RELEASE ME . . . please, please, please, please

Hearts Of Stone
The Fontane Sisters, 1954
Words and Music by Rudy Jackson and Eddy Ray

Hearts made of stone
Will never break
For the love you have for them
They just won't take
You can ask them please
Please, please, please break
And all of your love
Is there to take

Yes, hearts of stone
Will cause you pain
Although you love them
They'll stop you just the same
You can ask them please
Please, please, please break
And all of your love
Is there to take

But they'll say
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Everybody knows
I thought you knew
Hearts made of stone

Yes, hearts of stone
Will cause you pain
Although you love them
They'll stop you just the same
You can ask them please
Please, please, please break
And all of your love
Is there to take

But they'll say
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Everybody knows
I thought you knew
Hearts made of stone

Tinman

please, please, please . . . say no

You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello

I say high, you say low
You say why, and I say I don't know
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello

Hello Goodbye sung by those four boys from Liverpool with unfortunate haircuts.

say no . . . goodbye

Dear John

Well when I woke up this mornin',
There was a note upon my door,
It said don't make me no coffee Babe,
'cause I won't be back no more,
And that's all she wrote, Dear John,
I've fetched your saddle home.

Now Jonah got along in the belly of the whale,
Daniel in the lion's den,
Now I know a man that didn't try to get along,
And he won't get a chance again,
And that's all she wrote, Dear John,
I've sent your saddle home.

Well she didn't forward no address,
She didn't say goodbye,
All she said was if you get blue,
Just hang your little head and cry,
And that's all she wrote, Dear John,
I've sent your saddle home.

Now my gal's short and stubby,
Just as strong as she can be,
And if that little old gal of mine,
Ever gets a-hold of me,
That’ll be all she wrote, Dear John,
I've sent your saddle home.

Now I went down to the bank this morning,
The cashier said with a grin,
I feel so sorry for you Hank,
But your wife has done been in,
And that was all she wrote, Dear John,
I've sent your saddle home.

As sung by Hank Williams in Live at the Grand Ole Opry
Written by Aubry Gass and Tex Ritter (early 1950s?)

Tinman

Tex Ritter
Blood On the Saddle

There was blood on the saddle and blood all around
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground

A cowboy lay in it all covered with gore
And he never will ride any broncos no more

Oh, pity the cowboy, all bloody and red
For the bronco fell on him and bashed in his head

There was blood on the saddle and blood all around
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground

GROUND

Woke up this morning
Put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh what a feeling!
When my soul
Went thru the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did ride
When I got there they did say
John, it happened this way
You slipped upon the floor
And hit your head
And all the angels say
Just before you passed away
These were the very last words
That you said:

Please don't bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get "em" out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman
And give my love to Rose

Please Don't Bury Me by John Prine

ground . . . eyes

The Hearse Song

The old Grey Hearse goes rolling by,
And you don't know whether to laugh or cry;
For you know some day it will get you too,
And the hearse's next load may consist of -- you.

They'll take you out and they'll lower you down,
While men with shovels stand all a-round;
They'll throw in dirt and they'll throw in rocks,
And they won't give a dam-m-m if they break the box.

The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out,
They crawl all over your chin and mouth,
They invite their friends and their friends' friends too,
And you’ll look like hell when they're -- through -- with you.

Did you ever think as the hearse rolls by
That some of these days you must surely die?
They'll take you away in a big black hack,
They'll take you away but won't bring you back.

The men with shovels stand all around.
They shovel you into that cold, wet ground.
They shovel in dirt and they throw in rocks.
They don't give a dam if they break the box.

And your eyes drop out and your teeth fall in
And the worms crawl over your mouth and chin;
And the worms crawl out and the worms crawl in
And your limbs drop off of you limb by limb.

As sung by Carl Sandburg in Carl Sandburg Sings His American Songbag, Caedmon Records, 1967, recorded May 27, 1952 - June 13, 1953.

Tinman

eyes . . . hearse

I was standing by my window,
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

Will the Circle Be Unbroken written by A.P. Carter, sung as I know it by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band . . . and the Neville Brothers

Cheerful; relentlessly cheerful!

