It looks pretty hazardous - but fun! And a pretty good way to make a living. Enjoyed the video clips - had no idea there was so much involved in a gig!
of all the music on the tube, you hadda play the budgie?
really???
gotta make some chow.
dude brought his doggie out to visit with him, unannounced.
stinky was not amused.
and chi-chi would not respect his space.
chi-chi finished his stay in the car with a bloodied nose...
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Butrflynet
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Wed 27 Mar, 2013 09:11 pm
I love this version of the song, can listen to it over and over again.
Jackson Browne
The Load Out and Stay
Lyrics:
Now the seats are all empty,
Let the roadies take the stage.
Pack it up and tear it down.
They're the first to come,
And last to leave.
Working for that minimum wage.
They'll set it up in another town.
Tonight the people were so fine.
They waited there in line,
And when they got up on their feet
They made the show.
And that was sweet but I can hear the sound,
Of slamming doors and folding chairs.
And that's a sound they'll never know.
Now roll them cases out and lift them amps.
Haul them trusses down and get'em up them ramps.
'Cause when it comes to movin' me,
You know, you guys are the champs.
But when that last guitar's been packed away,
You know that I still want to play.
So just make sure you got it all set to go,
Before you come for my piano.
But the band's on the bus,
And they're waiting to go.
We've got to drive all night,
And do a show in Chicago.
Or Detroit, I don't know,
We do so many shows in a row.
And these towns all look the same.
We just pass the time in the hotel rooms,
And wander 'round backstage.
Till those lights come up,
And we hear that crowd,
And we remember why we came.
Now, we got Country & Western on the bus, R & B.
We got Disco and 8-tracks,
And cassettes in stereo.
We've got rural scenes & magazines,
And we've got truckers on CB.
And we got Richard Pryor on the video.
We got time to think of the ones we love,
the miles roll away.
But the only time that seems too short,
Is the time that we get to play.
People you've got the power,
Over what we do,
You can sit there and wait,
Or you can pull us through.
Come along, sing the song,
You know that you can't go wrong.
'Cause when that morning sun comes beatin' down,
You're going to wake up in your town.
But we'll be scheduled to appear,
A thousand miles away from here.
People stay just a little bit longer.
We want to play-ay just a little bit longer.
Now, the promoter don't mind.
And the union don't mind.
If we take a little time,
And we leave it all behind,
And sing ((one more song...))
Oh-oh, won't you stay-ay.
Just a little bit longer-er-er-er.
Please, please, please, say you will.
((Say you will.))
Oh won't you stay-ay-ay.
Just a little bit longer.
Oh-oh, please, please, stay-ay-ay.
Just a little bit more.
Now, the promoter don't mind.
And the roadies don't mind.
If we take a little time,
And we leave this all behind,
And sing one more song.