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Tom Waits

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak

Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night

this next song sounds like it was ripped from the headlines

maybe ms smith will find some peace soon

She Took A Lot Of Pills (& Died)
Robbie Fulks

With her drop-dead looks and her little-girl charm
Everybody thought she'd go far
And at 20 years old she was rich as could be
And a world-famed Hollywood star.
With the big parts coming and the sweethearts, too,
Life was a hell of a ride
But her star soon fell and her body got old
So she took a lot of pills and died.

She took a lot of pills and died
She took a lot of pills and died
her star soon fell and her body got old
So she took a lot of pills and died.

While the traffic crawled by in the street outside
She was sitting in her kitchenette
Listening to the scuttle of the rats in the wall
And staring at her TV set.
She once might have been too proud to be found
in a hovel on the lower East Side
But nothing in the world seemed to matter much now
So she took a lot of pills and died.

She took a lot of pills and died
She took a lot of pills and died
her star soon fell and her body got old
So she took a lot of pills and died.

Now she hasn't been seen on the silver screen
And she never may be again
But every once in a while at the far end of the dial
You can see her how she was back then.
In a soft close-up, with her hair backlit,
She seemed to glow inside
Yeah, but something went wrong, 'cause forty years on
She took a lot of pills and died.

She took a lot of pills and died
She took a lot of pills and died
her star soon fell and her body got old
So she took a lot of pills and died.

Sam Cooke

Another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way

I got in town a month ago
Ive seen a lot of girls since then
If I could meet em I could get em
But as yet I havent met em
Thats why Im in the shape Im in

Chorus:
Oh, another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way

Now another fella told me
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of being my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat name frankenstein

Chorus:
Oh, another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had some chick to talk to
Im in an awful way

Chorus:
Yeah, another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way

Its hard on a fella
When he dont know his way around
If I dont find me a honey
To help me spend this money
Im headin back to key west town

Chorus:
Oh, another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way

Chorus:
Just another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had some chick to talk to
Im in an awful way

-- spoken:
Its awful. all dressed up and no place to go. no one to help me spend
My flow. another saturday night. get me the pizza man.

Well, Wes and I agree as you well know, dj. I once told BoGoWo that the only thing we own are our names and our birthdays. Still believe that, Canada. Do you reckon the Turtle will hear you calling?

Let see if Jim Croce says it right?

I Got A Name

Like the pine trees linin' the windin' road
I've got a name, i've got a name
Like the singin' bird and the croakin' toad
I've got a name, i've got a name
And i carry it with me like my daddy did
But i'm livin' the dream that he kept hid
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky
I've got a song, i've got a song
Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry
I've got a song, i've got a song
And i carry it with me and i sing it loud
If it gets me nowhere, i'll go there proud
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

And i'm gonna go there free
Like the fool i am and i'll always be
I've got a dream, i've got a dream
They can change their minds but they can't change me
I've got a dream, i've got a dream
Oh, i know i could share it if you want me to
If you're going my way, i'll go with you
Movin' me down the highway
Rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by.

That's for you Dan, wherever you are.

Oops, Y'all are too fast for me. Back later, to look over the over looked.

Saturday Night
Bay City Rollers

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night! (x4)

Keep on dancin to the Rock and Roll,
On Saturday Night, Saturday Night.
Dancin to the Rhythm with a Heart and Soul,
On Saturday Night, Saturday Night.

I-I-I-I just can't wait,
I-I-I-I gotta date.

At the good ol' Rock and Roll,
folk show, I've gotta go!
Saturday Night, Saturday Night
Gonna rock it up, hold it up,
do it all, have a ball
Saturday Night, Saturday Night.

S-S-S-Saturday Night(x3)

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night! (x4)

Gonna dance with my baby till the night is through,
On Saturday Night, Saturday Night.
Tell her all the little things I'm gonna do,
On Saturday Night, Saturday Night.

