Songs as sung poetry

[_Land]

Soft Shoulders and Dangerous Curves

Ok now im gonna start posting the good stuff



The Highway Is Like A Woman
by Albert Collins
recording of 1980

The time has come, I got to hit the road again
I said the time has come, I've got to hit the road again
'Cause I travel with a passion, and the highway is my lady friend

You see the highway's like a woman, soft shoulders an' dangerous curves
You see the highway is like a woman, like a woman, soft shoulders an' dangerous curve
If you don't know her when you start travelin', boy she can really upset your nerves

But if you respect her when she warns you, I swear the highway treat you fine
But if you respect her when she warn you, I swear the highway'll treat you fine
When she's wet an' she's slippery, then watch out for the detour sign

 

[Rybka]

meatloaf

how can anyone at over 40, still be scraming ballads of teenage angst ,
who cares...
and please, dont tell me , you havent ever heard the song paradise by the dashboard light, and thought of the teen fumblings in the cars parekd out in the local lovers lane...

How then, about Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison.

Brown Eyed Girl - T.B. Sheets album

Hey where did we go,
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow,
Playin' a new game,
Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.

Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow
Going down the old mine
With a transistor radio
Standing in the sunlight laughing,
Hiding behind a rainbow's wall,
Slipping and sliding
All along the water fall, with you
My brown eyed girl,
You my brown eyed girl.

Do you remember when we used to sing,
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da
Lucky dog

So hard to find my way,
Now that I'm all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My how you have grown,
Cast my memory back there, Lord
Sometime I'm overcome thinking 'bout
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da
Lucky dog.


Regards, Rybka

 

[_Land]

DEDICATED TO THE ONE I USED TO LOVE

The Things That I Used To Do
by Eddie "Guitar Slim" Jones
recording of 1968-1970

The things that I used to do, Lord, I won't do, no more
The things that I used to do, Lord, I won't do, no more
Well, I used to sit an' hold your hand, baby, cry for you not to go

I would search all night for ya baby, Lord, an' my search, would always be in vain
I would search all night for ya baby, Lord, an' my search, would always been in vain
Well, I knew all along darlin', that you're bein' out wit'ch your other man

I'm gonna send you back to your mother, baby, Lord, an' I'm goin' back to my family, too
I'm gonna send you back to your mother, baby, Lord, an' I'm goin' back to my family, too
Well, if there's nothin' I can do to please ya baby, Lord, I just can't get along with you

__________
Note: originally titled, "Talking Slim Blues" by Albert Collins

 

[_Land]

Damn them dirty Dishes anyway

Too Many Dirty Dishes
by Newton
recording of 1986

Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
I said, too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
You got me wonderin' baby
Who's makin' dirty dishes with you?

I get up an' go to work in the mo'nin'
I come right home at night
When I leave the sink is empty
When I come back home
She got 'em stacked up out of sight

Too many dirty dishes in the sink just for us two
Well you got me wonderin' baby,
Who's makin' dirty dishes with you?

(Spoken:
Look at this kitchen!
Pots an' pans, ev'rywhere, it's pitiful!
Look at all these glasses layin' all up on the sink!
Looks like she even had a party up in here, too
You wait 'til I see this woman, when she get home

That glass over there, got a cigar in it or sump'in
I don't smoke no cigar
Um, servin' caviar
I don't eat no caviar
What's wrong with this woman?
All these pots in here, gonna run me some water right here

Yeah now, you wait 'til I see this woman when she get home
Pots 'n pans all stacked up here
There's a pot, let me scrap this pot out

Oh it's pitiful an' I don't know why this woman come an' have a party
When I'm at work

Gettin' all this stuff under my fingernails,
Run some more water in here
Yeah, now I can wash these glasses out, wash them up first

Yeah, that's pretty clean now, though
Now I got all this, now I gotta work on these pots a little bit more
Makes me so mad, I don't know what to do

Thought I was her husband, 'stead a maid!
Like ol red chili or somethin' all done got dried up on all these pots
She never fix me none of this good food!
You wait 'til that woman get home, I'm scrappin' all these pots for her)

Sings:
I've done your dirty dishes
How much am I suppose to take?
When I left I had corn flakes for breakfast
Now there's a bone from a T-bone steak

Too many dirty dishes in the sink for just us two
You've got me wonderin' baby
Who in the hell is makin' dirty dishes with you?

