Ode to Breeze TRASHY WOMEN Confederate Railroad Well, I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style Yeah, my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild Mom and dad had a plan for me, it was debutantes and symphonies But I like my music and I like my women wild (CHORUS) Yeah, I like my women just a little on the trashy side When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed Too much lipstick and too much rouge Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused And I like my women just a little on the trashy side Should've seen the looks on the faces of my dad and mom When I showed up at the door with my date for the senior prom They said, well, pardon us son, she ain't no kid That's a cocktail waitress in a Dolly Parton wig I said I know dad, ain't she cool, that's the kind I dig (REPEAT CHORUS) I like 'em sweet, I like 'em with a heart of gold Yeah and I like 'em brassy, I like 'em brazen and bold Well, they say opposites attract, but I don't agree I want a woman just as tacky as me Yeah, I like my women just a little on the trashy side
Re: Ode to Breeze CHINA China all the way to New York I can feel the distance getting close You're right next to me But I need an airplane I can feel the DISTANCE as you breathe Sometimes I think you want me to touch you How can I when you build a great WALL around you In your eyes I saw a future together You just look away in the distance China decorates our table Funny how the CRACKS don't seem to show Pour the wine dear You say we'll take a holiday But we never can agree on where to go Sometimes I think you want me to touch you How can I when you build a great WALL around you In your eyes I saw a future together You just look away in the distance China all the way to New York Maybe you got lost in MEXICO You're right next to me I think that you can hear me Funny how the distance learns to grow Sometimes I think you want me to touch you How can I when you build a great WALL around you I can feel the distance I can feel the distance I can feel the distance getting close (T. Amos) Mark LA
Re: Ode to Breeze Roller Derby Queen Jim Croce Gonna tell you a story that you won't believe But I fell in love last Friday evenin' With a girl I saw on a bar room T.V. screen Well I was just gettin' ready to get my hat When she caught my eye and I put it back And I ordered myself a couple o' more shots and beers Chorus: The night (you know) that I fell in love with a Roller Derby Queen (Round and round, oh round and round) The meanest hunk o' woman That anybody ever seen Down in the arena She were five foot six and two fifteen A bleached-blonde mama With a streak of mean She knew how to knuckle And she knew how to scuffle and fight And the roller derby program said That she were built like a 'fridgerator with a head Her fans call her Tuffy But all her buddies called her Spike (Repeat Chorus) Bridge: Round and round, go round and round (3 times) Well I could not help it But to fall in love With this heavy-duty woman I been speakin' of Things looked kind of bad Until the day she skated into my life Well she might be nasty She might be fat But I never met a person Who would tell her that She's my big blonde bomber My heavy handed Hackensack mama (Repeat Chorus) (Repeat Bridge)
Re: Ode to Breeze Dance Me to the End of Love Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love (L. Cohen) Mark LA
Re: Ode to Breeze Keep Your Hands To Yourself Georgia Satellites I got a little change in my pocket going jingle lingle ling want to call you on the telephone baby I give you a ring but each time we talk I get the same old thing always no huggin no kissin until I get a wedding ring my honey my baby don't put my love upon no shelf she said don't gimme no lines and keep your hands to yourself Cruel baby baby baby why you want to treat me this way you know I'm still your lover boy I still feel the same way that's when she told me a story 'bout free milk and a cow and she said no huggin no kissin until I get a wedding vow my honey my baby don't put my love upon no shelf she said don't gimme no lines and keep your hands to yourself you see I wanted her real bad and I was about to give in that's when she started talkin' true love started talkin' about sin I said honey I'll live with you for the rest of my life she said no huggin no kissin until you make me your wife my honey my baby don't put my love on no shelf she said don't gimme no lines and keep your hands to yourself.