I-I-I-I'm love her so,
I-I-I-I'm gonna let her know.

At the good ol' Rock and Roll,
hope show, I've gotta go!
Saturday Night, Saturday Night
Gonna rock it up, hold it up,
do it all, have a ball
Saturday Night, Saturday Night.

S-S-S-Saturday Night(x3)

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night! (x6)

S-S-S-Saturday Night(continue till fade)

eagles

Seems like a dream now, it was so long ago
The moon burned so bright and the time went so slow
And I swore that I loved her and gave her a ring
The bluebird was high on the wing

Whatever happened to Saturday night
Finding a sweetheart and holding her tight?
She said,"Tell me, oh, tell me, was I all right?"
Whatever happened to Saturday night?

The years brought the railroad
It ran by my door
Now there's boards on the windows
And dust on the floor
And she passes the time at another man's side
And I pass the time with my pride

What a tangled web we weave
Go 'round with circumstance
Someone show me how to tell the dancer
From the dance

What ever happened
To Saturday night?
Choosin' a friend and loosin' a fight
She said,"Tell me, oh, tell me, are you alright?"
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
Whatever happened to Saturday night?

just remember for every saturday night, there's gotta be a sunday morning

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
Kris Kristofferson

Well I woke up sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast
Wasn't bad so I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that Ive been pickin
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the sunday smell of someone fryin chicken
And it took me back to somethin
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way

On the sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing lord that I was stoned
cause there is something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks
Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl who he was swingin
And I stopped beside a sunday school
And listened to the song that they were singin'
Then I headed back for home and
Somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed thru the canyon like
The disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the sunday morning sidewalks
Wishing lord that I was stoned
cause there is something in a sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And theres nothin' short of dyin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city side walks
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

Thanks to dj and dys, we have a marathon of songs that tell about the day and night, and Sunday morning looking bright.

Goodnight, my friends.

Goodnight, sleep tight
No more tears
In the morning I'll be here
And when we say goodnight,
Dry your eyes
Because we said goodnight,
And not goodbye
We said goodnight
And not goodbye

From Letty with love

Doug Kershaw - Louisiana Man


First Momma Poppa call a little boy Ned
Raise him on the banks of the riverbed
In a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
Home for my Momma and my Poppa and me

Half-past three Poppa jumps to his feet
Already Momma cooking Poppa somethin' to eat
Half-past five Poppa's ready to go
Jumps in his perouge headed down the bayou

Got fishin' lines running cross the Louisiana river
Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everything they can
Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man

Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen
Even got a little baby muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow Poppa's gonna turn 'em into money

Got fishin' lines running cross the Louisiana river
Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat
Settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everything they can
Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man
Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man

Someplace Where Love Can't Find Me
John Hiatt

Some folks live by a big blue ocean
Some folks live in the center of town
Some folks live without any notion
Me Im just tryin to live your love down
Im just tryin to live your love down
Im not lookin for another
Im just lookin to get long gone
To someplace that no sweetheart has discovered
Someplace where memories dont hold on
Someplace where memories dont hold on

Somewhere the ties wont bind me
Someplace where love cant find me
Somewhere the pasts behind me
Someplace where love cant find me
Someplace where love cant find me

Its the same old sad situation
Fall in love and it breaks your heart
Surely theres somewhere in this great nation
Where no one comes together just to fall apart
Where no one comes together just to fall apart

Somewhere the ties wont bind me
Someplace where love cant find me
Somewhere the pasts behind me
Someplace where love cant find me
Someplace where love cant find me

Im getting nowhere...Im getting nowhere
And gettin over it is getting so hard
I want to go there I want to go there
Before they throw my heart in a junkyard
cause I dont have another love in me
Cant even let the last one go
Before I do it again please send me
Up to nova scotia down to mexico
Up to nova scotia down to mexico

