Songs of Power and Impact

“HPM, I listened to DK for years. I may just go out and buy some at the resale shop...”

“I saw them at a local VFW hall here at the beach on the Frankenchrist tour with the Circle Jerks.

Good show, but Minor Threat was a bit better.

Always hang onto old punk stuff cause the really good stuff is getting hard to find.”

“She went away and left me
Lord, she never said a word,
and even if she would have told me
I prob'ly never would have heard.
For she once said no other woman honey,
could ever lay up in her bed.
Now there's cum stains on the pillow,
where she once laid her head.

Cum stains on the pillow,
in the middle of the bed
I found me a true, fine mama
and she's got some damn good head.
Well I hope she's out there listening
to every word I've said,
'cause there's cum stains on the pillow
where she once laid her head.

Yeah now, when she took my cadillac
that didn't bother me a bit.
But when she took that Gucci couch,
she should'a never done that $h!t.
I never thought I'd see the day
when her love would be as dead
as the cum stains on the pillow
where she once laid her head.

Cum stains on the pillow,
in the middle of the bed
I found me a true, fine mama
and she's got some damn good head.
Well I hope you're out there listening
to every word I've said,
'cause there's cum stains on the pillow
where you once laid your head.
Yes there's cum stains on the pillow
in the middle of the bed.

David Allen Coe


Sorry Matt, I couldn't resist. :D

Hey, if THAT ain't a song of power and impact, I don't know what is...”

“That's a great song, FG! Remember that one from my Florida days. Glad you posted it and not me though. LOL”

“I see a "vacation" in FG's future...”

“The job market is not being too kind to a lot of people...

Low Budget (Ray Davies)
By The Kinks

Cheap is small and not too steep
But best of all cheap is cheap
Circumstance has forced my hand
To be a cut price person in a low budget land
Times are hard but we'll all survive
I just got to learn to economize

I'm on a low budget
I'm on a low budget
I'm not cheap, you understand
I'm just a cut price person in a low budget land
Excuse my shoes they don't quite fit
They're a special offer and they hurt me a bit
Even my trousers are giving me pain
They were reduced in a sale so I shouldn't complain
They squeeze me so tight so I can't take no more
They're size 28 but I take 34

I'm on a low budget
What did you say
I'm on a low budget
I thought you said that

I'm on a low budget
I'm a cut price person in a low budget land

I'm shopping at Woolworth and low discount stores
I'm dropping my standards so that I can buy more

[Quality costs, but quality wastes,
So I'm giving up all of my expensive tastes.
Caviar and champagne are definite no's,
I'm acquiring a taste for brown ale and cod roes ]

Low budget sure keeps me on my toes
I count every penny and I watch where it goes
We're all on our uppers we're all going skint
I used to smoke cigars but now I suck polo mints

I'm on a low budget
What did you say
Yea I'm on a low budget
I thought you said that
I'm on a low budget
I'm a cut price person in a low budget land
I'm on a low budget
Low budget
Low budget

Art takes time, time is money
Money's scarce and that ain't funny
Millionaires are things of the past
We're in a low budget film where nothing can last
Money's rare there's none to be found
So don't think I'm tight if I don't buy a round

I'm on a low budget
What did you say
Yes I'm on a low budget
I thought you said that
I'm on a low budget
I'm a cut price person in a low budget land
I'm on a low budget
Say it again
Low budget
One more time
Low budget

[I look like a tramp, but don't write me off,
I'll have you all know, I was once a tough
At least my hair is all mine, my teeth are my own,
But everything else is on permanent loan.
Once all my clothes were made by hand,
Now I'm a cut price person in a low budget land.
I'm on a low budget
I'll have you all know
We're on a low budget
I'm on a low budget]”

“awwwww, FG is in trooouuuuuble!!
;-)

any Third Eye Blind fans? they're so dorky, i love it. LOL!


"Try and take the high road remember we were friends
I want to be your Crystal Baller
I want to be your diamond ring

"The one I never gave you and the promise that it brings
Let me be your Crystal Baller
I will show you everything.
I’ll be your Crystal Baller"


oohhhh yeah, that soong kicks my ASS!! as newgirl would say. i listen to it like 4 times in a row, screaming it at the top of my lungs. woo hoo!”

