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?
Why are there so many
songs about rainbows
and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions,
but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told
and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong wait and see.
Someday we'll find it,
the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that wishes
would be heard and answered
when wished on the morning star?
Someone thought of that
and someone believed it.
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing
that keeps us stargazing
and what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it,
the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under its spell.
We know that it's probably magic.
Have you been half asleep
and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound
that calls the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times
to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it,
the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.
Someday we'll find it,
the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.
Altho I prefer Kermit version.
Even though I’m in love
Sometimes I get so afraid
I’ll say something so wrong
Just to have something to say
I know the moment isn’t right
To tell the girl a comical line
To keep the conversation light
I guess I’m just frightened out of my mind
But if that’s how I feel
Then it’s the best feeling I’ve even known
It’s undeniably real
Leave a tender moment alone
Yes I know I’m in love
But just when I ought to relax
I put my foot in my mouth
Cause I’m just avoiding the facts
If the girl gets too close
If I need some room to escape
When the moment arose
I’d tell her it’s all a mistake
But that’s not how I feel
No that’s not the woman I’ve known
She’s undeniably real
So leave a tender moment alone
But it’s not only me
Breaking down when the tension gets high
Just when I’m in a serious mood
She is suddenly quiet and shy
Leave a tender moment
Leave it alone
I know the moment isn’t right
To hold my emotions inside
To change the attitude tonight
I’ve run out of places to hide
And if that’s how I feel
Then it’s the best feeling I’ve even known
It’s undeniably real
Leave a tender moment alone
You got to leave a tender moment alone
Leave a tender moment
Leave it alone
You’ve got to leave a tender moment
Leave a tender moment alone
I agree, gotta' love Kermie singing. It Isn't Easy Being Green was better. Heh.
Know it sounds funny
But I just can't stand the pain
Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole
And I borrowed
Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
Why in the world
Would anybody put chains on me?
I've paid my dues to make it
Everbody wants me to be
What they want me to be
I'm not happy when I try to fake it!
No!
Ooh,that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, babe!
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning
work ourselves, fingers to the bone
suck the morrow, drain my soul
pay your dues, and your debts
pay your repects, everybody tells you
you pay for what you get
you pay for what you get
everybody asks me how she's doing
has she really lost her mind? said, i couldn't tell you i've lost mine
words, words, words have you heard
a bird in hand is much better than,
any number free to wander
fly away...
stay
you pay for what you get
you pay for what you get
everybody asks me how she's doing
has she really lost her...
everybody asks me how she's doing
since she went away said i couldn't tell i'm okay
i'm okay
i'm okay, how are you?
pay for what you get...
pay for what you get...oh...
pay for what you get...
pay for what you get...
oh...
aw, I love that Commodores song.
Warning lights are flashing down at quality control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
There’s rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
There’s a meeting in the boardroom they’re trying to trace the smell
There’s leaking in the washroom there’s a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
’goodness me could this be industrial disease?
The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
They’re refusing to be pacified it’s him they blame the most
The watchdog’s got rabies the foreman’s got fleas
And everyone’s concerned about industrial disease
There’s panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
Some blame the management some the employees
And everybody knows it’s the industrial disease
The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
That these are ’classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze’
On itv and bbc they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless theology is worse
History boils over there’s an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean ’industrial disease’
Doctor parkinson declared ’I’m not surprised to see you here
You’ve got smokers cough from smoking, brewer’s droop from drinking beer
I don’t know how you came to get the betty davis knees
But worst of all young man you’ve got industrial disease’
He wrote me a prescription he said ’you are depressed
But I’m glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of industrial disease’
I go down to speaker’s corner I’m thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
Two men say they’re jesus one of them must be wrong
There’s a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
’they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying japanese
They wanna have a war to stop industrial disease
They’re pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap your energy incarcerate your mind
They give you rule brittania, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in espana and sunday striptease’
Meanwhile the first jesus says ’I’d cure it soon
Abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons’
The other one’s on a hunger strike he’s dying by degrees
How come jesus gets industrial disease
Hey there where ya goin',
Not exactly knowin'
Who says you have to call just one place home.
He's goin' everywhere,
B.J. McKay and his best friend Bear.