When I saw that hearse ... When I saw her

Well she was just seventeen / You know what I mean
And the way she looked was way beyond compare
So how could I dance with another,
Oh, when I saw her standing there

Well she looked at me / and I, I could see
That before too long I'd fall in love with her
She wouldn't dance with another
Oh, when I saw her standing there

Well my heart went boom / when I crossed that room / and I held her hand in mine

Oh we danced through the night / and we held each other tight
And before too long I fell in love with her
Now I'll never dance with another
Oh, when I saw her standing there

I Saw Her Standing There, Lennon/McCartney

when I saw her . . . standing

Back on the Street Again

written by Steve Gillette

I'm back on the street again
Gotta stand on my own two feet again
I'm walking that lonely beat again
Remembering when, woah-oh, remembering when

Got a tear in my eye again
To remind me that I might cry again
Feeling sad and wondering why again
Remembering when, woah-oh, remembering when

I remember a time when I thought the world was mine
The world belongs to somebody else now
And I'm just standing in line
So I'm thinking of me again
That's the way it's gonna be again
I'll wait and I'll see 'til then
I'm remembering when, woah-oh, remembering when.


Evergreen Vol. 2 (1967)
Lyrics as performed by
the Stone Poneys
(featuring Linda Ronstadt)

Tinman

standing . . . street

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our

Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...


sung by Madness

street . . . father

My Sister She Works In A Laundry

My sister she works in a laundry,
My father he fiddles for gin,
My mother she takes in washing,
My God, how the money rolls in.

This appeared in Carl Sandburg's 1927 The American Songbag, but no date or author was given. I suspect it arose in this form just prior to the Depression and the author is anonymous, but that it is a descendent of an earlier song. Does anybody know?

Tinman

Wow, Tin, I have no idea. I'll do a little digging later. Do you have Sandburg's entire songbag memorized? For now, I offer this:

father . . . mother . . . sister . . . brother (take your pick)

I am a orphan on God's highway
But I'll share my troubles if you go my way
I have no mother no father no sister
No brother I am an orphan girl

I have had friendships pure and golden
But the ties of kinship I had not known them
I know no mother no father no sister
No brother I am an orphan girl


Orphan Girl, written by Gillian Welch, sung by herself, and also recorded by Emmylou Harris.

quote:

Originally posted by Caterwauller:
Do you have Sandburg's entire songbag memorized?

No, but I have the book and a recording. Here's another one.

father . . . mother . . . sister . . . brother (take your pick). . . mother

Man Goin' Roun'

There's a man goin' roun' takin' names,
There's a man goin' roun' takin' names,
An' he took my mother' name,
An' he leave my heart in pain,
There's a man goin' roun' takin' names.

There's a man goin' roun' takin' names,
There's a man goin' roun' takin' names,
An' he took my father' name,
An' he leave my heart in pain,
There's a man goin' roun' takin' names.


There are verses about brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles. All the kinfolk get seen . . . by the Man Goin' Roun' Takin' Names.

Tinman

mother again

I am a poor wayfaring pilgrim (some sing stranger)
a'travellin' through this world of woe
but there's no sickness, toil or danger
in that bright world to which I go

I'm going there to see my mother
I know she's waiting there for me
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home.

good ole traditional song . . . sung by many

Sticking with the theme mother (mither here) . . .

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ral
(That's An Irish Lullaby)
words and music by James Royce Shannon (1881-1946)

Over in Killarney,
Many years ago,
Me mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good ould Irish way,
And I'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Hush, now don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
That's an Irish lullaby.

Oft, in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a humin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Hush, now don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
That's an Irish lullaby.

Written and composed by James Royce Shannon in 1913 for the musical play Shameen Dhu (Black-haired Jimmy), which was staged in New York in 1914. I don't know who originally sang it, but Bing Crosby recorded in in 1944.

Tinman

Still mothers

Beautiful storm blowin in
look at those trees, feel the wind
Look at that road, black as night
I've got no strength to move to feel to cry
no strength to stand and fight.

A thousand lovers could put their arms around me
A thousand wishes could fall like summer rain
A thousand mothers could sing hush now don't you cry
But there is nothing in this world tonight that's gonna take away my pain



A Thousand Lovers by Lynn Miles

That's What You Get for Loving Me

That's What You Get for Loving Me
(Gordon Lightfoot)

That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Well everything you had is gone, as you can see
That's what you get for loving me

I ain't the kind to hang around
With every new love that I've found
Moving is my stock in trade I'm moving on,
I won't think of you when I'm gone

So don't you shed a tear for me
I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I've had a hundred more like you, so don't be blue
I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm thru

Now, there you go, You're crying again
Now there you go, you're crying again
Well some day when your poor heart is on the mend
I just might pass this way again

That's what you get for loving me
That's what you get for loving me
Well everything you had is gone, as you can see
That's what you get for loving me.

