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Alphabetical songs with towns/cities in lyrics

Kid Carsey Oct 06 2007 06:36 PM

General rules: keeping with the theme that we did with 'songs with female names in' posted in alphabetical order. Cities and towns can be used more than once, not songs. If we're on G and someone posts a G, wait until G comes around again. If ya post something obscure, including title and artist might be interesting. Bbbyyy .... T K Rollin's theme song: Aboard a train I met a dame She was a hipster Man a real gone dame She wasn't pretty For New York City As we strut down on that ol' fairlane With a heave and a ho I just couldn't let her go Get along Sweet little woman get along On your way Get along Sweet little woman get along On your way With a heave and a ho I just couldn't let her go The train kept a rollin' all night long The train kept a rollin' all night long The train kept a rollin' all night long The train kept a rollin' all night long With a heave and a ho I just couldn't let her go I made a stop round Albuquerque She must'a thought I was real gone jerk Got off the train at El Paso A' looking so good I couldn't let her go With a heave and a ho I just couldn't let her go The train kept a rollin' all night long The train kept a rollin' all night long The train kept a rollin' all night long The train kept a rollin' all night long With a heave and a ho I just couldn't let her go

Edgy DC Oct 06 2007 06:46 PM

Steve, no need here for "I've Been Everywhere." Please come to Boston for the spring time. I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room. You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon. Please come to Boston; she said, "No. You come home to me." And she said... "Hey, ramblin' boy, why don't you settle down? Boston ain't your kind of town. There ain't no gold and There ain't nobody like me. I'm the number one fan Of the man from Tennessee." Please come to Denver with the snow fall. We'll move up into the mountains so far That we can't be found. And throw "I love you" echoes down the canyon And then lie awake at night until they come back around. Please come to Denver; she said, "No. Boy, would you come home to me?" And she said, "Hey, ramblin' boy, why don't you settle down? Denver ain't your kind of town. There ain't no gold and There ain't nobody like me. I'm the number one fan Of the man from Tennessee." Now, this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round And I doubt it's ever gonna stop, But of all the dreams I've lost or found And all that I ain't got. I still need to lean to Somebody I can sing to. Please come to L. A. and live forever. California life alone is just too hard to bear. I live in a house that looks out over the ocean. And there's some stars that fell from the sky Livin' up on the hill. Please come to L. A.; she just said, "No. Boy, won't you come home to me?" And she said... "Hey, ramblin' boy, why don't you settle down? L. A. can't be your kind of town. There ain't no gold and There ain't nobody like me. No, no, I'm the number one fan Of the man from Tennessee. I'm the number one fan Of the man from Tennessee."

SteveJRogers Oct 06 2007 06:55 PM

6 outs for 99 straight years without a World Championship... Baseball season’s underway Well you better get ready for a brand new day Hey, Chicago, what do you say The Cubs are gonna win today. They’re singing … Go, Cubs, go Go, Cubs, go Hey, Chicago, what do you say The Cubs are gonna win today Go, Cubs, go Go, Cubs, go Hey, Chicago, what do you say The Cubs are gonna win today. They got the power, they got the speed To be the best in the National League Well this is the year and the Cubs are real So come on down to Wrigley Field. We’re singing now … Go, Cubs, go Go, Cubs, go Hey, Chicago, what do you say The Cubs are gonna win today Go, Cubs, go Go, Cubs, go Hey, Chicago, what do you say The Cubs are gonna win today. Baseball time is here again You can catch it all on WGN So stamp your feet and clap your hands Chicago Cubs got the greatest fans. You’re singing now … Go, Cubs, go Go, Cubs, go Hey, Chicago, what do you say The Cubs are gonna win today Go, Cubs, go Go, Cubs, go Hey, Chicago, what do you say The Cubs are gonna win today.

Iubitul Oct 06 2007 06:58 PM

Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City, and I dreamed about those cotton fields at home. I dreamed about my mother, dear old Papa, Sister and brother, I dreamed about that girl who's been waiting for so long. I wanna go home, I wanna go home, oh, how I wanna go home! Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City. From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine. But by day, I make the cars, and by night I make the bars, If only they could read between the lines! You know, I rode a freight train north to Detroit City. After all these years, I find that I've just been wastin' my time. So I just think I'll take my foolish pride, put on a south bound freight and ride, Goin' back to the love ones, The ones I left waitin' so far behind. I wanna go home, I wanna go home, oh, how I want to go home.

DocTee Oct 06 2007 07:15 PM

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 Black as the night were the eyes of Felina Wicked and evil while casting a spell My love is strong 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, and drink he was sharing Wicked Felina the girl that I love So in anger I challenged his right for the love of this maiden He dived with his hand for the gun that he wore My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat 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 picked a good one, he looked like he could run Jumped on his back and away I did ride Just as fast as I could From the West Texas town of El Paso Up through the badlands 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 onwards 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 Shoutin' and shootin', I can't let them catch me I've got to make it to Rosa's back door Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel A deep burning pain in my side It's getting harder 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 And though I am weary I can't stop to rest I see the white puff of smoke from their rifles 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 lovin' arms that I'll die for One little kiss and Fellina goodbye

Frayed Knot Oct 06 2007 10:31 PM

We'll stay in Texas for Steve Earle's tribute to Townes Van Zandt Fort Worth neon shinin' bright Pretty lights red and blue They shut down all the honky tonks tonight Say a prayer or two, if they only knew You used to say the highway was your home But we both know that ain't true It's just the only place a man can go When he don't know where he's travelin' to Colorado's always clean and healin' Tennessee the spring is green and cool But it never really was your kind of town So you went around with the Fort Worth blues Somewhere out across the Great Divide Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few A man can see his way clear to the light Just hold on tight, that's all you got to do They say in Texas the weather's always changin' One thing change will bring is something new Houston really ain't too bad a town So you hung around with the Fort Worth Blues There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight Silver light on green and blue Every place I travel to find Some kind of sign that you've been through Amsterdam us always good for grievin' London never fails to leave me blue Paris really ain't my kind of town So I walked around with the Fort Worth blues

OlerudOwned Oct 06 2007 10:52 PM

A dear favorite of mine, Going to Georgia by The Mountain Goats. The most remarkable thing about coming home to you is the feeling of being in motion again It's the most extraordinary thing in the world I have two big hands and a heart pumping blood and a 1967 colt .45 with a busted safety catch The world shines as I cross the Macon County line- Going to Georgia The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you And that you're standing in the doorway And you smile as you ease the gun from my hand and I'm frozen with joy right where I stand The world throws its light underneath your hair Forty miles from Atlanta, this is nowhere Going to Georgia The world shines as I cross the Macon County line- Going to Georgia

metirish Oct 06 2007 11:04 PM

Thin Lizzy - Hollywood.

DocTee Oct 06 2007 11:12 PM

FOUL! Thread calls for cities/towns, not states. G'bye Georgia. As if I really care.

SteveJRogers Oct 06 2007 11:17 PM

My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue." Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue." Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man who gave me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue." Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!" Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's the name that helped to make you strong." He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'" I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I came away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

Edgy DC Oct 06 2007 11:35 PM

This is a great thread for schooling with embedded video. "Fort Worth Blues" (Fuckin' Steve went and made Nancy Griffith cry.) Nobody needs schooling on "A Boy Named Sue," but what never fails to amaze me is how provocative Johnny Cash could be when performing for violent offenders.

Edgy DC Oct 06 2007 11:48 PM

I want to tell you all a story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High Well her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play She said, "Mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley P.T.A." The note said, "Mrs. Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high It's reported you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild And we don't believe you ought to be bringing up your little girl this way" It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A. Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna meet that very afternoon They were sure surprised when Mrs. Johnson wore her mini-skirt into the room And as she walked up to the blackboard, I still recall the words she had to say She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley P.T.A." Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there and seven times he's asked me for a date Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lot of ice whenever he's away And Mr. Baker, can you tell us why your secretary had to leave this town? And shouldn't widow Jones be told to keep her window shades all pulled completely down? Well, Mr. Harper couldn't be here 'cause he stayed too long at Kelly's Bar again And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath, you'll find she's had a little nip of gin Then you have the nerve to tell me you think that as a mother I'm not fit Well, this is just a little Peyton Place and you're all Harper Valley hypocrites No I wouldn't put you on because it really did, it happened just this way The day my Mama socked it to the Harper Valley P.T.A. The day my Mama socked it to the Harper Valley P.T.A.

