The Jukebox

Crikeys!  I bet it does make you shudder just a bit.  Kind of an insane situation.

I used to listen to that song quite a bit in high school.  I kind of felt about it as one comedian said about child abuse: "I don't condone child abuse.  I *understand* it, I just don't condone it."

Boy, I can understand THAT sentiment.

Do you know the way to San Jose?
I've been away so long
I may go wrong and lose my way
Do you know the way to San Jose
I'm going back to find some piece of mind San Jose -a
L. A. is a great big freeway
Put a hundred down a by a car
In a week - or maybe two - they'll make you a star
Weeks turn into years and quickly pass
And all the stars there never were a parkin' cars and pumpin' gas
I've got lots of friends in San Jose
Wo oh oh oh
Can't wait to get back to San Jose
Wo oh oh oh
Do You know the way to San Jose?

I think you left out 8 "oh"s.

Heh, blame Raleigh for that earworm.

I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night till the morning came around


Chorus


Set out running but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight I just might get some sleep
Tonight

I ran into the devil babe, he loaned me twenty bills
I spent the night in Utah in a cave up in the hills

[chorus]

I ran down to the levee but the devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill and vanished in the air

[chorus]

Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night
The first one's named sweet Anne Marie and she's my heart's delight
Second one is prison baby, sheriff's on my trail
And if he catches up with me I'll spend my life in jail

Got a wife in Chino babe, and one in Cherokee
First one says she's got my child but it don't look like me

[chorus]

A song (partially)aboutearworms:

For a small girl Barbara sure has got a big crush
The kind that makes you want to break stuff
And blame it on a man you don't know

She came down to New York City in a big bus
Nine hours driving and you can't just stay home
So it doesn't matter which way you go

Because all day the radio's been playing the same song
Can't shake that tune but it's ok
Maybe the world isn't so small
Barbara knows it doesn't matter at all

And each day Barbara wakes up in a bad way
Tells me quietly she has absolutely nothing to say
But I don't seem to mind

She says she won't listen to the band play
She hates songs that never seem to go away
Now neither will mine

And now all day the radio's been playing the same song
Can't shake that tune but it's ok
Maybe the world isn't so small
Barbara knows it doesn't matter at all

Barbara knows
Barbara knows it doesn't matter at all

When the world is a monster
Bad to swallow you whole
Kick the clay that holds the teeth in
Throw your trolls out the door
If you're needing inspiration
Philomath is where I go by dawn
Lawyer Jeff he knows the lowdown
He's mighty bad to visit home

I've been there I know the way
Can't get there from here
I've been there I know the way
Can't get there from here
I've been there I know the way
Can't get there from here
I've been there I know the way

When your hands are feeling empty
Stick head jumpin off the ground, 'round
Tris is sure to shirr the deers out
Brother Ray can sing my song

I've been there I know the way
Can't get there from here
I've been there I know the way
Can't get there from here
I've been there I know the way
Can't get there from here
I've been there I know the way

Hands down, Calechee bound
Landlocked kiss the ground
Dirt of seven continents going round and round
Go on ahead Mr. Citywide hypnotized, suit and tied
Gentlemen, testify

If your world is a monster
Bad to swallow you whole
Philomath they know the lowdown
Throw your trolls out the door

I've been there I know the way
Can't get there from here
I've been there I know the way
Can't get there from here
I've been there I know the way
Can't get there from here
I've been there I know the way

Thank you, Ray.

nubmer

edit:

I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind

what did I see can I believe
that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy

just what I saw in my old dreams
were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me

'cause in my dreams it’s always there
the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair

the night was black was no use holding back
'cause I just had to see was someone watching me
in the mist dark figures move and twist
was all this for real or some kind of hell

666 the number of the beast
hell and fire was spawned to be released

torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
as they start to cry hands held to the sky
in the night the fires burning bright
the ritual has begun satan’s work is done

666 the number of the beast
sacrifice is going on tonight

this can’t go on I must inform the law
can this still be real or some crazy dream
but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
they seem to mesmerize me...can’t avoid their eyes

666 the number of the beast
666 the one for you and me

I’m coming back I will return
and I’ll possess your body and I’ll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course

You could have at least used that number to post the lyrics to "Devil with the Blue Dress On", or something else appropriately satanic.