And if I haver, hey, I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

("I'm Gonna Be" by The Proclaimers)

Welcome to our forum, Saranita! We are a friendly bunch of people who are only interested in having fun with, and learning about, words.

I would walk
Just a Dream
~ Jimmy Wayne

I had a dream last night
That you weren't in my life
It felt so real, that I

Woke up reachin' for you baby
What would I do, if ever I lost you?

Chorus:
I would walk this earth
I would sail the seas

[Are we just posting songs now, or are we still playing link the lyrics? I haven't posted here in awhile.]

We're still linking!

walk . . . walk

As I was walking down to the store
I just couldn't take any more
Trouble with my foot!
There was something in my shoe,
So I took it off and I shook it,
Well, lookit lookit lookit!
You know what fell out?
(What fell out?)
A little wee stone (clap, clap)
So I put my shoes back on my feet,
Kept on walkin down the street . . .

Walk Walk Walk by Raffi (Canadian children's musician)

walk....lookit

The Cowboy Mambo
~ David Byrne

I can't find my way around this table
And I can?t find my way around your face
And I can?t find my way around your body
And wasted days turn into wasted nights

Hey lookit me now!
Hey lookit me now!
Hey lookit me now now now now now now!
Lookit me now!


Hey, CW, did you see that our new Saranita is from Ohio?!

Yes! I did see that, Kalleh - and we've been talking on PM! You know how un-shy I am!

lookit . . . look at me now

So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
just the memory of your face
Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face

I wish I could just make you turn around,
turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you,
so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all

from Against All Odds by Phil Collins

quote:

I wish I could just make you turn around,
turn around and see me cry

If you wanna leave
I won't beg you to stay
And if you gotta go darling
Maybe it's better that way
I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
Just walk out that door
Yeah see if I care
Go on and go now but
Don't turn around
Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
Don't turn around
I don't want you seeing me cry
Just walk away
It's tearing me apart that you're leaving
I'm letting you go
But I won't let you know
I won't miss your arms around me
Holding me tight
If you ever think about me
Just know that I'll be alright
I'm gonna be strong
I'm gonna do fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
I know I'll survive
Sure I'll make it through
And I'll even learn to live without you
Don't turn around
Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
Don't turn around
I don't want you seeing me cry
Just walk away
It's tearing me apart that you're leaving
I'm letting you go
But I won't let you know

I wish I could scream out loud
That I love you
Wish I could say to you
Don't go don't go don't go but

Don't turn around
Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
Don't turn around
I don't want you seeing me cry
Just walk away
It's tearing me apart that you're leaving
I'm letting you go
But I won't let you know

Don't Turn Around - Bonnie Tyler

LEAVING

All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’
It’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’
He’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome
I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
Because I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go


Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver

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lonesome

Everybody's going out and having fun
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none
I can't get over how she set me free.
Oh, lonesome me.

There must be some way that I can lose these lonesome blues
Forget about my past and find someone new
I've thought of everything from A to Z
Oh, lonesome me.

I'll bet she's not like me.
She's out and fancy free,
Flirting with the boys with all her charms
But I still love her so,
And, brother, don't you know
I'd welcome her right back here in my arms

Oh, Lonesome me by Don Gibson

Hi, Saranita!

right back here in my arms ... back in my arms again

Some great dance music.

All day long I hear my telephone ring
Friends calling giving their advice
From the boy I love I should break away
’cause heartaches he’ll bring one day
I lost him once through friends advice
But it’s not gonna happen twice
’cause all advice ever’s gotten me
Was many long and sleepless nights

But now he’s back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied

- Back In My Arms Again, The Supremes (Brian Holland/Lamont Dozier/Edward Holland, Jr.)

(Hiya, Hic!)

telephone

Hey, baby, I'm your telephone man
You just show me where you want it and I'll put it where I can
I can put it in the bedroom, I can put it in the hall
I can put it in the bathroom, I can hang it on the wall
You can have it with a buzz, you can have it with a ring
And if you really want it, you can have a ding-a-ling
Because-a hey baby, I'm your telephone man

My heart began a-thumpin' and my mind began to fly
And I knew I wasn't dealin' with no ordinary guy
So while he was a-talking I was thinkin' up my plan
Then my fingers did the walkin' on the telephone man

Singin' hey lolly, lolly
Hey lolly, lolly
Hey lolly, lolly
Get it any way you can
Right? Ha ha ha, so...

