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Post by slb2 on Aug 19, 2007 18:37:00 GMT -5
Jiminey, books! That song! And the next word...it's...a doozy.
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Post by booklady on Aug 19, 2007 19:16:21 GMT -5
Oh, gee!! I didn't really even think about the words. Nothing personal, I assure you! Just a Dylan song that I was thinking about in the context of something else. There MUST be a song with the word "judge" in it. In fact, Dylan's got one (of course ). He's going to be in RI, MA, and NH in four or five weeks. I may try to go see him.
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Post by slb2 on Aug 19, 2007 21:45:56 GMT -5
He's going to be in RI, MA, and NH in four or five weeks. I may try to go see him. [glow=red,2,300] May?[/glow] Pray tell, what could possibly keep you away?
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Post by booklady on Aug 20, 2007 6:38:00 GMT -5
Oh, I don't know. I love to worship from afar, I guess, but I suppose it's like buying even the lesser recordings -- must have the experience, so I'm sure I'll go.
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Post by Trusty on Aug 20, 2007 17:16:03 GMT -5
Well Good morning Judge How are you today ? I'm in trouble please put me away A pretty thing took a SHINE to me I couldn't stop her so I let it be
I couldn't stop her so I let it be
I couldn't stop her so I let it be
I couldn't stop her so I let it be.
He didn't do it He wasn't there
He didn't want it He wouldn't dare. Well good morning Judge Yes I'm back again
I'm in trouble so it's back to the pen
I found a car but I couldn't pay I fell in love and I drove it away
I fell in love and I drove it away
I fell in love and I drove it away
I fell in love and I drove it away.
He didn't do it He wasn't there
He didn't want it He wouldn't dare. I didn't do it I wasn't there I didn't want it I would'nt dare.
Alcatraz is like a home sweet home I'm so wanted and I'm never alone San Quentin is the place to be I'm so happy and I don't wanna be free
So happy I don't wanna be free
So happy I don't wanna be free
So happy I don't wanna be free
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Post by booklady on Aug 20, 2007 17:22:10 GMT -5
Lord the light or your love is shining, In the midst of the darkness shining, Jesus light of the world shine upon us, Set us free by the truth you now bring us, Shine on me, shine on me.
Shine Jesus shine Fill this land with the father's glory Blaze, spirit BLAZE, Set our hearts on fire Flow, river flow Flood the nations with grace and mercy Send forth your word Lord and let there be light.
Lord I come to your awesome presence, From the shadows into your radiance, By the blood I may enter your brightness, Search me, try me, consume all my darkness, Shine on me. shine on me.
As we gaze on your kindly brightness. So our faces display your likeness. Ever changing from glory to glory, Mirrored here may our lives tell your story. Shine on me. shine on me.
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Post by ozski on Aug 20, 2007 18:39:00 GMT -5
Awwww Books--that's an all time favorite. I used to be a youth group leader in the late 90's and the kids loved that one too. "Blaze Of Glory"
I wake up in the morning And I raise my weary head I got an old coat for a pillow And the earth was last night's bed I don't know where I'm going Only God knows where I've been I'm a devil on the run A six gun lover A candle in the wind When you're brought into this world They say you're born in sin Well at least they gave me something I didn't have to steal or have to win Well they tell me that I'm wanted Yeah I'm a wanted man I'm colt in your stable I'm what Cain was to Abel Mister catch me if you can I'm going down in a blaze of [glow=blue,2,300]glory [/glow]Take me now but know the truth I'm going down in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun You ask about my consience And I offer you my soul You ask If I'll grow to be a wise man Well I ask if I'll grow old You ask me if I known love And what it's like to sing songs in the rain Well,I've seen love come And I've seen it shot down I've seen it die in vain Shot down in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth 'Cause I'm going down in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm the devil's son Call me young gun Each night I go to bed I pray the Lord my soul to keep No I ain't looking for forgiveness But before I'm six foot deep Lord,I got to ask a favor And I'll hope you'll understand 'Cause I've lived life to the fullest Let the boy die like a man Staring down the bullet Let me make my final stand Shot down in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth I'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood and I'm no one's son Call me young gun I'm a young gun
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Post by slb2 on Aug 21, 2007 2:26:39 GMT -5
Glory Days
I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking in and he was walking out We went back inside sat down, had a few drinks but all he kept talking about was
CHORUS: Glory days well they'll pass you by Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days, glory days There's a girl that lives up the block back in school she could turn all the boys' heads Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed Her and her husband BOBBY well they split up I guess it's two years gone by now We just sit around talking about the old times, she says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about
CHORUS Think I'm going down to the well tonight and I'm going to drink till I get my fill And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it but I probably will Yeah just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of,
CHORUS
but time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days Glory Days
Bruce Springsteen
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Post by booklady on Aug 21, 2007 9:02:55 GMT -5
Too good to resist!! You may be an ambassador to England or France, You may like to gamble, you might like to dance, You may be the heavyweight champion of the world, You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the stage, You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage, You may be a business man or some high degree thief, They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk, You may be the head of some big TV network, You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame, You may be living in another country under another name But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may be a construction worker working on a home, You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome, You might own guns and you might even own tanks, You might be somebody's LANDLORD, you might even own banks But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride, You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side, You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair, You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk, Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk, You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread, You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy, You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy, You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray, You may call me anything but no matter what you say You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed You're gonna have to serve somebody. Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 21, 2007 12:45:54 GMT -5
Too, too easy for an aging hippy like me...