 

[_Land]

A good thing going Now

All About My Girl
by Albert Collins
recording of 1968-1970

When you told me it was all over, babe
You thought all I ever was, was through, (ooooh!)
When you told me it was all over, babe
Thought all I ever was through (oh yeah!)
I had three more irons in the fire
Sorry, but I forgot to tell you

One more thing I'd like to tell you right now, uh-huh

You thought I'd be hurt when you left me babe
But I found another friend, (oooh!)
Yeah, you thought I'd be hurt when you left me babe
Well, I found another friend, (found me somebody else)
But sometimes what you lose,
Is nothing compared to what you win
(I'm gonna feel alright now)

A good man may fall, babe (oh yeah) but ya get back on your feet
(Yeah, I know, I know, I know)
You know, you know, a good man may fall, babe
Ya know ya get back on your feet
Yes I've got a good thing goin' now, woman (got a good thing goin' now)
Oh the future look good to me (future look so good to me) alright

 

[Angeline]

Here's one by Jerome Kern that is sentimental, yes, but I think simple, lovely, and romantic in the best possible way. It was introduced by Fred Astaire in the film You Were Never Lovelier in, well, sometime back in the mists of history.

I'm Old Fashioned

I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things

The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry song that April sings

This year's fancies
Are passing fancies
But sighing sighs holding hands
These my heart understands

I know I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it
That's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me

(bridge)

I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it
That's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me

Oh won't you stay old fashioned with me
Oh please stay old fashioned with me

(Okay so it ain't great poetry, but doesn't it just say it all?)

 

[Angeline]

This is the last one for tonight, really!

My favorite song about America.

American Tune
Words & music by Paul Simon

Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
or driven to its knees
Oh, but it's alright, it's alright
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
and sing an American tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

 

[horny_giraffe]

I remember hearing this one and parsing it for the rhyme. Quite enjoyable:

Baby,
let me
say what's on my mind
Take a little time
to express myself,
honey, I think you're fly
Now I don't have no prooooblem
sayin what I like
I'd like to spend some time with you
startin with tonight a-na-la

I like the way you walk
The sexy way you talk
Ooh I can't help myself
Baby, I like
I like to kiss your lips
and when you move your hips
Ooh I can't help myself
Baby, I like...

What the hell was I thinking? This is poetry? I was sittin' there lookin' at th' booty and "Ooh I can't help myself-- baby I like." There ought to be a law against a thirty-year old white guy from Minnesota watchin' "Soul Train."

 

[karmadog]

Hey, I used to watch 'Soul Train' when I was a sprout. The girls were much hotter than the ones on 'American Bandstand'.

 

[_Land]

That is Lovely, I remember, my grandfather singing that when he was cooking breakfast on sunday mornings. Thanks for the memory. *wipes tears away*

Here's one by Jerome Kern that is sentimental, yes, but I think simple, lovely, and romantic in the best possible way. It was introduced by Fred Astaire in the film You Were Never Lovelier in, well, sometime back in the mists of history.

I'm Old Fashioned

I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things

The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry song that April sings

This year's fancies
Are passing fancies
But sighing sighs holding hands
These my heart understands

I know I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it
That's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me

(bridge)

I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it
That's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me

Oh won't you stay old fashioned with me
Oh please stay old fashioned with me

(Okay so it ain't great poetry, but doesn't it just say it all?)

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Some Nick Cave lyrics, just for the heck of it...



Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
That's What Jazz Is To Me

Jazz
Fire eating drag-queens dressed as society whores
Crazy two timing bitches running round
Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently
Blossoms falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me

High buildings with crippled backs circle around my dreams
I clutch at the greasy tails of my dreams
White blossom falling from the cherry trees
That's what jazz is to me

Ten bottles standing in a row military style
With hats pulled low over their brows
A thousand wasted hours
Skeletons entwined fucking and braying ? fields
Blossoms falling from the cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me

History repeating itself like a
All the great cars of the world in one massive collision
All the doctors swallowed up by one incompetence
All the great theorists and teachers eaten alive ...
Religious extacy and a blossom falling from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me

Blind fish being used as musical scales
Sharks puffed for fish and whales
I long to be by the sea where a blossom falls from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me

