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?
Deck us all with Boston Charlie, Walla Walla, Wash, and Kalamazoo!
Nora's freezin' on the trolley, Swaller dollar cauliflower Alleygaroo!
Don't we know archaic barrel, Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou.
Trolley Molly don't love Harold, Boola Boola Pensacoola Hullabaloo!
Apparantly, the brown acid is bad.
I dunno, I think I want some.
Anything to make the relatives go away?
Yeah. At least I'm getting to hear the Wake game online.
No acid - it's a Walt Kelly original from the Pogo comic strip. Hee.
If you find a good market for acid down there amie, send us a couple sheets in a pound of that coffee you're always threatening to mail. When you find the stamps.
<skips away giggling>
I don't even have the energy to fight back tonight.
Yeah, where's my coffee??
You can both bite me.
Sheesh. I bite you, Julia bites me, where does it end?
Heh.
"Is this the train to Desert Moon?" was all she said
but I knew I'd heard that stranger's voice before.
I turned to look into her eyes, but she moved away
She was standing in the rain
Trying hard to speak my name
They say first love never runs dry
The waiter poured our memories in a tiny cup
We stumbled over words we longed to hear
We talked about the dreams we'd lost, or given up
When the whistle caught the night
And shook silence from my life
As the last train rolled toward the moon
Those summer nights
When we were young
We bragged of things
We'd never done
We were dreamers, only dreamers
And in our haste
To grow up too soon
We left our innocence on Desert Moon
We were dreamers, only dreamers
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
Desert Moon
I still can hear the whisper of the summer nights
It echoes in the corners of my heart
The night is true and waiting for the desert train
All the words we meant to say
All the chances swept away
Still remain on the road to undo
Those summer nights, when we were young
We bragged of things we'd never done
We were dreamers, only dreamers
Moments pass, and time moves on
But dreams remain for just as long as there's dreamers
All the dreamers
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
On Desert Moon
Desert Moon
My momma talkin' to me tryin' to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her 'cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me 'cause I wear my sister's clothes
He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach, he done kicked me off the team
For wearin' high-heel sneakers and actin' like a queen
------ lead guitar ------
The world's comin' to an end, I don't even care
As long as I can have a limo and my orange hair
And it don't bother me if people think I'm "funny"
'Cause I'm a big rock star and I'm makin' lots of money
money, money, money, money, money, money
Ahhh! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...
I'm so bloody rich! Ha ha ha ha
I own apartment buildings and shopping centers! Ha ha ha ha
And I only know three chords! Ha ha ha ha
dahnah nah
dahnah nah
DAH DAH DAH!!!!
Naked Eyes -
Always Something There to Remind Me
1983
-----------------------------------
(Burt Bacharach and Hal David)
I walk along the city streets you used to walk
along with me
and every step I take reminds me of just how
we used to be.
Well, how can I forget you, girl,
When there is always something there to
remind me?
Always something there to remind me.
As shadows fall, I pass the small cafe where
we would dance at night.
And I can't help recalling how it how it felt to
kiss and hold you tight.
Well, how can I forget you, girl,
When there is always something there to remind me?
Always something there to remind me.
I was born to love her, and I will never be free,
You'll always be a part of me.
If you should find you miss the sweet and tender love we used to share
Just come back to the places where we used to go, and I'll be there.
Well, how can I forget you, girl,
When there is always something there to remind me?
Always something there to remind me.
I was born to love her, and I will never be free,
You'll always be a part of me.
'Cause there is always something there to remind me.
Always something there to remind me...
Oooh, I loved that song.
Yeah, have to admit me too. :)
Mee three! I never knew it was written by Burt B.!
I didn't know that either.
me three neither!
don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
you're living in the past it's a new generation
a girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do
and I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
oh no
not me
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
never said I wanted to improve my station
and I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun and I don't have to please no one
and I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
oh no, not me
oh no, not me
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
and I don't really care if ya think I'm strange, I ain't gonna change
and I'm never gonna care 'bout my bad reputation
oh no, not me
oh no, not me
c'mon boys!
