mountain bed Posted July 4, 2006 Share Posted July 4, 2006 Red and white/ blue suede shoes I'm Uncle Sam/ how do ya do? Gimme five/ I'm still alive Ain't no luck/ I learned to duck Check my pulse/ it don't change Stay seventy-two/ come shine or rain Wave the flag/ pop the bag Rock the boat/ skin the goat Wave that flag Wave it wide and high Summertime done come and gone My,oh my I'm Uncle Sam/ that's who I am Been hidin' out/ in a rock-n-roll band Shake the hand that shook the hand Of P.T. Barnum/ and Charlie Chan Shine your shoes/ light your fuse Can you use/ them ol' U.S. Blues? I'll drink your health/ share your wealth Run your life/ steal your wife Wave that flag Wave it wide and high Summertime done come and gone My,oh my Back to back/ chicken shack Son of a gun/ better change your act We're all confused/ what's to lose? You can call this song THE UNITED STATES BLUES Wave that flag Wave it wide and high Summertime done come and gone My,oh my ...sorry for the handout Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted July 4, 2006 Share Posted July 4, 2006 While digesting Reader's DigestIn the back of a dirty book store,A plastic flag, with gum on the back,Fell out on the floor.Well, I picked it up and I ran outsideSlapped it on my window shield,And if I could see old Betsy RossI'd tell her how good I feel. But your flag decal won't get youInto Heaven any more.They're already overcrowdedFrom your dirty little war.Now Jesus don't like killin'No matter what the reason's for,And your flag decal won't get youInto Heaven any more. Well, I went to the bank this morningAnd the cashier he said to me,"If you join the Christmas clubWe'll give you ten of them flags for free."Well, I didn't mess around a bitI took him up on what he said.And I stuck them stickers all over my carAnd one on my wife's forehead. But your flag decal won't get youInto Heaven any more.They're already overcrowdedFrom your dirty little war.Now Jesus don't like killin'No matter what the reason's for,And your flag decal won't get youInto Heaven any more. Well, I got my window shield so filledWith flags I couldn't see.So, I ran the car upside a curbAnd right into a tree.By the time they got a doctor downI was already dead.And I'll never understand why the manStanding in the Pearly Gates said... "But your flag decal won't get youInto Heaven any more.We're already overcrowdedFrom your dirty little war.Now Jesus don't like killin'No matter what the reason's for,And your flag decal won't get youInto Heaven any more." Link to post Share on other sites
lizish Posted July 5, 2006 Share Posted July 5, 2006 Richard Buckner and Edgar Lee Masters - A.D Blood I staggered on through darknessThere was a hazy sky A few starsWhich I followed as best I couldIt was nine o Link to post Share on other sites
timbits Posted July 6, 2006 Author Share Posted July 6, 2006 He had 3 whole dollarsA worn out carAnd a wife who wasLeaving for goodLife's made of troubleWorry pain and struggleShe wrote good bye inThe dust on the hoodThey found a a map of MissouriLipstick on the glassThey must of leftIn the middle of the nite And I want to knowThe same thingEveryone wants to knowHow's it going to end? Behind a smoke coloredCurtain, the girlDisappeared, they found outThe ring was a fakeA tree born crookedWill never grow straightShe sunk like a hammer in to the lakeA long lost letter andAnd old leaky boatPromises are never meantTo keep And I want to knowThe same thingI want to knowHow's it going to end? The barn leaned overThe vultures dried their wingsThe moon climbed up an empty skyThe sun sank down behind the treeOn the hillThere's a killer and he's comingThru the ryeBut maybe he's the FatherOf that lost little girlIt's hard to tell in this light And I want to knowThe same thingEveryone wants to knowHow's it going to end? Drag your wagon and your plowOver the bones of the deadOut among the roses and the weedsYou can never go backAnd the answer is noAnd wishing for it onlyMakes it bleed Joel Tornabene was brokenOn the wheelShane and Bum Mahoney on the lambThe grain was as goldAs Sheila's hairAll the way from LiverpoolWith all we could stealHe was robbed of twenty dollarsHis body found strippedCast into the harbourThere and drowned And I want to knowThe same thingEveryone wants to knowHow's it going to end? The sirens are snaking theirWay up the hillIt's last call somewhere inThe worldThe reptiles blend in with theColor of the streetLife is sweet at the edgeOf a razorAnd down in the front row ofAn old picture showThe old man is asleepAs the credits start to roll And I want to knowThe same thingWe all want to knowHow's it going to end? Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted July 6, 2006 Share Posted July 6, 2006 I went home with the waitressThe way I always doHow was I to knowShe was with the Russians, too? I was gambling in HavanaI took a little riskSend lawyers, guns and moneyThey'll get me out of this, yeah I'm the innocent bystanderSomehow I got stuckBetween the rockand a hard placeAnd I'm down on my luckYes I'm down on my luckWell I'm down on my luck I'm hiding in HondurasI'm a desperate manSend lawyers, guns and moneyThe shit has hit the fan Send lawyers, guns and moneySend lawyers, guns and moneySend lawyers, guns and moneySend lawyers, guns and money Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Laminated Kat Posted July 10, 2006 Share Posted July 10, 2006 If you hate the taste of wineWhy do you drink it until you Link to post Share on other sites
mountain bed Posted July 11, 2006 Share Posted July 11, 2006 Lime and limpid green,a second sceneA fight between the blue you once knewFloating down, the sound resoundsAround the icy waters undergroundJupiter and Saturn,Oberon,Miranda and TitaniaNeptune,Titan,stars can frighten Lime and limpid green,a second sceneA fight between the blue you once knewFloating down,the sound resoundsAround the icy waters undergroundJupiter and Saturn,Oberon,Miranda,and TitaniaNeptune,Titan,stars can frighten Blinding signs flapFlicker,flicker,flicker blam,POWStairway scare,Dan Dare,who's there? Lime and limpid green,the sounds surroundThe icy waters underLime and limpid green,the sounds surroundThe icy waters underground RIP Syd Link to post Share on other sites
Lammycat Posted July 12, 2006 Share Posted July 12, 2006 I used to seriously dig this tune as a young lad. I'd like to hear again soon: I've been walkin' these streets so longSingin' the same old songI know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of BroadwayWhere hustle's the name of the gameAnd nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rainThere's been a load of compromisin'On the road to my horizonBut I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me Like a rhinestone cowboyRiding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeoLike a rhinestone cowboyGetting cards and letters from people I don't even knowAnd offers comin' over the phone Well, I really don't mind the rainAnd a smile can hide all the painBut you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the long wayAnd I dream of the things I'll doWith a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoeThere'll be a load of compromisin'On the road to my horizonBut I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me Like a rhinestone cowboyRiding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeoRhinestone cowboyGettin' cards and letters from people I don't even knowAnd offers comin' over the phone Like a rhinestone cowboyRiding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo FADELike a rhinestone cowboyGettin' card and letters from people I don't even know Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted July 12, 2006 Share Posted July 12, 2006 Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!Move y'self to go againCold water in the faceBrings you back to this awful placeKnuckle merchants and you bankers, tooMust get up an' learn those rulesWeather man and the crazy chiefOne says sun and one says sleetA.M., the F.M. the P.M. tooChurning out that boogalooGets you up and gets you outBut how long can you keep it up?Gimme Honda, Gimme SonySo cheap and real phonyHong Kong dollars and Indian centsEnglish pounds and Eskimo pence You lot! What?Don't stop! Give it all you got!You lot! What?Don't stop! Yeah! Working for a rise, better my stationTake my baby to sophisticationShe's seen the ads, she thinks it's niceBetter work hard - I seen the priceNever mind that it's time for the busWe got to work - an' you're one of usClocks go slow in a place of workMinutes drag and the hours jerk "When can I tell 'em wot I do?In a second, maaan...oright Chuck!" Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the bossIt's our profit, it's his lossBut anyway lunch bells ringTake one hour and do your thanng!Cheeesboiger! What do we have for entertainment?Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavementNow the news - snap to attention!The lunar landing of the dentist conventionItalian mobster shoots a lobsterSeafood restaurant gets out of handA car in the fridgeOr a fridge in the car?Like cowboys do - in T.V. land You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh? So get back to work an' sweat some moreThe sun will sink an' we'll get out the doorIt's no good for man to work in cagesHits the town, he drinks his wagesYou're frettin', you're sweatin'But did you notice you ain't gettin'?Don't you ever stop long enough to start?To take your car outta that gearDon't you ever stop long enough to start?To get your car outta that gearKarlo Marx and Fredrich EngelsCame to the checkout at the 7-11Marx was skint - but he had senseEngels lent him the necessary pence What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!! Luther King and Mahatma GandhiWent to the park to check on the gameBut they was murdered by the other teamWho went on to win 50-nilYou can be true, you can be falseYou be given the same rewardSocrates and Milhous NixonBoth went the same way - through the kitchenPlato the Greek or Rin Tin TinWho's more famous to the billion millions?News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up BudgieOooohh...bub-bye Magnificence!! FUCKING LONG, INNIT? Link to post Share on other sites
Sid Hartha Posted July 12, 2006 Share Posted July 12, 2006 I've got to know, yes, I've got to know, friendHungry lips ask me wherever I goComrades and friends all falling around meI've got to know, yes, I've got to know. Why do your war boats ride on my waters?Why do your death bombs fall from my skies?Why do you burn my farm and my town down?I've got to know, friend, I've got to know What makes your boats haul death to my people?Nitro blockbusters, big cannons and guns?Why doesn't your ship bring food and some clothing?I've sure got to know, folks, I've sure got to know Why can't my two hands get a good pay job?I can still plow, plant, I can still sowWhy did your lawbook chase me off my good land?I'd sure like to know, friend, I've just got to know What good work did you do, sir, I'd like to ask you,To give you my money right out of my hands?I built your big house here to hide from my people,Why you crave to hide so, I'd love to know You keep me in jail and you lock me in prison,Your hospital's jammed and your crazyhouse full,What made your cop kill my trade union worker?You'll hafta talk plain 'cause I sure have to know Why can't I get work and cash my big paycheck?Why can't I buy things in your place and your store?Why do you close my plant down and starve all my buddies?I'm asking you, sir, 'cause I've sure got to know Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted July 13, 2006 Share Posted July 13, 2006 my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has triedswapping your blood with formaldehyde?monsters?whiskey-plied voices cried fratricidejesus don't you know that you could've died(you should've died)with the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth and she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoesand she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruiseshe's got an old death kit she's been meaning to useshe's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for youshe's got blood in her eyes for you certain fads, stripes and plaids, singles adsthey run you hot and cold like a rheostat, i mean a thermostatso you bite on a towelhope it won't hurt too bad my dewy-eyed disney bride, what has triedswapping your blood with formaldehyde?what monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth and she says i like long walks and sci-fi moviesif you're six foot tall and east coast bredsome lonely night we can get togetherand i'm gonna tie your wrists with leatherand drill a tiny hole into your head Link to post Share on other sites
lizish Posted July 13, 2006 Share Posted July 13, 2006 Andre Either, Christopher Sandes, Pickles & Price In With The Prim Out with the Cherry pickerOut with the HoneydripperOut with the Fairy dipperIn with the prim Out with the HustlersOut with the Crack pushersOut with the Jerry-riggersIn with the prim I Link to post Share on other sites
trevor Posted July 14, 2006 Share Posted July 14, 2006 made a man out of mea killing machineyour baby's gonna die mayour babyis coming home,you know they put a man on the moonsimply to prove that we all need someplace to gowhere we're not knownwhere we're not and to a lesser degreei can recall breathing easy,but the deficit rollsbuilt up i supposedpicking up the piecesof another fucked up reasonfor selling off some freedom that was never free,never absolutely,never absolutely made a mess out of mea killing machinesometimes if i need them,if i look hard enough to see themi can find my feet,so i push against gravity,in and out of having thembeing led by defeat,so one more time is all i need. Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted July 14, 2006 Share Posted July 14, 2006 First heard this from ric von schmidt. he lives in cambridge.Rics a blues guitar player.I met him one day on the green pastures of the harvard university. Baby let me follow you downBaby let me follow you downWell Ill do anything in this godalmighty worldIf you just let me follow you down. Can I come home with youBaby can I come home with you?Yes Ill do anything in this godalmighty worldIf you just let me come home with you. Baby let me follow you downBaby let me follow you downWell Ill do anything in this godalmighty worldIf you just let me follow you down. Yes Ill do anything in this godalmighty worldIf you just let me follow you down. Link to post Share on other sites
Gobias Industries Posted July 14, 2006 Share Posted July 14, 2006 Half a mile from the county fairAnd the rain keep pourin' downMe and Billy standin' thereWith a silver half a crownHands are full of a fishin' rodAnd the tackle on our backsWe just stood there gettin' wetWith our backs against the fence Oh, the waterOh, the waterOh, the waterHope it don't rain all day And it stoned me to my soulStoned me just like Jelly RollAnd it stoned meAnd it stoned me to my soulStoned me just like goin' homeAnd it stoned me Then the rain let up and the sun came upAnd we were gettin' dryAlmost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us bySo we jumped right in and the driver grinnedAnd he dropped us up the roadWe looked at the swim and we jumped right inNot to mention fishing poles Oh, the waterOh, the waterOh, the waterLet it run all over me And it stoned me to my soulStoned me just like Jelly RollAnd it stoned meAnd it stoned me to my soulStoned me just like goin' homeAnd it stoned me On the way back home we sang a songBut our throats were getting dryThen we saw the man from across the roadWith the sunshine in his eyesWell he lived all alone in his own little homeWith a great big gallon jarThere were bottles too, one for me and youAnd he said Hey! There you are Oh, the waterOh, the waterOh, the waterGet it myself from the mountain stream And it stoned me to my soulStoned me just like Jelly RollAnd it stoned meAnd it stoned me to my soulStoned me just like goin' homeAnd it stoned me Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted July 14, 2006 Share Posted July 14, 2006 I loved the Morrison song. Beautiful lyrics. Back to the gutter.... Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.But I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.But I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get stoned. They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.They'll stone ya when you are young and able.They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.They'll stone you when you are walking home.They'll stone you and then say you are brave.They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.But I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get stoned. Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Speed Racer Posted July 15, 2006 Share Posted July 15, 2006 You only got one finger leftAnd its pointing at the doorAnd youre taking for grantedWhat the lords made on the floorSo Im picking up the piecesAnd Im putting them up for saleThrow your meal ticket out the windowPut your skeletons in jail cause lord only knows its getting lateYour senses are gone so dont you hesitateTo give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fallThrowing your two bit cares down the drain Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick manYou will do whatever you please and Ill do whatever I canTitantic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pinkDont call us when the new age gets old enough to drink cause lord only knows its getting lateYour senses are gone so dont you hesitateMove on up the hill theres nothing dead left to killThrowing your two bit cares down the drain Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelayJust passing throughOdelay, odelay, odelay, odealy Going back to houstonDo the hotdog danceGoing back to houstonTo get me some pants..... Link to post Share on other sites
Analogman Posted July 15, 2006 Share Posted July 15, 2006 Now, when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looksThe night is so black that the darkness cooksDon't you come creepin' around - makin' me do things I don't want to Can't believe that you need my love so badCome sneakin' around tryin' to drive me madBustin' in on my dreams - making me see things I don't wanna see 'Cause you're the Green Manalishi with the two prong crownAll my tryin' is up - all your bringin' is downJust taking my love then slippin' away Leavin' me here just tryin' to keep from following you Link to post Share on other sites
aricandover Posted July 15, 2006 Share Posted July 15, 2006 I'm waiting and diversing I'm collecting...diversing information...liberation...Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!Manifesto on my window and my fruit...rotation...admiration...outline my root...Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted July 17, 2006 Share Posted July 17, 2006 Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',I was layin' in bedWond'rin' if she'd changed at allIf her hair was still red.Her folks they said our lives togetherSure was gonna be roughThey never did like Mama's homemade dressPapa's bankbook wasn't big enough.And I was standin' on the side of the roadRain fallin' on my shoesHeading out for the East CoastLord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,Tangled up in blue. She was married when we first metSoon to be divorcedI helped her out of a jam, I guess,But I used a little too much force.We drove that car as far as we couldAbandoned it out WestSplit up on a dark sad nightBoth agreeing it was best.She turned around to look at meAs I was walkin' awayI heard her say over my shoulder,"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"Tangled up in blue. I had a job in the great north woodsWorking as a cook for a spellBut I never did like it all that muchAnd one day the ax just fell.So I drifted down to New OrleansWhere I happened to be employedWorkin' for a while on a fishin' boatRight outside of Delacroix.But all the while I was aloneThe past was close behind,I seen a lot of womenBut she never escaped my mind, and I just grewTangled up in blue. She was workin' in a topless placeAnd I stopped in for a beer,I just kept lookin' at the side of her faceIn the spotlight so clear.And later on as the crowd thinned outI's just about to do the same,She was standing there in back of my chairSaid to me, "Don't I know your name?"I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,She studied the lines on my face.I must admit I felt a little uneasyWhen she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,Tangled up in blue. She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe"I thought you'd never say hello," she said"You look like the silent type."Then she opened up a book of poemsAnd handed it to meWritten by an Italian poetFrom the thirteenth century.And every one of them words rang trueAnd glowed like burnin' coalPourin' off of every pageLike it was written in my soul from me to you,Tangled up in blue. I lived with them on Montague StreetIn a basement down the stairs,There was music in the cafes at nightAnd revolution in the air.Then he started into dealing with slavesAnd something inside of him died.She had to sell everything she ownedAnd froze up inside.And when finally the bottom fell outI became withdrawn,The only thing I knew how to doWas to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,Tangled up in blue. So now I'm goin' back again,I got to get to her somehow.All the people we used to knowThey're an illusion to me now.Some are mathematiciansSome are carpenter's wives.Don't know how it all got started,I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.But me, I'm still on the roadHeadin' for another jointWe always did feel the same,We just saw it from a different point of view,Tangled up in blue. Link to post Share on other sites
Sid Hartha Posted July 17, 2006 Share Posted July 17, 2006 Don't want to bury my head in the crutch of society,Perverted parent that takes my energy,Sucking me dry with your morals, your threats,Christ, your queen, your politics.Fucking hypersensitive, super realist humanity,I'm one of your super hybred community.Commutes the arsehole of economy.Watch out, watch out, it's all about,Reversion's setting in, and I can see you,Staring at me with your seizured brain,Trying to put me down the drain again.Well you're too smart, right from the start,I learned it well that the truth will tell,And you're done for, it's what the son's for,It's what the gun's for, it's what I've come for,You better run bore, you better run boreYou better run bore, you better run boreYou better run bore, you better run boreYou better run bore, you better run bore Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted July 17, 2006 Share Posted July 17, 2006 Caught between the twisted stars the plotted lines the faulty mapthat brought Columbus to New YorkBetwixt between the East and West he calls on her wearing a leather vestthe earth squeals and shudders to a haltA diamond crucifix in his ear is used to help ward off the Fearthat he has left his soul in someone's rented carInside his pants he hides a mop to clean the mess that he has droppedinto the life of lithesome Juliette Bell And Romeo wanted Juliette and Juliette wanted RomeoAnd Romeo wanted Juliette and Juliette wanted Romeo Romeo Rodriguez squares his shoulders and curses Jesusruns a comb through his black pony-tailHe's thinking of his lonely roomthe sink that by his bed gives off a stinkThen smells her perfume in his eyes and her voice was like a bell Outside the street were steaming the crack dealers were dreamingof an Uzi someone had just scoredI betcha I could hit that light with my one good arm behind my backsays little Joey DiazBrother give me another tote those downtown hoods are no damn goodthose Italians need a lesson to be taughtThis cop who died in Harlem you think they'd get the warnin'I was dancing when his brains run out on the street And Romeo had Juliette and Juliette had her RomeoAnd Romeo had Juliette and Juliette had her Romeo I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag with Latin written on it that says"It's hard to give a shit these days"Manhattan's sinking like a rock, into the filthy Hudson what a shockthey wrote a book about it, they said it was like ancient RomeThe perfume burned his eyes, holding tightly to her thighsand something flickered for a minute and then it vanished and was gone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenadelaying everybody low with a lovesong that he madefinds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shadesays something like you and me babe how about it? juliet says hey it's romeo you nearly gimme a heart attackhe's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's backyou shoudn't come around here singing up at people like thatanyway what you gonna do about it? juliet the dice were loaded from the startand i bet and you exploded in my heartand i forget i forget the movie songwhen you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong juliet? come up on different streets they both were streets of shameboth dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the sameand i dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is realhow can you look at me as i was just another one of your deals? when you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of goldyou can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they holdyou promised me everything you promised me thick and thinnow you just say oh romeo yeah you know i used to have a scene with him juliet when we made love you used to cryyou said i love you like the stars above i'll love you till i diethere's a place for us you know the movie songwhen you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong? i can't do the talk like they talking on the tvand i can't do a love song like the way its meant to bei can't do everything but i'd do anything for youi can't do anything except be in love with you and all i do is miss you and the way we used to beall i do is keep the beat and bad companyall i do is kiss you through the bars of a rhymejulie i'd do the stars with you any time juliet when we made love you used to cryyou said i love you like the stars above i'll love you till i diethere's a place for us you know the movie songwhen you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong? a lovestruck romeo sings a streetsuss serenadelaying everybody low with a lovesong that he madefinds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shadesays something like you and me babe how about it~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick But dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap" And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater." Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar" And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't cry" Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night Oh good night, it's alright Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight maybe Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true but then she really didn't mind Upstairs a band was playin', the singer was singin' something about goin' home She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight but just don't leave me alone" And Johnny cried "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein" Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys they say homes ain't no good They left the corners, threw away all their switchblade knives and kissed each other good-bye Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street He called down "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore" Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on She says "Those romantic young boys All they ever want to do is fight" Those romantic young boys They're callin' through the window "Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?" And Johnny whispered: Good night, it's all tight Jane I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight maybe Link to post Share on other sites
Analogman Posted July 18, 2006 Share Posted July 18, 2006 Where do you walk on sunny timesWhen the rivers gleam and the buildings shineHow do you feel goin' up hallowed hallsAnd the summer clothes brighten gloomy halls And they're all in loveAnd they're all in love Where do you fit in zzzzip magazineWhere the past is the hero and the present a queenJust tell me right now where do you fit inWith mud in your eye and a passion for gin And they're all in loveAnd they're all in love Hey, goodbye all you punksStay young and stay highHand me my checkbookAnd I'll crawl off to die But like a woman in childbirthGrown ugly in a flashI'm seen magic and fameNow I'm recycling trash And they're all in loveAnd they're all in loveAnd they're all in loveAnd they're all in love Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted July 18, 2006 Share Posted July 18, 2006 How can it be that you people keep posting songs I love (Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits?? A blast from the past, and one of my favorites). One day I'll grow out of this AWATT stage and get back to some of this fine, fine music, like .... Take me to the stationAnd put me on a trainI've got no expectationsTo pass through here again Once I was a rich manNow I am so poorBut never in my sweet short lifeHave I felt like this before You heart is like a diamondYou throw your pearls at swineAnd as I watch you leaving meYou pack my piece of mind Our love was like the waterThat splashes on a stoneour love is like our musicits here, and then its gone So take me to the airportAnd put me on a planeI got no expectationsTo pass through here again Link to post Share on other sites
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