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Rockville, MD
Oct 1999
time: 00:33
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This one defined me 2 years ago.
The Tears of a Clown by: Smokey Robinson & The Miracles.
Now if there's a smile on my face,
it's only there tryin' to fool the public,
but when it comes down to foolin' you;
Now honey, that's quite a different subject.
But don't let my glad expression
give you the wrong impression.
Really I'm sad.
Oh, sadder than sad.
You're gone and I'm hurtin' so bad.
Like a clown I pretend to be glad.
(Chorus)
Now there's some sad things known to man,
but ain't too much sadder than
the tears of a clown
when there's no one around.
Oh yea, baby....
Now if I appear to be carefree,
it's only to camouflage my sadness.
In order to shield my pride I try
to cover this hurt with a show of gladness.
But don't let my show convince you
that I've been happy since you
decided to go.
Oh, I need you so.
I'm hurt and I want you to know
But for others I put on a show.
(Chorus)
There's some sad things known to man,
but ain't too much sadder than
the tears of a clown
when there's no one around.
Just like Pagliacci did,
I try to keep my suface hid.
Smiling in the public eye
But in my lonely room I cry
the tears of a clown
when there's no one around.
Oh yea baby,
Now if there's a smile on my face
Don't let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression.
Don't let this smile I wear
Make you think that I don't care
Really I'm sad
Hurtin' so bad......
(W. Robinson/H. Cosby/S. Wonder)
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Ramo
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Austin, Texas, USA
Oct 1999
time: 23:33
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Take a Walk on the Wild Side
Lou Reed
Holly came from Miami F.L.A.
hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
shaved her leg and then he was a she
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
Candy came from out on the island
in the backroom she was everybody's darling
But she never lost her head
even when she was given head
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
and the coloured girls go
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Doo)
Little Joe never once gave it away
everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York city is the place where they said
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I Said hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side
Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets
lookin' for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
you should have seen him go go go
They said, hey Sugar, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
all right, huh
Jackie is just speeding away
thought she was James Dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
valium would have helped that dash
She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
and the coloured girls say
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Doo)
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Bereta_Eder
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Children of Samarina
Demotic
You mwre children, sons of thieves (mountain fighters)
Children of Samarina, mwre poor children
Children of Samarina even if you’re stained
As you go mwre up to the mountains
As you go mwre up to the mountains
High in Samarina
Shot mwre do not throw
Shot mwre do not throw
Songs do not tell..
Lest my mother mwre hears them
Lest my mother mwre hears them
And my disfortunate sister
And lest they go out on the street mwre to see you
And lest they go out on the street mwre to see you
And come to ask you
Don’t say mwre that I was wounded
Don’t say mwre that I was wounded
Heavily to die…
Say mwre that I got married
Say mwre that I got married
That I got a good woman…
The stone I have mwre for stepmother
The stone I have mwre for stepmother
The black earth for woman…
And those mwre the mudrocks
For sisters and brothers
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Bereta_Eder
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Haroula Alexiou
Two lads from Aivali
Two lads from Aivali
Entered Balis’ place
Entered Balis’ place
Entered Balis’ place in company (together)
And they both the two had zevda! (heavy emotional pain in the heart!)
And they both the two had zevda
And they drunk two seas drinks
And they drunk two seas drinks
For a woman from Aivali beautiful
For a woman from Aivali beautiful
They were drinking and there were smoking and they were cursing love
They were drinking and there were smoking and they were cursing love
Two lads from Aivali
Entered Balis’ place
And they didn’t leave a glass on the shelf (they broke everything)
For the damage to the magazi (place restaurant tavern etc)
For the damage to the magazi
They gave to old Balis
They gave to old Balis
A load of silver and gold
A load of silver and gold
They were drinking and they were smoking and they were cursing love
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Bereta_Eder
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40 lads
demotic
Forty lads from Le, from Levadia
They go to step on the Tropo,
On the Tropolitsa
On the road as they went, an old man
Mwre an old man they meet
Joy and Health Old man
Welcome children , Welcome
Where are you going lads
Where are you going ore, ore children
We go to step on the Tropo
Mwre on the Tropolitsa
Come you too old man, to go for
To go for looting (fighting)
I cannot my children, because I’m ol
Because I’m old
Go over the shieling and the she
And the sheeps
And take my son the youn
Ore the youngest one
Who has feet of hare and partridge
And partridge wings
And who knows the paths bet
Better than everyone else
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Bereta_Eder
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Farewel Dear world
demotic
Farewell dear world
Farewell dear world
Farewell sweet life
Farewel sweet life
Farewell little springs, lowlands, mountains and cliffsides
Farewell little springs, lowlands, mountains and cliffsides
On dry land the fish does not live
On dry land the fish does not live
And neither does a blossom on the sandy beach
And neither does a blossom on the sandy beach
Farewell little springs, lowlands, mountains and cliffsides
Farewell little springs, lowlands, mountains and cliffsides
On dry land the fish doesnot live
On dry land the fish doesnot live
And neither does a blossom on the sandy beach
And neither does a blossom on the sandy beach
And the Souliotes women do not live
And the Souliotes women do not live
Without Freedom
Without Freedom
*referance to the collective suicide of a region in Greece as the Turks were approaching. They jumped to their deaths with their children from a cliffside singing and dancing.