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
the world's in trouble there's no communication
and everyone can say what they want to say it never gets better anyway
so why should I care 'bout a bad reputation
anyway!
oh no, not me
oh no, not me!
That song will always remind me of Shrek.
words and music by Eric Idle
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little children.
Now, if you huff and puff and you fina'lly save enough
Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea,
Take a tip before you take your trip; let me tell you where to go,
Go to Engeland, Oh;
Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache,
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass,
Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain,
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
That I cannot discover
But she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Chorus:
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Delaney draws me pictures
She finger paints the sand
We chase the dogs and hop like frogs
Then I do my bad handstands
She's growin' up too fast for me
And askin' lots of questions
Some I know the answers to
And some I'm lookin' for suggestions
Chorus:
Father, daughter
Born by the water
Surf's up, sun's down
Life in a beach town
And some of the things I've seen
Maybe she won't have to see
But there's a lot I want to pass along
That was handed down to me
Delaney talks to statues
As she dances 'round the pool
She chases cats through Roman ruins
And stomps on big toadstools
She speaks a language all her own
Just a little like her mother
And she knows I love her so
When I tuck her 'neath the covers
Chorus:
Father, daughter
Down by the water
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Shells sink, dreams float
Life's good on our boat
Now you just have to move to a beach, dude.
I wish!
I never seen you looking so bad my funky one
You tell me that your superfine mind has come undone
CHORUS:
Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend
Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again
When the demon is at your door
In the morning it won't be there no more
Any major dude will tell you
Have you ever seen a squonk's tears? Well, look at mine
The people on the street have all seen better times
CHORUS
I can tell you all I know, the where to go, the what to do
You can try to run but you can't hide from what's inside of you
CHORUS
Fans of "(There's) Always Something There To Remind Me" should track down the original hit version by R.B. Greaves. Though Naked Eyes had the higher chart score, I far prefer the more down-home treatment Greaves gives the tune. "Take a Letter Maria" is also a wonderful story-song. Greaves is half Amerindian and a newphew of Sam Cooke's.
Thanks for the tip, Dock!
Seems there is always one more stone to turn.
<trying to remember if I turned that one already>
goddammit.
<starting over>
Take a letter, Maria is one of my faves. The oldies station here in town has it on heavy rotation.
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
Wow. that song says a bunch, on the side.
Following is a lyric from Peter Mulvey, who everyone except me probably already knows and loves. I was looking for the lyric to a different song I heard this morning, but this will do.
The Dreams
Artist: Peter Mulvey
Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains
And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin
And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones
And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams
It really is that simple, it really is that fragile
I am one such dream inside the blood and the bones and the bags and the
trains and the tunnels
There's a dream sitting next to me
There's a dream across from me
Fragile
We all know that one day
The tunnels will crumble and the trains will stop
And the blood and the bags and the bones will be gone
And in between now and then something will happen to all the dreams
I don't know what will happen to the other dreams
But I know what will happen to me
Sure as rain, I know, sure as winter
I'll breathe and grieve and struggle and strive and love, love
And if I'm lucky once, just once, the dream will drop to the floor like a vase
and shatter in shards of silence
Where I will see, I will see in the pattern of the pieces, I will
See something
This will, this will happen
But now the train with all its fragile cargo rolls on.
Artist: Peter Mulvey
Who?
that's what I said. Folky kind of, singer/songwriter type. I liked a song they played this morning called "Mr. Charley" (I think).
