Poetry and Lyrics

[minsue]

Re: More about motorcycles

Something else you may not have heard.

The Motorcycle song/ words and music by Arlo Guthrie

CHORUS:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:

CHORUS

This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
a cliff in the air.

Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
at the same time.

I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
to write one last farewell song to the world.

Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."

I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
itself off.

I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
eye and said "Nothin'".

You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
squashed a cop...

CHORUS

ARLO!!!!

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Besides, I don't see your naked ass on here...

You can bet your tail feathers that you won't.

 

[tungtied2u]

Arlo!

A fan, eh. Well take this-

He sings , but didn't write

Evangelinaby Hoyt Axton and K Higginbotham

I dream in the morning
That she brings me water
And I dream in evening
That she brings me wine
Just a poor man's daughter
From Puerto Penasco
Evangelina in old Mexico

There's a great hot desert
South of Mexicali
And if you don't have water
Then you better not go
Tequila won't get you
Across the desert
To Evangelina in old Mexico

And the fire I feel for the
Woman I love
Is driving me insane
Knowing she's waiting
And I just can't get there
Lord only knows that I've
Racked my brain
To try and find a way
To see that woman in old Mexico

I met a kind man
Who guarded the border
He said you don't have papers
But I'll let you go
I can tell that you love her
By the look in your eyes now
She's the rose of the desert
In old Mexico

And the fire I feel for the
Woman I love
Is driving me insane
Knowing she's waiting
And I just can't get there
Lord only knows that I've
Racked my brain
To try and find a way
To see tht woman in old Mexico

And I dream in the morning
That she brings me water
And I dream in the evening
That she brings me wine
Just a poor man's daughter
From Puerto Penasco
Evangelina in old Mexico

There's a great hot desert
South of Mexicali
And if you don't have water
Then you better not go
Tequila won't get you
Across the desert
To Evangelina in old Mexico

She's the rose of the desert
In old Mexico

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An added bonus, I'm sucking up to Angeline

 

[tungtied2u]

So my point is you got the pictures

I got the pickle!

 

[tungtied2u]

There's nothing for me here,
So I'll just disappear

Goodnight

 

[Angeline]

I'll Be Your Mirror
Lou Reed

I'll be your mirror
reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
the light on your door to show that you're home

When you think the night has seen your mind
that inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'cause I see you

I find it hard
to believe you don't know, the beauty you are
But if you don't, let me be your eyes
a hand to your darkness, so you won't be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
that inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'cause I see you

I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are)
I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are)
I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are)
I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are)
I'll be your mirror (reflect what you are)

 

[Angeline]

Drunken Angel
Lucinda Williams

Sun came up it was another day
And the sun went down you were blown away
Why'd you let go of your guitar
Why'd you ever let it go that far
Drunken Angel
Could've held on to that long smooth neck
Let your hand remember every fret
Fingers touching each shiny string
But you let go of everything
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Followers would cling to you
Hang around just to meet you
Some threw roses at your feet
And watch you pass out on the street
Drunken Angel
Feed you and pay off all your debts
Kiss your brow taste your sweat
Write about your soul your guts
Criticize you and wish you luck
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side

Some kind of savior singing the blues
A derelict in your duct tape shoes
Your orphan clothes and your long dark hair
Looking like you didn't care

Drunken Angel
Blood spilled out from the hole in your heart
Over the strings of your guitar
The worn down places in the wood
That once made you feel so good
Drunken Angel
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Drunken Angel
You're on the other side
Sun came up it was another day
And the sun went down you were blown away
Why'd you let go of your guitar
Why'd you ever let it go that far
Drunken Angel Drunken Angel

 

[tarablackwood22]

Hey, Ang! Where you been?

I thought the only ones up at this hour were me and the moon!

Good, morn.

 

[Angeline]

Hey, Ang! Where you been?

I thought the only ones up at this hour were me and the moon!

Good, morn.

Been busy getting real--just like the Velveteen Rabbit.

 

[tungtied2u]

Re:Loand Lu

Lou and Lucinda

Lyrics for me

S-I-N-G-I-N-G

First comes words

Then comes feeling

Giving us songs to send me reeling
_____________________________

Aren't they grand! Thanks, Ange

 

[Opal pearl]

dumb me

Opal....wrong thread....put this over on the "passion suddenly board"

Silent Midnight ....something to think about.

it seems like i am quite dumb sometimes.
You are right .. i posted it in the wrong thread

I am going to fix things now (hopefully )

 

[tungtied2u]

In support of My America poem

Monster- by Steppenwolf (the Band)

America where are you now?
Don't you care about your sons and daughters?
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster

_________________________________

 

[minsue]

So my point is you got the pictures

I got the pickle!

LOL

I attached a picture for you! Does that not count?

 

[tungtied2u]

LOL

I attached a picture for you! Does that not count?

Where I come from, I can't afford not to count it. Ta very much!

