
    

I've got a bike
you can ride it if you like
it's got a basket
a bell that rings
and things to make it look good

I'd lend it to you
if I could
but I borrowed it...

    
    
    
    A stegosaurus in the forest munching on some hay
    Lay down to snooze in a pile of ooze
    and sadly passed away.
    Her body changed and rearranged as
    she shrank beneath the soil,
    And over time she turned to slime
    And then she turned to oil.
    
    So, she disappeared for a jillion years till finally
    She is found
    By a guy named Bill with an oil drill who sucks her
    from the ground.
    Bill pipes that poor old dinosaur to an oil refinery
    Where they bubble and boil and change that oil
    Into stuff for you and me.
    
    From the late Jurassic it's fantassic how our dino friend
    Has now become petrolium, and still that's not the end.
    With dino-juice they now produce a million plastic jugs,
    and stegosaurus drinking straws and stegosaurus mugs.
    
    That's the way the system works
    Things don't disappear.
    We turn sand into window glass
    And roots into rootbeer.
    We cut and mine and we refine and
    Make these things and then
    Use 'em not just once or twice
    But again and again and again and again and again.
    
    And if a dinosaur could see us
    Pouring orange juice this way
    From a plastic jug we made of her
    Well this is what she'd say:
    
    "It took me 80 million years to get to you today,
     so, don't throw that jug, don't throw that mug, 
     Don't you throw me away!"
    

    White man in Hammersmith Palais is THE BEST Clash song. Barring none.
    
    
    Peter

   > BEST Clash
    
    Shouldn't this go in the oxymoron topic?

I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key.

    
    I think that we should get together
    And try them on to see
    
    

    
    remind me to {smaq} you both...
    
    

    
    That's not the next line.
    
    

    
    
     I don't get it...
    

    Sounds like a personal problem.

    
    Beverly?
    
    

    
    She's gone to Shirley....
    

    
    She should stop by my house; I love company.
    
    

    Ring!ring! it`s 7.00 AM
    move yourself to go again.
    Cold water in the face,
    Brings you back to this awful place.
    Knuckle merchants and you bankers ,too
    Must get up and learn those rules.
    Weather man and the crazy chief,
    one says sun and one says sleet.
    AM,the FM and the PM too,
    Churning out that boogaloo.
    Gets you up and gets you out,
    But how long can you keep it up?
    Gimme Honda,gimme Sony,
    so cheap and real phony.
    Hong Kong dollars and Indian Cents,
    English pounds and Eskimo pence.
    
    Working for a rise,better my station,
    Take my baby to sophistication.
    She`s seen the ads,she thinks it`s nice,
    Better work hard - i`ve seen the price.
    Never mind that it`s time for the bus,
    we got to work - and you`re one of us.
    Clocks go slow in a place of work,
    minutes drag and the hours jerk..
    
    blah,blah,blah. I cannae be bothered to write the rest.
    

Comes A Time  [Garcia/Hunter]

Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see?
Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe."
Don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill,
only love can fill.

Been walking all morning went walking all night
I can't see much difference between the dark and light
And I feel the wind and I taste the rain
Never in my mind to cause so much pain.

Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see?
Gotta make it somehow on the the dreams you still believe."
Don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill,
only love can fill.

From day to day just letting it ride.
You get so far away from how it feels inside.
You can't let go cause you're afraid to fall,
But the day may come when you can't feel at all.

The words come out like an angry stream.
You hear yourself say things you could never mean.
When you cool down you find your mind.
You got a lot of words you've got to stand behind.

Comes a time when the blind-man takes your hand, says "Don't you see?
Gotta make it somehow on the dreams you still believe."
Don't give it up, you got an empty cup only love can fill,
only love can fill, only love can fill, only love can fill.

    
    She wanted to test her husband.
    She knew exactly what to do.
    A pseudonym to fool him,
    She couldn't have made a worse move.
    She sent him scented letters,
    And he received them with a strange delight,
    Just like his wife.
    But how she was before the tears.
    And how she was before the years flew by.
    And how she was when she was beautiful.
    She signed the letter:
    
    All yours. Babooshka Babooshka Babooshka, ya ya
    I'm all yours. Babooshka Babooshka.
    
