Poetry and Lyrics

[Angeline]

Re: It's All Too Much

The Beatles

It’s all too much, it’s all too much
...

Oh, you do NOT want to get me started on Beatles.

Beatles are my specialty. You have no idea, lol. I may resubmit my Lennon poem just for you.



Rain

When the rain comes they run and hide their heads.
They might as well be dead.
When the rain comes, when the rain comes.

When the sun shines they slip into the shade
And drink their lemonade.
When the sun shines, when the sun shines.

Rain, I don't mind.
Shine, the weather's fine.

I can show you that when it starts to rain,
Everything's the same.
I can show you, I can show you.

Rain, I don't mind.
Shine, the weather's fine.

Can you hear me, that when it rains and shines,
it's just a state of mind?
Can you hear me, can you hear me?

 

[Angeline]

Pure Lennon

and why I love him. This old Beatles song just makes me smile and feel good.

Tell Me What You See

If you let me take your heart I will prove to you,
We will never be apart if I'm part of you.
Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see.
It is no suprise now, what you see is me.

Big and black the clouds may be, time will pass away.
If you put your trust in me I'll make bright your day.
Look into these eyes now, tell me what you see.
Don't you realise now, what you see is me.

Tell me what you see.

Listen to me one more time, how can I get through?
Can't you try to see that I'm trying to get to you?
Open up your eyes now, tell me what you see.
It is no suprise now, what you see is me.

Tell me what you see.

 

[Angeline]

And a nightcap...

Instant Karma
John Lennon

Instant karma’s gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you’re gonna be dead
What in the world you thinking of
Laughing in the face of love
What on earth you tryin’ to do
It’s up to you, yeah you

Instant karma’s gonna get you
Gonna look you right in the face
Better get yourself together darlin’
Join the human race
How in the world you gonna see
Laughin’ at fools like me
Who in the hell d’you think you are
A super star
Well, right you are

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Well we all shine on
Ev’ryone come on

Instant karma’s gonna get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
Better recognize your brothers
Ev’ryone you meet
Why in the world are we here
Surely not to live in pain and fear
Why on earth are you there
When you’re ev’rywhere
Come and get your share

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
Come on and on and on on on
Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah

Well we all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
Yeah we all shine on
On and on and on on and on

to all poets shining on

 

[Mr_Mescalito]

Re: Re: The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn

Interesting one, Mr_Mescalito.

and
Welcome

Thank you
It's a bit of a rebel drinking song from a band called The Pogues

 

[Angeline]

My Father
Judy Collins

My father always promised us
That we would live in France
We'd go boating on the Seine
And I would learn to dance

We lived in Ohio then
He worked in the mines
On his dreams like boats
We knew we'd sail in time

All my sisters soon were gone
To Denver and Cheyenne
Marrying their grownup dreams
The lilacs and the man

I stayed behind the youngest still
Only danced alone
The colors of my father's dreams
Faded without a sound

And I live in Paris now
My children dance and dream
Hearing the ways of a miner's life
In words they've never seen

I sail my memories of home
Like boats across the Seine
And watch the Paris sun
Set in my father's eyes again

 

[Angeline]

All Things Are Quite Silent
Old English Folk Song (Judy Collins and Steeleye Span both have great versions of it)

All things are quite silent,
Each mortal at rest,
When me and my true love
Lay snug in one nest,
When a bold set of ruffians
They entered our cave,
And they forced my dear jewel
To plough the salt wave.

I begged hard for my sailor
As I'd beg for my life,
But they'd not listen to me
Although a fond wife,
Saying: "The king he wants sailors,
To the sea he must go,"
And they've left me lamenting
In sorrow and woe.

Through green fields and meadows
We ofttimes did walk,
And sweet conversation
Of love we did talk,
While birds in the woodland
So sweetly did sing,
And lovely thrushes' voices
Made the valleys to ring.

Although my love's gone
I will not be cast down.
Who knows but my sailor
May once more return,
And will make me amends
For all trouble and strife,
And my true love and I
Might live happy for life.