I got it in the bedroom, and I got it in the hall
And I got it in the bathroom, and he hung it on the wall
I got it with a buzz, and I got it with a ring
And when he told me what my number was I got a ding-a-ling

Telephone Man by Meri Wilson

telephone...lolli
Not quite right...but close! I have always thought this song fun! I thought the lyrics were "lollipop oh lollipop oh lolli lolli pop," but I see that I am wrong.

My Girl Lollipop
~Roberts-Spencer

My girl Lollipop
You make my heart go giddy-up
You taste as sweet as candy
You're my sugar dandy.
OOOHHHH-OH
My girl Lollipop
Never, never leave me
Or you know it would grieve me
My heart told me so.
OOOOHHH

sweet as candy ... candy man

We're all adult here, right? Candy Man Blues (traditional)

Well all you ladies gather 'round
That good sweet candy man's in town
It's the candy man ... It's the candy man

He got a stick of candy just nine inch long
He sells it fast as hog chews his corn
It's the candy man ... It's the candy man

(break)
You and the candy man are gettin' mighty thick um hmmm
You must be stuck on the candy man's stick um hmmm

All heard what sister Johnson said
She always takes a candy stick to bed
It's the candy man ... It's the candy man

Don't stand close to the candy man
He'll ease a big candy stick in your hand
It's the candy man ... It's the candy man

He sold some candy to sister Bad
The very next day she took all he had
It's the candy man ... It's the candy man

If you try his candy, good friend of mine,
You sure will want it for a long long time
It's the candy man ... It's the candy man

His stick o' candy don't melt away
It just gets better, so the ladies say
It's the candy man ... It's the candy man

candy man. . . sweet

Black Boys/White Boys

Black boys are delicious
Chocolate flavored love
Licorice lips like candy
Keep my cocoa handy
I have such a sweet tooth
When it comes to love

Once I tried a diet
Of quiet, rest, no sweets
But I went nearly crazy
And I went clearly crazy
Because I really craved for
My chocolate flavored treats

Black boys are nutritious
Black boys fill me up
Black boys are so damn yummy
They satisfy my tummy
I have such a sweet tooth
When it comes to love
Black black black black
black black black black
Black boys


White boys are so pretty
Skin as smooth as milk
White boys are so pretty
Hair like Chinese silk

White boys give me goose bumps
White boys give me chills
When they touch my shoulder
That's the touch that kills

Well, my momma calls 'em lilies
I call 'em Piccadillies
My daddy warns me stay away
I say come on out and play

White boys are so groovy
White boys are so tough
Every time that they're near me
I just can't get enough

White boys are so pretty
White boys are so sweet
White boys drive me crazy
Drive me indiscreet

White boys are so sexy
Legs so long and lean
Love those sprayed-on trousers
Love the love machine

My brother calls 'em rubble
That's my kind of trouble
My daddy warns me "no no no"
But I say "White boys go go go"

White boys are so lovely
Beautiful as girls
I love to run my fingers
And toes through all their curls

Give me a tall
A lean
A sexy
A sweet
A pretty
A juicy
White boy

Black boys!
White boys!
Black boys!
White boys!

Mixed media!

Written for the musical play Hair by Gerome Ragni and James Rado, music by Galt MacDermot. The play was first staged by New York Shakespeare Festival Public Theater for six weeks beginning October 17, 1967, then moved briefly to a disco, Cheetah, finally opening on Broadway at the Biltmore Theater on April 29, 1968. It ran for 1,742 performances, closing in 1972.

Tinman

quote:

Originally posted by Kalleh:
I thought the lyrics were "lollipop oh lollipop oh lolli lolli pop," but I see that I am wrong.

I thought it was, too, kalleh. Maybe you were thinking of this song by the Chordettes.