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My little sea
island demotic
Sea, sea the seamen, my little sea
Sea, sea the seamen, my little sea
Do not seahit them
I drown for you I stay up all night
Rose water, rose water become, oh aman aman
Rose water, rose water become, oh aman aman
Their seapath to sprinkle
My little sea and bring back my little bird
To forget you, I can’t
Sea and salted water
Sea, sea where did you drown him and oh aman aman
Sea, sea where did you drown him and oh aman aman
The man of the lass
My little sea and bring back my little bird
And the lass, and the lass is young, my little sea
And the lass, and the lass is young, my little sea
And the black clothes do not suit her
My little sea and bring back my little bird
To forget you, I can’t
Sea and salted water
Sea, sea where did you drown him and oh aman aman
Sea, sea where did you drown him and oh aman aman
The man of the lass
Last edited by Bereta_Eder on 22-01-2004 at 00:58
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Black eyes black eyebrows
Rebetiko
Vamvakaris
Black eyes, black eyebrows, black curly hair
White face like a lily and a beauty spot on the cheek
White face like a lily and a beauty spot on the cheek
Black eyes, black eyebrows, black curly hair
My blackeyes for you, I’ve been driven crazy
I will die, I can’t stand it I have become a phthisical
I have pains hidden inside the leaves of the heart
With your magical eyes when, my light, you look at me
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Bereta_Eder
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Erotokritos
demotic (crete)
Have you heard my Aretoussa the sad news
Your lord has banished me to the paths of exile
And he exploded and he was slaughtered on his own pretext
When he heard of our marriage you told me to tell him
And such was his rage, so heavy it seemed to him
And my lord from his needles (pain) I suspect he’ll die
4 days alone he gave me to wait
And from there on to go in exile, to go far away
And how to tell you farewell how to part away
And how to live without you in this exile?
My end drows near and learn this my lady
That in foreign lands they buried me, my bones are there
I possess ( the knowledge) that your lord quickly he’ll marry you
A prince son, a lordchild, the likes of your (rank) he searches for
And neither can you resist to the wants of your parents
They defeat your knowledge and your appetite changes
One joy (favor) I want my lady and this I want alone
And after that, full of joy can my life end
The hour when you’ll become engaged and heavily you sigh
And when you as a bride adorn yourself and married you change
To tear up and to say “dear erotokritos,
What I’ve vowed you I forgot, you wanted it more, it is no longer”
And when in the love of another groom you give your worth
And he becomes houselord of your beauty
When he heartfully kiss you and carresses you
Remember one who for you he set forth to die
Remember how you wounded me and I have pain of death
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Bereta_Eder
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Macedonia world known
demotic (estimated: second balkan war 1912-1913)
Macedonia world known
Land of Alexander
You who’ve driven the barbarians away
And now you’re free
You are and you will always be Hellenic
The pride of Hellenes
We shall all support you
Proudly once more
The Macedonians cannot
Live enslaved
And even if they lose everything
Their pride remains
Your diamond crown
Let’s see you placing it on your head
So your glory shines
Macedonia
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Bereta_Eder
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40 Euzones
demotic (frontier)
Forty euzones (frontier soldiers) they’ve decided it
Forty euzones (frontier soldiers) they’ve decided it
To go to war, my Virgin Mary, to fight
To go to war, my Virgin Mary, to fight
On the path as they went on the black sea
On the path as they went on the black sea
Black tempest catches, my Virgin Mary, the sails tear apart
Black tempest catches, my Virgin Mary, the sails tear apart
Help my Virgin Mary for them to be saved
Help my Virgin Mary for them to be saved
And as many cressets as you have my Virgin Mary to make them silver
And as many cressets as you have my Virgin Mary to make them silver
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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Woodstock
Well I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him 'Tell me where are you going?'
