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Willets Point Oct 03 2006 01:07 PM

Well the preacher got drunk He throwed his bible down He told the congregation I'm Alabama bound I'm Alabama bound I'm Alabama bound If the train don't run I've got a mule to ride Well I've been in New York City And I've been in New York town Good lord but I've been in the mountains With the blues all around I jumped in the river And I started to drown I spotted a red-headed woman Good lord I couldn't go down

metirish Oct 03 2006 01:20 PM

Near Banbridge town in the County Down one morning last July Down a Boreen green came a sweet coleen and she smiled as she passed me by She looked so sweet from her two bare feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself, for to see I was really there From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the brown coleen that I met in the County Down As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head and I looked with a feeling rare And I says, says I, to a passer-by: Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair? He smiled at me and he says, says he: That's the gem of Irelands crown Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann she's the star of the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the brown coleen that I met in the County Down At the harvest fair she'll be surely there, so I'll dress in my Sunday clothes With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right, for a smile from my nut-brown rose No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, til my plough is a rust-coloured brown Til a smiling bride by my own fireside, sits the star of the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the brown coleen that I met in the County Down From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the brown coleen that I met in the County Down

Edgy DC Oct 03 2006 01:26 PM Re: Alphabetical Songs With Place Names in the Title Thread

Willets Point wrote: I jumped in the river And I started to drown I spotted a red-headed woman Good lord I couldn't go down I hate that.

Willets Point Oct 03 2006 01:43 PM

You hate the verse or you hate when that happens? It looks like we skipped B&C to get to the County Down.

MFS62 Oct 03 2006 01:46 PM

I think he was using Banbridge. And since I can't bring myself to use the Sinatra song about Chicago since it mentions the Cubs and Wrigley Field, here's another: The Night Chicago Died My daddy was a cop On the East Side of Chicago Back in the USA Back in the bad old days. In the heat of a summer night In the land of the Dollar Bill When the town of Chicago died And they talk about it still When a man named Al Capone Tried to make that town his own And he called his gang to war With the forces of the law Chorus: I heard my momma cry I heard to pray the night Chicago died Brother what a night the people saw Brother what a fight the people saw Yes indeed. And the sound of the battle rang Through the streets of the old East Side Till the last of the hoodlum gang Had surrendered up or died. There was shouting in the street And the sound of running feet And I asked someone who said "About one hundred cops were dead." Chorus: And then there was no sound at all But the clock upon the wall Tick tock, tick tock And then the door burst open wide And my daddy stepped inside And he kissed my momma's face And he brushed her tears away. Later

metirish Oct 03 2006 01:47 PM

Sorry, a town name has to be in the title?,I was using Bantry for B....

metirish Oct 03 2006 01:48 PM

Carrigfergus I wish I was in Carrigfergus Only for nights in Ballygrant I would swim over the deepest ocean For my love to find But the sea is wide and I cannot cross over And neither have I the wings to fly I wish I could meet a handsome boatsman To ferry me over, to my love and die. My childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy times I spent so long ago My boyhood friends and my own relations Have all passed on now like melting snow. But I'll spend my days in endless roaming Soft is the grass, my bed is free. Ah, to be back now in Carrigfergus On that long road down to the sea. But in Kilkenny, it is reported On marble stones there as black as ink With gold and silver I would support her But I'll sing no more 'till I get a drink. For I'm drunk today, and I'm seldom sober A handsome rover from town to town Ah, but I'm sick now, my days are numbered Come all you young men and lay me down.

RealityChuck Oct 03 2006 02:07 PM

I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shinin My '60 Cadillac was rollin through Nebraska whinin Doin a hundred twenty man the fields was bendin over Hay down our motor mount and snowin, we was travelin further All the pipes were blazin and the screamin wheels turnin, turnin Had my girl beside me brother, brother she was burnin, burnin Break A hooked up babtist preachin souther funky school teacher She had a line on somethin heavy but we couldn't reach her We told her that we needed something that would get us going She pulled out all she had and layed it on the counter showin All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up Asked how much she needed, man, we lit out in a pickup truck & GO Get outta Denver better go, go Get outta Denver better go-ooooh Get outta Denver better go, go Get outta Denver cause you like just like a commie and you might just be a member, better Get outta Denver, better, get outta Denver Well, red lights are flashin and the sirens were a screamin We had to pinch each other just to see if we was dreamin Made it to Loveland Pass in under less than half an hour Lord, it started drizzlin and it turned into a thunder shower The rain kept drivin but the Caddy kept on burnin rubber We kept on drivin til we ran into some fog cover We couldn't see a thing somehow we just kept on goin We kept on drivin all night long and then into the mornin Fog had finally lifted when we looked to see where we was at We're sailin in a column had a state policeman trooper's hat Get outta Denver better go, go Get outta Denver better go-ooooh Get outta Denver better go, go Get outta Denver cause you like just like a commie and you might just be a member, better Get outta Denver, better, get outta Denver Scat................... go, go Scat................... go-ooooh Scat................... go, go Scat................... cause you like just like a commie and you might just be a member, better Get outta Denver, better GO!

MFS62 Oct 03 2006 02:21 PM

From Marty Robbins: Out in the West Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl. Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina; Music would play and Felina would whirl. Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina, Wicked and evil while casting a spell. My love was deep for this Mexican maiden; I was in love but in vain, I could tell. One night a wild young cowboy came in, Wild as the West Texas wind. Dashing and daring, A drink he was sharing With wicked Felina, The girl that I loved. So in anger I Challenged his right for the love of this maiden. Down went his hand for the gun that he wore. My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat; The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor. Just for a moment I stood there in silence, Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done. Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there; I had but one chance and that was to run. Out through the back door of Rosa's I ran, Out where the horses were tied. I caught a good one. It looked like it could run. Up on its back And away I did ride, Just as fast as I Could from the West Texas town of El Paso Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico. Back in El Paso my life would be worthless. Everything's gone in life; nothing is left. It's been so long since I've seen the young maiden My love is stronger than my fear of death. I saddled up and away I did go, Riding alone in the dark. Maybe tomorrow A bullet may find me. Tonight nothing's worse than this Pain in my heart. And at last here I Am on the hill overlooking El Paso; I can see Rosa's cantina below. My love is strong and it pushes me onward. Down off the hill to Felina I go. Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys; Off to my left ride a dozen or more. Shouting and shooting I can't let them catch me. I have to make it to Rosa's back door. Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel A deep burning pain in my side. Though I am trying To stay in the saddle, I'm getting weary, Unable to ride. But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen, Though I am weary I can't stop to rest. I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle. I feel the bullet go deep in my chest. From out of nowhere Felina has found me, Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side. Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for, One little kiss and Felina, good-bye. Later

sharpie Oct 05 2006 06:07 PM

From Monty Python: Finland, Finland, Finland The country where I want to be Pony trekking or camping Or just watching TV Finland, Finland, Finland It's the country for me You're so near to Russia So far from Japan Quite a long way from Cairo Lots of miles from Vietnam Finland, Finland, Finland The country where I want to be Eating breakfast or dinner Or snack lunch in the hall Finland, Finland, Finland Finland has it all You're so sadly neglected And often ignored A poor second to Belgium When going abroad Finland, Finland, Finland The country where I quite want to be Your mountains so lofty Your treetops so tall Finland, Finland, Finland Finland has it all Finland, Finland, Finland The country where I quite want to be Your mountains so lofty Your treetops so tall Finland, Finland, Finland Finland has it all Finland has it all

MFS62 Oct 05 2006 06:12 PM

Georgia, Georgia, The whole day through Just an old sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind I'm say Georgia Georgia A song of you Comes as sweet and clear As moonlight through the pines Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you I said Georgia, Ooh Georgia, no peace I find Just an old sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind Other arms reach out to me Other eyes smile tenderly Still in peaceful dreams I see The road leads back to you Georgia, Georgia, No peace, no peace I find Just this old, sweet song Keeps Georgia on my mind I said just an old sweet song, Keeps Georgia on my mind Later

Edgy DC Oct 06 2006 10:32 AM

PT boat On the way to Havana I used to make a living, man Pickin' the banana. Now I'm a guide for the CIA Hooray for the USA! Baby, baby, make me a loco Baby, baby, make me a mambo Sent to spy On a Cuban talent show First stop Havana au go-go I used to make a living, man Pickin' the banana Hooray for Havana! Baby, baby, make me a loco Baby, baby, make me a mambo

TheOldMole Oct 06 2006 10:32 AM

This Nine Pound Hammer, Is a little too heavy, For my side, baby for my side. I'm a-goin' to the mountain, Gonna see my baby. But i ain't comin' back, No. I ain't comin' back. Roll on, buddy, Don't ya roll so slow. How, can I roll, When my wheels won't go. Well. it's a long way to Harlan, It's a long way to Hazard, Just to get a little brew, Just to get a little brew. When I'm long gone, Don't you make my tombstone, Outta number nine coal, Outta number nine coal.