Three forms, four forms, five forms, six forms,
Seven forms, eight forms, nine forms,
A blossom falling from the cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me

As Einstein said about his theory
I love, I love, I love, I love jazz
It's in your heart, it's in your soul, it's in your mind
The colour of death, sweet vanilla essence
Richard Harris and Donald Pleasance
And a cherry blossom falling from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me




Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Lay Me Low

They're gonna lay me low (Lay me low)
They're gonna sink me in the snow
They're gonna throw back their heads and crow
When I go

They're gonna jump and shout (Lay me low)
They're gonna wave their arms about
All the stories will come out
When I go

All the stars will glow bright (Lay me low)
And my friends will give up the fight
They'll see my work in a different light
When I go

They'll try telephoning my mother (Lay me low)
But they'll end up getting my brother
Who'll spill the story on some long-gone lover
That I hardly know

Hats off to the man
On top of the world
Come crawl up here, baby
And I'll show you how it works
If you wanna be my friend
And you wanna repent
And you want it all to end
And you wanna know when
Well do it now don't care how
Take your final bow
Make a stand Take my hand
And blow it all to hell

They gonna inform the police chief (Lay me low)
Who'll breathe a sigh of relief
He'll say I was a malanderer, a badlander, and a thief
When I go

They will interview my teachers (Lay me low)
Who'll say I was one of God's sorrier creatures
There'll print informative six-page features
When I go

They'll bang a big old gong (Lay me low)
The motorcade will be ten miles long
The world will join together for a farewell song
When they put me down below

They'll sound a fluegelhorn (Lay me low)
And the sea will rage, and the sky will storm
All man and beast will mourn
When I go

Hats off to the man
On top of the world
Come crawl up here, baby
And we can watch this damn thing turn
If you wanna be my friend
And you wanna repent
And you want it all to end
And you wanna know when
Well do it now Do it now
Take a long last bow
Take my hand Make a stand
And blow it all to hell

Lay me low...
When I go...




Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O


Mr. Frog went a-courting and he did ride
With a sword and a pistol by his side
And he rode ‘til he came to Miss Mouse’s door
And there he knelt down on the floor
He said, “Little Miss Mouse, will you marry me?”
Way down yonder in a hollow tree
With an owl and a bat and a bumble bee

Miss Mouse had suitors, three and four
And they came rushing through the door
Well, they grabbed Miss Mouse and began to fight
In the hollow tree it was a terrible night
“Little Miss Mouse, will you marry me?”
Way down yonder in a hollow tree
With an owl and a bat and bumble bee

Well, Mr. Frog threw the suitors to the floor
With his sword and his pistol he killed them all
And they went to the vicar the very next day
Then left on their honeymoon right away
Glory glory glory be
Way down yonder in a hollow tree
With an owl and a bat and a bumble bee.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
King Kong Kitchee Kitchee Ki-Mi-O

And there's no way this title wouldn't make it to K-dog's thread...

 

[Rybka]

I remember it as; "Wing ding a-bully, Mitch a-karm-I-Oh". That was how my grandma sang it. But I can't find that version online.

"Mr. Froggy went a courtin' and he did go, down to the house of Miss Molly-Oh.

Chorus:
A Wing, a ding, a-bully Mitch-a-karm-I-oh.
Karmo, Karmo, Hare- Oh- din
A Wee, a Woe, a frog-stick a bullyin'

He swargered up to Miss molly's side, and said Miss Molly will you be my bride. Uh Ho, Uh Um.

Chorus

Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, Un Ho, Uh Um. - etc."

Regards, Rybka

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Mister Frog Went A-Courting (Traditional Version)

Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride
Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm
Mister frog went a-courting and he did ride
A sword and pistol by his side
Uh-hmm, Uh-hmm.

He went down to Missy Mousie's door
Where he had often been before.

He said, "Missy Mouse, are you within?"
"Yes kind sir, I sit and spin."

He took Missy Mouse upon his knee
And said "Missy Mouse, will you marry me?"

"Without my Uncle Rat's consent"
"I wouldn't marry the pres-I-dent."

Uncle Rat laughed and shook his fat sides,
To think his niece would be a bride.

When Uncle Rat gave his consent
The weasel wrote the publishment.

Where will the wedding supper be?
Way down yonder in a holler tree.

What will the wedding supper be?
Two green beans and a black-eyed pea.

