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17366, 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Thu May-22-03 01:53 AM
In depressing times (like these) I like to drink (a little) and sing to old seventies tunes. Some of them could have been written for these times as well if you know what I mean. If you have any particular favorites please add them, keeping them in the seventies mind you. Keep on Truckin’,.. (THANKS) ..waldo Billy Don't Be A Hero Lyrics The marching band came down along main street the soldiers blue step in behind I looked across and there I saw Billy waiting to go and join the line and with her head upon his shoulder his young and lovely fiance from were I stood I saw she was crying and through a tear I heard her say
(chorus) "Billy don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life Billy don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife" and as Billy started to go she said "keep your pretty head low Billy don't be a hero come back to me"
The soldiers blue were trapped on a hill side the battle raging all around The seargent cried "we've got to hang on boys we've got to hold this peice of land I need a voluteer to ride up and bring us back some extra men" And Billy's hand was up in a moment Forgeting all the words she said
She said (chorus)
I heard his fiance got a lettter that told how billy died that day the lettter said that he was a hero she should be proud he died that way I heard she threw the letter away
(chorus
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17367, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by hal9000, Thu Jan-30-03 11:08 PM
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again. He's got himself in a terrible jam Way down yonder in Vietnam (fill in the blank) So put down your books and pick up a gun, We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam;(fill in the blank) And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let's move fast; Your big chance has come at last. Gotta go out and get those reds — The only good commie (Arab)is the one who's dead And you know that peace can only be won When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam;(fill in the blank) And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Huh!
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow, Why man, this is war au-go-go. There's plenty good money to be made By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade, Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, They drop it on the Viet Cong. (fill in the blank)
And it's one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam.(fill in the blank) And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on mothers throughout the land, Pack your boys off to Vietnam.(fill in the blank) Come on fathers, don't hesitate, Send 'em off before it's too late. Be the first one on your block To have your boy come home in a box.
And it's one, two, three What are we fighting for? Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam.(fill in the blank) And it's five, six, seven, Open up the pearly gates, Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
--Country Joe and the Fish
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17368, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Thu May-22-03 01:53 AM
I SAID 70'S HAL9000!! ( :) :) :) ) One of the original and most popular San Francisco Bay Area psychedelic bands, Country Joe & the Fish, was formed by lead singer Country Joe McDonald. The Berkeley group still had one foot in the jugband sound on their first EP, released in 1965 (featuring a folk version of their anthem "I-Feel-like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Rag") Could we get a moderator over here pleasssssse!
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17376, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Kiwi2022, Fri Jan-31-03 12:14 AM
I love the 70's music and love to listen and sing these old tunes!! I can't sing but I do anyway! LOL Oh yes and a few cocktails are always nice. *winks* Thanks for the smiles today...
One more edit..lol..For those of you who are interested in what these lyrics mean, here is a link. It's actually quite interesting.... http://www.whrc-wi.org/americanpie.htm
American Pie
A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside **The day the music died** So...
(Chorus) Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him 'cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin'
(Chorus)
Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh nd while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin'
(Chorus)
Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast Landed flat on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin'
(Chorus)
Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil's only friend And as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singin'
(Chorus)
I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most- the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost- They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing
Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
One of my favorites....
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17377, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by hal9000, Fri Jan-31-03 01:41 AM
Man, these were the days, Ohio, American Pie.
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17378, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Paul D, Fri Jan-31-03 01:57 AM
How is anyone on interpreting American Pie?
The day the music died - The plane crash that killed Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and The Big Bopper. The Jester - Bob Dylan? The birds - The Byrds. (Gee, that was hard!) The king and queen - ? Lenin - John Lennon The quartet (in the park) - ? Sergeants (played a marching tune) - The Beatles. An entire verse for The Rolling Stones. A girl who sang the blues - Janis Joplin. the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost - ?
Anything else?
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17379, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Kiwi2022, Fri Jan-31-03 02:02 AM
Hi Paul,
I actually just placed a link with the song that tells you what the lyrics mean..have a look, I have always found it to be very interesting....
