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Body parts, hillbillies, and beef stew
More song posts instead of actual content, because I seem to have come down with something that's not quite a cold and is not quite a flu, but is rather unpleasant nonetheless. I'm not going to go to class tomorrow if I still feel this icky. It's probably just your average student mixture of bad food and lack of sleep.
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bestfiend asked for songs concering
Human appendages
"Clap Your Hands," They Might Be Giants
Download "Clap Your Hands"
But you didn't say "Simon Says"!
Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh
Uh huh
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Stomp your feet!
Stomp your feet!
Stomp your feet!
Stomp your feet!
Stomp your feet!
Jump in the air!
Jump in the air!
Jump in the air!
Jump in the air!
"What's the Ugliest Part of Your Body?", Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention
Download "What's the Ugliest Part Of Your Body?"
Download "What's the Ugliest Part Of Your Body? (Reprise)"
I can't help but think that this song may have been composed by an unusually cynical preschool teacher in an attempt to teach young children their body parts. Probably not, though.
What's the ugliest part of your body?
What's the ugliest part of your body?
Some say your nose,
Some say your toes,
But I think it's your mind.
Yes, I think it's your mind...
All your children are poor unfortunate victims of systems beyond their control!
A plague upon your ignorance and the grey despair of your ugly life!
Where did Annie go when she went to town?
Who are all these creeps that she hangs around?
All your children are poor unfortunate victims of lies you believe!
A plague upon your ignorance that keeps the young from the truth they deserve!
What's the ugliest part of your body?
What's the ugliest part of your body?
Some say your nose,
Some say your toes,
But I think it's your mind.
Yes, I think it's your mind...
"The Beast With Five Hands," the Groovie Ghoulies
Download "The Beast With Five Hands"
I picture a series of comic book covers illustrated in "Tales of the Crypt" style when I listen to this song.
My baby gives me back rubs - she throws great pizza dough
She helps me push my car - when it will not go
I need not defend her - some people run and scream
Daily she says no to the coach of the baseball team
'cause she's the Beast with five hands
The Beast with five hands
Don't you try and take her
Don't you know that I'm her man
She's my baby baby yeah the Beast with five hands
When we're at the movies - she makes feel alright
One arm's wrapped around me - two arms hold me tight
Arm four holds the popcorn - arm five holds the drink
There's no other girl I'd rather have I do not think
'cause she's the Beast with five hands
The Beast with five hands
Don't you try and take her
Don't you know that I'm her man
She's my baby baby yeah the Beast with five hands
I really love you baby - you really drive me wild
Especially when all 25 of your nails are filed
You really make me happy - you really make me sing
But I don't think we'll marry 'cause I can't afford five rings
yeah you're the Beast with five hands
The Beast with five hands
Don't you try and take her
Don't you know that I'm her man
She's my baby baby yeah the Beast with five hands
"Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory," Guns 'n' Roses cover (originally by the New York Dolls)
Download "Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory"
I can't find a copy of the original, but this is just about as good. I did once get to see the Dolls do this song in concert, sans Johnny Thunders, of course.
It doesn't pay to try,
All the smart boys know why,
It doesn't mean, I didn't try,
I just never know, why.
It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone
Oh, baby, you're not home.
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone.
It's so restless, I am,
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense, down 'side my bones.
And even though it don't show,
Those guys are so old.
Can't put your arms around a memory,
Can't put your arms around a memory,
Can't put your arms around a memory.
Don't try
Don't try
You're just a basket case.
And you got no name.
Could you live with me
Go on and say.
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old.
Can't put your arms around a memory,
Can't put your arms around a memory.
Can't put your arms around a memory.
Don't try
Don't try
"Praying Hands," Devo
Download "Praying Hands"
Mark Mothersbaugh tries to imagine an evangelistic Christian dance craze. Sounds like fun-diddly-un to me!
YOU GOT YOUR LEFT HAND
YOU GOT YOUR RIGHT HAND
THE LEFT HAND'S DIDDLING
WHILE THE RIGHT HAND GOES TO WORK
YOU GOT BOTH HANDS
YOU GOT PRAYING HANDS
THEY PRAY FOR NO MAN
O.K....RELAX...