He just keeps on movin',
Ladies keep improvin'
Every day is better than the last.
New dreams and better scenes,
And best of all I don't pay property tax.
Rollin' down to Dallas,
Who's providin' my palace,
Off to New Orleans or who knows where.
Places new and ladies, too,
I'm B.J. McKay and this is my best friend Bear.
Ah... Memories...
Take off, how convenient! I was just thinking of Industrial Disease yesterday! In fact, I was singing it while cleaning up around the kitchen and drew a look from dear wife. Hee.
And of course the memories comment is just beggin for...
Memories light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories of the way we were
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another for the way we were.
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we?
Could we?
Memories may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter we will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...
I was reading my book about London, and saw a reference to Speaker's Corner, which of course prompted my earworm. I may need to go visit it while we're there.
Streets Of London
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely by his side,
yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
How can you tell me you're lonely
And say, for you, that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She's no time for talkin, she just keeps right on walkin'
Carryin her home in two carrier bags
How Can you tell me....
In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour and he goes home alone
How can you tell me....
Have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading like the ribbons that he wears
In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care
How can you tell me you're lonely
And say, for you, that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
That's beautiful, amie! Who is it?
Kind of reminds me of a cross between the Moody Blues and Peter Gabriel...
It was written by a guy named Ralph McTell but Tony Rice (pre-throat cancer) sang it in a way that brings tears to my eyes.
Aha. You can listen to a snippet at Amazon.
Tony Rice has throat cancer?
Had I think.
His voice isn't the same as it was.
Huh. The only thing I have of his is with David Grisman, and it's mostly instrumental.
I can't find anything on the net that says so, but it's a well-known "fact" in bluegrass circles. I'll ask my parents if they have more information.
<edit> Actually I'm finding is a different thing, muscle tension disphonia. I musta confused him with Georgie. He recovered but is not the same.
Hmmm. I gotta get better informed.
Hmm. I have no idea who Mr. Rice is
<hides under the desk until they stop pelting him with things>, but if he has problems with muscle tension in his neck affecting his singing, he should get himself to an experienced CranioSacral Therapist!
Not in his neck, in his larynx. I'm reading about it now.
Interesting description. CranioSacral work directly affects the functioning of the brain, nerves, and muscles. Whee! :)
Ahem. by the way, the larynx *is* located in the neck...
<ducks back under the desk>
Yes but it's not a muscle of the neck.
"Waiter! I'll have whatever Sparky is on today, please? Make mine a double."
Can we get another round here?
<slides Frosti a Red Hook>
Oh, no thanks. I've got a Morgan & coke here.
Boys and girls take warning, if you go near the lake
Keep your eyes wide open, and look for Sneaky Snake
Now maybe you won't see him, maybe you won't hear
But he'll sneak up behind you, and drink all your root beer
And then Sneaky Snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin'
Sneaky Snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin'
I don't like old Sneaky Snake; he laughs too much you see
When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath
Well, Sneaky Snake drinks root beer, and he just makes me sick
When he is not dancin', he looks just like a stick
Now, he doesn't have any arms or legs, you cannot see his ears
And while we are not lookin', he's stealin' all of our beer
And then Sneaky Snake goes dancin', wigglin' and a-hissin'
Sneaky Snake goes dancin', gigglin' and a-kissin'
I don't like old Sneaky Snake; he laughs too much you see
When he goes wigglin' through the grass, it tickles his underneath
me and my brother used to laugh our ASSES off at that song, Frosti! love it!
mine for today (and pretty much all weekend):
welcome to your life
there's no turning back
even while we sleep
we will find you acting on your best behavior
turn your back on Mother Nature
everybody wants to rule the world
it's my own design
it's my own remorse
help me to decide
help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure
nothing ever lasts forever
everybody wants to rule the world
there's a room where the light won't find you
holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
when they do I'll be right behind you
so glad we've almost made it
so sad they had to fade it
everybody wants to rule the world
I can't stand this indecision
married with a lack of vision
everybody wants to rule the world
say that you'll never never never never need it
one headline why believe it
everybody wants to rule the world
all for freedom and for pleasure
nothing ever lasts forever
everybody wants to rule the world
I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose
Ooooh
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
I like the wine stains on your dress
And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
I love your pants around your feet
And I love the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson
I. Tide Pools
When the ebbing tide retreats
Along the rocky shoreline
It leaves a trail of tidal pools
In a short-lived galaxy
Each microcosmic planet
A complete society
A simple kind mirror
To reflect upon our own
All the busy little creatures
Chasing out their destinies
Living in their pools
They soon forget about the sea...