Edgy DC Oct 06 2006 10:34 AM

Oh, a photo finish after 14 hours!

cooby Oct 06 2006 10:35 AM

Amazingly, I was the 1,000,000th visitor to three different websites while looking for these lyrics. You take a bus marked "Lakewood Drive" And you keep on drivin' till you're out of the city Where the air is fine with the sweet smellin pine And the countryside's pretty And you'll see daffodils peepin over The hills or a honey lovin' mama bear You take a left at the bridge Go down to Quakerforn Ridge And in a minute you're there (dupe do be do do do ) Indian Lake is a scene You should make with your little one Keep it in mind if you're lookin to find A place in the summer sun Swim in the cove have a snack in the grove Or you can rent a canoe at Indian Lake You'll be able to make the way the Indians do

sharpie Oct 06 2006 10:52 AM

From Tom Waits: I got the style but not the grace I got the clothes but not the face I got the bread but not the butter I got the winda but not the shutter But I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan But heh I'm big in Japan I got the house but not the deed I got the horn but not the reed I got the cards but not the luck I got the wheel but not the truck But heh I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I got the moon I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation On its knees I got the rooster I got the crow I got the ebb I got the flow I got the powder but not the gun I got the dog but not the bun I got the clouds but not the sky I got the stripes but not the tie But heh I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan Heh ho they love the way I do it Heh ho there's really nothing to it I got the moon I got the cheese I got the whole damn nation on their knees I got the rooster I got the crow I got the ebb I got the flow I got the sizzle but not the steak I got the boat but not the lake I got the sheets but not the bed I got the jam but not the bread But heh I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan I'm big in Japan, I'm big in Japan

Edgy DC Oct 06 2006 11:05 AM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Oct 06 2006 11:08 AM

I think I'm going to Katmandu. Thats really, really where Im going to. If I ever get out of here, Thats what I'm gonna do. K-k-k-k-k-k Katmandu. I think thats really where I'm going to. If I ever get out of here, I'm going to Katmandu. I got no kick against the west coast. Warner brothers are such good hosts. I raise my whiskey glass and give them a toast. I'm sure they know its true. I got no rap against the southern states. Every time I've been there, its been great. But now Im leaving and I cant be late And to myself be true. Thats why I'm going to Katmandu. Up to the mountains where Im going to. And if I ever get out of here, Thats what Im gonna do. K-k-k-k-k-k Katmandu. Thats really, really where I'm going to. If I ever get out of here, I'm going to Katmandu. I've got no quarrel with the midwest. The folks out there have given me their best. I've lived there all my life; I've been their guest. I sure have loved it, too. I'm tired of looking at the TV news. I'm tired of driving hard and paying dues I figure, baby, I've got nothing to lose. I'm tired of being blue. That's why I'm going to Katmandu. Up to the mountains where I'm going to. If I ever get out of here, Thats what Im gonna do. K-k-k-k-k-k Katmandu. Take me, baby, cause I'm going with you. If I ever get out of here, I'm going to Katmandu. I ain't got nothin 'gainst the east coast. You want some people where they got the most! And New York City's like a friendly ghost; You seem to pass right through. I know I'm gonna miss the USA. I guess I'll miss it every single day. But no one loves me here anyway! I know my plane is due. The one that's going to Katmandu. Up to the mountains where I'm going to. If I ever get out of here, Thats what I'm gonna do. K-k-k-k-k-k Katmandu. Really, really, really, going to. If I ever get out of here, If I ever get out of here, If I ever get out of here, I'm going to Katmandu!

RealityChuck Oct 06 2006 11:07 AM

What has happened down here is the wind have changed Clouds roll in from the north and it started to rain Rained real hard and rained for a real long time Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline The river rose all day The river rose all night Some people got lost in the flood Some people got away alright The river have busted through cleard down to Plaquemines Six feet of water in the streets of Evangelne CHORUS Louisiana, Louisiana They're tyrin' to wash us away They're tryin' to wash us away Louisiana, Louisiana They're tryin' to wash us away They're tryin' to wash us away President Coolidge came down in a railroad train With a little fat man with a note-pad in his hand The President say, "Little fat man isn't it a shame what the river has done To this poor crackers land." (Had to change -- my original had an "L" place name, but not in the title._

Willets Point Oct 06 2006 11:17 AM

Rats, I was patiently waiting for someone to post an "H" and then missed it. The Girl from Ipanema will have to wait another round. I’ve been thinking I’ve been thinking I’ve been thinking too much I just want to live now for a little while And cast my dreams to the wind Don’t wanna wonder Don’t wanna wonder what it’s all about I’m just working for a living singing with my friends As I cast my dreams to the wind Maryland, I’m coming home Never worry about what I did wrong And that I’ll never be what my daddy wanted me to be And I’ll never see what my mama’s dreams were But I will sing La la la la la la la la... I wanna fly I wanna fly down the highway to my home away from home This funky funky club on fairfax avenue to see you I’ll never give up Because what is there to give up anyway I’m just working for a living working for my pay In maryland it’s raining somewhere in some cafe Maryland, I’m coming home Never worry about what I did wrong And that I’ll never be what my daddy wanted me to be And I’ll never see what my mama’s dreams were But I can sing La la la la la la la la...

cooby Oct 06 2006 11:19 AM

That's funny because I was waiting patiently to post Indian Lake

TheOldMole Oct 06 2006 01:57 PM

Oo ah oo ah oo oo, Kitty Tell us about the boy From New York City Oo ah oo ah come on, Kitty Tell us about the boy From New York City He's kinda tall He's really fine, yeah, yeah, Someday I hope to make him mine, all mine yeah, yeah And he's neat and oh, so sweet, and the way he looked at me just Swept me off my feet Yeah, yeah Oo ee you oughta come and see How he walks yeah yeah And he talks Oo ah oo ah oo oos Kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Oo ah oo ah come on, Kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's really down and he's no Clown yeah yeah He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town yeah, yeah And he's cute in his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of Spending loot yeah, yeah Oo ee, yeah we're all right Yeah, oo oo Ev'ry time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Ev'ry time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine. That's him Alright he's the boy from New York City We call him Jill, we're all right. Oo ah oo ah Kitty, tell us about the boy from New York City Oo ah oo ah Kitty, Tell us about the boy from New York City

SteveJRogers Oct 06 2006 09:41 PM

Brand new state! Brand new state, gonna treat you great! Gonna give you barley, carrots and pertaters, Pasture fer the cattle, Spinach and termayters! Flowers on the prarie where the June bugs zoom, Plen'y of air and plen'y of room, Plen'y of room to swing a rope! Plen'y of heart and plen'y of hope. Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet When the wind comes right behind the rain. Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk Makin' lazy circles in the sky. We know we belong to the land And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say Yeeow! Ayipioeeay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O.K. Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet When the wind comes right behind the rain. Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk Makin' lazy circles in the sky. We know we belong to the land And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say Yeeow! Ayipioeeay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O.K.

cooby Oct 06 2006 10:15 PM

Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk Good times, man.

