"Bob Dylan's 115th Dream". -- Bob Dylan

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I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land.... (laughter)

I was riding on the Mayflower
When I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab
I have you understand
Who came running to the deck
Said, "Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder
Cut the engines
Change the SAIL
Haul on the bowline."
We sang that melody
Like all tough SAILors do
When they're far away at sea

"I think I'll call it America,"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab he started
Writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort
And start buying a place with beads."
Just then this cop comes down the street
Crazy as a loon
He throws us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons

Ah, me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down
To the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around
Saying, "Ban the bums."
I jumped right into line
Saying, "I hope that I'm not late."
When I realized I hadn't eaten
For five days straight

I went into a restaurant
Lookin' for the cook
I told him I was the editor
Of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome
He wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some Suzette, I said,
"Could you please make that Crepe?"
Just then the whole kitchen exploded
From boilin' fat
Food was flying everywhere
I left without my hat

Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
But I went into a bank
To get some bail for Arab
And all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral
And I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley
When up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house
I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out
And robbed my boots
And I was on the street again

Well, I rapped upon a house
With the US flag upon display
I said, "Could you help me out
I got some friends down the way."
The man says, "Get out of here
I'll tear you limb from limb."
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too."
He said, "You're not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones
I ain't your pop."
I decided to have him arrested
And I went looking for a cop

I ran right outside
I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door
This Englishman said, "Fab."
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
And a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building
Advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door
Like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor
And a man asked me who I was

I repeated that my friends
Were all in jail, with a sigh
He gave me his card
He said, "Call me if they die."
I shook his hand and said "Goodbye"
Ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road
And knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing
And it just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said "Hello"
This foot came through the line

Well, by this time I's fed up
At trying to make a stab
At bringin' back any help
For my friends and captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin
Like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go
Back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my SAILor's suit
And I got a coin to flip
It came up tails
It rhymed with SAILs
So I made it back to the ship

Well, I got back and took
The parkin' ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds
When this coastguard boat went past
They asked me my name
And I said, "Captain Kidd."
They believed me but
They wanted to know
What exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke
I was employed
They let me go right away
They were very paranoid

Well, the last I heard of Arab
He was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy
Sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was
When I was leavin' the bay
I saw three ships SAILin'
They were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn't drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, "Good luck."

"You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go". Bob Dylan

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I've seen love go by my door
It's never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
I've been shooting in the dark too long
When something not right it's wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Dragon clouds so high above
I've only known careless love
It's always hit me from below
This time around it's more correct
Right on target so direct
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Purple clover Queen Anne lace
Crimson HAIR across your face
You could make me cry if you don't know
Can't remember what I was thinking of
You might be spoiling me too much love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Flowers on the hillside blooming crazy
Crickets talking back and forth in rhyme
Blue river running slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever
And never realize the time.

Situations have ended sad
Relationship have all been bad
Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud
But there's no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doing
Staying far behind without you
Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm saying
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talking to.

I'll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now I know
But I'll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass in the ones I love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

SLIPpin' and Slidin' -- Little Richard

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SLIPpin' and a-slidin'
Peepin' and a-hidin'
Been told a long time ago.

SLIPpin' and a-slidin'
Peepin' and a-hidin'
Been told a long time ago.

Baby I've been told
Baby You've been bold
I won't be your fool no more.

Oh Big conniver
Nothin' but a jiver
Done got hip to your jive.

Oh Big conniver
Nothin' but a jiver
Done got hip to your jive.

SLIPpin' and a-slidin'
Peepin' and a-hidin'
won't be your fool no more.

SLIPpin' and a-slidin'
Peepin' and a-hidin'

Oh Malinda
She's a solid sender
You know you better surrender

Oh Malinda
She's a solid sender
You know you better surrender

SLIPpin' and slidin'
Peepin' and hidin'
won't be your fool no more.

"SAD Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands" Bob Dylan

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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who do they think could bury you?

With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who could they get to carry you?

SAD-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the SAD-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, SAD-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you?

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?

SAD-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the SAD-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, SAD-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?

With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners, and your mother's drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?

SAD-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the SAD-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, SAD-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide
To show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
How could they ever mistake you?

They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of the hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever have persuaded you?

SAD-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the SAD-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, SAD-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you?

Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion and your fingertips now that fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Who among them could ever think it could destroy you?

SAD-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the SAD-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, SAD-eyed lady, should I wait?