I was just trying to grab it quick!

see my edit, though.

sometimes I feel like I shouldn't apologize so much
that it's jive it's a crutch
I just use 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

but I don't know when it comes and it goes
all the highs and the lows
in this motionless psychosis
IeeIeeI and I dive in straight away
IeeIeeI and I cry every waking day
I don't know what else to say

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 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 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 hey, 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 shout
but your life's affliction is the fiction of Faust

but I don't know when it comes and it goes
all the highs and the lows
in this motionless psychosis
IeeIeeI and I dive in straight away
IeeIeeI and I cry every waking day
I don't  know what else to say

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 guess it's all old news
and yet you know that really I'm



sorry for you

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' goblins
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, "DIE MOTHERFUCKER!"
but I wouldn't mind if you did
Janet Reno has no ego when devoured by the id
and so before I flip my lid
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

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 guess it's all old news
and yet you know that really I'm



sorry for you

I'm sorry for you




I'm sorry for you

I'm sorry
ah, shit

be on my side
I'll be on your side
there is no reason for you to hide
it's so hard for me
staying here all alone
when you could be
taking me for a ride

she could drag me
over the rainbow
and send me away

down by the river
I shot my baby
down by the river
dead, oh, shot her dead

you take my hand
I'll take your hand
together we may get away
this much madness is
too much sorrow
it's impossible
to make it today

yeah
she could drag me
over the rainbow
send me away

down by the river
I shot my baby
down by the river
dead, oh, shot her dead
shot her dead

be on my side
I'll be on your side, baby
there is no reason for you to hide
it's so hard for me
staying here all alone
when you could be
taking me for a ride

yeah she could drag me
over the rainbow
and send me away

down by the river
I shot my baby
down by the river
down by the river
down by the river

   
    

   
    

   Look out, mama, there’s a white boat comin’ up the river With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail I think you’d better call john, ’cause it don’t look like they’re here to deliver the mail And it’s less than a mile away I hope they didn’t come to stay It’s got numbers on the side and a gun And it’s makin’ big waves. 
Daddy’s gone, my brother’s out hunting in the mountains Big john’s been drinking since the river took emmy-lou So the powers that be left me here to do the thinkin’ And I just turned twenty-two I was wonderin’ what to do And the closer they got, The more those feelings grew. 
Daddy’s rifle in my hand felt reassurin’ He told me, red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin’ But when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin’ Raised my rifle to my eye Never stopped to wonder why. Then I saw black, And my face splashed in the sky. 
Shelter me from the powder and the finger Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger Think of me as one you’d never figured Would fade away so young With so much left undone Remember me to my love, I know I’ll miss her.
   

nobody move, nobody get hurt, they said
make one wrong move, man, you wake up dead
I exercise my lyrical stylings
and all the while you're dead and gone and forgotten
I said, oh, are they gonna come back for you?
no, aw, the story's sorry but true
lord, did you really want them to go?
no, oh you're so goddamn cold


we're gonna make it on our own
we don't need anyone
lord knows we don't need you

we're gonna make it on our own

we don't need anyone
lord knows we don't need you
watch me now


you got your ear to the street, then this bud's for you
you got my name in your mouth, then this slug's for you
shotgun, fast lane, on the highway to hell
germ sticks, tall cans, and the powder that sells
just tryin' to have somethin', and you sit back and laugh
I'ma grab something, I'ma gettin' that half
we came too far now, nowhere we can flop
wanna drop me, gotta kill me, only way I'ma stop


we got 808 subwoofers in the trunk
around the world with the Rancid punks
this is for the misfits, the freaks and the runts
fuck the motherfuckin' back-stabbin' cunts
ride's gettin' rough, so I know I better buckle
P U N X tattooed on my knuckles
hey man, you keep the shackles, cause I am free