Re: Ode to Breeze Scenes From An Italian Restaurant A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I--face to face A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends on your appetite I'll meet you any time you want In our Italian Restaurant. Things are okay with me these days Got a good job, got a good office Got a new wife, got a new life And the family's fine We lost touch long ago You lost weight I did not know You could ever look so good after So much time. I remember those days hanging out At the village green Engineer boots, leather jackets And tight blue jeans Drop a dime in the box play the Song about New Orleans Cold beer, hot lights My sweet romantic teenage nights Brenda and Eddie were the popular steadies And the king and the queen of the prom Riding around with the car top down and the radio on Nobody looked any finer Or was more of a hit at the Parkway Diner We never knew we could want more than that out of life Surely Brenda and Eddie would always know how to survive. Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of '75 When they decided the marriage would be at the end of July Everyone said they were crazy "Brenda you know you're much too lazy Eddie could never afford to live that kind of life." But there we were wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye. They got an apartment with deep pile carpet And a couple of paintings from Sears A big waterbed that they bought with the bread They had saved for a couple of years They started to fight when the money got tight And they just didn't count on the tears. They lived for a while in a very nice style But it's always the same in the end They got a divorce as a matter of course And they parted the closest of friends Then the king and the queen went back to the green But you can never go back there again. Brenda and Eddie had had it already By the summer of '75 From the high to the low To the end of the show For the rest of their lives They couldn't go back to the greasers The best they could do was pick up the pieces We always knew they would both find a way to get by That's all I heard about Brenda and Eddie Can't tell you more than I told you already And here we are wavin' Brenda and Eddie goodbye. A bottle of red, and bottle of white Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight I'll meet you anytime you want In our Italian Restaurant. (B. Joel) Mark LA
OT- Strange Songs that I like I'll Think Of A Reason Later (Tony Martin/Tim Nichols) Recorded by Leanne Womack I heard he was gonna marry some girl from Denver Then my sister came over, had the Sunday paper with her There was the girl on the social page Lookin' in love and all engaged We decided she don't take a very good picture It may be my family's redneck nature Rubbin' off, bringin' out unlady-like behavior It sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger But I don't like her She may be a angel who spends all winter Bringin' the homeless blankets and dinner A regular Nobel Peace Prize winner But I really hate her, I'll think of a reason later I drew horns and blacked out her tooth with a marker Childish, yes, but she made such a thin little target I couldn't be happier on my own But I've got the slightest of a jealous bone And seein' her with him tends to enlarge it It may be my family's redneck nature Rubbin' off, bringin' out unlady-like behavior It sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger But I don't like her She may be a angel who spends all winter Bringin' the homeless blankets and dinner A regular Nobel Peace Prize winner But I really hate her, I'll think of a reason later Inside her head may lay all the answers For curin' diseases from baldness to cancer Salt of the earth and a real good dancer But I really hate her, I'll think of a reason later Well it was just one tooth Did I mention I don't particularly care for her She makes me sick
Re: OT- Strange Songs that I like Druthers John Denver If I had my druthers I'd go fishing, find myself a lake and a lazy day. If I had my druthers I'd quit wishing, get off the old caboose get on my way. Give me whole lots of laughter, great big barrels of fun, night time full of romance, a daytime full of sun. If I had my druthers I'd go flying, looking for the things I'd like to see. If I had my druthers I'd be trying, trying, the only way to be what I can be. Give me somebody to love me, make me feel like the only one, something that's worth doing, Lord, I feel good when it's well done. If I had my druthers I'd go sailing, catch me camping out on the open sea. If I had my druthers I'd be singing, just how good this good life feels to me, feels so good. You just need someone to talk to, something you can share. You don't need no reason for living, Lord, it's already there, yes it is. Woooo, woooo, yeah. Makes me giggle, canâ??t sit down. Iâ??m going fishing.