Wheels within wheels
In a spiral array
A pattern so grand
And complex
Time after time
We lose sight of the way
Our causes can't see
Their effects
II. Hyperspace
A quantum leap forward
In time and in space
The universe learned to expand
The mess and the magic
Triumphant and tragic
A mechanized world, out of hand
Computerized clinic
For superior cynics
Who dance to a synthetic band
In their own image
Their world is fashioned ---
No wonder they don't understand
Wheels within wheels
In a spiral array
A pattern so grand
And complex
Time after time
We lose sight of the way
Our causes can't see
Their effects
III. Permanent Waves
Science, like Nature
Must also be tamed
With a view towards its preservation
Given the same
State of integrity
It will surely serve us well
Art as expression ---
Not as market campaigns
Will still capture our imaginations
Given the same
State of integrity
It will surely help us along
The most endangered species ---
The honest man
Will still survive annihilation
Forming a world ---
State of integrity
Sensitive, open, and strong
Wave after wave
Will flow with the tide
And bury the world as it does
Tide after tide
Will flow and recede
Leaving life to go on
As it was...
Can't seem to get my mind off of you
Back here at home there's nothin' to do
Now that I'm away
I wish I'd stayed
Tomorrow's a day of mine
that you won't be in
When you looked at me I should've run
But I thought it was just for fun
I see I was wrong
And I'm not so strong
I should've known all along
that time would tell
A week without you
Thought I'd forget
Two weeks without you and I
Still haven't gotten over you yet
Vacation
All I ever wanted
Vacation
Had to get away
Vacation
Meant to be spent alone
A week without you
Thought I'd forget
Two weeks without you and I
Still haven't gotten over you yet
CHORUS
When I look out into your eyes out there,
When I look out into your faces,
You know what I see?
I see a little bit of Elvis
In each and every one of you out there.
Let me tell you.
Wellllllll...
Elvis is everywhere,
Elvis is everything,
Elvis is everybody,
Elvis is still the King.
Man oh man What I want you to see
Is that the big E's
Inside of you and me
Elvis is everywhere, man!
He's in everything.
He's in everybody.
Elvis is in your jeans.
He's in your cheesburgers.
Elvis is in Nutty Buddies!
Elvis is in your mom!
He's in everybody.
He's in the young, the old,
the fat, the skinny,
the white, the black
the brown and the blue
people got Elvis in them too.
Elvis is in everybody out there.
Everybody's got Elvis in them.
Everybody except one person that is,
Yeah, one person!
The evil opposite of Elvis,
The Anti-Elvis!
Anti-Elvis got no Elvis in him,
lemme tell ya.
Michael J. Fox has no Elvis in him.
And Elvis is in Joan Rivers
but he's trying to get out, man! He's trying to get out!
Listen up Joanie Baby!
Elvis is everywhere,
Elvis is everything,
Elvis is everybody,
Elvis is still the King.
Man oh man
What I want you to see
Is that the big E's
Inside of you and me
Man, there's a lot of unexplained phenomenon
out there in the world.
Lot of things people say
What the heck's going on?
Let me tell you!
Who built the pyramids?
ELVIS!
Who built Stonehenge?
ELVIS!
Yeah, man you see guys walking down the street
pushing shopping carts,
and you think they're talking to Allah,
they're talking to themselves.
Man, no they're talking to ELVIS!
ELVIS! ELVIS!
You know whats going on in that Bermuda Triangle?
Down in the Bermuda Triangle?
Elvis needs boats.
Elvis needs boats.
Elvis Elvis Elvis
Elvis Elvis Elvis
Elvis needs boats.
Aahh! The Sailing Elvis!
Captain Elvis!
Commodore Elvis it is!
Yeah man, you know people from outer space,
people from outer space they come up to me.
They don't look like like Doctor Spock.
They don't look like Klingons,
all that Star Trek jive.
They look like Elvis.
ELVIS!
Everybody in outer space looks like Elvis.