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17380, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Paul D, Fri Jan-31-03 02:17 AM
Great link. Thnaks.
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17381, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Crazed, Fri Jan-31-03 08:45 AM
Whatever happened to him? I still can remember "Vincent" like it was yesterday.
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17382, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Fri Jan-31-03 08:47 AM
>Whatever happened to him? I still can remember "Vincent" >like it was yesterday. >
http://www.don-mclean.com/
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17383, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by sophie tucker, Fri Jan-31-03 11:58 PM
both of those songs (mclean's) were thought-provoking and told a tale. i liked them, tho they were overplayed to the point of making them 'pop'.
Sophie
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17384, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by gowen, Fri Jan-31-03 01:52 AM
THE LETTER; recorded live by Joe Cocker with Leon Russell and The Sheleter people in 1070.
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin home My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
I don't care how much money I gotta spend Got to get back to baby abain Lonely days are gone, I'm goin' home My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
Well, she wrote me a letter Said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back Anyway, yeah!
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, i'm a-goin' home My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
Well, she wrote me a letter Said she couldn't live without me no more Listen mister, can't you see I got to get back To my baby once-a more Anyway, yeah!
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home My baby, just-a wrote me a letter My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
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17385, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by freespirit, Fri Jan-31-03 03:42 AM
THE LETTER; recorded live by Joe Cocker with Leon Russell and The Sheleter people in 1070.
Wow, that is old!
Other stuff that happened in 1070 - http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&q=1070+a.d.&btnG=Google+Search
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17386, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by BrendaCanada, Fri Jan-31-03 03:49 AM
LOL...those were the good really old days!
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17387, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by rhbowler, Mon Feb-03-03 07:00 PM
Actually, the first group i heard do "The Letter" were the Box Tops.
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17388, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by KJT, Fri Jan-31-03 01:53 AM
Imagine
Imagine there's no heaven, It's easy if you try, No hell below us, Above us only sky, Imagine all the people living for today...
Imagine there's no countries, It isnt hard to do, Nothing to kill or die for, No religion too, Imagine all the people living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions, I wonder if you can, No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man, Imagine all the people Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer, but Im not the only one, I hope some day you'll join us, And the world will live as one
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17389, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Kiwi2022, Fri Jan-31-03 02:12 AM
Lean on Me Bill Withers
Good sing-a-long song...
Sometimes in our lives we all have pain We all have sorrow But if we are wise We know that there's always tomorrow
Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on
Please swallow your pride If I have things you need to borrow For no one can fill those of your needs That you don't let show
Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on
If there is a load you have to bear That you can't carry I'm right up the road I'll share your load If you just call me
So just call on me brother, when you need a hand We all need somebody to lean on I just might have a problem that you'd understand We all need somebody to lean on
Lean on me when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long Till I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on
Lean on me...
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17390, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Thu May-22-03 01:53 AM
Mr Carlson: I had one of my disc jockeys, Dr Johnny Fever, give me the lyrics to a song. He wants to know if you'd let him play that song on the air. Dr Bob, reading: "Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try. No hell below us, above us only sky. Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too. Imagine no possessions? Imagine all the peple sharing all the world?" That sounds like communism to me, if there's no heaven, no religion and, I assume, no God. Mr Carlson: There's not an obscene word in here. Dr Bob: Not the way I see it. Mr Carlson: Does it go on your list? Dr Bob: Arthur, this is typical of the kind of secular, liberal humanist point of view that gluts our airwaves. Mr Carlson: Yeah, but we're not talking obscenities here anymore, Bob, we're talking about ideas - political, philosophical ideas! First you censor a word, and then you censor the ideas. Dr Bob: The idea is man-centered, not God-centered. Man is an animal. The Bible tells us to put our reliance in God, not in our fellow mortals. Arthur, this song says there's no heaven. Mr Carlson: Ah. No, it says just imagine there's no heaven. Dr Bob: That's blasphemy. Mr Carlson: On the list or not? Dr Bob: I have no choice but to say on. Mr Carlson: That decision was made by one man. Andy: It's called censorship, and you can call it what you like, but it still stinks. Mr Carlson: When it comes to losing advertising clients, these bozos don't know who they're up against. Andy: If all else fails, I mght even set Les Nessman on them. Mr Carlson: Boy, that could signal the end of organized religion as we know it. http://tvsothertenpercent.tripod.com/wkrp/curb.html
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17391, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by doctormidnight, Fri Jan-31-03 02:07 AM
Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert!