Tinman

crazy
Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new
Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wond'ring what in the world did I do?
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you

Written by Willie Nelson; Sung by Patsy Cline

crazy . . . blue

Don't know when I've been so blue
Don't know what's come over you
You've found someone new
And don't it make my brown eyes blue

I'll be fine when you're gone
I'll just cry all night long
Say it isn't true
And don't it make my brown eyes blue

Tell me no secrets, tell me some lies
Give me no reasons, give me alibis
Tell me you love me and don't make me cry
Say anything but don't say goodbye

I didn't mean to treat you bad
Didn't know just what I had
But, honey, now I do
And don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

~ Crystal Gayle

quote:

Don't know when I've been so blue
... ... ...
Don't it make my brown eyes blue

~ Crystal Gayle

LOVE IS BLUE (L'Amour Est Bleu)
(written by Blackburn, P. Cour, & A. Popp, performed by Marty Robbins)
from the 1972 Columbia LP ALL TIME GREASTEST HITS

Blue, blue, my world is blue
Blue is my world since I'm without you
Grey, grey, my life is grey
Cold is my heart since you went away

Red, red, my eyes are red
Cryin for you alone in my bed
Green, green, my jealous heart
I doubted you and now we're apart

When we met how the bright sun shone
Then love died, now the rainbow is gone

Black, black, the nights I've known
Longing for you so lost and alone
Gone, gone, the love we knew
Blue is my world since I'm without you

in my bed
I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back
In my bed while I cry over you
And the tears in my ears, they're off the
beaten track
Since you said "It's goodbye, we are through"
So if I should get water on the brain
You will know you're the one who is to blame
I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back
In my bed while I cry over you.

I've got tears in my ears from lyin'on my back
In my bed while I cry over you
I've been cryin' these tears and soakin' in my
sack
Since the day I found you were untrue
And if I don't get up pretty soon
I'll turn into a sleepy lagoon
I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back
In my bed while I cry over you.

I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back
In my bed while I cry over you
It's been so many years, my sacroiliac
Feels as though it's been soaked through and
through
Oh, you lied when you said we'd take the plunge
Now I know how it feels to be a sponge
I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back
In my bed while I cry over you.

I've Got Tears in My Ears (Harold Barlow)

in my bed . . . back

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back

She asked her mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
Jump the fence, fence, fence

They jumped so high, high, high
They reached the sky, sky, sky
And they didn't come back, back, back
Til the Fourth of July, lie, lie, lie-lie-lie

mack

Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it, ah, out of sight
Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe
So there's never, never a trace of red

Now on the sidewalk, sunny morning,
Lies a body just oozin' life,
And someone's sneakin' 'round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

There's a tugboat, down by the river don'tcha know
Where a cement bag's just a'drooppin' on down
Oh, that cement is just, it's there for the weight, dear
Five'll get ya ten old Macky's back in town
Now d'ja hear 'bout Louie Miller?
He disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?

Now Jenny Diver, Sukey Tawdry
Miss Lotte Lenya, and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town

I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry
Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky's back in town
Look out, old Macky's back!

Mack the Knife, words & music by Kurt Weill, made famous by Bobby Darrin

Mack...knife

I'm gonna haunt you
I'm gonna haunt you
Through the playgrounds
Through the fires
You'll be saluting at the stars
And I'll be holding your hand

I'm gonna haunt you
I'm gonna haunt you
Out on the other side of luck
Where every business deal is struck
I'll be holding your hand

Yeah Yeah
I'll be holding your hand

I'm gonna haunt you
I'm gonna haunt you
In your ashes and your smoke
Like the punch line to a joke
I'll be holding your hand

I'm gonna haunt you
I'm gonna haunt you
On every knife edge
Every trip
And on every needle tip
I'll be holding your hand

Yeah yeah
I'll be holding your hand

Holding Your Hand - Thea Gilmore. Beautiful song .

And hello, saranita!

knife . . . smoke

We all came out to Montreaux
on the Lake Geneva shoreline
to make records with the mobile
we didn't have much time

but Frank Zappa and the Mothers
were at the best place around
but some stupid with a flare gun
burned the place to the ground

chorus;
smoke on the water
a fire in the sky
smoke on the water

they burned down the gambling house
it died with an awful sound
a funky claud was running in and out
pulling kids to the ground

when it all was over
we had to find another place
but swiss time was running out
it seemed that we would lose the race

I can't get a simple link to this other info I found for the song, but it's good so I'm posting it here . . .
Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water"
The lyrics actually tell the story of the recording of Machine Head . Deep Purple were originally all set to record the album at the Casino in Montreux, Switzerland. They were just awaiting a Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention concert to be held before the recording could begin. But the Casino burnt down during the concert, after some stupid had fired a flare gun into the Casino's ceiling. (Purple were in the audience. The actual Zappa concert has turned up on one of the Beat the Boots discs, I think.) They ended up at the Grand Hotel, closed for the winter season, where the recording eventually commenced during December 1971. They recorded the album with the Rolling Stones Mobile Studio, also mentioned in the lyrics. Who's "Funky Claude" ? Funky Claude in the lyrics is Claude Nobs, who helped them out. He's still involved in the Montreux Jazz Festival, and seems to be a very important man in the music business in the Swiss town. As stated in the lyrics, he helped saving some kids during the fire at the Casino. He was also the man who found the Grand Hotel for them. There's a picture on him on the gatefold sleeve on the original LP release of the album. "Break a leg , Frank!" Actually, these were troubled times for Frank Zappa, who first lost all of his gear in the fire in Montreux. A couple of days later, when he played in London, a fan tore him off stage, and Zappa broke his leg as he fell into the orchestra pit. This, again, led to Ian Gillan dropping the comment "Break a leg, Frank!" near the ending of Smoke on the Water at a March 1972 concert recorded for the BBC, available on the excellent EMI 2CD set Deep Purple in Concert. The song itself was created more or less spontaneously; Roger Glover had the picture of the smoke spreading over the Lake Geneva in his head, and the line Smoke on the Water eventually stuck. He suggested to Ian Gillan that they should use it as a song title, but Ian shrugged it off, saying people would believe it was a drug song. Then Ritchie suddenly came up with the later hierostratically famous (and notorious!) riff, and things fell into place.

smoke

"Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette"

Now, I'm a feller with a heart of gold
And the ways of a gentleman I've been told,
The kind of guy that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met,
The guy that invented the cigarette,
I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree

It ain't cuz I don't smoke myself
And I don't reckon that it'll harm your health
Smoked all my life and I ain't dead yet

But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin' party or a poker game
Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

Now, in a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right
The kings and the queens just kept on comin' round

And I got a full and I bet 'em high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down

Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him
I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim
He finally called and didn't even raise the bet

So I said, "Aces full, Pops, how 'bout you?"
He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two
But right now, I gotta have me a cigarette"

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hates to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

(Ah, smoke it! Hah! Yes! Yes! Yes!)

The other night I had a date
With the cutest little girl in the United States
A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame

She loved me and it seemed to me
That things were 'bout like they oughta be
So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane

She was oh so far from a cake of ice
And our smoochin' party was goin' nice
So help me, cats, I believe I'd be there yet

But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said, "Ah, Marty, excuse me, please,
I just gotta have me another, cigarette"

And she said, smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette

Written by Merle Travis and Tex Williams

(Looking at my posts, it's hard to believe I'm not a country music fan, huh?) *waving real friendly-like to cat*

LOL - I like all kinds of music . . .
*waves real friendly-like back and thinks "we really ought to meet for coffee soon*

smoke (still)

They, asked me how I knew,
My true love was true,
I of course replied, something here inside,
Can not be denied.

They, said some day you'll find,
All who love are blind,
When you heart's on fire, you must realize,
Smoke gets in your eyes.

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
Written by Jerome Kern (music) and Otto Harbach (lyrics) for the musical "Roberta" in 1933
Recording by The Platters was a # 1 hit in 1959
Remade in 1973 by Blue Haze, it hit # 27

smoke . . . knew

Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea

There's a tiny house (there's a tiny house)
By a tiny stream (by a tiny stream),
Where a lovely lass (where a lovely lass)
Had a lovely dream (had a lovely dream),
And her dream came true (and her dream came true)
Quite unexpectedly
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea.

She was out one day (she was out one day)
Where the tulips grow (where the tulips grow),
When a handsome lad (when a handsome lad)
Stopped to say hello (stopped to say hello),
And before she knew (and before she knew)
He kissed her tenderly,
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea.

The happy pair were married one Sunday afternoon,
They left the church and ran away to spend their honeymoon:

In a tiny house (in a tiny house)
By a tiny stream (by a tiny stream),
Where the lovely lass (where the lovely lass)
Had a lovely dream (had a lovely dream).
And the last I heard (and the last I heard),
They still lived happily
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea,
In Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellen Bogen By The Sea.

Written by Al Hoffman and Dick Manning, published in 1954. Recorded by The Four Lads in the USA and by Max Bygraves in the UK, both in 1954.

