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?
One more to terry for agreeing with me.
Currently playing, as covered by Aimee Mann on the Magnolia soundtrack:
One is the lonliest number
That you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the lonliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know
Cause one is the loneliest that you'll ever know
One is the loneliest number even worse than two.
It's just no good anymore
Since you went away
Now I spend my time just makin' rhymes of yesterday
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
Since you went away
Since you went away
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
Since you went away
It's just no good anymore
Since you went away
Now I spend my time just makin' rhymes of yesterday
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number since you went away...
Never been to Spain
- Three Dog Night
Well I never been to Spain
But I kinda like the music
Say the ladies are insane there
And they sure know how to use it
The don't abuse it
Never gonna lose it
I can't refuse it
Well I never been to England
But I kinda like the Beatles
Well, I headed for Las Vegas
Only made it out to Needles
Can you feel it
It must be real it
Feels so good
Oh, feels so good
Well I never been to heaven
But I been to Oklahoma
Well they tell me I was born there
But I really don't remember
In Oklahoma, not Arizona
What does it matter
What does it matter
Well I never been to Spain
But I kinda like the music
Say the ladies are insane there
And they sure know how to use it
They don't abuse it
Never gonna lose it
I can't refuse it
Well I never been to heaven
But I been to Oklahoma
Well they tell me I was born there
But I really don't remember
In Oklahoma, not Arizona
What does it matter
What does it matter
heh. I like that song.
Now that I've met you
would you object to
never seeing each other again
cause I can't afford to
climb aboard you
no one's got that much ego to spend
So don't work your stuff
because I've got troubles enough
no, don't pick on me
when one act of kindness could be
deathly
deathly
deathly
definitely
Cause I'm just a problem
for you to solve and
watch dissolve in the heat of your charm
but what will you do when
you run it through and
you can't get me back on the farm
So don't work your stuff
because I've got troubles enough
no, don't pick on me
when one act of kindness could be
deathly
deathly
deathly
definitely
You're on your honor
cause I'm a goner
and you haven't even begun
so do me a favor
if I should waver
be my savior
and get out the gun
Just don't work your stuff
because I've got troubles enough
no, don't pick on me
when one act of kindness could be
deathly
deathly
deathly
definitely
cause I can't afford to
climb aboard you
Heh.
Perv.
So, amie - your tag line says, "you and me in a crazy Volvo"? Hee.
Hee, very very close.
It means, literally, you turn me crazy.
I can’t stop
The way I feel
Things you do
Don’t seem real
Tell you what I got in mind
’cause we’re runnin’ out of time
Won’t you ever set me free?
This waitin’ ’rounds killin’ me
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can’t help myself
I can’t get
Any rest
People say
I’m obsessed
Everything that’s serious lasts
But to me there’s no surprise
What I have, I knew was true
Things go wrong, they always do
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can’t help myself
I won’t make it,
On my own
No on likes,
To be alone
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can’t help myself
Uh huh huh
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can’t help myself
Uh huh huh
She drives me crazy
Like no one else
She drives me crazy
And I can’t help myself
I like that song.
Almost ashamed to admit that I still do too.
Fine Young Cannibals! I still kinda like the cover of Suspicious Mindsthey did on that album.
Also, I have She drives me crazyas sung by Kermit (with commentary by Ms. Piggy) somewhere on CD. I need help.
Hee!
Netflix is sending the first Muppet movie for C, even as we speak. I hope she likes it.
Yes, my friend, you have carried quirky music collections to new extremes, Deity love ya'.
Muppets are classic films. I'm sure C will be captivated.
Speaking of films, I picked up Robin Williams and Cuba Gooding Jr. in "What Dreams May Come" at a animal shelter benefit sale. I've always meant to see it, now I own it! Any feedback?
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
(instrumental break)
Stars shining up above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Yes, dream a little dream of me
ah-HAH!!! found you guys.
Was it tough? :)
Welcome JenB!
Hiya jenb!
jenb's here! Quick, hide!!
Oh, and What Dreams May Come. Is that the one where Robin Williams's (spoilers ahead) wife dies and he gets into heaven somehow to visit her? If so, I couldn't stand that movie. How's that for feedback?
Great feedback. It might not be the movie you're talking about, but if it is, it sucked. Thanks, Dude!
So, when are we going to watch "Where the buffalo roam", or have you already watched it?
As a general rule, I don't see movies in which I'm expected to take Robin Williams seriously.
good call, amie.
<thumps Frosti on head, just 'cause>
Where the Buffalo Roam is still sitting on my kitchen counter, unwatched. I don't know if we'll get much opportunity to watch it before our London trip. The Hunt starts Saturday, and after that we'll prolly be spending a lot of time getting ready to travel.
Yay! I'm sure he deserved that.