AND ASSUME THE POSITION
GO INTO DOGGIE SUBMISSION
WASH YOUR HANDS THREE TIMES A DAY
ALWAYS DO WHAT YOUR MOTHER WOULD SAY
BRUSH YOUR TEETH IN THE FOLLOWING WAY
WASH YOUR HANDS THREE TIMES A DAY
YOU GOT YOUR LEFT HAND
YOU GOT YOUR RIGHT HAND
THE LEFT HAND'S DIDDLING
WHILE THE RIGHT HAND GOES TO WORK
YOU GOT BOTH HANDS
YOU GOT PRAYING HANDS
THEY PRAY FOR NO MAN
(roll over play dead get spiritual-minded)
O.K....RELAX...
AND ASSUME THE POSITION
GO INTO DOGGIE SUBMISSION
WASH YOUR HANDS THREE TIMES A DAY
ALWAYS DO WHAT YOUR MOTHER WOULD SAY
BRUSH YOUR TEETH IN THE FOLLOWING WAY
WASH YOUR HANDS THREE TIMES A DAY
veevega's request was
Hillbilly
"Orange Claw Hammer," Captain Beefheart
Download "Orange Claw Hammer"
I'm not sure what to make of this song except that I don't believe a word the narrator is saying.
Uh thick cloud caught uh piper cubs tail
The match struck blue on uh railroad rail
The old puff horse was just pullin' thru
'n uh' man wore uh peg leg forever
I'm on the bum where the hoboes run
The air breaks with filthy chatter
Oh I don't care there's no place there
I don't think it matters
My skin's blazin' thru
'n my clothes in tatters
'n the railroad looks
Like uh "Y" up the hill of ladders
One shoe fell on the gravel
One stick poked down
Gray of age fell down on uh pair of ears
An eagle shined thru my hole watch pocket
Uh gingham girl baby girl
Passed me by in tears
Uh jack rabbit raised his folded ears
Uh beautiful sagebrush jack rabbit
'n an oriole sang like an orange
His breast full uh worms
'n his tail clawed the evenin' like uh hammer
His wings took t' air like uh bomber
'n my rain can caught me uh cup uh water
When I got into town
Odd jobs mam ah' yer horse I'll fodder
I'm the round house man
I once was yer father
Uh little up the road uh wooden
Candy stripe barber pole o
'n above it read uh sign "painless parker"
Licorice twisted around under uh fly
'n uh youngster cocked 'er eye
God before me if I'm not crazy
Is my daughter
Come little one with yer little
ole dimpled fingers
Gimme one 'n I'll buy you uh cherry phosphate
Take you down t' the foamin' brine 'n water
'n show you the wooden tits
On the Goddess with the pole out full sail
That tempted away yer peg legged father
I was shanghied by uh high hat beaver mustache man
'n his pirate friend
I woke up in vomit 'n beer in uh banana bin
'n uh soft lass with brown skin
Bore me seven babies with snappin black eyes
'n beautiful ebony skin
'n here it is I'm with you my daughter
Thirty years away can make uh seaman's eyes
Uh round house man's eyes flow out water
Salt water
"Social Disease," Elton John
Download "Social Disease"
This song is made no less enjoyable by the fact that it's not being sung by a genuine trailer-park hillbilly, but a middle-class English pop star.
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days
And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
"Johnny B. Goode," originally by Chuck Berry
Download the original Chuck Berry version
Download the Judas Priest version
Download the AC/DC version
Download the Sex Pistols version
It cannot be denied that this song is the epitome of hillbilly success stories. Boy sees his name in lights! What else could ya want? It's also ridiculous how many versions I have of this. I like the Sex Pistols one best.
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go go, Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go...
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go go go, Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go...
Johnny B. Goode
His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."
Go go go, Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go...
Johnny B. Goode
"Blue Moon of Kentucky," by Elvis Presley
Download "Blue Moon of Kentucky"
And here, of course, we have a song by the real-life epitome of hillbilly success, the representative of all that is tacky and fun about America, the King himself!
Blue moon, blue moon, blue moon,
Keep shining bright.
Blue moon, keep on shining bright,
You’re gonna bring me back my baby tonight,
Blue moon, keep shining bright.
I said blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining,
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
I said blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining,
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
Well, it was on one moonlight night,
Stars shining bright,
Wish blown high
Love said good-bye.
Blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
Well, I said blue moon of kentucky
Just keep on shining.
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
I said blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
Well, it was on one moonlight night,
Stars shining bright,
Wish blown high
Love said good-bye.
Blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
"Coal Miner's Blues," Doc Watson
Download "Coal Miner's Blues"
Doc Watson was one of my favorite musicians when I was a kid. I've seen him three or four times in person; the first time, I was about five, and I fell asleep in the middle of the show. I still remember the bit where I was awake.
I wake up each morning with the coal miner's blues
Each and every morning with the coal miner's blues
And sometimes I forget to sharpen these picks that I use
These are every day blues, these mean ol' coal mine blues
These are every day blues, these mean ol' coal mine blues
Lord that boss man's so mean, but someday he'll get his dues
They are the soul blues, these mean ol' coal black blues
They are the soul blues, these coal miner's blues
There's coal in my hair, and there's coal in my shoes
And goodbye you soul blues, you mean ol' coal black blues
Goodbye to these soul blues, these mean ol' coal black blues
If I don't leave this old mine, my life I may lose
dr_ninjapants requested songs about
Beef stew
I couldn't find any songs about beef, stew, or beef stew. Or even cows or soup. So instead, here are five songs that I have listened to while eating beef stew.
"Do Virgins Taste Better?," the Brobdingnagian Bards
Download "Do Virgins Taste Better?"
Dragons...virgins...the physics alone boggles the mind.
A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.
Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.
Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.
Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!
THE DRAGON'S RETORT:
Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me.
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree.
This ecology needs me and I know my place.
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.
Well, I came to this village to better my health
Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
Well, I'm really quite kind almost all through the year.
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets as I'm sure you'll agree.
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me
As it happens our interests are almost the same.
You see I'm really quite skillful at managing game.
If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.
Now, the number of babies a woman can bear
Has limits, and that's why my prunings done there.
And an orphan's a sad sight and so when I much.
I'm careful to eat only virgins for lunch
"Sheep Go To Heaven, Goats Go To Hell," by Cake
Download "Sheep Go To Heaven, Goats Go To Hell"
Withdiraskyria, I've figured out what just about everything in this song symbolizes except for the barber. All I can think of is Sweeney Todd, which has little or nothing to do with what I think the song's about.
I’m not feeling alright today
I’m not feeling that great
I’m not catching on fire today
love has started to fade
I’m not going to smile today
I’m not gonna laugh
you're out living it up today
I’ve got dues to pay
And the grave-digger puts on the forceps
The stone mason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
I just want to play on my pan-pipes
I just want to drink me some wine
as soon as your born you start dying
so you might as well have a good time
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats… go to hell
I don't wanna go to sunset strip
I don't wanna feel the emptiness
bold marquees with stupid band names
I don't wanna go to sunset strip
I don't wanna go to sunset strip
I don't wanna feel the emptiness
Bold marquees with stupid band names
I don't wanna go to sunset strip
And the grave-digger puts on the forceps
The stone mason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
I just want to play on my pan-pipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as your born you start dying
So you might as well have a good time
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats… go to hell
And the grave-digger puts on the forceps
The stone mason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
I just want to play on my pan-pipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as your born you start dying
So you might as well have a good time
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats… go to hell [x5]
"Red Hot," Vanessa Mae
Download "Red Hot"
Electric violin! My mom used to play the CD this was on a lot during dinner, and this was my favorite track off it.
(Instrumental)
"Nobody Told Me," John Lennon
Download "Nobody Told Me"
Goes very nicely with leftover beef stew, pita bread, a cup of tea, a new book, and the knowledge that since you're alone for the night, you can listen to one song as many times as you want while you eat and nobody will get up to fiddle with the CD player.
Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs.
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something happening cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed...strange days indeed.
Everybody's runnin' and no one makes a move
Everyone's a winner, and no one seems to lose.
There's a little yellow island to the north of Katmandu.
Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground
Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound.
There's a place for us in movies, you just gotta stay around.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed, most peculiar, mama.
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's UFO's over New York and I ain't too surprised.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed, most peculiar, Mama.
"St. James Infirmary Blues" the Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo and Cab Calloway (not at the same time)
Download Danny's version
Download Cab's version
I made my mom a mix CD of various Danny Elfman things, and she particularly likes their old, jazzy stuff. Danny sounds very odd and nasal on here, probably because he's doing a Cab Calloway voice, but it's still quite clearly Danny. Since this is a traditional blues song, there's a different set of lyrics for everyone who sings it; Danny's using Cab's version.
Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers,
Let a chorus girl sing me a song.
Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along.
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.
