One Song Mk III

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

one song

 

I woke up this morning

I could barely breathe

Just an empty impression

In the bed where you used to be

I want a kiss from your lips

I want an eye for an eye

I woke up this morning to the empty sky

 

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

 

Blood on the streets

Yeah blood flowin' down

I hear the blood of my blood

Cryin' from the ground

 

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

 

On the plains of Jordan

I cut my bow from the wood

Of this tree of evil

Of this tree of good

I want a kiss from your lips

I want an eye for an eye

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

 

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

Empty sky, empty sky

I woke up this morning to an empty sky

[howdjadoo]

Empty Sky - E.John - sorry

[Mr. Heartbreak]

Chuck Berry - You Can't Catch Me

 

I bought a brand new airmobile

It was custom made

It was a Flight DeVille

With a powerful motor

And some hideaway wings

Push in on the button and you will hear her sing

Now you can't catch me

Baby, you can't catch me

'Cause if you get too close

You know I'm gone like a cool breeze

 

New Jersey Turnpike in the wee wee hours

I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers

Here come a flattop, he was movin' up with me

Then come wavin' goodbye

In a little, old suped-up mini

I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll

Moanin' sirens, 'twas the state patrol

So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn

Bye-bye New Jersey I become airborne

 

Now you can't catch me

Baby you can't catch me

'Cause if you get too close

You know I'm gone like a cool breeze

 

Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night

Wasn't a gray cloud floatin' in sight

Big full moon shinin' up above

Cuddle up honey, be my love

Sweetest little thing I ever seen

I'm gonna name you Mabelline

Flyin' on the beam set on flight control

Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll

Two, three hours a-passed us by

Altitude dropped to 505

Fuel consumption way too fast

Let's get on home before we run out of gas

 

Now you can't catch me

No baby, you can't catch me

'Cause if you get too close

You know I'm gone like a cool breeze

[lizish]

Richard Laviolette - Qq

 

 

http://www.sendspace.com/file/afq3oq

 

Of all the letters that exist

The letter Q is something you can keep

Deep inside your wasted mind

A little love, a friendly is fine

Fine to use and throw away

A hardy sneeze, a hankerchief, a rag

 

All cues aside, there's still room to hide

In between a movie and a dream

A habit and a theme that were overwhelmed by me

 

Take the pockets off your pants

Position them directly in your hands

Lay them out for all to see

The cigarettes, the sad regrets and me

Finding lines in story books

Of queens and queens, magic beans and hooks

Hooks on hands with stolen lands

Well quipped with pirate ships and me

 

 

The youtube is a plea from these nutso fans in St. John's Newfoundland to come play there, because nobody does.

 

 

 

It's way too cute, a fantastic song and this great holler-along cover.

[-seven]

This one always rips my guts out.

 

Neil Young - Powderfinger

 

Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river

With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail

I think you'd better call John,

'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail

And it's less than a mile away

I hope they didn't come to stay

It's got numbers on the side and a gun

And it's makin' big waves.

 

Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains

Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy-Lou

So the Powers That Be left me here to do the thinkin'

And I just turned twenty-two

I was wonderin' what to do

And the closer they got,

The more those feelings grew.

 

Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassurin'

He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin'

But when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin'

Raised my rifle to my eye

Never stopped to wonder why.

Then I saw black,

And my face splashed in the sky.

 

Shelter me from the powder and the finger

Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger

Think of me as one you'd never figured

Would fade away so young

With so much left undone

Remember me to my love,

I know I'll miss her.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Empty Sky - E.John - sorry

 

No...Bruce Springsteen Empty Sky

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Sometimes Neil isn't so...esoteric

 

There's a bar hall queen

down in Charlotte town.

I'd sure like to see her

when the sun goes down.

I swear her hair

is midnight black.

And I can't wait

till I get back.

 

Carolina queen,

She's a walking love machine.

I'd like to make her scream,

When I bite the bullet.

Bite the bullet.

 

Born and raised

at the top of the South.

You know she knows

what it's all about.

Good old boys are coming

from miles around.

Wanna watch that bullet

lay 'em down.

 

Carolina queen,

She's a walking love machine.

I'd like to make her scream,

When I bite the bullet.