“Here's one that will really reach out and (sob) touch your soul:

You can tell the world you never was my girl,
You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone,
You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been,
And laugh and joke about me on the phone.

You can tell my arms go back to the farm,
You can tell my feet to hit the floor,
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips,
They won't be reaching out for you no more.

But don't tell my heart,
My achy breaky heart,
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart,
My achy breaky heart,
He might blow up and kill this man.

You can tell your Ma I moved to Arkansas,
You can tell your dog to bite my leg,
Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip,
He never really liked me anyway.

Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please,
Myself already knows I'm not O.K.,
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind,
It might be walking out on me today.

But don't tell my heart,
My achy breaky heart,
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart,
My achy breaky heart,
He might blow up and kill this man.

(Repeat Chorus to end)

Good ole Billy Ray and his mullet of power.”

“"Two Little Feet"
By Greg Brown from Further In

Double Drop-D tuning

D A D G B D
-----------
Dsus2 0 0 0 3 2 2
D5 0 0 0 2 3 0
D 4 0 0 2 x x
G 5 x 0 4 0 0
Asus4(add F#) 7 7 7 7 7 7
Asus4 7 7 7 7 8 7

Intro (and entire song):

D5 D G Asus4(add F#) Asus4 Asus4(add F#)
Dsus2 D5 D G Asus4(add F#) Asus4 Asus4(add F#)

two little feet to get me 'cross the mountain
two little feet to carry me away into the woods
two little feet, big mountain, and a
cloud comin' down cloud comin' down cloud comin' down

I hear the voice of the ancient ones
chanting magic words from a different time
well there is no time there is only this rain
there is no time, that's why I missed my plane

John Muir walked away into the mountains
in his old overcoat a crust of bread in his pocket
we have no knowledge and so we have stuff and
stuff with no knowledge is never enough to get you there
it just won't get you there

a culture exploded into knickknacks and memories
Eagle and Bear trinkets I don't think it's good
old man what am I trying to say it's a
it's a messed up world but I love it anyway

two little feet to get me 'cross the city
my little hand to knock upon your door
my little thing for your little thing
and a big love to lift us up once more to the mountain
lift us up

tumble us like scree let us holler out our freedom like a
like a wolf across a valley like a kid lost in a game
no time no name gonna miss that plane again
and I'm gonna stay here with you baby and kiss you to a good dream
I'm goin' kiss you
kiss you like you like it

I got two little feet to get me across the mountain
two little feet to carry me away into the woods
two little feet big mountain and a
cloud comin' down cloud comin' down cloud comin' down”

“I feel like I know that song from somewhere, but can't place it. I like the lyrics though. Whose song is that?

This one may be a little dated being that it was about the killing of Steven Biko in South Africa during the Apartheid era. But it still has some punch for me (combined with the incessant drum beat and Peter Gabriel's great vocals)


Biko
by Peter Gabriel

September '77
Port Elizabeth weather fine
It was business as usual
In police room 619
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
With only one colour dead
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead

And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now”

“Treebeard - I only caught part of the song on a local radio station (WTJU) - a woman was singing it - I did not catch the credits”

“HOI - on a search, all I got was Greg Brown's name, not anybody else who covered the song...”

“Fits Like A Glove
By Kiss


Ain't a cardinal sin, baby lemme in, girl I'm gonna treat you right
Well goodness sakes, my snake's alive and it's ready to bite
Hornet's nest, lay me down to rest, ooh I wanna shed my skin
I got the urge to merge, you're cold as ice, baby won't you lemme in
Night scenes, wet dreams, enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel

Don't like to dress, talk too good, but I found my queen
Not too clean, know what I like, if you know what I mean
Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines

This must be love, fits like a glove
Well it must be love, it must be love - fits like a glove - fits like a glove
Feel the heat, driver's seat, my blessing is my curse
Think I'm gonna burst, a gonna burst, a gonna burst

Night scenes, wet dreams, enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel
Ooh baby, babe - fits like a glove
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah - fits like a glove - fits like a glove
Cause when I go through her, it's just like a hot knife through butter, ooh yeah
Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
Fits like a glove - well it must be love, it must be love - fits like a glove
Fits like a glove - well it must be love, it must be love
Fits like a glove”

“Treebeard - I think it might have been Karen Savoca that did it :

Two Little Feet - Karen Savoca from the Going Driftless CD”

“Cool! Thanx, HOI...”