I demand more phrases to keep me occupied through what may be a haze tomorrow. Ask!
bestfiend asked for songs concering Human appendages
"Clap Your Hands," They Might Be Giants
Download "Clap Your Hands"
But you didn't say "Simon Says"!
Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh uh huh
Uh huh
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Clap your hands!
Stomp your feet!
Stomp your feet!
Stomp your feet!
Stomp your feet!
Stomp your feet!
Jump in the air!
Jump in the air!
Jump in the air!
Jump in the air!
"What's the Ugliest Part of Your Body?", Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention
Download "What's the Ugliest Part Of Your Body?"
Download "What's the Ugliest Part Of Your Body? (Reprise)"
I can't help but think that this song may have been composed by an unusually cynical preschool teacher in an attempt to teach young children their body parts. Probably not, though.
What's the ugliest part of your body?
What's the ugliest part of your body?
Some say your nose,
Some say your toes,
But I think it's your mind.
Yes, I think it's your mind...
All your children are poor unfortunate victims of systems beyond their control!
A plague upon your ignorance and the grey despair of your ugly life!
Where did Annie go when she went to town?
Who are all these creeps that she hangs around?
All your children are poor unfortunate victims of lies you believe!
A plague upon your ignorance that keeps the young from the truth they deserve!
What's the ugliest part of your body?
What's the ugliest part of your body?
Some say your nose,
Some say your toes,
But I think it's your mind.
Yes, I think it's your mind...
"The Beast With Five Hands," the Groovie Ghoulies
Download "The Beast With Five Hands"
I picture a series of comic book covers illustrated in "Tales of the Crypt" style when I listen to this song.
My baby gives me back rubs - she throws great pizza dough
She helps me push my car - when it will not go
I need not defend her - some people run and scream
Daily she says no to the coach of the baseball team
'cause she's the Beast with five hands
The Beast with five hands
Don't you try and take her
Don't you know that I'm her man
She's my baby baby yeah the Beast with five hands
When we're at the movies - she makes feel alright
One arm's wrapped around me - two arms hold me tight
Arm four holds the popcorn - arm five holds the drink
There's no other girl I'd rather have I do not think
'cause she's the Beast with five hands
The Beast with five hands
Don't you try and take her
Don't you know that I'm her man
She's my baby baby yeah the Beast with five hands
I really love you baby - you really drive me wild
Especially when all 25 of your nails are filed
You really make me happy - you really make me sing
But I don't think we'll marry 'cause I can't afford five rings
yeah you're the Beast with five hands
The Beast with five hands
Don't you try and take her
Don't you know that I'm her man
She's my baby baby yeah the Beast with five hands
"Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory," Guns 'n' Roses cover (originally by the New York Dolls)
Download "Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory"
I can't find a copy of the original, but this is just about as good. I did once get to see the Dolls do this song in concert, sans Johnny Thunders, of course.
It doesn't pay to try,
All the smart boys know why,
It doesn't mean, I didn't try,
I just never know, why.
It's isn't 'cause I'm all alone
Oh, baby, you're not home.
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone.
It's so restless, I am,
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense, down 'side my bones.
And even though it don't show,
Those guys are so old.
Can't put your arms around a memory,
Can't put your arms around a memory,
Can't put your arms around a memory.
Don't try
Don't try
You're just a basket case.
And you got no name.
Could you live with me
Go on and say.
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old.
Can't put your arms around a memory,
Can't put your arms around a memory.
Can't put your arms around a memory.
Don't try
Don't try
"Praying Hands," Devo
Download "Praying Hands"
Mark Mothersbaugh tries to imagine an evangelistic Christian dance craze. Sounds like fun-diddly-un to me!
YOU GOT YOUR LEFT HAND
YOU GOT YOUR RIGHT HAND
THE LEFT HAND'S DIDDLING
WHILE THE RIGHT HAND GOES TO WORK
YOU GOT BOTH HANDS
YOU GOT PRAYING HANDS
THEY PRAY FOR NO MAN
O.K....RELAX...
AND ASSUME THE POSITION
GO INTO DOGGIE SUBMISSION
WASH YOUR HANDS THREE TIMES A DAY
ALWAYS DO WHAT YOUR MOTHER WOULD SAY
BRUSH YOUR TEETH IN THE FOLLOWING WAY
WASH YOUR HANDS THREE TIMES A DAY
YOU GOT YOUR LEFT HAND
YOU GOT YOUR RIGHT HAND
THE LEFT HAND'S DIDDLING
WHILE THE RIGHT HAND GOES TO WORK
YOU GOT BOTH HANDS
YOU GOT PRAYING HANDS
THEY PRAY FOR NO MAN
(roll over play dead get spiritual-minded)
O.K....RELAX...