Tell Ol' BILL -- Bob Dylan

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The river whispers in my ear
I've hardly a penny to my name
The heavens have never seemed so near
All of my body glows with flame

The tempest struggles in the air
And to myself alone I sing
It could sink me then and there
I can hear the echoes ring

I tried to find one smiling face
To drive the shadow from my head
I'm stranded in this nameless place
Lying restless in a heavy bed

Tell me straight out if you will
Why must you torture me within?
Why must you come down off of your high hill?
Throw my fate to the clouds and wind

Far away in a silent land
Secret thoughts are hard to bear
Remember me, you'll understand
Emotions we can never share

You trampled on me as you passed
Left the coldest kiss upon my brow
All of my doubts and fears have gone at last
I've nothing more to tell you now

I walk by tranquil lakes and streams
As each new season's dawn awaits
I lay awake at night with troubled dreams
The enemy is at the gate

Beneath the thunder blasted trees
The words are ringin' off your tongue
The ground is hard in times like these
Stars are cold, the night is young

The rocks are bleak, the trees are bare
Iron clouds go floating by
Snowflakes fallin' in my hair
Beneath the gray and stormy sky

The evenin' sun is sinkin' low
The woods are dark, the town isn't new
They''ll drag you down, they'll run the show
Ain't no telling what they'll do

Tell ol' BILL when he comes home
Anything is worth a try
Tell him that I'm not alone
That the hour has come to do or die

All the world I would defy
Let me make it plain as day
I look at you now and I sigh
How could it be any other way?

A Simple Twist of Fate -- Bob Dylan

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They sat together in the park
As the evening sky got dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to her bones.
'Twas then she felt alone
And wished she'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

Well, they walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
Stopped into a cheap hotel
with a neon-burning sign.
She said: "Put your hand in mine
Ain't no need to hesitate"
It was all about that simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace softly played
As she was walking by the arcade.
She heard the melody rise and fade
The sun was coming up.
She dropped a coin into the cup
Of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about that simple twist of fate.

He woke up and she was gone
He didn't see nothing but the dawn
Got out of bed and put his shoes back on
Then he pushed back the blinds.
Found a note she'd left behind. "What'd it say?"
It said: "You should have met me back in '58 ( 1958 )
We could have avoided this little simple twist of fate."

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And he hunts for her through the city blocks
Even down there by the waterfront docks
Where the sailors all roll in.
Maybe he'll see her once again,
How long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it's a sin
That it's way too heavy and down within
I let her get under my skin,
Under my skin too late
I had another date,
A date that couldn't wait
You can blame it on a simple twist of fate.

VISIONs of Johanna - Bob Dylan

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Ain't it just like the night to play
Tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded
Though we're all doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these VISIONs of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play
Blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls
They whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these VISIONs of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall
To be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these VISIONs of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo, "This is what salvation must be like after a while"
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these VISIONs of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks
To the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite
And I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"You can't look at much, can you, man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes everything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these VISIONs of Johanna are now all that remain

Sweetheart Like You -- Bob Dylan

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Well, the pressure’s down, the boss ain't here
He gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By the way, that’s a cute hat
And that smile’s so hard to resist
But what’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a HALF
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It’s done with a flick of the wrist
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know, a woman like you should be at home
That’s where you belong
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know you can make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal

You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before you came in the door
They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There’s only one step down from here, baby
It’s called the land of permanent bliss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

We Can TALK -- The Band

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We can TALK about it now
It's that same old riddle, only starts from the middle
I'd fix it, but I don't know how
Well, we could try to reason, but you might think it's treason
One voice for all
Echoing along the hall (Echoing along the hall, echoing along the hall)
Don't give up on father clock
We can TALK about it now

Come, let me show you how
To keep the wheels turnin', you've got to keep the engines churnin'
Well, did ya ever milk a cow? (Milk a cow?)
I had the chance one day, but I was all dressed up for Sunday
Everybody, everywhere
Do you really care? (Do you really care?)
Well, then pick up your heads and walk
We can TALK about it now

It seems to me we've been holding something
Underneath our tongues
I'm afraid if you ever got a pat on the back
It would likely burst your lungs, woah
Stop me if I should sound kinda
Down in the mouth
But I'd rather be burned in Canada
Than to freeze here in the south

Pulling that eternal plough
We got to find a sharper blade or have a new one made
Rest a while and cool your brow
Don't ya see, there's no need to slave, the whip is in the grave
No salt, no trance
You know it's safe now to take a backward glance (You know it's safe to take a backward glance)
Because the flames have turned to chalk
We can TALK about it now

We can TALK about it now

WITHIN You, Without You -- The Beatles

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We were talking about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth
Then it's far too late
When they pass away
We were talking about the love we all could share
When we find it, to try our best to hold it there with our love
With our love, we could save the world, if they only knew

Try to realise it's all WITHIN yourself
No one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
And life flows on WITHIN you and without you

We were talking about the love that's gone so cold
And the people who gain the world and lose their soul
They don't know
They can't see
Are you one of them?