TheOldMole Oct 07 2007 02:03 AM

And i wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi And i stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, goodbye. And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feeling hon? And i look across at smiling lips that warm my heart, and see my morning sun. And if that's not loving me, then all i've got to say, God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in indianapolis in the summer time. And there's no such thing as dr. seuss or disney land and mother goose, no nursery rhymes. God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in indianapolis in the summer time. And when myself is feeling low, i think about her face and go and ease my mind. Sometimes i call her up, at home, knowing she's busy. And ask her if she can get away, meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat. And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me, and i'm always late. But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first sees me, because she's made that way. And if that ain't loving me, then all i've got to say, God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in minneapolis when the winter comes. And there's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns. God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in minneapolis when the winter comes.

Iubitul Oct 07 2007 05:43 AM

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. (Hah!) 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. Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout' And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went..

TheOldMole Oct 07 2007 06:35 AM

Got a wife and kids in baltimore jack I went out for a ride and I never went back Like a river that dont know where its flowing I took a wrong turn and I just kept going Everybodys got a hungry heart Everybodys got a hungry heart Lay down your money and you play your part Everybodys got a hungry heart I met her in a kingstown bar We fell in love I knew it had to end We took what we had and we ripped it apart Now here I am down in kingstone again Everybodys got a hungry heart... Everybody needs a place to rest Everybody wants to have a home Dont make no difference what nobody says Aint nobody like to be alone Everybodys got a hungry heart...

Rockin' Doc Oct 07 2007 06:36 AM

I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come They got a crazy way of loving there And I'm gonna get me some. I'll be standing on the corner On the corner of Twelfth Street and Vine I'm gonna be standing on the corner On the corner of Twelfth Street and Vine With my Kansas City baby And a bottle of Kansas City wine. Well I might take a train I might take a plane, but if I have to walk I'm gonna get there just the same I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come They got a crazy way of loving there And I'm gonna get me some. I'm gonna pack my clothes Leave at the break of dawn I'm gonna pack my clothes Everybody will be sleeping Nobody will know where I've gone Cause if I stay in town I know I'm gonna die. Gotta find a friendly city And that's the reason why, I'm going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come They got a crazy way of loving there And I'm gonna get me some.

Frayed Knot Oct 07 2007 09:38 AM

Just about a year ago, I set out on the road, Seeking my fame and fortune, Looking for a pot of gold. Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune. Oh Lord, Stuck in Lodi again. Rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walking out if I go. I was just passing through, Must be seven months or more. Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends. Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. The man from the magazine said I was on my way. Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play. I came into town, a one night stand, Looks like my plans fell through Oh ! Lord, Stuck in Lodi again If I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song I've sung. And ev'ry time I've had to play, while people sat there drunk. You know, I'd catch the next train back to where I live. Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. Oh Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again. -- J. Fogerty

Benjamin Grimm Oct 07 2007 10:05 AM

Long distance information give me Memphis Tennessee Help me find the party, try to get in touch with me She could not leave her number but I know who placed the call 'Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall. Help me operator, get in touch with my Marie She's the only one who'd call me here from Memphis Tennessee Her home is on the southside, high up on a ridge Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge. --- Instrumental --- The last time I saw Marie she was a waving me goodbye With hurry home drops on her cheeks that trickled from her eyes We were torn apart because her mom would not agree And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee. Help me operator, more than this I cannot add Only that I miss her so and all the fun we had Marie is only six years old, information please Help to put me through to her, in Memphis Tennessee...

SteveJRogers Oct 07 2007 10:13 AM

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die. I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota). And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl. Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport, And I followed you, Big River, when you called. Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river). A freighter said she's been here but she's gone, boy, she's gone. I found her trail in Memphis, but she just walked up the block. She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone. Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on. Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans. Go on, I've had enough; dump my blues down in the gulf. She loves you, Big River, more than me. Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, cry, cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.

Frayed Knot Oct 07 2007 03:33 PM

Omaha, somewhere in middle america Get right to the heart of matters Its the heart that matters more I think youd better turn your ticket in And leave your money right at the door -- Counting Crows

Mendoza Line Oct 07 2007 03:38 PM

Well Portland Oregon and sloe gin fizz If that ain't love then tell me what is Well I lost my heart it didn't take no time But that ain't all. I lost my mind in Oregon

Kid Carsey Oct 07 2007 04:10 PM

*pause* Q might present a road block */pause*

Frayed Knot Oct 07 2007 04:41 PM

In case you wonder what all this means We're funky fresh from Hollis, Queens Run and Kurt both down with me And that's the way it's meant to be I'm the microphone master D.M.C. Devastatin mic-controller personality And to the sucker MC's who did not learn If you don't this time we shall return... -- need you ask?

Kid Carsey Oct 07 2007 05:24 PM

*pause* I move we amend town/cities to towns/cities/boroughs. */pause* Second?

Edgy DC Oct 07 2007 05:39 PM

Second. R coming up...

Edgy DC Oct 07 2007 05:46 PM Edited 2 time(s), most recently on Oct 07 2007 05:49 PM

Looking at your watch a third time Waiting in the station for the bus Going to a place that's far So far away and if that's not enough Going where nobody says hello They don't talk to anybody they don't know You'll wind up in some factory That's full-time filth and nowhere left to go Walk home to an empty house Sit around all by yourself I know it might sound strange, but I believe You'll be coming back before too long Don't go back to Rockville! Don't go back to Rockville! Don't go back to Rockville! And waste another year At night I drink myself to sleep And pretend I don't care that you're not here with me 'Cause it's so much easier to handle All my problems if I'm too far out to sea But something better happen soon Or it's gonna be too late to bring you back Don't go back to Rockville! Don't go back to Rockville! Don't go back to Rockville! And waste another year It's not as though I really need you If you were here I'd only bleed you But everybody else in town only wants to bring you down And that's not how it ought to be Well I know it might sound strange, but I believe You'll be coming back before too long Don't go back to Rockville! Don't go back to Rockville! Don't go back to Rockville! And waste another year Don't go back to Rockville! Don't go back to Rockville! Don't go back to Rockville! And waste another year --- "(Don't Go Back to) Rockville" REM Reckoning

Johnny Dickshot Oct 07 2007 05:47 PM

Looking at your watch at the time Waiting in the station for the bus Going to a place that's far So far away and if that's not enough Going where nobody says hello They don't talk to anybody they don't know You'll wind up in some factory That's full time filth and nowhere left to go Walk home to an empty house Sit around a-all by yourself I know it might sound strange But I believe you'll be coming back before too long Don't go back to Rockville (3x) And waste another year At night I drink myself to sleep And pretend I don't care if you're not here with me 'Cause it's so much easier to handle All my problems if I'm too far out to sea But something better happen soon Or it's gonna be too late to bring you back It's not as though I really need you If you were here I'd only bleed you But everybody else in town Only wants to bring you down And that's not how it ought to be I know it might sound strange But I believe you'll be coming back before too long

Johnny Dickshot Oct 07 2007 05:48 PM

FUCK YOU!!!!!

Edgy DC Oct 07 2007 05:50 PM

Eat shit, brother.

A Boy Named Seo Oct 07 2007 05:50 PM

Awesome.

Edgy DC Oct 07 2007 05:59 PM

I'm wondering if the name 'Reckoning" may be a joke about letting them going country.

Johnny Dickshot Oct 07 2007 06:05 PM

I still love you, I still want you. I still need you, don't hang up and say goodbye. Walking on the beach last night, hoping things would be all right, my baby lying on her bed, it's you I saw instead. Thinking of the one I love, your the one I'm thinking of. San Francisco days, San Francisco nights. I meet a girl in Mexico I should of told her then I know, that I still think of you, we never will be through. San Francisco days, San Francisco nights. San Francisco days, San Francisco nights. I still love you, I still want you. I still need you, don't hang up and say goodbye. Walking down to market street feeling my heart skip a beat, to see someone who looks like you, I guess that I'm not through. Dreaming of the one I love, you know what I'm dreaming of. San Francisco days, San Francisco nights. I'm heading for that golden gate hoping I won't be to late, to find the one that I still love. It's you I'm dreaming of, San Francisco nights. San Francisco days, San Francisco nights. San Francisco days, San Francisco nights. San Francisco..........

