Oh, I "got it" alright, but decided not to give you the pleasure of my "usual". Don't worry though, you certainly haven't lost your touch. As the kids say, it's "sweeeeet"!
posted on January 4, 2004 08:06:53 PM new
Sheesh,,,,,just SING yer little pea pickin' hearts out an ferget about all this animosity stuff......this was meant ta be a Good hearted thread and let it be just that, Go fight somewheres else,,,,meantimes,,,,,,,Sing!!!!!! for yer Supper,,,,,,,,,,,,,,And you'll get dinner....Listen while I plllllllaaaaaaaa,,,,,,aaaaaaa,,,,,,,aaaaaaaaa,,,,,,,,,,,,,My Green Tamborine,,,,,,,........
Hit it!!!!!! singers!!!!!We need these Breaks, Ya should,a done this up stairs,,,,,, That's where the Action is,,,,OH Baby Come on,,,Let me take ya where the action is,,,,,,,,Oh, Baby Come on,,,,,,,It's so neat ta meet yer Baby where the Action is,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
posted on January 4, 2004 08:26:40 PM new
JACK'S SONG
And the Beat Goes On
The beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
Charleston was once the rage, uh huh.
History has turned the page, uh huh.
The miniskirt's the current thing, uh huh.
Tennybopper si our newborn king, uh huh.
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
The grocery store's the supermart, uh huh.
Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh.
And men still keep on marching off to war.
Electrically they keep a baseball score.
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss.
The cars keep going faster all the time.
Bums still cry 'Hey buddy, have you got a dime?'
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
[ edited by Helenjw on Jan 4, 2004 08:35 PM ]
posted on January 4, 2004 08:36:49 PM new
Poundin' Beatin'.......It's all the same.......Up at 5:30 a.m........and home from the Swap at 7..........and the beat goes on,,,,,,,,,,,,hahahahha,,,,,,,,,and the beat goes on,,,,,,,I'll fix that asap.........
posted on January 4, 2004 08:39:43 PM new
I knew I'd be in trouble!!...
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in her hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
She was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get herself a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London
If you hear her howling around your kitchen door
Better not let her in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London
She's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately she's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from her
She'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet her tailor
Werewolves of London
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the...
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the...
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
Her hair was perfect
Werewolves of London
Draw blood
posted on January 4, 2004 08:46:26 PM new
The song is,,,,un timely,,,,,,,and the Beat goes on,,,,,,,,,and the beat goes on,,,,,,Hey buddy can ya spare a buck,,,,,,,
posted on January 4, 2004 08:53:24 PM new
Janis Joplin
Bobby Mcgee
Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waitin' for a train
And I's Feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon
Out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I wass holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee
From the kentucky coal mine
To the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather
Through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows
For a single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, Mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby Mcgee
La da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da Bobby Mcgee, yeah
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da Bobby Mcgee, yeah
La da La la da da la da da la da da
La da da da da da da da da
Hey,my Bobby, oh, my Bobby Mcgee, yeah
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Hey, my Bobby, oh, my Bobby Mcgee, yeah
Well, I call him my lover
call him my man
I said I call him my lover did the best I can, c'mon
Hey now Bobby now
hey now Bobby Mcgee, yeah
posted on January 4, 2004 09:11:37 PM new
We chased lady luck till we finally struck - Bonanza
With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope
We planted our family tree
We got ahold of a potful of gold - Bonanza
With a horse and a saddle and a rig full of cattle
How rich can a fella be?
On this land we put our brand
Cartwright is the name
Fortune smiled the day we filed
The Ponderosa claim
Here in the west we're livin' in the best - Bonanza
If anyone fights any one of us
He's gonna fight with me
Hoss and Joe and Adam know
Every rock and pine
No one works, fights, or eats
Like those boys of mine
Here we stand in the middle of a grand - Bonanza
With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope
We planted our family tree
We got ahold of a potful of gold - Bonanza
With a houseful of friends where the rainbow ends
How rich can a fella be?
On this land we put our brand
Cartwright is the name
Fortune smiled the day we filed
The Ponderosa claim
Here in the west we're livin' in the best - Bonanza
With the friendliest, fightenist, lovingest band
That ever set foot in the promised land
And we're happier than them all
That's why we call it - Bonanza
posted on January 4, 2004 10:13:44 PM new
Just The Way You Are
Music & Lyrics : Billy Joel
Don't go changing, to try and please me
You never let me down before
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore
I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are
Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care
I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.
I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you.
I said I love you and that's forever
And this I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.
posted on January 4, 2004 10:46:39 PM new
Well, this thread sure has blown up into a free-for-all of sillyness..........and I love it. Reminds me of the good ole days.