HeY!
<scurries out of arm's reach>
<grabs amie by the hand and flees the thread!>
<giggling and laughing!>
Hee!
Sheesh, jen's in here 2 minutes and causing trouble already.
<drags Jen and amie back by an ankle each> Want to apply any discipline?
Jeez, I had forgotten that I'm soon to lose all contact with Frosti as he becomes a zombie looking for a little medallion. Good luck with that, pal o'mine! Hee.
Not allcontact. Just most of it.
Or, I could dust off the thinking cap, bundle up in my best artic survival wear, and prepare my lazy ass to join you in your obsessive quest.
That sounds like a better plan.
Well, I had just got out from the county prison
Doin' ninety days for non-support
Tried to find me an executive position
But no matter how smooth I talked
They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was a genius
The man say, We got all that we can use.
Now I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Working at the car wash blues
Well, I should be sittin' in an air conditioned office in a swivel chair
Talkin' some trash to the secretaries
Sayin', Here, now mam-ma, come on over here.
Instead, I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag
And walkin' home in soggy old shoes
With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues
You know a man of my ability
He should be smokin' on a big cigar
But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait
In my rubber suit a-rubbin' these cars
Well, all I can do is a shake my head
You might not believe that it's true
For workin' at this end of Niagara Falls
Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes
So baby, don't expect to see me
With no double martini in any high-brow society news
Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues
Yeah, I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Workin' at the car wash blues
No fair! You beat me to the lyrics. Heh.
Snooze, you lose.
:)
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train,
Feeling nearly faded as my jeans,
Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained,
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was blowin’ sad while Bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin’ time, Bobby clappin’ hands,
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to do.
Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free.
Feelin’ good was easy lord, when bobby sang the blues.
Feelin’ good was good enough for me, good enough for me and bobby mcgee.
From the coal mines of kentucky to the california sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standing right beside me, lord, in everything I done,
Bobby’s body kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, lord, I let her slip away,
Lookin’ for that home, I hope she finds,
And I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holding Bobby’s body close to mine.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.
Nothin’ was all she left for me.
Feelin’ good was easy lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin’ good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to do.
Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free.
Feelin’ good was easy lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin’ good was good enough for me, good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
God I love that song.
It doesn't suck.
<grin>
Which version are you partial to, Janis, or the Dead, or someone else?
Janis actually.
Altho I like the Dead version. Just not the Kristopherson one.
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride,
With sword and pistol by my side.
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five:
But I am still alive.
I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide.
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico.
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow.
And when the yards broke off, they said that I got killed:
But I am living still.
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide;
Where steel and water did collide.
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado,
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below.
They buried me in that gray tomb that knows no sound:
But I am still around.
I'll always be around,.
And around and around and around and around.
I fly a starship across the Universe divide.
And when I reach the other side,
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can.
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again.
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain;
But I will remain.
And I'll be back again,
And again and again and again and again.
Didja know Kris wrote Sunday Morning Coming Down? Johnny made it famous, but...
Yes, I know. I stil don't wanna hear him sing it.
I agree. Fabulous writer - just doesn't appeal to me vocally much. And then there was the whole "Star is Born" trauma...
some people say a man is made outta mud
a poor man's made outta muscle and blood
muscle and blood and skin and bones
a mind that's weak and a back that's strong
you load sixteen tons, what do you get?
another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
and the straw boss said "well, bless my soul"
you load sixteen tons, what do you get?
another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' it was drizzlin' rain
fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
can't no high-toned woman make me walk the line
you load sixteen tons, what do you get?
another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
if you see me comin' better step aside
a lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
one fist of iron, the other of steel
if the right one don't get you, then the left one will
you load sixteen tons, what do you get?
another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
Nice, Jen! Mom had that on a 45 RPM when I was growing up. Ernest Tubb, isn't it? I always liked it. Reminds me of another one...
Hell no. Tennessee Ernie Ford.
Big Bad John
by Tennessee Ernie Ford
Big John
Big John
Every morning at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
Everybody knew you didn't give no lip to Big John
Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John
Nobody seemed to know where John called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't say much, kinda quiet and shy
If ya spoke at all, ya just said hi to Big John
Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight o'er a cajun queen
And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Lousianna fella to the promised land, Big John
Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John
Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought they'd breathed their last, 'cept John
Through the dust and the smoke of this man-made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed the saggin' timber and gave out with a groan
And like a giant oak tree, just stood there alone, Big John
Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John
And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out, there's a light up above
And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave
now there's only one left down there to save, Big John
With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
As smoke and gas belched outta the mine
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big John
Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John
Now, they never re-opened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand,
At the bottom of this mine lies a big big man, Big John.
Big John
Big John
Big Bad John
Big John