TheOldMole Oct 07 2006 05:04 PM

(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) And I walk up and down 'neath the clock (By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) But I ain't got a thing left to hock She was peaches, she was honey, and she cost me all my money 'cause a whirl 'round the town was her dream (was her dream) Took her dancin', took her dinin' till her blue eyes were shinin' With the sights that they never had seen (never seen) If you should run into a golden-haired angel And ask her tonight for a date She'll tell you somewhere there's a rich millionaire Who is calling again about eight (There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) And I've just gotta get five or ten (five or ten) (From the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) Gotta be with my angel again She was peaches, she was honey, and she cost me all my money 'cause a whirl 'round the town was her dream (was her dream) (Took her dancin', took her dinin' till her blue eyes were shinin') (With the sights that they never had seen) If you should run into a golden-haired angel And ask her tonight for a date She'll tell you somewhere there's a rich millionaire Who is calling again about eight (There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) And I've just gotta get five or ten (five or ten) (From the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) Gotta be with my angel again Gotta be with my angel again

sharpie Oct 08 2006 12:28 PM

You have all read the wonderful stories Of the countries far over the sea From whence came our ancestors To establish this land of the free There are some folk who still like to travel To see what they have over there But when they go look, it's not like the book And they find there is none to compare With beautiful, beautiful Queensland Out where the wild flowers grow (flowers grow) We're proud of our beautiful climate Where we never see ice or snow You can live on the plains or the mountains Or down where the sea breezes blow And you're still in beautiful Queensland The most wonderful state that I know An old timer called the ?...............? And the fiddle was playing three quarter I held your hand with a new wedding band While Nelly sang Alan Water And even now when we're older dear I still hold a sweet memory Of our wedding ball and the bridal waltz They played for you and me

TheOldMole Oct 08 2006 01:04 PM

From this valley they say you are going We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile For they say you are taking the sunshine That has brightened our pathways awhile CHORUS: Come and sit by my side, if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu Just remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true I've been thinking a long time, my darling Of the sweet words you never would say Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish For they say you are gong away Do you think of the valley you're leaving O how lonely and how dreary it will be And do you think of the kind hearts you're breaking And the pain you are causing to me CHORUS They will bury me where you have wandered Near the hills where the daffodils grow When you're gone from the Red River Valley For I can't live without you I know

Edgy DC Oct 08 2006 04:57 PM

Met you on a traffic island We were there all day In the middle of the world's highway. Summer left its light green lipstick On our faces Took us to all the pretty places Highway 405 will take you From the Boom Boom Room To Interstate 5 which goes right to The San Diego Zoo. San Diego Zoo. How could I have ever left you? Left you in a sidewalk cafe. I'm the restless kind. And I must have been out of my mind 'Cause I haven't slept since Wednesday. I've been getting thin. I just want to see your silly grin. Highway 405 will take you From the Boom Boom Room To Interstate 5 which goes right to The San Diego Zoo. San Diego Zoo. How could I have ever left you? Highway 405 will take you From the Boom Boom Room To Interstate 5 which goes right to The San Diego Zoo. San Diego Zoo. How could I have ever left you?

TheOldMole Oct 08 2006 06:46 PM

Two for the price of one: T for texas, T for Tennessee T for texas, T for Tennessee T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall I can get more women than a passenger train could haul I'm gonna buy myself a pistol just as long as I'm tall I'm gonna buy myself a pistol just as long as I'm tall I'm gonna shoot poor Thelma just to see her jump and fall nd if that's your mama, you better tie her to your side If that's your mama, you better tie her to your side Cause if she flags my train I'm sure gonna let her ride I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, with a great long shiny barrel I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, with a great long shiny barrel I'm gonna shoot me a rounder oh that stole away my gal I'd rather drink muddy water, and sleep in a hollow log I'd rather drink muddy water, and sleep in a hollow log Than to be in atlanta treated like a dirty hog Well it's T for texas, T for Tennessee T for texas, T for Tennessee T for Thelma, the girl who made a wreck out of me

Willets Point Oct 08 2006 08:31 PM

Well I've been saving for a custom van And I've been playing for a cover band And my baby doesn't understand Why I never turned from boy to man I got it made I got it down I am the king of this island town I'm on my own I'm on my way Down Utopia Parkway And while I'm waiting for my time to come I'm gonna get a little shopping done I'll get some paper and a staple gun And put my name in front of everyone I got it made I got it down I am the king of this goddamn town I'm on my own I'm on my way Down Utopia Parkway Gonna let my hair grow down my back Gonna brace myself for the big attack And they'll never know what hit them when I'm gone

cooby Oct 08 2006 10:07 PM

Pretty Chewin' on a piece of grass walkin' down the road tell me, how long you gonna stay here Joe? Some people say this town don't look good in snow You don't care, I know. Ventura Highway, in the sunshine Where the days are longer The nights are stronger than moonshine You're gonna go I know Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair and the day surround your daylight there Seasons cryin' no despair Alligator lizards in the air Wishin' on a fallin' star Watchin' for the early train Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain Aw, come on Joe, you can always change your name Thanks alot son, just the same Ventura Highway, in the sunshine Where the days are longer The nights are stronger than moonshine! you're gonna go, I know Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair and the days surround your daylight there seasons cryin' no despair Alligator lizards in the air in the air

TheOldMole Oct 08 2006 11:31 PM

I came upon a child of god He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me Im going on down to yasgurs farm Im going to join in a rock n roll band Im going to camp out on the land Im going to try an get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And weve got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe its the time of man I dont know who l am But you know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And weve got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust Billion year old carbon We are golden Caught in the devils bargain And weve got to get ourselves Back to the garden

Willets Point Oct 08 2006 11:44 PM

It's fictional, but there are a lot of songs about it to fill our need for X. A place where nobody dared to go The love that we came to know They call it Xanadu And now, open your eyes and see What we have made is real We are in Xanadu A million lights are dancing And there you are, a shooting star An everlasting world and you're here with me Eternally Xanadu - Xanadu (now we are here) In Xanadu Xanadu - Xanadu (now we are here) In Xanadu Xanadu your neon lights will shine For you Xanadu The love, the echoes of long ago You needed the world to know, they are in Xanadu The dream that came through a million years That lived on through all the tears It came to Xanadu A million lights are dancing and there you are A shooting star, an everlasting world and you're Here with me eternally Xanadu - Xanadu (now we are here) In Xanadu Now that I'm here, now that you're near in Xanadu

RealityChuck Oct 09 2006 11:35 AM

Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Dan Heaton Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek They built a blast furnace Here along the shore And they made the cannonballs That helped the Union win the war Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown Well my daddy worked the furnaces Kept 'em hotter than hell I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer A job that'd suit the devil as well Taconite coke and limestone Fed my children and make my pay Them smokestacks reachin' like the arms of God Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown Sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown Well my daddy come on the Ohio works When he come home from World War Two Now the yard's just scrap and rubble He said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do." These mills they built the tanks and bombs That won this country's wars We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam Now we're wondering what they were dyin' for Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown From the Monongahela valley To the Mesabi iron range To the coal mines of Appalachia The story's always the same Seven hundred tons of metal a day Now sir you tell me the world's changed Once I made you rich enough Rich enough to forget my name And Youngstown And Youngstown My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown When I die I don't want no part of heaven I would not do heaven's work well I pray the devil comes and takes me To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell

TheOldMole Oct 09 2006 12:09 PM

Oh, the monkeys have no tails in Zamboanga, Oh, the monkeys have no tails in Zamboanga, Oh, the monkeys have no tails, They were bitten off by whales, Oh, the monkeys have no tails in Zamboanga. Oh, the carabao have no hair in Mindaneo, Oh, the carabao have no hair in Mindaneo, Oh, the carabao have no hair, Holy smoke! But they are bare, Oh, the carabao have no hair in Mindaneo. 3 Oh, the birdies have no feet in Mariveles, Oh, the birdies have no feet in Mariveles, Oh, the birdies have no feet, They were burned off by the heat, Oh, the birdies have no feet in Mariveles. 4 Oh, we'll all go up to China in the spring time, Oh, we'll all go up to China in the spring time, Oh, we'll hop aboard a liner, I can think of nothing finer, Oh, we'll all go up to China in the spring time. 5 Ob, we'll all go down to Shanghai in the fall, Ob, we'll all go down to Shanghai in the fall, Oh, we'll all get down to Shanghai, Those champagne corks will bang high, Oh, we'll all go down to Shanghai in the fall. 6 Oh, we lived ten tbousand years in old Chefoo. Oh, we lived ten tbousand years in old Chefoo. And it didn't smell like roses, So we had to hold our noses, Oh, we lived ten tbousand years in old Chefoo.

