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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?
Frosti - I always heard that one with a twist in the chorus - "just want to drink my Lone Star Beer" instead of Ripple Wine - but an attempt to google it just got me Kinky Friedman Live at the Lone Star! Fortuitous indeed.
Western Union Wire
(Kinky Friedman)
From a cheap hotel in Dallas on a cold December day
A telegram was traveling on its way
LiKe a sad old song from somewhere in the distance of a dream
Flashing across the darkness on the telegraph machine.
 It said, “From Billy,” at the bottom, “to Baby,” at the top
“Western Union Wire, please help me.” — stop.
“Western Union Wire, don’t leave me.” — stop
The taxicab it took her to the airport in the dawn,
She knew in just one hour she’d be gone.
She was standing near the platform ‘’bout to board the big Pan Am
When someone came and put the lonely message in her hand.
It said, “From Billy,” at the bottom, “to Baby,” at the top
“Western Union Wire, please help me.” — stop.
“Western Union Wire, don’t leave me.” — stop.
Then high above Vancouver just a-reachin’ for the skies
She found herself with teardrops in her eyes.
And her little boy beside her asked her, “Mama, where is Pop ?”
And she just broke down a-cryin’ ‘cause she knew she couldn’t stop.
It said, “From Billy,” at the bottom, “to Baby,” at the top
“Western Union Wire, don’t leave me.” — stop,
“You said you’d always love me, how could you ?” — stop,
“In pieces on the runway, I love you.” — stop.
Another Kinstah classic. Check the set list! http://www.kinkyfriedman.com/ly-lones.htm
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Before All Hell Breaks Loose
(Kinky Friedman)
Time to resign from the human race
Wipe those tears from your lovely face
Baby wave to the man in the ol’ red caboose
Before all hell breaks loose.
Before you go I wish you’d come
Before you leave wish you’d love me some.
I’ll give you all of the dreams you can use
Before all hell breaks loose.
Now I know what the gypsy meant
When she told me, “You’ll never be President.”
She said, “Adopt a Korean, kill you a moose
Before all hell breaks loose.”
Alright!
You poked fun at my cowboy shoes
You said they looked just like, like big canoes.
But it’s time for the chosen ones to choose
Before all hell breaks loose.
Turn out the lights, honey, turn on the news
God save the Queen and the, and the kangaroos
And what kind of ******* did Joseph use
Before all hell broke loose.
 Time to resign from the, from the human race
Wipe those tears from your lovely face
Baby wave to the man in the ol’ red caboose
Before all hell breaks loose,
Before all hell breaks loose.
A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.
Thanks dude, I haven't listened to that in a long time.Â
In that vein:
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
Yet Another Movie
One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?
A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed
The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still
He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst, he's not the best
And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look
A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun
In 8th or 9th grade I traded a guy my Van Halen album (can't remember which one) for his Pink Floyd The Final Cut. I definately got the better end of the bargain.
I was gonna say the same thing. I haven't thought about that album in years.
Infinitely. (although I must say I really liked VH's Diver Down album)
Tell me true, tell me why, was Jesus crucified
Is it for this that Daddy died?
Was it for you? Was it me?
Did I watch too much T.V.?
Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
If it wasn't for the nips
Being so good at building ships
The yards would still be open on the clyde.
And it can't be much fun for them
Beneath the rising sun
With all their kids committing suicide.
What have we done, Maggie what have we done
What have we done to England?
Should we shout, should we scream
"What happened to the post war dream?"
Oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done
You know, I think it was Diver Down now that you mention it.
That's still one of my favorite Pink Floyd albums. I had it on cassette from the trade and played the hell out of it but that's long since vanished. I think I'm going to add it to my Amazon.com wishlist.
we still have it on vinyl, but we hardly listen to our vinyl anymore. we need a new turntable.
Ah, vinyl. I haven't owned a turntable in years. I got to play some old LP's at my folks house last Xmas - recorded some stuff for Mom. Invest in a new needle, at least is my advice, JB. :)
I don't think I like Final Cut as much as Wish You Were Here. But it's very, very good nonetheless. More haunting and spare than Wish, methinks.