Edgy DC Oct 07 2007 06:20 PM

"Send the Fat Kid Back to Tidewater" should be a song.

SteveJRogers Oct 07 2007 06:44 PM

Where's that gal with the red dress on some folks called her Dinah Stole my heart away from me down in Louisiana Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gives the honey Dark man raise the cotton white man gets the money Take me back to Tulsa... Walk and talk to Suzy walk and talk to Suzy Walk and talk to Suzy walk and talk to Suzy We always wear a great big smile we never do look sour Travel all over the country playing by the hour Take me back to Tulsa...

Edgy DC Oct 07 2007 06:58 PM

Oh-oh! Oh-oh! What are we gonna do? Union Union Union City blue Tunnel to the other side It becomes daylight I say he's mine Oh power Passion Plays a double hand Union Union Union City man Arrive, climb up four flights To the orange side Rearrange my mind In turquoise Union Union Union City blue Skyline Passion Union City blue Power Passion Plays a double hand Union Union Union City man I say he's mine I have a plan I say he's my Union City man Oh-oh! Oh-oh! What are we gonna do? Union, Union, Union City blue --- "Union City Blue" Blondie Eat to the Beat

Mendoza Line Oct 07 2007 07:51 PM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Oct 07 2007 08:37 PM

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TheOldMole Oct 07 2007 07:52 PM

Does it go from east to west, y'all Body free and a body less, y'all Come again just to start afresh and Once again to find a home In the moment of the meantime Dropping in coming through the mesh, y'all Checking in just to get it blessed, y'all Hard to leave when it's picturesque and Find a form that's free to roam Where you come from Where you going Where you come from Where you going Do it all then it all again, y'all Make it up and you make a friend, y'all Paddle on just around the bend and Find a place where you can see All the mamas and the papas Take a chance on a recommend, y'all Hard as hell just to comprehend, y'all Disbelief that I do suspend and Easy now to find a breeze Where you come from Where you going Where you come from Where you going We all want to tell her Tell her that we love her Venice gets a queen Best I've ever seen We all want to kiss her Tell her that we miss her Venice gets a queen Best I've ever I know you said you don't believe In God do you still disagree Now that it's time for you to leave G-L-O-R-I-A Is love my friend My friend, my friend Your stylish mess of silver hair A woman of your kind is rare Your uniform returns to air G-L-O-R-I-A Is love my friend My friend, my friend And now it's time for you to go You taught me most of all I know Where would I be without you Glo G-L-O-R-I-A Is love my friend My friend, my friend I see you standing by the sea The waves you made will always be Your kiss goodbye before you leave G-L-O-R-I-A Is love my friend My friend, my friend

Edgy DC Oct 07 2007 07:58 PM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Oct 07 2007 08:08 PM

Double V. Someone must die.

Frayed Knot Oct 07 2007 08:01 PM

I am a lineman for the county and I drive the main road searching in the sun for another overload I hear you singing in the wire I can hear you through the whine and the Wichita lineman is still on the line -- Jimmy Webb

Mendoza Line Oct 07 2007 08:36 PM

Edgy DC wrote: Double V. Someone must die Veracruz has fallen. X, anyone???

Rockin' Doc Oct 07 2007 08:46 PM

I'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel and taking a few liberties here, but Xanadu was the capital city of Kublai Khan's mongolian Empire. How else are we to get an 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

Gwreck Oct 07 2007 09:07 PM

Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Danny Heaton Found the ore that was linin' yellow creek They built a blast furnace Here along the shore And they made the cannon balls 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 made my pay Then smokestacks reachin' like the arms of god Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay Here in Youngstown Here in Youngstown My 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 yards 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 Appalacchia 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 In Youngstown In 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 heavens work well I pray the devil comes and takes me To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell

Edgy DC Oct 09 2007 07:43 AM

Singing that Chris Isaac song in my head. I can't sing it strong enough 'Cause that kind of strength i just don't have If you watch the light change Don't hold them hanging You think it's easy, but you're wrong I am not one-half of the problem Zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run What does it mean, a mistake or two? If it's the kind of mistakes no one can trace To the fountain where we sold it And held them hanging You think it's easy, but you're wrong I am not one-half of the problem Zurich is stained and it's not my fault Just hold me back or let me run You think it's easy, but you're wrong I am not one-half of the problem Zurich is stained and it's not my fault Just hold me back or let me run "Zurich is Stained" Pavement Slanted and Enchanted Matador Records (1992)

Iubitul Oct 09 2007 07:59 AM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K62DdoFoNeg Well were living here in Allentown And they're closing all the factories down Out in Bethlehem they're killing time Filling out forms Standing in line Well our fathers fought the second world war Spent their weekends on the jersey shore Met our mothers in the uso Asked them to dance Danced with them slow And were living here in Allentown But the restlessness was handed down And its getting very hard to stay Well were waiting here in Allentown For the Pennsylvania we never found For the promises our teachers gave If we worked hard If we behaved So the graduations hang on the wall But they never really helped us at all No they never taught us what was real Iron and coke And chromium steel And were waiting here in Allentown But they've taken all the coal from the ground And the union people crawled away Every child had a pretty good shot To get at least as far as their old man got But something happened on the way to that place They threw an American flag in our face Well I'm living here in Allentown And its hard to keep a good man down But I wont be getting up today And its getting very hard to stay And were living here in allentown

Edgy DC Oct 09 2007 08:05 AM

Could have gone with Billy Jucketts sweep, going from Zanzibar to Allentown.

Frayed Knot Oct 09 2007 08:13 AM

Third boxcar, midnight train Destination: Bangor, Maine. Old worn out clothes and shoes, I don't pay no union dues. I smoke old stogies I have found Short, but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means King of the road -- Roger Miller

John Cougar Lunchbucket Oct 09 2007 08:29 AM

Three! four! Three! four! Three! four! All this energy calling me Back where it comes from Its such a crude attitude Its back where it belongs All the little kids growing up on the skids are goin Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Jumpin (jean) gene genies, moody james deanies goin Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Mama knows but she dont care Shes got her worries too Seven kids and a phony affair And the rent is due All the little chicks with the crimson lips go Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Shes livinin sin with a safety pin Shes goin cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks I got some records from world war two Ill play em just like me grand dad do He was a rocker and I am too Oh cleveland rocks, yeah cleveland rocks So find a place Grab a space And yell and scream for more Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks Three! four! Three! four! Three! four! Ohio

Iubitul Oct 09 2007 08:31 AM

On edit - this is what happens when I get interrupted by work....

Edgy DC Oct 09 2007 08:34 AM

Ian's voice be shot.

John Cougar Lunchbucket Oct 09 2007 08:41 AM

Yeah, shitty performance, and for a DVD.

SteveJRogers Oct 09 2007 10:00 AM

Yeah I know the song really is meant for Aspen, but what the heck... It's a long way from LA to Denver It's a long time to hang in the sky It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen A sweet Rocky Mountain paradise Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise Springtime is rollin' aˆ?round slowly Grey skies are bringin' me down I can't remember when I've ever been so lonely I forgot what it's like to be home Can't remember what it's like to be home But I think on my lady's sweet memories I think on my children's sweet smiles I think on my home in Starwood in Aspen All my friends and the snow covered hills Oh, my friends are the snow covered hills And I tell you I'm happy to be here To share and consider this time For I see here the shadows of changes And a feeling of new friends to find And I see here some new friends to find But it's a long way from this place to Denver It's a long time to hang in the sky It's a long way home to Starwood in Aspen A sweet Rocky Mountain paradise Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise

DocTee Oct 09 2007 10:03 AM

SJR takes his head out of the oven following yesterday's loss just long enough to drop some Denver on the 'Pool.

sharpie Oct 09 2007 10:28 AM

I give you a toast Ladies and gentlemen, I give you a toast Ladies and gentlemen May this fair land we love so well, In Dignity and freedom dwell. while worlds may change and go awry, Whilst there is still one voice to cry!--- There'll always be an England, While there's a country lane. Wherever there's a cottage small Beside a field of grain There'll always be an England While there's a busy street. Wherever there's a turning wheel A million marching feet. Red, white and blue What does it mean to you? Surely you're proud Shout it loud Britons awake! The Empire too We can depend on you. Freedom remains These are the chains Nothing can break. There'll always be an England And England shall be free If England means as much to you As England means to me

Edgy DC Oct 09 2007 10:58 AM

Foul!