 

[tungtied2u]

Gram Parsons

Grievous Angel
(Gram Parsons/Thomas O. Brown)

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll tell you how it all went down
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
And I remember something that you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all led me straight back home to you
We flew straight across that river bridge,
Last night half past two
The switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good day as we
Went rolling through
Billboards and truckstops passed by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do
Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee
(Instrumental)
And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something that I've never been shown
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee
The news I could bring I met up with the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And headed out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
And I remember something that you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down down down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
Twenty thousand roads I went down down down
And they all led me straight back home to you

 

[tungtied2u]

You can't have Gram Parsons

without Emmylou Harris

Red Dirt Girl
Emmylou Harris

Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon,
Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade
Singin every song the radio played
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.

She loved her brother I remember back when
He was fixin up a '49 Indian
He told her 'Little sister, gonna ride the wind
Up around the moon and back again"
He never got farther than Vietnam,
I was standin there with her when the telegram come
For Lillian.
Now he's lyin somewhere about a million miles from Meridian.

She said there's not much hope for a red dirt girl
Somewhere out there is a great big world
Thats where I'm bound
And the stars might fall on Alabama
But one of these days I'm gonna swing
My hammer down
Away from this red dirt town
I'm gonna make a joyful sound

She grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy from town
Figured that she might as well settle down
So she dug right in
Across a red dirt line just a little south east from Meridian

She tried hard to love him but it never did take
It was just another way for the heart to break
So she dug right in.
But one thing they don't tell you about the blues
When you got em
You keep on falling cause there ain't no bottom
There ain't know end.
At least not for Lillian

Nobody knows when she started her skid,
She was only 27 and she had five kids.
Coulda' been the whiskey,
Coulda been the pills,
Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
But there won't be a mention in the news of the world
About the life and the death of a red dirt girl
Names Lillian
Who never got any farther across the line than Meridian.

Now the stars still fall on Alabama
Tonight she finally laid
That hammer down
Without a sound
In the red dirt ground

 

[lipsticksunset1984]

TOM WAITS

wrong side of the road


put a dead cat on the railroad tracks
when the wolfs bane is blooming by the trestle,
get the eyeball of a rooster
and the stones from a ditch
and wash them down with bilge water,
say you'll never snitch.

take the buttons from a yellow jacket
and the feather from a buzzard,
the blood from a bounty hunter’s
cold black heart.

catch the tears of a widow
in a thimble made of glass,
tell your mama and papa
they can kiss your ass.

poison all the water in the wishing well
and hang all them scarecrows
from a sycamore tree,
burn down all those honeymoons
and put them in a pillow case,
and wait next to the switchblades
at the amusement park for me.

strangle all the Christmas carols
and scratch out all your prayers,
tie them up with barbed wire
and push them down the stairs
and I’ll whittle you a pistol
for keeping nightmares of the blinds,
those sons-of-bitches always seem
to sneak up from behind.

siphon all the gas
from your daddy’s pickup truck
and fill up Johnny’s t-bird,
I got a couple of bucks.
put on a little perfume
and ribbon in your hair,
be careful
that you don't wake up the hounds.

tear a bolt of lightning
off the side of the sky
and throw it in the cedar chest
if you want to tell me why,
bring the gearshift knob
from a ‘49 merc
and lay down here beside me,

let me hold you in the dirt
and you will tremble
as the flames
tear the throat out of the night,
sink your teeth into my shoulder,
dig your nails into my back,
tell that little girl
to let go of my sleeve.
you'll be a woman when I catch you
as you fall in love with me.

with my double barrel shotgun
and a whole box of shells
we'll celebrate the 4th of July.

we'll do 100 mph
spending someone else’s dough,
drive all the way to Reno
on the wrong side of the road.