When you've seen beyond yourself then you may find
Peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come when you see we're all one
And life flows on WITHIN you and without you

Subterranean Homesick Blues -- Bob Dylan

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Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in a trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off

Look out, kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
A man in a coon-skin cap
In a pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA

Look out, kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a CLEAN nose
Watch the plainclothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.

Ah, get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is gonna sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail

Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hanging 'round the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool is
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters.

Ah, get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift

Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.

Irene Wilde (Ian Hunter)

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When I was just sixteen - I stood waiting for a dream -
at Barker Street bus station every night
When I tried to get it on - she just looked at me with scorn - my courage
turned to dust and I took flight

For those looks they seemed to say
You ain't nuthin' - Go away
You're just a face in the crowd so I went home and I vowed
I'm gonna be somebody - someday

Her name was Irene Wilde - Oh such beauty for a child
When she started dating boys - I nearly died
For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand
I felt I had to crawl away and hide
In my mother's living room I composed so many tunes
All the same - just a frame - for her name, and just to say
Gonna be somebody - someday

Wild as your name I soon left that country town
I been around, seen some fame, seen some ups and seen some downs
Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud
It's that face in the crowd - didn't dig it - much too proud...

When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream
A Barker Street bus station non affair
At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad
If you hadn't messed me up I'd still be there
And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see
They ain't no chain - just a link and that's why you MADE me think
Gonna be somebody - be somebody - be somebody - someday

Arthur McBride -- Paul Brady & Andy Irvine

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Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walking down by the seaside
Now, mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning
Out for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer, intending to camp
For the day being pleasant and charming

"Good morning, good morning" the sergeant did cry
"And the same to you gentlemen" we did reply
Intending no harm but meant to pass by
For it being on Christmas morning
But says he, "My fine fеllows if you will enlist
It's ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fist
And a crown in thе bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning"

"For a soldier he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And always lives pleasant and charming
And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning"

But, says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them as I suppose
And you DARE not change them one night, for you know
If you do you'll be flogged in the morning
And although that we are single and free
We take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange faces to see
Although that your offers are charming
And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you would have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we would get shot without warning "

"Oh now!" says the sergeant, I'll have no such chat
And I neither will take it from spalpeen or brat
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning"
And then Arthur and I we soon drew our hods
And we scarce gave them time for to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their heads
And bade them take that as fair warning

And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their side
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them out, Devils", cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the morning"
And the little wee drummer we flattened his pow
And we made a football of his rowdey-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to row
And bade it a tedious returning
And we having no money, paid them off in cracks
And we paid no respect to their two bloody backs
For we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning

And so to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning

Oh me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas morning

You're a Big Girl Now - Bob Dylan

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Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off-a my feet
And I'm back in the rain, oh, oh
And you are on dry land
You made it there somehow
You're a big girl now

Bird on the horizon, sitting on a fence
He's singing his song for me at his own expense
And I'm just like that bird, oh, oh
Singing just for you
I hope that you can hear
Hear me singing through these tears

Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast
Oh, but what a shame that all we've shared can't last
I can change, I SWEAR, oh, oh
See what you can do
I can make it through
You can make it too

Love is so simple, to quote a phrase
You've known it all the time, I'm learning it these days
Oh, I know where I can find you, oh, oh
In somebody's room
It's a price I have to pay
You're a big girl all the way

A change in the weather is known to be extreme
But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream?
I'm going out of my mind, oh, oh
With a pain that stops and starts
Like a corkscrew to my heart
Ever since we've been apart

I Can't Turn You LOOSE - Otis Redding

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Huh, I can't turn you LOOSE now
If I do I'm gonna lose my pride
Honey, I can't 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 only you
Honey baby, do it, baby, why don't ya?
I'm gonna give you everything that you wanna
I gotta, gotta, gotta
Keep on holdin', baby

Never, never gonna turn you LOOSE, now
Keep on, keep on ah holdin' on
Got to, got to, got
I can't turn you LOOSE now
I'm in love now with the prettiest thing
Ooh, I never, never turn you LOOSE now
Huh, because sweet love she brings 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 only you
Honey baby, do it, baby, why don't ya?
And I'm gonna get you everything that you wanna
Now, I'm a gotta, gotta, gotta
Huh, keep, keep on holdin' on