Wish is my second favorite. They're very close, and I would say that Side 1 of Wish is better than all of Final Cut (including Shine on You Crazy Diamond parts 1-5), but Side 2 gets a little repetitive for me, what with Shine on You Crazy Diamond parts 6-10. It may be just too much of a good thing.
wandered in these big blue shoes
'Til we had nothing left to lose.
Nobody wants you when you're a circus clown
I should know
I looked all over town
I guess folks just don't like my face
They make out like I'm some disgrace.
But nothing's going to change
This painted frown
And I know
I looked all over town.
Maybe somewhere I will be free.
Somewhere they won't throw rocks at me.
Somewhere this crazy hair could be my crown.
But all my life
I looked all over town
So whistling a circus tune,
I inflated one more balloon
And as I floated up I looked straight down
And I looked all over town.
One last time,
I looked all over town.
Your painted smile hides you still
While you search yourself within
Yesterday and tomorrow's found
Fused as one upon solid ground
As all around the milling crowd
Confuse themselves with raging sounds
And their loves forgetfulness abounds
So be thankful for your greasepaint clown
If loneliness wears the crown
of the veteran cosmic rocker...
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
White sugar don't touch my lips
And my friends is always
Begging me to take them
On macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are
Oh, but at night I stake out my strongbox
That I keep under lock and key
And I take it off to my closet
Where nobody else can see
I open that door so slowly
Take a peek up north and south
Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie
And I pop it in my mouth
Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I'm a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white yogurt
From my hand thrown pottery jar
And sippin' a little hand pressed cider
With a carrot stick for dessert
And wiping my face
In a natural way
On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
Oh yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I'm all by myself
I work that combination
On my secret hideaway shelf
And I pull out some Fritos corn chips
Dr. Pepper and an Ole Moon Pie
Then I sit back in glorious expectation
Of a genuine junk food high
Oh yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I'm a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
My friends down at the commune
They think I'm pretty neat
Oh, I don't know nothing about arts and crafts
But I give 'em all something to eat
I'm a friend to old Euell Gibbons
And I only eat homegrown spice
I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn
Filled up with my brown rice
Yes, I do
Oh, but folks lately I have been spotted
With a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
With a face as white as death
I'm afraid someday they'll find me
Just stretched out on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
In the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I'm a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Blood sugar sucker fish
In my dish
How many pieces
Do you wish
Step into a heaven
Where I keep it on the soul side
Girl please me
Be my soul bride
Every women
Has a piece of aphrodite
Copulate to create
A state of sexual light
Kissing her virginity
My affinity
I mingle with the gods
I mingle with divinity
Blood sugar baby
She's magik
Sex magik sex magik
Glorious euphoria
Is my must
Erotic shock
Is a function of lust
Temporarily blind
Dimensions to discover
In time
Each into the other
Uncontrollable notes
From her snowwhite throat
Fill a space
In which two bodies float
Operatic by voice
A fanatic by choice
Aromatic is the flower
She must be moist
Blood sugar baby
She's magik
Sex magik sex magik
Sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl and you got me wantin' you
Honey, ah sugar sugar
You are my candy girl and you got me wantin' you
1- 2- 3- 4
This happened once before when I came to your door
No reply
They said it wasn't you, but I saw you peak through your window
You know, if you break my heart I'll go
But I'll be back again
'Cause I told you once before goodbye
But I came back again
Asked the girl what she wanted to be
She said "Baby, can't you see?"
"I want to be famous, the star of the screen"
But you can do something in between...
Baby, you can drive my car
Yes, I'm gonna be a star
Baby, you can drive my car
And baby I love you
Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell
Wo-ah, closer
Let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you love to hear
"I'm in love with you" woo-oo
Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talkin' till I couldn't go on
While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that our love might soon be gone
We can work it out
We can work it out
I should have known better with a girl like you
That I would love everything that you do
And I do, hey-hey-hey
He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
You're gonna lose that girl
(Yes, yes you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lo-se that, yeah
(Yes, yes you're gonna lose that girl)
You're gonna lo-se that girl
(Yes, yes you're gonna lose that girl)
Ooooo...
Ooooo...