Frayed Knot Oct 09 2007 11:18 AM

I hear Mariachi static on my radio And the tubes they glow in the dark And I'm there with her in Ensenada And I'm here in Echo Park Carmelita hold me tighter I think I'm sinking down And I'm all strung out on heroin On the outskirts of town -- Warren Zevon

Edgy DC Oct 09 2007 11:29 AM

There we go.

sharpie Oct 09 2007 11:48 AM

Sorry. Didn't see it hadda be a city.

Mendoza Line Oct 09 2007 11:53 AM

They're still racing out at the Trestles But that blood it never burned in her veins Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview And a style she's trying to maintain Well if she wants to see me You can tell her that I'm easily found Tell her there's a spot out `neath Abram's Bridge And tell her there's a darkness on the edge of town Everybody's got a secret Sonny Something that they just can't face Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it They carry it with them every step that they take Till some day they just cut it loose Cut it loose or let it drag `em down Where no one asks any questions Or looks too long in your face In the darkness on the edge of town Some folks are born into a good life Other folks get it anyway anyhow I lost my money and I lost my wife Them things don't seem to matter much to me now Tonight I'll be on that hill `cause I can't stop I'll be on that hill with everything I got Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost For wanting things that can only be found In the darkness on the edge of town on edit, just for the record - Bruce Springsteen, Darkness on the Edge of Town

Edgy DC Oct 09 2007 11:57 AM

My predicition is that the end of this thread will see the following artists/composers, in order, as most frequently appearing: Springsteen Cash Earle Juckets Ian Hunter

sharpie Oct 09 2007 12:02 PM

Lucinda Williams, full o' place names from the South. Here's one: Don't wanna see you again or hold your hand Cause you don't really love me you're not my man You're not my man oh you're not my man Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville You scream and shout and you make a scene When you open your mouth you never say what you mean Say what you mean oh say what you mean Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville You drink hard liquor you come on strong You lose your temper someone looks at you wrong Looks at you wrong oh looks at you wrong Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville Out all night playin in a band Looking for a fight with a guitar in your hand A guitar in your hand oh a guitar in your hand Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville Empty bottles and broken glass Busted down doors and borrowed cash Borrowed cash oh the borrowed cash Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville Looking for someone to save you Looking for someone to rave about you To rave about you oh to rave about you Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

Edgy DC Oct 09 2007 12:17 PM

BerryBest: I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind. Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past raleigh, On across Caroline. Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, And we never was a minute late. We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, Rollin' cross the Georgia State. We had motor trouble; it turned into a struggle Half way cross Alabam, And that 'Hound broke down and left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham. Straight off, I bought me a through-train ticket Ridin' cross Mississippi clean And I was on that Midnight Flyer out of Birmingham Smoking into New Orleans. Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Just help me get to Houston town. There's people there who care a little 'bout me And they won't let the Poor Boy down. Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit, Put luggage in my hands, And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised land. Workin' on a t-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the Golden State; The pilot told me in thirteen minutes Wed be headin' to the terminal gate. Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone; Cut your engines, cool your wings, And let me make it to the telephone. Los Angeles, give me Norfolk Virginia, Tidewater, four-ten-oh-nine Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land callin And the Poor Boy's on the line

SteveJRogers Oct 09 2007 02:56 PM

From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place At the table of your love I got the brush off At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience In the theater of your love I lost my part And now you say you’ve got me out of your conscience I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart In the garbage disposal of you dreams I’ve been ground up dear On the river of your plans I’m up the creek Up the elevator of your future I’ve been shafted On the calendar of your events I’m last week I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience In the theater of your love I lost my part And now you say you’ve got me out of your conscience I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

sharpie Oct 09 2007 03:14 PM

High time Bob Dylan makes an appearance here: When you're lost in the rain in Juarez And it's Eastertime too And your gravity fails And negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there And they really make a mess outa you Now if you see Saint Annie Please tell her thanks a lot I cannot move My fingers are all in a knot I don't have the strength To get up and take another shot And my best friend, my doctor Won't even say what it is I've got Sweet Melinda The peasants call her the goddess of gloom She speaks good English And she invites you up into her room And you're so kind And careful not to go to her too soon And she takes your voice And leaves you howling at the moon Up on Housing Project Hill It's either fortune or fame You must pick up one or the other Though neither of them are to be what they claim If you're lookin' to get silly You better go back to from where you came Because the cops don't need you And man they expect the same Now all the authorities They just stand around and boast How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms Into leaving his post And picking up Angel who Just arrived here from the coast Who looked so fine at first But left looking just like a ghost I started out on burgundy But soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me When the game got rough But the joke was on me There was nobody even there to call my bluff I'm going back to New York City I do believe I've had enough

Kid Carsey Oct 09 2007 06:16 PM

I'm gonna tell you a story 'bout Mary Lou You know the kind of woman make a fool of you She make a young man itch She man an old man fart The way she took my money was a crying shame Mary Lou she took my watch and chain Mary Lou she took my diamond ring Mary Lou she took the keys to my cadillac car Jumped in my kitty and drove off far Left me stranded in Kalamazoo Making her fortune off a fool like you She married a rich man Had a dozen mountain goats Drove that cat until he flipped his lid Come back into town about a year ago Told me she was sorry that she hurt me so I had a fifty-five Ford and a two dollar bill The way she looked at that man gave me a chill Mary Lou

SteveJRogers Oct 09 2007 06:30 PM Edited 2 time(s), most recently on Oct 09 2007 06:45 PM

Ehem, quick change from McGraw to Waylon There only two things in life that make it worth livin' That's guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women I don't need my name in the marquis lights I got my song and I got you with me tonight Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Chorus: Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us fueding like the Hatfield and McCoys Between Hank Williams pain songs, Newberry's train songs and blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain So baby let's sell your diamond ring Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away This coat and tie is choking me In your high socitey you cry all day We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones Four car garage and we're still building on Maby it's time we got back to the basics of love Chorus: Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us fueding like the Hatfield and McCoys Between Hank Williams pain songs, Newberry's train songs and blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Willie and Waylon and the boys This successful life we're livin' got us fueding like the Hatfield and McCoys Between Hank Williams pain songs, Jerry Jeff's train songs and blue eyes cryin' in the rain out in Luckenbach Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain

Kid Carsey Oct 09 2007 06:35 PM

Uh, you forgot a letter.

SteveJRogers Oct 09 2007 06:39 PM

Kid Carsey wrote: Uh, you forgot a letter. Fixed

Rockin' Doc Oct 09 2007 07:44 PM

Okie From Muskogee - Merle Haggard We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee; We don't take our trips on LSD We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street; We like livin' right, and bein' free. I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all We don't make a party out of lovin'; We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo; We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy, Like the hippies out in San Francisco do. And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, A place where even squares can have a ball. We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all. Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear; Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen. Football's still the roughest thing on campus, And the kids here still respect the college dean. We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.

sharpie Oct 10 2007 07:17 AM

John Ono Lennon's tribute to his adopted home (where he was later killed): Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel And we found that he was real He sang, "The Pope smokes dope every day" Up come a policeman shoved us up the street Singing, "Power to the people today!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? Well down to Max's Kansas City Got down the nitty gritty With the Elephants Memory Band Laid something down As the news spread around About the Plastic Ono Elephants Memory Band! And we played some funky boogie And laid some tutti frutti Singing, "Long Tall Sally's a man." Up come a preacherman trying to be a teacher Singing, "God's a red herring in drag!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? Well we did the Staten Island Ferry Making movies for the telly Played the Fillmore and Apollo for freedom Tried to shake our image Just a cycling through the Village But found that we had left it back in London Well nobody came to bug us Hustle us or shove us So we decided to make it our home If the Man wants to shove us out We gonna jump and shout The Statue of Liberty said, "Come!" New York City...New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York? New York City...back in New York City...New York City Que pasa, New York? Que pasa, New York?

