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damn right!.... :grin:

We'll probably be sleeping in the parking lot that night... cause I sure as hell know that I'm not doing the sober driver gig on NYE

yeah, I'm not sure what we are gonna do, might have to stay at my brothers that night, on the other hand....gordy doesn't drink much when he's on stage so he might end up being the sober cab :sillygrin:

I can never afford it - heck I can't afford anything I do but I try to make it work if I want it bad enough --- especially if it's for the kids OR to get out of funks

I guess it's back to pimpin for me. :chagrin:

how much? :sheepish:

Your coupon is in the mail. :wink:

6PACK OF BEER.

In the cool of the evening

when ev'rything is gettin' kind of groovy,

I call you up and ask you if you want to go

and meet and see a movie.

First you say no, you've got some plans for the night,

And then you stop, and say, "All right."

Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you.

You always keep me guessin', I never seem to know

what you are thinkin'.

And if a fella looks at you, it's for sure

your little eye will be a-winkin'.

I get confused, 'cause I don't know where I stand,

And then you smile, and hold my hand.

Love is kinda crazy

with a spooky little girl like you. Spooky!

If you decide someday to stop this little game

that you are playin', I'm gonna tell you all what my heart's been a-dyin' to be sayin'.

Just like a ghost,

you've been a-hauntin' my dreams,

So I'll propose... on Halloween.

Love is kinda crazy

with a spooky little girl like you.

Spooky, Spooky, Spooky, Oh-whoa, all right,

I said Spooky!

I'm sure this had to be posted before but thought it was cool on last night's DWTS.

Please allow me to introduce myself

Im a man of wealth and taste

Ive been around for a long, long year

Stole many a mans soul and faith

And I was round when jesus christ

Had his moment of doubt and pain

Made damn sure that pilate

Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name

But whats puzzling you

Is the nature of my game

I stuck around st. petersburg

When I saw it was a time for a change

Killed the czar and his ministers

Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank

Held a generals rank

When the blitzkrieg raged

And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name, oh yeah

Ah, whats puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee

While your kings and queens

Fought for ten decades

For the gods they made

I shouted out,

Who killed the kennedys?

When after all

It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself

Im a man of wealth and taste

And I laid traps for troubadours

Who get killed before they reached bombay

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But whats puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But whats confusing you

Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners saints

As heads is tails

Just call me lucifer

cause Im in need of some restraint

So if you meet me

Have some courtesy

Have some sympathy, and some taste

Use all your well-learned politesse

Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, um yeah

But whats puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down

Woo, who

Oh yeah, get on down

Oh yeah

Oh yeah!

Tell me baby, whats my name

Tell me honey, can ya guess my name

Tell me baby, whats my name

I tell you one time, youre to blame

Ooo, who

Ooo, who

Ooo, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Oh, yeah

Whats me name

Tell me, baby, whats my name

Tell me, sweetie, whats my name

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Ooo, who, who

Oh, yeah

looks like a really long clue :smile:

wow. i was just listening to that song on my way to work... wierd.

Heaven bent to take my hand

And lead me through the fire

Be the long awaited answer

To a long and painful fight

Truth be told I've tried my best

But somewhere along the way

I got caught up in all there was to offer

And the cost was so much more than I could bear

Though I've tried, I've fallen...

I have sunk so low

I have messed up

Better I should know

So don't come round here

And tell me I told you so...

We all begin with good intent

Love was raw and young

We believed that we could change ourselves

The past could be undone

But we carry on our backs the burden

Time always reveals

The lonely light of morning

The wound that would not heal

It's the bitter taste of losing everything

That I have held so dear.

I've fallen...

I have sunk so low

I have messed up

Better I should know

So don't come round here

And tell me I told you so...

Heaven bent to take my hand

Nowhere left to turn

I'm lost to those I thought were friends

To everyone I know

Oh they turned their heads embarassed

Pretend that they don't see

But it's one missed step

You'll slip before you know it

And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed

Though I've tried, I've fallen...

I have sunk so low

I have messed up

Better I should know

So don't come round here

And tell me I told you so...

Anybody see Manilow on Craig last night? It was pretty good shit. Craig even started dancing behind his desk.

You're just too good to be true.

Can't take my eyes off you.

You'd be like Heaven to touch.

I wanna hold you so much.

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive.

You're just too good to be true.

Can't take my eyes off you.

Pardon the way that I stare.

There's nothing else to compare.