“Just heard this song and it inspired me to bring this thread back up. I know this song is commercial. Overplayed in some people's minds. But, as much as I hear it, I never got sick of it. IMO, the Rolling Stones' 'Sympathy For The Devil' is hands down, absolutely one of the best rock and roll songs ever created. And the lyrics, although a little dated in spots, still have that sense of power and impact to your truly. So, I give you: a little sympathy, from the Rolling Stones!

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and faith
And I was ’round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
’cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what’s my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What’s me name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah”

“That's one of my favorite older songs.”

“"In the Presence of the Lord" (E. Clapton)


INTRO: C F Em Dm (twice)

C G Am Am C F
I have finally found a way to live,

F G C C F Em Dm
Just like I never could before.

C G Am Am C D7
I know that I don't have much to give,

D7 G7 Em G Am
But I can open any door.


Am F Em G Am
Everybody knows the secret,

Am D7
Everybody knows the score.

R:

C G Am Am G F
I have finally found a way to live,

F G C F Em Dm C
In the presence of the lord.


I've finally found a place to live,
Just like I never could before.
And I know that I don't have much to give,
But soon I'll open any door.

R:

C G Am Am G F
I have finally found a place to live,

F G C C F Em Dm C
In the presence of the Lord



GUITAR SOLO



repeat part 1.

R:

C G Am Am G F
I have finally found a place to live,

F G C C F Em Dm C F Em Dm Am
In the presence of the Lord”

“Well, just about anything with Stevie Winwood singin' and playin' that soul organ!”

“When I was a little biddy boy
My grandma bought me a cute little toy
Two Silver bells on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling

When I was little boy In Grammar school
Always went by the very best rule
But Evertime the bell would ring
You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling

Once while climbing the garden wall,
Slipped and fell had a very bad fall
I fell so hard I heard birds sing,
But I held on to My ding-a-ling

Once while swimming cross turtle creek
Man them snappers right at my feet
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands holding my dingaling

Now this here song it ain't so bad
Prettiest little song that you ever had
And those of you who will not sing
must be playing with your on Ding-a-ling”

“That whole Blind Faith album was just phenomenal...”

“lol @ Nigal. A great Chuck Berry ditty indeed!”

“Nigal, YOU are a ding-a-ling!!!

Treebeard, have you heard the Two-Disc Deluxe version of Blind Faith???

One disc is all jams.
Some songs are Ginger Baker, Eric Clapton and Winwood on bass.
Some feature Winwood and Clapton BOTH playing guitar.
They start into a groove and just play for many minutes.”

“Yeah, I have it. And, BTW, we listened to it several times in your truck on the way to the Daks, you ding-a-ling!”

“The secnd disc is fine, Tom. I love the jams...”

“Doh!!!

I knew that!

(Yeah)”

“"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")

Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”

“This one still gets to me.

To Sir, With Love - Lulu
Words by Don Black, Music by Marc London
Tabbed by svsmith@anet.bna.boeing.com

C D
Those school girl days
F C
of telling tales and biting nails are gone
C D
But in my mind
F C
I know they will still live on and on

B7 Em
But how do you thank someone
B7 Em
who has taken you from crayons to perfume
D G D A7 (xx2223)
It isn't easy but I'll try

D
If you wanted the sky
C D
I'd write across the sky in letters
C D
that would soar a thousand feet high
G A (riff)
To Sir, With Love

C D
The time has come
F C
for closing books and long last looks must end
C D
And as I leave
F C
I know that I am leaving my best friend

B7 Em
A friend who taught me right from wrong
B7 Em
and weak from strong, that's a lot to learn
D G D A7
What! what can I give you in return

D
If you wanted the moon
C D
I would try to make a start But I
C D
would rather you let me give my heart
G A (riff)
To Sir, With Love
C D
Those awkward years
F C
have hurried by why did they fly away
C D
Why is it Sir
F C
children grow up to be people some day

B7 Em
What takes the place of climbing trees
B7 Em
and dirty knees in the world outside
D G D A7
What is there for you I can buy

D
If you wanted the world
C D
I'd surround it with a wall I'd scrawl
C D
These words with letters ten feet tall
G A (riff) (end on strummed C)
To Sir, With Love


-----------------------------------------------------------------

riff (my best guess)

E|--------------|
B|--------------|
G|--------------|
D|--------------|
A|--0-----------|
E|----3--1--0---|”

“YES
I. The Solid Time Of Change
(Anderson/Howe)

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running.

