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AEROSMITH lyrics -
Movin' Out

We all live on the edge of town
where we all live ain't a soul around
people start a-comin', all we do is just a-grin
said we gotta move out cause the city's movin' in
I said we gotta move out cause the city's movin' in

Tell me who ya know, and I'll tell ya who too
go see my friend and he'll set you free
tell me what you need and maybe I can go too
no one knows the way but maybe me
nobody goes there, nobody shows where
nobody knows where you can find me

Good morning glory, halleluh to ya
what is the story and what's been goin' through ya?
livin' like a king off the fat of the land
workin' like a dog in a rock n' roll band
we're movin' -- we're gettin' out
we're movin' -- without a doubt
we're movin' -- we're goin' far
we're movin' -- oh yes we are

[chorus]

level with God and you're in tune with the universe
talk with yourself and you'll hear what you wanna know
gotta rise above cause below it's only gettin' worse
life in time will take you where you wanna go,
where you wanna go, x's a bunch
baby catch ya round, I don't know where I'm goin'

Letty, that reminds me of the travelling song from JRR Tolkein's The Lord of the Rings novels.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

I almost forgot to put up the verses of the original version from the end of The Hobbit. Shame on me.

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains of the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

Great, Mr. Tin Man. <smile> Never heard it, but I can see why it could be a reminder.

Hey, Try. Welcome back, and your song reminds me of Hank(the one that is white and fluffy)


That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back
'Cause I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone
You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky
So I'm movin' on

That big loud whistle as it blew and blew
Said hello to the southland, we're comin' to you
When we're movin' on, oh hear my song
You had the laugh on me, so I've set you free
And I'm movin' on

Mister fireman won't you please listen to me
'Cause I got a pretty mama in Tennessee
Keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
So shovel the coal, let this rattler roll
And keep movin' me on

Mister Engineer, take that throttle in hand
This rattler's the fastest in the southern land
To keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
You gonna ease my mind, put me there on time
And keep rollin' on

I've told you baby, from time to time
But you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind
Now I'm movin' on, I'm rollin' on
You've broken your vow, and it's all over now
So I'm movin' on

You've switched your engine now I ain't got time
For a triflin' woman on my main line
Cause I'm movin on, you done your daddy wrong
I warned you twice, now you can settle the price
'Cause I'm movin on

But someday baby when you've had your play
You're gonna want your daddy but your daddy will say
Keep movin' on, you stayed away too long
I'm through with you, too bad you're blue
Keep movin' on

You've never read The Lord of the Rings books, Letty? You are missing out. I have known people that don't like the "swords and sorcery" type of books that loved those four from Mr. Tolkien. I highly recommend them.
If you have nine or so hours with nothing to do, the movies are excellent, too.
But I digress. This is radio. Pardon the interruption.

No problem, Arthur. We got 'em now. I tried once to read the trilogy. Just not my thang, I guess. Hey, we don't mind a book report once in a while.

How about another Hank:




Comb your hair and paint and powder you act proud and I'll act prouder
You sing loud and I'll sing louder tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
You're my gal and I'm your feller dress up in my frock and yeller
I'll look swell but you'll look sweller settin' the woods on fire
We'll take in all the honky tonks tonight we're having fun
We'll show the folks a brand new dance that never has been done
I don't care who thinks we're silly you'll be daffy I'll be dilly
We'll order up two bowls of chili settin' the woods on fire

I'll gas up my hot rod stoker we'll get hotter than a poker
You'll be broke but I'll be broker tonight we're settin' the woods on fire
We'll sit close to one another up our street and down the other
Tonight we'll have ball oh brother settin' the woods on fire
We'll put aside a little time to fix a flat or two
My trey and tubes are doin' fine but the air is showin' through
You clap hands and I'll start howlin' we'll do all the law's allowin'
Tomorrow I'll be right back plowin' settin' the woods on fire

Well, to each his own. I'm glad you tried them. Truly classics, in my opinion.
Speaking of hot rods,

Clint Black
Hey Hot Rod

Out on the highway flyin' by me
Headlights and tail lights are all I could see
Down at the junction another flies by
They come and go in the blink of an eye

Down at the stripyou see 'em waitin' in line
Lay down the rubber let their motors unwind
No matter whether you can drive it that good
If you ain't got it revvin' under the hood

Chorus
Hey hey hot rod
Burnin' up the back streets tearin' up town
Hey hey hot rod
A hound for glory and the glory bound

Lit up and cruisin' on the good night tail
A rockin' motivator and the radio wails
Ahead of the heat movin' fast and cool
That mean machin is breakin' all the rules

Repeat chorus

Out on the highway flyin' by me
The blinding headlights are all I could see
The killer curves are gonna drive me to far
And I ain't even started up my car

Repeat chorus

You got the hottest set of wheels around
A hound for glory and the glory bound

Well, Arthur and listeners. We know that Clint is not THE MAN IN BLACK, but here's a train song from Johnny:

It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
Since, I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that train keeps a-rollin',
On down to San Antone.