AND ASSUME THE POSITION
GO INTO DOGGIE SUBMISSION
WASH YOUR HANDS THREE TIMES A DAY
ALWAYS DO WHAT YOUR MOTHER WOULD SAY
BRUSH YOUR TEETH IN THE FOLLOWING WAY
WASH YOUR HANDS THREE TIMES A DAY
veevega's request was Hillbilly
"Orange Claw Hammer," Captain Beefheart
Download "Orange Claw Hammer"
I'm not sure what to make of this song except that I don't believe a word the narrator is saying.
Uh thick cloud caught uh piper cubs tail
The match struck blue on uh railroad rail
The old puff horse was just pullin' thru
'n uh' man wore uh peg leg forever
I'm on the bum where the hoboes run
The air breaks with filthy chatter
Oh I don't care there's no place there
I don't think it matters
My skin's blazin' thru
'n my clothes in tatters
'n the railroad looks
Like uh "Y" up the hill of ladders
One shoe fell on the gravel
One stick poked down
Gray of age fell down on uh pair of ears
An eagle shined thru my hole watch pocket
Uh gingham girl baby girl
Passed me by in tears
Uh jack rabbit raised his folded ears
Uh beautiful sagebrush jack rabbit
'n an oriole sang like an orange
His breast full uh worms
'n his tail clawed the evenin' like uh hammer
His wings took t' air like uh bomber
'n my rain can caught me uh cup uh water
When I got into town
Odd jobs mam ah' yer horse I'll fodder
I'm the round house man
I once was yer father
Uh little up the road uh wooden
Candy stripe barber pole o
'n above it read uh sign "painless parker"
Licorice twisted around under uh fly
'n uh youngster cocked 'er eye
God before me if I'm not crazy
Is my daughter
Come little one with yer little
ole dimpled fingers
Gimme one 'n I'll buy you uh cherry phosphate
Take you down t' the foamin' brine 'n water
'n show you the wooden tits
On the Goddess with the pole out full sail
That tempted away yer peg legged father
I was shanghied by uh high hat beaver mustache man
'n his pirate friend
I woke up in vomit 'n beer in uh banana bin
'n uh soft lass with brown skin
Bore me seven babies with snappin black eyes
'n beautiful ebony skin
'n here it is I'm with you my daughter
Thirty years away can make uh seaman's eyes
Uh round house man's eyes flow out water
Salt water
"Social Disease," Elton John
Download "Social Disease"
This song is made no less enjoyable by the fact that it's not being sung by a genuine trailer-park hillbilly, but a middle-class English pop star.
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days
And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
"Johnny B. Goode," originally by Chuck Berry
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It cannot be denied that this song is the epitome of hillbilly success stories. Boy sees his name in lights! What else could ya want? It's also ridiculous how many versions I have of this. I like the Sex Pistols one best.
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go go, Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go...
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
Go go go, Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go...
Johnny B. Goode
His mother told him "Someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight."
Go go go, Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go, go Johnny go
Go...
Johnny B. Goode
"Blue Moon of Kentucky," by Elvis Presley
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And here, of course, we have a song by the real-life epitome of hillbilly success, the representative of all that is tacky and fun about America, the King himself!
Blue moon, blue moon, blue moon,
Keep shining bright.
Blue moon, keep on shining bright,
You’re gonna bring me back my baby tonight,
Blue moon, keep shining bright.
I said blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining,
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
I said blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining,
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
Well, it was on one moonlight night,
Stars shining bright,
Wish blown high
Love said good-bye.
Blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
Well, I said blue moon of kentucky
Just keep on shining.
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
I said blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
Well, it was on one moonlight night,
Stars shining bright,
Wish blown high
Love said good-bye.
Blue moon of kentucky
Keep on shining.
Shine on the one that’s gone and left me blue.
"Coal Miner's Blues," Doc Watson
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Doc Watson was one of my favorite musicians when I was a kid. I've seen him three or four times in person; the first time, I was about five, and I fell asleep in the middle of the show. I still remember the bit where I was awake.