The sight of you leaves me weak.

There are no words left to speak,

But if you feel like I feel,

Please let me know that it's real.

You're just too good to be true.

Can't take my eyes off you.

I love you, baby,

And if it's quite alright,

I need you, baby,

To warm a lonely night.

I love you, baby.

Trust in me when I say:

Oh, pretty baby,

Don't bring me down, I pray.

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay

And let me love you, baby.

Let me love you.

You're just too good to be true.

Can't take my eyes off you.

You'd be like Heaven to touch.

I wanna hold you so much.

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive.

You're just too good to be true.

Can't take my eyes off you.

I love you, baby,

And if it's quite alright,

I need you, baby,

To warm a lonely night.

I love you, baby.

Trust in me when I say:

Oh, pretty baby,

Don't bring me down, I pray.

Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay..

Paleeze! I was at GODSMACK!!

It was way better!

Awesome concert!

<----- super jealous

They really put on a great show. Moving and spinning dual drum sets was awesome.

Way cool! Sounds kinda like Slipknot's drum set up

I have an extra pair of tickets for Bare Naked Ladies - If anyone is intertested let me know

(BNL are proabaly to tame and lame for this thread) :coolfrown:

 :pbpt: :chagrin:

Nov. 19 @ Excel

that upside-down thing rocks....

I love when they throw stuff like that in...

back when Family Values first rolled through Target Center - during KORN's set, they had a rotating stage for "All In The Family"..... when Korn was playing they rotated around so they were facing the crowd, and vice-versa for Limp Bizkit....

Modest Mouse - "Life Like Weeds"

In this life like weeds you're just a rock to me

You're just a rock to me, you're just a rock to me

I could have told you all that I love you

And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from

I could have told you all that I love you

But in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die

I could have told you all that I love you

And on the day that you die you'll see the people you met

I could have told you all that I love you

And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been

I wish I could have told you I love you

In this life like weeds eyes need us to see

Hearts need us to bleed

In this life like weeds you're a rock to me

I know where you're from

But where do you belong?

In this life like weeds you're the good I breed

In this life like weeds you're a rock to me

In this life like weeds you're a rock to me

I know where you're from

But where do you belong?

In this life like weeds eyes need us to see

Hearts need us to bleed

In this life like weeds you're the good I breed

All this talking all the time of the year

Fills up until there's nothing left to breathe

And you think you feel most everything

And you know that our hearts are just made out of strings

To be pulled

Strings to be pulled

So you think you've figured out everything

But we know that our hearts are just made out of strings

To be pulled

Strings to be pulled

All this talking all the time, and the air

Fills up until there's nothing left to breathe

Up until there's nothing left to speak

Up into the better parts of space

Bright Eyes - "A Song To Pass The Time"

There is a middle-aged woman she's dragging her feet.

She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat.

While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street

and they laugh in a language I don't understand.

But I love them.

Why do I love them?

So the neighborhood is dimming as I smoke on the porch

and watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars.

And on their faces just anger or disappointment.

I start wishing there was something I could offer them.

A consolation, what could I offer them?

When they are sad in their suburbs robots water the lawn

and everything they touch gets dusted spotless.

So they start to believe that they haven't touched anything at all.

While the cars in the driveway only multiply.

They are lost in their houses.

I have heard them sing in the shower

and making speeches to their sister on the telephone.

Saying, You come home.

Darling, you come here.

Don't stay so far away from me.

This weather has me wanting love more tangible.

Something I can hold because it's getting cold.

So lets hold up our fists to the flame in the sky

to block out the light that is reaching for our eyes

because it would blind us. It will blind us.

Now I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine.

So I may never be free of this apathy.

But I wait for a letter that is coming to me.

She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope.

So there still is hope.

Yes, I can be healed.

There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer,

in my pockets deep,

you will find the reasons that I can't sleep and you will still want me.

But will you still want me?

Well, I say come for the week.

You can sleep in my bed.

And then pass through my life like a dream through my head.

It will be easy. I will make it easy.

But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time.

A melody to keep me from worrying.

Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy.

And some words that are sure to come back to me and they will be laughing.

My mediocrity. My mediocrity.

