Dumb lyrics stuck in my head...
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Concerto in A Minor
Any of your bagpipe music
The Irish Tenors (as you sing along)
The Last Night of the Proms
Tomita's rendition of Clair De Lune
Second Act of La Boheme (extra loud)
Tom T. Hall
Leo Kottke
Works every time
07-19-07, 09:41 PM
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07-19-07, 09:54 PM
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I need more cowbell.
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You want deep**********?
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 bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ 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?
Do you believe in rock ’n 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’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ 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, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul 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 the 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 singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
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.
Oh, 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 singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
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.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
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 bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ 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?
Do you believe in rock ’n 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’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ 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, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul 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 the 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 singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
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.
Oh, 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 singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
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.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
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07-19-07, 10:27 PM
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Don't mince words
"We had joy, we had fun,
We had seasons in the sun."
...and that's all I can remember. I can whistle the tune, though.
We had seasons in the sun."
...and that's all I can remember. I can whistle the tune, though.
07-19-07, 10:54 PM
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In an otherwise perfectly good Sh**kickin tune comes these bold, insightful lyrics....
"Hey there fella with the hair colored yella"
"Hey there fella with the hair colored yella"
07-19-07, 11:45 PM
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You want bold insightful lyrics? YOU CAN'T HANDLE BOLD INSIGHTFUL LYRICS!!
This might make a good song for the road...
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port,
Aboard this tiny Ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin' man,
The Skipper brave and sure,
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour.
A three hour tour. [ sound of thunder: crack! ]
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
The Minnow would be lost.
The Minnow would be lost.
The ship's aground on the shore of this
Uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan, the Skipper too,
The Millionaire and his wife,
A movie star, the Professor and Mary Ann,
Here on Gilligan's Isle!
This might make a good song for the road...
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port,
Aboard this tiny Ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin' man,
The Skipper brave and sure,
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour.
A three hour tour. [ sound of thunder: crack! ]
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
The Minnow would be lost.
The Minnow would be lost.
The ship's aground on the shore of this
Uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan, the Skipper too,
The Millionaire and his wife,
A movie star, the Professor and Mary Ann,
Here on Gilligan's Isle!
07-20-07, 12:18 AM
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I need more cowbell.
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Why was the island named after Gilligan, anyway?
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07-20-07, 04:27 AM
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from another forum we have been discussing old music and this is stuck in my head now
Oh, my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
He looks a proper nana
In his great big hobnail boots,
He's got such a job to pull them up
That he calls 'em daisy roots.
Some folks give tips at Christmas,
And some of them forget,
So when he picks their bins up
He spills some on the step.
Now one old man got nasty
And to the council wrote,
Next time my old man went round there
He punched him up the throat.
They are driving me crazy!!!
george
Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
Oh, my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
He looks a proper nana
In his great big hobnail boots,
He's got such a job to pull them up
That he calls 'em daisy roots.
Some folks give tips at Christmas,
And some of them forget,
So when he picks their bins up
He spills some on the step.
Now one old man got nasty
And to the council wrote,
Next time my old man went round there
He punched him up the throat.
They are driving me crazy!!!
george
Oh my old man's a dustman,
He wears a dustman's hat,
He wears cor-blimey trousers
And he lives in a council flat.
07-20-07, 05:36 AM
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Damn thread. Woke me up at 4:00 a.m. with this running through my head. The Ames Brothers:
M
I say m-o
M-o-p
M-o-p-p
Mop
M-o-p-p
Mop, mop, mop, mop
R
I say r-a
R-a-g
R-a-g-g
Rag
R-a-g-g m-o-p-p
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
R-a-g-g m-o-p-p
Rag mop
A
I say a-b
A-b-c
A-b-c-d
A-b-c-d-e
A-b-c-d-e-f-g-h
I
I say m-o
M-o-p
M-o-p-p
Mop
M-o-P-P
Mop, mop, mop, mop
R
I say r-a
R-a-g
R-a-g-g
Rag
R-a-g-g m-o-p-p
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
R-a-g-g m-o-p-p
Rag mop
M
I say m-o
M-o-p
M-o-p-p
Mop
M-o-p-p
Mop, mop, mop, mop
R
I say r-a
R-a-g
R-a-g-g
Rag
R-a-g-g m-o-p-p
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
R-a-g-g m-o-p-p
Rag mop
A
I say a-b
A-b-c
A-b-c-d
A-b-c-d-e
A-b-c-d-e-f-g-h
I
I say m-o
M-o-p
M-o-p-p
Mop
M-o-P-P
Mop, mop, mop, mop
R
I say r-a
R-a-g
R-a-g-g
Rag
R-a-g-g m-o-p-p
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
Rag mop
Doo-doo-doo-dah-dee-ah-dah
R-a-g-g m-o-p-p
Rag mop
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Look what you've gone and started, DG! Now I'm experiencing recurring flashbacks to the multi-colored, lit-from-below, dance floor at Senior Bar, sometime in the lost 70s. Arrrg! Somebody stop me before I start lip-synching to Donna Summers! OO-OO-OO-OO, love to love ya, baby! (repeat 462 times or until your head explodes)
07-20-07, 10:44 AM
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Muskrat, muskrat candlelight
Doin' the town and doin' it right
In the evenin'
It's pretty pleasin'
Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land
And they shimmy
And Sammy's so skinny
And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin' and jingin' the jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love
Nibbling on bacon, chewin' on cheese
Sammy says to Susie "Honey, would you please be my missus?"