Huh, huh, never gonna turn you LOOSE, yeah
Never gonna LOOSE it, babe
Huh, huh, yeah
Hey, ooh
Yeah
I can't, ah turn you LOOSE
Never, gonna, 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
Gonna take you home
And I'd love to hold you than turn you LOOSE
Never gonna turn
Got to keep a hold
Hold on you to you, babe
Gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta

Waiting For You - Bob Dylan

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I never dreamed there could be
A someone made just for me
And I'm letting her have her way
I'm here to see what she has to say
Ah, the poor girl always wins the day
I'm stayin' ahead of the game
And she's a-doin' the same
And the whiskey flyin' into my head
The fiddler's arm has gone dead
And talk is beginning to spread

When did our love go bad
Whatever happened to the best friend that I had
It's been so long since I held you tight
Been so long since we said good night
The taste of tears is bittersweet
When you're near me my heart forgets to beat
You're there every night among the good and the true
And I'll be 'round waiting for you

Well the king of them all is starting to fall
I lost my gal at the boatman's' ball
The night has a thousand hearts and eyes
Hope may vanish, but it never dies
I'll see you tomorrow when freedom rings
I'm gonna stay on top of things
It's the middle of summer and the moon is blue
And I'll be 'round waiting for you

Well, another deal gone down
Another man done gone
You put up with it all
And you carry on
Something holding you back
But you'll come through
I'd bet the world and everything in it on you
Happiness is but a STATE of mind
Anytime you want you can cross the STATE line
You don't need to be rich or well to do
I'll be 'round waiting for you

I've Got the Photographs - Kevin Coyne

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Look out, greasy head
I remember you
The curls on the pillow
The white, the white and the blood
You were born
You were born
You were born
Just like me
Just like me
I've got the PHOTOGRAPHS

Hey Little Madam
With your dress on, standing by the gate
Powdered and alone
I can see you
I can see you
I've got the PHOTOGRAPHS

Are You Lonesome Tonight - Elvis Presley

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Are you lonesome tonight?
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a bright summer day
When I kissed you and called you SWEETHEART?

Do the chairs in your parlour seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your bald head and wish you had hair?

Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back... HA HA HA

Tell me dear, are you lonesome... OH LORD

I wonder... HA HA HA

You know, someone said the world's a stage
And each one must play a part...

HA HA HA HA
OH GOD!

HA HA HA

And I had no cause to doubt you...

HA HA HA HA

Sing it baby

Shall I come back again?
Tell me, dear, are you lonesome... HA HA HA

Sweetheart Like You - Jimmy LaFave

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Well, the pressure’s down, the boss ain't here
He gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By the way, that’s a cute hat
And that smile’s so hard to resist
But what’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a half
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear
It’s done with a flick of the wrist
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know, a woman like you should be at home
That’s where you belong
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know you can make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal

You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before you came in the door
They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips BLEED

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There’s only one step down from here, baby
It’s called the land of permanent bliss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

Old Records Never Die -- Ian Hunter

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Sometimes you realize
That there is an end to life
Yesterday I heard them say
A hero's blown away
And it's so hard to lose
Someone who's close to you
Oh me, I did not see
The danger every day
But music's something in the air
So he can play it anywhere
Old RECORDS never die

Get you're healing from a song
Just when everything goes wrong
Play it right
Through the night
Till morning brings you light
And if some folk laugh at you
Let 'em all laugh they never knew
Oh all those scenes, to me it seems
Some folk never dream
I feel a force
Rebel with some other cause
Old RECORDS never die

Old RECORDS never die
You can watch the waves roll by
You can see it in their eyes
Old records never die
Old records never die
You can watch the waves roll by

Old RECORDS never die
I can hear you
And I know why
Old RECORDS never die

Great song. The original by Ian Hunter is a killer, with Mick Ronson on guitar.

