AKA Earworm Central. "Keptin! They put creaturesin our bodies!"--Chekov
If you're gonna have a folder about beer, you gotta have some tunes.
My life flows on in endless song
above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real, through far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the
strife I hear that music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul, how
can I keep from singing?
The guy at the urinal next to me was whistling the theme to "The Dating Game." So of course, I've got that stuck in my head.
You lucky guy.
So I got that going for me. Which is nice.
You know, I'm not sure I could identify the Dating Game song.
And surprisingly, I'm fine with that.
dah dah dah doop, dah, dah dah dah.
dah dah dah doop, dah dah dah dah.
dah dah, do dip di doo dee do
do di dip doo dee do daaaaaah!
buppa dip di dee doo.
<repeat endlessly>
Hush, you.
maybe he was trying to subconsciously tell you something, dude.
Thank Deity I couldn't pick out the tune from your description. Not having a TV in my youth finally pays off!
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.
Frosti, we need to have a talk about your tagline...
What would you prefer?
That's much better.
Now you need to do something about yours...
Sigh. So demanding.
You started with the demands...
Oh. So I did.
Right! Ah, well, carry on.
And, back to the lyrics.
Walking down Main Street
Getting to know the concrete
Looking for a purpose from a neon sign
I would meet you anywhere the western sun meets the air
We'll hit the road, never looking behind
Can you deny, there's nothing greater
Nothing more than the traveling hands of time?
Sainte Genevieve can hold back the water
But saints don't bother with a tear stained eye
Seeing traces of the scars that came before
Hitting the pavement still asking for more
When the hours don't move along,
Worn-out wood and familiar songs
To hear your voice is not enough
It's more than a shame
Can you deny, there's nothing greater
Nothing more than the traveling hands of time?
Sainte Genevieve can hold back the water
But saints don't bother with a tear stained eye
Like the man said, rode hard and put away wet
Throw away the bad news, and put it to rest
If learning is living, and the truth is a state of mind
You'll find it's better at the end of the line.
Can you deny, there's nothing greater
Nothing more than the traveling hands of time?
Sainte Genevieve can hold back the water
But saints don't bother with a tear stained eye.
Watch me jumpstart as the old skin is peeled
See an opening and bust into the field
Hidden longings no longer concealed
Watch me bulldoze every bulldozer away
Each new obstacle from each old new day
Where it's going it's hard for me to say
And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run through the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're pulling me back so I have to die
And watch me jumpstart at the first light of day
Each new sensation just blows me away
Don't look now, don't look now, I'm a phase
Straight from ground zero, X marks the spot
I can't pretend to be something I'm not
'Cause I'm a supernova erect and white hot
And shoot me down
And bring me down
But I won't be around
As you run through the places you love
I remember the faces that cry
And they're holding me back so I have to die
And watch me jumpstart I'm Maximum Jack
Shot through the cosmos like an alien attack
Film finished, fade into black.
Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone
No one but me can save myself, but it to late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye
<in other words, Not Fit for Human Companionship.>
Gloo-ooo-my! Hey Frosti, m'boy, throw a dollar in the juke on your way to the can and play Henry the VIIIth again, wouldja'?
Just don't play B-17, mister.
Well, now of course I have to see what it is - hey, somebody took out the tag! Well, curiousity prevails, guess I have to play it...
I`m Henry the eighth I am
 Henry the eighth I am, I am
 I got married to the widow next door
 She`s been married seven times before
 And every one was an Henry (Henry)
 She wouldn`t have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
 I`m her eighth old man, I`m Henry
 Henry the eighth I am
Second verse same as the first
I`m Henry the eighth I am
 Henry the eighth I am, I am
 I got married to the widow next door
 She`s been married seven times before
 And every one was an Henry (Henry)
 She wouldn`t have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
 I`m her eighth old man, I`m Henry
 Henry the eighth I am
------ lead guitar ------
I`m Henry the eighth I am
 Henry the eighth I am, I am
 I got married to the widow next door
 She`s been married seven times before
 And every one was an Henry (Henry)
 She wouldn`t have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
 I`m her eighth old man, I`m Henry
 Henry the eighth I am
H-E-N-R-Y
 Henry (Henry)
 Henry (Henry)
 Henry the eighth I am, I am
 Henry the eighth I am
Yeah!
