On the Street Where You Live (Willie Nelson)

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I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I'm on the street where you live

Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of ev'ry door?
No, it's just on the street where you live

And oh, the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The ovеrpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appеar

People stop and stare; they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live

People stop and stare; they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live

EVERYTHING Happens to Me - Frank Sinatra

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Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have roused the Devil's wrath
'Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
And you can bet your life it rains
I try to give a party
But the guy upstairs complains
I guess I'll go thru life
Just catchin' colds and missin' trains
EVERYTHING happens to me

I never miss a thing,
I've had the measles and the mumps
And every time I play an ace
My partner always trumps
I guess I'm just a fool
Who never looks before he jumps
EVERYTHING happens to me

At first my heart thought
You could break this jinx for me
That love would turn
The trick to end despair
But now I just can't fool
This head that thinks for me
So I've mortgaged
All my castles in the air

I've telegraphed and phoned
Sent an Air Mail Special, too
You answer was goodbye
There was even postage due
I fell in love just once
And then it had to be with you
EVERYTHING happens to me

I've never drawn a sweepstake
Or a bank night at a show
I thought perhaps this time
I'd won but Lady Luck said no
And though it breaks my heart
I'm not surprised to see you go
EVERYTHING happens to me

With a Little Bit of Luck - Stanley Holloway

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The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
So he could do his job and never shirk
The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
Someone else will do the blinkin' work
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you'll never work)

The Lord above made liquor for temptation
To see if man could turn away from sin
The Lord above made liquor for temptation
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
When temptation comes you'll give right in
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you'll give right in)

Oh you can walk the straight and narrow
But with a little bit of luck you'll run amok

The gentle sex was made for man t'marry
To share his nest and see his food is cooked
The gentle sex was made for man t'marry
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can have it all and not get hooked
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you won't get hooked)
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of bloomin' luck)

The Lord above made man to help his neighbor
No matter where on land or sea or foam
The Lord above made man to help his neighbor
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
WHEN HE COMES AROUND YOU WON'T BE HOME!!
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you won't be home)

They're always throwing goodness at you
But, with a little bit of luck a man can duck

Oh it's a crime for man to go philanderin'
And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt
Oh it's a crime for man to go philanderin'
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can see the bloodhound don't find out
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck she won't find out)
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of bloomin' luck)

A man was made to help SUPPORT his children
Which is the right and proper thing to do
A man was made to help SUPPORT his children
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
They'll go out and start SUPPORTing you
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck they'll work for you

The one on the left here is pretty near perfect to my mind 🙂

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Well, it's a challenge that's been well met!


FOOL Me AGAIN by Buck Owens

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You find the thrill each time you let me down
You know if you need me I'll be around
And when all your love affairs come to an end
You know you can FOOL me AGAIN

Fool me again make my heart believe
That your sweet sweet love belongs to me
Yes play the part and let my heart pretend
Come back and FOOL me AGAIN


The same old line that keeps me hanging on
Is all I think about when I'm alone
And though I know how our love affair will end
Come back and FOOL me AGAIN

Get a Job - The Silhouettes

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Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na

Every morning about this time
She get me out of my bed
A-crying get a job

After breakfast, everyday
She throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say
Get a job

Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na

Whoa, and when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me

And then I go back to the house
Hear the woman's mouth
(Preaching and a-crying
Tell me that I'm lying about a job
That I never could find)

Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na

Well, when I get the paper
I read it through and through
And my girl never fails to say
If there is any work for me

And then I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
(Preaching and a-crying
Tell me that I'm lying about a job
That I never could find)

Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo)
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job
Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na

When YOUR Lover Has Gone by Frank Sinatra (written by Einar Aaron Swan)

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What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming
That comes with each new love affair?
The love that you cherish so often may perish
And leave you with castles in air

When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies?
When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn, there is no sunrise
When YOUR lover has gone

What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring
What lonely hours, with memories lingering
Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything
When YOUR lover has gone

Old Flames -- Dolly Parton

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Downtown tonight I saw an old friend
Someone who I use to take comfort from long before I met you
I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire
With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire

Old flames can't hold a candle to you
NO ONE can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love, I've known one or two
Old flames can't hold a candle to you

Sometimes at night I think of old lovers I've known
I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone
Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone
Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn

Old flames can't hold a candle to you
NO ONE can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love, I've known one or two
Old flames can't hold a candle to you