Landlord
Sung by Christy Moore
Here he comes, lookin' for the rent, His greedy yellow eyes and his tongue all bent,
PADLOCKED[/b] pockets and bad luck nose, Sniffin' 'round my doorway and goin' through my clothes.
Oh how could you treat me so cold? Got a mortgage on my body and the deeds of my soul.
I've a run-down room with a two-way roof. That man's a thief. I've even got the proof.
He likes to take, he doesn't like to give. I have to pay him rent just to have a place to live.
Hey you, I know you well; You run a rock-and-roll tavern and a greasy hotel.
You misuse a lot of people. You're such a greedy man. I have to put gloves on in case I touch your hand.
Oh how could you treat me so cold? Got a mortgage on my body and the deeds of my soul.
You go sneakin 'round windows to see what you can see. You unlock doors where you've got no right to be.
You're legs are weak. You've been tellin' lies. Some day somebody's gonna get wise.
You're gonna get evicted out in the street, No food in your belly and no shoes on your feet
You're gonna walk around from door to door But nobody's gonna want to see you anymore.
Oh how could you treat me so cold? Got a mortgage on my body and the deeds of my soul.
You're gonna wake up down here on the street, Bricks and mortar lyin' round your feet.
Treat me cold now, cold as you please Come next winter the two of us will freeze.
Oh landlord, How could you treat me so cold?
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 21, 2007 13:11:10 GMT -5
Glory DaysHer and her husband BOBBY well they split up Ditto ageing hippy etc. For my adoring fans who want to know why ever I returned from India I have to cite this song. I tried to interpret it into Hindi for some friends while we were in a cafe in Dehra Doon, which had a jukebox of American music. I got hopelessly bogged down in trying to explain "blues," and what has come to be called a road-trip nation, and hitchhiking, and Janis Joplin's voice (all hail the greatest blues singer ever...) ME & BOBBY MCGEE Janis Joplin - words and music by Kris Kristofferson Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train 'n' feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained It rode us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon[/b] out of my dirty red bandana An' played real soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers slappin' time an' crossin' Bobby's leg wi' mine We sang every song that driver knew, yeah Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' ain't nothin' if it ain't free, no no And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it But I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord! ------ instrumental break ------ La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah
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Post by Brit on Aug 21, 2007 13:36:22 GMT -5
padlocked? harpooned?
Where are we?
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Post by slb2 on Aug 21, 2007 16:28:32 GMT -5
I'm going with harpooned because I can think of a song with that word. But yeah, Brit. We did get a double-dose.
Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads A whale of a tale or two 'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved On nights like this with the moon above A whale of a tale and it's all true I swear by my tattoo There was Mermaid Minnie, met her down in Madagaskar She would kiss me, any time that I would ask her Then one evening her flame of love blew out Blow me down and pick me up! She swapped me for a trout Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads A whale of a tale or two 'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved On nights like this with the moon above A whale of a tale and it's all true I swear by my tattoo There was Typhoon Tessie, met her on the coast of Java When we kissed I bubbled up like molten lava Then she gave me the scare of my young life Well blow me down and pick me up! She was the captain's wife Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads A whale of a tale or two 'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved On nights like this with the moon above A whale of a tale and it's all true I swear by my tattoo Then there was Harpoon Hanna, had a look that spelled out danger My heart quivered, when she whispered "Hi there stranger!" Bought her trinkets a sailor can't afford and when I spent my last red cent she tossed me overboard Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads A whale of a tale or two 'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved On nights like this with the moon above A whale of a tale and it's all true... I swear by my TATTOO
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Post by ozski on Aug 21, 2007 17:40:58 GMT -5
The Who sang:
Me and my brother were talking to each other 'Bout what makes a man a man Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born We just couldn't understand
Our old man didn't like our appearance He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother We knew what we had to do We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo I'm a man now, thanks to you I expect I'll regret you But the skin graft man won't get you You'l be there when I die Tattoo
My dad beat me 'cause mine said "Mother" But my mother [glow=red,2,300]naturally[/glow] liked it and beat my brother 'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude And my mother thought that was extremely rude
Welcome to my life, tattoo We've a long time together, me and you I expect I'll regret you But the skin graft man won't get you You'll be there when I die Tattoo
Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over My wife is tattooed too A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too To you
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Post by Trusty on Aug 21, 2007 18:19:49 GMT -5
Easy. They're gonna put me in the MOVIES They're gonna make a big star out of me We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely And all I have to do is act naturally Well, I'll bet you I'm gonna be a big star Might win an Oscar you can't never tell The movies gonna make me a big star 'Cause I can play the part so well Well I hope you come and see me in the movies Then I know that you will plainly see The biggest fool that ever hit the big time And all I have to do is act naturally We'll make the scene about a man that's sad and lonely And beggin down upon his bended knee I'll play the part but I won't need rehearsin’ All I have to do is act naturally Well, I'll bet you I'm gonna be a big star Might win an Oscar you can't never tell The movies gonna make me a big star 'Cause I can play the part so well Well I hope you come and see me in the movies Then I know that you will plainly see The biggest fool that ever hit the big time And all I gotta do is act naturally ME & BOBBY MCGEE Janis Joplin - words and music by Kris Kristofferson Has anyone seen the video of Jerry Springer singing "Me and Bobby McGee"? I saw it on a news program one night showing how Springer used it to get into television. I can't find it on the web - someone must have it under TIGHT lock & key. Anyway, while I was researching this, I called up Wikipedia, and, at FIRST GLANCE saw the picture resembling someone who has a radio program on Saturday nights (must have been the face expression). (Remember - first glance only - don't look at it too long.)
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Post by Gracie on Aug 21, 2007 18:27:12 GMT -5
Don't you just LOVE this one! It always makes me turn it up and I'm singin' along just smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilin'............ Well Saturday night at 8 o'clock I know where I'm gonna go I'm gonna pick my baby up And take her to the picture show Everybody in the neighbourhood Is dressing up to be there too And we're gonna have a ball Just like we always do Saturday night at the movies Who cares what picture you see When you're hugging with your baby in the last row of the balcony Well there's technicolor and cinemascope A cast out of Hollywood And the popcorn from the candy stand Makes it all seem twice as good There's always lots of pretty girls With figures they don't try to hide But they never can compare To the girl sittin' by my side Saturday night at the movies Who cares what picture you see When you're hugging with your baby in the last row of the balcony Woah Saturday night at the movies Who cares what picture you see When you're hugging with your baby in the last row of the balcony Yeah, yeah, yeah Saturday night at the movies Who cares what picture you see When you're hugging with your baby in the last row of the balcony Oh man...the kids who only know movies at the malls and those type of theaters do NOT know what they missed....those old theaters with the velvet curtains and the big chandeliers and the balcony. Sigh.
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 21, 2007 22:39:17 GMT -5
padlocked? harpooned? Where are we? Well slb did Glory Days and highlighted BOBBY So I offered Bobby McGee and asked for harpoon because I was thinking of Moby Dick (the news is full of our new baby whale) before I realized that Moby Dick isn’t a song. Then the Bookie did You may be a construction worker working on a home, You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome, You might own guns and you might even own tanks, You might be somebody's LANDLORD, you might even own banks to which I responded with the activist “Landlord” and highlighted “padlocked” because I was thinking of Hadlock Padlock by Kimya Dawson, a local "anti-folk" singer/songwriter. Hadlock Padlock is a powerful and tragic story. If she calms down and raises her new daughter and studies music she'll become a wonderful voice and songwriter.