http://www.petermulvey.com/
I went to a dance just the other night
I saw a girl there she was out of sight
I asked a friend of mine who she could be
he said that her friends just call her Sweet Pea
Chorus
I walked on over and asked her to dance
Thinkin' maybe later we would make a romance
But every guy there was thinkin' like me
I had to stand in line to get a dance with Sweet Pea
Chorus
I finally got to whisper sweet words in her ear
Suggest her that we outta get away from there
We took a little walk I held he close to me
And underneath the stars I said to Sweet Pea
Oh Sweet Pea I love you can't you see
Love you, love you, love you can't you see
Oh Sweet Pea won't you be my girl
Roly Poly
Eatin' corn and taters
Hungry every minute of the day
Roly Poly
Gnawin' on a biscuit
As long as he can chew it it's okay
He can eat an apple pie
And never even bat an eye
He likes anything from soup to hay
Roly Poly
Daddy's little fatty
I bet he's gonna be a man someday
Roly Poly
Scrambled eggs for breakfast
Bread and jelly twenty times a day
Roly Poly
He eats a hearty dinner
He needs lots of strength to sing and play
He's up at dawn to do the chores
And he runs both ways through all the stores
He works up an appetite that way
Roly Poly
Daddy's little fatty
Fatty's gonna be a man someday
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
Just to see him smile, makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
And I do
I'll be good to him, I'll bring love to him
Everyone says there'll come a day when I'll walk alongside of him
Yes, just to know him is to love, love, love him
And I do
Why can't he see, how blind can he be
Someday he'll see that he was meant for me
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
Just to see him smile, makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
And I do
Why can't he see, how blind can he be
Someday he'll see that he was meant for me
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
Just to see him smile, makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
And I do
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
Just to see him smile, makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him is to love, love, love him
And I do
Were you listening to the Morning Show yesterday too? They played that song. My mom had the 45.
Of course I wasn't listening to the Morning Show. My vehicle doesn't have a radio.
sometimes
I wanna take you down
sometimes I wanna get you low
brush your hair back from your eyes
take you down let the river flow
sometimes I go and walk the street
behind the green sheet of glass
a million miles below their feet
a million miles, a million miles
bein' with you girl
like being low
hey hey hey it's like being stoned
bein' with you girl
like being low
hey hey hey it's like being stoned
a million poppies gonna make me sleep
just one rose that knows your name
the fruit is rusting on the vine
the fruit is calling from the trees
hey don't you wanna go down
like some junkie cosmonaut
a million miles below their feet
a million miles, a million miles
bein' with you girl
like being low
hey hey hey it's like being stoned
bein' with you girl
like being low
hey hey hey it's like being stoned
blue blue is the sun
brown brown is the sky
green green were her eyes
a million miles, a million miles
hey don't you wanna go down
like some disgraced cosmonaut
a million miles below their feet
a million miles, a million miles
bein' with you girl
like being low
hey hey hey it's like being stoned
bein' with you girl
like being low
hey hey hey it's like being
stoned
Sari
Sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t apologize so much
that it’s jive it’s a crutch
I just used when I’m judged
bein’ fudged by a face I can’t erase and can’t see
cuz I misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD
or somethin’ stupid like that
but jesus is that so bad
to make my ego go splat
like a tire goin’ flat
or fat on a big mac
I’m bein’ attacked
tit for tat
you fuckin’ bureaucrats
you can just apologize back
(bridge)
But I don’t know when it comes and it goes
all the highs and the lows
in this motionless psychosis
ieeieei and I die fadin’ straight away
ieeieei and I cry every waking day
I don’t know what else to say
(chorus)
I’m sorry for the mess
the stupid way I’m dressed
I guess I failed my test
oh don’t you know I’m sorry for my views
I musta been confused
and yet you know that really I’m sorry for you
Well now I don’t mean to offend, much
just comprehend
when you’re female and you’re fenced in and
phen-phened to no end
and no zen guide to men will help you fend off the brethren
and then the pen appears
and better than the oxygen network
or the sword or the spear or the fork
or the bored pork-fed horde
it’s a mooring post
the whore you’ll miss the most when you’re away
when you’re in Snowshoe PA
doin’ some play from Backstage
that deals with AIDS and race and gays and
relationships and ballet
and then you’re like “hey yay what’d you say?
