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Chad Vader. This is a cack.

Patricia Routledge has a role in 'To Sir With Love'. And I always enjoyed her so as Hyacinth. Mr Dowdall, were you ever a 'Keeping Up Appearances' viewer? "It's Bouquet!"

I'm floating with the birds I'm talking to the weeds Look what you've done to me I'm still dressed up from the night before Silken hose and an old Parisian coat And I feel like a queen at the bus stop on the street Look what you've done to me It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto Finer than the day before The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say They know where the honey is There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto Birds of paradise are taller than me The weeds grow high, the birds flicker by Children are walking to school In the midst of all of this profusion The bus pu

Patti Smith live before Bob Dylan from an Australasian tour a few years ago. Her version of Ginsberg's 'Footnote To Howl' is spine tingling stuff. Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity! Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!

Great to see Mark Ibold there on bass!

Now, too much of nothing Can make a man feel ill at ease. One man's temper might rise While another man's temper might freeze. In the day of confession We cannot mock a soul. Oh, when there's too much of nothing, No one has control. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion Too much of nothing Can make a man abuse a king. He can walk the streets and boast like most But he wouldn't know a thing. Now, it's all been done before, It's all been written in the book, But when there's too much of nothing, Nobody should look. Say hello to Valerie S

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Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at, Or maybe it's the weather or something like that, But mama, you been on my mind. I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset, I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget." I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet, Mama, you been on my mind. Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow, Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow. It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow, But mama, you're just on my mind. I am not askin'

Baby let's get dressed up I got two pairs of shoes Darling you look so beautiful when your hair's all hung in jewels and sometimes I find it really hard to choose between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes When I'm high on batwings up by the silvery moon I think of a certain sad eyed king trapped in his golden room and I dream of a cold river on the way to come and sweep that king into this black and brown bay Well the water looks like jewelry when it's coming out the spout and nothing could make me feel better than a wet kiss on the mouth Fake I.D.'s and honeybees the jagged skylin

In this town television shuts off at two What can a lonely rock & roller do? Oh the bed's so big and the sheets are clean and your girlfriend said that you were 19 The styrofoam icebucket is full of ice Come up to my motel room and treat me nice I don't wanna make no late night New York calls and I don't wanna stare at them ugly grassmatt walls chronologically I know you're young but when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue I'll write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.P Come up to my motelroom and sleep with me There's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraid I'll put up th

Well, she's got Jet Pilot eyes from her hips on down. All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town. She's five feet nine and she carries a monkey wrench. She weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch. She got all the downtown boys, all at her command But you've got to watch her closely 'cause she ain't no woman She's a man.

The pawnbroker roared Also, so, so did the landlord The scene was so crazy, wasn't it? Both were so glad To watch me destroy what I had Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it? Why didn't you just leave me if you didn't want to stay? Why'd you have to treat me so bad? Did it have to be that way? Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say Yes, and you, I see you're still with her, well That's fine 'cause she's comin' on so strange, can't you tell? Somebody had better explain She's got her iron chain I'd do it, but I, I just can't remember how You talk to

Well, they say that Santa Fe Is less than ninety miles away, And I got time to roll a number and rent a car. Oh, Albuquerque. I've been flyin' down the road, And I've been starvin' to be alone, And independent from the scene that I've known. Albuquerque. So I'll stop when I can, Find some fried eggs and country ham. I'll find somewhere where they don't care who I am. Oh, Albuquerque, Albuquerque.

Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio She

See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain. Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowing through my brain. Signals curling on an open plain, rolling down the track again. See the sky about to rain. Some are bound for happiness, some are bound to glory Some are bound to live with less, who can tell your story? See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain. Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowin� through my brain. Signals curlin� on an open plain, rollin� down the track again. See the sky about to rain. I was down in dixie land, played a silver fiddle Played it loud and then

There once was a man who just couldn't cry He hadn't cried for years and for years Napalmed babies and the movie love story For instance could not produce tears As a child he had cried as all children will Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan Things got bad, but he couldn't cry His dog was run over, his wife up and left him And after that he got sacked from his job Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob His novel was refused, his movie was panned And his big Broadway show was a flop He got sent

Did the wine make her dream Of the far distant spring Or a bed full of hens Or the ghost of a friend All the while that she wept She had a gun by her bed And a letter he wrote From a dry, foundered boat And the train track will take All the wounded ones home And I