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Moody River -Artist: Pat Boone from "Pat Boone's Greatest Hits"-MCA: MCAC 10085 -peak Billboard position # 1 in 1961 -Words and Music by Gary D. Bruce (Moody river, moody river) CHORUS Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree It stands beside the river where you were to meet me On the ground your glove I found With a note addressed to me It read "Dear love, I've done you wrong" "Now I must set you free" "No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin" "I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend" CHORUS I looked into the muddy water and what could I see? I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin' back at me Tears in his eyes and a prayer on his lips And the glove of his lost love at his fingertips CHORUS
The Message - Grandmaster Flash (E.Fletcher, S.Robinson, C.Chase, M.Glover - SugarHill Records '82) Broken glass everywhere People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car Chorus: Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow Crazy lady, livin' in a bag Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go To search a prince to see the last of senses Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so so so ditty She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own Chorus: It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from goin' under My brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V. Says she watches to much, is just not healthy All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight Bill collectors they ring my phone And scare my wife when I'm not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station Me on King Kong standin' on my back Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane! Chorus: My son said daddy I don't wanna go to school Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey They push that girl in front of a train Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again Stabbed that man, right in his heart Gave him a transplant before a brand new start I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the dark Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seesaw Chorus: A child was born, with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but he's frowning too Cause only god knows what you go through You grow in the ghetto, living second rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alley way You'll admire all the number book takers thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say I'm cool, I'm no fool But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void Walking around like you're pretty boy Floyd Turned stickup kid, look what you done did Got send up for a eight year bid Now your man is took and you're a May tag Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused, and served like hell Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young Chorus:
Mr Turnkey - Zager & Evans Mr Turnkey, it's 10 pm in Wichita Falls August 16, 1969 and I'm in some bar Mr Turnkey, I need a woman and I'm ain't getting far I never was the kind of man a woman looked for. But Mr Turnkey, she looked at me with flirting eyes Mr Turnkey, she was loveier than oil lights Mr Turnkey, she led me on, she led me on, She knew she wasn't going to let love her. Mr Turnkey, there's been a rape in Wichita Falls Mr Turnkey, I'm sitting here crying in my coveralls Mr Turnkey, I don't want to be the man I am Mr Turnkey, I'm calling from block number 4 Mr Turnkey, you ain't never seen nothing like this before Mr Turnkey, I nailed my wrist to your wall, I'm going home Mr Turnkey, I'm calling from block number 4 Mr Turnkey, I ain't got the strength to call once more Mr Turnkey, I'm crying, hanging here dying Tell her I'm sorry
The true story of Barbarians drummer Victor 'Moulty' Moulton, who lost his left hand at age 14 when a homemade pipe bomb exploded prematurely. When I was a beat-crazed teen I thought Moulty was just about the coolest guy in the history of the eardrum (as a beat-crazed middle-ager I still do) and named my first band 'The Moults' in his honor. Go back to my home directory and follow the appropriate link to find out what Moulty is up to nowadays. --AWR "Moulty" by The Barbarians (Morris/Greenberg/Baer/Schwartz) I remember the days when things were real bad for me It was right after my accident, when I lost my hand It seemed like I was all alone, with nobody to help me You know, I almost gave up all my hopes and dreams But then - then - then something inside me kept tellin' me Way down inside of me - over and over again To keep goin' on - yeah, on! Chorus 1: Moulty! Don't turn away (you're gonna make it, baby) Don't turn away (ah, try to make it, baby) Don't turn away Verse 2: Things are better for me now 'cause I found that I love music So I learned to play the drums and got myself a band, and now we're startin' to make it And if you can make it at somethin' you love - wow, you got it all! So I'm sayin' this to all of you All of you who think you'll never make it All of you guys and girls 'cause you think you're so bad off Or maybe you think you're a little different or strange So listen to me, now, 'cause I've lived through it all Chorus: Moulty! Don't turn away (you gotta keep on tryin') Don't turn away (well, don't you give up, baby) Don't turn away Verse 3 (first three lines only): Now there's just one thing that I need - not sympathy, and I don't need no pity - But a girl - a real girl - one who really loves me - and then I'll be the complete man. So I'm gonna tell you - right now - listen! Coda [repeat to fade]: Don't turn away (you gotta baby) Don't turn away (you gotta keep on tryin')
Mack the Knife English by Marc Blitzstein Original German by Bert Brecht Music by Kurt Weill from The Threepenny Opera" (1955) Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white. Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear And he keeps it out of sight. When the shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows start to spread. fancy gloves, though, wears Macheath, dear So there's not a trace of red. On the side-walk Sunday morning Lies a body oozing life; Someone's sneaking 'round the corner. Is the someone Mack the Knife? From a tugboat by the river A cement bag's dropping down; The cement's just for the weight, dear. Bet you Mackie's back in town. Louie Miller disappeared, dear After drawing out his cash; And Macheath spends like a sailor. Did our boy do something rash? Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, dear Now that Mackie's back in town.