And she say yes
With her kisses
And now he's ticklin' her fancy
Rubbin' her toes
Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes
As they wriggle, and Sue starts to giggle
And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin' and jingin' the jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love
Doin' the town and doin' it right
In the evenin'
It's pretty pleasin'
Muskrat Susie, Muskrat Sam
Do the jitterbug out in muskrat land
And they shimmy
And Sammy's so skinny
And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin' and jingin' the jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love
Nibbling on bacon, chewin' on cheese
Sammy says to Susie "Honey, would you please be my missus?"
And she say yes
With her kisses
And now he's ticklin' her fancy
Rubbin' her toes
Muzzle to muzzle, now anything goes
As they wriggle, and Sue starts to giggle
And they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
Singin' and jingin' the jango
Floatin' like the heavens above
It looks like muskrat love
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No lyrics really, but once in a while I get a continuous loop of that intense violin bit from Wizard of Oz. You remember in the beginning of the flick when the old gal [witch] is pedaling toward Auntie Emm's place to bag Toto? That's the one.
Oh, and "LOVING YOU HAS MADE ME BANANAS". [https://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/so...bananas.shtml]
Oh, and "LOVING YOU HAS MADE ME BANANAS". [https://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/so...bananas.shtml]
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When thinking about music of the 70's, here's one that nobody but me ever remembers:
Trapped in a mine that had caved in
And everyone knows the only ones left
Were Joe and me and Tim
When they broke through to pull us free
The only ones left to tell the tale
Were Joe and me
Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go
Timothy, Timothy, God why don't I know
Hungry as hell no food to eat
And Joe said that he would sell his soul
For just a piece of meat
Water enough to drink for two
And Joe said to me, I'll have a swig
And then there's some for you
Timothy, Timothy, Joe was looking at you
Timothy, Timothy, God what did we do
I must have blacked out just around then
'Cause the very next thing that I could see
Was the light of the day again
My stomach was full as it could be
And nobody ever got around
To finding Timothy
Trapped in a mine that had caved in
And everyone knows the only ones left
Were Joe and me and Tim
When they broke through to pull us free
The only ones left to tell the tale
Were Joe and me
Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go
Timothy, Timothy, God why don't I know
Hungry as hell no food to eat
And Joe said that he would sell his soul
For just a piece of meat
Water enough to drink for two
And Joe said to me, I'll have a swig
And then there's some for you
Timothy, Timothy, Joe was looking at you
Timothy, Timothy, God what did we do
I must have blacked out just around then
'Cause the very next thing that I could see
Was the light of the day again
My stomach was full as it could be
And nobody ever got around
To finding Timothy
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07-20-07, 03:55 PM
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Poor Timothy! Who sang that song?
Reminds me a little of two other songs: Ringo by Lorne Greene:
The story spread throughout the land
that I had beated Ringo's hand
and it was just the years they say
that made me put my guns away
but on his grave they can't explain
the tarnished star above the name
of Ringo
And...
Dickie Lee's song...
Last night at the dance I met Laurie,
So lovely and warm, an angel of a girl.
Last night I fell in love with Laurie -
Strange things happen in this world.
As I walked her home,
She said it was her birthday.
I pulled her close and said
"Will I see you anymore?"
Then suddenly she asked for my sweater
And said that she was very, very cold.
I kissed her goodnight
At her door and started home,
Then thought about my sweater
And went right back instead.
I knocked at her door and a man appeared.
I told why I'd come, then he said:
"You're wrong, son.
You weren't with my daughter.
How can you be so cruel
To come to me this way?
My Laurie left this world on her birthday -
She died a year ago today."
A strange force drew me to the graveyard.
I stood in the dark,
I saw the shadows wave,
And then I looked and saw my sweater
Lyin' there upon her grave.
Strange things happen in this world.
Reminds me a little of two other songs: Ringo by Lorne Greene:
The story spread throughout the land
that I had beated Ringo's hand
and it was just the years they say
that made me put my guns away
but on his grave they can't explain
the tarnished star above the name
of Ringo
And...