This he told me
Said 'I'm going down to Yasgur's farm
Gonna join in a rock and roll band
Got to get back to the land to set my soul free
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well then can I walk beside you
I have come to lose the smog
And I feel as I'm a cog in something turning
And maybe it's the time of year
Yes and maybe it's the time of man
And I don't know who I am
But life is for learning
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devil's bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
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Teach Your Children
You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.
Counter Melody To Above Verse:
Can you hear and do you care and
Cant you see we must be free to
Teach your children what you believe in.
Make a world that we can live in.
Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
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Old Man
Old man, look at my life.
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man, look at my life.
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man, look at my life.
Twenty-four and there's so much more.
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.
Love lost; such a cost.
Give me things that don't get lost
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rollin' home to you.
Old man, take a look at my life.
I'm a lot like you.
I need someone to love me
The whole day through.
Ah, one look in my eyes
And you can tell that's true.
Lullbies; look in your eyes.
Run around the same old town.
Doesn't mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.
I've been first and last.
Look at how the time goes past,
But I'm all alone at last
Rollin' home to you.
Old man, take a look at my life.
I'm a lot like you.
I need someone to love me
The whole day through.
Ah, one look in my eyes
And you can tell that's true.
Old man, look at my life.
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man, look at my life.
I'm a lot like you were.
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Once upon a turn
Mantinades (cretan)
Xilouris
There was once upon a time, my eyes, and a turn
A beautiful lady, a lordwoman, me to rejoice you
A small- aged married blonde daughter
Her lord she anticipates, night and morning
A Saturday night, good one, a Sunday
The sun, the moon, good one, she pleads
My sun, throw light on his path, my moon
Go and talk to him for my sake
He goes around and he sails, good one, the large seas
The pirates he scythes (kills) good one, and he demolishes them
In sun, in moon and in rain
And me he leaves me alone and deserted
A galley opens wide, my eyes, into the south
In battle throws itself, my eyes, and in brawl
Inside a pirate crowd
Inside a pirate crowd
I saw fire flare up and murder
I saw a fire flare up and murder
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Kuro Siwo
Papakonstantinou
That first trip - a southern freight, by chance -
no sleep, malaria, difficult watches.
Strangely deceptive, the lights of the Indies -
they say you don't see them at a first glance.
Beyond Adam's bridge, you took on freight
in South China - soya, sacks by the thousand,
and couldn't get out of your mind for a second
what they'd told you in Athens one wasted night.
The tar gets under your nails, and burns;
the fish-oil stinks on your clothes for years,
and her words keep ringing still in your ears:
"Is it the ship or the compass that turns?"
You altered course when the weather turned,
but the sea bore a grudge and exacted its cost.
Tonight my two caged parrots were lost,
and the ape I'd had such trouble to train.
The ship! - it wipes out all our chances.
The Kuro Siwo crushed us under its heel,
but you're still watching, over the wheel,
how, point by point, the compass dances.
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SlowwHand
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of The Cooler
Sep 1999
time: 23:33
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Geronimo's Cadillac
Michael Martin Murphy
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Took Geronimo way down south where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth.
Sergeant, Sergeant can't you feel something's wrong with your automobile.
Warden, Warden listen to me be brave and set Geronimo free.
Governor, Governor, isn't it strange you never see your car on the Indian range.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
People, people didn't you know a prison is not no place to go.
Took Ole Geronimo by storm, tore all his feathers on his uniform.
Took his land and the won't give it back but they sent Geronimo a Cadillac.
Hey , boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Took Geronimo way down south where he couldn't look the gift horse in the mouth.
Sergeant, Sergeant don't you feel something's wrong with your automobile.
Jesus told me and I believe its true.
"Red mans in sunset too" Took his land and we won't give it back
and we sent Geronimo a Cadillac.
Say ah, hey, boys take me back I want to ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
(fade)
Hey, boys take me back I wanna ride in Geronimo's Cadillac.
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molly bloom
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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:33
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The Wife of the Soldier
What did the wife of the soldier get
From the ancient city of Prague?
From Prague she got the linen shirt
It matched her skirt did the linen shirt
That she got from the city of Prague
What did the wife of the soldier get
From Brussels the Belgian town?
From Brussels she got the delicate lace
Oh the charm and the grace of the delicate lace
That she got from the Belgian town
What did the wife of the soldier get
From Paris the City of Light?
From Paris she got the silken dress
Oh to possess the silken dress
That she got from the City of Light
What did the wife of the soldier get
From Libya's desert sands?