Edgy DC Oct 10 2007 07:19 AM

We turn away to face the cold Enduring chill As the day begs the night for mercy love The sun so bright it leaves no shadows Only scars Carved into stone on the face of earth The moon is up and over One Tree Hill We see the sun go down in your eyes You run like a river! On to the sea You run like a river! Runs to the sea And in the world, a heart of darkness A fire zone Where poets speak their heart, then bleed for it Jara sang - his song a weapon In the hands of one Whose blood still cries From the ground He runs like a river! Runs to the sea He runs like a river! To the sea I don't believe in painted roses Or bleeding hearts While bullets rape the night of the merciful I'll see you again When the stars fall from the sky And the moon has turned red Over One Tree Hill We run like a river! Runs to the sea We run like a river! To the sea And when it's raining Raining hard That's when the rain will Break the heart Raining! Raining in your heart Raining into your heart Raining! Raining into your heart Raining, raining! Raining! Raining into your heart Raining! Raining your heart into the sea Oh great ocean! Oh great sea! Run to the ocean! Run to the sea! --- "One Tree Hill" U2 The Joshua Tree Island Records (1987)

Rockin' Doc Oct 10 2007 07:30 AM

Is One Tree Hill an actual city? Just as a rules clarification for those of us that are rather slow on the uptake, do the songs have to contain the name of an American city? Or is any world wide city acceptable?

Frayed Knot Oct 10 2007 07:36 AM

The local rock group down the street Is trying hard to learn their song Seranade the weekend squire, who just came out to mow his lawn Another Pleasant Valley Sunday Charcoal burning everywhere Rows of houses that are all the same And no one seems to care See Mrs. Gray she's proud today because her roses are in bloom Mr. Green he's so serene, He's got a TV in every room Another Pleasant Valley Sunday Here in status symbol land Mothers complain about how hard life is And the kids just don't understand Creature comfort goals They only numb my soul and make it hard for me to see My thoughts all seem to stray, to places far away I need a change of scenery Another Pleasant Valley Sunday Charcoal burning everywhere Another Pleasant Valley Sunday Here in status symbol land Another Pleasant Valley Sunday... -- C. King & G. Goffin

Edgy DC Oct 10 2007 07:36 AM

One Tree Hill is in New Zealand. The song was conceived as a tribute to Greg Carroll, Bono's kiwi personal assistant. I don't know that non-US cities and towns are or aren't allowed, but mine wouldn't be the first, so I went for it. And you know what? I'm glad!

sharpie Oct 10 2007 07:42 AM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Oct 10 2007 07:44 AM

I don't think Pleasant Valley really exists. (on edit): Actually, there are some places called Pleasant Valley. Not sure if they meant to write about an actual place but I guess that doesn't really matter.

Rockin' Doc Oct 10 2007 07:44 AM

Thanks, I didn't know of any city called One Tree Hill. I learn something new everyday. Now that I have read KC's original post more closely, I see that it doesn't specifically state that the cities must be in the US. That opens up a whole new avenue for possible songs.

Frayed Knot Oct 10 2007 07:50 AM

sharpie wrote: I don't think Pleasant Valley really exists. (on edit): Actually, there are some places called Pleasant Valley. Not sure if they meant to write about an actual place but I guess that doesn't really matter. King/Goffin did model the song after a real N.J. suburban town (I forget which one) but not one specifically called Pleasant Valley. So yes, in this case, the town is fictional.

Mendoza Line Oct 10 2007 08:28 AM

Frayed Knot wrote: King/Goffin did model the song after a real N.J. suburban town (I forget which one) but not one specifically called Pleasant Valley. So yes, in this case, the town is fictional. West Orange, where the main street is called Pleasant Valley Way.

sharpie Oct 10 2007 08:50 AM

The official song of the 400th anniversary of Quebec City: So many tales, so many dreams Tall ships of hope and unity From stormy skies to destiny Brave hearts in search of liberty came from the sea So many tales, so many dreams L'Anse au Foulon, the Citadelle 400 years and yet it seems That you will always have the same Passionate flame Your memory's told to young and old Your quest is pure, deep as the sea From days gone by to rising suns 400 years, you ve just begun Light of my soul, Quebec City So many tales, so many dreams I hear your whispers in the wind You sing a song that I hold dear Heart full of grace, and full of cheers I'm coming home So many tales, so many dreams an open window to the world 40 decades to celebrate an open hand, a warm embrace a friendly face Your memory's told to young and old your quest is pure , deep as the sea From days gone by to rising suns 400 years, you ve just begun Light of my soul, Quebec city So many tales, so many dreams a hero's story to unfold Of blood and tears , victory and fears You've build a nation to behold Boundries of love from shore to shore Your memory's told to young and old your quest is pure, deep as the sea from days gone by to rising suns 400 years, you ve just begun Light of my soul , Quebec city Light of my soul, my LIBERTY Probably better in French.

Kid Carsey Oct 10 2007 08:58 AM

A good friend of mine lives in Pleasant Valley, it's a nice little town in Dutchess County.

TheOldMole Oct 10 2007 04:01 PM

From James Brown: All aboard for night train Miami, Florida Atlanta, Georgia Raleigh, North Carolina Miami, Florida Atlanta, Georgia Raleigh, North Carolina Washington D.C. Oh, and Richmond, Virginia too Baltimore, Maryland Philadelphia New York City Take it home And don't forget New Orleans The home of the blues Oh, yeah, night train Night train, night train Night Train, carry me home.

SteveJRogers Oct 10 2007 04:23 PM

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die And long ago I stopped askin' why San Quentin, I hate every inch of you. You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru. And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man; Mister Congressman why can't you understand. San Quentin, what good do you think you do? Do you think I'll be different when you're through? You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul, And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold. San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell. May your walls fall and may I live to tell. May all the world forget you ever stood. And may all the world regret you did no good. San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me. Yes its about the prison, but it is the name of the town as well. [url]http://www.hometownlocator.com/City/San-Quentin-California.cfm[/url]

Rockin' Doc Oct 10 2007 07:45 PM

Rock 'N Me - Steve Miller Band Well I've been lookin' real hard And I'm tryin' to find a job But it just keeps gettin' tougher every day But I got to do my part cause I know in my heart I got to please my sweet baby, yeah Well, I ain't superstitious And I don't get suspicious But my woman is a friend of mine And I know that it's true that all the things that I do Will come back to me in my sweet time So keep on rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby I went from Phoenix, Arizona All the way to Tacoma Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A. Northern California where the girls are warm So I could be with my sweet baby, yeah Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby Baby, baby, baby Keep on rock'n Rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n Rock'n me baby Don't get suspicious Now don't be suspicious Babe, you know you are a friend of mine And you know that it's true That all the things that I do Are gonna come back to you in your sweet time I went from Phoenix, Arizona All the way to Tacoma Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A. Northern California where the girls are warm So I could hear my sweet baby say Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me, rock'n me, rock'n Baby, baby, baby Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby Keep on a rock'n me baby

Edgy DC Oct 10 2007 08:24 PM

I like how the Night Train gets to Washington and has to double back to Richmond. In The Commitments, they were signed to release a lone single of their Dublin version of "Night Train" with a studio version on Side A and a live version on Side B. They broke up that very night instead.

