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