 

[tungtied2u]

Emmylou Harris- Deeper Well

Dave Ohey/Daniel Lanois/Emmylou Harris)

The sun burned hot, it burned my eyes
Burned so hot I thought I'd died
Thought I'd died and gone to hell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well

I went to the river but the river was dry
I fell to my knees and I looked to the sky
I looked to the sky and the spring rain fell
I saw the water from a deeper well

Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well

I was ready for love I was ready for the money
Ready for the blood and ready for the honey
Ready for the winnin', ready for the bell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well

I found some love and I found some money
Found that blood would drip from the honey
Found I had a thirst that I could not quell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well

Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well

Well I did it for kicks and I did it for faith
I did it for lust and I did it for hate
I did it for need and I did it for love
Addiction stayed on tight like a glove

So I ran with the moon and I ran with the night
And the three of us were a terrible sight
Nipple to the bottle to the gun to the cell
To the bottom of a hole of a deeper well

Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well

I rocked with the cradle and I rolled with the rage
I shook those walls and I rattled that cage
I took my trouble down a deadend trail
Reachin' out a hand for a holier grail

Hey there mama did you carry that load
Did you tell your baby 'bout the bend in the road
'Bout the rebel yell 'bout the one that fell
Lookin' for the water from a deeper well

Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well
Well...lookin for the water from a deeper well

 

[tungtied2u]

Burt Bacharach

Walk On By
Burt Bacharach / Hal David
(Part of Bacharach/David Medley)

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When you see me walkin' down the street and I start to cry each time we meet,
Walk on by, walk on by
Make believe you don't see the tears just let me breath and cry
`Cause each time I see you I break down and cry
Walk on by
I just can't get over losing you
So if I seem broken and blue,
Walk on by, Walk on by
Foolish pride that's all that I have left
So let me hide the tear and sadness that you gave me when you said good-bye
(bye) Walk on by, (Bye)

 

[Angeline]

DEACON BLUES
Steely Dan

This is the day
Of the expanding man
That shape is my shade
There where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers
Wild gamblers
That's all in the past

You call me a fool
You say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time
I'm ready to cross that fine line

I'll learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues

My back to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love
With those of my kind
Libations
Sensations
That stagger the mind

I crawl like a viper
Through these suburban streets
Make love to these women
Languid and bittersweet
I'll rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I'll make it my home sweet home

I'll learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues

This is the night
Of the expanding the man
I take one last drag
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
I'll be what I want to be

I'll learn to work the saxophone
I'll play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues

 

[Angeline]

4TH OF JULY, ASBURY PARK (SANDY)
Bruce Springsteen

Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July
Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp
And the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers along the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York girls

Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey Sandy girl

Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked high heels ah Sandy their skins are so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And that Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off

Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy

Sandy, the angels have lost our desire for us
I spoke to 'em just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go
And you can see `em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo
Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
This boardwalk life for me is through
You know you ought to quit this scene too

Sandy the aurora's rising behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever

 

[Guest]

Sarah McLachlan

"Sweet Surrender"

it doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life i've left behind me is a cold room
i've crossed the last line from where i can't return
where every step i took in faith betrayed me
and led me from my home and

sweet, sweet surrender
is all that i have to give

you take me in
no questions asked
you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
are you an angel
am i already that gone
i only hope that i won't disappoint you
when i'm down here on my knees

sweet, sweet surrender
is all that i have to give

and i don't understand
by the touch of your hand
i would be the one to fall
i miss the little things
oh i miss everything
it doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life i left behind me is a cold room

 

[Mr_Mescalito]

Mass Production- Iggy Pop

Before you go
Do me a favour
Give me a number
Of a girl almost like you
With legs almost like you
I'm buried deep in mass production
You're not nothing new
I like to drive along the freeways
See the smokestacks belching
Breasts turn brown
So warm and so brown


Though I try to die
You put me back on the line
Oh damn it to hell
Back on the line--hell
Back on the line
Again and again
I'm back on the line
Again and again
And I see my face here
And it's there in the mirror
And it's up in the air
And I'm down on the ground


By the way
I'm going for cigarettes
And since you've gotta go
Won't you do me that favour
Won't you give me that number
Won't you get me that girl
Yeah, she's almost like you
Yes, she's almost like you
And I'm almost like him
Yes, I'm almost like him
Yes, I'm almost like him
Yeah, I'm almost like him

 

[Angeline]

ROSALITA (COME OUT TONIGHT)
Bruce Springsteen

Spread out now Rosie,
doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blindman's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight
and make that highway run