Graham Parker- Another Grey Area


You're always kidding me something's happening but it isn't true
You're getting rid of me you know exactly what I'm trying to
Oh baby I am drained of colour I can't go anywhere
You just left me in another grey area

You say you're loving me but it's nothing but a red rag
You call this ecstasy but suddenly it's let the stone drag
Oh baby I have just discovered I don't belong anywhere
Your love left me in another grey area Another grey area


When I start thinking can't stop sinking
Everybody left me holding the baby
Everything's the same no-one took the blame
That's the colour of another grey area
That's the colour of another grey area


I can't follow it the information that is coming through
I never swallow it the black feeling that is all blue
Oh baby I've just discovered I can't go anywhere
Your love left me in another grey area
Yeah You left me in another grey area
That's the colour of another grey area
another grey area

Another grey area Another grey area
That's the colour That's the colour

 

[tungtied2u]

Off to work

I needed something to calm me down after my perfect ten session with Tara.

Aqualung- Jethro Tull

Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the army's up the rode
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

 

[Tathagata]

found this

on a cd I did of 70's stuff
great song, great voice, great guitars

Sundown
Gordon Lightfoot


I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress
In a room where you do what you don't confess
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs

She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain

I can picture ev'ry move that a man could make
Gettin' lost in her lovin' is your first mistake
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again

I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans
She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs

Sundown you better take care
If I find you bin creepin' round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again

 

[Tathagata]

And this....

Yes, I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin and hoppin' on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land,
Oh if I ever lose my hands, Oh well....
I won't have to work no more.

And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry,
Yes if I ever lose my eyes, Oh well....
I won't have to cry no more.

And if I ever lose my legs, I won't moan, and I won't beg,
Yes if I ever lose my legs, Oh well....
I won't have to walk no more.

And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south,
Yes if I ever lose my mouth, Oh well....
I won't have to talk...

Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light.
Did it take long to find me? And are you gonna stay the night?

Oh, I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin and hoppin' on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow

 

[tungtied2u]

Tath- Your poem to Maria reminded me of this one

Here There and Everywhere

To lead a better life, I need my love to be here.
Here, making each day of the year,
Changing my life with a wave of her hand.
Nobody can deny that there’s something there.
There, running my hands through her hair,
Both of us thinking how good it can be.
Someone in speaking but she doesn’t know he’s there.
I want her ev’rywhere, and if she’s beside me I know I need never care,
But to love her is to meet her ev’rywhere,
Knowing that my love is to share,
Each one believing that love never dies,
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there.
To be there and ev’rywhere,
Here, there and ev’rywhere.

 

[Tathagata]

Tath- Your poem to Maria reminded me of this one

Here There and Everywhere

To lead a better life, I need my love to be here.
Here, making each day of the year,
Changing my life with a wave of her hand.
Nobody can deny that there’s something there.
There, running my hands through her hair,
Both of us thinking how good it can be.
Someone in speaking but she doesn’t know he’s there.
I want her ev’rywhere, and if she’s beside me I know I need never care,
But to love her is to meet her ev’rywhere,
Knowing that my love is to share,
Each one believing that love never dies,
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there.
To be there and ev’rywhere,
Here, there and ev’rywhere.

A great song
one of the few McCartney " love songs" I can deal with
; )

 

[jthserra]

It's not Horses, but just about...

Radio Baghdad
Album: Trampin'


(Patti Smith/Oliver Ray)

Suffer not Your neighbor's affliction
Suffer not Your neighbor's paralysis
But extend your hand Extend your hand
Lest you vanish in the city And be but a trace
Just a vanished ghost And your legacy
All the things you knew Science, mathematics, thought
Severely weakened Like irrigation systems
In the tired veins forming From the Tigris and Euphrates
In the realm of peace All the world revolved
All the world revolved Around a perfect circle
City of Baghdad City of scholars
Empirical humble Center of the world
City in ashes City of Baghdad
City of Baghdad Abrasive aloof

Oh, in Mesopotamia Aloofness ran deep
Deep in the veins of the great rivers
That form the base Of Eden
And the tree The tree of knowledge
Held up its arms To the sky
All the branches of knowledge All the branches of knowledge
Cradling Cradling
Civilization In the realm of peace
All the world revolved Around a perfect circle
Oh Baghdad Center of the world
City of ashes With its great mosques
Erupting from the mouth of god Rising from the ashes like
a speckled bird Splayed against the mosaic sky
Oh, clouds around We created the zero
But we mean nothing to you You would believe
That we are just some mystical tale We are just a swollen belly
That gave birth to Sinbad, Scheherazade We gave birth
Oh, oh, to the zero The perfect number
We invented the zero And we mean nothing to you
Our children run through the streets
And you sent your flames Your shooting stars
Shock and awe Shock and awe
Like some, some Imagined warrior production
Twenty-first century No chivalry involved
No Bushido