From Libya, the little charm
Around her arm she wore the charm
That she got from the desert sands
What did the wife of the soldier get
From Russia's distant steppes?
From Russia she got the widow's veil
And the end of the tale is the widow's veil
That she got from the distant steppes
Acknowledgements:Brecht/Scott
Transcribed by Garry Gillard.
Virgina Plain from the album:
Roxy Music (1972)
Lyrics/Music (Ferry)
Make me a deal and make it straight
All signed and sealed, I´ll take it
To Robert E. Lee I´ll show it
I hope and pray he don´t blow it ´cause
We´ve been around a long time, just try try try tryin´ to
Remake the big time...
Take me on a roller coaster
Take me for an airplane ride
Take me for a six days wonder but don´t you
Don´t you throw my pride aside, besides,
What´s real and make believe
Baby Jane´s in acapulco we are flyin´ down to rio
Throw me a line I´m sinking fast
Clutching at straws can´t make it
Havana sound we´re trying, hard edge the hipster jiving, oh oh,
Last picture shows down the drive-in
You´re so sheer you´re so chic
Teenage rebel of the week
Flavours of the mountain steamline
Midnight blue casino floors
Dance the cha-cha through till sunrise
Opens up exclusive doors, oh wow!
Just like flamingoes look the same
So me and you, just we two, got to search for something new
Far beyond the pale horizon
Some place near the desert strand
Where my Studebaker takes me,
That´s where I´ll make my stand, but wait-
Can´t you see that Holzer mane?
What´s her name? Virginia Plain!
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Olaria Olala!
Dionisis Savopoulos
Olaria Olala snow falls from up high
Snow falls and covers our yard, my mind flutters away
Snow falls and covers our roof and our sick dog soulbleeds
Olaria Olala black drum bangs
The kids who love toy soldiers, little horses and wooden swords
They've turned vampires in those verses, come inside and talk more softly
Olaria Olala bite me deeper
Ah, Oliver Twist smiles and Hitler carresses his hair
He wears him a diamond ring and they fly in eachothers arms far away
Olaria Olala with souravlia and violins
We will all find ourselves together, all the old company will be there
And we will drink from the same glass even the most bitter drop
Olaria Olala the kids all around
Marcise de Sant with a hippie, the killer with the victim in embrace
The secretary with the punk and the virgin with satan
Everyting is far away and happy
And the snow falls from up high
The couples swirl a bit further
And my girlfriend shines from happiness.
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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:33
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Waters Ethel -
My Handy Man
Whoever said a good man was hard to find,
Postively, absolutely sure was blind;
I found the best that ever was,
Here's just some of the things he does:
He shakes my ashes, greases my griddle,
Churns my butter, strokes my fiddle;
My man is such a handy man!
He threads my needle, creams my wheat,
Heats my heater, chops my meat;
My man is such a handy man!
Don't care if you believe or not,
He sure is good to have around;
Why, when my furnace gets too hot,
He's right there to turn my damper down!
For everything he's got a scheme;
You ought to see his new starter that he uses on my machine;
My man is such a handy man!
He flaps my flapjacks, cleans off the table, He feeds the horses in my stable; My man is such a handy man!
He's God's gift!
Sometimes he's up long before dawn,
Busy trimming the rough edges off my lawn;
Oooh, you can't get away from it! He's such a handy man!
Never has a single thing to say,
While he's working hard;
I wish that you could see the way
He handles my front yard!
My ice don't get a chance to melt away,
He sees that I get that old fresh piece every day;
Lord, that man sure is such a handy man!
sung by Alberta Hunter on 'Amtrak Blues'.
Patti Smith: Album- Horses
Song:
Land of a Thousand Dances
La Mer (de)
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi
There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes
Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land
(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea
(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key
(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.
(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee
(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame
(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat
(the spoon)
And let it deep in
(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire
I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area
(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died
(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)
(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the land
looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers
(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,
(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first
(his vocal chords shot up)
(possibility)
(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate
(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter
In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song
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molly bloom
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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:33
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Iris Dement- Infamous Angel
Our Town
Chorus:
And ya know the sun's settin' fast
And just like they say, nothing good ever lasts
Go on now and kiss it goodbye
But hold onto your lover 'cause your heart's bound to die
Go on now and say goodbye to our town, to our town
Can't you see the sun's settin' down on our town, on our town
Goodnight
Up the street by that red neon light
That's where I met my baby on one hot summer night
He was the ‘tender and I ordered a beer
It's been forty years, and I'm still sitting here
Chorus
It's here I had my babies and I had my first kiss
I've walked down Main Street in the cold morning mist
Over there is where I bought my first car
It turned over once but then it never went far
Chorus
I've buried my Ma and I've buried my Pa
They sleep up the street beside that pretty brick wall
I bring 'em flowers about ev’ryday
But I just gotta cry when I think what they'd say
Chorus
If they could see how the sun's setting fast ...