brezhnev took afghanistan begin took beirut galtieri took the union jack and maggie over lunch one day took a cruiser with all hands apparently to make him give it back
leading into
The Fletcher Memorial Home
take all your overgrown infants away somewhere and build them a home a little place of their own the fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and kings and they can appear to themselves every day on closed circuit t.v. to make sure they're still real it's the only connection they feel "ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reagan and haig mr. begin and friend mrs. thatcher and paisley mr. brezhnev and party the ghost of mccarthy the memories of nixon and now adding colour a group of anonymous latin american meat packing glitterati" did they expect us to treat them with any respect they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye with their favourite toys they'll be good girls and boys in the fletcher memorial home for colonial wasters of life and limb is everyone in? are you having a nice time? now the final solution can be applied
leading into
"Waiting for the Worms"
Oooo You cannot reach me now, Oooo No matter how you try. Goodbye cruel world, it's over. Walk on by. Sitting in a bunker, Here behind my wall, Waiting for the worms to come. In perfect isolation, Here behind my wall, Waiting for the worms to come. Waiting, to cut out the deadwood. Waiting, to clean up the city. Waiting, to follow the worms. Waiting, to put on a black shirt. Waiting, to weed out the weaklings. Waiting, to smash in their windows and kick in their doors. Waiting, for the final solution to strengthen the strain. Waiting, to follow the worms. Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens. Waiting, for the queers and the coons and the Reds and the Jews. Waiting, to follow the worms. Would you like to see Britannia, Rule again, my friend? All you have to do is follow the worms. Would you like to send our colored cousins, Home again, my friend? All you need to do is follow the worms.
leading into
"The Trial"
Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour, The Crown will plainly show, The prisoner who now stands before you, Was caught red-handed showing feelings. Showing feelings of an almost human nature. This will not do. Call the schoolmaster! I always said he'd come to no good, In the end, Your Honour. If they'd let me have my way, I could have flayed him into shape. But my hands were tied.The bleeding hearts and artists, Let him get away with murder. Let me hammer him today. Crazy. Toys in the attic, I am crazy. Truly gone fishing. They must have taken my marbles away. Crazy.Toys in the attic, he is crazy. You little shit, you're in it now. I hope they throw away the key. You should've talked to me more often than you did. But no! You had to go your own way. Have you broken any homes up lately? Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour, Him and me alone.Baaaaaabe! Come to Mother, baby. Let me hold you in my arms. M'Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble. Why'd he ever have to leave me? Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home. Crazy. Over the rainbow, I am crazy. Bars in the window. There must have been a door there in the wall. For when I came in. Crazy. Over the rainbow, he is crazy. The evidence before the court is incontravertible. There's no need for the jury to retire. In all my years of judging I have never heard before, Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law. The way you made them suffer, Your exquisite wife and mother, Fills me with the urge to deficate! No, Judge, the jury! Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear, I sentence you to be exposed before your peers. Tear down the wall!
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17392, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Fri Jan-31-03 02:25 AM
I guess 1983 is pretty close to the 70's, Doctor. http://www.posi.net/personal/finalcut/7.html
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17393, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by doctormidnight, Fri Jan-31-03 02:27 AM
The Fletcher Memorial home was originally written in 1979, and had nothing to do with the Falkland Islands. But it was re-written andreleased on "The Final Cut", which is probably the worst Pink Floyd Album ever. Careful With That Axe, Waldo!
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17394, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Fri Jan-31-03 02:46 AM
MODERATORRRRRRR!!! ( :) :) :) ) God I love saying that. OK you were right (and in the box) but Hal9000 is still wrong!