I don't know what's come over me but suddenly I feel like listening to some Patsy Cline. She sure has a sexy voice. Call me crazy.
Crazy, Written by Willie Nelson, Also performed by Patsy Cline
Crazy
Crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy
Crazy for feeling so blue
I knew
You'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday
You'd leave me for somebody new
Worry
Why do I let myself worry
Wond'rin'
What in the world did I do
Crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for tryin'
Crazy for cryin'
And I'm crazy
For lovin' you
posted on January 4, 2004 10:52:42 PM new
THE FATHER OF THE BOY NAMED SUE
[Silverstein's speaking voice:] ”Okay… now years ago, I wrote a song named “A Boy Named Sue”, and that was okay and everything, except then I started to think about it, and I thought, “It is unfair. I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid’s point of view. And as I get more older and more fatherly, I begin to look at things from an old man’s point of view. So… I decided to give the old man equal time. Okay. Here we go.”
Yeah, I lef’ home when the kid was three.
It sure felt good to be fancy free
Tho I knew it wasn’t quite the fatherly thing to do.
But that kid kept screamin’ and throwin’ up
And pissin’ in his pants til I had enough
So just for revenge I went and named him Sue.
It was Gatlinberg in mid July
I was gettin' drunk but gettin' by
Gettin' old and going from bad to worse
When thru the door with an awful scream
Comes the ugliest queen I’ve ever seen
He says my name is Sue. How do you do?
Then he hits me with his purse.
Now this ain’t the way he tells the tale
But he scratched my face with his fingernails
And then he bit my thumb
and kicked me with his high-heeled shoe.
So I hit him in the nose, and he started to cry
And he threw some perfume in my eye
And it sure ain’t easy fightin with a boy named Sue.
So I hit him in the head with a caned-back chair
And he screamed, “Hey Dad, you mussed my hair!”
And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint.
He was spittin' blood. I was spittin teeth.
And we crashed through the wall and out into the street
A-kickin and gougin' in the mud and the blood and the crème de menth.
Then out of his garter he pulls a gun.
I’m about to get shot by my very own son.
He’s screamin' about Sigmond Freud and lookin' grim.
So I thought fast and I told him some stuff
How I named him Sue just to make him tough.
And I guess he bought it, cuz now I’m livin' with him.
Yeah, he cooks and sews and cleans up the place.
He cuts my hair and shaves my face.
And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do.
And on the nights that I can’t score,
Well, I can’t tell you anymore.
Sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue.
Yeah, a son is fun,
But it’s a joy to have a boy named Sue.
posted on January 4, 2004 10:56:15 PM new
Mad Tom of Bedlam
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
Chorus
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys Bedlam boys are bonnie, For they all go bare and they live by the air And they want no drink nor money
I went down to Satan's kitchen
For to get me food one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning
>Chorus
Me staff has murdered giants
And me bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs
With which to feed the fairies
>Chorus
This spirit's white as lightning
Would on me travels guide me
The moon would shake and the stars would quake
When ever they espied me
>Chorus
And when that I have murdered
The man in the moon to a powder
His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake
And there'll howl no demon louder
>Chorus
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand years I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
>Chorus
Censorship, like charity, should begin at home; but unlike charity, it should end there --Clare Booth Luce
posted on January 5, 2004 06:02:25 PM new
GOODNIGHT, LITTLE HOUSEPLANT Shel Silverstein
Goodnight, little houseplant
Little house plant, good night.
Here's your glass of water.
Should I leave on the light?
Tomorrow in the morning
For breakfast we two
We'll have ham and eggs for me
And nitrogen for you.
Goodnight, little houseplant...
Tucked in your clay pot.
Be careful you don't catch
Huntington's Rot.
Remember, little houseplant
Stay away from those bees.
I've heard they may carry
A social disease.
Goodnight, little houseplant
Asleep on the sill.
I'll pull the shades
So you don't catch a chill.
Tomorrow we'll talk
Of the things that we did.
I love you, little house plant
Who needs women or kids.
posted on January 5, 2004 06:44:46 PM new
I Hear America Singing
CHORUS:
I hear America singing
Lifting her voices so sweet and so strong
Like the waves in the wind
Rollin' out, rollin' in
I hear America singing her song
I hear America's song.
The lonesome young cowboy
He sits in his pickup
And sings to his beat up guitar
'Bout truckers and trains and wrecks in the rain
And ladies with cold cheatin' hearts.
