(Richard Farina)
And it's hi ho hey, I am a bold marauder
And it's hi ho hey, I am the white destroyer
For I will show you silver and gold, and I will bring you treasure
I will wave a widowing flag, and I will be your lover
And I will show you grotto and cave and sacrificial alter
And I will show you blood on the stone and I will be your mentor
And night will be our darling and fear will be our name
And it's hi ho hey, I am the bold marauder
And it's hi ho hey, I am the white destroyer
For I will take you out by the hand and lead you to the hunter
And I will show you thunder and steel and I will be your teacher
And we will dress in helmet and sword and dip our tongues in slaughter
And we will sing a warrior's song and lift the praise of murder
And Christ will be our darling and fear will be our name
And it's hi ho hey, I am the bold marauder
And it's hi ho hey, I am the white destroyer
For I will sour the winds on high and I will soil the river
And I will burn the grain in the field and I will be your mother
And I will go to ravage and kill and will go to plunder
And I will take a fury to wife and I will be your mother
And death will be our darling and fear will be our name
Let's have a party for Francis here in Albuquerque!
A gift for Francis:
And a cake:
How do you say "Yeeeee Hawwwww" in French?
Hey, djjd62, will you be the DJ? A garden party needs a good variety of music. And Bob can sing--maybe a duet with the lovely Letty?
Everybody--let's party!
gently shaking Francis and McTag awake. Get up; get up France and England, we're here to amuse you.
Hey, Diane. Get dys to build us a gazebo. We need the platform. I have even sent an invitation to Jeb Bush.
And there's Raggedy with a garden in the rain. More reason to have that gazebo, my friend.
Need I remind Setanta of Omar and his tent? "....through that same garden and for one in vain...."
Hmmm, listeners, I think that I was confusing Ian Fleming with the Beatles:
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade
I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus' garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade.
We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus' garden near a cave
We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)
We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you.
no problem, i'll see if edgar can supply some vinyl, lot's of goodies in his collection
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If it's 1930s to mid 70s, chances are I got it.
Fabulous, dj. Anyone know where Veronica is? She can bring her harmonica.
this is turning into some party
i think we're gonna need a bigger cake
For edgar:
I'm that girl (oohooh)
Come on baby
I'm that girl
Don't stop now, straight to the top now(I'm that girl)
Cause I'm the one who understands
How to treat a man
I've got what you need
Dear honey
Hope you thinking of me
All in a days work how to make you love me
Orange juice with bubbles here
Let me toast ya
Together we, just like my moses
Hot like testaroses
Homey i'm still that girl
I'm the one that made you believe again
More than your girl will even see
i wanna make love listening to your
I wanna be down for life
baby it aint even about the line tonight
I've got what you need
say you need a girl that's just like me
who can fullfill your every dream
Ready to start a family
cause i'm the one who understands, how to treat man
I've got what you need
I know everything about you
And all the thing that you've gone through
I'm the love to make your heart stop beating
Will you be the one to make me breath again?
When times get hard, i will cry with you, die with you
And there's nothing that i wouldn't do, for you
I want us to shine together baby
I wanna be down for life
Baby it aint even about the line tonight
Boy your always on my mind
Stop fooling around were waisting time
Make me official in your life
Cause i dont ever wanna leave
And I want you to see, this is what you need
Say you need a girl that's just like me
Who can fullfill your every dream
Ready to start a family
cause i'm the one who understands, how to treat man
I've got what you need
I've got what you needs
say you need a girl that's just like me
who can fullfill your every dream
Ready to start a family
cause i'm the one who understands, how to treat man
I've got what you need
you got what i want (you got what i want)
Soooooooo, edgar. Get out those old records.
Folks, can you believe the lyrics to that song were written and performed by Armand Ashanti. Sheeeeeze. He did one movie version of the Odyssey.
Just kidding, but the lyrics were from the lips of someone named Ashanti, I think.
Wow, dj. That's better than the fireworks at Disney World.
-Artists: Little Caesar and the Romans
by Paul Politti and Nick Curinga
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you
The songs of the past bring back memories of you
I always remember the first night we met
The songs they were playing I never will forget
I always will treasure them so close to my heart
They always will haunt me although we're apart
Each time that I hear them a tear's bound to fall
For I love those memories that I, I-I recall
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you
The songs of the past bring back memories of you
Forever they will haunt me but what can I do?
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you
(Oldies but goodies reminds me of you)
SPOKEN: "Yes, dear, they are playin' our songs. And they will always remain our
songs. And each time you hear them, I hope you, too, will cherish the wonderful
memories that our love once knew. For these songs are just a symbol of the
love that I had for you."