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17395, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Fri Jan-31-03 03:09 AM
speaking of ax, a kind of tomahawk..............................Indian Reservation Paul Revere and The Raiders (Words and Music by John D. Loudermilk)
They took the whole Cherokee nation Put us on this reservation Took away our ways of life The tomahawk and the bow and knife Took away our native tongue And taught their English to our young And all the beads we made by hand Are nowadays made in Japan
Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe So proud to live, so proud to die
They took the whole Indian nation Locked us on this reservation Though I wear a shirt and tie I'm still part redman deep inside
Cherokee people, Cherokee tribe So proud to live, so proud to die
But maybe someday when they learn Cherokee nation will return, will return, will return, will return, will return
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17396, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by BrendaCanada, Fri Jan-31-03 03:51 AM
http://www.superseventies.com/seventiesalmanac.html
The 80's sucked man!!!
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17397, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by doctormidnight, Fri Jan-31-03 04:20 AM
The 80's rule! Moderator!
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17398, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by mickster, Fri Jan-31-03 04:41 AM
"Billy Don't Be A Hero"...a song made infamous in the U.S. by a band called Bo Donaldson and the Heywierds(Heywoods)...the drummer, Rick Brunetti was my best friend in high school. I actually coerced him into going to the audition.
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17399, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Thu May-22-03 01:53 AM
Burning Bridges Lyrics: Mike Curb Music: Lalo Schifrin
Friends all tried to warn me but I held my head up high All the times they warned me but I only passed them by They all tried to tell me but I guess I didn't care I turned my back and left them standing there
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me All the lonely feelings and the burning memories Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door Burning bridges lost forever more
Joe, he tried to help me find a job a while ago When I finally got it I did not want to go The party Mary gave for me when I just walked away Now there's nothing left for me to say
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me All the lonely feelings and the burning memories Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door Burning bridges lost forever more
Years have passed and I keep thinking what a fool I've been I look back into the past and think of way back then I know that I lost everything I thought that I could win I guess I should have listened to my friends
All the burning bridges that have fallen after me All the lonely feelings and the burning memories Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door Burning bridges lost forever more Burning bridges lost forever more
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17400, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Al, Fri Jan-31-03 11:20 AM
I went home with a waitress The way I always do How was I to know She was with the Russians too?
I was gambling in Havannah I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns, and money Dad, get me out of this
I’m the innocent bystander And somehow I got stuck Between a rock and a hard place And I’m down on my luck
Send lawyers, guns, and money
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17401, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by paladin1, Fri Jan-31-03 11:31 AM
I remember standing on the corner at midnight Trying to get my courage up There was this long, lovely dancer in a little club downtown I loved to watch her do her stuff Through the long, lonely nights she filled my sleep Her body softly swaying to that smoky beat Down on Main Street
In the pool halls, the hustlers and the losers I used to watch 'em through the glass Well I'd stand outside at closing time Just to watch her walk on past Unlike all the other ladies, she looked so young and sweet As she made her way alone down that empty street Down on Main Street
And sometimes even now, when I'm feeling lonely and beat I drift back in time and I find my feet Down on Main Street Down on Main Street
What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.
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17402, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Ropera, Fri Jan-31-03 03:40 PM
WELL SHE'S WALKING, THROUGH THE CLOUDS WITH A CIRCUS MIND THAT'S RUNNING WILD BUTTERFLIES AND ZEBRAS AND MOONBEAMS AND A FAIRY TALES THAT'S ALL SHE EVER THINKS ABOUT RIDING WITH THE WIND
WHEN I'M SAD SHE COMES TO ME WITH A THOUSAND SMILES SHE GIVES TO ME FREE IT'S ALRIGHT SHE SAYS, IT'S ALRIGHT TAKE ANYTHING YOU WANT FROM ME ANYTHING
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17403, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by sophie tucker, Sat Feb-01-03 12:17 AM
Spanish Pipedream
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke
Chorus: Blow up your TV throw away your paper Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try an find Jesus on your own
Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do
Repeat chorus:
Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face I said "You must know the answer." "She said, "No but I'll give it a try." And to this very day we've been livin' our way And here is the reason why
We blew up our TV threw away our paper Went to the country, built us a home Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches They all found Jesus on their own
© John Prine
i have to admit, i took John's advice!