ScarletKnight41 Oct 09 2006 12:18 PM

Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop You know the place well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning My mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast Awww - Big bowl of sauerkraut Every single mornin It wa driving me crazy I said to my mom I said "Hey, mom, what's with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train And she leaned right down next to me And she said "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU" And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old That's when I swore that someday Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer And the towels are oh so fluffy Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long And anyone on the street will glady shave your back for a nickel Wacka wacka doodoo yeah Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize That's right, a first class one-way ticket to Albuquerque Albuquerque Oh yeah You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before And I gotta tell ya, it was really great Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died Except for me You know why? 'Cause I had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Ah ha ha ha Ah ha ha Ahhhh So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel But finally I arived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn Where the towels are oh so fluffy And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna It's OK, they're clean Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C And I turned on the SpectraVision And I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door Well now, who could that be? I say "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT?" They're not sayin' anything So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected It's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril Oh man, I hate it when I'm right So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel And I'm like "Hey, you can't have that" "That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me" And he's like "Tough" And I'm like "Give it" And he's like "Make me" And I'm like "'Kay" So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus And I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows And I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation Yes indeed, you better believe it And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook And twenty seconds later, I heard a farmiliar voice And you know what it said? I'll tell you what it said It said "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again" "If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator" "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again" "If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator" In Albuquerque Albuquerque Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel But I made a a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice But first, I decided to buy some donuts So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?" I said "You got any glazed donuts?" He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts" I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?" He said "No, we're outta jelly donuts" I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?" He said "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts" I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?" He said "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls" I said "You got any apple fritters?" He said "No, we're outta apple fritters" I said "You got any bear claws?" He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check" "No, we're outta bear claws" I said "Well, in that case - in that case, what do you have?" He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels" I said "OK, I'll take that" So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over (rabid gnawing sounds) Oh man, they were just going nuts They were tearin' me apart You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head" I believe it went a little something like this . . . Doh Get 'em off me Get 'em off me Oh No, get 'em off, get 'em off Oh, oh God, oh God Oh, get 'em off me Oh, oh God Ah, (more screaming) I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face Wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' Like a constipated weiner dog And as luck wouls have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams Her name was Zelda She was a caligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches I'll never forget the first thing she said to me. She said "Hey, you've got weasels on your face" That's when I knew it was true love We were inseperable after that Aw, we ate together, we bathed together We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss The world was our burrito So we got married and we bought us a house And had two beautiful children - Nathaniel and Superfly Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me She said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?" I said "Woah, hold on now, baby" "I'm just not ready for that kinda commitment" So we broke up and I never saw her again But that's just the way things go In Albuquerque Albuquerque Anyway, things really started lookin' upi for me Because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream That's right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler I even made employee of the month after I put that grease fire out with my face Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that I was gettin' a lot of attitude OK, like one time, I was out in the parking lot Tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil When I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw" So I did And then he gets all indignant on me He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic" Well, that's just great How was I supposed to know that? I'm not a mind reader for cryin' out loud Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy So what's he complaining about? Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote This guy comes up to me on the street and says he hasn't had a bite in three days Well, I knew what he meant But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein And he's yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over And I'm like "Hey, come on, don'tcha get it?" But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming (screaming sounds) You know, just completely missing the irony of the whole situation Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know? Anyway, um, um, where was I? Kinda lost my train of thought Uh, well, uh, OK Anyway I, I know it's kinda been a roundabout way of saying it But I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is I hate sauerkraut That's all I'm really tryin' to say And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up And find yourself in an existential quandry Full of loathing and self-doubt And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that Somewhere out there in this crazy mixed-up universe of ours There's still a little place called Albuquerque Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque I said "A" (A) "L" (L) "B" (B) "U" (U) "querque" (querque) Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque Albuquerque (belch)

cooby Oct 09 2006 12:19 PM

Is that a Cub Scout campfire song or something?

ScarletKnight41 Oct 09 2006 12:20 PM

No - it's Weird Al at his finest, spoofing and paying homage to Existential Blues.

OlerudOwned Oct 09 2006 12:33 PM

No sleep 'til...Brooklyn! Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time City to city - I'm running my rhymes On location - touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable I do what I do best because I'm illing and able Ain't no faking - your money I'm taking Going coast to coast - watching all the girlies shaking While you're at the job working nine to five The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin' it live No sleep 'til - Another place - another train Another bottle in the brain Another girl - another fight Another drive all night Our manager's crazy - he always smokes dust He's got his own room at the back of the bus Tour around the world - you rock around the clock Plane to hotel - girls on the jock We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while Four on the floor - Adrock's out the door M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back No sleep 'til No! Sleep! 'Til Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!) Ain't seen the light since we started this band M.C.A. - get on the mic my man Born and bred Brooklyn - U.S.A. They all me Adam Yauch - but I'm M.C.A. Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon I sip the def ale with all the fly women Got limos, arena, TV shows Autograph pictures and classy hos Step off homes - get out of my way Taxing little girlies form here to L.A. Waking up before I get to sleep Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week

Willets Point Oct 09 2006 12:35 PM

Cape Cod girls ain't got no combs heave away, haul away They comb their hair with codfish bones Bound away for australia Chorus: So, Heave her up my bully, bully boys, heave away, haul away Heave her up and don’t you make a noise we’re bound away for Australia Cape Cod boys ain't got no sleds heave away , haul away They slide down the dunes on codfish heads Bound away for australia Cape Cod doctors ain't got no pills, heave away, haul away They feed their patients codfish gills bound away for australia Cape Cod cats ain't got no tails, heave away, haul away They lost them all in northeast gales bound away for australia

OlerudOwned Oct 09 2006 12:37 PM

(This thread was made for Sufjan Stevens, btw) EDIT: Dammit, got beat. But there's a Sufjan song for D, too. Decatur Our step mom we did everything to hate her She took us down to the edge of Decatur We saw the lion and the kangeroo take her Down to the river where they caught a wild alligator Sangamon River it overflowed It caused a mudslide on the banks of the operator civil war skeletons in their graves, They came up clapping in the spirit of the aviator The sound of the engines and the smell of the grain, We go riding on the abolition grain train Steven A. Douglas was a great debater, But Abraham Lincoln was the great emancipator Chickenmobile with your rooster tail I had my fill and I know how bad it feels Stay awake and watch for the data No small caterpiller, go congratulate her Denominator, go Decatur, go Decatur, It's the great I Am abominate her, go Decatur, why did we hate her? It's the great I Am Denominator, go Decatur, anticipate her It's the great I Am Appreciate her, appreciate her, Stand up and thank her, Stand up and thank her, It's the great I Am. Stand up and thank her, It's the great I Am. Stand up and thank her, It's the great I Am. Stand up and thank her.

Willets Point Oct 09 2006 12:45 PM

An angel appeared in a holy vision Stood by my bedside in shivering light Spoke my name Told me my mission I could not believe I was hearing him right Because he said, 'Go, my son, go... Always go to East Asheville Hardware Before you go to Lowe's He said, Go to East Asheville Hardware Before you go to Lowe's You'll help to keep them open I'm worried they might close From the stiff competition From the national conglomerate With the full page ad in the color section of the Sunday paper supplement and stacks of plastic swimming pools and seven brands of power tools and rows and rows of registers all having nice days But no, you go, he said to me with light around his face He said, You go first to that age-old place To that old wooden door that you have to close behind you To the wide-board wooden floor worn down soft To the real thing Good advice, quality at a fair price And know that they know how deep the frost goes here. Sure there's stuff you'll have to find at Paty's, Lowe's or Sears But go to East Asheville Hardware Go to East Asheville Hardware Before it disappears.