Bite the bullet.

 

There's a bar hall queen

down in Charlotte town.

I'd sure like to see her

when the sun goes down.

Good old boys are coming

from miles around.

Wanna watch that bullet

lay 'em down.

 

Carolina queen,

She's a walking love machine.

I'd like to make her scream,

When I bite the bullet.

Bite the bullet.

[lizish]

John K Samson - the Last And

 

 

So I’m the first one in again

with the quiet and the window growing snow.

When I hear the furnace rouse itself

From its slumber, somehow suddenly I know

As my eye stops on one curled up in my lesson plan

That I’m just your little ampersand

 

When your voice springs from the intercom

with announcements and reminders and prayer

I remember how you made me feel

I was funny, I was thoughtful, I was rare

But like the jokes about my figure

kids think I don’t understand

I know I’m just your little ampersand.

 

After Christmas holiday you never asked to drive me home again

Sometimes in the staff room I’d catch your eye with “why’d it have to end”

But I know from how you worry at your wedding band

That I’m just your little ampersand

The last conjunction after every other and

I was just your little ampersand.

 

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

BLEU (James McCaulley)

 

REDHEAD

 

You know I know You know

 

We had a moment

We had a long talk

We had a few laughs

We had a night off

 

We had a few drinks

We happened so fast

Before I noticed

We had a sofa

 

I know, I know, I know

I know we had a few fights

I didn't see why

We had to say bye

 

I'm doin' fine

My friends all say so

I'm doin' all right

But that don't mean dick

Unless you know

I know, you know

 

I got my good days

I got my bad days

I know, I know, I know

I know that everybody does

 

And I know

One day I'll be like I was

I'm goin' out more

And I been datin'

There's even one girl

I'm kinda seein'

 

She really likes me

We got a good thing

She keeps on tellin' me

 

I'm doin' fine

My friends all say so

I'm doin' all right

But That don't mean dick

Unless you know

I know, you know

 

I know you think things will never change

But I think I know somethin' you don't

Give me the chance to explain

 

I'm doin' fine

I'm doin' all right

That don't mean dick

Unless you know

I know, you know

I know, you know

I know, you know

[Plumplechook]

Ryan Adams - Carolina Rain

 

Ryan's recent performance of this on the BBC Songwriter's Circle (link below) blew me away and reminded me what a great song it is.

 

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Rose lived on the south side of town

Until her landlord showed up with two hundred dollar bills

A notice of eviction on the other hand

Now she don't live there no more,

And everyone thinks he drowned,

 

I pulled into Mecklenburg on them trains

Into a station that got flooded when they opened up the dam

And broke their connections to the railway lines

So they could blast into the quarry,

And for every load of granite,

We got a ton of worry

 

One night at the diner over eggs,

Over easy she showed me the length of her legs,

But that gold plated cross on her neck, it was real

And you don't get that kind of money from pushing meal

 

I should've told him that you were the one for me,

But I lied, But I lied,

To most any drifter whose looking for work is too weird

I met Percy and I married her in July

But if only to be closer to you, Caroline

 

Percy and I moved down the street

Until we lost two pretty girls

One was seven and one was three

Alderman and Caroline owned the house right up the hill

Where we laid those babies down

So they could still see our house

 

Suspicion got the best of old Alderman Haint

He owned an auto parts store off the interstate

But the lord took him home in July

And then Rose spilled the beans on the day that he died

 

I should've told him that you were the one for me

But I lied, But I lied

Tied up to concrete at the bottom of the quarry

With a tattoo on his heart that spelled out "Caroline"

He was silent but his rosary

Drifted into the custody

Of a sheriff that was just deputized

 

And I was down at the banquet hall

When two guys came up, pretty angry and drunk

And I'm still here at the banquet hall

At the banquet hall

Where the gun went off, in the Carolina Rain

In the Carolina Rain, in the Carolina Rain

Oh, Caroline

 

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

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

What if I was alright?

What if wasn't wound so tight?

What if I had the balls to be bad?

Would you still look at me like that?

Would you be mad that I had held the old me back?

 

Why can't I be somebody else?