Death can come from this broken heart
Or it can come from this bottle
So why prolong the agony
Hey, bartender, I think I'll hit the throttle
They say this drinkin' will kill me
I don't know, oh Lord, it might be true
If I stop I'll just die from your leavin'
So either way that I go, it's 'cause of you
I don't care how the preacher might preach me
About the evils of being drunk with wine
I don't care how the doctor might warn me
'Cause since you left, it's just a matter of time
I don't care that my friends have all left me
'Cause they swear that I have gone insane
And I don't care anymore about livin'
Without you, just the grave can ease the pain
Yeah, they say this drinkin' will kill me
I don't know, oh Lord, it might be true
If I stop I'll just die from your leavin'
So either way that I go, it's 'cause of you
Right now I'm a puppet in its sway.
And it may be the whiskey talking,
But the whiskey says I'll miss you every day.
So I'll taxi to an all night party,
Park me in a corner
In an old chair,
Sip my drink and stare out into space.
And now you're leaving New York
For no better place.
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
Ever since I was a tiny boy
I don't want no candy
I don't need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing 'til I got
Blisters on my hand because
When I get older they think I'm a fool
The teacher told me I should stay after school
She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands
But my licks was so hot
I made the teacher wanna dance
And that's why
Listen to this
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated
The boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum like it was the boss's head
Because
I can bang that drum
Hey, you wanna take a bang at it?
I can do this all day
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty handed armies, are all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
I met a non-dairy creamer
explicitly laid out like a fruitcake
with a wet spot
bigger than a great lake
took me to the new church
and baptized me with salt
she told me, "liquor"
I am a new man
hot freaks
this one is on the house
this one is better than ever
I walked into the house of miraculous recovery
and stood before king everything
and he asked me to join him in the red wing
took me to pie land
said, "i'm a thigh man"
I will be eternally hateful
hot freaks
hot freaks
hot freaks
this one is on the house
this one is better than ever
and this one is on the house
this one is better than ever
this one is on the house
this one is better than ever
</nice guy>
One thing I miss is Cold Ethyl and her skeleton kiss
We met last night making love by the refrigerator light
Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms
One thing
No lie
Ethyl's frigid as an eskimo pie
She's cool in bed
Well she oughta be 'cuz Ethyl's dead
Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms
Come on Cold Ethyl
Freeze me babe
One thing - it's true
Cold Ethyl I am stuck on you
And everything is my way
Ethyl don't have much to say
Ethyl Ethyl let me squeeze you in my arms
Ethyl Ethyl come and freeze me with your charms
Come here Cold Ethyl
What makes you so cold? Ooh so cold
Cold Ethyl
Cold Cold Ethyl
If I live 'til ninety-seven
You'll still be waiting in refrigerator heaven
'cuz you're cool
You're ice
Cold Ethyl
You're my paradise
Woo ah, mercy mercy me
Ah things ain't what they used to be, no no
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east
Woo mercy, mercy me, mercy father
Ah things ain't what they used to be, no no
Oil wasted on the ocean and upon our seas, fish full of mercury
Ah oh mercy, mercy me
Ah things ain't what they used to be, no no
Radiation under ground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying
Oh mercy, mercy me
Ah things ain't what they used to be
What about this overcrowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Oh, na na...
My sweet Lord... No
My Lord... My sweet Lord
- Marvin Gaye (The Ecology)
There was me and my monkey
And with his dungarees and roller blades
Smoking filter tips
Reclining in the passenger seat of my super charged jet black Chevrolet
He had the soft top down
He liked the wind in his face
He said "Son you ever been to Vegas?", I said "No!"