    She wanted to take it further.
    So she arranged a place to go.
    To see if he,
    Would fall for her incognito.
    And when he laid eyes on her,
    He got the feeling they had met before.
    Uncanny, how she
    Reminds him of his little lady.
    Capacity to give him all he needs,
    Just like his wife before she freezed on him.
    Just like his wife when she was beatiful.
    He shouted out:
    
    I'm all yours! Babooshka Babooshka Babooshka, ya-ya
    All yours, Babooshka Babooshka Babooshka...
    
    "Babooshka"
    Kate Bush from "Never for Ever"
    Copyright (C) 1980 Capital/EMI

    
    There's a saying old, says that love is blind
    Still I'm often told: 'seek, and ye shall find'
    So I'm going to seek a certain lad I have in mind.
    
    Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
    He's the big affair I cannot forget
    Only man I ever think of with regret.
    
    I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
    Tell me...where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?
    
    
    There's a somebody I'm longing to see
    I hope that he
    Turns out to be
    Someone to watch over me
    
    I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
    I know I could
    Always be good
    To one who'll watch over me
    
    Although he may not be the man some girls think of as handsome
    To my heart he carries the key
    
    Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
    Follow my lead
    Oh, how I need
    Someone to watch over me
    
    Someone to watch over me.
    
    

       
       The Tootsie Pop person is thanked.  Now if I could only remember
       if it's Joan Morris and William Bolcom, or the other way around.

    
    	I got one of those "please buy some really old music from us
    	since no one else will" flyers from some music distributor,
    	and what do I see but "Vaughan Moore's Greatest Hits".
    
    	The only time I've ever thought of Topaz when I wasn't at
    	work.
    

    black or white,sit back,
    turn it on and face the new religion,
    everybody`s sitting round watching television.
    
    London`s burning with boredom now,
    London`s burning dial 999.
    
    
    
    

    	
     When I was a lad I served a term
     As office boy to an Attorney's firm.
     I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
     And I polished up the handle of the big front door.
     	I polished up that handle so carefullee
        That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
    
    CHORUS.--He polished, etc.
    
     As office boy I made such a mark
     That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
     I served the writs with a smile so bland,
     And I copied all the letters in a big round hand--
     	I copied all the letters in a hand so free,
        That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
    
    CHORUS.- He copied, etc.
    
              
    In serving writs I made such a name
    That an articled clerk I soon became;
    I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
    For the pass examination at the Institute,
    	And that pass examination did so well for me,
       	That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
    
    CHORUS.--And that pass examination, etc.
    
    Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip
    That they took me into the partnership.
    And that junior partnership, I ween,
    Was the only ship that I ever had seen.
    	But that kind of ship so suited me,
        That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
    
    CHORUS.- But that kind, etc.
    
    I grew so rich that I was sent
    By a pocket borough into Parliament.
    I always voted at my party's call,
    And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.
    	I thought so little, they rewarded me
        By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
    
    CHORUS.- He thought so little, etc.
    
    Now landsmen all, whoever you may be,
    If you want to rise to the top of the tree,
    If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool,
    Be careful to be guided by this golden rule--
    	Stick close to your desks and never go to sea,
        And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!
       
    CHORUS.--Stick close, etc.
    
    

       > That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navel!
       
       Huh?

    Intone after me... from the diaphragm...
    
    "There is no place like OM," fellow skeptic.
    

       re .561:
       
       I don't think they make one in my size.
       
       --Mr Topaz
       
       p.s.: Ever heard Om Kalsoum?

                 Nope but if ya hum a few barz I can fake it

    
    	Topaz,
    
    	Have you a copy of the true lyrics to that lovely Irish tune ?
    
    	If so, would you enter them here ??
    
    	Karen
    

       re .564:
       
       I refuse to answer unless you address me as Mr Topaz.
       
       --Mr Topaz

    Karen:
    
    Don't do it.  Topes is trying to exert his male dominance over you.  I
    saw it in a Dragnet episode!
    
    -Jack

    
    These days I seem to think a lot
    About the things that I forgot to do...
    
    Please don't confront me with my failures
    I have not forgotten them...
    

    
    	Ahhh... old Jackson Browne... brings back memories!
    
    	As for Mr. Topaz, I terribly regret not addressing you 
    	in proper form.  Please accept my most humble apology for this
    	and all future infractions.  
    
    	Karen
    

    He will respond to Mr. Topan, or if you mention that the Habs are 2 and
    0 over the Bruins.

       re .564:
       
       Sorry, Karen, I don't have the lyrics.
       