Now I sit on the porch and watch the lightnin' bugs fly
But I can't see too good, I got tears in my eyes
I'm leavin' tomorrow but I don't wanna go
I love you, my town, you'll always live in my soul
But I can see the sun's settin' fast
And just like they say, nothing good ever lasts
Go on, I gotta kiss you goodbye
But I'll hold onto my lover 'cause my heart's 'bout to die
Go on now and say goodbye to my town, to my town
I can see the sun has gone down on my town, on my town
Goodnight, Goodnight
One Hour Mama
(Ida Cox). This is from Collector's Classics LP CC56, from a session recorded by Ida Cox and her All Star Band in New York on 31 October 1939. Her All Stars included a.o. Hot Lips Page on trumpet and James P. Johnson at the piano.
I've always heard that haste makes waste
So I believe in takin' my time
The highest mountain can't be raced
It's something you must slowly climb
I want a slow and easy man
He needn't ever take the lead
Cause I work on that long-time plan
And I ain't a-lookin' for no speed
I'm a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me
Set your alarm clock papa
One hour, that's proper
Then love me like I like to be
I don't want no lame excuses
'Bout my lovin' bein' so good
That you couldn't wait no longer
Now I hope I'm understood
I'm a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me
I can't stand no greenhorn lover
Like a rookie goin' to war
With a load of big artillery
But don't know what it's for
He's got to bring me a reference
With a great long pedigree
And must prove he's got endurance
Or he don't mean that to me
I don't like no crowin' rooster
What just kicks a lick or two
Action is the only booster
Of just what my man can do
I don't want no imitation
My requirements ain't no joke
Cause I've got pure indignation
For a guy what's lost his stroke
I'm a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me
Set your alarm clock papa
One hour, that's proper
Then love me like I like to be
I may want love for one hour
Then decide to make it two
Takes an hour before I get started
Maybe three 'fore I'm through
I'm a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain't the kind of man for me
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molly bloom
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Lundenwic
Oct 2001
time: 15:33
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I Am a Town
I'm a town in Carolina, I'm a detour on a ride
For a 'phone call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side
I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five
I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind
I am peaches in September, and corn from a roadside stall
I'm the language of the natives, I'm a cadence and a drawl
I'm the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade,
Where the boys have left their beer cans
I am weeds between the graves.
My porches sag and lean with old black men and children
Their sleep is filled with dreams, I never can fulfil them
I am a town.
I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name
I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age; I am not your destination
I am clinging to my ways
I am a town.
I'm a town in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields
I'm an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels
I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and "Southern Serves the South"
I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign, on the rural route
I am a town
I am a town
I am a town
Southbound.
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Fighting for Strangers
What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers
When you could be safe at home free from all dangers?
A recruiting sergeant came our way
To an inn nearby at the close of day
He said, 'Young Johnny you're a fine young man
Would you like to march along behind a military band,
With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat,
And a musket at your shoulder?',
The shilling he took and he kissed the book,
Oh poor Johnny what will happen to ya?
The recruiting sergeant marched away
From the inn nearby at the break of day,
Johnny went too with half a ring
He was off to be a soldier he'd be fighting for the King
In a far off war in a far off land
To face a foreign soldier,
But how will you fare when there's lead in the air,
Oh poor Johnny what'll happen to ya?
What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers
When you could be safe at home free from all dangers?
The sun shone hot on a barren land
As a thin red line took a military stand,
There was sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too,
Swords and bayonets thrusting through,
Poor Johnny fell but the day was won
And the King is grateful to you
But your soldiering's done and they're sending you home,
Oh poor Johnny what have they done to ya?
They said he was a hero and not to grieve
Over two wooden pegs and empty sleeves,
They carried him home and set him down
With a military pension and a medal from the crown.
You haven't an arm and you haven't a leg,
The enemy nearly slew you,
You'll have to go out on the streets to beg,
Oh poor Johnny what have they done to ya?
What makes you go abroad fighting for strangers
When you could be safe at home free from all dangers?
Steeleye Span
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