The Ballad of Mac the Knife Bertoldt Brecht, Kurt Weill (Trans. copyright Bruce Triggs, 2002) Well the shark has teeth like razors, You can see them in its eyes And Macheath has got his knife, but He hides it well as a surprise. See the shark's fins, red with blood now, As it slashes at its prey, But Macheath wears white kid-gloves On which his crimes leave not a trace. On a beautiful, Sunday morning, There's a corpse stretched on the strand. See a man dodge round the corner, Is that Macheath there, knife in hand? Now Jenny Towler, she turned up lately, With a knife stuck through her breast, At the Docks Macheath is walking, Asked, "Who did it?" he cannot guess. That ghastly fire in Soho, Killed seven children, and one old man. In the crowd there stands Macheath, but Noone dares to raise a hand. And the widow, still a minor, Her assailants, still at large, She woke up to rape and murder, Mackie, how much did you charge? (There's a verse about Capitalists profiting off the suffering of the poor, but it's hard to make sense of without the rest of the political context of the Weimer Republic play. It may have been added later to beef up the political content after the play got so popular.) Now we have our happy ending, Everything is reconciled. If the needed cash was present Then the end should make you smile. For these ones, they are in darkness, And the others they're in light. And we see the ones in brightness, While those in darkness drop from sight.
George Carlin - My Baby's Dead "that great new group from England, the Kansas City Boys," then that it's by "Danny & the Dressmakers, one of the great new groups around." Weee-eee-eee DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO My baby's dead Wee-ooh She got hit by a train Woo-hoo BIG old train Woo-hoo I'm gonna GET that train Badomp badomp bomp
Dolly Parton - Me & Little Andy Late one cold and stormy night I heard a dog a' barkin' Then I thought I heard somebody at my door a' knockin' I wondered who could be outdide in such an awful storm Then I saw a little girl with a puppy in her arms Before I could say a word she said, 'my name is sandy And this here is my puppy dog, it's name is little andy' Standing in the bitter cold in just a ragged dress Then I asked her to come in and this is what she said Chorus: Ain't ya got no gingerbread Ain't ya got no candy Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little andy Patty cake and bakersman My mommy ran away again And we was all alone and didn't know what else to do I wonder if you'll let us stay with you Giddy up trotty horse, going to the mill Can we stay all night If you don't love us no one will I promise we won't cry London bridge is fallin' down My daddy's drunk again in town And we was all alone and didn't what we could do I wonder if you'll let us stay with you She was just a little girl, not more than six or seven But that night as they slept the angels took them both to heaven God knew little andy would be lonesome with her gone Now sandy and her puppy dog won't ever be alone Ain't ya got no gingerbread Ain't ya got no candy Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little (whispers) andy
Missing You by 1st Lady oh oh Oh I'm missin' you Baby I'm missin' you oh oh oh oh Baby I'm missing you Things'll never be the same without you... What did I do to deserve this I didn't even get one last kiss, from you Oh baby God took your love from me He needed an angel so it seems I need to feel your hands all over me I need to feel you kissing me I need to feel you holding me I need to feel your touch Cause I miss your love so much And I can't keep on living this way I need you here with me Why could he take you away, from me It's hard for me to tell you I love you As I'm standing over your grave And I know I'll never hear your voice again Why did you leave me Why couldn't you just stay Because my world is nothin', without you Now I don't know what to do, with myself I would've given you anything Just to make you happy Just to hear you say, that you love me one last time I'd go to hell and back over and over again Just to prove to you how much I need you here There is nothing that I wouldn't do I'd cry for you I'd lie for you And there's no doubt that if I could take your place in heaven I would die for you, yes I will I would rather give up my life Than to see tears in your eyes I can't stand to see you cry Cause it's hard for me to tell you I love you As I'm standing over your grave And I know I'll never hear your voice again Why did you leave me Why couldn't you just stay babe Because my world is nothin', without you Now I don't know what to do, with myself I just don't know what to do with myself I cant stand looking at those pictures on my shelf Knowing it was just one week ago, i stood there and took that picture There's just one thing that I wanna know Why would God want to hurt me so bad, Does He know how much it hurts to be missing you Baby Im missing you Baby Im missing you I love you oh God damn it I love you Why did he take you away... from me Cause I love you so... I miss you so much baby I just can't go on baby Extra note: The Artist of this song, First Lady, Made this song for her boyfriend, about him after he died