Series of Dreams - Bob Dylan

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I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream when someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very scientific
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
I was just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Down into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

In one, the surface was frozen
In another, I witnessed a crime
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was CLIMB
Wasn't looking for any special assistance
And not going to any great extremes
I'd already gone the distance
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Down into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world

I'd already gone the distance
I was just thinking of a series of dreams
Just thinking of a series of dreams
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Tweeter & the Monkey Man -- The Traveling Wilburys

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Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained, she loved the Monkey Man

Tweeter was a boy scout 'fore she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they'd find freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car, took Highway 99

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood, he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill

It was out on Thunder Road, Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
If you don't surrender now, it's gonna go down to the wire"

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

An ambulance rolled up, a state trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory

Next day, the undercover cop was hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal, he didn't care about the loot
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
In Jersey, anything's legal as long as you don't get caught

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

Someplace by Rahway Prison, they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered 'em, said, "Boy, you didn't think that this could last"
Jan jumped up out of bed, said, "There's someplace I gotta go"
She took a gun out of the drawer and said, "It's best if you don't know"

The undercover cop was found face-down in a field
The Monkey Man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a SHIELD
Jan said to the Monkey Man, "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl"

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a **** club called A Lion's Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on

I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything been done
Sometimes I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

In the Cool Cool Cool of the EVENING - Bing Crosby

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In the cool cool cool of the EVENING
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Save your pappy a chair
When the party's getting a glow on
And singin' fills the air
In the shank of the night
When the doin's are right
Well you can tell em I'll be there

I like a barbecue
I like to boil a ham
And I vote for bouillabaisse stew
What's that?
I like a weenie bake, steak and a layer cake
And you'll get a tummy ache too
We'll rent a tent or a teepee
Let the town crier cry
"All's well!"
And if it's RSVP
This is what I'll reply

In the cool, cool, cool of the EVENING
Tell 'em we'll be there
If you need a pair of freeloaders
To fracture your affair
I may even give them Pagliacci
Now stand back and give him air
If one can relax and we'll have a few yaks
And you can tell them we'll be there

Grand Coolee DAM(N) by Woody Guthrie

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Well, the world has seven wonders that the trav'lers always tell
Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well
But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land
It's the big Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee DAM(N)

She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide
Comes a-roaring down the canyon to meet the salty tide
Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the West
And the big Grand Coulee country in the land I love the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and wind ward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well, she tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream
Of the day the Coulee DAM(N) would cross that wild and wasted stream

Uncle Sam took up the challenge in the year of thirty-three
For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me
He said, "Roll along, Columbia, you can ramble to the sea
But river, while you're rambling, you can do some work for me."

Now in Washington and Oregon you can hear the factories hum
Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum
And there roars the flying fortress now to fight for Uncle Sam
Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee DAM(N)

Taken on a Polaroid by my wife back in the 1980s

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"Day-O (The BANANA Boat Song) by Harry Belafonte

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Day-o, day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack BANANA till de morning come
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Daylight come and me wan' go home

A beautiful bunch o' ripe BANANA
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me BANANA
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me BANANA
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day-o, day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home:x

Thank You VERY Much - The Scaffold

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Thank you very much for the Aintree Iron, thank you very much, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for the Aintree Iron, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for the birds and bees, thank you very much, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for the birds and bees, thank you very very very much

Thank you very much for the family circle, thank you very much, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for the family circle, thank you very much, thank you very very very very very very very very much

You don't know how much they all mean, they seem better in my dreams
It was simply spiffing and true, let me whisper 'I love you'

Thank you very much for love
Thank you very much, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for love
Thank you very very very much

Thank you very much for the Sunday joint
Thank you very much, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for the Sunday joint and our...cultural heritage, national beverage, being fat, Union jack, nursery rhyme, Sunday times, napalm bomb, everyone!
Thank you very much, thank you very very very very, very very very very much

Thank you very much for playing this record, thank you very much, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for playing this record, thank you very very very much

Thank you very much for our gracious team
Thank you very much, thank you very very very much
Thank you very much for our gracious team
Thank you very very very much!

More low-hanging fruit...

THUNDER on the Mountain - Bob Dylan

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THUNDER on the mountain, fires on the moon
There's a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon
Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow
Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere I go

I was thinking' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from crying
When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line
I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be
I have been looking for her even clear through Tennessee

Feel like my soul is beginning to expand
Look into my heart and you will sort of understand
You brought me here, now you're trying to run me away
The writing's on the wall, come read it, come see what it say

THUNDER on the mountain, rolling like a drum
Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from
I don't need any guide, I already know the way
Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day

The pistols are poppin' and the power is down
I'd like to try something' but I'm so far from town
The sun keeps shining'
And the North Wind keeps picking up speed
Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need

I've been sitting down studying the art of love
I think it will fit me like a glove
I want some real good woman to do just what I say
Everybody got to wonder
What's the matter with this cruel world today

THUNDER on the mountain rolling to the ground
Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down
Some sweet day I'll stand beside my king
I wouldn't betray your love or any other thing

Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches
I'll recruit my army from the orphanages
I been to St. Herman's church and I've said my religious vows
I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows

I got the porkchops, she got the pie
She ain't no angel and neither am I
Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes
I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams

THUNDER on the mountain heavy as can be
Mean old twister bearing down on me
All the ladies of Washington scrambling to get out of town
Looks like something bad gonna happen
Better roll your airplane down

Everybody's going and I want to go too
Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new
I did all I could and I did it right there and then
I've already confessed, no need to confess again

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north
I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth
The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf
For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself

Waiting for a Miracle - Bruce Cockburn

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Look at them working in the hot sun
The pilloried saints and the fallen ones
Working and waiting for the night to come

And waiting for a
And waiting for a
And waiting for a MIRACLE

Somewhere out there is a place that's cool
Where peace and balance are the rule
Working toward a future like some kind of mystic jewel

And waiting for a
And waiting for a
And waiting for a MIRACLE

You rub your palm
On the grimy pane
In the hope that you can see (When you're waiting)
You stand up proud
You pretend you're strong
In the hope that you can be (When you're waiting)
Like the ones who've cried
Like the ones who've died
Trying to set the angel in us free

While they're waiting for a
While they're waiting for a
While they're waiting for a MIRACLE

Struggle for a dollar, scuffle for a dime
Step out from the past and try to hold the line
So how come history takes such a long, long time

When you're waiting for a
When you're waiting for a
When you're waiting for a MIRACLE?

You rub your palm
On the grimy pane
In the hope that you can see (When you're waiting)
You stand up proud
You pretend you're strong
In the hope that you can be (When you're waiting)
Like the ones who've cried
Like the ones who've died
Trying to set the angel in us free

While they're waiting for a
While they're waiting for a
While they're waiting for a MIRACLE

It's All Good -- Bob Dylan & Robert Hunter

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Talk about me babe, if you must
Throw on the dirt, pile on the dust
I'd do the same thing if I could
You know what they say, they say it's all good
All good
It's all good

Big politician telling lies
Restaurant kitchen, all full of flies
Don't make a bit of difference, don't see why it should
But it's all right, 'cause it's all good
It's all good

Wives are leaving'their husbands, they are beginning to roam
They leave the party and they never get home
I wouldn't change it, even if I could
You know what they say man, it's all good
It's all good

Brick by brick, they tear you down
A teacup of water is enough to drown
CHECK your oil, look under the hood
Whatever you see, it’s all good

People in the country, people on the land
Some of them so sick, they can hardly stand
Everybody would move away, if they could
It's hard to believe but it's all good

The widow's cry, the orphan's plea
Everywhere you look, more misery
Come along with me, babe, I wish you would
You know what I'm saying, it's all good
All good

Cold-blooded killer, stalking the town
Cop cars blinking, something bad going down
Buildings are crumbling in the neighborhood
But there's nothing to worry about, because it's all good
It's all good
They say it's all good

I'll pluck off your beard and blow it in your face
This time tomorrow I'll be rolling in your place
I wouldn't change a thing even if I could
You know what they say, they say it's all good
It's all good

Great choices, both of them

Jokerman - Bob Dylan

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Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools RUSH in where angels fear to tread
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one
Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time till night comes stepping in

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

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Me too!

Great track but... Guns 'n' Roses? Different strokes for different folks, I guess

JUST Like a woman - Bob Dylan

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Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Everybody knows that baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls

She takes JUST like a woman
She makes love JUST like a woman
And she aches JUST like a woman
But she breaks JUST like a little girl

Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed
'Til she finally sees that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls

She takes JUST like a woman
She makes love JUST like a woman
And she aches JUST like a woman
But she breaks JUST like a little girl

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that...

I JUST can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
But when we meet again, introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world

Ah, you fake JUST like a woman
You make love JUST like a woman
Then you ache JUST like a woman
But ya' break JUST like a little girl

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream -- Bob Dylan

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I was riding on the Mayflower when I thought I spied some land
I yelled for Captain Arab, I have you understand
Who came running to the deck, said, "Boys, forget the whale
Look on over yonder, cut the engines, change the sail
Haul on the bowline", we sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea

"I think I'll call it America," I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath, I fell down, I could not stand
Captain Arab he started writing up some deeds
He said, "Let's set up a fort and start buyin' a place with beads"
Just then this cop comes down the street, crazy as a loon
He throws us all in jail for carrying harpoons