When I was just a baby,
My Mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy,
Don't ever play with guns,"
But I shot a man in Reno,
Just to watch him die,
When I hear that whistle blowin',
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eatin',
In a fancy dining car,
They're probably drinkin' coffee,
And smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a-movin',
And that's what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over a little,
Farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison,
That's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
Blow my Blues away.

here's one by the Grateful Dead

This old engine
makes it on time
Leaves Central Station
at a quarter to nine
Hits River Junction
at seventeen to
at a quarter to ten
you know it's trav'lin again

Drivin' that train
High on cocaine
Casey Jones you better
watch your speed
Trouble ahead
Trouble behind
and you know that notion
just crossed my mind

Trouble ahead
The Lady in Red
Take my advice
you be better off dead
Switchman sleepin
Train hundred and two
is on the wrong track and
headed for you

Drivin' that train
High on cocaine
Casey Jones you better
watch your speed
Trouble ahead
Trouble behind
and you know that notion
just crossed my mind

Trouble with you is
The trouble with me
Got two good eyes
but we still don't see
Come round the bend
You know it's the end
The fireman screams and
The engine just gleams

Drivin' that train
High on cocaine
Casey Jones you better
watch your speed
Trouble ahead
Trouble behind
and you know that notion
just crossed my mind

My word, Mr. Turtle. You just read my mind. I gotta go find the wreck of the old 97. Love your song, buddy.

"The Wreck of the Old 97"


On one cloudless morning I stood on the mountain,
Just watching the smoke from below,
It was coming from a tall, slim smokestack
Way down on the Southern railroad.

It was 97, the fastest train
Ever ran the Southern line,
All the freight trains and passengers take the side for 97,
For she's bound to be at stations on time.

They gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
Saying, "Stevie, you're way behind time.
This is not 38, but it's Old 97,
You must put her into Spencer on time."

He looked 'round and said to his black greasy fireman,
"Just shovel in a little more coal,
And when I cross that old White Oak Mountain
You can just watch Old 97 roll."

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville,
And the lie was a three-mile grade,
It was on that grade that he lost his air brakes,
And you see what a jump that she made.

He was going down the grade making 90 miles an hour,
When his whistle began to scream,
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
Scalded to death by the steam.

goin' for the wa2k speed record:

Oh, Maybelline, why can't you be true? Oh, Maybelline, why can't you be true?
You done started back doing the things you used to do,

As I was motivatin' over the hill, I saw Maybelline in a Coup de Ville,
Cadillac rollin' on the open road, nothin' outrun my V8 Ford,
Cadillac doin' 'bout 95, bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side,

Maybelline, why can't you be true? Whoa Maybelline, why can't you be true?
You done started back doing the things you used to do,

Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford, Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more,
Done got cloudy and it started to rain, I tooted my horn for the passin' lane,
Rain water blowin' all under my hood, I knew that I was doin' my motor good,

Maybelline, why can't you be true? Whoa Maybelline, why can't you be true?
You done started back doin' the things you used to do,

The motor cooled down, the heat went down,
And that's when I heard the highway sound,
Cadillac sittin' like a ton of lead, 110 a half a mile ahead,
Cadillac lookin like it's sittin' in steel, and I caught Maybelline at the top of the hill,

Maybelline, why can't you be true? Whoa Maybelline, why can't you be true?
You done start back doing the things you used to do.

Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
While riding in my Cadillac
What to my surprise
A little Nash Rambler was following me
About one third my size
The guy musta wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

[Slowly]
I pushed my foot down to the floor
To give the guy the shake
But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind
He still had on his brake
He musta thought his car had more guts
As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

[Normal speed]
My car went into passing gear
And we took off with gust (whoosh)
Soon we were going ninety
Musta left him in the dust
When I peeked in the mirror of my car
I couldn't believe my eyes
The little Nash Rambler was right behind
You'd think that guy could fly
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

[Quickly]
Now we were doing a hundred and ten
This certainly was a race
For a Rambler to pass a Caddy
Would be a big disgrace
The guy musta wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn (beep beep)
I'll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
Beep beep beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep

[Very quickly]
Now we're going a hundred twenty
As fast as I can go
The Rambler pulled along side of me
As if we were going slow
The fella rolled down his window
And yelled for me to hear
"Hey buddy how do I get this car outa second gear?"