The first guest in was a bumblebee
He danced a jig with a crook-backed flea.

The owl did hoot, the birds they sang
And through the woods the music rang.

They all went sailing 'cross the lake
And got swallered up by a big black snake

There's bread and cheese upon the shelf
If you want any more you can sing it yourself



Is that it?

 

[Angeline]

Grandma Songs

The only song I ever remember my grandmother singing was "Oh You Beautiful Doll." And she made a great strudel. Yeah that and--looking to see if Rybka's around--Gefillte fish. The other grandmother didn 't sing or bake. She was the one who smoked and cursed.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I seem to remember some sort of version of this song from my kindergarten days:


I Rowed A Little Boat (Traditional Version)

You know I rowed a little boat,
five miles 'cross the pond
You know I rowed a little boat,
'bout five miles 'cross the pond
I throwed my things in the little boat,
it rolled me right along

It was thunderin' and lightenin',
but it rolled me right along
It was thunderin', it was lightenin',
Oh yeah, it rolled me right along
There were thousands of people,
they didn't have no place to go, mmm

Little children they were screamin'
and cryin', Oh yeah
The wind was howlin',
they didn't have no place to go, mmm
There were thousands o' people,
they's goin' from door to door, mmm

My little boat kept rollin',
it kept on rollin',
You know it rolled me right along
Mmm-mmm, Kept on rollin,
Kept on rollin' Kept on rollin'
Kept on rollin', Rollin'

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Re: Grandma Songs

For Angie:

Oh, you beautiful doll
(Nat D. Ayer, A. Seymour Brown)

Oh, you beautiful doll,
You great big beautiful doll!
Let me put my arms around you,
I could never live without you,

Oh, you beautiful doll,
You great big beautiful doll!
If you ever leave me,
How my heart will ache,
I want to hug you,
But I fear you'd break,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
You beautiful doll.

 

[Rybka]

Two from the 50s

Here are two songs from the late 1950s that I reheard this week. They are much better songs than poems, but they sure bring back memories!

Deep Purple - Nino Tempo and April Stevens
(Written in 1934 as a piano composition - lyrics added in 1939) (Words by Mitchell Parish, music by Peter De Rose).

When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls
And the stars begin to flicker in the sky
Through the mist of my reverie,
You wander on back to me
Breathing my name with a sigh

In the still of the night once again I hold you tight
Though you're gone, your love lives on when moonlight beams
And as long as my heart will beat,
Sweet lover we'll always meet
Here in my deep purple dreams

Here in my deep purple dreams




White Silver Sands - Don Rhondo
(Words/music-Charles G. Matthews, 1957)


Where the deep blue pearly waters,
Wash upon white silver sands,
There on the brink of love I kissed her,
And obeyed our hearts command.

Where the deep blue pearly waters,
Wash upon white silver sands,
We watched the sun set in the evening,
In a far and distant land.

So here beneath God's blue heaven,
There's a place where I must go,
See the sun set in the evening,
With the only love I know.

We watched the sun set in the evening,
See the moon yellow and pale,
Watch the gauchos ride their pintos,
Out across the pathless trail.


Regards, Rybka

 

[Rybka]

One that I am surprised nobody mentioned

This is said to be the most popular song at weddings. It was written by Paul Stookey of "Peter, Paul, and Mary" for the wedding of Peter Yarrow. He started a foundation and put the song in the public domain, all profits go to charity.

The Wedding Song

(Introduction)

He is now to be among you
at the calling of your hearts
Rest assured this troubadour
is acting on His part.
The union of your spirits, here,
has caused Him to remain
for whenever two or more of you
are gathered in His name
there is Love, there is Love.

Well, a man shall leave his mother
and a woman leave her home
and they shall travel on to where
the two shall be as one.
As it was in the beginning
is now and til the end
Woman draws her life from man
and gives it back again.
And there is Love, there is Love.

Well then what's to be the reason
for becoming man and wife?
Is it love that brings you here
or love that brings you life?
And if loving is the answer,
then who's the giving for?
Do you believe in something
that you've never seen before?
Oh there is Love, there is Love.

(Short solo)

Oh the marriage of your spirits here
has caused Him to remain
for whenever two or more of you
are gathered in His name
there is Love, there is Love.





Guess all you guys are not romantics, just sex fiends.


Regards,                     Rybka