RealityChuck Oct 09 2006 02:06 PM

In the heart of little old New York, You'll find a thoroughfare. It's the part of little old New York That runs into Times Square. A crazy quilt that "Wall Street Jack" built, If you've got a little time to spare, I want to take you there. Come and meet those dancing feet On the avenue I'm taking you to Forty-Second Street Hear the beat of dancing feet It's the song I love the melody of Forty-Second Street Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet They're side by side, they're glorified Where the underworld can meet the elite Forty-Second Street Come and meet those dancing feet On the avenue I'm taking you to Forty-Second Street Hear the beat of dancing feet It's the song I love the melody of Forty-Second Street Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet They're side by side, they're glorified Where the underworld can meet the elite Naughty, bawdy, gawdy, sporty, Forty-Second Street

Willets Point Oct 09 2006 02:52 PM

And as I rode out through Galway Town to seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August, me mind being elevated There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station And me eyes began to dazzle and they're going to see the races With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh Passengers from Dublin and sportsmen from Tipperary There were passengers from Kerry and all quarters of the nation And our member Mr Hardy for to join the Galway Blazers With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay There were multitudes from Aran and members from New Quay shore The boys from Connemara and the Clare unmarried maidens People from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful They brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay And it's there you'll see confectioners with sugarsticks and dainties The lozenges and oranges, the lemonade and raisins Gingerbread and spices to accomodate the ladies And a big crubeen for thruppence to be suckin' while you're able With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay And it's there you'll see the gamblers, the thimbles and the garters And the sporting Wheel of Fortune with the four and twenty quarters There was others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggy And her daddy well contented to be gawking at his daughter With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay And it's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing The nimble-footed dancers and they trippin' on the daisies There was others shoutin' cigars and lights and bills for all the races With the colours of the jockey and the price and horses' ages With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay And it's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stately The pink, the blue, the orange and green, the emblem of our nation When the bell was rung for starting all the horses seemed impatient I thought they never stood on ground, their speed was so amazing With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay There was half a million people there of all denominations The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew and Presbyterian There was yet no animosity no matter what persuasion But fáilte and hospitality inducing Mr Paisley With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay With me whack fol the do fol the diddlely idle ay

TheOldMole Oct 09 2006 06:04 PM

Well it's lonesome in this old town Everybody puts me down I'm a face without a name Just walking in the rain Goin' back to Houston, Houston, Houston I got holes in both of my shoes Well I'm a walking case of the blues Saw a dollar yesterday But the wind blew it away Goin' back to Houston, Houston, Houston I haven't eaten in about a week I'm so hungry when I walk I squeak Nobody calls me friend It's sad the shape I'm in Goin' back to Houston, Houston, Houston Goin' back to Houston, Houston, Houston I got a girl waiting there for me Well at least she said she'd be I got a home and a big warm bed And a feather pillow for my head Goin' back to Houston, Houston, Houston Well it's lonesome in this old town Everybody put me down I'm a face without a name Just walking in the rain Goin' back to Houston, Houston, Houston

OlerudOwned Oct 09 2006 06:19 PM

More Sufjan. Come On! Feel the Illinoise! Oh great intentions I've got the best of interventions But when the ads come I think about it now In my infliction Entrepreneurial conditions Take us to glory I think about it now Cannot conversations cull united nations? If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients Cannot all creation call it celebration? Or united nation. Put it to your head. Oh great white city I've got the adequate committee Where have your walls gone? I think about it now Chicago, in fashion, the soft drinks, expansion Oh Columbia! From Paris, incentive, like Cream of Wheat invented, The Ferris Wheel! Oh great intentions Covenant with the imitation Have you no conscience? I think about it now Oh God of Progress Have you degraded or forgot us? Where have your laws gone? I think about it now Ancient hieroglyphic or the South Pacific Typically terrific, busy and prolific Classical devotion, architect promotion Lacking in emotion. Think about it now. Chicago, the New Age, but what would Frank Lloyd Wright say? Oh Columbia! Amusement or treasure, these optimistic pleasures Like the Ferris Wheel! Cannot conversations cull united nations? If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients Columbia! I cried myself to sleep last night And the ghost of Carl, he approached my window I was hypnotized, I was asked To improvise On the attitude, the regret Of a thousand centuries of death Even with the heart of terror and the superstitious wearer I am riding all alone I am writing all alone Even in my best condition, counting all the superstition I am riding all alone I am running all alone And we laughed at the beatitudes of a thousand lines We were asked at the attitudes They reminded us of death Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated Are you writing from the heart? Are you writing from the heart? Even in his heart the Devil has to know the water level Are you writing from the heart? Are you writing from the heart? And I cried myself to sleep last night For the Earth, and materials, they may sound just right to me Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated Are you writing from the heart? Are you writing from the heart? Even in his heart the Devil has to know the water level Are you writing from the heart? Are you writing from the heart?

Frayed Knot Oct 09 2006 11:19 PM

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout, We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out. I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around, Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, Look out Jackson town. Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health. Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself, Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair! Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson. See if I care. When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how, I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat. 'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson. "Goodbye," that's all she wrote. But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg. They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound, With your tail tucked between your legs, Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man. And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan, Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout, We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went. I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact. Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.

Willets Point Oct 10 2006 01:10 AM

One of the saddest songs ever. Kilkelly, Ireland, 1860, my dear and loving son John Your good friend schoolmaster Pat McNamara's so good as to write these words down. Your brothers have all got a fine work in England; the house is so empty and sad The crop of potatoes is sorely infected, a third to a half of them bad. And your sister Brigid and Patrick O'Donnell are going to be married in June. Mother says not to work on the railroad and be sure to come on home soon. Kilkelly, Ireland, 1870, my dear and loving son John Hello to your missus and to your four children, may they grow healthy and strong. Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble; I suppose that he never will learn. Because of the darkness there's no turf to speak of and now we have nothing to burn. And Brigid is happy, we named a child for her and now she's got six of her own. You say you found work, but you don't say what kind or when you will be coming home. Kilkelly, Ireland, 1880, dear Michael and John, my sons I'm sorry to give you the very sad news that your dear old mother has gone. We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly, your brothers and Brigid were there. You don't have to worry, she died very quickly, remember her in your prayers. And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning, with money he's sure to buy land For the crop has been bad and the people are selling at every price that they can. Kilkelly, Ireland, 1890, my dear and loving son John I suppose that I must be close on eighty, it's thirty years since you've gone. Because of all of the money you send me, I'm still living out on my own. Michael has built himself a fine house and Brigid's daughters have grown. Thank you for sending your family picture; they're lovely young women and men. You say that you might even come for a visit, what joy to see you again. Kilkelly, Ireland, 1892, my dear brother John I'm sorry I didn't write sooner to tell you, but father passed on. He was living with Brigid; she says he was cheerful and healthy right down to the end. Ah, you should have seen him play with the grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend. And we buried him alongside of mother, down at the Kilkelly churchyard. He was a strong and a feisty old man, considering his life was so hard. And it's funny the way he kept talking about you, he called for you in the end. Oh, why don't you think about coming to visit, we'd all love to see you again.

TheOldMole Oct 10 2006 08:42 AM

I've traveled over this country wide seeking fortune fair Up and down the two coast lines I've traveled everywhere From Portland East to Portland West back along the line I'm going now to the place that's best that old hometown of mine Chorus Eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view Eight more miles on this old road and I'll never more be blue I knew some day that I'd come back I knew it from the start Eight more miles to Louisville the hometown of my heart There's bound to be a gal somewhere that you like best of all Mine lives down in Louisville she's long and she is tall But she's the kind that you can't find a traveling through the land I'm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand Chorus Now I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home A humble little hut for two we'll never want to roam The place that's right for that love sight is in those bluegrass hills Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville

RealityChuck Oct 10 2006 09:10 AM

The more I travel, Across the gravel, The more I sail the sea. The more I feel convinced to the fact, New York's the town for me. That crazy skyline Is right in my line, And when I'm far away, I'm able to bear it for several hours Then I brake down and say. Take me back to manhattan, Take me back to New York. I'm just longing to see once more My little home on the hundredth floor! Can you wonder I'm gloomy? Can you smile when i frown? I miss the east side, the west side , the north side, and the south side. So take me back to manhattan, That dear old dirty town! Angles: Take me back to manhattan, Take me back to New York. I'm just longing to see once more My little home on the hundredth floor. Can you wonder I'm gloomy? Can you smile when i frown? I miss the esat side, the west side, The north side, and the south side. Take me back to manhattan, That dear old dirty town!

