Wow, I forgot how good Randy could write.
One of his early songs: My Old Kentucky Home
Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' em off with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher
Until I'm dead
Sister Sue, she's short and stout
She didn't grow up - she grew out
Mama says she's plain but she's just bein' kind
Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind
Don't let her out much 'cept at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My Old Kentucky Home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Brother Gene, he's big and mean
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whupped each day
But now she's gone away
He got drunk last night
Kicked mama down the stairs
But I'm all right so I don't care
I used to LOVE Randy's stuff many, many years ago, panzade. I wonder why I stopped listening?
Now I'm trying to remember the Randy Newman songs I used to play a lot. Here's one I loved (but depressed the hell out of me!):
I Think It's Going To Rain Today
Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend
Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
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Yes, two masterpieces.
Sometimes when you've rached a pinnacle it's hard to slog on. Randy went into film music and has won an Oscar for his troubles.
Sometimes I have only parts of songs stuck in my head!
In the years of the trogledytes the only things there were cave men and cave women then there was Birtha, Birtha Butt, one of the Butt sisters.
I think that's how it goes, but who knows? I probably didn't even spell some of the words right!
Does anybody else besides me my dad, my mom,and some guys my dad knew who knows how many years ago!?!
'Til the one day when this lady met this fellow
And they knew it was much more than a hunch
That this group should somehow form a family
That's the way we all became the .....AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
.. I should be so lucky
lucky, lucky, lucky ..
Dammit!
Out, damn silly song, OUT!
Doo do doot-doot doo kimby kimbies
I need a new brain.
Hang on! Not long till Cairns, hinge!
Divinyls: When I think about you, I touch myself. It's Kicky's fault.
Well, the story is not so blush-inducing.
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes
And eyes and ears and mouth and nose
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes
Life is a highway and I'm going to ride it all night long.
Through all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road and these are the hands
From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights
Knock me down get back up again
You're in my blood
I'm not a lonely man
There's no load I can't hold
Road so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Just tell 'em we're survivors
A horrible song. Local supermarket has it on their holiday loop of torture:
Simply. Having. Wonderful Christmas time.
Simply. Having. Wonderful Christmas time.
Simply. Having. Wonderful Christmas time.
Simply. Having. Wonderful Christmas time.
Simply. Having. Wonderful Christmas time.
Simply. Having. Wonderful Christmas time.
etc. etc. ad nauseam...