Dickie Lee's song...
Last night at the dance I met Laurie,
So lovely and warm, an angel of a girl.
Last night I fell in love with Laurie -
Strange things happen in this world.
As I walked her home,
She said it was her birthday.
I pulled her close and said
"Will I see you anymore?"
Then suddenly she asked for my sweater
And said that she was very, very cold.
I kissed her goodnight
At her door and started home,
Then thought about my sweater
And went right back instead.
I knocked at her door and a man appeared.
I told why I'd come, then he said:
"You're wrong, son.
You weren't with my daughter.
How can you be so cruel
To come to me this way?
My Laurie left this world on her birthday -
She died a year ago today."
A strange force drew me to the graveyard.
I stood in the dark,
I saw the shadows wave,
And then I looked and saw my sweater
Lyin' there upon her grave.
Strange things happen in this world.
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07-20-07, 04:17 PM
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Oh, and "LOVING YOU HAS MADE ME BANANAS". [https://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/so...bananas.shtml]
07-20-07, 04:20 PM
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This song is from Van Morrison's latest album, but was written by Clarence Williams in 1933. I actually like the song, but the lyrics are rather obscure (kind of like some Dylan lyrics). Williams was of Choctaw Indian and Creole heritage, born near new Orleans. There is a biography at https://www.redhotj***.com/williams.html I can only presume the reason he could not buy beer was that he bought it by the bucket from a bootlegger.
Well I'm standing on the corner
With my bucket in my hand
Just waiting for a woman
That ain't got no man
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
Can't buy no beer
Well I went up on the mountain
Looked down in the sea
Seen the crabs and the fishes
Doing the be bop beat
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
Can't buy no beer
Well there ain't no use
Me working so hard
When I got a woman
In the boss mans yard
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
Can't buy no beer
Well I'm standing on the corner
With my bucket in my hand
Just waiting for a woman
That ain't got no man
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
Can't buy no beer
Well I went up on the mountain
Looked down in the sea
Seen the crabs and the fishes
Doing the be bop beat
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
Can't buy no beer
Well there ain't no use
Me working so hard
When I got a woman
In the boss mans yard
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
My bucket's got a hole in it
Can't buy no beer
07-20-07, 04:35 PM
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Not so dumb, but Willie speaks to you folks who find conflict between finding time for music making and cycling. I like to start any trip with this one:
On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again,
And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again,
And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way
Is on the road again
Just can't wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin' music with my friends
And I can't wait to get on the road again
And I can't wait to get on the road again
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07-20-07, 04:56 PM
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Not that anything by John Hiatt could be considered dumb, but these are kind of interesting, including my all time favorite phrase from a song "there's only two things in life but I forget what they are"
Buffalo River Home Lyrics
Artist(Band):John Hiatt
I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get God only knows
Just when you think that you've got a grip
Reality sneaks up it gives you the slip
As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line
CHORUS:
Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters
of the South running helter skelter
down through the MississippI delta
with no place to call your own
mixing up drinks with mixed feelings
all along the paint was peeling
down to an Indian blanket on a pony
with no rider in the flesh and bone
looking for his buffalo river home
I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square
Trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there
Just when you think you can let it rip
you're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips
as if you had some place better to go
or a better way to get there
CHORUS
Now there's only two things in life but I forget what they are
it seems we're either hanging on a moonbeam coat tails
or wishing on stars
just when you think that you've been gyped
the bearded lady comes and does a double back flip
and you run off and join the circus
yeah, you just let that pony ride
CHORUS
Buffalo River Home Lyrics
Artist(Band):John Hiatt
I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get God only knows
Just when you think that you've got a grip
Reality sneaks up it gives you the slip
As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line
CHORUS:
Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters
of the South running helter skelter
down through the MississippI delta
with no place to call your own
mixing up drinks with mixed feelings
all along the paint was peeling
down to an Indian blanket on a pony
with no rider in the flesh and bone
looking for his buffalo river home
I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square
Trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there
Just when you think you can let it rip
you're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips
as if you had some place better to go
or a better way to get there
CHORUS
Now there's only two things in life but I forget what they are
it seems we're either hanging on a moonbeam coat tails
or wishing on stars
just when you think that you've been gyped
the bearded lady comes and does a double back flip
and you run off and join the circus
yeah, you just let that pony ride
CHORUS
07-20-07, 04:58 PM
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I love that song. I remember singing it as we started out each day on a drive through Queensland, 18 years ago. Also, about 15 years ago I headed into the mountains from Santa Barbara, and California Dreaming came on the radio. What timing!
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Hey.............whats wrong with Tony Tenile**********?