Oh, the code of the West Long gone
Never been Where does it lie?
You came, you came Through the west
Annihilated a people And you come to us
But we are older than you You come you wanna
You wanna come and rob the cradle
Of civilization And you read yet you read
You read Genesis You read of the tree
You read of the tree Beget by god
That raised its branches into the sky Every branch of knowledge
Of the cradle of civilization

Of the banks of the Tigris and the Euphrates
Oh, in Mesopotamia Aloofness ran deep
The face of Eve turning What sky did she see
What garden beneath her feet The one you drill
You drill Pulling the blood of the earth
Little droplets of oil for bracelets Little jewels
Sapphires You make bracelets
Round your own world We are weeping tears
Rubies We offer them to you
We are just Your Arabian nightmare
We invented the zero But we mean nothing to you
Your Arabian nightmare

City of stars City of scholarship
Science City of ideas
City of light City
City of ashes That the great Caliph
Walked through His naked feet formed a circle
And they built a city A perfect city of Baghdad
In the realm of peace And all the world revolved
And they invented And they mean nothing to you
Nothing to you Nothing

Go to sleep Go to sleep my child
Go to sleep And I'll sing you a lullaby
A lullaby for our city A lullaby of Baghdad
Go to sleep Sleep my child
Sleep Sleep...
Run Run...

You sent your lights Your bombs
You sent them down on our city Shock and awe
Like some crazy t.v. show

They're robbing the cradle of civilization
They're robbing the cradle of civilization
They're robbing the cradle of civilization

Suffer not The paralysis of your neighbor
Suffer not But extend your hand

 

[tungtied2u]

Patti Smith

Now there's a poet!

 

[Uncle Pervey]

Yes Angeline!

You're so right Angeline, about the strong influence of music to not only lyrics, but to the metre itself! I fool around a lot with using popular song's music with bawdy lyrics, but not always bawdy, grin. One of my favorite songs I wrote was in answer to Johnny Cash's song "A Boy Named Sue." My response is on literotica, and is named "Sue's Pa!" Because of the metre, it was one of my hardest poems I've ever written, but also one I had a lot of fun and giggles doing! I enjoy what I've read of yours so far. Have a wonderful day, and keep stroking that pen, (Hahaheha.) Uncle Pervey.

 

[Uncle Pervey]

A Great Love Song!

This is so simple, yet one of the greatest love songs I've ever heard! Uncle P.
Lonesome 7 7 2 O 3

1st Verse

Had our number changed today, although I hated to.

But each time the phone would ring, they'd want to speak to you.

And it hurt me so to tell them, you're not hear with me,

Maybe now the old telephone, will let me be.

2nd Verse
I'm not in the book now, so you better write it down,
Just in case your love for me, should ever come around.
You might want to call, and break the news to me,
Just call lonesome 7 7 2 O 3.

3rd Verse
I keep the telephone beside me, almost all the time,
Hoping you might want to call, and say you changed your mind.
If you do, then darling, you know where I will be,
I'm at lonesome 7 7 2 O 3.

4th Verse
You're the only one I'm giving, our new number to,
So if the phone rings, then I'll know its you.
If you do then darling, you know where I'll be,
I'm at lonesome 7 7 2 O 3!

 

[Angeline]

Re: Yes Angeline!

You're so right Angeline, about the strong influence of music to not only lyrics, but to the metre itself! I fool around a lot with using popular song's music with bawdy lyrics, but not always bawdy, grin. One of my favorite songs I wrote was in answer to Johnny Cash's song "A Boy Named Sue." My response is on literotica, and is named "Sue's Pa!" Because of the metre, it was one of my hardest poems I've ever written, but also one I had a lot of fun and giggles doing! I enjoy what I've read of yours so far. Have a wonderful day, and keep stroking that pen, (Hahaheha.) Uncle Pervey.

Thanks, Unc P for the note and the lyric. I usually write to music and I know musical metric influences my poetry (as do lyrics). I often weave bits of lyric into my poems--and I've written a few parodies (albeit mostly not bawdy) myself.

 

[Angeline]

THAT SONG ABOUT THE MIDWAY
Joni Mitchell

I met you on a midway at a fair last year
And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear
You were playing on the horses, you were playing on the guitar strings
You were playing like a devil wearing wings,
Wearing wings you looked so grand wearing wings
Do you tape them to your shoulders just to sing
Can you fly
I heard you can! Can you fly
Like an eagle doin' your hunting from the sky

I followed with the sideshows to another town
And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds
You were betting on some lover, you were shaking up the dice
And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice, once or twice

Once or twice
I saw you cheating. Once or twice
Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price
Pack it in
I heard you did! Pack it in
Was it hard to fold a hand you knew could win

So lately you've been hiding - it was somewhere in the news
And I'm still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues
And a voice calls out the numbers, and it sometimes mentions mine
And I feel like I've been working overtime, overtime

Over time I've lost my fire. Over time
Always playin' one more hand for one more dime
Slowin' down I'm gettin' tired!
Slowin' down
And I envy you the valley that you've found
'Cause I'm midway down the midway
Slowin' down, down, down, down