sharpie Oct 10 2006 09:18 AM

Well, I wish I was in New Orleans I can see it in my dreams arm-in-arm down Burgundy a bottle and my friends and me hoist up a few tall cool ones play some pool and listen to that tenor saxophone calling me home and I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In by the whiskers on my chin New Orleans, I'll be there I'll drink you under the table be red nose go for walks the old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice and wear the dress I like so well and meet me at the old saloon make sure there's a Dixie moon New Orleans, I'll be there and deal the cards roll the dice if it ain't that ole Chuck E. Weiss and Clayborn Avenue me and you Sam Jones and all and I wish I was in New Orleans I can see it in my dreams arm-in-arm down Burgundy a bottle and my friends and me New Orleans, I'll be there

TheOldMole Oct 10 2006 09:49 AM

I asked my love to take a walk Just a little ways with me And as we walked and we would talk All about our weddingday Darling say that you'll be mine In our home we'll happy be Down beside where the waters flow On the banks of the Ohio I took her by her pretty white hand I let her down that bank of sand I pushed her in where she would drown Lord, I saw her as she floated down Darling say that you'll be mine In our home we'll happy be Down beside where the waters flow On the banks of the Ohio Returning home about twelve or one Thinking "Lord, what a deed I've done?" I killed the girl I love, you see Because she would not marry me Darling say that you'll be mine In our home we'll happy be Down beside where the waters flow On the banks of the Ohio The very next day at half past four The sherrif walked right to my door And he says "Young man, don't you try to run You'll pay for this awful crime you've done" Darling say that you'll be mine In our home we'll happy be Down beside where the waters flow On the banks of the Ohio

MFS62 Oct 10 2006 12:16 PM

I used to be a rolling stone You know if the cause was right I'd leave to find the answer on the road I used to be a heart beating for someone But the times have changed The less I say the more my work gets done `Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom From the day that I was born I've waved the flag Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind Shine a light shine a light Shine a light won't you shine a light Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do If you choose to you can live your life alone Some people choose the city Some others choose the good old family home I like living easy without family ties Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me Right between the eyes Later

Willets Point Oct 10 2006 12:44 PM

Nas: With the Kings of rock now, nigga Know what I mean? DMC: Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Queen's Queen's Queen's yea yea yea, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Q-B-O-R-O nigga Yo, from the days of encore Niggers hung around blocks and corner stores Huggin' gold chains of fantasies rushing the door Niggers from Rochdale, poppin’ shells snatching rings Fly from sure kings from Queens press the one-eighteen I have my eyes open stepping out into the world So fiendish, Old English till I earl, growing pains a young kid learning early how to know the game USA roller-skate ring, marks the crews with techniques Clean streets, hustlers, crack, cocaine Getting back by throwing block parties and basketball games A lot of cash made on Hollis Ave Fast to change, high rollers was living, Until the taskforce came A lot of ghost-towns and memories, bad-blooded enemies So many die with the same gangster pride that entered me These are the old-timers, they who taught us How to stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters With your flow, and I’m proud to be all that I know Q-B-O-R-O, nigga who I’d die for, survive war How we came a long way in solidarity Don’t let nothing try to spoil this day To Run, D and Jay is love and my thugs salute Cause real love is the only thing that comes above this loot Carhard jeans that makes me think of LL’s troops Let’s celebrate it’s Queens day this one’s for you Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Queens, Queens.... Some come out of their hometown and they never get dough But three teens from Queens take over the world and never let go Just regular cats you know, that just happened to blow Not synonymous with Hollis Jay, Darryl and Joe Ayo we made it so that others can grow Look at LL, A Tribe Called Quest , mam and Nas let's go Ain’t taking credit be showing pride look at us now Got haters mouths all opened wide wondering how In some cases the only thing that father and son Have in common, is their love for Run Been the illest since day one, too advanced to ever be caught Who's more legendary than me? That’s what I thought And if somebody want to test mine, yo watch this: Peter Piper picked pepper… See, I knew you knew the next line, and I bet you said it Just spend a minute, I’m still the king of the world So don’t forget it… Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga, who I die for ***This verse needs some work*** This is for my Q dogs, who lit a block's bright spark We grew up on Old English, summertime Roy with this park used to be the shit While they had to stop on the Ave niggas looting all the jewelry spots Kicked the shirt kegs for ewe everybody stopped Let it match my cork tests nights Niggas getting raw, get the back door Coming out with bags, we used to get our gold fronts From Eddy’s gold caps, whatcha know about that I bet the whole Queens go around 86th with the Chrome bash crew The young guns and laws voice made the new scream Create Death story two The story is true, so let’s party for the furor we say And everybody come outside, cause it’s Queens day kid Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy Queens day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B-O-R-O nigga make it, make it seem easy

TheOldMole Oct 10 2006 03:19 PM

We're from Rhode Island Providence, Rhode Island We're from Rhode Island The smallest state of all And when we get back to Providence, Rhode Island We'll tell all the people What a wonderful time we've had.

sharpie Oct 10 2006 03:33 PM

If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there For those who come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there In the streets of San Francisco Gentle people with flowers in their hair All across the nation such a strange vibration People in motion There's a whole generation with a new explanation People in motion people in motion For those who come to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there If you come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there

RealityChuck Oct 10 2006 04:10 PM

The stars at night - are big and bright Deep in the heart of texas. The prairie sky - is wide and high Deep in the heart of texas. The sage in bloom - is like perfume Deep in the heart of texas. Reminds me of - the one I love Deep in the heart of texas. The cowboys cry - ki-yip-pie-yi Deep in the heart of texas. The rabbits rush - around the brush Deep in the heart of texas. The coyotes wail - along the trail Deep in the heart of texas. The doggies bawl - and bawl and bawl Deep in the heart of texas.

sharpie Oct 10 2006 04:16 PM

Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC Didn't get to bed last night Oh, the way the paper bag was on my knee Man, I had a dreadful flight I'm back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the USSR, yeah Been away so long I hardly knew the place Gee, it's good to be back home Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case Honey disconnect the phone I'm back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Back in the US Back in the USSR Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind Oh, come on Hu Hey Hu, hey, ah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah I'm back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boys Back in the USSR Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout They Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind Oh, show me round your snow peaked mountain way down south Take me to you daddy's farm Let me hear you balalaika's ringing out Come and keep your comrade warm I'm back in the USSR Hey, You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the USSR Oh, let me tell you honey