Re: OT- Strange Songs that I like Osama - Yo' Mama (You In A Heap O' Trouble Boy) Osama - yo' mama didn't raise you right When you were young she must have wrapped yo' turban too tight She should have kept you home on those arabian nights It's plain to see - you need some therapy Osama - yo' mama could have done a lot better Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter New York City's where it's from - it's called a smart bomb Chorus And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, "You in a heap o' trouble son Now just look what you've done Saw you on TV with yo' gun Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing wit'cha, told ya dubyah's gonna git'cha" And I can just hear dubyah sayin', "You in a heap 'o trouble boy And I don't think you will enjoy Our game of search and destroy We got your terror right here, and we gon' run it up yo' rear" Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you how to act You've crossed the line too far this time, there ain't no turnin' back You're startin' to remind us of another maniac Yeah, you know who - he started World War II Osama - yo' mama didn't teach you to behave Now they say you're hangin' with the bats in a cave Well, pullin' off that sneak attack was not too brave Kinda makes us remember - the 7th of December Chorus And I can hear yo' mama sayin' now, "You in a heap o' trouble son Now just look what you've done Saw you on TV with yo' gun Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing wit'cha, told ya dubyah's gonna git'cha" And I can just hear dubyah sayin', "You in a heap 'o trouble boy And I don't think you will enjoy Our game of search and destroy We got your terror right here, and we gon' run it up yo' rear" Tag Lines Osama yo' karma's really got you in a jam But that's just what you get - when you mess with Uncle Sam Osama the Taliban is history Nobody wants to see you startin' World War Three Osama you know the al-Qaida won't last Osama, just like you, it's future's in the past Osama you should've read your Nostradamus Now all your friends are sayin' "Please don't bomb us" Written by: Ray Stevens C.W. Kalb, Jr
Re: OT- Strange Songs that I like JOLENE Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you, Jolene He talks about you in his sleep There's nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls your name, Jolene And I can easily understand How you could easily take my man But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can You could have your choice of men But I could never love again He's the only one for me, Jolene I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Jolene, Jolene (D. Parton)
Re: OT- Strange Songs that I like I don't wanna work I just want to bang on the drum all day! I just wanna play Just want to bang on the drum all day! Todd Rundgren
Re: OT- Strange Songs that I like PENCIL-THIN MUSTACHE Jimmy Buffett Now they make new movies in old black and white, With happy endings, where nobody fights, So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage, Honey, jump right up and show your age. I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache, the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket, and an autographed piture of Andy Devine. Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinny Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny. Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache, then I could solve some mysteries too. Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast, Drinkin' on a fake I.D. And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana, But only jazz musicians were smokin marajuana. Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache, then I could solve some mysteries too. But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel' grubbin on the living room floor; They send you off to college to try to gain a little knowledge, But all you want to do is learn how to score. Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear, I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair; But I can go to movies and see it all there, Just the way that it use to be. That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket, And an autographed picture of Andy Devine. Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be, Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby. If I only had a pencil-thin mustache, then I could do some cruising too. Yeah, Brylcream, a little dab'll do yah, Oh, I could do some cruising too.
Re: OT- Strange Songs that I like SANTALAND DIARIES "I was in a coffee shop looking through the want ads when I read, â??Macyâ??s Herald Square, the largest store in the world, has big opportunities for outgoing, fun-loving people of all shapes and sizes who want more than just a holiday job! Working as an elf in Macyâ??s SantaLand means being at the center of excitementâ?¦â? I circled the ad and then I laughed out loud at the thought of it. The man seated nest to me turned on his stool, checking to see if I was a lunatic. I continued to laugh, quietly. Yesterday I applied for a job at UPS. They are hiring driversâ?? helpers for the upcoming Christmas season and I went to their headquarters filled with hope. In line with three hundred other men and women my hope diminished. During the brief interview I was asked why I wanted to work for UPS and I answered that I wanted to work for UPS because I like the brown uniforms. What did they expect me to say? â??Iâ??d like to work for UPS because, in my opinion, itâ??s an opportunity to showcase my substantial leadership skills in one of the finest private delivery companies this country has seen since the Pony Express!â? I said I liked the uniforms and the UPS interviewer turned my application facedown on his desk and said, â??Give me a break.â? I came home this afternoon and check the machine for a message from UPS but the only message I got was from the company that holds my student loan, Sallie Mae. Sallie Mae sounds like a naïve and barefoot hillbilly girl but in fact they are a ruthless and aggressive conglomeration of bullies located in a tall brick building somewhere in Kansas. I picture it to be the tallest building in that state and I have decided they hire their employees straight out of prison. It scares me. The woman at Macyâ??s asked, â??Would you be interested in full-time elf or evening and weekend elf?â? I said, â??Full-time elf.â? I have an appointment next Wednesday at noon. I am a thirty-three-year-old man applying for a job as an elf. I often see people on the streets dressed as objects and handling out leaflets. I tend to avoid leaflets, but to accept it graciously, saying, â??Thank you so much,â? and thinking, You poor, pathetic son of a bâ?¦. I donâ??t know what you have but I hope I never catch it. This afternoon on Lexington Avenue I accepted a leaflet from a man dressed as a camcorder. Hot dots, peanuts, tacos, video cameras, these things make me sad because they donâ??t fit in on the streets. In a parade, maybe, but not on the streets. I figure that at least as an elf I will have a place; Iâ??ll be in Santaâ??s Village with all the other elves. We will reside in a fluffy wonderland surrounded by candy canes and gingerbread shacks. It wonâ??t be quite as sad as standing on some street corner dressed as a french fry." (An Excerpt from "Holidays on Ice" by David Sedaris)
Re: OT- Strange Songs that I like Sunshine Day Brady Bunch (JAN) Think I'll go for a walk outside now The summer sun's calling my name, I hear ya now I just can't stay inside all day I gotta get out Get me some of those raaaaaaays (CHORUS) Everybodys smilin; Sunshine day Everybodys laughin Sunshine Day Everybody seems So happy and gay It's a sunshine day (CINDY) I think I'll go for a walk outside now The summer sun knows me by name He's calling me I gotta get out got get out I get away got get away get away get away get awaaaaaayay Into the sunshine day (BOBBY ON DRUGS) Cant ya feel the sunshine ::garbled can't understand it:: can't ya hear it calling your name (MARCIA MARCIA MARCIA) I think I'll take a walk everyday now The summer suns show me the way To be happy now I just can't stay inside all day I gotta get out Get me some of those raaaaays (CHORUS) Everybody smilin Sunshine Day Everybody laughin Sunshine Day Everybody seems So happy and gay It's a sunshine day (BOBBY ON DRUGS) Cant ya feel the sunshine ::garbled can't understand it:: can't ya hear it calling your name (EVERYONE) Think I'll go for a walk outside now The summer sun's calling my name, I hear ya now I just can't stay inside all day I gotta get out Get me some of those raaaaaaays (CHORUS OUT) Everybodys smilin; Sunshine day Everybodys laughin Sunshine Day Everybody seems So happy and gay It's a sunshine day
Re: OT- Strange Songs that I like THE BALLAD OF LUCY JORDAN The morning sun touched lightly on The eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom In a white suburban town, As she lay there 'neath the covers, Dreaming of a thousand lovers, Till the world turned to orange And the room went spinning 'round. At the age of 37 She realized she'd never ride Through Paris in a sports car With the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing As she sat there, softly singing Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized In her daddy's easy chair. Her husband is off to work, And the kids are off to school, And there were, oh, so many ways For her to spend the day: She could clean the house for hours Or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady streets, Screaming all the way! At the age of 37 She realized she'd never ride Through Paris in a sports car With the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing As she sat there, softly singing Little nursery rhymes she'd memorized In her daddy's easy chair. The evening sun touched gently on The eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top, where she climbed When all the laughter grew too loud. And she bowed and curtsied to the man Who reached and offered her his hand, And he led her down to the long white car That waited past the crowd. At the age of 37 She knew she'd found forever, As she rolled along through Paris With the warm wind in her hair. (Shel Silverstein)
Re: OT- Cool Songs that I like THE CARTER FAMILY (Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman) The Carter family lived next door for almost 14 years With Gwen and I inseperatable from rag dolls through brassieres Then Gwen began to bore me with her giggles and her fears The day the Carters moved away, I had to fake my tears I told new friends Gwen Carter had become a silly pest And then I found I missed her more than I'd ever have guessed Grandma used to nag at me to straighten up my spine To act respectful and read good books To take care of what was mine I hated being criticized and asking her permission So what if her advise was wise, It always hurt to listen I didn't cry when Granny died, she made me so depressed And then I found I missed her more than I'd ever have guessed You used to make me moan in bed, but that can't be enough My friends complained your jokes were crude, Your manners were too rough Don't know just what I wanted, but I know I wanted more Someone smooth, presentable, to blend with my decor And now at night I think of how you grinned when you undressed And I find I miss you more than I'd ever have guessed.