He Ain't Give You NONE by Van Morrison

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Little girl, little girl, Lord, you know it's true
Little girl, little girl, Lord, you know it's true, now
I don't wanna stop, rockin' and rollin' with you

Are you gonna, let me stand a-lone, now?
Are you gonna, let me stand a-lone, now?
Caught you this mornin'
Before your daddy came home

An I done more for you
Than your daddy has ever done
I done more for you
Than your daddy has ever done
Give ya my jelly roll
And he ain't give ya NONE

Don't you ever go down
Down on Curzon Street, it's bad
Don't you ever go down
Down on Curzon Street
That's where old John
Flogs his daily meat

Maybe sometime he say leave-a
Little boy, an li'l girl behind
I got messed up 'round somewhere
Called Notting Hill Gate

I lived up there for a while
But I moved out
And when I moved out I was in such a state
Ain't never goin' back there

But I'm, I'm sure I've done more for you
Than your daddy has ever done, baby
Made you learn you syllables

Done more for you
Than your daddy has ever done, oh Lord, ha-ha
Give ya my jellyroll
He ain't give ya NONE

In the back street
In the back street I give you my jellyroll
Oh, I give it to ya, ha-ha

Ya 'member when we were down in the, the alley
And I said, 'The lights are out, baby this is it, ya know'?
Ha-ha-ha
Alright, we got a good thing goin'

You can leave now
If ya don't like what's happenin'
You know like we got, ha
A few things goin', you know, ha-ha
Ah-ha, it's a drag, ha-ha
Ah-huh, that's what you call it

I was replying to CAT.

Sorry, I'm confused. Either you are misreading my exasperation at the boneheadedness of climate deniers, or you are making a point that I simply cannot grasp.

I Am The Blues - Laura Nyro

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CIGARETTES
I'm all alone
With my smoke and ashes
CIGARETTES
I'm all alone
With my smoke and ashes
Take me night-flying
Maybe
Mars has good news
Who?
Who am I?
I am the blues

Sooth me
Horn's warm red love making
Funky music
Move me
Night wind, red taillights
And funky music
'Cause I'm restless
In my love for sale shoes
Who?
Who am I?
I am the blues

In a world of war
I can't find my laughter
I can't see the night sun
And I can't see my freedom
I guess I can't see too much
No more
Baby till I lose my blues

Fly
Through the sky
Like Superfly
Over the stars
We climb
Over the sweet red wine
I tell myself
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on... blues

Flying so high
A plane in the sky
Listen to, listen to, listen to the music of the night wind
Listen
To the music of the night wind
Listen
To the music of the night wind

Listen to the people
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

If I were, why would I start with the word "sadly"?

When Something Is WRONG With My Baby
by Charlie Rich (Sam & Dave had the hit but this was recorded first)

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When something is WRONG with my baby
Something is wrong with me
And if I know she is worried
Then I would feel the same misery

But we've been through so much together
We stand as one
And that's what makes it better

When something is wrong with my baby,
Something is wrong with me
And that ain't all, y'all

Just what, mhm, she means to me now
Oh, you just wouldn't, oh no, you just wouldn't understand
People can say that she ain't no good
Oh, she's my woman
And I know that I'm still her man

And if she's got a problem
Oh-oh, I know I'm gonna help her solve them

When something is wrong with my baby
Something is wrong with me

Saint James Infirmary - Cab Calloway

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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

Then 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 over another shot of that booze
If anyone should ask you
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues

Taint Nobody's BIZNESS If I Do by Bessie Smith

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There ain't nothing I can do or nothing I can say
That folks don't criticize me
But I'm goin' to do just as I want to anyway
And don't care if they all despise me

If I should take a notion
To jump into the ocean
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, do, do, do

If I go to church on Sunday
Then just sing the shimmy down on Monday
Ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, if I do

If my friend ain't got no money
And I say, "take all mine, honey"
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, do, do, do

If I give him my last nickel
And it leaves me in a pickle
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, if I do

I'd rather my man would hit me
Than to jump up right and quit me
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, do, do, do

I swear I won't call no copper
If I'm beat up by my poppa
'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, if I do

(I don't approve of the wife-beating at the end, but from what I've read, Bessie could look after herself well enough!)