TheOldMole Oct 10 2007 09:43 PM

Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls Stuck in a rocket over Mongolia what are we doing up here When we could be in Ulan Bator dancing and drinking beer Grande Fiesta Grande Fiesta Senoritas And a silver moon Ulan Bator girls Ulan Bator girls There's only one thing on earth I miss, oh, I want it so Ruby red lips, and a hot kiss. To Ulan Bator, hey let's go Grande Fiesta Grande Fiesta Senoritas And a silver moon --Leningrad Cowboys

Rockin' Doc Oct 11 2007 06:35 AM

Vienna - Billie Joel Slow down you crazy child You're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart tell me why You are still so afraid? Where's the fire, what's the hurry about? You better cool it off before you burn it out You got so much to do and only So many hours in a day But you know that when the truth is told That you can get what you want Or you an just get old You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through When will you realize Vienna waits for you Slow down you're doing fine You can't be everything you want to be Before your time Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight Too bad but it's the life you lead You're so ahead of yourself That you forgot what you need Though you can see when you're wrong But you know you can't always see when you're right You got your passion you got your pride But don't you know only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true When will you realize Vienna waits for you Slow down you crazy child Take the phone off the hook And disappeaar for a while It's alright you can afford to lose a day or two When will you realize Vienna waits for you.

sharpie Oct 11 2007 06:50 AM

More Steve Earle: It's Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans drink whiskey neat And thanked their lucky stars They said, 'He cannot seek another term They'll be no more FDRs' I sat home in Tennessee Staring at the screen With an uneasy feeling in my chest And I'm wonderin' what it means Chorus: So come back Woody Guthrie Come back to us now Tear your eyes from paradise And rise again somehow If you run into Jesus Maybe he can help you out Come back Woody Guthrie to us now I followed in your footsteps once Back in my travelin' days Somewhere I failed to find your trail Now I'm stumblin' through the haze But there's killers on the highway now And a man can't get around So I sold my soul for wheels that roll Now I'm stuck here in this town Chorus There's foxes in the hen house Cows out in the corn The unions have been busted Their proud red banners torn To listen to the radio You'd think that all was well But you and me and Cisco know It's going straight to hell So come back, Emma Goldman Rise up, old Joe Hill The barracades are goin' up They cannot break our will Come back to us, Malcolm X And Martin Luther King We're marching into Selma As the bells of freedom ring Chorus

Rockin' Doc Oct 11 2007 08:36 PM

I believe the X is killing this thread.

A Boy Named Seo Oct 12 2007 09:26 AM

The letter X is involved and so is a city name. she had to leave los angeles all her toys wore out in black and her boys had too she started to hate every nigger and jew every mexican that gave her lotta shit every homosexual and the idle rich she had to get out she gets confused flying over the dateline her hands turn red cause the days change at night change in an instant the days change at night change in an instant she had to leave los angeles she found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend she bought a clock on hollywood blvd the day she left it felt sad she had to get out

TheOldMole Oct 12 2007 02:12 PM

I'll pretend that's a real X, and move on: There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma And it's the only train left for me to ride on I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma I'll get my ticket now for my last time They say the life of man is made up of four seasons And springtime finds him young and planting his grain And then the summer comes bringing warm rains of reason And time to reap his crop of heartache and pain The winter comes, finds him snow-cropped and laden He has been humbled now, walking into the rain But the rains of death never fall from the cloudless skies of Yuma Time stand still for those on that 3.10 train There is a lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma And it's the only train left for me to ride on I'll catch that lonely train called the 3.10 to Yuma I'll get my ticket now for my last time

Rockin' Doc Oct 13 2007 11:53 AM

Zurich Is Stained - Pavement I can't sing it strong enough it's that kind of strength I just don't have if you watch the lights change don't hold them hanging you think it's easy, but you're wrong I'm not one half of the problem Zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run so what does it mean, a mistake or two if it's the kind of mistake no one can trace to the fountain where we sold it and held them hanging you think it's easy, but you're wrong I'm not one half of the problem Zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run you think it's easy, but you're wrong I'm not one half of the problem Zurich is stained and it's not my fault just hold me back or let me run

SteveJRogers Oct 13 2007 04:26 PM

Edgy doesn't want me to post I've Been Everywhere, so I'll start the alphabet again with this Cash classic that also has plenty of city names, written by Robert Zimmerman himself, Wanted Man Wanted man in California, Wanted man in Buffalo Wanted man in Kansas City, Wanted man in Ohio Wanted man in Mississippi, Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man I might be in Colorado, Or Georgia by the sea Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am Don't you breathe it to nobody 'cause you know I'm on the lamb Wanted man by Lucy Watson, Wanted man by Jeannie Brown Wanted man by Nellie Johnson, Wanted man in this next town I've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I've had And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad I got sidetracked in El Paso, Stopped to get myself a map Went the wrong way in Pleura with Juanita on my back Went to sleep in Shreveport, Woke up in Abilene Wonderin' why I'm wanted at some town half way in between Wanted man in Albuquerque, Wanted man in Syracuse Wanted man in Tallahassee, Wanted man in Baton Rouge There's somebody set to grab me Anywhere that I might be And wherever you might look tonight You might get a glimpse of me Wanted man in California, Wanted man in Buffalo Wanted man in Kansas City, Wanted man in Ohio Wanted man in Mississippi, Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man Bah da da da da da da da...

TheOldMole Oct 13 2007 06:17 PM

Why did you go away and leave me in Big Mamou You left me for another you left me alone and so blue Please come back Jacques come on back Make me happy and live with me in Big Mamou

Rockin' Doc Oct 13 2007 08:12 PM

Last Train to Clarksville - The Monkees Take the last train to clarksville, And Ill meet you at the station. You can be be there by four thirty, cause I made your reservation. Dont be slow, oh, no, no, no! Oh, no, no, no! cause Im leavin in the morning And I must see you again Well have one more night together til the morning brings my train. And I must go, oh, no, no, no! Oh, no, no, no! And I dont know if Im ever coming home. Take the last train to clarksville. Ill be waiting at the station. Well have time for coffee flavored kisses And a bit of conversation. Oh... oh, no, no, no! Oh, no, no, no! Take the last train to clarksville, Now I must hang up the phone. I cant hear you in this noisy Railroad station all alone. Im feelin low. oh, no, no, no! Oh, no, no, no! And I dont know if Im ever coming home. Take the last train to clarksville, Take the last train to clarksville,

Edgy DC Oct 13 2007 09:53 PM

Problem with these threads is that we post more than we read. Not enough interactivity. And now poor Zurich has been stained twice and nobody noticed.

Rockin' Doc Oct 14 2007 07:36 AM

Sorry, my fault for staining Zurich a second time. I read through all the lyrics when they are posted, but it can be hard to keep track of them all and avoid duplication. I guess I will need to make myself a cheat sheet of songs previously used in order to avoid further duplication in the future.

Edgy DC Oct 14 2007 10:54 AM

Notatall. Could have hap'd to anybody. I stand by my concerns about such threads not being interactive enough. I like the clips more than just the lyrics.

Mendoza Line Oct 14 2007 08:11 PM Edited 1 time(s), most recently on Oct 14 2007 08:35 PM

I still remember it was autumn and the moon was shining Our 60 Cadillac was roaring through Nebraska whining Doing 120 man the fields was bending over Heading out for the mountains knowing we was traveling further All the fires were blazing and the spinning wheels were turning turning Had my girl beside me, brother, brother, she was burning burning Up walked a Baptist preachin' southern funky school teacher She had a line on something 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 laid it on the counter showing All I had to do was lay my money down and pick it up The cops came busting in and then we lit out in a pickup truck Go! Get out of Denver, baby, go, go Get out of Denver, better, go Get out of Denver, better, go, go Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie And you might just be a member Better get out of Denver Better get out of Denver Well, red lights were flashing and the sirens were a-screaming screaming We had to pinch each other just to see if we were dreaming Made it to Loveland Pass in under less than half an hour Lord, it started drizzling and it turned into a thundershower The rain was driving but the Caddy kept on burning rubber We kept on driving till we ran into some fog cover We couldn't see a thing but somehow we just kept on going We kept on driving all night long and then into the morning fog It finally lifted when we looked to see where we was at We're staring at a Colorado state policeman trooper cat Go! Get out of Denver, better, go Get out of Denver, better, go, go Get out of Denver, better, go Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie And you might just be a member Better get out of Denver Better get out of Denver Better go! Get out of Denver, better, go Get out of Denver, better, go, go Get out of Denver, better, go Get out of Denver cause you look just like a commie And you might just be a member Better get out of Denver Better go! Bob Seger - Get out of Denver Link to the Eddie and the Hot Rods version:

Edgy DC Oct 14 2007 08:31 PM

Or back to John Cash.

Mendoza Line Oct 14 2007 08:36 PM

Fixed.

