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Initial post: Jul 20, 2011 1:31:00 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 20, 2011 1:32:11 PM PDT
Here's part 2 of Song Lyric Tag, which just reached 10,000 posts. I'll tag myself to start the new and improved SON OF SONG LYRIC TAG!! Simply tag at least one word from the previous song lyric to add your own! Let's begin...

This is the end, Beautiful FRIEND
This is the end, My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane, All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...**** you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us X3
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

The End - The Doors

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGmAmJFUvzM

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 20, 2011 5:10:08 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 20, 2011 5:20:36 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
You're walkin' along the street, or you're at a party,
Or else you're alone and then you suddenly dig,
You're looking' in someone's eyes, you suddenly realize
That this could be the start of something big.

You're lunching at Twenty-One and watchin' your diet,
Declining a charlotte russe, accepting a fig,
When out of a clear blue sky, it's suddenly gal and guy,
And this could be the start of something big.

There's no controlling the unrolling of your fate, my FRIEND,
Who knows what's written in the magic book.
But when a lover you discover at the gate my friend,
Invite her in without a second look.

You're up in an aeroplane or dining at Sardi's,
Or at Malibu lying on the sand,
You suddenly hear a bell, and right away you can tell
That this could be the start of something grand.
This could be the start of something very big,

You're walkin' along the street, or you're at a party,
Or else you're alone and then you suddenly dig,
You're looking' in someone's eyes, you suddenly realize
That this could be the start of something big.

You're lunching at Twenty-One and watchin' your diet,
Declining a charlotte russe, accepting a fig,
When out of a clear blue sky, it's suddenly gal and guy,
And this could be the start of something big.

There's no controlling the unrolling of your fate, my FRIEND,
Who knows what's written in the magic book.
But when a lover you discover at the gate my friend,
Invite her in without a second look.

You're up in an aeroplane or dining at Sardi's,
Or lying at Malibu alone on the sand,
Then suddenly there he is, and you wanna be where he is,
And this must be the start of something...
This could be the heart of something...
This could be the start of something big.

This Could Be The Start of Something Big by various

this is Ella Frizgerald
http://youtu.be/TQdp77SveKg

Thank you David!!

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 20, 2011 7:54:28 PM PDT
My ship went down
In a sea of sound
When I woke up alone
I had everything

A handful of moments
I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare
That cut like a blade

In a city of fools
I was careful and cool
But they tore me apart
Like a hurricane

A handful of moments
I wished I could change
But I was carried away

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
And you can keep all your misery

My lungs gave out
As I faced the crowd
I think that keeping this up
Could be dangerous

I'm flesh and bone
I'm a rolling stone
And the experts say I'm delirious

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
You can take back your misery

Arrogant boy
Love yourself so no one has to
They're better off without you
(They're better off without you)
Arrogant boy
Cause a scene like you're supposed to
They'll fall asleep without you
You're lucky if your memory remains

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
You can take back your misery

Therapy, I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a FRIEND to me
You can choke on your misery

Therapy - All Time Low

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AKmOvKzlkI

______________________

My pleasure!

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 20, 2011 8:52:31 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 20, 2011 8:57:42 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
I go down to the brandy tree
Take my nose and my tail with me,
All for the world and the wind to see
And never come back no more.

Down in the meadowmarsh, deep and wide,
Tumble the tangle by my side,
All for the westing wind to run
And slide in the summer rain.

Sun, come follow my happy way;
Wind, come walk beside me.
Moon on the mountain, go with me:
A wondrous way I know.

I go down to the windy SEA
And the little grey seal will play with me;
Slide on the rock and dive in the bay
And sleep on the ledge at night.

But the seal don't try to tell me
How to fish in the windy blue:
Seals been fishing for a thousand years,
And he knows that I have too.

Sun, come follow my happy way;
Wind, come walk beside me.
Moon on the mountain, go with me:
A wondrous way I know.

When the frog goes down to the mud to sleep
And the lamprey hide in the boulders deep,
I take my nose and my tail and go
A hundred thousand hills.

Sun on the hill, come go with me,
Wind, come walk beside me.
Moon on the mountain, go with me:
A wondrous way I know.

Someday, down by the brandy tree,
I'll hear the Shepherd call for me;
Call me to leave my happy ways
And the shining world I know.

Sun on the hill, come go with me,
My days have all been free.
The pipes come laughing down the wind
And that's the way I go, That's the way for me.

The Brandy Tree by Gordon Bok

The world from the otter's point view.

Bok's version is not on Youtube but this is a cover.
http://youtu.be/rIIieQ-9GDg

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 20, 2011 10:28:40 PM PDT
Texas Woman says:
Won't say I love you, babe,
Won't say I need you, babe,
But I'm gonna get you babe
And I will not do you wrong.
Living's mostly wasting time
And I'll waste my share of mine
But it never feels to good,
So let's don't take to long.
You're soft as glass
And I'm a gentle man;
We got the sky to talk about
And the earth to lie upon.

Days, up and down they come
Like rain on a congadrum
Forget most, remember some
But don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
And nothin' is to much to bear.
Where you been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there.

To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the SLEEP out of your eyes.

Goodbye to all my friends

It's time to go again
Think of all the poetry
And the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here
The bottom's low
And the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think to much
On things you leave behind.
I will be gone
But it won't be long
I will be a'bringin' back the melodies
And rhythm that I find.

We all got holes to fill
Them holes are all that's real.
Some fall on you like a storm,
Sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make,
Time is yours to take;
Some sail upon/dive into the SEA,
Some toil upon the stone.

To live is to fly
Low and high,
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes;

Shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eyes.

To Live Is To Fly - Townes Van Zandt
Thanks, David!!!

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 21, 2011 6:17:48 AM PDT
Val H. says:
When I woke up today, the air was very strange
I couldn't feel my skin and there was evil in my bones
I tried to speak but found that I didn't have a voice
It was a prison like the one you would find in the twilight zone

And I feel just like Sigourney Weaver
When she had to kill those aliens
And one guy tried to get them back to the earth
And she couldn't believe her ears

So I was taken or I went towards what was west
Where the ground was dead and struck out at the giant sky
The sky was black and filled with tiny silver holes
And it was there with the frightened voice that I began to cry out loud

I feel just like Winona Ryder
In that movie about vampires
And she couldn't get that accent right
Neither could that other guy

And I feel just like I am on Jupiter
One man looks LIKE RAINbows, sure
But it doesn't lend itself to life
And I haven't finished yet

Sigourney Weaver - John Grant

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wsdC74-t2s

Well done David! I was so worried I had stuffed up the ending of Thread 1. So glad you were able to end and re-start. Long live "Son of ..."

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 21, 2011 7:35:28 AM PDT
Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it but it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm receiving pain
A lack of oxygen from my life support
My iron lung

We're too young to fall asleep
Too cynical to speak
We are losing it, can't you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century *****
And we are grateful for our iron lung

The headshrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

The headshrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out we'll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung

The headshrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

The headshrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's okay

And if you're FRIGHTENED
You can be frightened
You can be, it's okay

The headshrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

The headshrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon

My Iron Lung - Radiohead

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDhV5OTsnzY

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 21, 2011 5:50:49 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 21, 2011 6:04:08 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
As I pretty
As of the band
Lowercase letter S
Spray painted red
It's spray painted red
Yeah, your little arms
Swing on monkey bars
In search of your plot
Like pixelated scraps of chess mags in your HEAD
Lights

Like pixelated scraps of chess mags in your head
Lights, a career
Littered with ankle injuries
In the mid to late 1980s
As you're pretty
As of the band
Lowercase letter S
Like pixelated scraps of chess mags in your head
Lights

Like pixelated scraps of chess mags in your head
Watching
Unleashing begins
Next to zen, road crossings
My ancient old legs stick to leather and
Seed coverings
Watching
Unleashing begins
Through transparent things
Like pixelated scraps of chess mags in your head
Lights

Like pixelated scraps of chess mags in your head
Lights

Fujiya, Miyagi x34

Like pixelated scraps of chess mags in your head
Lights

Ankle Injuries by Fujiya and Miyagi

http://youtu.be/N5XVeENmLMk

A Belisha beacon ( /bəˈliːʃə/) is an amber-coloured globe lamp atop a tall black and white pole, marking pedestrian crossings of roads in the United Kingdom, Ireland and in other countries (e.g., Hong Kong, Malta) historically influenced by Britain. It was named after Leslie Hore-Belisha (1895-1957), the Minister of Transport who in 1934 added beacons to pedestrian crossings, marked by large metal studs in the road surface.

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 21, 2011 9:00:49 PM PDT
Texas Woman says:
What's gonna happen to CHESS Piece Face
There go I but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face

I don't know where he lives
Or if he knows to sail
Or if little schemes like this one ever cross his trail
But I don't believe he's dreaming
Or if he cares to know
So I shudder in my lampshade

So, what's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face
There I go but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face
Chess Piece Face
Chess Piece Face
Chess Piece Face

Chess Piece Face - They Might Be Giants

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 21, 2011 11:26:17 PM PDT
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In reply to an earlier post on Jul 21, 2011 11:57:43 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 21, 2011 11:59:54 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
Slip slidin' AWAY
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

I know a man
He came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman
Like a thorny crown
He said Dolores
I live in fear
My love for you's so overpowering
I'm afraid that I will disappear

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

I know a woman
Became a wife
These are the very words she uses
To describe her life
She said a good day
Ain't got no rain
She said a bad day's when I lie in bed
And think of things that might have been

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

And I know a fa-ther
Who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons
For the things he'd done
He came a long way
Just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and headed home again

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

God only knows
God makes his plan
The information's unavailable
To the mortal man
We're working our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway
When in fact we're slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
Mmm...

Slip Slidin' Away by Paul Simon

http://youtu.be/5_H-LY4Jb2M

Posted on Jul 22, 2011 12:04:48 AM PDT
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In reply to an earlier post on Jul 22, 2011 10:04:28 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 22, 2011 10:20:37 AM PDT
Texas Woman says:
Well
I'm a high straight in Plainview
Side bet in Idalou
An a fresh deck in New Deal
Yeah
Some call me high hand
An some call me low hand
But I'm holdin what I am...The Wheel

Chorus:
'Cause
I'm panhandlin
Man handlin
Post holin
High rollin
Dust Bowlin...Daddy

An I ain't got no blood veins
I just got them four lanes
Of hard...Amarillo HIGHWAY
Yeah
I don't wear no Stetson
But I'm willin to bet son
That I'm a big a Texan as you are
'Cause
There's a girl in her barefeet
'Sleep on the back seat
An that trunk is full of Pearl...and Lone Star

(chorus)

So
Gonna hop outta bed
Pop a pill in my head
Yeah, bust the Hub for the Golden Spread
Under blue skies
Gonna stuff my hide
Behind some power glide
An get some southern fried...back in my eyes

(chorus)

An close I'll ever get to heaven
Is makin' speed up ol' 87
Of that hard-ass...Amarillo Highway

Amarillo Highway - Terry Allen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-sHkhkHrNw

Robert Earl Keen's version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rw-VIlPy0yI

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 22, 2011 9:42:21 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 22, 2011 9:49:18 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
Beneath the water
that's falling from MY EYES
lays a soul I've left behind
the edge of sorrow was reached but now I'm fine
I've filled the hole I had inside

I'll pray it doesn't scream my name
so I light a flame and let it breathe
the air that kills the shame

I'm up
I'm down
like a rollercoaster racing through my life
I've erased the past again

a risky morning
I feel like I'm alive
I can't believe I've made it through this time
the edge of sorrow I lived in for some time
(lived in for some time)
has left the hole I have inside

The burden is I try my hate
was the last thing I ever felt
or thought I could escape

I'm up
I'm down
like a rollercoaster racing through my life
I've erased the past again
[x2]

You let me in then broke me down
the difference is this time around
I will not let you see me try

I'm up
I'm down
like a rollercoaster racing through my life
I've erased the past again
[x2]

Erased the past again now
Erased the past again

Beneath the water
that has fallen from my eyes

The Past by Sevendust

According to Casey Anthony's bodyguard this was Casey's favorite song before she was arrested in 2008. Creepy.

http://youtu.be/hJ6kKU8ml98

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 23, 2011 8:50:03 PM PDT
Texas Woman says:
I am a man of constant SORROW;
I've seen trouble all my day
I'm going back to California,
Place where I was partly raised.

All through this world, I'm bound to ramble.
Through storm and wind, through sleet and rain
I'm bound to ride that northern railroad,
Perhaps I'll take the very next train.

Your friends they say I am a stranger.
You'll never see my face no more.
There is just one promise that's given.
We'll sail on God's Golden Shore.

I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my day
I'm going back to California,
Place where I was partly raised.

Sorrow - Peter, Paul and Mary
This song has numerous titles and versions.
The authorship is not confirmed but the version called the "Farewell Song" is attributed to Dick Burnett, who was the first to record it in a song book 1913. Likely the song is much older......

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 24, 2011 2:11:20 AM PDT
Val H. says:
You've been so kind and generous,
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness I'm in debt to you
For your selflessness, my admiration
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound,
I'M BOUND TO thank you for it....

You've been so kind and generous,
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness I'm in debt to you
And I never could have come this far without you
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound,
I'm bound to thank you for it....

Oh, I want to thank you for so many gifts you gave
The love, the tenderness, I wanna thank you
I want to thank you for your generosity,
The love and the honesty that you gave me
I want to thank you, show my gratitude,
My love and my respect for you,
I wanna thank you

Oh I want to thank you, thank you, thank you,
Thank you, thank you, thank you...

Kind And Generous - Natalie Merchant

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdG618TMc5E

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 24, 2011 7:15:22 AM PDT
[Part I: Jesus of Suburbia ]

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room of my private womb
While the moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall IN DEBT
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
And doing someone else's cocaine

[Part II: City Of The Damned]

At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "home is were your heart is"
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
We're beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less

[Part III: I don't care]

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care [x5]

Everyone is so full of ****
Burn and raised by hipocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of Suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!

[Part IV: Dearly beloved]

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

[Part V: Tales of another broken home]

To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of ******* lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist

So I run
I run away
To the light of masochists
And I leave behind
This hurricane of ******* lies
And I walked this line
A million and one ******* times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame
I wont apologize

When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

Jesus of Suburbia - Green Day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SA8v3B1SxR0

This is the great 12 minute video. Be warned, it does contain a lot of adult content!

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 24, 2011 9:27:49 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 24, 2011 9:32:07 AM PDT
Omnireader says:
Ambush in the club tonight
You'll hear the sound of dynamite
The DJ won't get out alive
Sell your soul to Lady O
She's a voodoo queen from death radio
Barbarella broadcast area

Baby while you're dancin'
Don't forget tonight the city's burning
Baby while you're dancin'
Your steps are like a riot going on

She's actin' fine from nine to five
Working hard to feed the child
But our teen
Mum 's good for quaranteen
She got her soul trapped in a jar
I don't know why

Baby while you're dancin'
Don't forget tonight the city's burning
Baby while you're dancin'
Your steps are like a riot going on

This kind of SODA POP confusion
Is an under-current juice

It's time
to collect all
of the white collar's collarbones and to paint it black

It's time
to collect all
of the white collar's collarbones and to paint it black

Baby while you're dancin'
Don't forget tonight the city's burning
Baby while you're dancin'
Your steps are like a riot going on