TheOldMole Oct 10 2006 07:38 PM

Valley girl Shes a valley girl Valley girl Shes a valley girl Okay, fine... Fer sure, fer sure Shes a valley girl In a clothing store Okay, fine... Fer sure, fer sure Shes a Like, oh my god! (valley girl) Like - totally (valley girl) Encino is like so bitchen (valley girl) Theres like the galleria (valley girl) And like all these like really great shoe stores I love going into like clothing stores and stuff I like buy the neatest mini-skirts and stuff Its like so bitchen cuz like everybodys like Super-super nice... Its like so bitchen... On ventura, there she goes She just bought some bitchen clothes Tosses her head n flips her hair She got a whole bunch of nothin in there Anyway, he goes are you into s and m? I go, oh right... Could you like just picture me in like a leather teddy Yeah right, hurt me, hurt me... Im sure! no way! He was like freaking me out... He called me a beastie... Thats cuz like he was totally blitzed He goes like bag your face! Im sure! Valley girl Shes a valley girl Valley girl Shes a valley girl Okay, fine... Fer sure, fer sure Shes a valley girl So sweet n pure Okay, fine... Fer sure, fer sure Shes a Its really sad (valley girl) Like my english teacher Hes like... (valley girl) Hes like mr. bu-fu (valley girl) Were talking lord God king bu-fu (valley girl) I am so sure Hes like so gross He like sits there and like plays with all his rings And he like flirts with all the guys in the class Its like totally disgusting Im like so sure Its like barf me out... Gag me with a spoon! Last idea to cross her mind Had something to do with where to find A pair of jeans to fit her butt And where to get her toenails cut So like I go into this like salon place, yknow And I wanted like to get my toenails done And the lady like goes, oh my god, your toenails Are like so grody It was like really embarrassing Shes like oh my god, like bag those toenails Im like sure... She goes, uh, I dont know if I can handle this, yknow... I was like really embarrassed... Valley girl Shes a valley girl Valley girl Shes a valley girl Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure Shes a valley girl And there is no cure Okay, fine Fer sure, fer sure Shes a valley girl And there is no cure Like my mother is like a total space cadet (valley girl) She like makes me do the dishes and (valley girl) Clean the cat box (valley girl) I am sure Thats like gross (valley girl) Barf out! (valley girl) Oh my God (valley girl) Hi! Uh-huh... (valley girl) My name? My name is ondrya wolfson (valley girl) Uh-huh Thats right, ondrya (valley girl) Uh-huh... I know Its like... (valley girl) I do not talk funny... Im sure (valley girl) Whatsa matter with the way I talk? (valley girl) I am a val, I know (valley girl) But I live like in a really good part of encino so its okay (valley girl) Uh-huh... (valley girl) So like, I dont know (valley girl) Im like freaking out totally (valley girl) Oh my god! (valley girl) Hi - I have to go to the orthodontist (valley girl) Im getting my braces off, yknow (valley girl) But I have to wear a retainer Thats going to be really like a total bummer Im freaking out Im sure Its like those things that like stick in your mouth Theyre so gross... You like get saliva all over them But like, I dont know, its going to be cool, yknow So you can see my smile Itll be like really cool Except my like my teeth are like too small But no biggie... Its so awesome Its like tubular, yknow Well, Im not like really ugly or anything Its just like I dont know You know me, Im like into like the clean stuff Like pac-man and like, I dont know Like my mother like makes me do the dishes Its like so gross... Like all the stuff like sticks to the plates And its like, its like somebody elses food, yknow Its like grody... Grody to the max Im sure Its like really nauseating Like barf out Gag me with a spoon Gross I am sure Totally...

Edgy DC Oct 10 2006 07:41 PM

These threads have grown less appealing to me (and I to them, I'm sure), as there is not enought give and take. I'd like to know more about the sources of some of these lyrics. For instance, the last one excepted, I don't know where the Mole gets the majority of his submissions. What are your sources, man?

Willets Point Oct 10 2006 08:21 PM

See, and I always found the way you edit in a photo of the band in a perfectly formated column a bit pretentious.

Edgy DC Oct 10 2006 09:27 PM

Nah, just trying to route to the source.

OlerudOwned Oct 10 2006 09:49 PM

W a-s-h i-n-g t-o-n, baby, D.C.! W a-s-h i-n-g t-o-n, baby, D.C.! Washington, D.C. It's paradise to me It's not because it is the grand old seat Of precious freedom and democracy No, no, no It's not the greenery turning gold in fall The scenery circling the Mall It's just that's where my baby lives That's all. Washington D.C.! It's the greatest place to be It's not the cherries everywhere in bloom It's not the way they put folks on the moon No, no, no It's not the spectacles and pagaentry The thousand things you've got to see It's just that's where my baby waits for me W a-s-h i-n-g t-o-n, baby D.C.! W a-s-h i-n-g t-o-n, baby D.C.! Washington, D.C.! It fits me to a T It's not the people doing something real It's not the way the springtime makes you feel No, no, no It ain't no famous name on a golden plaque That keeps me that makes me ride that railroad track It's my baby's kiss that keeps me coming back It's my baby's kiss that keeps me coming back You want sources? It's a song by Stephin Merritt's group, the Magnetic Fields. It's off the 69 Love Songs album, which is exactly what the title says it is. The album never gets stale, despite being so long, which says a lot about the musical creativity and clever lyrics.

cooby Oct 11 2006 11:00 AM

I was reading that "it's my baby's ass that keeps me coming back" and wondering how that fit on a love songs album

Edgy DC Oct 11 2006 11:08 AM

="OlerudOwned"]W a-s-h i-n-g t-o-n, baby, D.C.! ...It's not the people doing something real... It sure ain't that.

Willets Point Oct 11 2006 11:22 AM

We Are Saint Xavier Copyright: Jim Brandmeier, 1990 We are Saint Xavier Let our voices sound We are Saint Xavier For victory we're bound U-RA-RA Cougars, Go Cougars Pride is our battle cry The City The Spirit We are Saint Xavier We are Saint Xavier On Mercy we began We are Saint Xavier For loyalty we stand U-RA-RA Since 1847 from Chicago to the world The City The Spirit We are Saint Xavier If you see a Cougar coming You'd better run and hide Cause a lot of people didn't And a lot of people cried Sing it out! Saint Xavier Cougars Shout it! We are Saint Xavier We are Saint Xavier Let our voices sound We are Saint Xavier For victory we're bound U-RA-RA Cougars, Go Cougars Pride is our battle cry The City The Spirit We are Saint Xavier

sharpie Oct 11 2006 11:38 AM

From Spongebob Squarepants (this could've also been in the Y girls name thread): There once was a frenchman Yvon was his name exploring new worlds he dreamed was his fame but reading a map was not his forte so poor Yvon was soon cast away Yvon of the Yukon sailing the stormy seas Yvon of the Yukon No one could hear his pleas He soon found himself in a bit of a pickle the frigid north seas proved more than fickle Yvon's navigation would soon cost a price he was knocked overboard and turned in to ice Yvon of the Yukon Happless Volunteer Yvon of the Yukon Frozen for hundreds of years 300 years passed and with some irony Yvon was thawed up by Mutt's need to pee Yvon claimed the land for his country's glory and thats the start of Yvon's story Yvon of the Yukon (de-frosted for you and for me)

RealityChuck Oct 11 2006 01:05 PM

Ali dances and the audience applauds Though he's bathed in sweat he hasn't lost his style Ali don't you go downtown You gave away another round for free Me, I'm just another face at Zanzibar But the waitress always serves a secret smile She's waiting out in Shantytown She's gonna pull the curtains down for me, for me CHORUS I've got the old man's car, I've got a jazz guitar I've got a tab at Zanzibar Tonight that's where I'll be Rose, he knows he's such a credit to the game But the Yankees grab the headlines every time Melodrama's so much fun In black and white for everyone to see Me, I'm trying just to get to second base And I'd steal it if she only gave the sign She's gonna give the go ahead The inning isn't over yet for me,for me CHORUS Tell the waitress I'll come back to Zanzibar I'll be hiding in the darkness with my beer. She's waiting out in Shantytown She's gonna pull the curtains down for me, for me

TheOldMole Oct 12 2006 09:49 AM

Oh beautiful, for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea. Oh beautiful, for pilgrims' feet Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw; Confirm thy soul in self control, thy liberty in law! Oh beautiful, for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine, 'Til all success be nobleness, and ev'ry gain divine! Oh beautiful, for patriot's dream That sees, beyond the years, Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea! or Tu firmamento del azul. Tus bosques muy sombríos. Sembrados tan magníficos. Montañas muy bravíos. América, América, Con tu fraternidad. Del mar al mar, él dios ha, Creado libertad.