TheOldMole Oct 14 2007 09:54 PM

(Cheech:) Took a walk to the corner store Just to buy a loaf of bread and a box of s`mores Up pulled a guy in a yellow van Shiny gold badge flashing in his hand (Chong:) He said, alright all you mojados down here I want you all to hit the floor I got one thing to ask you and nothing more So answer in English, if you can Where were ya born, man (Cheech:) Huh? Where was I born? (Chong:) That`s right, I said Where were ya born? (Cheech:) Hey, are you one of those dudes who do horoscopes, man Hey, I`m a Cancer with a bad moon rising (Chong:) Look here el fago, watch my lips Where were ya born? (Cheech:) I was BORN IN EAST L.A. Man, I was BORN IN EAST L.A. (Chong:) Oh yeah, you were BORN IN EAST L.A. Let`s see your green card (Cheech:) Huh? Green card? I`m from East LA (Chong:) Alright, then who`s President of the United States (Cheech:) Oh, that`s easy, man That guy that used to be on Death Valley Days, John Wayne (Chong:) Alright, let`s go, come on (Cheech:) Next thing I know, I`m in a foreign land People talkin so fast, I couldn`t understand There was nobody there to lend a helping hand I was cold, it was dark where is a burger stand I want to go back to East LA I wish I was back in East LA I don`t belong here in downtown T.J. Cause I was born in East LA, ole I crawled under barbed wire, swam across a stream Rode in six different trucks packed like a sardine Walked all day in the burning sun Now I know what it`s like to be born to run Up ahead was the promised land Shining like a star just beyond my hand All I could see was a golden door I looked up, a sign said five billion sold And I was back in East LA Yes, I was back in East LA You know I`m never gonna stray Cause I was born in East LA, oh LA (adlibs with I'm a low rider rocker in East LA, oh LA) EAST LA!!!

RealityChuck Oct 15 2007 06:38 AM

All Hail Fredonia, home of the brave and free!

Edgy DC Oct 15 2007 07:11 AM

Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowin' I still see her dark eyes glowin' She was 21 when I left Galveston Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing While I watch the cannons flashing I clean my gun and dream of Galveston I still see her standing by the water Standing there lookin' out to sea And is she waiting there for me? On the beach where we used to run Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying Before I dry the tears she's crying Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun At Galveston, at Galveston

Frayed Knot Oct 15 2007 07:20 AM

Ah yes, 2/3 of Jimmy Webb's "southwest trilogy" has now been used. So I'll stay in east Texas with the briefly big but now fading-from-memory Marshall Tucker Band I've been down around Houston, Texas Where the sun shines most of the time I've been driving about six hours Tryin' to reach that Arkansas line But Texarkana's an hour ahead And I've got to keep my wheels rolling But woman you're always on my mind Twenty-four hours at a time So my woman I'm hoping you feel the same way Woman you know that I miss you And I can't miss you no more I got this ride doing seventy miles an hour She's loaded she's down to the floor But I've got to reach that Arkansas line Before the sun goes down But woman you're always on my mind Twenty-four hours at a time So my woman I'm hoping you feel the same way Woman you know I need you I've been On the road too much Tired of looking at the highway Got to keep in touch some way

Edgy DC Oct 15 2007 07:23 AM

Something about that era --- 65-75 --- that professional songwriters were all writing songs referencing western cities.

sharpie Oct 15 2007 08:12 AM

Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah When she walks, shes like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh (ooh) but I watch her so sadly How can I tell her I love her Yes I would give my heart gladly But each day, when she walks to the sea She looks straight ahead, not at me Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, I smile - but she doesnt see (doesnt see) (she just doesnt see, she never sees me,...)

Rockin' Doc Oct 15 2007 11:09 AM

Uneasy Rider - Charlie Daniels Band (I always found the lyrics to this song rather amusing) I was takin a trip out to L.A. Toolin along in my cheverolet Tokin on a number and diggin on the radio Just as I crossed the Mississippi line I heard that highway start to whine And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow Well the spare was flat and I got uptight Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car It was right in front of this little bar Kind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn I stuffed my hair up under my hat And told the bartender that I had a flat And ywould he be kind enough to give me change for a one There was one thing I was sure proud to see There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone I called up the station down the road a ways He said he wasn't very busy today And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!" And I didn't bother to tell the darn fool That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car With the peace sign, the mag wheels and the four on the floor?" He looked at me and I damn near died And I decided that I'd just wait outside So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin These 5 big dudes come strollin in With one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth I was almost to the door when the biggest one Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!" And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night Especially when there was three of them and only one of me They all started laughin and I felt kinda sick And I knew I better think of something pretty quick So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair But before he could move I grabbed me a chair And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man!" "You may not know it but this man is a spy. He's a undercover agent for the FBI And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!" He was still bent over holdin on to his knee But everybody else was looking and listening to me And I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went I said, "Would you believe this man has gone as far As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars. And he voted for George McGovern for President." "Well, he's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags! I betchya he's even got a commie flag tacked up on the wall inside of his garage." "He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys. He may look dumb but that's just a disguise, He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage" They all started lookin real suspicious at him And he jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim! You know he's lying I been living here all of my life!" "I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church. And I aint even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!" Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressed But I didn't wait around to hear the rest I was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck When I hit the ground I was making tracks And they were just taking my car down off the jacks So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up Mario Andretti wouldda sure been proud Of the way I was movin when I passed that crowd Coming out the door and headed toward me at a trot And I guess I should of gone ahead and run But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun Of chasing them all just once around the parking lot Well they headed for their car, but i hit the gas And spun around and headed them off at the pass I was slinging gravel and putting a ton of dust in the air I had them all out there steppin and fetchin Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin then I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there When I hit the road I was really wheelin Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas I think I'm gonna reroute my trip I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped If I went to L.A., via Omaha

A Boy Named Seo Oct 15 2007 11:58 AM

I think the Louvin Brothers made this song famous, but it's a traditional song covered a thousand times before and probably a thousand times since, including by Nick Cave. Here it is. A twisted, beautiful murder ballad. Knoxville Girl I met a liitle girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well, And every Sunday evening, out in her home I'd dwell, We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town, I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down. She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry, Oh Willy dear don't kill me here, I'm unprepared to die, She never spoke another word, I only beat her more, Until the ground around me within her blood did flow. I took her by her golden curls and I drug her round and around, Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town, Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eyes, Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride. I started back to Knoxville, got there about midnight, My Mother she was worried and woke up in a fright, Saying "Dear son, what have you done to bloody your clothes so?" I told my anxious Mother, I was bleeding at my nose. I called for me a candle to light myself to bed, I called for me a hankerchief to bind my aching head, Rolled and tumbled the whole night throught, as troubles was for me, Like flames of hell around my bed and in my eyes could see. They carried me down to Knoxville and put me in a cell, My friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bail, I'm here to waste my life away down in this dirty old jail, Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I loved so well.

Edgy DC Oct 15 2007 12:04 PM

Strange to switch to ABBA on the last stanza.

A Boy Named Seo Oct 15 2007 12:10 PM

]I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car It was right in front of this little bar Kind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn I think that's the place Hoops McCann and the Stork twins go to watch Cassandra rock the open mic night.

sharpie Oct 15 2007 12:41 PM

London Calling is more iconic, but this Clash song always gets me: London's burning! London's burning! All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white turn it on, face the new religion Everybody's sitting 'round watching television! London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999 I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights What a great traffic system - it's so bright I can't think of a better way to spend the night Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial 99999 Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat This one leads to this block, this one leads to that The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone London's burning with boredom now... London's burning dial 99999

RealityChuck Oct 15 2007 12:48 PM

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! Dance Reno: 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! Reno: 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! Dance Reno: 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. Reno: Take me back Angles: Take me back Reno: Oh, I wanna go back. Reno & Girls: To my dear old dirty dance TOWN!Angles Take me back. Reno: Take me back Angles: Take me back Reno: Oh, I wanna go back. Reno & Girls: To my dear old dirty dance TOWN!