And the blushing young bride
Sings Drink With Thine Eyes
And I will pledge with mine
While the crowd in the backroom with tears in their eyes
Harmonize to Old Lang Syne.
CHORUS
The children all laugh
As the Teensy Weensy Spider goes up the spout again
While out on the stage that wild-haired rocker
Sings Lord Won't You Buy Me a Mercedes Benz
And it's Take Me Out To The Ball Game,
And it's Oh Say Can You See
While The Salvation Army Band beats on their drums
Singin' Nearer My God To Thee.
CHORUS
On a dark Jersey street corner under the light
The Boys sing Shboom Shboom
And a million sweet mammas are hummin' tonight
A Rock A Bye Lullaby Tune
And the marchin' platoon sounds off down the highway
Jody Was Here When You Left Your Right
And This Land Is Your Land, This Land is My Land
Rings out through the still of the night.
CHORUS
So Wake Up Wake Up Little Susie
Three Cheers For The Red White and Blue
I'm Goin' To Chicago Babe, Sorry I Can't Take You
You Can Row Row Row Your Boat, Gently Down the Stream
And Let That Midnight Special, Shine Its Ever-Lovin' Light On Me
'Cause I've Been Workin' On the Railroad, All the Live Long Day
So You'd Be the Proudest Lady in the Easter Parade
On the East Side West Side All Around the Town
Like that Bridge Over Troubled Waters I'm Gonna Lay Me Down.
posted on January 5, 2004 07:11:37 PM new
On the cover of the Rolling Stone.
Rolling Stone...
Wanna see my picture on the cover.
Stone...
Wanna buy five copies for my Mother.
Stone...
Wanna see my smiling face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone.
I got a freaky old lady
Named Cocaine Katy
Who embroiders all my jeans.
Got my poor old grey-haired daddy
Drivin’ my limousine.
It’s all designed to blow our minds,
But our minds won’t really get blown
Like the blow that’ll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone.
We gotta lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say.
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who’s teaching us a better way.
We got all the friends that money can buy,
So we never have to be alone.
And we keep getting richer,
But we can’t get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone.
posted on January 5, 2004 07:12:52 PM new
jackswebb- "Unchained Melody" is one of the greatest songs ever written. It was originally performed by Al Hibbler and covered by the Righteous Brothers(may Bobby Hatfield rest in peace). I will try to post the lyrics unless someone can do it more easily. BTW- it is one of the few songs which does not have the title in the lyrics.
posted on January 5, 2004 08:21:52 PM new
Nov.1968,,,,,,,There was a HUGE gathering of people at a dining room.....hmmmmm,,,,2000? Can't really remember,,Men ,,,,,,Women,,,,Nurses,,,somewhere around there,,,,,The Navy,,,,Some Sailors had put together a Band,,,,,,ALL the fixins,,,,guitars,,,,drums,,,,,mics,,,,sound system to the MAX, They had it ALL,,,,,,,,,Myself and Another Marine CRASHED this Party,,,,,,,,,It was really the Navies Largest Messhall in Quang Tri Providence, Seabees,,,,,,Builders!,,,,,Someone in the crowd yells out a request,,,,,"THE HOUSE OF THE RISIN' SUN"....The lead singer,,Navy,,,,He just,,,,,,don't know it,,,,,Tried,,,,,,This young Marine at a table next to a SAILOR says,,,,I can do that song,,,,,HE,,,Marine,,,,,You ain't got a hair on yer ass to get up there,,,,,,,2000 people??? JUMP!!!!!!!! AH,,,, 1,2,3, There is a house,,,,,, in Vietnam,,,,They call,,,,,, the house of whores,,,,,,,and it's been the ruin,,of many a poor boy,,,,,,in the HOUSE of the Risin' sun,,,,, and I did the whole song with my ad libbed lines,,,Vodka and Orange juice,,,It was NASTY!!!!!! hahahaha, IT was a NASTY WAR.......RED faced Nurses and the BRASS!!!!!!!!! Next day a Seabee came to my compound and gave the recording to a Marine,,
pass this on to that Jar head from last night,,,,,,I lost it in the confusion of that place,,,,,,,,,,I WISH I had that recording to this day,,,,,,,This Jar head brought the house down,,,,,,,,Applause to the MAX!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!! I drifted back into obsqirity.......My three minutes of fame,,,,,hahahahaha,,,,,,,,
God Bless ALL those over 50 Soldiers,,,,Airmen,,,Marines,,,,,,and Sailors,,,,Hoooooooooorahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
God Bless the FREE and the BRAVE........
Back to MUSIC.......Sing it OUT!!!!!!!! Loud and CLEAR!
