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Hey, Reyn. That looks like one of those therapeutic sponge things. Hope it helps, Canada.

You packed in the morning
I stared out the window
And I struggled for something to say
You left in the rain without closing the door
I didn't stand in your way
Now I miss you more
Than I missed you before
And now where I'll find comfort, God knows
'cause you left me
Just when I needed you most
Yes, you left me
Just when I needed you most
Now most every morning
I stare out the window
I think about where you might be
I've written you letters that I'd like to send
If you would just send one to me

'cause I need you more
Than I needed before
And now where I'll find comfort, God knows
'cause you left me
Just when I needed you most
Yes, you left me
Just when I needed you most

You packed in the morning
I stared out the window
And I struggled for something to say
You left in the rain without closing the door
I didn't stand in your way

Now I love you more
Than I loved you before
And now where I'll find comfort, God knows
'cause you left me
Just when I needed you most
You left me
Just when I needed you most
Oh, you left me
Just when I needed you most

Ah, shari. That be a sad song, honey.:

Anyone remember the book A CASE OF NEED? It was one of those books that presaged what has now become a real bone of contention. (whatever that means)

Let's follow shari's lead:


I Need You

America

We used to laugh
We used to cry
We used to bow our heads
Then wonder why
But now you're gone
I guess I'll carry on
And make the best of what you've left to me
Left to me, left to me

I need you
Like the flower needs the rain
You know, I need you
Guess I'll start it all again
You know, I need you
Like the winter needs the spring
You know I need you
I need you

And every day
I'd laugh the hours away
Just knowing you were thinking of me
Then it came
That I was put to blame
For every story told about me
About me, about me

Twelfth of Never - Johnny Mathis

You ask how much I need you; well, I'll explain.
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain.

You ask how long I'll love you; I'll tell you true:
Until the twelfth of never, I'll still be loving you.

Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.

I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.

Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.

I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.



b dylan

I remember that Johnny Mathias song, edgar, but that Dylan one is fantastic, right listeners? I am always bowled over by the things that man sang and often wrote.

HILLBILLY FEVER
(George Vaughn)
JERRY LEE LEWIS

Hillbilly fever goin' 'round
Good old mountain music's got me down
You hear guitar, fiddle
Boy, you're shakin' around
Hillbilly fever goin' 'round

Well, rock 'n' roll music's goin' 'round
When you feel it, ooh you can't sit down
Well, you gotta shake, break, oh yeah
This thing's goin' 'round the town
Rock 'n' roll music goin' 'round
(Roll yeah!)

Oh, country music's goin' 'round
You get the feelin', boy you can't sit down
Well, you rock to the right
You rock to the left
You feel so doggone good
Mmm, this country music's goin' 'round
Yeah, this country music's goin' 'round
Yeah, rock 'n' roll music's goin' 'round

Artist: Oasis Lyrics
Song: Sad Song Lyrics

Sing a sad song
In a lonely place
Try to put a word in for me
It's been so long
Since I found this place
You better put in two or three
We as people, are just walking 'round
Our heads are firmly fixed in the ground
What we don't see
Well it can't be real
What we don't touch we cannot feel

Where we're living in this town
The sun is coming up and it's going down
But it's all just the same at the end of the day
And we cheat and we lie
Nobody says it's wrong
So we don't ask why
Cause it's all just the same at the end of the day
We're throwing it all away
We're throwing it all away
We're throwing it all away at the end of the day

If you need it
Something I can give
I know I'd help you if I can
If your honest and you say that you did
You know that I would give you my hand
Or a sad song
In a lonely place
I'll try to put a word in for you
Need a shoulder? well if that's the case
You know there's nothing I wouldn't do

Where we're living in this town
The sun is coming up and it's going down
But it's all just the same at the end of the day
When we cheat and we lie
Nobody says it's wrong
So we don't ask why
Cause it's all just the same at the end of the day

Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Throwing it all away
Throwing it all away
You're throwing it all away at the end of the day

well, edgar, hillbilly fever ain't the only thing goin' round. <smile> Thanks for more Jerry Lee, Texas.

Hey, try. "....what we can't touch we cannot feel...."That line got to me, because it's so true of sad people. Welcome back and thanks for the thought, buddy.

Wow! listeners. I took a looooonnnnnggggg siesta. It's supposed to get in the 30's tonight. How about a song to warm us up:

Roll In My Sweet Baby's Arms


[tempo increases with each verse]

Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail tain comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

I ain't gonna work on the railroad
(You ain't gonna work at all if you can help it !)
No, I ain't gonna work on the farm
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms


My mama was a beauty operator
Sister could sew and could mend
My daddy owned an interest in that old sorghum mill
Just-a watchin' all that money roll in

Roll in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
Roll in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
Roll in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
Roll in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms

FADES-
Roll in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
Roll in my sweet baby's arms (roll in my sweet baby's arms)
I'll lay around this shack
'Til the mail train comes back
An' I'll roll in my sweet baby's arms.

S TOP - S C... - Sammy Hagar Lyrics -
Turn Up The Music Lyrics

Huh! Oh, yeah!
We've been waiting all night just to hear that song.
Yeah, we been pushin' buttons all night long.
Just a rollin' down the freeway with the boys.
When on comes this beautiful noise.
Turn up the music.
Make it loud and clear.
I said, turn up the music.
Oh, you know what I wanna hear.
Turn up the music.
Well, I gotta hear an oldie like "Johnny B. Goode"
You know it gets me in the mood, yeah I knew it would.
This here radio's got to make it right, yeah.
Anybody wanna rock tonight?
Turn up the music.
Rock 'n roll radio.
I said to turn up the music, yeow! Huh!
Turn up the music.
And make it loud and clear.
I said to turn up the music.
Oh, you know what I wanna hear.
Sounds all right!
C'mon baby!
Yeah!
All right!
Burn up the music.
We wanna rock tonight.
Heavy metal music.
Oh that feels all right.
Turn it up.
Turn it up.
Radio, oh!
Turn up the music.
Turn up the music.