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 21, 2007 22:48:02 GMT -5
Don't you just LOVE this one! It always makes me turn it up and I'm singin' along just smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilin'............ Well there's technicolor and cinemascope A cast out of Hollywood And the popcorn from the candy stand Makes it all seem twice as good Saturday night at the movies The Supremes recorded this, but I don't know who wrote it: My baby likes buttered popcorn He likes it greasy And sticky And gooey And salty I said what do you like He says you know what I like I like buttered popcorn He took me to a show He said he wanted some more I said kiss me please He said after I eat I said what do you like He says you know what I like I like buttered popcorn For breakfast, lunch and a dinner too He eats buttered popcorn Well it worries me so I don't know what to do When I asked him what was happenin' in the world today He said more butter, more butter, more butter, more My baby likes buttered popcorn He likes it greasy And sticky And gooey And salty I said what do you like He says you know what I like I like buttered popcorn For breakfast, lunch and a dinner too He eats buttered popcorn Well it worries me so I don't know what to do When I asked him What was happenin' in the world today He said more butter, more butter, more butter, more My baby likes buttered popcorn He likes it greasy And sticky And gooey And salty I said what do you like He says you know what I like I like buttered popcorn
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Post by slb2 on Aug 22, 2007 0:25:02 GMT -5
padlocked? harpooned? Where are we? Well slb did Glory Days and highlighted BOBBY So I offered Bobby McGee and asked for harpoon because I was thinking of Moby Dick (the news is full of our new baby whale) before I realized that Moby Dick isn’t a song. Then the Bookie did You may be a construction worker working on a home, You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome, You might own guns and you might even own tanks, You might be somebody's LANDLORD, you might even own banks to which I responded with the activist “Landlord” and highlighted “padlocked” because I was thinking of Hadlock Padlock by Kimya Dawson, a local "anti-folk" singer/songwriter. Hadlock Padlock is a powerful and tragic story. If she calms down and raises her new daughter and studies music she'll become a wonderful voice and songwriter. psstt, Seattle-sweetie, when books offered her song, it was in response to my song. Her song contained the Bobby word. Now we're doing worried, offered by you! I know it's tough, but once someone's offered, you don't get to really offer another, although I have alluded to other possible songs because I couldn't resist. It's always hard to resist. Has anyone seen Brutskie around?
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Post by SeattleDan on Aug 22, 2007 1:02:12 GMT -5
Via Van Morrison, a traditional song:
(Traditional)
Oh it takes a worried man, sing a worried song Takes a worried man, come sing a little worried song Well it takes a worried man to sing a worried song I'm worried now, won't be worried long
I went down to the riverside and I laid me down to sleep Went down to the riverside, laid me down to sleep, Lord A-well I went down to the riverside, laid me down to sleep When I woke up there were shackles on both-a my FEET Hit it!
(Chorus) It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song It takes a worried man (come) to sing a worried song Yeah, it takes a worried man, yeah, to sing a worried song I'm worried now but I won't be worried long Worry for me!
(Instrumental)
I said, "Judge (judge) judge, what's a-gonna be my fine?" I said, "Judge (judge) judge (judge) tell me what's gonna be my fine? I said, "Judge (judge) judge (judge) tell me what's gonna be my fine? He said, "Twenty-one years (oh) on that old Rock Island Line
Oh well it takes a worried man, to sing a worried song Takes a worried man, to sing a worried song Yeah, it takes a worried man, to sing a worried song I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long Sing it one more time!
It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song, my Lord It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song
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Post by slb2 on Aug 22, 2007 9:46:38 GMT -5
Five foot two, eyes of blue...no, that's not close enough These boots were made for walking, and that's just what they'll do...still, not close enough.
Hmmmm.
Hey look me over, lend me an ear....wrong body part.
You've got me down on my knees...closer, but not low enough.
Got it!
Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead People stand the noise All the little toys Put some more COKE on the fire
Stomp your hands Clap your feet Stomp your hands To the beat Stomp your hands Clap your feet Stomp your hands To the beat
Mixed up kids lookin' for that night They're getting higher everything in sight, well alright The music's pretty loud Someone in the crowd Think they're gonna cause us a riot Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stomp your hands Clap your feet Stomp your hands To the beat, oh Stomp your hands Clap your feet Stomp your hands To the beat
Rock on, rock on, rock on
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 22, 2007 11:55:06 GMT -5
Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead People stand the noise All the little toys Put some more COKE on the fire[/i][/quote] Neil Young, "This Note's For You"Don't want no cash Don't need no money Ain't got no stash This note's for you. Ain't singin' for Pepsi Ain't singin' for CokeI don't sing for nobody Makes me look like a JOKE[/color] This note's for you. Ain't singin' for Miller Don't sing for Bud I won't sing for politicians Ain't singin' for Spuds This note's for you. Don't need no cash Don't want no money Ain't got no stash This note's for you. I've got the real thing I got the real thing, baby I got the real thing Yeah, alright.