The Second Time Around by Frank Sinatra

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There are those who'll bet love comes but once and yet
I'm very glad we met the second time around

Love is lovelier the second time around
Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground
It's that second time you hear your love song sung
It makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young

Love's more comfortable the second time you fall
Like a friendly home the second time you call
Who can tell what led us to this miracle we've found?
There are those who'll bet love comes but once and yet
I'm very glad we met the second time around


Songwriters: Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen

Wise lady 😉

I don't understand the fashion for shaving pubes. Do people want to look prepubescent?

The original is by Rick Danko (music) and Bob Dylan (words). Here are the correct words:

If your mem'ry serves you well
We were goin' to meet again and wait
So I'm goin' to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
And you know that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well

The wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your mem'ry serves you well
I was goin' to confiscate your lace
And wrap it up in a sailor's knot
And hide it in your case
If I knew for sure that it was yours
But it was, oh, so hard to tell
And you know that we shall meet again
If your mem'ry serves you well

This wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your mem'ry serves you well
You'll remember you're the one
That called on me to call on them
To get you your favors done
And after ev'ry plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell
You knew that we should meet again
If your mem'ry served you well

This wheel's on fire
It's rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
That this wheel shall explode

Sadly, that graph is not going to convince anyone who chooses to believe that over 90% of scientists are lying through their teeth about climate change so that they can get funding for their research.

Should I? -- Frank Sinatra

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Should I reveal exactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?
Should I recite beneath the pale moonlight?
And swear by the stars above you?

Could I repeat the sweetest story told?
Could I entreat, would it be too bold?

Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?

Could I repeat that sweetest story told?
Could I entreat, would it be too bold?

Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel?
Should I confess I love you?
And swear by stars above you?
Should I confess I love you?

I Can't Turn You Loose - Otis Redding

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Huh, I can't turn you loose, now, girl
If I do I'm gonna lose my pride
Honey, I can't never turn you loose now, now
If I do I'm gonna lose my life, life, life
I can't turn you loose to nobody, now
Huh, 'cause I love you baby, yes I do, now

Ooh, baby, hip-shakin' mama, I told ya
Honey, I'm in love with-a only you
Honey baby, duh, do it, baby, why doncha?
I'm gonna give you everything that you wanna

I gotta, gotta, gotta
Keep on-a, rockin', baby
Never, never gonna turn you loose, now
Keep on, keep on-a, holdin' on
GOT to, GOT to, GOT ah, ooh

I can't turn you loose, huh, babe
I'm in love now with the prettiest thing
Ooh, I-I never, never turn you loose now
Huh, because sweet love she bring me
I said I can't turn you loose to nobody
Baby, I love you, baby, yes I do

Ooh, baby, hip-shakin' mama, I love ya
Huh, I'm in love with-a only you
Honest, baby, do it, baby, why doncha?
And I'm gonna give you ev'rything that you wanna

Gotta, gotta, gotta
Huh, huh, keep, keep on holdin' on
Huh, huh, never gonna turn you loose, yeah
Never gonna lose it, baby
Huh, huh, yeah, babe, huh
Hey, ooh, ya, yeah

I can't, ah turn you loose
Never, ever, never gonna turn you loose
I'm gonna keep holdin' on, turn you loose?
Gonna keep a grip on ya
I can't turn you loose
Let me bring it home

And I'd love to hold ya than to turn you loose
Never gonna turn
Got to keep a hold
Hold on to me, baby

Gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta
Keep-a, keep-a grovin'
We GOT to get home

Yea, Heavy and a BOTTLE of Bread - Bob Dylan & The Band

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Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

It’s a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too
Pack up the meat, sweet, we’re heading out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
Get the loot, don’t be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don’t be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don’t be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
Bring me my pipe, we’re gonna shake it
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby

Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread

When I Paint My Masterpiece by Bob Dylan

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Oh, the streets of ROME are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You could almost think that you're seeing double
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece
She promised she'd be there with me
When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours we had spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions, and a-wasting time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard drive
Train wheels a-running through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece

Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-cola
Well, I left ROME and landed in BRUSSELS
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspaper men eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
But someday, everything's gonna be different
When I paint that masterpiece

Won't Get Fooled Again by The Who

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We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they were flown in the last war

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again

I'll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?

There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are effaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
And I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again

SCREAM!!!!!!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss

I read a report that women are four times more likely to be shown nude in films than men. Are you sure that's not the study you mean?

It is!

Cute

Shrinking a bit but still impressive