Somebody who isn't too cool to believe it's okay to be just me

 

Maybe I was too much

Maybe I'll take it down a notch

Maybe I'll have the guts to go mad

Maybe I'll mess me up real bad

Maybe I'll make you wish you had the old me back

 

Why can't I be somebody else?

Somebody who isn't too cool to believe it's okay to be just me

 

What if I can't remember who I'm trying to be

 

Why can't I be somebody else?

Somebody who isn't too cool to believe it's okay to be just me

Just me

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

I got big balls

Big ole balls

Big as grapefruits

Big as pumpkins

Yes sir, yes sir

And on my really good days

They swell to the size of small dogs

My balls are as big as small dogs

 

Well, it ain't braggin' if it's true

Yes sir, yes sir

It ain't braggin' if it's true

Mohammed Ali said that

Back when he was a young man

Back when he was Casius Clay

Before he fought too many fights

And left his brain inside the ring

 

Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods

Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods

Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods

Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods

 

I got a friend whose goal in life

Was to one day go down on Madonna

That's all he wanted

That was all

To one day go down on Madonna

And when my friend was thirty-four

He got his wish in Rome one night

He got to go down on Madonna

In Rome one night in some hotel

And ever since he's been depressed

'Cause life is shit from here on in

And all our friends just shake their heads

And say, "Too soon, too soon, too soon,

He went down on Madonna too soon

Too young, too young, too soon, too soon"

 

And it ain't braggin' if it's true

Yes sir, yes sir

It ain't braggin' if it's true

Mohammed Ali said that

Back when he was Casius Clay

Before he fought too many fights

And left his brain inside the ring

 

Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods

Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods

Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods

Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods

 

If certain girls don't look at you

It means that they like you a lot

If other girls don't look at you

It just means they're ignoring you

How can you know, how can you know?

Which is which, who's doing what?

I guess that you can ask 'em

Which one are you baby?

Do you like me or are you ignoring me?

Do you like me or are you ignoring me?

Do you like me or are you ignoring me?

And all you need to do that

Is one good pair of big balls

Balls as big as grapefruits

Balls as big as pumpkins

Balls as big as mine

 

But even though my balls are big

Sometimes i wish they were bigger

Even bigger

Big as the wheels on tractors

Big as the golden arches

Big as the Golden Gate Bridge

Big as the state of Kansas

Big as Mars and Jupiter

Big as the swing in Tiger Woods

Tiger Woods

Tiger Woods

[lizish]

Richard Laviollette and the Oil Spills – Yes, I mean it All

 

Harder, was it worth the fight?

Quick breath and flickering light

Small room on the ocean floor

The walls are taking water and the furnace fires on

The old days, the leather chair

Clock face, sees you waiting there

The calm before the storm

We get right down to dying the moment we’re born

 

This country, each one of us

This land that lies under us

This city, this neighborhood

Progress is understood

Lay down the tracks and roll out wilting guns

We fellonized the bodies of the people we took this from

 

Homeland reclamation site

Farm land to city light

Crown land colonized

There is no other word for occupation that fits quite right

There is no other word for occupation that fits quite right

[Mr. Heartbreak]

On Some Faraway Beach - Brian Eno

 

Given the chance

I'll die like a baby

On some faraway beach

When the season's over.

 

Unlikely

I'll be remembered

As the tide brushes sand in my eyes

I'll drift away.

 

Cast up on a plateau

With only one memory

A single syllable

Oh lie low lie low.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

I wrote you a love song on the back of a Bible

On the back of a Bible, A love song for you

I ain't no authority about what it says in it

Can't even begin it

But that page in the back is blank and waiting for you

 

Heard me a sad song on the way to a wedding

On the way to a wedding on my car radio

I can't remember the words to the verses

But I remember the chorus

I don't remember who was marrying who

But I'll always know this love song to you

 

I hate this motel room they all smell the same

The view of the parking lot etched in my brain

Stuck in this town and you're so far away

I ain't got no paper, just got this pen

Rip out the back page and write you a hymn

Singing it to you again and again and again

[lizish]

Bad Luck - Royal City

 

 

Bad luck bad luck

Came to me without warning

Bad luck came with one

Horrible flashing eye

In the corners of the darkness

Bad luck has lingered

And now comes forth

With a gluttonous mind

 

And you will never know

The places that I go to without you

You will never ever ever know

 

I've met you in the alley

All covered in maggots

And I have seen you in the chambers

Of the silent sea

Bad luck you are a terrible laughing god

Bad luck bad luck bad luck bad luck

Underneath a blackened sky

 

And you will never know

The places that I go to without you

You will never ever ever know

 

You will never know

The places that I go to without you

You will never ever ever know

[Oil Can Boyd]

Motel Blues

 

In this town television shuts off at two

What can a lonely rock & roller do

The beds so big & the sheets are clean

Your girlfriend thinks you are nineteen

The Styrofoam ice bucket's full of ice

Come up to my motel room treat me nice

 

I don't want to make no late night New York Calls

I don't want to stare at those ugly grass mat 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, put it on my next LP

Come up to my motel room, sleep with me

 

There's a bible in the drawer, don't be afraid

I'll put up a sign to warn the clean up maid

There's lots of soap & lots of towels

Never mind those desk clerk scowls

I'll buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife

Come up to my motel room, save my life

[lizish]

Weakerthans - Night Windows

 

In the stick count for the song with knowing you're gone

Glancing up at where you lived when you lived here

I see you suddenly alive and nearly smiling

Stop and hold my breath and watch the way we used to be

 

The full moon makes our faces shine like over-ironed polyester

Then disappears behind the clouds

And leaves me under empty rows of night windows

We could walk to where these streets get pulled together

Blinking, lined with gravel, shoulder squared towards an end

Where the radio resounds from doppling traffic

Where the power lines steal lessons from the hourly news

 

Depluralize our casualties, drown the generals out in static

We turn and watch our city sprawl and send us signals in the glow

Of night windows

 

But you're not coming home again, and I won't ever get to say

"Remember how I'm sorry that I miss the way it could be"

"Remember how I'm sorry that I miss the way it could be"

 

Night windows

[Fritz]

Now I was just a girl of two

Now I was just a girl of two

With a golden heart and a button shoe

 

The devil had a hold of me

The devil had a hold of me

I turned my head and I could see

The devil had a hold of me

 

There was something wrong with the butcher's boy

Was something wrong with the butcher's boy

He trembled in his hand and voice

 

The devil had a hold of me

The devil had a hold of me

The others knew to let him be

But the devil had a hold of me

 

Now the tailpipe spit and the engine roared

The tailpipe spit and the engine roared

I's waving out the Plymouth door

 

And the devil had a hold of me

The devil had a hold of me

The old folks saw the last they'd see

The devil had a hold of me

 

I dreamed last night that my time was done

I dreamed last night that my time was done

And my soul flew up to the holy son

 

But the devil had a hold of me

The devil had a hold of me

I snapped back down when he pulled my lead

The devil had a hold of me

 

There're those who'll laugh and not believe

There're those who'll laugh and not believe

Until you feel that touch upon your sleeve.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Tell me who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Tell me who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Who's that writin',

John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

 

Now God walked down in the cool of the day,

And called Adam by his name.

But he refused to answer, 'cause he was naked and ashamed.

So, tell me who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Tell me who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Who's that writin',

John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

 

Now Christ had 12 apostles,

And three he layed away

He said "Watch for me one hour,

while I go yonder and pray."

 

And tell me who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Tell me who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Who's that writin',

John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

 

Mary Margaret they were there,

And they heard every word he said.

Said "Go tell my desciples, I said meet me in Galilee"

And tell me who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Tell me who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Who's that writin',

John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

 

Who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Tell me who's that writin',

John the Revelator.

Who's that writin',

John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals.

[lizish]

 

Ghost Shirt - Meds

 

I believe in medicine and lucky charms and darkness you can't see
Movement of her hips against the scene
Vacuuming the neighbor's house
The kids downstairs are watching their TV
Bedroom bottles lining up for me

 

Into the city
Into the lights and the glow
I'm waiting for something
Waiting for you I don't know
I don't know
Small days and big nights won't let me go

 

Her lashes bat out 3/4ths time
A funeral procession for the blind
all telephones all quite at this time
Sick of waiting round the dial
Want to kiss you
Want to start a fight
Watch the pages scatter through the night

 

Into the city
Into the lights and the glow
I'm waiting for something
Waiting for you
I don't know
Small days and big nights won't let me go

 

http://www.last.fm/music/Ghost+Shirt

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Raised to be a lady by the golden rule
Alice was the spawn of a public school
With a double barrel name in the back of her brain
And a simple case of Momma-doesn't-love-me blues

Reality it seems was just a dream
She couldn't get it on with the boys on the scene
But what do you expect from a chick who's just sixteen
And hey, hey, hey, you know what I mean

 

All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice they say
Come over and see me
Come over and please me
Alice it's my turn today

All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice they say
If I give you my number
Will you promise to call me
Wait 'til my husband's away

 

Poor little darling with a chip out of her heart
It's like acting in a movie when you got the wrong part
Getting your kicks in another girl's bed
And it was only last Tuesday they found you in the subway dead

And who could you call your friends down in Soho
One or two middle-aged dykes in a Go-Go
And what do you expect from a sixteen year old yo-yo
And hey, hey, hey, oh don't you know

 

 

All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice they say
Come over and see me
Come over and please me
Alice it's my turn today

All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice they say
If I give you my number
Will you promise to call me
Wait 'til my husband's away

 

[lizish]

 

Story's Long, Story's Old - Nick Ferrio and His Feelings

 

This story’s long, this story’s old
This story is better left untold
Some might say, let this story fade away
To the grave, where the story ends
Twists and turns, foes and friends
With no amends just odds and ends
Left untied

The night she died or disappeared
Drinks were drank, drinks were cheered
No one knew something that bad
Could happen here

A fight broke out, a lover’s quarrel
But for him and her that was normal
They went separate ways
He went south, She went north:
She never returned

And now she’s gone, Long gone
And he’s singing his haunted songs
About her ghost, and I hope
Time can forgive his troubled mind
Some time, some time

The cops attempted to make contact
With the driver of a Pontiac
Word came down after a couple of days
He’d been found

Twine was tied above a wooden chair
An awful stench hung in the air
A swaying creak echoed loud and proud
For anyone to hear

Maybe she lived and ran away
Got a job and changed her name
But that’s all the same
It’s neither here and neither there

A fight broke out, a lover’s quarrel
But for him and her that was normal
They went separate ways
He went south, She went north:
She never returned

And now she’s gone, Long gone
And he’s singing his haunted songs
About her ghost, and I hope
Time can forgive his troubled mind
Some time, some time

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

She said something about going home
She said something about needing to spend some time alone
And she wondered out loud what it was she had to find
But she's already made up her mind

All my friends told me she was too young
Well I knew that myself and I tried to run
But the faster I ran the more I fell behind
Because she'd already made up her mind

She's already made up her mind

Now there is nothing so deep as the ocean
And there is nothing so high as the sky
And there is nothing so unwavering as a woman
When she's already made up her mind

So now she's sitting at one end of the kitchen table
And she is staring without an expression
And she is talking to me without moving her eyes
Because she's already made up her mind

She's already made up her mind
She's already made up her mind

And she said something about going home
And she said something about needing to spend some time alone
And she wondered out loud what it was she had to find
But she'd already made up her mind

So my friend carry me down to the water's edge
And then sail with me out to that ocean deep
And let me go easy down over the side
And remember me to her

She's already made up her mind
She's already made up her mind
She's already made up her min

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofv9goALt3c

[lizish]

Guthries - Season to Leave

 

Tell your tales, set yours sails, you're on your way
Riding rails past hay bale, never fails.
And the sun fell down behind the prairie town, and you're not around.

Days are getting longer
The season's almost here
It's the season to leave
but there's no time to grieve.

The surf is high and so am I, but where are you?
Planets, stars, and moons. Aprils, Mays and Junes.

Days are getting longer
The season's almost here
It's the season to leave
but there's no time to grieve.

Days are getting longer
The season's almost here
It's the season to leave
but there's no time to grieve.

Days are getting longer
The season's almost here
It's the season to leave
but there's no time to grieve.

What I need, I won't get.
What I hate, I'll forget.