RealityChuck Oct 12 2006 11:54 AM

Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June We stood beneath an amber moon And softly murmured "Someday soon" We kissed and clung together Then, tomorrow was another day The morning found me miles away With still a million things to say Now, when twilight dims the sky above Recalling thrills of our love There's one thing I'm certain of Return I will to old Brazil Then, tomorrow was another day The morning found me miles away With still a million things to say Now, when twilight dims the sky above Recalling thrills of our love There's one thing that I'm certain of Return I will to old Brazil That old Brazil Man, it's old in Brazil Brazil, Brazil

TheOldMole Oct 12 2006 12:13 PM

And now from the Grand Ballroom" "The S.S. ???? proudly presents our boy singer: Jimmy Boofey" "Take it away Jim" I'd love to get you On a slow boat to China All to myself alone Get you and keep you In my arms ever more Leave all your lovers Weepin' on a far away shore (waiter!) Out on the briny With the moon big and shiny Melting your heart of stone Honey I'd love to get you On a slow boat to China All by myself alone -- Spoken: "Who's steering the boat?" "Who's steering this boat?" "Waiter!" "May I get a drink around here, now uh...?" "You ever been on a cruise?" "Neither have I!" (instrumental) "...isn't that a good one?" "Yes, can I see you later, You bet!" "Excuse me, I have to go back to the bandstand now" I'd love to get you On a slow boat to China All to myself alone A twist in the rudder And a rip in the sails Driftin' and dreamin' Honey throw the compass over the rail Out on the ocean Far from all the commotion Melting your heart of stone Honey I'd love to get you On a slow boat to China All by myself alone (I have to go now) (Wait! Don't leave!) Honey I'd love to get you On a slow boat to China All to myself alone -- Spoken: "You know our last set is at two" "I get off after that" "What you doin'?" "Would you like to take a stroll around the upper deck?" "See you then" "Maybe, oo-hoo"

Willets Point Oct 12 2006 12:16 PM

I knew a girl from Danville once. Her hair was straight though. My pocket book was empty, My heart was full of pain, Ten thousand miles away from home Bumming the railroad train. I was standing on the platform Smoking a cheap cigar Listening for that next freight train To carry an empty car. Well I got off at Danville Got stuck on the Danville girl You bet your life she's out of sight She wore those Danville curls. She took me in her kitchen She treated me nice and kind She got me in the notion Of bumming all the time. She wore her hair on the back of her head Like high-toned people do But the very next train come down the line I bid that girl adieu. I pulled my cap down over my eyes Walked down to the track Then I caught a. westbound freight; Never did look back.

sharpie Oct 12 2006 01:41 PM

From Ian Hunter. Energy calling me, back where I came fromIt's such a crude attitude, it's back where it belongs All the little chicks with the crimson lips go England Rocks, England Rocks She's living in sin with a safety pin England Rocks, England Rocks (etc) Momma knows but she don't care, she got her worries too Seven kids and a phoney affair, and the rent is due All the little kids growing up on the skids Going England Rocks, England Rocks American dreams, moody James Deans Going England Rocks, England Rocks England Rocks, England RocksI got some badges from World War III wear 'em just like my Granddad do He was a villain and I am too Oh England Rocks, England Rocks So grab a place, find a space And yell and scream for more England Rocks, England Rocks England Rocks, England Rocks

Willets Point Oct 12 2006 02:06 PM

Bruce Springsteen's tribute to his birthplace (and mine): I was born right here on randolph street in freehold Here right behind that big red maple in freehold Well, I went to school right here Got laid and had my first beer In freehold Well, my folks always lived and worked right here in freehold I remember running up the street, past the condo to the church here in Freehold Chase my daddy down in these bars First fell in love with this guitar Here in frehold Well, I had my first kiss at the ymca canteen on a friday night Maria espenoza tell me where are you tonight? You were 13 but way ahead of your time I walked home with a limb but I felt fine That night in freehold Well, the girls at freehold regional they looked pretty fine And my heart broke at least half a dozen times I wonder if they miss me, they still get the itch Would they have dumped me if they knew Id strike a bridge? Straight out of freehold Well, tex, rest in peace, and marion gave us kids a hand in freehold George and me started up a little rock and roll band in freehold Well, we learned pretty quick how to rock Ill never forget the feeling of that first 5 bucks in my pocket That I earned in freehold Well, I got outta here really hard and fast in freehold Everybody wanted to kick my ass back there in freehold Well, if you were different, black or brown It was a bit of a redneck town Back then in freehold Well, something broke my daddys back in freehold In 69 he left and he never come back to freehold cept once he drove from california, 3000 miles in three days Called my relatives some dirty names And pulled straight out of freehold My sister had her first little baby at 17 in freehold Well people they can be pretty mean Honey, you had a rough road to go, but you aint made of nothin but soul I love you more than youll ever know We both survived freehold Well, my buddy mike, well, hes the mayor now in freehold I remember when we used to have a lot more hair in freehold Well, I left and swore Id never walk these streets again, jack Tonight all I can say is holy shit, Im back! Back in freehold Well, this summer everything was green in freehold Rode my kids on the fire engine through the streets of freehold I showed em where their dad was born and raised And first felt the sun on his face There in freehold Well, I still got a lot of good friends right here in town I can usually find me a free beer somewhere With offers of free meals I am blessed Should I go crazy, blow all my money and ruin my life, well, at least ill Never go hungry I guess Here in freehold Well, I got a good catholic education here in freehold Led to an awful lot of masturbation here in freehold Father, it was just something I did for a smile Hell, I still get a good one off once in a while And dedicate it to freehold Dont get me wrong, I aint puttin anybody down Hell, in the end it all just goes and comes around Its one hell of a town, freehold!

sharpie Oct 12 2006 02:11 PM

The mississippi delta was shining Like a national guitar I am following the river Down the highway Through the cradle of the civil war Im going to graceland Graceland In memphis tennessee Im going to graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to graceland My traveling companion is nine years old He is the child of my first marriage But Ive reason to believe We both will be received In graceland She comes back to tell me shes gone As if I didnt know that As if I didnt know my own bed As if Id never noticed The way she brushed her hair from her forehead And she said losing love Is like a window in your heart Everybody sees youre blown apart Everybody sees the wind blow Im going to graceland Memphis tennessee Im going to graceland Poorboys and pilgrims with families And we are going to graceland And my traveling companions Are ghosts and empty sockets Im looking at ghosts and empties But Ive reason to believe We all will be received In graceland There is a girl in new york city Who calls herself the human trampoline And sometimes when Im falling, flying Or tumbling in turmoil I say Oh, so this is what she means She means were bouncing into graceland And I see losing love Is like a window in your heart Everybody sees youre blown apart Everybody sees the wind blow In graceland, in graceland Im going to graceland For reasons I cannot explain Theres some part of me wants to see Graceland And I may be obliged to defend Every love, every ending Or maybe theres no obligations now Maybe Ive a reason to believe We all will be received In graceland

Willets Point Oct 12 2006 02:14 PM

Has anyone else noticed that lyrics websites are rather indifferent to capitalization and punctuation?

sharpie Oct 12 2006 02:50 PM

Also, sometimes, as I found out with "England Rocks" you have to supply your own spacing.

Johnny Dickshot Oct 12 2006 02:58 PM

Willets Point wrote: Has anyone else noticed that lyrics websites are rather indifferent to capitalization and punctuation? Yeah but I think the only time anybody reads lyrics is when they go and find them, especially in these threads. I gotta say these threads aren't doing it for me. I've long forgotten what has and hasn't been posted already, I tend not to read the lyrics, and there's little evidence anyone is reading anyone else's either. I mean, I dug the chick one for a while, now it's long since played out (for me, Dawg). I generally think stuff like this works better for the community as a quiz. "Give me a song about" f'rinstance. End buzzkill.

RealityChuck Oct 12 2006 03:06 PM

Willets Point wrote: Has anyone else noticed that lyrics websites are rather indifferent to capitalization and punctuation? They pay as much attention to them as they do to copyright.

sharpie Oct 12 2006 03:06 PM

I like them in their early stages before you have to think about what has been used already. I try to read the lyrics, but it is hard if you don't know the song at all.

Edgy DC Oct 12 2006 03:08 PM

Johnny Dickshot wrote: ="Willets Point"]Has anyone else noticed that lyrics websites are rather indifferent to capitalization and punctuation? Yeah but I think the only time anybody reads lyrics is when they go and find them, especially in these threads. I gotta say these threads aren't doing it for me. I've long forgotten what has and hasn't been posted already, I tend not to read the lyrics, and there's little evidence anyone is reading anyone else's either. I mean, I dug the chick one for a while, now it's long since played out (for me, Dawg). I generally think stuff like this works better for the community as a quiz. "Give me a song about" f'rinstance. End buzzkill. That's where I'm going. Lyric sites are also fille with screen-freezing popups, popovers, and popinjays.

seawolf17 Oct 12 2006 03:13 PM

Edgy DC wrote: Lyric sites are also fille with screen-freezing popups, popovers, and popinjays. And if you search for lyrics from the band Lit, then they're also filled with (singer) A. Jay Popoff.

TheOldMole Oct 12 2006 03:31 PM

] I generally think stuff like this works better for the community as a quiz. "Give me a song about" f'rinstance. So do it.