The "Stars on 45" keeps on turning in your mind
Like "We Can Work it Out"
Remember "Twist and Shout"
"You Still Don't Tell Me Why" and
"No Reply"
Ooooo...
Ooooo...
They’re really rockin boston
In pittsburgh, p. a.
Deep in the heart of texas
And ’round the frisco bay
All over st. louis
Way down in new orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet little sixteen
Sweet little sixteen
She’s just got to have
About half a million
Framed autographs
Her wallet’s filled with pictures
She gets ’em one by one
She gets so excited
Watch her look at her run
Oh mommy mommy
Please may I go
It’s such a sight to see
Somebody steal the show
Oh daddy daddy
I beg of you
Whisper to mommy
It’s all right with you
Cause they’ll be rockin on bandstand
In philadelphia p.a.
Deep in the heart of texas
And ’round the frisco bay
All over st. louis
Way down in new orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet little sixteen
Sweet little sixteen
She’s got the grown up blues
Tight dress and lipstick
She’s sportin’ high heal shoes
Oh, but tomorrow morning
She’ll have to change her trend
And be sweet sixteen
And back in class again
Cause they’ll be rockin on bandstand
In philadelphia p.a.
Deep in the heart of texas and ’round the frisco bay
All over st. louis way down in new orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet little sixteen
(An ideal rock-and-roll tune -- complete character sketch that delivers a perfect blend of language economy and street poetry without a single weak line. This verse is a bit of brilliance reminiscent of, say, Randy Newman:
Oh mommy mommy
Please may I go
It’s such a sight to see
Somebody steal the show
Oh daddy daddy
I beg of you
Whisper to mommy
It’s all right with you
Most of it, of course, is Sweet Little Sixteen manipulating her parents, but the third and fourth lines are an effortless aside about how she is the real star of any performance she attends. Wonderful.)
Hello Muddah hello Faddah
here I am at Camp Granada
camp is very entertaining
and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining
I went hiking with Joe Spivy
he developed poison ivy
you remember Lynerd Skynerd
he got toi mang poisoning last night after dinner
all the counselors hate the waiters
and the lake has alligaters
and the head coach wants no sissies
so he reads to us from something called Ulysses
now I don't want this to scare you
but my bunk mate has malaria
you remember Jeffery Harding?
they're about to organize a searching party
take me home
oh muddah faddah
take me home
i hate granada
dont leave me I'll end up for square
or I might get eaten by a bear
take me home
I promise I will not make noise
or mess the house with other boys
oh please don't make me stay
I've been here one whole day
dearest Faddah darling Muddah
hows my precious little bruddah
let me come home if you miss me
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me
wait a minute it stopped hailing
guys are swimming guys are sailing
playing baseball gee thats better
Muddah Fadduh kindly disreguard this letter
This verse is a bit of brilliance reminiscent of, say, Randy Newman:
Interesting to hear you say this. I've always thought Randy was a great lyricist, but I didn't think he got much critical acclaim and my view was in the minority.
Well, there's several types of great lyricists. Newman happens to be a master of unreliable narrators and switching narrative perspectives. A dandy example of an unlikable narrator who switches perspectives within himselfis "You Can Leave Your Hat On" (another one is "Lover's Prayer").
And critics championed Newman long, long before he got more than a rabid-cult audience (that is, up until "Short People"). Indeed, it was reading Bob Christgauthat got me interested in Newman. Bob's take on him still seems first-rate to me, though I am certain he is dead wrong about the sluggish, interminable Faust.
Finally, my piece on Trouble in Paradiseinspired one of my fave headlines: "Randy Newman's Forbidden Fruit Stand."
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Linda Ronstadt as the "bad girl" might be worth a listen on Faust, if nothing else.
I admit I've a soft spot in my head for "novelty" songs, but I never included Randy as a novelty artist because his joke songs, while being funny, also have a dark edge to them. It certainly sets him apart from anything else you might hear on Dr. Demento.
Like I say, there's a profound difference between songs (and bands) that telljokes and songs that arejokes.
While I'm probably half-notorious for defending Ms. R, she doesn't convince me as a knowing temptress -- her appeal always seems to be that she's right in the moment with you, unselfconscious even about her self-consciousness. It's kinda why she can't sing punk.