Tinman

knew . . . Sunday

George's stroke is tender,
George's touch is pure.
(stands nearby and watches him intently)
Your eyes, George.
I love your eyes, George.
I love your beard George.
I love your size, George.
But most, George,
Of all,
But most of all,
I love your painting...
(looking up at the sun)
I think I'm fainting...
(The dress opens, and Dot steps back into it, resumes pose, gives e twitch and a wince.)
The tip of a stay.
Right under the tit.
No don't give in. Just
Lift the arm e bit...

GEORGE
Don't lift the arm, please.

DOT
Sunday in the park with George...

GEORGE
The bustle high, please.

DOT
Not even a nod
As if I were trees.
The ground could open,
He would still say "please."
Never know with you, George,
Who could know with you?
The others I knew, George.
Before we get through,
I'll get to you, too.

God, I am so hot!

Well, there are worse things
Than staring at the water on a Sunday.
There are worse things
Than staring at the water
As you're posing for a picture
After sleeping on the ferry
After getting up at seven
To came over to an island
In the middle of a river
Half an hour from the city
On a Sunday.
On a Sunday in the park with-

GEORGE
Don't move the mouth.

DOT
-- George.

Sunday in the Park with George by Stephen Sondheim. The first embedded link is to info about the painting. The second is a link to information about the topiary garden based on the painting which is located right behind our Main Library in downtown Columbus, OH.

*loves coffee!*

middle...river

"River of Dreams"

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be lookin' for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross

Even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and stand on the shore
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find what I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soul
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody stole

I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To the river so deep
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind
In the middle of the night

I’m not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by fire, I wade into the river
That is runnin' to the promised land

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of the truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night

~ Billy Joel ~

river...I've been looking for

I've Been Looking for Freedom
~ David Hasselhoff

I've been looking for freedom
I've been looking so long
I've been looking for freedom
still the search goes on
I've been looking for freedom
since I left my home town

David Hasselhoff does music? I thought he'd been busy hangin' out with Sponge Bob Squarepants!

Saranita, to be honest, I just found this song on the Web. I know nothing about it.

I left my home town . . . In my home town

Tom Lehrer, My Home Town. I'll include the intro that Lehrer gave in the concert recorded as Tom Lehrer Revisited.

Next we have the dear-hearts-and-gentle-people's school of songwriting, in which the singer tells you that, no matter how much sin and vice and crime go on where he comes from, it's still the best place in the world because it's home, you know? Sort of gets you. This example is called My Home Town.

I really have a yen
To go back once again,
Back to the place where no one wears a frown,
To see once more those super-special just plain folks
In my home town.

No fellow could ignore
The little girl next door,
She sure looked sweet in her first evening gown.
Now there's a charge for what she used to give for free
In my home town.

The guy that taught us math,
Who never took a bath,
Acquired a certain measure of renown,
And after school he sold the most amazing pictures
In my home town.

quote:

Tom Lehrer,

In my home town.

I love Tom Lehrer's songs .

This is the sort of thing he was getting at:

HOME TOWN

I can see a bunch of smalltown hicks
Squatting round the local flora, whittling sticks
In my hometown, why did I ever roam town, I must be crazy

Though the city girls are not so slow
Take me to the corn-fed girls I used to know
I'm pinin' night and day for that old-time new mown hay

Home town, want to wander round your backstreets
See your tumbledown old shack streets
I'm going back to see those corny country cousins of mine

Home town, where they get up in the morning
And are all so busy yawning
I'll get a welcome from those corny country cousins of mine

I see an old schoolhouse door
We used to tumble through at four
There's a small candy store
Where I could go a dozen lollipops and shout for more

Home town, where the garden trees are shady
That's where Edie was a lady
I'm going back to see those corny country cousins of mine

I see an old schoolhouse door
We used to tumble through at four
There's a small candy store
Where I could go a dozen lollipops and shout for more

Home town, where the garden trees are shady
That's where Edie was a lady
I'm going back to see those corny country cousins of mine.

If you take off a point for my cavalierly converting a nine-letter adjective into a five-letter adjective plus a four-letter noun, but then you add points for how many times "small town" is repeated in this song, maybe I won't find myself in the smalltown doghouse.

Small Town
( John Cougar Mellencamp )

Well, I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Prob'ly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities

All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity

Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of Jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic that's me

I've seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an L.A. doll and brought her to this small town
Now she's small town just like me

No, I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be

Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Hey, look who's in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and that's good enough for me

Well, I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And that's prob'ly where they'll bury me....