Well if I could walk on water
And if I could find some way to prove
If I could walk on water would you believe in me
My love is so true

(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, etc.)

Well I'm no angel, now, I'll admit
I made a few bad moves I should regret
I hurt you once or so you said
Just one more chance is all you get

Didn't mean to do you wrong again
Worse things have been done by better men
Baby, baby, don't, don't treat me this way
I know, yes, I've got to pay now, I'm still paying

Well if I could walk on water
And if I could find some way to prove
If I could walk on water would you believe in me, my love is true

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, oh

All along, I told you lies
To err is human, forgive is divine
Don't be a fool, don't settle the score
Cause I can't take it no more, I can't take it

Well if I could walk on water
And if I could find some way to prove
If I could walk on water would you believe in me, my love is true

Well, if I could walk on water (if I could)
Is that what I'm gonna have to do
If I could walk on water would be you believe in me, my love is so true

Do I have to walk, walk, walk on water for you

Hey baby, baby, there's a little time, let's spend it together
We'll get over what we left behind, there's our future together
Yeah, well let's stay together

(Guitar Solo)

Well, if I could walk on water
And if I could find some way to prove
If I could walk on water would you believe in me, my love is true

My love is so true, do I have to walk, oh, walk on water for you
If I had to walk, girl
If I had to walk, walk, walk
Do I have to walk on water, walk on water for you
Do I have to walk on water
Do I have to find some way to prove
Do I have to walk on water, walk on water for you
Do I have to walk on water
Do I have to find some way to prove
Yeah, yeah, walk on water, walk on water for you

Well, shari, if you walked on water, you'd need some stepping stones, right?

and try, instead of Johnny be good, why not Johnny get angry.

First, folks, the stones:

» (i'm Not Your) Steppin' Stone

by Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart
I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone
I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone
You're trying to make your mark in society,
You're using all the tricks that you used on me,
You're reading all them high-fashion magazines,
The clothes you're wearing, girl, they're causing public scenes.
I said, I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone
I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone (No!)
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
SOLO
When I first met you, girl, you didn't have no shoes,
But now you're walking 'round like you're front page news,
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose,
But you won't find my name in your book of "Who's Who".
I said, I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone (No, girl, not me!)
I-I-I-I-I'm not your steppin' stone (No!)
Not your steppin' stone
I'm not your steppin' stone
SOLO
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
No, girl, I'm not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
Not your steppin' stone
(fade out)

and the antithesis continues, listeners:

- Words and Music by Hal David and Sherman Edwards
Johnny, I said we were through
Just to see what you would do
You stood there and hung your head
Made me wish that I were dead
CHORUS
Oh, Johnny get angry, Johnny get mad
Give me the biggest lecture I ever had
I want a brave man, I want a cave man
Johnny, show me that you care, really care for me
Every time you danced with me
You let Freddy cut in constantly
When he'd ask, you'd never speak
Must you always be so meek?
CHORUS

Every girl wants someone who
She can always look up to
You know I love you, of course
Let me know that you're the boss
CHORUS
Johnny, get angry, Johnny
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny

Chuck Berry


Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johny be good

He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

His mama told him someday he would be a man,
And he would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

Good night Dear Letty!

Goodnight, my dear try.

For Reyn and try:

Hank Williams, Jr.

Send me the pillow that you dream on oh don't you know that I still care for you

Send me the pillow that you dream on so darling I can dream on it too

Each night while I'm sleeping oh so lonely

I share your love in dreams that once were true

So send me the pillow that you dream on and darling I can dream on it too

[ guitar - strings ]

I've waited so long for you to write me but just a mem'ry's all that's left of you

Send me the pillow that you dream on so darling I can dream on it too

So darling I can dream on it too.

I Don't Know
Hank Williams lll

I might get drunk and rob a bank
shoot my car if it don't crank
try to raise a little cain
mess the wall up with some paint

might even join the rodeo
ride my horse to Buffalo
change my name to Bill
I dont think I ever will

but I can't promise you I wont
some people do some people don't
some people win some people lose
some people never get to choose

all you can do is the best you can
and hope things work out like you planned
I plan to stay but I might go
I cant say cuz I dont know!

I might become the president
and tell the world I'm heaven sent
pick up drinking cold iced tea
quit watching women and t.v.

might even smoke those cigarettes
play my guitar like Dickie Betts
get in miss Shania's pants
I dont think I got a chance

but I aint saying I wont try
to do it all before I die
I just might win but if I lose
well I'll just blame it on the blues

cuz I'm just doin' the best I can
and I hope ya understand
I plan to stay but I might go
and if I do I told ya so

dj, you mean there's a Hank III? Loved the song, Canada.

How about some from the original Hank:

Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
[ fiddle ]
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town get me a pirogue
And I'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie...
[ fiddle ]
Later on, swap my mon, get me a pirogue
and I'll catch all the fish on the bayou
Swap my mon, to buy Yvonne what she need-oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie...

It's hard to believe the man was big at 25 and died at 29.

son of hank ll and grandson of hank



"Like every Hank in his family, Hank III has alot of Hank Sr. in him, a lot of Jr. in him and helluva lot of his own God given fire in him. He is as important to this generation of music lovers as his roots would predict. Hank III is a dose of Hard Core reality you won't find in today's candy assed country music."
-Dale Watson, Koch Records recording artist.

Well, dj, that is fabulous. Someone to carry on the Williams' name and tradition without the candy.

I hope he writes as well as his grandad. "I still think I'm so lonesome I could cry" has fabulous lyrics.