Somewhere the ties wont bind me
Someplace where love cant find me
Somewhere the pasts behind me
Someplace where love cant find me
Someplace where love cant find me

thanks to dj & dys for sat. nite music.

here's advice from the Cool Ruler, Gregory Isaacs:

Went to a dance last Saturday night
I was feeling tipsy and the mood was right
Sight a little dawta and a step in a de corner
Cause I feel like dancing all night

But I said cool down the pace for me little woman
You dubbing it too fast for me
Cool down the pace for me little woman
That's not how it should be

I told her to try
I don't know why
No use trying cause she can't
And so she do it how she want

So I said cool down the pace for me little woman
You rocking it too fast for me
Cool down the pace for me little woman
That's not how it should be
You're rocking too fast for me

Said she would try
But she just don't know why
She keep on trying but she can't
And so she do it how she want

But I beg ya cool down the pace for me little woman
You dubbing it too fast for me
I said to cool down the pace for me little woman
That's not how it should be

Please this to try
I don't know why
No use trying cause you can't
And so she do it how she want

But I said cool down the pace
Please cool down the pace
You rocking it too fast
This dance is gonna last
Move a little slower
A move a littler slower Not so fast
All night this dance is gonna last
Cool down, cool down, cool down Cool down, cool down
Not so fast All night this dance will last
Don't be in a haze
Please cool down your pace
A cool down Sister please cool down
A cool down

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors. Great to see you back, Mr. Turtle, and I really like Gregory Isaacs, buddy. What a nice surprise to find out that he did this one:

House of the Rising Sun
Gregory Isaacs

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the rising sun.
And it's been the ruin of many young, poor boys.
And God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor,
she sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man,
down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he is satisfied
is when he's cold and drunk.

Oh, mother, tell your children
not to do what I have done.
Spend your life concealed in misery
in the house of the rising sun.

Well I got one foot on the platform
the other foot on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.

There is a house in New Orleans
they call the rising sun.
And it's been the ruin of many young, poor boys.
And God, I know I'm one.

Not exactly what we call a Sunday morning song, but it is intriguing, and has been done by many. If I recall correctly, there IS a "house of the rising sun."

Who's gonna be your man
Who's gonna be your man
Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips
Who's gonna be your man
Who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot
Who's gonna glove your hand
Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips
Who's gonna be your man

I look down the railroad track
Just as far as I could see
All I've seen was a little bitty hand
Kept waving after me
Who's gonna be your man
Who's gonna be your man
Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips darling
Who's gonna be your man

I've been counting every tree
Count every railroad tie
I've been counting on you my pretty baby
To love me till I die
Cause I wants to be your man
I wants to be your man
I wants to kiss your pretty red lips baby
Won't you let me be your man
Don't you weep my own true love
Don't you weep or cry
Each click of the track tells me
I'll be back in the very near by and by
Cause I'm gonna be your man
I'm gonna be your man
I'm gonna kiss your pretty red lips darling
I'm gonna be your man.

Harry Belafonte

Gloria

Can't bear this strain any longer, I tell you no, Gloria
Can't bear this strain any longer, I tell you no, Gloria
You promised to marry me in the month of May
Now you try to run away, if it's the last thing I have to do
Gloria my darling I'm begging you
Please marry me Gloria, darling can't you see Gloria
With all your faults, I want you like a long dose of Epsom salts

I'd like to be a bachelor,
Before I met Gloria
I don't know what she did to me
Some people think I'm crazy
Some say it's the treatment, some say it's this and that
Some say she's a diplomat, I don't care what the case may be
Come darling let's join in matrimony
So please marry me Gloria, darling can't you see Gloria
My belly does boil, I want you like a bad dose of castor oil

You said you loved me but you lied,
My friend saw you with another guy
And now you have me in a state
With all the doubts you create
Soon as I turned my back you were on the go
Gloria girl I tell you no, and I beg you not to forget
A promise to me is more than a debt
So please marry me Gloria, sweetheart can't you see Gloria
You must understand, I want you like a cop wants a wanted man

Gloria is my only girl
My only hope in this world
Give me your hand and say you do
Come back to me I'm telling you
I want you to have and hold until death we part
Please don't try to break my heart
I say stop all this stupidness darling and seal it now with a kiss
Please marry me Gloria, darling can't you see Gloria
You lovely flower bud, I love you like a pig loves a pool of mud

Harry Belafonte

Haiti Cherie

Haiti Cherie, says Haiti is my beloved land
Oh I never knew that I have to leave you to understand
Just how much I miss the gallant Citadel,
Where days long ago, brave men served this country well.

Where sun is bright, or evening with soft moonlight
Shading tree, Creole maiden for company
A gentle breeze, a warm caress if you please
Work, laughter and play, yes we'll always be this way

Haiti Cherie, now I've returned to your soil so dear
Let me hear again, the things that give music to my ear.
The lone shepherd's horn that welcomes the rising morn
When roads overflow as crowds to Iron market go.

Where sun is bright, or evening with soft moonlight
Shading tree, Creole maiden for company
A gentle breeze, a warm caress if you please
Work, laughter and play, yes we'll always be this way

Harry Belafonte

Well, folks, I can see that this is going to be a Belafonte day. Thanks, edgar, we'll play.

This is my island in the sun
where my people have toiled since time begun
I may sail on many a sea

her shores will always be home to me

Oh island in the sun

built to me by my father's hand
all my days I will sing in praise

of your forest waters
your shining sand

As morning breaks
the heaven on high

I lift my heavy load to the sky

sun comes down with a burning glow

mingles my sweat with the earthly low

Oh island in the sun

built to me by my father's hand
all my days I will sing in praise

of your forest waters
your shining sand

Solo

I see woman on bended knee

cutting cane for her family
I see man at the water-side

casting nets at the surfing tide

Oh island in the sun

built to me by my father's hand
all my days I will sing in praise

of your forest waters
your shining sand

I hope the day will never come

that I can't awake to the sound of drum

never let me miss carnaval

with calypso songs
philosophical.

Oh island in the sun

built to me by my father's hand
all my days I will sing in praise

of your forest waters
your shining sand

CHORUS:
All the good times are passed and gone
All the good times are o'er
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more

O, don't you see that lonesome dove
Flyin' from pine to pine
Why did I have to raise up my eye
Just as that bird flew by?

All the good times are passed and gone
All the good times are o'er
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more

Whenever I hear that lonesome train
I wish I'd never been born
And I wouldn't have been if my daddy had seen
That the end of the condom was torn.

All the good times are passed and gone
All the good times are o'er
All the good times are passed and gone
Little darling don't you weep no more

I never thought I'd be this old
In the over-sixty group
My wife, she offered me "super sex."
And I said, "I'll take the soup."

Hey, dys, who you quotin'?

Don't you know....

Joshua fit de battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho,
Joshua fit de battle of Jericho,
and the walls came a tumbalin' down, down, down, down.


VERSE 1

You may talk about your men of Gideon,
you may talk about your men of Saul,
but there's none like good old Josh-a-ua,
at the battle of Jericho, that morning;

Joshua rose early in the morning,
that is when the trumpets blew,
they marched around the city,
at the battle of Jericho.

Right up to the walls of Jericho,
he marched with spear in hand,
Joshua commanded the children to SHOUT,
and the walls came a tumbalin' down, down, down, down;

Joshua fit de battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho,
Joshua fit de battle of Jericho, the trumpets they did blow, so,
Joshua fit de battle of Jericho, and the walls came a tumbalin' down.

Joshua fit de battle of Jericho, now you know, Jericho,
Joshua fit de battle of Jericho, and the walls came a tumbalin' down.
Now you know who tore the wall down,
now you know who tore the wall down, down, down,
Joshua!(in a whisper)