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.

Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching out to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.

Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whole.

II. Total Mass Retain
(Anderson/Squire)

My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love.
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand.
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand.

Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armoured movers took approached to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.

Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close to the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by the corner.
Down at the edge, round by the river.

Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.

Down at the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.

III. I Get Up, I Get Down
(Anderson/Howe)

In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up,
I get down,
I get up,
I get down.

Two million people barely satisfy.
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve.
How many millions do we deceive each day?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.

In charge of who is there in charge of me.
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.

IV. Seasons Of Man
(Anderson/Howe)

The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
Ah, ah.

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past.
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.

Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up.

I play this at the ocean, looking out at sea-stacks that remind me of the Roger Dean cover art for the album.”

“I've always found "Fish heads" by Barnes and Barnes to be particulary moving.

Eat them up, yum.”

“I always thought of you aas more of a 'hog jowls' man, Artex. I guess living on the gulf coast brings back the mindset of those delicate little fish heads! Especially during the 'red tide', eh?”

“Life goes on day after day
Hearts torn in every way

So ferry 'cross the Mersey
'Cause this land's the place I love
And here I'll stay

People they rush everywhere
Each with their own secret care

So ferry 'cross the Mersey
And always take me there
The place I love

People around every corner
They seem to smile and say
We don't care what your name is boy
We'll never turn you away

So I'll continue to say
Here I always will stay

So ferry 'cross the Mersey
'Cause this land's the place I love
And here I'll stay
And here I'll stay
Here I'll stay”

“You really should accept
This time he's gone for good
He'll never come back now
Even though he said he would
So, darling, dry your eyes
So many other guys
Would give the world I'm sure
To wear the shoes he wore

Oh, c'mon smile a little smile for me, Rosemarie
What's the use in cryin' ?
In a little while you'll see, Rosemarie
You must keep on tryin'
I know that he hurt you bad
I know, darling, don't be sad and
Smile a little smile for me, Rosemarie, Rosemarie

I guess you're lonely now
Love's comin' to an end
But, darling, only now
Are you free to try again
Lift up your pretty chin
Don't let those tears begin
You're a big girl now
And you'll pull through somehow

Oh, c'mon smile a little smile for me, Rosemarie
What's the use in cryin'?
In a little while you'll see, Rosemarie
You must keep on tryin'
I know that he hurt you bad
I know, darling, don't be sad and
Smile a little smile for me, Rosemarie, Rosemarie

(brief instrumental interlude)

Smile a little smile for me, Rosemarie, Rosemarie”

“And when I see the sign that points one way
The lot we used to pass by every day

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You're not to blame

From deep inside the tears I'm forced to cry
From deep inside the pain I chose to hide

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

Your name and mine
Inside a heart upon a wall
Still finds a way to haunt me
Though they're so small

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

Just walk away Renee
You won't see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You're not to blame”

“No, I am not drunk. ;-)”

“changed the lock on my front door
So you can't see me anymore
And you can't come inside my house
And you can't lie down on my couch
I changed the lock on my front door

I changed the number on my phone
So you can't call me up at home
And you can't say those things to me
That make me fall down on my knees
I changed the nunmber on my phone

Cause I changed the kind of car I drive
So you can't see me when I go by
And you can't chase me up the street
And you can't knock me off of my feet
I changed the kind of car I drive

I changed the kind of clothes I wear
So you can't find me anywhere
You can't spot me in a crowd
And you can't call my name out loud
I changed the kind of clothes I wear

I changed the tracks underneath the train
So you can't find me ever again
And you can't trace my path
And you can't hear me laugh
And honey I'm laughing all the time

I changed the name of this town
So you can't follow me down
And you can't touch me like before
And you can't make me want you more
I changed the name of this town

I changed the lock on my front door
I changed the number on my phone
I changed the kind of car I drive
I changed the kind of clothes I wear
I changed the tracks underneath the train
I changed the name of this town
I changed the name of this town
I changed the name of this town
Tom Petty”

“My life is changing
in so many ways
I don't know who
to trust anymore
There's a shadow running
thru my days
Like a beggar going
from door to door.