SteveJRogers Oct 15 2007 02:57 PM

Going hardcore Irish here with the Wolfe Tones and The Streets of New York I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin With a fistfull of money and a cartload of dreams. "Take your time," said my father, "stop rushing like Hell, And remember all's not what it seems to be. For there's fellas who'd cut you for the coat on your back, Or that watch that you got from your mother. So take care, my young bucko, and mind yourself well. And would you give this wee note to my brother." At the time, Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn, And my father, the youngest, looked after the farm. Til a phone call from America said "Send the lad over." And my old fella said, "Sure, t'wouldn't do any harm. For I've spent my life working this dirty old ground For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound. And sure, maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see, And you can bring it back home, make it easier on me." So, I landed at Kennedy, and a big yellow taxi Carried me and my bags through the streets and the rain. Well, my poor heart was thumping around with excitement, And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying. We came in the Shore Parkway through the flatlands in Brooklyn, To my uncle's apartment on East 53rd. I was feeling so happy, I was humming a song, And I sang "You're as free as a bird." Well, to shorten the story, whatI found out that day Was that Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray. And while I was flying my wayto New York, Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue. Well, I called up my old fella, told him the news. I could tell he could hardly stand up in his shoes. And he wept as he told me go ahead with the plan, And not to forget, be a proud Irish man. So, I went up to Nellie's beside Fordham Road, And I started to learn about lifting my load. But the heaviest thing that I carried that year Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear. I went home that December cause my old fella died. I had to borrow the money from a fella on the side. And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide The poor, wasted face of my father. I sold off the old far yard for what it was worth, And into my bag stuck a handful of earth. Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane, And I found myself back in the U.S. again. It's been twenty-two years since I set foot in Dublin. My kids know to use the correct knife and fork. But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers, As I keep law and order in the streets of New York. Na na na na na Na na na na na Na na na na na na na...

Mendoza Line Oct 15 2007 03:58 PM

Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key - words by Woody Guthrie, music by Billy Bragg and Wilco, with Natalie Merchant doing background vocals I lived in a place called Okfuskee And I had a little girl in a holler tree I said, little girl, it's plain to see Ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me She said it's hard for me to see How one little boy got so ugly Yes my little girly that might be But there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key There ain't nobody that can sing like me We walked down by the Buckeye Creek To see the frog eat the goggle-eye bee To hear the west wind whistle to the east There ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Oh my little girly will you let me see Way over yonder where the wind blows free Nobody can see in our holler tree And there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key Ain't nobody that can sing like me Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree And laid it on the she and me, It stung lots worse than a hive of bees But there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Now I have walked a long long ways And I still look back to my Tanglewood days I've led lots of girls since then to stray Saying ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key Ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me

A Boy Named Seo Oct 15 2007 04:41 PM

Love that song. Nice one.

TheOldMole Oct 15 2007 05:02 PM

]Strange to switch to ABBA on the last stanza. Dancing Knoxville Queen?

Edgy DC Oct 15 2007 05:14 PM

I do believe you've laid a curse on... North America! A curse that we now here rehearse in... Philadelphia! A second flood, a simple famine Plagues of locusts everywhere Or a cataclysmic earthquake I'd accept with some despair But, no, you sent us Congress. Good God, sir, was that fair? I say it with humility in... Philadelphia! We're your responsibility in... Philadephia! If you don't want to see us hanging From some far-off British hill If you don't want the voice of independency Forever still Then God, sir, get thee to it For Congress never will You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve Not one damn thing do we solve Piddle, twiddle, and resolve Nothing's ever solved in Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy... Philadephia! They may sit here for years and years... in Philadelphia! These indecisive grenadiers of... Philadelphia! They can't agree on what is right and wrong Or what is good or bad; I'm convinced The only purpose this Congress ever had Was to gather here specifically To drive John Adams mad! You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve Not one damn thing do we solve Piddle, twiddle, and resolve Nothing's ever solved in Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy... Philadephia!

sharpie Oct 16 2007 08:05 AM

The Infidel Is In Me by Rasputina Am I the Infidel? I thought it was supposed to be someone else But now I see it's me I am my own worst enemy Just think of it How the sequence of the incidents was intricate So brilliant, yet illegitimate Not disastrously, but triumphantly When we met in a secret facility, I said (You remember what I said,) "It'll be easy for you to recognize me By the coils of concertina wire Surrounding my head in a shiny halo Of small, sharp blades." "There are people here that would do you great harm So please, just try to stay calm And I'll get you through this," You whispered And with that, my allegiance had shifted The betrayal The delusions My Quantico rejection The isolation, the breakdowns And mysterious injections Hey-ey oh ey, the Infidel is me Then it was I The lone futurist leading Scores of resistors armed with tridents But you're not there Why can't you come in from the cold? Why can't you come in from the cold To make an unlikely alliance with me? Why don't you come in from the cold? Why don't you come in from the cold To make an unlikely alliance with me? Hey-ey oh ey, Hey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey oh ey, the Infidel is me And in defiance of our alliance I say, go away and lick your wounds And if you get them really clean again You can dream away your dark dreams Hey-ey oh ey, Hey-ey-ey-ey Hey-ey oh ey, the Infidel is me

RealityChuck Oct 16 2007 10:14 AM

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble, Ancient footprints are everywhere. You can almost think that you're seein' double On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs. Got to hurry on back to my hotel room, Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece. She promised that she'd be right there with me When I paint my masterpiece. Oh, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum, Dodging lions and wastin' time. Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em, Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb. Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory, When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese. Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece. Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola. Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola! I left Rome and landed in Brussels, On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried. Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles, Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside. Newspapermen eating candy Had to be held down by big police. Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent When I paint my masterpiece.

sharpie Oct 16 2007 10:33 AM

Glad you posted that one, Chuck. I'll be in Rome next February so it has been going through my head a lot lately. There's that line "When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese" which is so difficult to fit the words in. Also, I like that the answer to when the narrator will paint his masterpiece is likely "never." Here's another one from Bob: I've seen love go by my door It's never been this close before Never been so easy or so slow. Been shooting in the dark too long When somethin's not right it's wrong Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Dragon clouds so high above I've only known careless love, It's always hit me from below. This time around it's more correct Right on target, so direct, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Purple clover, Queen Anne lace, Crimson hair across your face, You could make me cry if you don't know. Can't remember what I was thinkin' of You might be spoilin' me too much, love, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy, Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme, Blue river runnin' slow and lazy, I could stay with you forever And never realize the time. Situations have ended sad, Relationships have all been bad. Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud. But there's no way I can compare All those scenes to this affair, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doin', Stayin' far behind without you. Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm sayin', Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin' to. I'll look for you in old Honolulu, San Francisco, Ashtabula, Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know. But I'll see you in the sky above, In the tall grass, in the ones I love, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Mendoza Line Oct 16 2007 02:00 PM

Plenty of T's in this one... Willin' Little Feat I've been warped by the rain, driven by the snow Drunk and dirty, don't you know, and I'm still...willin'. And I was out on the road, late at night, Seen my pretty Alice, in every headlight...Alice. Dallas Alice. And I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tahachapi to Tournapaw. I've driven every kind of rig that's ever been made. Driven the backroads so I wouldn't get weighed. And if you give me... Weed, whites and wine. And you show me a sign. I'll be willin', to be movin' Kicked by the wind, dropped by the sleet, Had my head stove in, but I'm still on my feet, and I'm still, In a whole lot of trouble. Smuggled some smokes, some folks from Mexico, Baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico And I'm still... And I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tahachapi to Tournapaw. I've driven every kind of rig that's ever been made. Driven the backroads so I wouldn't get weighed. And if you give me... Weed, whites and wine. And you show me a sign. I'll be willin', to be movin'

Rockin' Doc Oct 16 2007 05:24 PM

That song always brings back memories of some long ago poker nights with my buddies.

Rockin' Doc Oct 20 2007 10:28 AM

This thread has been brought to a grinding halt for want of a song containing a town starting with the letter "U". The letters Q, U, X, Y, and Z are always problematic in these "alphabetical threads". If no one can come up with a song for the letter "U" soon, then I propose that we omit the aforementioned letters and carry on with the thread. Or we could simply let this thread and all other threads containing such alphabetic lists die away. Since posting is so slow at present, I would hope that we could carry some of these threads onward for a while.

SteveJRogers Oct 20 2007 05:29 PM

Well if you ever plan to motor west Just take my way that's the highway that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66 Well it winds from Chicago to L.A. More than 2000 miles all the way Get your kicks on Route 66 Well goes from St. Louie down to Missouri Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66 Well goes from St. Louie down to Missouri Oklahoma city looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California trip Get your kicks on Route 66