Ah, me I busted out, don't even ask me how
I went to get some help, I walked by a Guernsey cow
Who directed me down to the Bowery slums
Where people carried signs around sayin', "Ban the bums"
I jumped right into line sayin' "I hope that I'm not late"
When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight

I went into a restaurant looking for the cook
I told him I was the editor of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome, he wore a powder blue cape
I ordered some Suzette, I said "could you please make that Crepe?"
Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boilin' fat
Food was flyin' everywhere, I left without my hat

Now, I didn't mean to be nosy but I went into a BANK
To get some bail for Arab and all the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley when up comes this girl from France
Who invited me to her house, I went but she had a friend
Who knocked me out and robbed my boots and I was on the street again

Well, I rapped upon a house with the U.S. flag upon display
I said, "Could you help me out, I got some friends down the way"
"The man says, "Get out of here, I'll tear you limb from limb"
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too", he said, "You're not Him
Get out of here before I break your bones, I ain't your pop"
I decided to have him arrested and I went lookin' for a cop

I ran right outside, I hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door, this Englishman said, "Fab"
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand and a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor and the man asked me who I was

I repeated that my friends were all in jail with a sigh
He gave me his card, he said, "Call me if they die"
I shook his hand and said goodbye, ran out to the street
When a bowling ball came down the road and knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringing and it just about blew my mind
When I picked it up and said hello, this foot came through the line

Well, by this time I's fed up at tryin' to make a stab
At bringing back any help for my friends and Captain Arab
I decided to flip a coin like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailor suit and I got a coin to flip
It came up tails, it rhymed with sails, so I made it back to the ship

Well, I got back and took the parking ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds when this coastguard boat went past
They asked me my name and I said, "Captain Kidd"
They believed me but they wanted to know what exactly that I did
I said for the Pope of Eruke I was employed
They let me go right away, they were very paranoid

Well, the last I heard of Arab, he was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was when I was leavin' the bay
I saw three ships sailin' there, were all heading my way
I asked the captain what his name was and how come he didn't drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus, I just said, "Good luck"

SCHOOL Days - Chuck Berry

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Up in the mornin' and out to SCHOOL
The teacher is teachin' the Golden Rule
American history and practical math
You study' em hard and hopin' to pass
Workin' your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone

Ring, ring, goes the bell
The cook in the lunchroom's ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom, open your books
Gee, but the teacher don't know how mean she looks

Soon as three o'clock rolls around
You finally lay your burden down
Close up your books, get out of your seat
Down the halls and into the street
Up to the corner and 'round the bend
Right to the juke joint you go in

Drop the coin right into the slot
You gotta hear something that's really hot
With the one you love, you're makin' romance
All day long you been wantin' to dance
Feelin' the music from head to toe
'Round and 'round and 'round you go

Hail, hail rock 'n' roll
Deliver me from the days of old
Long live rock 'n' roll
The beat of the drum is loud and bold
Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll
The feelin' is there, body and soul

WHOLE Lotta Shakin' Goin' On - Jerry Lee Lewis

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Well, come on over baby
WHOLE lot of shakin' goin' on
I said come on over baby
Baby, you can't go wrong
We ain't fakin'
WHOLE lotta shakin' goin' on

Well, I said come on over baby
We got chicken in the barn, woo-a
Come on over baby
Really got the bull by the horn
We ain't fakin'
WHOLE lotta shakin' goin' on

Well, I said shake baby, shake it
I said shake baby, shake it
I said shake it baby, shake it
I said shake baby, shake
Come on over
WHOLE lotta shakin' goin' on
Ah, let's go

Come on over baby
We got chicken in the barn
Whose barn, what barn, my barn
Come on over baby really got the bull by the horn
We ain't fakin' WHOLE lot of shakin' going on

Easy now
Shake
Well, shake it baby, yeah
You can shake one time for me
Come over baby
WHOLE lot of shakin' goin' on

Now real low one time now
Shake baby shake
All you gotta do honey
Is kinda stand in one tight little spot
And wiggle around just a little bit
And that's when you got something yeah
Well you got to shake it for me
Now let's go one time

Shake it baby, shake it
Shake it baby, shake, ooo
Come on baby
Shake, baby shake it
Come on over
WHOLE lotta shakin' goin' on

SKIP the Gutter -- Louis Armstrong & Earl Hines

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Louis Armstrong - trumpet
Earl Hines - piano
Mancy Cara - banjo
Earl Robinson - trombone
Zutty Singleton - drums
Jimmy String - clarinet