Cause Elvis is a perfect being.
We are all moving in perfect peace and harmony towards Elvisness
Soon all will become Elvis.
Everything everywhere will be Elvis.
Why do you think they call it evolution anyway?
It's really Elvislution!
Elvislution!
Elvis is everywhere
Elvis is everything
Elvis is everybody
Elvis is still the King.
Man oh man What I want you to see
Is that the big E's Inside of you and me.
That's right ladies and gentlemen,
The time has come!
Time has come to talk
To that little bit of Elvis inside of you.
Talk to it!
Call it up!
Say "Elvis, heal me!"
"Save me, Elvis!"
"Make me be born again in the perfect Elvis light."
That's right!
You've got that Elvis inside of you
and he's talkin to you.
He says he wants you to sing!
Everybody's got to sing like the king!
Like the king
Get that leg going now
Get your lip too.
Not no fool Billy Idol lip either.
Everybody!
Yeah, we're rockin' now!
Elvis is with us.
He's with us and he's speaking to us.
He says "Peoples!"
"Peoples!"
"Everybody!"
"Everybody got to sing!"
Elvis is everywhere
Elvis is everything
Elvis is everybody
Elvis is still the King.
Man oh man What I want you to see
Is that the big E's
Inside of you and me.
Elvis is everywhere
Elvis is everything
Elvis is everybody
Elvis is still the King.
Man oh man What I want you to see
Is that the big E's
Inside of you and me.
Elvis!
Love that MoJo Nixon! didn't he do "Debbie Gibson is pregnant with my two-headed alien love-child" too?
There are many many crazy things
That will keep me loving you
And with your permission
May I list a few
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
I like that song.
Hasten Down the Wind Lyrics
Written by Warren Zevon 1973 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp./Darkroom Music BMI
She tells him she thinks she needs to be free
He tells her he doesn't understand
She takes his hand
She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free
Then she says she'd rather be with him
But it's just a whim
By which she hopes to keep him on the limb
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
Frank and Jesse James Lyrics
Written By Warren Zevon
published by Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music BMI, 1973
On a small Missouri farm
Back when the west was young
Two boys learned to rope and ride
And be handy with a gun
War broke out between the states
And they joined up with Quantrill
And it was over in Clay county
That Frank and Jesse finally learned to kill
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on riding, riding, riding Frank and Jesse James
After Appomattox they were on the losing side
So no amnesty was granted
And as outlaws they did ride
They rode against the railroads,
And they rode against the banks
And they rode against the governor
Never did they ask for a word of thanks
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the prairies and the plains
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Robert Ford, a gunman
Did exchange for his parole
Took the life of James the outlaw
Which he snuck up on and stole
No one knows just where they came to be misunderstood
But the poor Missouri farmers knew
Frank and Jesse do the best they could
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your names
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Werewolves of London Lyrics
Written By LeRoy P. Marinell, Waddy Wachtel and Warren Zevon
c. 1975 Zevon Music/BMI and Polite Music/ASCAP
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London
He's the hairy handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London again
Draw blood!
Dude, put in another album!
The phone don't ring
And the sun refused to shine
Never thought I'd have to pay so dearly
For what was already mine
For such a long, long time
We made mad love
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder
The days slide by
Should have done, should have done, we all sigh
Never thought I'd ever be so lonely
After such a long, long time
Time out of mind
We made mad love
Shadow love
Random love
And abandoned love
Accidentally like a martyr
The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder
Woo! Thanks Terry. He's been a favorite of mine since long before he was dearly departed (and suddenly famous?!).
<sticks tongue out at Frosti>
Hey dude - you should try to have lunch at Lee Hoo Fook's - ah too late, you're probably alread back on the plane...
I think he's in Scotland now.
Bastard.
Yep, he is. I was uncertain as to the itinerary. Hope he has to eat some haggis. (I'm jealous too! :))
Hee.
Yes, currently in Edinburgh, but will be leaving for Dublin tommorow. I'll tell the good folks at Guinness that you say "Hello."
Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Just like me (Just like me)
They long to be
Close to you.
Wahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Wahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Hahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Lahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Hee, The Turtles or The Carpenters?
Carpenters.
Sigh.
That skinny white girl could sing, couldn't she?
Yep.