I was thinking that
maybe I'd get a maid
Find a place nearby
for her to stay.
Just someone
to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.

A maid. A man needs a maid.
A maid.

It's hard to make that change
When life and love
turns strange.
And old.

To give a love,
you gotta live a love.
To live a love,
you gotta be "part of"
When will I see you again?

A while ago somewhere
I don't know when
I was watching
a movie with a friend.
I fell in love with the actress.
She was playing a part
that I could understand.

A maid. A man needs a maid.
A maid.

When will I see you again?






Mr. Young sings about it.....
One of the sadest songs...”

“Here ya go Maple --- I heard part of this on public radio a while back, then found the lyrics on the 'Net....


I Don't Want To Play In Your Yard

Written by Philip Wingate and H.W. Petrie (1894)

(6 bar intro)

Once there lived side by side
Two little girls
Used to dress just alike
Hair down in braids
Blue gingam pinafores
Stockings of red
Little sunbonnets tied on each pretty head.
When school was over
Secrets they'd tell,
Whispering arm in arm,
Down by the well.
One day a quarrel came,
Hot tears were shed:
"You can't play in our yard,"
But the other said:

"I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't like you anymore!
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down our cellar door.
You can't holler down our rainbarrel,
You can't climb our apple tree!
Oh, I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me."
Next day two little maids each other miss,
Quarrels are soon made up,
Sealed with a kiss.
Then hand in hand again
Happy as they go.
Friends all thro' life to be -

They love each other so.
Soon school days pass away,
Sorrows and bliss
But love remembers yet, quarrels and kiss,
In sweet dream of childhood, we hear the cry:
"You can't play in our yard," And the old reply:
"I don't want to play in your yard,
I don't like you anymore!
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down our cellar door.
You can't holler down our rainbarrel,
You can't climb our apple tree!
Oh, I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me."”

“i like mine better, no friggin happy ending!”

“A long, long, long, long time ago
Before the wind, before the snow
Lived a man, lived a man I know
Lived a freak of nature named Sir Psycho

Sir Psycho Sexy that is me
Sometimes I find I need to scream

He's a freak of nature
But we love him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go

Deep inside the garden of Eden
Standing there with my hard on bleedin'
Theres a devil in my dick and some demons in my semen
Good God no that would be treason
Believe me Eve she gave good reason
Botty looking too good not to be squeezin'
Creamy beaver hotter than a fever
I'm a givin' 'cause she's the reciever
I won't and I don't hang up until I please her
Makin' her feel like an over achiever
I take it away for a minute just to tease her
Then I give it back a little bit deeper

Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea he's the man that I met 1 time
Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea he's the man that left me blind
Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea he's the man he's the man he's
the man (chorus)

He's a freak of nature
But we love him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go

I got stopped by a lady cop
In my automobile
She said get out and spead your legs
And then she tried to cop a feel
That cop she was all dressed in blue
Was she pretty? Boy I'm tellin' you
She stuck my butt with her big black stick
I said "what's up?" now suck my dick
Like a ram getting ready to jam the lamb
She whimpered just a little when she felt my hand
On her crotch so very warm
I could feel her getting wet through her uniform
Proppin' her up on the black and white
Unzipped and slipped "ooo that's tight"
I swatted her like no swat team can
Turned a cherry pie right into jam

(chorus)

Hello young woman that I love
Pretty punk rock mamma that I'm thinking of
Hold me naked if you will
In your arms in your legs in your #&%!$ I'd kill
To be with you, to kiss with you, I do miss you
I love you

Lay me down...
Descending waves of graceful pleasure
For your love there is no measure
Her curves they bend with subtle splendor

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little girl with a bull whip
Lickety split go snap "snap"
Girl gettin' off all in my lap
The tallest tree the sweetest sap
Blowin' my ass right off the map
Ooo and it's nice out here
I think I'll stay for a while”

“Now THAT's power and impact, baby.”