we're gonna make it on our own
we don't need anyone
lord knows we don't need you

we're gonna make it on our own

we don't need anyone
lord knows we don't need you
watch me now



I heard you're losing your mind, shit, I been lost mine
but I still stay focused through good and bad times
compare your worst fuckin' day to my best fuckin' night
I bet my last red cent that you couldn't stand the sight
from loss of loved ones to life of drug funds
they counted me out, from what? I'm not done
give me a chance to shine and I'ma blind the world
take a stand and be the voice of those who cannot be heard



we're gonna make it on our own
we don't need anyone
lord knows we don't need you

we're gonna make it on our own

we don't need anyone
lord knows we don't need you
watch me now

 

Alabama - Dixieland Delight Lyrics
Rollin' down a backwoods Tennessee byway,
one arm on the wheel,
holdin' my lover with the other:
a sweet, soft, Southern thrill.
Worked hard all week;
got a little jingle
on a Tennessee Saturday night.
Couldn't feel better:
I'm together
with my Dixieland Delight.

Chorus:
Spend my dollar;
parked in a holler
'neath the mountain moonlight;
hold her uptight;
make a little lovin',
a little turtle dovin'
on a Mason Dixon night.

Fits my life,
oh, so right:
My Dixieland Delight.

Whitetail buck
deer munchin' on clover,
redtail hawk
settin' on a limb,
a chubby old groundhog,
croakin' bullfrog,
free as the feelin'
in the wind.
Home grown country girl
gonna give me a whirl
on a Tennessee Saturday night.
Lucky as a seven
livin' in heaven
with my Dixieland Delight.

It's a footstompin' tune, but I don't expect those of you in flyover land to understand.
<sniff>

Yep.

<blushes> 

Um, I actually liked that song - in about 1985.

I knew I liked you, Sparky.

<grins>

Aw, shucks. 

Thanks!  You're not so bad yourself, you know.  I'm pretty consistently amazed at how accurately your musical taste mirrors mine (not always reflecting well on either of us, btw).  Hee.

We drank entirely too much in those days, is all I have to say to that.

Oh, and quit it, you're giving poor lonely amie fits.

Oh, and quit it, you're giving poor lonely amie fits.

Read my mind.

<grin>  I'm getting more psycho by the day.  Always knew my hard work would pay off.

Frosti, you posted that at 7:11 on 7/11. Maybe it's some kind of omen. This must be your lucky day. Either that or you're destined to go to 7-11 for a Slurpee before the day is over.

Or maybe I just have Slurpee on the brain since I spent a good part of yesterday trying to scrub red Slurpee out of my carpet.

Wondering if there's a song about not wanting to clean up after other people anymore. If not, there should be.

Haven't had a Slurpee in years - decades maybe.  They made okay mixers.

Don't think so.  We could have a generic frozen drink.

 

margarita

of course, it's none of my business but a margarita just sounds better.

My friend told me about a drink called a Dirty Banana. It's a very ripe banana, ice, dark rum, kahlua, amaretto and baileys in a blender.

We can have margaritas/rocks and a Down and Dirty Banananahaha for desert.

sounds like one hell of an interesting drink, amie... tried it have you?

I haven't tried it. My friend just got back from Beaches Resort on Turks and Caicos
<sp?> island and she loved them. I'm hesitant to try altho she assures me that it's not esp sweet.

Especially not after the first few sips, when your tongue goes numb.

yes, please!  with extra olives.

mmmmmmm.

In some of my songs i have casually mentioned
The fact that i like to drink beer
This little song is more to the point
Roll out the barrel and lend me your ears

(Chorus:)
I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact i like beer
(he likes beer)

My wife often frowns when we're out on the town
And i'm wearing a suit and a tie
She's sipping vermouth and she thinks i'm uncouth
When i yell as the waiter goes by

(Chorus)

Last night i dreamed that i passed from the scene
And i went to a place so sublime
Aw, the water was clear and tasted like beer
Then they turned it all into wine

I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, and vodka puts my mouth in gear
Aw, this little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact i love beer
(yes, he likes beer)

Now you're talkin'.