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17404, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by sophie tucker, Sat Feb-01-03 12:20 AM
another by John i found when i was hunting...
Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore © John Prine
While digesting Reader's Digest In the back of a dirty book store, A plastic flag, with gum on the back, Fell out on the floor. Well, I picked it up and I ran outside Slapped on my window shield, And if I could see old Betsy Ross I tell her how good I feel.
Chorus: But your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. They're already overcrowded From your dirty little war. Now Jesus don't like killin' No matter what the reason's for, And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more.
Well, I went to the bank this morning And the cashier he said to me, "If you join the Christmas club We'll give you ten of them flags for free." Well, I didn't mess around a bit I took him up on what he said. And I stuck them stickers all over my car And one on my wife's forehead.
Repeat Chorus:
Well, I got my window shield so filled With flags I couldn't see. So, I ran the car upside a curb And right into a tree. By the time they got a doctor down I was already dead. And I'll never understand why the man Standing in the Pearly Gates said...
But your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more. We're already overcrowded From your dirty little war. Now Jesus don't like killin' No matter what the reason's for, And your flag decal won't get you Into Heaven any more.
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17405, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Thu May-22-03 01:53 AM
Thank ya'll for reminding me about John Prine. What a great way to spend a rainy Friday afternoon. ...........................................................Sam Stone ©John Prine
Sam Stone came home, To his wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas. And the time that he served, Had shattered all his nerves, And left a little shrapnel in his knee. But the morphine eased the pain, And the grass grew round his brain, And gave him all the confidence he lacked, With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.
Chorus: There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....
Sam Stone's welcome home Didn't last too long. He went to work when he'd spent his last dime And Sammy took to stealing When he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. And the gold rolled through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains, And eased his mind in the hours that he chose, While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
Repeat Chorus:
Sam Stone was alone When he popped his last balloon Climbing walls while sitting in a chair Well, he played his last request While the room smelled just like death With an overdose hovering in the air But life had lost its fun And there was nothing to be done But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill.
Repeat Chorus
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17408, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by MadDad, Sat Feb-01-03 02:21 AM
almost the 70's........
SWEET CHERRY WINE Come on everyone, we gotta get together now, Oh, yeah, love's the only thing that matters anyhow, And the beauty of life can only survive if we love one another.
Oh, yeah, yesterday my friends were marching out to war, Oh, yeah, listen now, we ain't marching anymore.
No, we ain't gonna fight, Only God has the right, To decide who's gonna live and die.
He gave us Sweet Cherry Wine, So very fine, drink it down, pass it around, So stimulating, so intoxicating, Sweet Cherry Wine. To open your mind, And everybody's gonna feel so fine, Drinking Sweet Cherry Wine, yes they will.
Watch the mountains turn to dust and blow away. Oh, Lord, you know there's got to be a better way. And the old masquerade is a no soul parade, Marching through the ruins of time. To save us, he gave us,
(chorus)
Oh, Sweet Cherry Wine. Come on drink it with your brother, Trust one another. Yeah, yeah. He gave us Sweet Cherry Wine. Drink it down, pass it around, People don't know the cup is running over.
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17409, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by DaDwarfs, Mon Feb-03-03 08:23 AM
Written Carole King Recorded by James Taylor You've Got A Friend
When you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing, whoa nothing is going right. Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there to brighten up even your darkest nights.
You just call out my name, and you know whereever I am I'll come running, oh yeah baby to see you again. Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah. You've got a friend.
If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds and that old north wind should begin to blow Keep your head together and call my name out loud and soon I will be knocking upon your door. You just call out my name and you know where ever I am I'll come running to see you again. Winter, spring, summer or fall all you got to do is call and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend? People can be so cold. They'll hurt you and desert you. Well they'll take your soul if you let them. Oh yeah, but don't you let them.
You just call out my name and you know wherever I am I'll come running to see you again. Oh babe, don't you know that, Winter spring summer or fall, Hey now, all you've got to do is call. Lord, I'll be there, yes I will. You've got a friend. You've got a friend. Ain't it good to know you've got a friend. Ain't it good to know you've got a friend. You've got a friend.
**** UD/PC911 crunching in memory of Freddie (1949-1990) Miss ya bro
Vicky (1960-2002) You fought long and hard PEACE
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17410, RE: 50'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Ethan, Mon Feb-03-03 08:50 AM
another one from the 11th century
It Makes A Fellow Proud To Be A Soldier TOM LEHRER
edited to remove an additional decade
The heart of every man in our platoon must swell with pride, For the nation's youth, the cream of which is marching at his side. For the fascinating rules and regulations that we share, And the quaint and curious costumes that we're called upon to wear.
Now Al joined up to do his part defending you and me. He wants to fight and bleed and kill and die for liberty. With the hell of war he's come to grips, Policing up the filter tips, It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!
When Pete was only in the seventh grade, he stabbed a cop. He's real R.A.* material, and he was glad to swap His switchblade and his old zip gun For a bayonet and a new M-1. It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!
After Johnny got through basic training, he Was a soldier through and through when he was done. Its effects were so well rooted, That the next day he saluted A Good Humor man, an usher, and a nun.
Now, Fred's an intellectual, brings a book to every meal. He likes the deep philosophers, like Norman Vincent Peale. He thinks the army's just the thing, Because he finds it broadening. It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!
Now, Ed flunked out of second grade, and never finished school. He doesn't know a shelter half from an entrenching tool. But, he's going to be a big success, He heads his class at OCS.** It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!
Our old mess sergeant's taste buds had been shot off in the war. But his savory collations add to our esprit de corps. To think of all the marvelous ways They're using plastics nowadays. It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier!
Our lieutenant is the up-and-coming type, Played with soldiers as a boy, you just can bet. It is written in the stars He will get his captain's bars, But he hasn't got enough box tops yet.
Our captain has a handicap to cope with, sad to tell. He's from Georgia, and he doesn't speak the language very well. He used to be, so rumor has, The Dean of Men...at Alcatraz. It makes a fellow proud to be, What as a kid I vowed to be, What luck to be allowed to be a soldier. (At ease!)
Ethan
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17411, RE: 60'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Mon Feb-03-03 09:10 AM
NO ONE IS GOING BY THE GUIDELINE'S I SET FOR THIS THREAD!!!! :'( :'( Having got that out of the way, I've never heard of Tom Lehrer. Thanks interesting reading about him, Ethan :'( :'(
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17412, RE: 60'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by sophie tucker, Mon Feb-03-03 05:38 PM
>NO ONE IS GOING BY THE GUIDELINE'S I SET FOR THIS THREAD!!!! > :'( :'(
yes, but what fun we're having! and isn't that always the way when you send something out into the world! ;)
>Having got that out of the way, I've never heard of Tom Lehrer. Thanks interesting reading about him, Ethan :'( :'(
the first time i heard Tom Lehrer, i was shocked! they say he was spontaneous. he used to play 'the circuit' on the piano, like at clubs and i think resorts in the Catskills, etc... anyway, people would give him a topic, and he would come up with songs on the spot! satire, based on songs already written.
Sophie
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17413, RE: 60'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by mickoz, Mon Feb-03-03 08:11 PM
One of my favourite Aussie bands. :)
Khe Sanh Cold Chisel (Cold Chisel)
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man I've had the Vietnam cold turkey From the ocean to the Silver City And it's only other vets could understand
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees How there were no V-dayheroes in 1973 How we sailed into Sydney Harbour Saw an old friend but couldn't kiss her She was lined, and I was home to the lucky land
And she was like so many more from that time on Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one And their legs were often open But their minds were always closed And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket lean And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been But the car parks made me jumpy And I never stopped the dreams Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
So I worked across the country end to end Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend Held a job on an oil-rig Flying choppers when I could But the nightlife nearly drove me round the bend
And I've travelled round the world from year to year And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear And I've been back to South East Asia But the answer sure ain't there But I'm drifting north, to check things out again
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone Only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong Kong There ain't nothing like the kisses From a jaded Chinese princess I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone Yeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone And it's really got me worried I'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry And the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
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17417, RE: 60'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Paul D, Wed Feb-05-03 03:39 AM
Tom Lehrer's Irish Ballad.
About a maid I'll sing a song, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, About a maid I'll sing a song, Who didn't have her fam'ly long. Not only did she do them wrong, She did ev'ryone of them in, them in, She did ev'ryone of them in.
One morning in a fit of pique, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, One morning in a fit of pique, She drowned her father in the creek. The water tasted bad for a week, And we had to make do with gin, with gin, We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, Her mother she could never stand, And so a cyanide soup she planned. The mother died with the spoon in her hand, And her face in a hideous grin, a grin, Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire, a-Rickety-tickety-tin, She set her sister's hair on fire, And as the smoke and flame rose high'r, Danced around the funeral pyre, Playin' a violin, -olin, Playin' a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones, a-Rickety-tickety-tin, She weighted her brother down with stones, And sent him off to Davy Jones. All they ever found were some bones, And occasional pieces of skin, of skin, Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, One day when she had nothing to do, She cut her baby brother in two, And served him up as an Irish stew, And invited the neighbors in, -bors in, Invited the neighbors in.
And when at last the police came by, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, And when at last the police came by, Her little pranks she did not deny. To do so she would have had to lie, And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin, Lying, she knew, was a sin.
My tragic tale I won't prolong, Rickety-tickety-tin, My tragic tale I won't prolong, And if you do not enjoy my song, You've yourselves to blame if it's too long, You should never have let me begin, begin, You should never have let me begin.
I also recall one called the ballad of Lizzie Borden, but I can't find the lyrics.
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17414, RE: 60'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Thu May-22-03 01:53 AM
> >yes, but what fun we're having! and isn't that always the >way when you send something out into the world! ;) > I tell ya I get no respect around this joint! Can't a guy be "tongue in cheek" around here! (loving every minute of it) >the first time i heard Tom Lehrer, i was shocked! they say >he was spontaneous. he used to play 'the circuit' on the >piano, like at clubs and i think resorts in the Catskills, >etc... anyway, people would give him a topic, and he would >come up with songs on the spot! satire, based on songs >already written. > >Sophie So far I really like Ethans song and "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park". I can't believe I never heard about this guy before........... http://www.rodney.com/home/home.asp
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17415, RE: 60'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Thu May-22-03 01:53 AM
GETTING MY THREAD BACK ON TOPIC ( :) ) Another artist that made up songs from the audience's suggestions was Mac Davis. AND HE RECORDED THEM IN THE SEVENTIES!! ...................................... Artist : Mac Davis Song : It's Hard To Be Humble
(spoken) Back a few months ago, I was headlinin' a great big nightclub... and they put me up a couple days early, I came in a couple days early and they put me up in what they call the "Star Suite", now here I am, headlinin' in one of the biggest nightclubs in the country and I wake up at eight o'clock in the morning in this "Star Suite"...
...all by myself. Crowd: Awwww. Mac: Yeah, that's what I said, "Awwwww." But I did what I've always done, man, to cheer myself up, I picked up my guitar, I sat down and I wrote me a little song. Now this is how it feels to be alone at the top of the hill, tryin' to figure out why.
(sung) Chorus: Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble When you're perfect in every way I can't wait to look in the mirror Cause I get better lookin' each day To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble But I'm doin' the best that I can!
I used to have a girlfriend But I guess she just couldn't compete With all of these love-starved women Who keep clamoring at my feet Well I could probably find me another But I guess they're all in awe of me Who cares? I never get lonesome Cause I treasure my own company.