I wake up each morning with the coal miner's blues
Each and every morning with the coal miner's blues
And sometimes I forget to sharpen these picks that I use
These are every day blues, these mean ol' coal mine blues
These are every day blues, these mean ol' coal mine blues
Lord that boss man's so mean, but someday he'll get his dues
They are the soul blues, these mean ol' coal black blues
They are the soul blues, these coal miner's blues
There's coal in my hair, and there's coal in my shoes
And goodbye you soul blues, you mean ol' coal black blues
Goodbye to these soul blues, these mean ol' coal black blues
If I don't leave this old mine, my life I may lose
dr_ninjapants requested songs about Beef stew
I couldn't find any songs about beef, stew, or beef stew. Or even cows or soup. So instead, here are five songs that I have listened to while eating beef stew.
"Do Virgins Taste Better?," the Brobdingnagian Bards
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Dragons...virgins...the physics alone boggles the mind.
A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.
Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.
Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.
Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!
THE DRAGON'S RETORT:
Now, I am a dragon. Please listen to me.
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree.
This ecology needs me and I know my place.
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race.
Well, I came to this village to better my health
Which is ever so poor, despite all my wealth.
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
But my favorite snack mixed with peril is fraught.
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot.
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not.
Well, I'm really quite kind almost all through the year.
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear.
But a birthday needs sweets as I'm sure you'll agree.
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me
As it happens our interests are almost the same.
You see I'm really quite skillful at managing game.
If I ate just your men, would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time.
Now, the number of babies a woman can bear
Has limits, and that's why my prunings done there.
And an orphan's a sad sight and so when I much.
I'm careful to eat only virgins for lunch
"Sheep Go To Heaven, Goats Go To Hell," by Cake
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With
diraskyria, I've figured out what just about everything in this song symbolizes except for the barber. All I can think of is Sweeney Todd, which has little or nothing to do with what I think the song's about. I’m not feeling alright today
I’m not feeling that great
I’m not catching on fire today
love has started to fade
I’m not going to smile today
I’m not gonna laugh
you're out living it up today
I’ve got dues to pay
And the grave-digger puts on the forceps
The stone mason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
I just want to play on my pan-pipes
I just want to drink me some wine
as soon as your born you start dying
so you might as well have a good time
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats… go to hell
I don't wanna go to sunset strip
I don't wanna feel the emptiness
bold marquees with stupid band names
I don't wanna go to sunset strip
I don't wanna go to sunset strip
I don't wanna feel the emptiness
Bold marquees with stupid band names
I don't wanna go to sunset strip
And the grave-digger puts on the forceps
The stone mason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
I just want to play on my pan-pipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as your born you start dying
So you might as well have a good time
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats… go to hell
And the grave-digger puts on the forceps
The stone mason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch
I just want to play on my pan-pipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as your born you start dying
So you might as well have a good time
Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell
Sheep go to heaven
Goats… go to hell [x5]
"Red Hot," Vanessa Mae
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Electric violin! My mom used to play the CD this was on a lot during dinner, and this was my favorite track off it.
(Instrumental)
"Nobody Told Me," John Lennon
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Goes very nicely with leftover beef stew, pita bread, a cup of tea, a new book, and the knowledge that since you're alone for the night, you can listen to one song as many times as you want while you eat and nobody will get up to fiddle with the CD player.
Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs.
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something happening cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed...strange days indeed.
Everybody's runnin' and no one makes a move
Everyone's a winner, and no one seems to lose.
There's a little yellow island to the north of Katmandu.
Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground
Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound.
There's a place for us in movies, you just gotta stay around.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed, most peculiar, mama.
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's UFO's over New York and I ain't too surprised.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed, most peculiar, Mama.
"St. James Infirmary Blues" the Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo and Cab Calloway (not at the same time)
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I made my mom a mix CD of various Danny Elfman things, and she particularly likes their old, jazzy stuff. Danny sounds very odd and nasal on here, probably because he's doing a Cab Calloway voice, but it's still quite clearly Danny. Since this is a traditional blues song, there's a different set of lyrics for everyone who sings it; Danny's using Cab's version.
Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers,
Let a chorus girl sing me a song.
Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along.
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.
I demand more phrases to keep me occupied through what may be a haze tomorrow. Ask!
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just for the record, I have an emotional problem with the WMA files and prefer the MP3's...
hehee... beef stew...
themes for song uploads...
Serial Killers; Donuts; Songs That Cher Would Never Sing; uhhh... Cannibalism?