Spencer Williams - composer

recorded in Chicago, June 27, 19128

Highway 61 Revisited - Bob Dylan

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Oh, God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
Abe said, “Man, you must be puttin' me on”
God say, “No.”
Abe say, “What?”
God say, “You can do what you want, Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run”
Well, Abe said, “Where you want this killin' done?"
God said, “Out on Highway 61”

Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department, they wouldn’t give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said, "There’s only one place I know"
Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run"
Oh, Howard just pointed with his gun
And said, "That way, down Highway 61"

Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
"I got forty red, white and blue shoestrings
And a thousand telephones that don’t ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?"
And Louie the King said, "Let me think for a minute, son"
And he said, "Yes, I think it can be EASILY done!
Just take everything down to Highway 61"

Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren’t right
"My complexion," she says "is much too white"
He said, "Come here and step into the light"
He says, "Hmm you’re right
Let me tell the second mother this has been done"
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61

Now, the rovin' gambler, he was very bored
Tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But, yes, I think it can be very EASILY done
We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61"

I WANNA Be Your Dog -- The Stooges

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So messed up I want you here
In my room, I want you here
And now we're gonna be face-to-face
And I'll lay right down in my favorite place

And now I WANNA be your dog
Now I WANNA be your dog
Now I WANNA be your dog
Well, come on

And now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands

And now I WANNA be your dog
And now I WANNA be your dog
Now I WANNA be your dog
Well, come on

Never GONNA Be the Same Again -- Bob Dylan

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Now you’re here beside me, baby
You’re a living dream
And every time you get this close
It makes me want to scream
You touched me and you knew
That I was warm for you and then
I am never GONNA be the same again

Sorry if I hurt you, baby
Sorry if I did
Sorry if I touched the place
Where your secrets are hid
But you meant more than everything
And I could not pretend
I am never GONNA be the same again

You give me something to think about, baby
Every time I see you
Don’t worry, baby, I don’t mind leaving
I’d just like it to be my idea

You taught me how to love you, baby
You taught me, oh, so well
Now, I can’t go back to what was, baby
I can’t unring the bell
You took my reality
And cast it to the wind
And I am never GONNA be the same again

The Little Beggar Girl

By Richard & Linda Thompson

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I'm just a little BEGgar girl and Sally is my name
You can call me a skiver and I'll call you the same
You can show me you're sorry if you think it's a shame
That I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
You can show me you're sorry if you think it's a shame
That I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

I'll dance with my peg leg a-wiggling at the knee
I'll play on the accordion my father gave to me
For it's well worth it all to please a gent such as thee
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
And it's well worth it all to please a gent such as thee
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

I've been down to London, I've been up to Crewe
I travel far and wide to do the work that I do
'Cause I love taking money off a snob like you
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
And I love taking money off a snob like you
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Oh the poor they will be rich and the rich they will be poor
That's according to Saul when he wrote down the law
And I'd much rather be rich after than before
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
And I'd much rather be rich after than before
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

If the words of my song do your conscience alarm
Just remember generosity is like a lucky charm
If you give me your money, it'll do you no harm
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Yes I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl
If you give me your money, it'll do you no harm
For I'm only a poor little BEGgar girl

Wow, I'd completely forgotten that one. Haven't heard it since it was in the charts

Death of a CLOWN -- The Kinks

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My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So let's go and drink to the death of a CLOWN

Won't someone help me to break up this crown?
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN

So won't someone help me to break up this crown?
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a CLOWN

The STUFF You Gotta Watch -- Muddy Waters

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You know the girl you love, don't treat you right sometimes
(Should be mine, should be mine)
You know the girl you love, don't treat you right sometimes
(Should be mine, should be mine)
That's the STUFF you gotta watch 'cause your girl is a liar

You know, the girl you love stays out all night long
(Should be mine, should be mine)
You know, the girl you love stays out all night long
(Should be mine, should be mine)
That's the STUFF you gotta watch 'cause your girl's treatin' you wrong

Get my hat
(Get my hat)
I need my coat
(Need my coat)
'Cause I just found out baby you don't want me anymore
That's the STUFF you gotta watch, that's the STUFF you gotta watch
That's the STUFF you gotta watch if you don't wanna lose your girl

You know the girl's no good, don't you make no change
(Should be mine, should be mine)
You know your girl's no good, don't you make no change
(Should be mine, should be mine)
That's the STUFF you gotta watch 'cause you all are just the same

She spends your dough, she drink your gin
Then she'll roll and she'll tumble, then she's ready to go again
That's the STUFF you gotta watch, that's the STUFF you gotta watch
That's the STUFF you gotta watch if you don't wanna lose your girl