Ohhhhhh..... (chorus)
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17418, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by MadDad, Tue Feb-04-03 07:35 AM
WAR (Barret Strong, Norman Whitfield/Edwin Star)
War What is it good for Absolutely nothing War What is it good for Absolutely nothing War is something that I despise For it means destruction of innocent lives For it means tears in thousands of mothers' eyes When their sons go out to fight to give their lives
War What is it good for Absolutely nothing Say it again War What is it good for Absolutely nothing
War It's nothing but a heartbreaker War Friend only to the undertaker War is the enemy of all mankind The thought of war blows my mind Handed down from generation to generation Induction destruction Who wants to die
War What is it good for Absolutely nothing Say it again War What is it good for Absolutely nothing
War has shattered many young men's dreams Made them disabled bitter and meanLife is too precious to be fighting wars each day War can't give life it can only take it away
War It's nothing but a heartbreaker War Friend only to the undertaker Peace love and understanding There must be some place for these things today They say we must fight to keep our freedom But Lord there's gotta be a better way That's better than War
War What is it good for Absolutely nothing Say it again War What is it good for Absolutely nothing
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17419, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by Crockett, Tue Feb-04-03 08:39 AM
Neil Young---Old Man(1972)
Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life, Twenty four and there's so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two.
Love lost, such a cost, Give me things that don't get lost. Like a coin that won't get tossed Rolling home to you.
Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true.
Lullabies, look in your eyes, Run around the same old town. Doesn't mean that much to me To mean that much to you.
I've been first and last Look at how the time goes past. But I'm all alone at last. Rolling home to you.
Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true.
Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were.
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17420, RE: 70'S SLOCK ROCK Posted by waldo, Thu May-22-03 01:53 AM
"YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME" By Steve Goodman; as recorded by David Allan Coe
WELL, IT WAS ALL THAT I COULD DO TO KEEP FROM CRYIN’ SOMETIMES IT SEEMED SO USELESS TO REMAIN BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN’, DARLIN' YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME BY MY NAME
YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME WAYLON JENNINGS AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME CHARLIE PRIDE AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME MERLE HAGGARD/ ANYMORE EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE ON MY FIGHTIN’ SIDE
CHORUS: AND I’LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN’ IN THE RAIN BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN’, DARLIN’ YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME
WELL, I’VE HEARD MY NAME A FEW TIMES IN YOUR PHONE BOOK (Hello, Hello) AND I’VE SEEN IT ON SIGNS WHERE I’VE PLAYED BUT THE ONLY TIME I KNOW I’LL HEAR "DAVID ALLAN COE" IS WHEN JESUS HAS HIS FINAL JUDGMENT DAY
REPEAT CHORUS (SO I’LL HANG . . .)
RECITATION: WELL, A FRIEND OF MINE NAMED STEVE GOODMAN WROTE THAT SONG AND HE TOLD ME IT WAS THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. I WROTE HIM BACK A LETTER AND I TOLD HIM IT WAS NOT THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG BECAUSE HE HADN’T SAID ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT MAMA, OR TRAINS, OR TRUCKS, OR PRISON, OR GETTIN’ DRUNK. WELL HE SAT DOWN AND WROTE ANOTHER VERSE TO THE SONG AND HE SENT IT TO ME, AND AFTER READING IT, I REALIZED THAT MY FRIEND HAD WRITTEN THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. AND I FELT OBLIGED TO INCLUDE IT ON THIS ALBUM. THE LAST VERSE GOES LIKE THIS HERE:
WELL, I WAS DRUNK THE DAY MY MOM GOT OUT OF PRISON AND I WENT TO PICK HER UP IN THE RAIN BUT BEFORE I COULD GET TO THE STATION IN MY PICKUP TRUCK SHE GOT RUNNED OVER BY A DAMNED OLD TRAIN
CHORUS: AND I’LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN’ IN THE RAIN NO, A’ YOU DON’T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN’, DARLIN’ YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME WELL I WONDER WHY YOU DON’T CALL ME WHY DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME BY MY NAME
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