I can just sing my troubles away?”
but then you’re fucked
‘cause you gotta make a buck
and the whole world sucks
and you’re like a lame duck
that’s lyin’ dyin’ tryin’ to sell out
but there’s no one buyin’ and there’s all this doubt
and you can preen and dream and scream and shot
but your life’s affliction is the fiction of Faust
(bridge)
I’m sorry for the time
the stupid way I rhyme
I knew I shoulda chose a life of crime
I’m sorry for my blues
I know it’s all old news
and yet you know that really I’m sorry for you
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry
I also mirror this apology
this idealogy of sorry
in part of the liberal theology that’s leading us to hari-kari
it’s like a mythology, almost
like a malingering ghost
as we slowly decompose
writing in the grave of the polls
cryin’ for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to moan
at our own supposed sabotage of the elections at home
“oh somebody phone home!
the American people have spoken!”
now is that certain?
maybe those nice Midwestern folks were just jokin’
in any case there’s no use in dopin’ chokin’ mopin’ and sobbin’
come on you disheartenin’ dobbins
sayin’ sorry is my problem
so to conclude
I’m a little of a prude
so it’s difficult for me to have to allude
to all this rude crude verbal baggage
but I manage cuz I’m a savage inside
I may listen to Enya’s greatest hits
and try to control my hissy fits with pride
won’t get my hair dyed
but oh the onus of lyin’ all the time
I don’t wanna say, “diiiie motherfucker!”
but I wouldn’t mind if you did
sometimes even the nice girl’s ego has to override the id
and so before I flip my lid my crib
and get myself out of this bind
you can hear what’s on my lips but you don’t know
what’s in my mind
(chorus)
I’m sorry for you I’m sorry for you
I’m sorry
waaaah
bombs going off in Sierra Leone
taken more shots than Karl Malone
battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed
who got the diamonds? who gonna find them?
who gonna mine them, when the time comes?
Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns.
it's a wicked world that we live in
it's cruel and unforgiving
it's a wicked world that we live in
it's cruel and unforgiving
knock, knock, knock, who's that? it's momma, son
lookin' for the bitch who took the money and run
now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
and who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin?
heroin, heroin, it's all gone
smoked it all up, and now you got none
and now you look around and that's not the plan
this is not what you had in mind
I shot in heaven, now I cry
no one lives forever, in fact we all die
from those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
to those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks
every last soul must pay the last toll
in the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
is it the one with the suit? the one with the sack?
the one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge?
negative outlook? well that's how I'm livin'
and like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
it's a wicked world we live in
I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, hearts is what I'm rippin' out
I'm slippin' out, I'm dippin' out, killin's what I'm livin' out
pick 'em, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
gat to your face with the fuckin' bullets stickin' out
missin' out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissin' out
84 I'm Crazy Horse, shootin' up, I'm illin' out
rippin' out, I'm trippin' out, different now, I'm pimpin' out
any color at my belt and ouch while they're clippin out
criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out
2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
listen now, I'm sinnin' out, a 6-pack I'm sippin' out
it's a wicked world that we live in
it's cruel and unforgiving
it's a wicked world that we live in
it's cruel and unforgiving
Lawyers, Guns and Money
Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the Russians, too
I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this
I'm the innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between the rock and the hard place
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
Now I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan
Send lawyers, guns and money...
down to the Banana Republic
down to the tropical sun
go the expatriated Americans
hoping to find some fun
some of them go for the sailing
called by the lure of the sea
trying to find what is ailing
from living in the land of the free
some are running from lovers
leaving no forward address
some are running tons of ganga
some are running from the IRS
late at night you will find them
in the cheap hotels and bars
hustling the senoritas while they dance beneath the stars
spending those renegade pesos
on a bottle of rum and a lime
singing give me some words I can dance to
or a melody that rhymes
first you learn the native customs
soon a word of Spanish or two
but you know that you cannot trust them
'cause they know that they can't trust you
expatriated Americans feeling so all alone
telling themselves the same lies
that they told themselves back home
down to the Banana Republic things aren't as warm as they seem
when none of the natives are buying any second hand American dreams
Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise
Should I take this last step
Or turn myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love
Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
I hear the people singing that same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
-- Spoken:
"Tss, tss tss"
"Hey, psst amigo!"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos