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Postby Momma Snider » Wed 20 Aug, 2008 06:57 pm

Well, I'm a long tall Texan
I wear a ten-gallon hat.
(He rides from Texas with a big white hat.)
Well, I'm a long tall Texan
I wear a ten-gallon hat.
(He rides from Texas with a big white hat.)
The people look at me and say, "Hurrah, hurrah, is that your hat?"
Yeah.

Well, I'm a long, tall Texan
I ride a big white horse
(He rides from Texas on a big white horse.)
Well, I'm a long, tall Texan
I ride a big white horse
(He rides from Texas on a big white horse.)
The people look at me and say, "Hurrah, hurrah, is that your horse?"
Yeah.

Well, I'm a long tall Texan
I enforce justice for the law.
(He rides from Texas to enforce the law.)
Well, I'm a long tall Texan
I enforce justice for the law.
(He rides from Texas to enforce the law.)
The people look at me and say, "Hurrah, hurrah, is you the law?"
Yeah.

I just had this song stuck in my head yesterday and the day before. It was by the Kingsmen in 1963, but according to Google, it was also performed by the Beach Boys (!) in 1964, John Denver in 1974 or something, and Lyle Lovett in 1996.

I don't believe they said "Hurrah," though. To me it sounded like "Uhruh uhruh." But I was 10.

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Postby Binky » Wed 20 Aug, 2008 10:29 pm

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina;
Music would play and Felina would whirl.

Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.

One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wi-i-i-i-ind!
Dashing and daring,
A drink he was sharing
With wicked Felina,
The girl that I loved.

So in anger I

Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heart-beat;
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.

--Marty Robbins "El Paso"

Best lyrics in that song: "I picked a good one, it looked like could run," (referring to horses). HAhHAHAHAHAhahashAHAh!!!!

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Postby KareNin » Thu 21 Aug, 2008 09:27 am

A moment of respectful silence, if you will:

"El Paso" by Marty Robbins was the VERY FIRST RECORD I ever bought in my entire life. It was a 45 rpm; I was 11 years old, and I used my birthday money. My dad took me over to Canal View Pharmacy and I bought that record and a new box of Crayolas.

All right, you may resume the game while I sit over here in the corner and drool vacantly...
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Postby Momma Snider » Thu 21 Aug, 2008 06:15 pm

AAAHHH! I can use the first record I ever bought!

My daddy is president, what does your daddy do?
I live in a big white house on Pennsylvania Avenue!
I always hide behind the desk in Daddy's den
When I play hide & seek with Secret Service men.

At Daddy's first press conference I made news
Wearing Mommy's high-heeled shoes
And every time I'm able
I'm under the conference table

My daddy is president, I had a busy day
I'm learning the alphabet: ABCD - JFK!
I don't play house, I play the game of government,
'Cause my daddy is the president!

"My Daddy Is President" by Little Somebody (Joanne?) 1962
The first 45 rpm record I ever owned, when I was 9

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Postby KareNin » Fri 22 Aug, 2008 11:05 am

Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it couldn't last
Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona
For some California Grass

Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged

Get back Jojo, go home
Get back, get back, back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back, back to where you once belonged
Get back Jo

Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman
But she was another man
All the girls around her say she's got it coming
But she gets it while she can

Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged

Get back Loretta, go home
Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged
Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged

Get back Loretta your mommy's waiting for you
Wearing her high-heeled shoes and her low-neck sweater
Get back home Loretta

Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged
Oh get back, get back, get back oh yeah


"Get Back" by The Beatles (Well, SOR-REEEE!)
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Postby stephsterr » Fri 22 Aug, 2008 11:52 am

Girls, I know you will understand this, and feel the intrinsic, incredible emotion. You have just pulled over your head the worn, warm sweater belonging to A Boy. Now you haven't had a passionate kissing session or anything, but you got to go on a camping trip with him and eight other people from school, and you practically slept together, your sleeping bag right next to his, and you woke in the night to watch him as he slept, but you couldn't see anything 'cause it was dark, so you just lay there and listened to his breathing, and wondered if your heart might burst.

The sweater has that slightly goat-like smell which all teenage boys possess, and that smell will lovingly transfer to all your other clothes. If you get to keep it for a few days, you can sleep with it, but don't let your mom see because she'll say, 'What is that filthy thing, and who does it belong to besides the trashman?' .... So you have to keep it under the covers, with you. You can kind of lie it beside you, or wrap it around your waist, or touch it on your legs or whatever, but that's your business.

Now if the sweater has, like, reindeer on it, or is a funny colour like yellow

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Postby Strude » Fri 22 Aug, 2008 02:42 pm

Her name is Noel.
I had a dream about her.
She rings my bell.
I got gym class in half an hour.
Oh, how she rocks,
In Keds and tube socks.
But she doesn't know who I am.
And she doesn't give a damn about me.

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby.
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby.
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby,
With me.

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Postby KareNin » Mon 25 Aug, 2008 10:41 am

I was born in East Virginia,
North Carolina I did go
There I met a fair young maiden,

and her name I did not know
Oh her hair was dark and curly,
And her cheeks were rosy red
On her breast she wore white lilies,
Where I longed to lay my head
Molly, dear, go ask your mother,

If you my bride might ever be.
If she says no, come back and tell me, And I will run away with thee.
No, I'll not go ask my mother,
For she lies on her bed of rest.
In her hand she holds a dagger,
To kill the man that I love best.
The ocean's deep and I can't wade it,

and I have no wings to fly.
I'll just get some blue-eyed boatman,

for to row me o'er the tide.
I'll go back to East Virginia,
North Carolina ain't my home.
I'll go back to East Virginia,
Leave old North Carolina alone.
I don't want your green back dollar;

I don't want your watch and chain;
all I want is your heart darling.

Say you'll take me back again.

"East Virginia Blues" by A.P. Carter (old traditional folk dude)
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Postby Binky » Wed 27 Aug, 2008 10:32 am

I lost my lucky ball and chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattlin' on

She threw away her babydoll
I held on to my pride
But I was young and foolish then
I feel old and foolish now

Confidentially
She never called me babydoll
Confidentially
I never had much pride
But now I rock a barstool
And I drink for two
Just pondering this time bomb in my mind

--They Might Be Giants "Lucky Ball & Chain"

(KareNin, I only wish my first album had been a Marty Robbins. Sadly, I think my first was El DeBarge or Stacey Q or The Jets or something.)
"It's such a fine line between stupid and clever." -- David St. Hubbins

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Postby stephsterr » Wed 27 Aug, 2008 04:23 pm

HA! Bink, I thought of the SAME exact song! :D

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Postby KareNin » Wed 27 Aug, 2008 05:27 pm

(Thanks, Binky, but the Marty Robbins "El Paso" record was a single 45 rpm that cost, as I recall, 49 cents. My first wholentire vinyl, long-playing ALBUM, was by Peter, Paul & Mary, I think. They were $2.98 plus tax for "mono" and $3.98 plus tax for stereo. I didn't have that kind of money when I was 11!!!)
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Postby KareNin » Fri 29 Aug, 2008 09:13 am

He was sittin
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Postby Binky » Fri 29 Aug, 2008 10:33 pm

A plague in the workhouse
A plague on the poor
Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead
Yesterday, fever
Tomorrow, St. Peter
I'll feed on my drum until then

What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?

Set fire the foundation
And burn out the station
You'll never get nothing of mine
The pane of my window
Will flicker and glimmer
Leave only the stitching behind

Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?

I'll sing of the walls, of the well
And the house at the top of the hill
I'll sing of the bottles of wine
That we left on our old windowsill
I'll sing of the years you will spend
Getting sadder and older, oh love
And the cold, the oncoming cold

--Beirut "Cliquot"
"It's such a fine line between stupid and clever." -- David St. Hubbins

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Postby stephsterr » Sat 30 Aug, 2008 03:18 pm

Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons, and whattaya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter don'cha call me, cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

Tennessee Ernie Ford - Sixteen Tons

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Postby KareNin » Wed 01 Oct, 2008 08:10 pm

..............

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now you're gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
......
"A Boy Named Sue" by Johnny Cash
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Postby Binky » Sat 25 Oct, 2008 07:52 pm

He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh ohhh
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by rules
Oh ohhh
Girl don't play the fool--no

You're the one givin' up the love
Anytime he needs it
But you turn your back and then
He's off and runnin' with the crowd
You're the one to sacrifice
Anything to please him
Do you really think
He thinks about you when he's out?

--Paula Abdul "Cold-Hearted Snake"

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Postby KareNin » Sun 23 Nov, 2008 11:41 am

It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin'
Trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway
I was flyin'

Chorus
Yeah runnin' down a dream
That never would come to me
Workin' on a mystery, goin' wherever it leads
Runnin' down a dream

I felt so good like anything was possible
I hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes
The last three days the rain was un-stoppable
It was always cold, no sunshine

(Repeat Chorus)

I rolled on as the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waitin' down this road
I'm pickin' up whatever's mine

("Runnin' Down a Dream" - Tom Petty, Jeff Lynne, Mike Campbell)
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Postby Momma Snider » Sun 23 Nov, 2008 12:06 pm

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long anytime
She goes away

Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know I know, I know, I know

Hey I'm gonna leave the young thing alone
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness everyday

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away


"Ain't No Sunshine" Bill Withers

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Postby stephsterr » Thu 11 Dec, 2008 07:07 am

...Come on darkness
Lay your body down on us
We've been calling you for so long now
We're weary of your name
Come on blackness
Let me breathe you in
'Cause with this clattering and din we are calling you
Brother, have you got a smoke
Or baby, have you got a dime
Seems like we're all a little down on our luck

And baby if you're workin' now out in Bakersfield
At some honky-tonk they call the Wagon Wheel
I feel swept and you feel rolled away
So come on darkness, I need you today
Come on blackness, let me breathe you in
'Cause with this clattering and din I am calling you
Come on darkness

"Come On Darkness by Camper van Beethoven

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Postby Momma Snider » Sun 21 Dec, 2008 10:58 pm

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence.

Narrow streets of cobbled stone
'Neath the cover of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
It split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence


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