[Edited by on Dec 10, 2004 at 02:09pm.]
Whatever her appeal, she's appealing.
That picture almost reminds me a little of yer missus, Frosti. Maybe that's what you see in her...
She is purty, isn't she?
Just a reminder. The other Linda lives on inside me, too.
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It's a lousy picture, I grant you.
They were wild like the USA
A mystery band in a New York way
Rock and roll, but not like the rest
And to me, America at it's best
How in the world were they making that sound?
Velvet Underground.
A spooky tone on a Fender bass
Played less notes and left more space
Stayed kind of still, looked kinda shy
Kinda far away, kinda dignified.
How in the world were they making that sound?
Velvet Underground.
Now you can look at that band and wonder where
All that sound was coming from
With just 4 people there.
Twangy sounds of the cheapest types,
Sounds as stark as black and white stripes,
Bold and brash, sharp and rude,
Like the heats turned off
And you're low on food.
How in the world were they making that sound?
Velvet Underground.
Like this...
Wild wild parties when they start to unwind
A close encounter of the thirdest kind
On the bandstand playing, everybody's saying
How in the world were they making that sound?
Velvet Underground.
Well you could look at that band
And at first sight
Say that certain rules about modern music
Wouldn't apply tonight.
Twangy sounds of the cheapest kind,
Like "Guitar sale $29.99,"
Bold and brash, stark and still,
Like the heats turned off
And you can't pay the bill.
How in the world were they making that sound?
Velvet Underground.
Both guitars got the fuzz tone on
The drummer's standing upright pounding along
A howl, a tone, a feedback whine
Biker boys meet the college kind
How in the world were they making that sound?
Velvet Underground.
Wild wild parties when they start to unwind
A close encounter of the thirdest kind
On the bandstand grooving, everybody moving
How in the world are they making that sound?
Velvet Underground.
White Light, White Heat, baby.
Just down the street from your hotel, baby
I stay at home with my disease
And ain't this position familiar, darling
Well, all monkeys do what they see
Help me stay awake, I'm falling...
Down on Virginia and La Loma
Where I got friends who'll care for me
You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted
I got an attitude of need
Help me stay awake, I'm falling...
Asleep in perfect blue buildings
Beside the green apple sea
Gonna get me a little oblivion
Try to keep myself away from me
It's 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday
It doesn't get much worse than this
In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle
of these lives which are completely meaningless
Help me stay awake, I'm falling...
Asleep in perfect blue buildings
Beside the green apple sea
Gonna get me a little oblivion
Try to keep myself away from myself and me
I got bones beneath my skin, and mister...
There's a skeleton in every man's house
Beneath the dust and love and sweat that hangs on everybody
There's a dead man trying to get out
Please help me stay awake, I'm falling...
Asleep in perfect blue buildings
Beside the green apple sea
Gonna get me a little oblivion baby
Try to keep myself away from me
Sun comes up, it’s Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the eye
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that’s right, I forgot, it was me
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
Telephone’s ringing, but I don’t answer it
’cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
Guess it’s tea and toast for breakfast again
Maybe I’ll add a little t.v. too
No milk! god, how I hate that
Guess I’ll go to the corner, get breakfast from jenny
She’s got a black eye this morning, `jen how’d ya get it? ’
She says, `last night, bobby got a little bit out of hand’
Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
And anyways I’d rather listen to coltrane
Than go through all that shit again
There’s something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don’t have to add up to something
And this spell won’t be broken
By the sound of keys scraping in the lock
Maybe tonight it’s a movie
With plenty of room for elbows and knees
A bag of popcorn all to myself,
Black and white with a strong female lead
And if I don’t like it, no debate, I’ll leave
Here comes that feeling that I’d forgotten
How strange these streets feel
When you’re alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home
Seething inside
Funny, I’d never noticed
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
Yeah, sure I’ll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
And I just gotta tell you
That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed
It's Wednesday today, but the sun this morning was a welcome change. The girls and I watched the sky lighten as we ate breakfast.
[Edited by on Dec 15, 2004 at 06:39pm.]
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"Life Is Just a Chair of Bowlies" (bowl of cherries)
[realized in a picture instead of words]
Groan.