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I'm sure there's a program called Tunebite that probably works on Windows or something.
But Windows is for wussies ;P
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& i also LOVE 'johnny b goode' and 'social disease'
Most peculiar, mama!
How about songs about friendly alien encounters? (Prolly too easy, but it's early)
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The songs I have:
"In The Car," Barenaked Ladies (She fed me strawberries, and freezerburned ice cream...)
"Tangerine," Led Zeppelin (Or Dave Matthews, of whom I have an acoustic version, but I suspect there's another.) (Tangerine, Tangerine, living reflection from a dream...)
Additional songs I would add, but don't have in my collection:
"Accidentally In Love," Counting Crows (Well, baby, I surrender to the strawberry ice cream, never ever ever...)
"Strawberry Fields," the Beatles (self explanatory)
"Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds," the Beatles (unless I'm mistaken and the line is not tangerine trees and marmalade sky.)
Anything else, for either, would be welcomed. Super extra bonus points if you find one that has both, but I don't expect it. And I'm just looking for word inclusion, not topicity. Or whatever.
Oh, and, while there is a book entitled "Strawberry Girl" by Lois Lenski, the Neil Young song is, in fact, "Cinnamon Girl." Or, if you're feeling silly, "Simian Girl." But no strawberries.
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You've done Greek Tragedy, but a whole set for Iliad/Odyssey would make me smile. Or general greek mythology. It'd make my dad smile if a mythology set included "Down in the Bottom."
Demons would be a really big category, I suspect, but I'd be interested to see what you come up with, since your music tastes and mine seem to be intersecting but not overlapping in ways that make anything actually redundant.
Demon/Desire dichotomy would be an interesting one. I think I only have two songs to that end myself. ("One Of These Nights" and "Tried to be True")
Postapocalyptic setting. You can have "Wooden Ships" (Jefferson Airplane or CSNY) and "King of the World" as freebies. "New Frontier" doesn't count.
Or, instead, radiation and its side effects, bonus points for geiger counter. (I don't honestly expect that one to come to fruit.)
Sailing or boats, where the lyrics indicate the writer actually knows something about it. "Downeaster Alexa" and "Southern Cross" are good examples: intelligent references to charting, tides, boat maneuvers. Ooh, and maybe "The Reach," which is about lobstermen, but very pretty. Written by Dan Fogelberg, or some name close to that; I have a recording by Dandelion Wine.
Coal mines. There's one by the Bee Gees that Chumbawamba covered, there's one by Cowboy Junkies (Well, okay, the title is "Mining for Gold," but it gets points just for using the word "silicosis."
And, on a random whim, the word "exhumed," as in Barenaked Ladies' "Call and Answer:" You think I only think about you when we're both in the same room
You think I'm only hear to witness the remains of love exhumed
...I'm picky and weird, but you asked.
Ooh, hey. (See, the thing is, I'm only coming up with songs I've already got a few for, but--)
Mainstream (or reasonable approximation; anything not strictly intended for a restricted audience) songs about bondage. "Halleluiah" (She tied you to her kitchen chair, she something something, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew a halleluia...) and "Crash (into me)" by Dave Matthews (You got your ball, you got your chain, tied to me tight, tie me up again)
Having said that, association compels me to add, DMB has a Rapunzel song, and there's the J Geils Band song from "Eat Your Face" (or whatever their live concert album was called, but I think that's it) where Peter Wolf regales the audience with a story of "that chick with the long hair."
(As for the connection, a friend and I decided that the three most explicit DMB songs ever, to date, were "Crash," "Rapunzel," and "Too Much.")
Ooooh. Daggers. That'd make me happy. My seeder for that is "Cat-Eye Willie Claims His Lover" by Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer.
...I've talked well past my welcome (and character limit for a comment...)
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Songs open for gross misappropriation of imagery.
To clarify--
There's a song "Scarlet Ribbons" about a girl who wants red ribbons for her hair, and gets them.
Last time I heard it, the woman singing it began with, "This is my favorite axe murderer song."
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I'd be interested in your interpretation of "Sheep go to Heaven".
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And, a humble apology for posting that dissertation up there... heh. Fingers got away with me.
(As for Johnny B, you have more-- but less embarassing-- covers than I do of Stairway to Heaven. Good job! (Since I have Gregorian, Techno Trance, and-- *shudder*-- Dolly Parton.))
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