       --Mr Topaz

I wonder who's kissing her now.
I wonder who's teaching her how.
I wonder who's looking into her eyes,
                                     breathing sighs,
                                                     telling lies.
I wonder who's buying her wine
For those lips that I used to call mine.
And I wonder if she
                    ever tells him of me.
I wonder who's kissing her now.

    re .570
    	
    quelle surprise ...
    

.571

Sigh.  It's too early to go home and listen to Harry.


Sit beside the breakfast table,
Think about your troubles.
Pour yourself a cup of tea
and think about the bubbles.
You can take your tear-drops,
and drop them in a tea-cup.....


sniff


\Chele    

    
    "That's me in the corner, losing my religion"

    
    Oh, I thought it was "boozing's my religion" 8^))))))))))))))).
    
    

Is this already here?



This is Uncle Al, 
The Kiddies' Pal
Hello little kids, Hello!

    No, he's in jail
    Looking pale
    'cause kids said "that's the fellow!"

    
    	"Kinko, Kinko,
    	the kid-loving clown,
    	If the kids just love me back
    	I'll never wear a frown."
    

    
    Isn't that the place with the copiers?
    

    We're aaaaaaaaa....fter the same.....rainbows end.....
    waiting round the bend.....
    my Huckleberry friend.......

    I *luv* "Breakfast at Tiffany's" - Moon River is a great song!

    i grew up listening to andy william's moon river!  over and
    over again!  moms would blast it as she cleaned on the house
    on saturday...my brother and I would head for the hills!

 How about Pat Boone's "Moody River"..


 "moody river your muddy waters took my baby's life"

    ricky nelson was the first one i went goo-gah over.
    he'd play a tune after the O&H show.  

 >> "moody river your muddy waters took my baby's life"
    
    Muddy Waters was a baby killer?!  Geez, the things you learn
    in here... :-)
    
    Chris

 apparantly Pat Boone thought so

    
    Evelyn, a modified dog
    Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily
    Draped across the piano, with some suprise
    
    In the darkened room 
    Where the chairs dismayed
    And the horrible curtains
    Muffled the rain
    She could hardly believe her eyes
    
    A curious breeze
    A garlic breath 
    Which sounded like a snore
    Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within)
    Had caused the doily fringe to waft and tremble in the gloom
    
    Evelyn, a dog, having undergone
    Further modification
    Pondered the significance of short-person behavior
    In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance 
    And other highly ambient domains...
    
    Arf she said
    

[From the net, author unknown...]

To the tune of The Eagles' "Hotel California"

    In a dark dim machine room
    Cool A/C in my hair
    Warm smell of silicon
    Rising up through the air
    Up ahead in the distance
    I saw a Solarian(tm) light
    My kernel grew heavy, and my disk grew slim
    I had to halt(8) for the night
    The backup spun in the tape drive
    I heard a terminal bell
    And I was thinking to myself
    This could be BSD or USL
    Then they started a lawsuit
    And they showed me the way
    There were salesmen down the corridor
    I thought I heard them say

    Welcome to Berkeley California>
    Such a lovely place
    Such a lovely place (backgrounded)
    Such a lovely trace(1)
    Plenty of jobs at Berkeley California
    Any time of year
    Any time of year (backgrounded)
    You can find one here
    You can find one here

    Their code was definately twisted
    But they've got the stock market trends
    They've got a lot of pretty, pretty lawyers
    That they call friends
    How they dance in the courtroom
    See BSDI sweat
    Some sue to remember
    Some sue to forget
    So I called up Kernighan
    Please bring me ctime(3)
    He said
    We haven't had that tm_year since 1969
    And still those functions are calling from far away
    Wake up Jobs in the middle of the night
    Just to hear them say

    Welcome to Berkeley California
    Such a lovely Place
    Such a lovely Place (backgrounded)
    Such a lovely trace(1)
    They're livin' it up suing Berkeley California
    What a nice surprise
    What a nice surprise (backgrounded)
    Bring your alibies

    Windows NT a dreaming
    Pink OS on ice
    And they said
    We are all just prisoners here
    Of a marketing device
    And in the judges's chambers
    They gathered for the feast
    They diff(1)'d the source code listings
    But they can't kill -9 the beast
    Last thing I remember
    I was restore(8)'ing | more(1)
    I had to find the soft link back to the path I was before
    sleep(3) said the pagedaemon
    We are programmed to recv(2)
    You can swap out any time you like
    But you can never leave(1)

    [ substitute whirring of disk and tape drives for guitar solo ]