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you
The songs of the past bring back memories of you
Forever they will haunt me but what can I do?
Those oldies but goodies reminds me of you
and where is the hawk with many eyes? is he waiting to give us a big surprise?
Wake up, Walter, come on and swing. I can do the German thing.
Well, listeners, there is nothing like a good party.
Artist: Shirley and Lee Lyrics
Song: Let the Good Times Roll Lyrics
Come on baby let the good times roll
Come on baby let me thrill your soul..
Come on baby let the good times roll..
Roll all night long...
Come on baby yes this is this...
This is the something I just can't miss..
Come on baby let the good times roll..
Roll all night long...
Come on baby while the thrill is on..
Come on baby lets have some fun..
Come on baby let the good times roll..
Roll all night long...
Come on baby just close the door..
Come on baby lets rock some more...
Come on baby let the good times roll..
Roll all night long...
Feels so good...
When your home..
Come on baby..
Rock me all night long..
Come on baby let the good times roll
Come on baby let me thrill your soul..
Come on baby let the good times roll..
Roll all night long...
Feels so good...
When your home..
Come on baby..
Rock me all night long..
Come on baby let the good times roll
Come on baby let me thrill your soul..
Come on baby let the good times roll..
Roll all night long...
So, it's time to eat some chili. My Mexican friend, Dan, explained that chili con carne meant chili with meat.
Unfortunately, I prefer canned chili to homemade, and it used to be when I opened that can, my husband would say:
Here, boy.
Reflections In A Crystal Wind
If there's a way to say I'm sorry, perhaps I'll stay another evening, beside your door, and watch the moon rise, inside your window, where jewels are falling, and flowers weeping, and strangers laughing, because you're dreaming that I have gone.
And if I don't know why I'm going, perhaps I'll wait beside the pathway where no one's coming, and count the questions I turned away from, or closed my eyes to, or had no time for, or passed right over because the answers would shame my pride.
I've hear them say the word "forever", but I don't know if words have meaning, when they are promised in fear of losing what can't be borrowed, or lent in blindness, or blessed by pageantry, or sold by preachers, while you're still walking your separate ways.
Sometime we bind ourselves together, and seldom know the harm in binding the only feeling that cries for freedom and needs unfolding, and understanding, and time for holding a simple mirror with one reflection to call your own.
If there's an end to all our dreaming, perhaps I'll go while you're still standing beside your door, and I'll remember your hands encircling a bowl of moonstones, a lamp of childhood, a robe of roses, because your sorrows were still unborn.
Richard Farina:
Richard was born in 1936 to an Irish mother and Cuban father. As a teen, he smuggled rifles for the IRA, then moved to Cuba and fought alongside Fidel Castro. By 1959, he was part of the Greenwich Village coffeehouse scene. He also went to Cornell University upstate in Ithaca, where he befriended misfit student Thomas Pynchon. Fariña then married Carolyn Hester, a folk singer. In Eric Von Schmidt's memoir of his folkie days, "Baby Let Me Follow You Down," Hester recalls an idyll with Fariña on Martha's Vineyard during the summer of '61: "He was afraid the English were going to avenge themselves [on him] because he'd blown up a torpedo boat in Ireland. He was always carrying a .38 around. He thought the Protestants were going to bump him off. I couldn't believe it."
Mimi and Richard Fariña
The next year they drifted to Paris, where Fariña fell in love with Mimi Baez, a lovely piece of 15-year-old jailbait. Fariña would eventually divorce his wife. Von Schmidt says Richard and Mimi then had a "secret" marriage ceremony. Other accounts name Pynchon best man. (Neither item cancels out the other.) What is known is that the two Fariñas began singing as a duo and released two spectacular folk records, "Celebrations for a Grey Day" (1965) and "Reflections in a Crystal Wind" (1966). "Folk" music usually refers to limp white folks' music, but the Fariñas' music was not tedious strum-strum-strumming like famous sister Joan. The Fariñas played weird Appalachian dulcimer music as well as Dylanesque electric folk-rock. Fariña certainly followed in Dylan's electric footsteps -- he even used Dylan guitarist Bruce "Bringing It All Back Home" Langhorne. As a songwriter, however, Fariña was not sitting in anyone's back seat.