He said "That's where we're gonna go
You need a change of pace"
And when we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs
He said left his wallet in El Segondo and proceeded to take two grand of mine
We make tracks to the Mandalay Bay Hotel
Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my monkey as well
He looked in the passenger seat of my car
And with a smile he said
"If your monkey's got that kind of money, sir
Then we've got a monkey bed"
Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
I'm hoping my monkey don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like butch and the sundance kid
Trying to understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
We got the elevator, I hit the 33rd floor
We had a room up top with the paronama views like nothing you'd ever seen before
He went to sleep in the bidet
And when he awoke
He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages
Called up some escort services and ordered some okey doke
Forty minutes later there came a knock at the door
In walked this big bad ass baboom into my bedroom with three monkey whores
"Hi, my name is Sunshine, these are my girls
Lace my palm with silver baby and oh yeah
They'll rock your world"
So I watched pay per view and polished my shoes and my gun
Was diggin' on Kurt Cobain singing about lithium
There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine
"What's up?!? You'd better get your ass in here boy
Your monkey's having too much of a good time"
Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Me and my monkey
Don't point that gun at anyone
Me and my monkey
Like Billy the Kid
Trying go understand why he did what he did
Why he did what he did
Got tickets to see Sheena Easton
The monkey was high
Said it was a burning ambition to see her before he died
We left before encores he couldn't sit still
Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
We went to play blackjack kept hitting twenty three
Couldn't help but notice this Mexican just staring at me
Or was it my monkey I couldn't be sure
It's not like you'd never seen a monkey in rollerblades and dungarees before
Now don't test my patience cause we're not about to run
That's a bad ass monkey boy and he's packing a gun
"My name is Rodrigue!" he says with death in his eye
"I've been chasing you for long time amigos
And now your monkey's gonna die"
Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Now me and my monkey
We don't wanna kill no Mexican
But we've got ten itchy fingers one thing to declare
When the monkey is high
You do not stare, you do not stare
You do not stare
Looks like we've got ourselves a Mexican stand off here boy
And I ain't about to run
Put your gun down boy
How'd I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey anyhow
I love it! Sounds like Warren Zevon collaborated with Hunter S. Thompson again...
It's Robbie Williams, someone I've never heard of but P bought the album.
There's a brass section and the vocals are sort of ballad sounding. It's presented straight and serious, but the lyrics crack me up.
Steely Dan-esque, then. Do you dig the 'Dan?
I like Steely Dan. This is almost latin sounding, with the brass. Not exactly mariachi, but definitly influenced in that direction.
Funny, I thought WZ too.
Written by Robbie Williams and a G.Chambers.
We were probably thinking WZ because of:
Leave My Monkey Alone
Mzungu Arudi Ulaya Mwa Frika Apate Uhuru
(Whites go back to Europe Freedom for Africa)
Leave My Monkey Alone
Leave My Monkey Alone
Leave My Monkey Alone
Leave My Monkey Alone
Down in Kenya where the Masai roam
And the grass grows tall on the veldt
In our old colonial home
We drank our bitters while the empire fell
Leave My Monkey Alone
One day the Mau Mau came
All we had was lost
In our old colonial home
Under the Southern Cross
Leave My Monkey Alone
Down in Kenya where the Masai roam
And the grass grows tall on the veldt
In our old colonial home
We drank our bitters while the empire fell
Leave My Monkey Alone
the Mau Mau came in '52
The sun went down and we drew the drapes
In our old colonial home
We hid behind the Mau Mau gates
Leave My Monkey Alone
And:
Mr. Bad Example
I started as an altar boy working at the church
Learning all my holy moves doing some research
Which led me to a cash box labelled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change and tuck the bills inside my cumberbund
I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture and took it to Spokane
Auctioned off every last naugahyde divan
I'm very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy and I'm angry and I don't care who I cross
CHORUS
I'm, intruder in the dirt
I llike to have a good time and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred and go down in history
Of course I went to law school and got a law degree
And counselled all my clients to plead insanity
Then worked in hair replacement swindling the bald
Where very few are chosen, fewer still are called
Then on to Monte Carlo play chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute
Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
Fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads sipping Foster's in the shade
I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot
CHORUS
I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
Landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
See you in the next life, wake me up for meals
There was a guy
An underwater guy who controlled the sea
Got killed by 10,000,000 pounds of sludge
From New York and New Jersey
This monkey's gone to heaven
The creature in the sky
Got sucked in ahole
Now there's a hole in the sky
And the ground's not cold
And if the ground's not cold
Everything is gonna burn
We'll all take turns
I'll get mine, too
This monkey's gone to heaven
If man is 5, if man is 5, if man is five,
Then the devil is 6, the devil is 6, the devil is 6, the devil is 6
AND IF THE DEVIL IS SIX, THEN GOD IS SEVEN! God is 7! God is 7!
This monkey's gone to heaven
Come on come on come on come on
Come on is such a joy
Come on is such a joy
Come on take it easy
Come on take it easy.