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 22, 2007 11:59:55 GMT -5
psstt, Seattle-sweetie, when books offered her song, it was in response to my song. Her song contained the Bobby word. Now we're doing worried, offered by you! I know it's tough, but once someone's offered, you don't get to really offer another, although I have alluded to other possible songs because I couldn't resist. It's always hard to resist. Interesting. My screen, as I quoted, shows your song bolding "Bobby" and I can find none of Booklady's so doing. A mystery indeed.
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Post by Gracie on Aug 22, 2007 15:27:12 GMT -5
K, this is what immediately came to mind...
I started a joke, which started the whole world crying, but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.
I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing, oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.
I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes, and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.
Til I finally died, which started the whole world living, oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.
I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes, and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.
'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living, oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me....
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Post by slb2 on Aug 22, 2007 16:27:07 GMT -5
I wanted to post Where Did Our Love Go? by Soft Cell, but their word is hurt, your word is hurting (me so bad).
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Post by booklady on Aug 23, 2007 7:21:43 GMT -5
psstt, Seattle-sweetie, when books offered her song, it was in response to my song. Her song contained the Bobby word. Now we're doing worried, offered by you! I know it's tough, but once someone's offered, you don't get to really offer another, although I have alluded to other possible songs because I couldn't resist. It's always hard to resist. Interesting. My screen, as I quoted, shows your song bolding "Bobby" and I can find none of Booklady's so doing. A mystery indeed. I was responding to "Bobby," not offering it, so I didn't put Bobby in bold. I was then offering "landlord," which I did put in bold. Of course, Bobby is a bold kinda guy! Have I mentioned that I am planning to go see him in concert in Manchester, NH on October 5?
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Post by slb2 on Aug 23, 2007 9:53:30 GMT -5
Carpenters - Hurting Each Other Lyrics
No one in the world Ever had a love as sweet as my love For nowhere in the world Could there be a boy as true as you love
All my love I give gladly to you All your love You give gladly to me Tell me why then Oh why should it be that
We go on hurting each other We go on hurting each other Making each other cry Hurting each other Without ever knowing why
Closer than the leaves On a weepin' willow baby we are Closer dear are we Than the simple LETTERs "A" and "B" are
All my life I could love only you All your life You could love only me Tell me why than Oh why should it be that
We go on hurting each other We go on hurting each other Making each other cry Hurting each other Without ever knowing why
Can't we stop hurting each other Gotta stop hurting each other Making each other cry Breaking each other's heart Tearing each other apart
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 23, 2007 10:23:55 GMT -5
I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes, and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said. "hurtin'" and Country Western are practically synonymous. I vaguely remember even an early Bob Marley, complete with nasal noise and plunking 4/4 guitar singing something about hurtin'. I think Ray Price or Don Gibson recorded this. Mmmm. Come to think of it, Don Gibson wrote his own songs. Or something. Who did "I can't stop loving you," besides Ray Charles? Don't You Ever Get Tired? Hank Cochran You make my eyes run over all the time You're happy when I'm out of my mind You don't love me, but you won't let me be Don't you ever get tired of hurtin' me(Chorus) You must think I look bad with a smile For you haven't let me wear one In such a long, long while Still I keep running back, why must this be Don't you ever get tired of hurtin' me Someone must have hurt you long ago But why take REVENGE[/b] on one who loves you so You don't need me, but you won't let me be Don't you ever get tired of hurtin' me (Repeat chorus) Don't you ever get tired of hurtin' me
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 23, 2007 10:25:39 GMT -5
Carpenters - Hurting Each Other Lyrics Ah, mystery solved. Server lag. Sorry.
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Post by Seattle Taz on Aug 23, 2007 10:34:45 GMT -5
Than the simple LETTERs "A" and "B" are I think this is called "The Letter" but though I can hear it in my head, cannot think for the life of me who recorded it. Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain’t got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letterI don’t care how much money I gotta spend. I got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter Well she wrote me a letter, said she couldn’t live without me no more LISTEN[/b] Mister can’t you see I got to get back to my baby once more Anyway Yeah Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain’t got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter I don’t care how much money I gotta spend. I got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter Well she wrote me a letter, said she couldn’t live without me no more Listen Mister can’t you see I got to get back to my baby once more Anyway Yeah Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain’t got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I’m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter My Baby just wrote me a letter
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