Ive had nothing but bad luck

Since the day I saw the cat at my door

So I came into you sweet lady

Answering your mystical call

Crystal ball on the table

Showing the future,the past

Same cat with them evil eyes

And I knew itwas a spell she cast

Shes just a devil woman

With evil on her mind

Beware the devil woman

Shes gonna get you

Shes just a devil woman

With evil on her mind

Beware the devil woman

Shes gonna get you from behind

Give me the ring on your finger

Let me see the lines on your hand

I can see me a tall dark stranger

Giving you what you hadnt planned

I drank the potion she offered me

I found myself on the floor

Then I looked into those big green eyes

And I wondered what Id come there for

Shes just a devil woman

With evil on her mind

Beware the devil woman

Shes gonna get you

Shes just a devil woman

With evil on her mind

Beware the devil woman

Shes gonna get you from behind

If youre out on a moonlit night

Be careful of them neighbourhood strays

Of a lady with long black hair

Tryin to win you with her feminine ways

Crystal ball on the table

Showing the future,the past

Same cat with them evil eyes

Youd better get out of there fast

Shes just a devil woman

With evil on her mind

Beware the devil woman

Shes gonna get you

Shes just a devil woman

With evil on her mind

Beware the devil woman

Shes gonna get you...

This tune was playing in my changer when I pulled in the garage tonight. I always liked the lyrics of this classic from Rush.

The Trees Lyrics

There is unrest in the forest,

There is trouble with the trees,

For the maples want more sunlight

And the oaks ignore their pleas.

The trouble with the maples,

(And they're quite convinced they're right)

They say the oaks are just too lofty

And they grab up all the light.

But the oaks can't help their feelings

If they like the way they're made.

And they wonder why the maples

Can't be happy in their shade.

There is trouble in the forest,

And the creatures all have fled,

As the maples scream "Oppression!"

And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union

And demanded equal rights.

"The oaks are just too greedy;

We will make them give us light."

Now there's no more oak oppression,

For they passed a noble law,

And the trees are all kept equal

By hatchet, axe, and saw.

l4v - your tagline reminded me of this tune

This guys voice is so clear - he's like HD for music

Sing me a song, you're a singer

Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil

The devil is never a maker

The less that you give, you're a taker

So it's on and on and on, it's heaven and hell

Oh well

The lover of life's not a sinner

The ending is just a beginner

The closer you get to the meaning

The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming

So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on

It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell

I can tell

Fool, fool

Oh uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion

For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life

Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer

And it's on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on

They say that life's a carousel

Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well

The world is full of kings and queens

Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams

It's heaven and hell, oh well

And they'll tell you black is really white

The moon is just the sun at night

And when you walk in golden halls

You get to keep the gold that falls

It's heaven and hell, oh no

Fool, fool

You've got to bleed for the dancer

Fool, fool

Look for the answer

Fool, fool, fool

he's like HD for music

EXCELLENT!! :cool:

This morning on my way in to work I cranked these next 2 tunes! gotta love the instruments at times instead of the words.

GOOD MORNING!!!!!!!!

I make my living off the evening news

Just give me something-something I can use

People love it when you lose,

They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here

I just have to look good, I dont have to be clear

Come and whisper in my ear

Give us dirty laundry

Kick em when theyre up

Kick em when theyre down

Kick em when theyre up

Kick em when theyre down

Kick em when theyre up

Kick em when theyre down

Kick em when theyre up

Kick em all around

We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who

Comes on at five

She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam

In her eye

Its interesting when people die-

Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation?

Is the head dead yet?

You know, the boys in the newsroom got a

Running bet

Get the widow on the set!

We need dirty laundry

You dont really need to find out whats going on

You dont really want to know just how far its gone

Just leave well enough alone

Eat your dirty laundry

Kick em when theyre up

Kick em when theyre down

Kick em when theyre up

Kick em when theyre down

Kick em when theyre up

Kick em when theyre down

Kick em when theyre stiff

Kick em all around

Dirty little secrets

Dirty little lies

We got our dirty little fingers in everybodys pie

We love to cut you down to size

We love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo

We can dance and sing

When its said and done we havent told you a thing

We all know that crap is king

Give us dirty laundry!

Livin' easy, livin' free,

Season ticket on a one-way ride

Askin' nothin', leave me be,

Takin' everything in my stride

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme,

Ain't nothin' I would rather do

Goin' down, party time,

My friends are gonna be there, too

(I'm on the highway to Hell!

On the highway to Hell!

Highway to Hell!

I'm on the highway to Hell!

No stop signs, speed limit,

Nobody's gonna slow me down

Like a wheel, gonna spin it,

Nobody's gonna mess me 'round

Hey Satan, payin' my dues,

Playin' in a rockin' band

Hey momma, look at me,

I'm on my way to the Promised Land

Whoo!

I'm on the highway to Hell!

Highway to Hell!

I'm on the highway to Hell!

Highway to Hell, mmmmm...

Don't stop me!

Yeah! Yeah! ooh!

I'm on the Highway to Hell!

On the Highway to Hell

I'm on the Highway to Hell

On the Highway to...

(Yeahh!)

Highway to Hell

(I'm on the highway to Hell)

Highway to Hell

Highway to Hell

Highway to Hell

Highway To Hell

And i'm going down

all the way

On the Highway to Hell

Bill Murray

--by Gorillaz

Too many days to get lost

Many, many people I've known got lost

Too many days to get lost

Many, many people I've known got lost

Too many days to get lost

Many, many people I've known got lost

Too many days to get lost

Many, many people I've known got lost

Too many days to get lost

Many, many people I've known got lost

Yay just won tickets to the private concert for the Barenaked ladies. 200 people for an acustic concert!!

I am sooooo excited!!

that rox payme!

I know diggins been trying to win!

how didja do it?

I was caller 9, actually I was caller 1 then 9...funny I was in the parking lot getting ready to get the regular concert tickets from Diggin!! She is running the benefit tonight!!!

congrats :smile:

sweeet!!!!

Cooler! :ooh:

havent heard this song in a GRIP!!.... probably like 1997-98 or thereabouts.... classic shit, man!

found Blaze's "1 Less G in the hood" deluxe edition re-release at Cheapo (have I mentioned that I love that store?) tonight.... had to pick it up....

probably my favorite Blaze song, that he's done.

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Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Anybody Killa - "Hood Ratz"

[Verse 1 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie]

The sun goes down, and I crept out the cemetery

Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary

Known to fuck, known to suck

Every nigga that I know done been in the guts

But when it came to me, she wanted to front

Said my gear was dirty and smelled of dead funk

She probably woulda kept talkin', if I let her

But I slapped her in the mouth and put my dick in for pleasure

Then she started actin' erotic, and got excited

Story done changed and in the pussy I'm invited

She wanted me to tag the pussy, wax the pussy

Go down south, hold up bitch, get the fuck out!

(You ain't famous, bitch!) And if so, I don't give a fuck

I stay real with dirty hoes and love to get my dick a suck

Don't get it flipped ho, you's a hood rat

Only good for fuckin' and suckin' cause it's like that

[Hook]

Bitch, you's a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO FUCK!)

Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)

Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick

Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)

[Verse 2 - Anybody Killa]

Old school rhymes bring back teenage memories

Like when I was datin' Betty and fuckin' Denise

Or drinkin' Sisco in the park with some hoes after dark

Playin' hide and go get it like a sport

But things change, fuck Sisco, fuck the park

We want more from the bitches wit a brand new car

Semen swallowers, orgasm hollowers

Hit it from the back chronic sack, smokin' girls with mad dollars

[Verse 3 - Blaze Ya Dead Homie]

Now it's a whole new day, different story

Ran into a bitch named Tracy and her cousin Tori

They was walkin' and they needed a ride

Pulled up to the curb and they both got inside

Cracked open the 4-0, then I took a sip

Now which one of y'all bitches suckin' my dick?

Then they knew the time, cause they down for the benefit

Hood rat hoes, pussy always warm and wet

[Hook]

Bitch, you's a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO FUCK!)

Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)

Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick

Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)

[Verse 4 - Anybody Killa]

Every day in the neighborhood, it's a hood rat fest

Joggin' pants and house shoes with they hair a mess

Hoochie mamas causin' drama like a 9 to 5

(You's my baby daddy, J!) Bitch, that kid ain't mine!

I was strollin' to the liquor sto', one day

Smokin' on a big fuckin', fat J

Seen a chicken head comin', my way

It was a toss up, had this killa straight up amazed

It was a good day, never had to take the 9 off safety

Every feind that I seen was glad to pay me

5-0 ridin' by wavin' high

Without the bright lights from the ghetto bird in the sky

Today's the first time I ever seen the hood could look fine

Get this, weedman sellin' twenties for dimes

Oooh! perfect future in my dead crazy past

Dirty gangsta money gets you dirty gangsta ass!

[Hook] -x2

Bitch, you's a hood rat (I'M JUST TRYIN' TO FUCK!)

Do it like a rat (FACE DOWN, ASS UP!)

Chicken head, dirty ass, no good trick

Hood rat bitch, you can (SUCK THIS DICK!)

YOWZA! :eek: and I was gonna post a ballad --- hahaha :goofy: :neutral:

White Nerdy made #1 video! funny

Al is lookin good :eyeroll: :cool: :sheepish:

I'm a sucker for a dork

I'm a sucker for a dork

:smile:

there is a difference between a dork and a shortbusser :sillygrin: :pbpt: :goofy:

so then what do you call a dork who rides a shortbus?

I'd ask Kitch but he's on hiatus until the hunt is over

THAT WOULD BE A WINDOW-LICKER. EVEN THE KIDS ON THE SHORTBUS CALL HIM NAMES.

I'm packed and I'm holding

I'm smiling, she's living, she's golden

She lives for me, says she lives for me

Ovation, her own motivation

She comes round and she goes down on me

And I make her smile, like a drug for you

Do ever what you wanna do, coming over you

Keep on smiling, what we go through

One stop to the rhythm that divides you

And I speak to you like the chorus to the verse

Chop another line like a coda with a curse

Come on like a freak show takes the stage

We give them the games we play, she said...

I want something else, to get me through this

Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby

I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye

The sky was gold, it was rose

I was taking sips of it through my nose

And I wish I could get back there, someplace back there

Smiling in the pictures you would take

Doing crystal meth, will lift you up until you break

It won't stop, I won't come down

I keep stock with the tick-tock rhythm, I bump for the drop

And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given

Then I bumped again, then I bumped again

I said...

How do I get back there, to the place where I fell asleep inside you

How do I get myself back to the place where you said...

I want something else, to get me through this

Semi-charmed kinda life, baby, baby

I want something else, I'm not listening when you say good-bye

I believe in the sand beneath my toes

The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling

I believe in the faith that grows

And the four right chords can make me cry

When I'm with you I feel like I could die

And that would be all right, all right

And when the plane came in, she said she was crashing

The velvet it rips in the city, we tripped on the urge to feel alive

Now I'm struggling to survive, those days you were wearing that velvet dress

You're the priestess, I must confess

Those little red panties they pass the test

Slide up around the belly, face down on the mattress

One

And you hold me, and we're broken

Still it's all that I wanna do, just a little now

Feel myself, head made of the ground

I'm scared, I'm not coming down

No, no

And I won't run for my life

She's got her jaws now, locked down in a smile

But nothing is all right, all right

And I want something else, to get me through this life

Baby, I want something else

Not listening when you say...

Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye

Good-bye

The sky was gold, it was rose

I was taking sips of it through my nose

And I wish I could get back there

Someplace back there, in the place we used to start

I want something else

Got plenty of friends i'd like you to meet

in my life and my world and its all at my feet

got a box of good records from the back of the rack

im driving 90 miles an hour in a fucking speed trap

got a grin on my face and i know when to react

got a bag in my hand and the world at my back

try to feed the disease its not as easy as it seems

been awake for 3 days coming apart at the seams

[Chorus:]

ohh im a zombie

been awake for 3 days

ill sleep enough when im dead

in the meantime im stayin awake

wanna scream wanna play with my girlfriend all day

make a mess get undressed and FUCK it all away

fried hair fried brain bitch and complain

im driving 90 miles an hour in the passing lane

im on bottom on top im inside and im bent

changing faces in the phone booth

like i was clark kent

its alright its ok ive been awake for 3 days

doing fine but my mind is slipping away

[Chorus]

everything falls apart read the signs on the wall

peice of mind will decay

deconstruction all be dead feel no pain

intoxicate numb the mind inebriate

pull the plug! [2x]

my eyes wide open wanna pull the plug [4x]

Feel no spirit

should i forfeit

peices dont quite fit

They're playing this at 9:00 on KQ

Alice's Restaurant

By Arlo Guthrie

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the

restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,

that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's

Restaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Walk right in it's around the back

Just a half a mile from the railroad track

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on

Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the

restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the

church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and

Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of

room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,

seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't

have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be

a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So

we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW

microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed

on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the

dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump

closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off

into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the

side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the

cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile

is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we

decided to throw our's down.

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving

dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the

next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,

we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of

garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And

I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope

under that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we

finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down

and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the

police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the

shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the

police officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at

the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for

being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and

we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out

and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,

which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station

there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was

both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I

can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.

Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the

quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of

Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop

signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the

Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,

being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to

get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of

cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.

They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and

they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles

and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each

one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,

the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to

mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put

us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your

wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my

wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you

want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I

said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"

Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the

toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took

out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the

toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie

was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice

(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few

nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back

to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,

and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten

colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back

of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,

and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy

pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he

sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the

twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows

and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.

And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles

and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,

'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American

blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the

judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy

pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each

one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And

we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not

what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,

where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,

neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one

day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so

I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to

look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted

to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,

and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all

kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave

me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I

wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and

guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,

KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and

he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down

yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,

sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,

detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me

at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four

hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty

ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was

inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no

part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the

last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,

and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got

one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,

with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all

the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever

go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten

colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on

the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want

you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's

where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after

committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly

looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father

rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And

they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the

bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest

father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly

'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me

and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay

$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"

And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench

there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I

said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,

and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,

father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the

bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of

things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it

up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-

know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-

you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-

officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for

forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had

fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,

and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it

down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the

pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the

other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on

the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the

following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to

ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm

sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench

'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,

kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and

said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints

off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a

study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm

singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar

situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a

situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into

the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get

anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if

one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and

they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,

they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.

And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in

singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an

organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said

fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and

walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and

all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the

guitar.

With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and

sing it when it does. Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Walk right in it's around the back

Just a half a mile from the railroad track

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.

I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it

for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part

harmony and feeling.

We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Excepting Alice

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Walk right in it's around the back

Just a half a mile from the railroad track

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dum

At Alice's Restaurant

If they are playing that on the radio, someone must have had their Thanksgiving dinner a day early... If they also immediately play In-a-gadda-da-vida, then it was a mexican Thanksgiving meal... :pbpt:

someone must have had their Thanksgiving dinner a day early

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Posted on Thu, Nov. 23, 2006 Pioneer Press

The real Alice behind the restaurant

Icon of Arlo Guthrie's song has made peace, at last, with her fame

Wall Street Journal

"You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant"

PROVINCETOWN, Mass. — The sign outside Alice Brock's art gallery gives no hint that she's the Alice in "Alice's Restaurant Massacree," the Arlo Guthrie song that has become part of the Thanksgiving holiday for many baby boomers.

"I don't keep it a secret," the salty 65-year-old said of her connection. "It's just that that's not all that I am."

For most people, though, the whole story of Brock has been a mystery ever since Guthrie released his satiric 18-minute saga 39 years ago, forever transforming her into a symbol of 1960s counterculture.

THE SONG

The song recounts Guthrie's arrest for littering in Stockbridge, Mass., after he and a friend dumped some trash following a 1965 Thanksgiving feast prepared by Brock. Guthrie, son of folk legend Woody Guthrie, says the resulting police record led to his being declared ineligible for the draft during the Vietnam War.

At the time of the arrest, Brock and her husband were living in a converted church that served as a gathering place and crash pad for Arlo Guthrie, now 59, and his hippie friends.

Although Guthrie's album containing the work never got any higher than No. 17 on the Billboard charts, the song became a touchstone of the 1960s, and it still conjures up the era for many of its aging fans. Broadcasting it on Thanksgiving Day has become a tradition at scores of radio stations. WXRT, in Chicago, has broadcast it every Thanksgiving for 33 years. Channel 16 on Sirius Satellite Radio will play it nonstop Thursday.

THE WOMAN

Its legacy has been a mixed blessing for Brock, however. At first, the attention she got helped her launch several restaurants. But a 1969 movie based on the song left her feeling like a hippie-era relic frozen in time. "It turned me into an object instead of a human being," said Brock, whose real story is more complicated.

A bright, rebellious child, the Brooklyn native spent most of her teenage years in a reform school. The early 1960s found her in Greenwich Village, where she honed her skills as a painter and caught the eye of Ray Brock, a charismatic architect and woodworker more than a dozen years her senior.

They moved to the Berkshire Mountains of western Massachusetts in 1962 and landed jobs at the Stockbridge School, she as a librarian and he as a shop teacher. Although the couple lasted only a year at the boarding school, they quickly forged strong ties with Guthrie and his fellow students there, who came to see the Brocks' church home as a sanctuary of their own.

Alice Brock sketched and painted, but she felt isolated. It didn't help that the constant visitors required her to spend more and more time in the kitchen. "Basically, the boys expected to be fed and then they would sit around the table and sing," Brock said. "I would do the dishes."

THE RESTAURANT

She opened her first restaurant, the Back Room, in 1966, aiming to get out of the house and earn some money. Though popular with local diners, the 30-seat cafe soon became another burden for Brock, who says she had no idea how to price food or make an omelet. Meanwhile, her relationship with Ray deteriorated to the point that she moved out of the church and rented a house in town.

By the time the "Alice's Restaurant" album was released, Brock had closed her restaurant and moved to Boston to share an apartment with her mother. "I felt that instead of owning it, it owned me," Brock wrote in "My Life as a Restaurant," her little-noticed 1975 memoir.

THE MOVIE

Her time in the spotlight might have ended there except that, in 1968, she got a call from Arthur Penn, the director of the 1967 hit "Bonnie and Clyde." He wanted to make a movie based on Guthrie's song.

At first, the project seemed like a lucrative lark. Brock used part of the $12,000 she got for the right to use her name to buy a Mustang convertible. Most of her younger friends signed on to play extras. "They sent a writer around to hang out with us and try to figure out what was going on," recalled real-estate developer Bill Russell, 61, of Lenox, Mass. "We made him buy all the beer."

The fun stopped when filming began. Though everyone was staying at the same motel, most had to make their own way to the set every morning while a limo fetched Guthrie, who played himself. "It took a long time to rekindle those relationships," the musician said.

Meanwhile, on a day when the actors playing Ray and Alice Brock were renewing their marriage vows for the movie, the real couple — who appeared in some scenes as extras — were finalizing their divorce in a local court. And few in the old crowd cared for the script. "They had to fill up the movie with stuff, and it was all fiction," said songwriter Rick Robbins, who was arrested with Guthrie for l

who was arrested with Guthrie for littering in the real-life incident. "All through the movie, they've got Alice having affairs with everybody, which was complete bull."

Penn, the director, did not return calls seeking comment.

"I had the feeling that we were all trying to make the best of it and that somehow we knew that our lives were never going to be the same," said Guthrie. By the early 1970s, he had grown tired of playing his song about Alice's Restaurant and, despite fan requests, eliminated it from his playlist for years.

THE COOKBOOK

Soon after the movie was finished, Ray Brock left the Berkshires. He built boats and wrote children's books like "Scooters Are Groovy and You Can Build Your Own." In 1979, he died of a heart attack in his native Virginia.

By then, Brock's fortunes also were at a turning point. Her "Alice's Restaurant Cookbook," published by Random House in 1969, went through four printings, but she didn't enjoy promoting it alone on the road and, after lending money to friends and throwing big parties, she was broke, she said.

THE SECOND RESTAURANT

In 1971, she opened a small takeout in an old liquor store in Housatonic, Mass. She eventually expanded to include a 50-seat dining room and rechristened the place Alice's Restaurant. Business was good, but some tourists and autograph-seekers came simply to gape at the famous proprietor, who sometimes stayed in the kitchen to avoid them.

Other contacts were even less welcome. Brock said Albert DeSalvo — who confessed to being the serial killer known as the Boston Strangler — wrote to ask whether her restaurant might be willing to sell the choker necklaces he was making in prison. She declined.

Frustrated by battles with local officials over her liquor license, Brock borrowed money in 1976 and moved her business to a 22-acre resort in Lenox, Mass. Dubbed Alice's at Avaloch, the property included a swimming pool and a disco, but it ultimately proved to be more than the owner could handle. In 1979, she turned the keys to the property over to her lender and left.

THE GALLERY

Staked with quarters from the closed resort's vending machines, she came to Provincetown, Mass., the artists' colony and tourist spot on the tip of Cape Cod. Until severe emphysema set in about a decade ago, she cleaned and painted houses and did prep work in local cafes.

Brock began concentrating again on her art, creating whimsical paintings of everything from eggplants to plump sunbathers. Six years ago, she opened a gallery in what was the front parlor of her home. A few weeks ago, she launched a Web site (www.alicebrock.com) that, while mostly devoted to her art, acknowledges that she's the Alice from the song.

The gallery has been a confidence builder that has helped Brock come to terms with what she means to visitors. Brock says most callers just want to share what they were doing at that long-ago time in their lives.

"You can always ring the bell," she said, "and if I'm here, I'll open the door."