Poor old Casey, I hope he did…

Make It
AEROSMITH lyrics -

Good evening people, welcome to the show
got something here I want you all to know
when laughin' people bring on primal screams
you got to think of what it's gonna take to make your dreams
make it
don't break it
I said make it
don't break it
do then ya feel like the world's coming down on you
you know that history repeats itself
but you just learned so by somebody else
you know you do, you gotta think up fast
you gotta figure what it's gonna take to make it last
make it
don't fake it
said make it
don't fake it
better weather, pull yourself together
don't be catchin' the blues
better weather, pull yourself together
what have you got to lose
you're only paying your dues
if you're gone I'll get you anyway
although you know what you've been going through

Dear letty-betty, re Nash, when I was in high school I had a weekend job shagging new cars for the Nash-Rambler dealership.

Dear dysieBob. When I was in high school, I didn't know how to do nuttin' ,but I was determined to learn. <smile>

Well, Try, I know all about that primal scream stuff as well, and it appears that Aerosmith does if we are to believe the psychology of music.

A song of another color, listeners:


Stagecoach Taxi Lyrics - Make this one bleed Lyrics

I'm so tired of sad love songs
I'm so tired of the way they make me feel
I'm so tired of sad endings
I just wish they would let me heal

Its too late for that
I cant pretend I never wanted you back
its to late for

Just hold me close and
I'll hold you like I'll never let you go
Just hold me close and
we'll stay here until you let me go

I'm so tired of writing these songs
I'm so sick of having nothing else to say but how I hate you
but I hate you
cus I hate you
but you're not you today

Its to late to pretend
there's nothing more I wanted to say
I cant prevent this so

Hold me close and
I'll hold you like I'll never let you go
just hold me close and
I'll stay here until you let me go

let me go.

Therein lies the paradox of living.

You are right, everybody needs…

Somebody
AEROSMITH lyrics -


I need a lady, not somebody shady
need someone to be close to
somebody cozy, not somebody nosy
help me see my whole day through
someone to share the load
somebody to walk the road I live on... live!
good Lord send me, good Lord mend me
send me down someone for me
said I won't be choosy, you could send me a floozy
send me anybody you please
somebody say you will
somebody further still
somebody, some-somebody for me
now won't you send me somebody
yeah, somebody
won't you send me somebody
now won't you send me somebody
well, call for somebody, scream loud and bloody
call woman, woman, come on to me
save for tomorrow, share all your sorrow
misery enjoys company (yes it does, yes it does)

What we really need, folks, is just someone to be there.

This isn't the song that I was looking for, but I guess it says much the same.




I know it's kind of hard
To get over someone
And try to start a new
A new relationship
No need to rush cuz you
Have all the time in the world
Right now let's focus on
How we can keep you happy

[Chorus:]
You can call on me
No matter what the situation
I will be there
Put your trust in me
Whenever you need somebody
I will be there

I know your broken hearted
Your love is truly over
He left you sad and lonely
Now you're feeling empty
You've got to realize
He made a big mistake
Leaving you was the worst thing he could ever do

I can feel it when you hurt
You will never be alone
All those crying days are gone
I'll be here to guide you
Baby I will be right there
And you know I will always care

[Chorus]

Baby listen to me
And girl you will see
That I'm the only one for you
I'll give you what ever you need
You can depend on me
I'll be your friend
I will always be right there, oh

[Chorus]

I can feel it when you're hurt
Girl, you're never alone
Oh, all those days are gone
I will be there
Oh, I will be there
Just to guide you
You're never alone
Girl, you know I'll always care
Right there, right there

You don't have to worry
I'm gonna be by your side
Even when times are hard
Just count on me and
I will always be there

[Ad lib until fade]

thinking of the loss of lustre thread and this song popped into my head

the bit at the end about advice being a form of nostalgia especially, but the whole thing is fun

Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Ok, dj, we'll trust you on the sunscreen. That song was hilarious, buddy, but one does NOT need to go above an 8. Trust me on that.

Now is this weird or what, folks?

Richard M Sherman
Trust In Me (the Python Song)

Trust in me, just in me
Shut your eyes and trust in me
You can sleep safe and sound
Knowing I am around
Slip into silent slumber
Sail on a silver mist
Slowly and surely your senses
Will cease to resist
Trust in me, just in me
Shut your eyes and trust in me.

And I don't think that's Monty he is talking about. <smile>