You don't have to call me lieutenant Rosie
and I don't want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's
your soft sweet little girl's tongue
Rosie you're the one

Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's
tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
Mama she's home in the window
waitin up for us

She'll be there in that chair
when they wrestle her upstairs
cause you know we ain't gonna come
I ain't here for business
I'm only here for fun
And Rosie you're the one

Rosalita jump a little lighter
Señorita come sit by my fire
I just want to be your love, ain't no lie
Rosalita you're my stone desire

Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie,
you know they're gonna be there
Ah, sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie,
they'll be comin' up for air
We're gonna play some pool,
skip some school,
act real cool
Stay out all night,
it's gonna feel all right

So Rosie come out tonight,
baby come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters,
chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers,
winners use the door

So use it Rosie, that's what it's there for

Rosalita jump a little lighter
Señorita come sit by my fire
I just want to be your love, ain't no lie
Rosalita you're my stone desire

Now I know your mama she don't like me
cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy he don't dig me
but he never did understand

Papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you,
I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad,
your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Well tell him this is his last chance
to get his daughter in a fine romance
because a record company, Rosie,
just gave me a big advance

My tires were slashed and I almost crashed
but the Lord had mercy
My machine she's a dud, I'm stuck in the mud
somewhere in the swamps of Jersey

Hold on tight, stay up all night
cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong
By the time we meet in the morning light
I will hold you in my arms

I know a pretty little place in Southern California
down San Diego way
There's a little café
where they play guitars all night and day
You can hear them in the back room strummin
So hold tight baby cause don't you know daddy's comin'

Rosalita jump a little lighter
Señorita come sit by my fire
I just want to be your love, ain't no lie
Rosalita you're my stone desire

 

[Byron In Exile]

Simon & Garfunkel: Scarborough Fair / Canticle

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then she'll be a true love of mine

On the side of a hill in the deep forest green
Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain
Sleeps unaware of the clarion call

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine

On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves
Washes the grave with silvery tears
A soldier cleans and polishes a gun

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then she'll be a true love of mine

War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions
Generals order their soldiers to kill
And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

 

[Angeline]

New York Tendaberry
Laura Nyro

New York tendaberry, blue berry,
a rush on rum of brush and drum.
And the past is a blue note inside me,
I ran away in the morning.

New York tendaberry, blue berry,
rugs and drapes and drugs and capes.
Sweet kids in hunger slums, firecrackers break
and they cross and they dust and they skate
and the night comes,
I ran away in the morning.

Now I'm back, unpacked, sidewalk and pigeon.
You look like a city but you feel like a religion to me.

New York tendabery, true berry,
I lost my eyes, east wind skies.
Here where I've cried, where I've tried,
where God and the tendaberry rise,
where quakers and revolutionaries join for life
for precious years, joined for life through silver tears.

New York tendaberry.

 

[Tathagata]

Oh Yeah????

Dirty Water
THE STANDELLS
(Ed Cobb)

(spoken
I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you about my town
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby
Aww, it's all about my town

Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby)
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for
my baby to walk around)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Because I love that dirty water
Oh, oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby)
I love that dirty water (I love Baw-stun)
I love that dirty water (Have you heard about the Strangler?)
I love that dirty water (I'm the man, I'm the man)
I love that dirty water (Owww!)
I love that dirty water (Come on, come on) [fade]

 

[Angeline]

Re: Oh Yeah????

Dirty Water
THE STANDELLS
(Ed Cobb)

(spoken
I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you about my town
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby
Aww, it's all about my town

Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby)
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for
my baby to walk around)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Because I love that dirty water
Oh, oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby)
I love that dirty water (I love Baw-stun)
I love that dirty water (Have you heard about the Strangler?)
I love that dirty water (I'm the man, I'm the man)
I love that dirty water (Owww!)
I love that dirty water (Come on, come on) [fade]

Hah! Boston band! It's hometown week in this thread. I'll post more Boss.