Your steps are like a riot
(Baby while you're dancin' )

Ohhh, Your steps are like a riot going on
(Baby while you're dancin' )

Ohh wohohh
Ohhh
(Baby while you're dancin' )

(Sing this twice)
Papapalapa
(Baby while you're dancin' )
Papapalapa
Papalapapa
(Baby while you're dancin' )
Papalapapa

Soda Pop Confusion by Variety Lab

Jazzy rock very nice
http://youtu.be/SEeNQR6tkV8

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 24, 2011 10:37:53 AM PDT
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In reply to an earlier post on Jul 24, 2011 10:56:57 AM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 24, 2011 10:59:18 AM PDT
Texas Woman says:
Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Wednesday I watched the RIOT . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
'Cause, baby, I don't need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so

And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Hey, you know something people?
I'm not black
But there's a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I'm not white

Well, I seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yellin' "You can't understand me!"
'N all that other jazz they hand me
In the papers and TV and
All that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
(No matter if it's black or white)
Because he's out for blood tonight

You know we got to sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won't be many live
To see it really end
'Cause the fire in the street
Ain't like the fire in the heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don't you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now's the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain't no Great Society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn't free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't amount to nothin' more
Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor

Blow your harmonica, son!

Trouble Every Day - Frank Zappa
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiVFfOOm_GI

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 24, 2011 12:12:54 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 24, 2011 12:15:54 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.
Let's rock EVERYBODY, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,
the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Number forty-seven said to number three:
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me."
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Run, run, run, run

The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
way over in the corner weepin' all alone.
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square.
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair."
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake,
no one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break."
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix,
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks."
Let's rock Everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley

http://youtu.be/tpzV_0l5ILI

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 24, 2011 6:46:39 PM PDT
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In reply to an earlier post on Jul 24, 2011 8:20:04 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 24, 2011 8:26:53 PM PDT
Texas Woman says:
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling
Michael, they are taking you away,
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the Crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely harbor wall,
she watched the last STAR falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray,
for her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

Fields of Athenry - written by Pete St. John, recorded by many

Dropkick Murphys version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10agPj0Vzu4&feature=related

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 24, 2011 11:17:49 PM PDT
Last edited by the author on Jul 24, 2011 11:25:24 PM PDT
Omnireader says:
Good morning to you I hope you're feeling better baby
Thinking of me while you are far away
Counting the days until they set you FREE again
Writing this letter hoping you're okay

Saved you the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine every day
And we'll get to know each other for a second time
And then you can tell me 'bout your PRISON stay...

Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!

It's gonna to be good to have you back again with me
Watching the laughter play around your eyes
Come up and fetch you, saved up for the train fare money
Kiss and make up and it will be so nice...

Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!

Walking the way we used to walk
And it could be so nice...
We're talking the way we used to talk
And it could be so nice...

It's gonna be good to have you back again with me
Watching the laughter play around your eyes
Come up and fetch you, saved up for the train fare money
Kiss and make up and it will be so nice...

Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!
Feels so good...
You're coming home soon!

Care of Cell 44 by the Zombies

http://youtu.be/afrdo2qneoI

Note to DM
Jailhouse Rock
I always figured that "number 47" was a guy and "number 3" was a female.
The song was about a county jail, the prisoners had escaped their cells and were co-mingling.

In reply to an earlier post on Jul 25, 2011 6:49:40 AM PDT
Val H. says:
Show me a PRISON, show me a jail
Show me a prisoner whose face has grown pale
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or I

Show me the alley, show me the train
Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain
And I'll show you a young man
With many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or I

Show me the whiskey stains on the floor
Show me a drunk as he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you a young man
With many so reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or I

Show me a country where bombs had to fall
Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall
And I'll show you a young land
With many reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or I
You or I

There But For Fortune - written by Phil Ochs. I like Joan Baez's version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfDeouWytH8
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