Take it easy take it easy.
Everybody’s got something to hide except for me and my monkey.
The deeper you go the higher you fly.
The higher you fly the deeper you go.
So come on come on
Come on is such a joy
Come on is such a joy
Come on take it easy
Come on take it easy.
Take it easy take it easy.
Everybody’s got something to hide except for me and my monkey.
Your inside is out and your outside is in.
Your outside is in and your inside is out.
So come on come on
Come on is such a joy
Come on is such a joy
Come on take it easy
Come on take it easy.
Take it easy take it easy.
Everybody’s got something to hide except for me and my monkey.
I think I'm sophisticated
'cos I'm living my life a good homo sapiens.
But all around me ev'rybody's multiplying
And they're walking round like flies man:
So I'm no better than the animals
Sitting in the cages in the zoo man
'cos compared to the flowers and the birds
And the trees
I am an APEMAN.
I think I'm so educated and I'm so civilised
'cos strict vegetarian. And with the over population
And inflation and starvation crazy politicans.
I don't feel safe in this world
No more don't want to die in a nuclear war.
I want to sail away to a distant shore
And make like an APEMAN.
I'm an APEMAN
I'm an APE
APE MAN
Oh
I'm an APE MAN.
I'm a king-kong man
I'm a voodoo man
Oh
I'm a APE MAN.
'cos compared to the sun that sits in the sky
Compared to the clouds as they roll by
Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies
I am an APE MAN. La
la
la
la...
In man's evolution he has created
The cities and the motor traffic rumble
But give me half a chance and I'd be taking
Clothes and living in the jungle.
But the only time that I feel at ease
Swinging up and down in a coconut tree.
Oh
what alife of luxury to be like an APE MAN.
I'm an APE MAN
I'm an APE
APE MAN
Oh
I'm an APE MAN.
I'm a king-kong man
I'm a voodoo man
Oh
I'm a Ape MAN.
I look out of the window
but I can't see the sky
'cos air polution is a fogging up my eyes
I want to get out of this city alive
And make like an APE MAN.
Come and love me
be my APE MAN girl
And we'll be so happy in my APE MAN world.
I'm an APE MAN
I'm an APE
APE MAN
Oh
I'm an APE MAN.
I'm a king-kong man
I'm a voodoo man
Oh
I'm a APE MAN.
I'll be your Tarzan
you'll be my Jane
I'll keep you warm and you'll keep me sane
We'll sit in the trees and eat bananas
All day just like an APE MAN.
Is it me or do I sense a trend?
Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey here's how you feel
Put your left leg down your right leg up
Tilt your head back let's finish the cup
M. C. A. with the bottle D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn that's where I dwell
(repeat chorus)
Cause I drink it anytime and anyplace
When it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with the Monkey mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?"
I offered her a sip the girl she gave me lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip
(repeat chorus)
Step up to the bar put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry Martini thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar I smack you off your stool
I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp
And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record I got my advance
I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it
We got the bottle you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get ffffff
(repeat chorus)
bunch a' half-baked simians is all we all are.
Saint Stephen with a rose, in and out of the garden he goes,
Country garden in the wind and the rain,
Wherever he goes the people all complain.
Stephen prospered in his time, well he may and he may decline.
Did it matter, does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how.
Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell,
Hell halfway twixt now and then,
Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again.
Lady finger, dipped in moonlight, writing "What for?" across the morning sky.
Sunlight splatters, dawn with answer, darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye.
Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned.
Several seasons with their treasons,
Wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own.
Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye,
Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills,
One man gathers what another man spills.
Saint Stephen will remain, all he's lost he shall regain,
Seashore washed by the suds and foam,
Been here so long, he's got to calling it home.
Fortune comes a crawlin', calliope woman, spinnin' that curious sense of your own.
Can you answer? Yes I can. But what would be the answer to the answer man?
Dick's Picks vol 8 version.
One of my favorite Dead songs. Thanks, that one I don't mind as an ear-worm.
Yep, I like that one too.
It was the only way to rid myself of the dreaded Ring of Fire Earworm.
Love is a burning thing
and it makes a firery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...
I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.
The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..
I fell in to a burning ring of fire.....[etc]
There's a special place in hell for people like you, Frosti.