these are not party songs, these are just some songs i really like
Best Imitation Of Myself
Ben Folds
I feel like a quote out of context
Withholding the rest
So I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gesture and sound
Got the timing down
It's uncanny, yeah, you think it was me
Do you think I should take a class
To lose my southern accent
Did I make me up, or make the face till it stuck
I do the best imitation of myself
The "problem with you" speech
You gave me was fine
I liked the theories about my little stage
And I swore I was listening
But I started drifting
Around the part about me acting my age
Now if it's all the same
I've people to entertain
I juggle one handed
Do some magic tricks and
The best imitation of myself
Maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole
Wondering, who I am when I ought to know
Straighten up now time to go
Fool somebody else, fool somebody else
Last night I was east with them
And west within
Trying to be for you what you wanna see
But I can't help it with you
The good and bad comes through
Don't want you hanging out with
No one but me
Now if it's all the same
It comes from the same place
And if my mind's somewhere else
You won't be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself
Yes it's uncanny to see
You'd really think it was me
The best imitation of myself
The best imitation of myself
The Best Of Jill Hives
Guided By Voices
Paid up weathered and type-o,
clad in gladstone watch him go,
swimming beneath the microscope.
hello lonely bless the nation.
mr. skip to all or none,
wooden soldiers fall upon,
try to find what makes her tick,
while their finding out what makes them sick.
i dont know where you find your nerve,
i dont know how you choose your words,
speak the ones that suit you worse,
keep you grounded, sad and cursed,
circle the ones that come alive,
save them for the best of jill hives.
been around and left you flat,
tragically decided that,
every child of god's a brat,
and shes dying to escape them.
but do we really need to see,
all her punchdrunk history,
and which of it might hold the key
for the exit to her destiny.
i dont know where you find your nerve,
i dont know how you choose your words,
speak the ones that suit you worse,
keep you grounded, sad and cursed,
circle the ones that come alive,
save them for the best of jill hives.
number one in all our souls,
trifle in the crystal bowl,
fill it up with 9 to 5,
save them for the best of jill hives.
The Spiderbite Song
The Flaming Lips
When you got that spider bite on your hand
I thought we would have to break up the band
To lose your arm would surely upset your brain
The poison then could reach your heart from a vein
I was glad that it didn't destroy you
How sad that would be
Cause if it destroyed you
It would destroy me
When you had that accident in your car
That whole thing just really seemed too bizarre
Dodging holes and telephone poles through the dash
A million to one that you would survive such a crash
I was glad that it didn't destroy you
How sad that would be
Cause if it destroyed you
It would destroy me
When you fell in love, it was so sweet
So devoted, completely swept off your feet
Love is the greatest thing a heart can know
But the hole that it leaves in its absence can make you feel so low
And I was glad that it didn't destroy you
How sad that would be
Cause if it destroyed you
It would destroy me
I'm on Standby
Grandaddy
I'm rolling down a well worn road
I'm wondering if I'll ever know
If I'll be better than I was before
When I surface through the service door
Bye
I'm on standby
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Bye bye
I'm on standby
According to the work order you signed
I'll be down for some time
I'll be down for some time
I got good at saying "I gotta go"
Number one at saying "I don't know"
But from the stories I've heard
You humans require more words
Bye
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Bye bye
I'm on standby
According to the work order you signed
I'll be down for some time
I'll be down for some time
So Much Wine
The Handsome Family
I had nothing to say on Christmas day
when you threw all your clothes in the snow.
When you burnt your hair, knocked over chairs,
I just tried to stay out of your way.
But when you fell asleep with blood on your teeth,
I got in my car and drove away.
Listen to me, Butterfly,
there's only so much wine you can drink in one life and it will never be enough to save you from the bottom of your glass.
Where the state highway starts I stopped my car.
I got out and stared up at the stars.
As meteors died and shot cross the sky,
I thought about your sad, shining eyes.
I came back for my clothes when the sun finally rose but you were still passed out on the floor.
Divorce Song
Liz Phair
And when I asked for a separate room
It was late at night, and we'd been driving since noon
But if I'd known how that would sound to you
I would have stayed in your bed for the rest of my life
Just to prove I was right
That it's harder to be friends than lovers
And you shouldn't try to mix the two
'Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy
Then you know that the problem is you
And it's true that I stole your lighter
And it's also true that I lost the map
But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to
I had to take your word on that
But if you'd known how that would sound to me
You would have taken it back
And boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Burned it up and thrown it away
You put in my hands a loaded gun
And then told me not to fire it
When you did the things you said were up to me
And then accused me of trying to f**k it up
But you've never been a waste of my time
It's never been a drag
So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright
And the license said you had to stick around until I was dead
But if you're tired of looking at my face, I guess I already am
But you've never been a waste of my time
It's never been a drag
So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright
I Hope That I Get Old Before I Die
They Might Be Giants
Sometimes I feel like being wispy
And once in a while I feel like being dry
But we're doomed and we're drowned by this feeling we surround
So I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhh
It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Clear off the kitchen table darling
For on the kitchen table I must lie
I'm just tired for my wife just served the banquet of my life
And I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhh
It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhh
It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Perfect 10
The Beautiful South
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams
It's still love in the first degree
When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door, with a poor poor 4
There ain't no man can replace
'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight
If he's extra large well I'm in charge
I can work this thing on top
If he's XXL well what the hell
Every penny don't fit the slot
The anorexic chicks, the model 6
They don't hold no weight with me
Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine
But I like to hold something I can see
'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight
I've bought a watch, to time your beauty
But I've had to fit a second hand
I've bought a calendar, and every month
Is taken up by lover man
'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight
'Cause we love our love, in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight
Little Boy Soldiers
The Jam
Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that you don't listen,
These days I find that we're out of touch,
These days I find that I'm too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
What have you done for me.
You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
No you want me to help you out.
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
These days I find that its all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I've got no choice so here I come - war games.
I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.
Think of honour, Queen and country,
You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's on our side and so is Washington.
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.
Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby,
Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed.
We ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
The ******* lot - but we don't feel bad.
It was done beneath the flag of democracy,
You'll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do -
yes I do -
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
To argue withthem well what's the point,
Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
then they send you home in a pine overcoat
With a letter to your mum
Saying find enclosed one son - one medal and a note -
to say we won.
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
The Smiths
Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their
Home, and I'm welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
(But then a strange fear gripped me and I
Just couldn't ask)
Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, da ...
Oh, I haven't got one
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
Oh, There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
Dys: Reflections in a Crytal Wind is truly beautiful.
But who wrote:
""Folk" music usually refers to limp white folks' music, but the Fariñas' music was not tedious strum-strum-strumming like famous sister Joan. "
Why the comparison? Joan's a singer, for cryin'-out-loud. She adored her sister. She never claimed to be a musician.
Wow. That's the first protest I've ever uttered here on A2K.
Reflections in a Crystal Wind, dys. One need go no further than that title, and yes, one could stop in the mountains of West Virginia and hear the plaintive sounds of history in the red bud tree....ah, the dulcet tones of the dulcimer with a rifle in the background.
and, dj. there is a light that never goes out. Yes, my friend, you are so right, and "I never saw true beauty til tonight."
How wonderful to be lulled by the music of the years.
Hear me yawning, WA2K folks?
Well, I got to put in for Ramblin Jack Elliot, 'cause he's always there, whether ya notice it 'er not. Another folk singer. I don't recall that he wrote much of anything. His voice -? Well, you judge fer y' self.
Will James
When I was but a small boy, pa bought me many books
About the creatures on the river banks, and the sins of ole sea cooks
But the one I never left behind, were the old forgotten gains
Were the tale of wild and windy slopes about a man they called Will James
And his race to reach the sun set was a high and lonesome time
Like a coyote always looking back he left no tracks behind
So i memerized these pictures and it's still the very best
If whiskey was his mistress his true love was the west
I remember up on dead man creek about 30 years and more
I hired on to break in colts which I'd never done before
Just a city kid, I asked myself Now what would Will James do
And you know it was the damnest thing but it kind of got me through
And his race to reach the sun set was a high and lonesome time
Like a coyote always looking back he left no tracks behind
So i memerized these pictures and it's still the very best
If whiskey was his mistress his true love was the west
As edgar's coyote howls to his mate, I must seek the sweet dream of sleep.
Goodnight, my dear friends, staff, and audience.
From Letty with love,
one more song from the dys and then a whisky, go the garage for a smoke and off to bed:
This house goes on sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon.
You can buy a piece of it if you want to
It's been good to me if it's been good for you.
Take the grand look now the fire is burning
Is that your reflection on the wall?
I can show you this room and some others
If you came to see the house at all.
Careful up the stairs, a few are missing
I haven't had the time to make repairs
First step is the hardest one to master
Last one I'm not really sure is there.
This room here once had childish laughter
And I come back to hear it now and again
I can't say that I'm certain what you're after
But in this room, a part of you will remain.
Second floor, the lady sleeps in waiting
Past the lantern, tiptoe in its glance
In the room the soft brown arms of shadow
This room the hardest one to pass.
How much will you pay to live in the attic?
The shavings off your mind are the only rent
I left some would there if you thought you couldn't
Or if the shouldn't that you've bought has been spent.
This house goes on sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon.
You can buy a piece of it if you want to
It's been good for me if it's been good for you.