 

[tungtied2u]

Allman Brothers Band

Look what I found-
Ange's secret life-

Angeline

by Dickey Betts, Mike Lawler and Johnny Cobb
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc., Pangola Publishing Company and
Milene Music, Inc.

Ridin' in a long gray limousine.
Sittin' in a pair of hundred dollar jeans.
Tryin' to talk sense to a rock'n'roll queen.
Damn, best kinda livin' anybody ever seen.
Oh, Angeline.

Chorus:
Lookin' at the bright lights, searchin' for the silver screen.
I never seen a woman who could look so good,
and be so doggone mean. Yeah.

Oh, midnight struttin' in New York City.
Midnight woman, she is lookin' so pretty.
Her little heart beat in rhythm with the world.
She used to be her mama's little girl.
Hey, hey Angeline.

Chorus

Whoa, just a game that she loves to play,
leavin' broken hearts all along the way.
She's got friends that she ain't never used.
She's winnin' now but she's bound to lose.
Oh, Angeline.

chorus
___________________________________

So, do you like southern boys?

 

[Tathagata]

Jonathan Richman& Modern Lovers

One, two, three, four, five, six

Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with Massachusetts
And the neon when it's cold outside
And the highway when it's late at night
Got the radio on
I'm like the roadrunner


Alright
I'm in love with modern moonlight
128 when it's dark outside
I'm in love with Massachusetts
I'm in love with the radio on
It helps me from being alone late at night
It helps me from being lonely late at night
I don't feel so bad now in the car
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
That's right


Said welcome to the spirit of 1956
Patient in the bushes next to '57
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick
Suburban trees, suburban speed
And it smells like heaven(thunder)
And I say roadrunner once
Roadrunner twice
I'm in love with rock & roll and I'll be out all night
Roadrunner
That's right


Well now
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive to the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on at night
And me in love with modern moonlight
Me in love with modern rock & roll
Modern girls and modern rock & roll
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
O.K., now you sing Modern Lovers


(Radio On!)
I got the AM
(Radio On!)
Got the car, got the AM
(Radio On!)
Got the AM sound, got the
(Radio On!)
Got the rockin' modern neon sound
(Radio On!)
I got the car from Massachusetts, got the
(Radio On!)
I got the power of Massachusetts when it's late at night
(Radio On!)
I got the modern sounds of modern Massachusetts
I've got the world, got the turnpike, got the
I've got the, got the power of the AM
Got the, late at night, (?), rock & roll late at night
The factories and the auto signs got the power of modern sounds
Alright


Right, bye bye!

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Jerry Harrison of the Talking Heads played keyboards for the Modern Lovers

 

[tungtied2u]

More Allman's

Whipping Post

I been run down, I been lied to,
I don't know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.

My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what you've done.
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I can't run.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.

 

[Angeline]

Re: Allman Brothers Band

Look what I found-
Ange's secret life-

Angeline

by Dickey Betts, Mike Lawler and Johnny Cobb
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc., Pangola Publishing Company and
Milene Music, Inc.

Ridin' in a long gray limousine.
Sittin' in a pair of hundred dollar jeans.
Tryin' to talk sense to a rock'n'roll queen.
Damn, best kinda livin' anybody ever seen.
Oh, Angeline.

Chorus:
Lookin' at the bright lights, searchin' for the silver screen.
I never seen a woman who could look so good,
and be so doggone mean. Yeah.

Oh, midnight struttin' in New York City.
Midnight woman, she is lookin' so pretty.
Her little heart beat in rhythm with the world.
She used to be her mama's little girl.
Hey, hey Angeline.

Chorus

Whoa, just a game that she loves to play,
leavin' broken hearts all along the way.
She's got friends that she ain't never used.
She's winnin' now but she's bound to lose.
Oh, Angeline.

chorus
___________________________________

So, do you like southern boys?

Oh I ain't too mean, and I'm purty po' at the moment. And I like smart boys who know their music and literature. Always have.

 

[LuceLastics]

A modern song for a breakup.

The Streets - Dry Your Eyes

Dry your eyes mate
I know it’s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There’s plenty more fish in the sea

Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you’ve got to walk away now
It’s over