How profound you found it banal.
I'm speechless.
No you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I'm just a friend.
That's all I've ever been.
Cause you don't know me.
For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart aches with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
You give your hand to me,
And then you say, "Goodbye."
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you'll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don't know me
For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart aches with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
Oh, you give your hand to me,
And then you say, Goodbye.
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you'll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don't know me
you don't love me, you don't know me
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en el dÃÂa en que todo ocurrió
Como un sueño de locos sin fin
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La luna llena sobre ParÃÂs
Cada noche llaman desde ParÃÂs
en el dÃÂa en que todo ocurrió
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Sorprendido espiando
el lobo escapa aullando
y es mordido
por el mago del Siam
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Auuuu
ha transformado en hombre a Denis
Rueda por los bares del bulevar
se ha alojado en un sucio hostal
Mientras está cenando
junto a él se ha sentado
una joven
con la que irá a contemplar
(La luna llena sobre ParÃÂs)
Auuuu
Algunos francos cobra Denis
Auuuu
Lobo-hombre en ParÃÂs
Auuuu
Su nombre: Denis
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Auuuu
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(Lobo-hombre en ParÃÂs)
¡A ver ese aullido!
(Auuuu)
Lobo-hombre en ParÃÂs
¿HarÃÂas otro por mÃÂ?
(Auuuu)
Su nombre: Denis
¡Vente conmigo!
Mientras está cenando
junto a él se ha sentado
una joven
con la que irá a contemplar
La luna llena (sobre ParÃÂs)
Auuuu
ha transformado en hombre a Denis
Auuuu
Lobo-hombre en ParÃÂs
Auuuu
Su nombre: Denis
From Dock's latin music link, a Latino homage to Werewolves in London: La Union's Lobo-hombre en Paris. Whose name is, Denis.
Met my old lover in the grocery store.
The snow was falling Christmas Eve.
I stole behind her in the frozen foods.
And I touched her on the sleeve.
She didn't recognize the face at first.
But then her eyes flew open wide.
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse.
And we laughed until we cried.
We took her groceries to the checkout stand.
The food was totalled up and bagged.
We stood there lost in our embarrassment.
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves a drink or two.
But couldn't find an open bar.
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store.
And we drank it in her car.
We drank a toast to innocence.
We drank a toast to now.
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness.
But neither one knew how.
She said she'd married her an architect.
Who kept her warm and safe and dry.
She would have liked to say she loved the man.
But she didn't like to lie.
I said the years had been a friend to her.
And that her eyes were still as blue.
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw.
Doubt or gratitude.
She said she saw me in the record stores.
And that I must be doing well.
I said the audience was heavenly.
But the traveling was hell.
We drank a toast to innocence.
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness.
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence.
We drank a toast to time.
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'...
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired.
And running out of things to say.
She gave a kiss to me as I got out.
And I watched her drive away.
Just for a moment I was back at school.
And felt that old familiar pain.
And as I turned to make my way back home.
The snow turned into rain.
It's sappy, but I do like that song. :)
Very sappy. But my penchant for sappy songs is well documented.
I said get your fanny out of bed and get to school!
I'm not going to school!
And why not?
Cuz I'm sick, that's why not?
Sick. Yeah you're sick alright. What's wrong with you now, Prince Charming?
I got an earache!
Earache my eye! How would you like a butt ache?
My mamma talk'in to me, try'in 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 in a pair of pantyhose.
My basketball coach, he done kicked me off the team,
for wearing high heeled sneakers and acting like a queen.
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 making lots of money.
Money, Money Money, Money! MONEY!! MONEY!!! AHHHhhhhhh-
Hahahaha........
I'm so bloody rich! Haha Haha ha ha........
I own apartment buildings and shopping centers! Ahh Hahaha.....
I only know three chords, Hahaha ha ha.......
Watch me now! Hahahahaha!!!!! ! ! !
DAH nah nah, DAH nah nah, DANH DANH DANH!
Exactly!
<jumps up and down!>
[Edited by on Dec 28, 2004 at 01:56pm.]
You get a goddamn job before sundown, or we're shipping you off to military school with the goddamn Finkelstein-shit kid!