Moby Grape - Motorcycle Irene There she sits a smokin, reefer in her mouth Hair's blowin' northward, as she travels south Dirty on her Harley, but her nails are clean She's super powered deflowered over eighteen Irene (Piano refrain) [it kicks] on her xxxx where her tatoo's and her chains Wrap around her body there written are the names Of prisons she's been in and lovers she has seen Good time em bump and grind em motorcycle irene Hunchback, the cripple, horseman and the fool Xxxxxxxxx, xxxxxxxxxx, breakin all the rules Xxxxxxxxx, xxxxxxxxxx, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Stark naked unsacred motor cyle irene
Tori Amos - "Marianne" Tuna Rubber A little blubber in my igloo And I knew you pigtails and all Grils when they fall And they said Marianne killed herself And I said not a chance Don't you love the girls ladies babes Old bags who say she was so pretty why Why why why did she crawl down in the old Deep ravine C'mon pigtails girls and all those sailors Get your bags and hold down won't you just Hold down cause Ed is watching my every sound I said They're watching my every sound The weasel squeaks faster than a seven day week I said Timmy and that purple Monkey Are all down At Bobby's house Making themselves pesters and lesters and jesters an dmy Traitors of kind And I'm just having thoughts of Marianne She could outrun the fastest slug She could Marianne Quickest girl in the frying pan
My Old Flame by Spike Jones My old flame I can't even think of her name But it's funny now and then How my thoughts go flashing back again To my old flame I've met so many who had fascinating ways A fascinating gaze in their eyes Some who took me up to the skies But their attempts at love Were only imitations of My old flame I can't even think of her name But I'll never be the same Until I discover what became Of my old flame My old flame I can't even think of her name I'll have to look through my collection of human heads But it's funny now and then How my thoughts go flashing back again To my old flame My old flame My new lovers all seem so tame They won't even let me strangle them! For I haven't met a girl So magnificent or elegant As my old flame I've met so many who had fascinating ways A fascinating gaze in their eye I saw this eye! So I remove the other eye, that eye that kept winking and blinking at other men! Some who took me up to the skies But their attempts at love Were only imitations of My old flame I can't even think of her name What was her name? Doris, Laura, Chloe, Mannie, Moe, Jack? No, it couldn't have been Moe... I can't stand it, I tell you! This is driving me sane! She would always treat me mean So I poured a can of gasoline And struck a match to... My old flame
Maxwell's Silver Hammer - The Beatles Joan was quizzical; Studied pataphysical Science in the home. Late nights all alone with a test tube. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine, Calls her on the phone. "Can I take you out to the pictures, Joa, oa, oa, oan?" But as she's getting ready to go, A knock comes on the door. Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer Came down upon her head. Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer Made sure that she was dead. Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again. Teacher gets annoyed. Wishing to avoid an unpleasant Sce, e, e, ene, She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away, So he waits behind Writing fifty times "I must not be So, o, o, o.." But when she turns her back on the boy, He creeps up from behind. Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer Came down upon her head. Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer Made sure that She was dead. P. C. Thirty-one said, "We've caught a dirty one." Maxwell stands alone Painting testimonial pictures. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Rose and Valerie, screaming from the gallery Say he must go free (Maxwell must go free) The judge does not agree and he tells them So, o, o, o. But as the words are leaving his lips, A noise comes from behind. Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer Came down upon his head. Clang! Clang! Maxwell's silver hammer Made sure that he was dead. Silver Hammer Ma, a, an.
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