quote:

Originally posted by jerry thomas:
...world war three

So Long, Mom (A Song for World War III)
Tom Lehrer, 1965

So long, Mom,
I'm off to drop the bomb,
So don't wait up for me.
But while you swelter
Down there in your shelter,
You can see me
On your TV.

While we're attacking frontally,
Watch Brinkally and Huntally,
Describing contrapuntally
The cities we have lost.
No need for you to miss a minute
Of the agonizing holocaust. (Yeah!)

Little Johnny Jones he was a U.S. pilot,
And no shrinking vi'let was he.
He was mighty proud when World War Three was declared,
He wasn't scared,
No siree!

And this is what he said on
His way to Armageddon:

So long, Mom,
I'm off to drop the bomb,
So don't wait up for me.
But though I may roam,
I'll come back to my home,
Although it may be
A pile of debris.

Remember, Mommy,
I'm off to get a commie,
So send me a salami,
And try to smile somehow.
I'll look for you when the war is over,
An hour and a half from now!

I'm off to get a commie ... the only good commie

The Fish Cheer, or I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag

Gimme an F…
Gimme a I…
Gimme a S…
Gimme a H…

What’s that spell?
What’s that spell?
What’s that spell?
What’s that spell?
What’s that spell?

Yeah, c’mon on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
He’s got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun
We’re gonna have a whole lot of fun

And it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn
Next stop is Vietnam
And it’s 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates
Well, there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die

Well, c’mon generals, let’s move fast
Your big chance has come at last
Gotta go out and get those Reds
The only good Commie is one who’s dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we’ve blown ‘em all to kingdom come

Chorus

Well, c’mon on Wall Street
Don’t be slow
Why this is war a-go-go
There’s plenty good money to be made
By supplin’ the Army with the tools of the trade
Just hope and pray that if we drop the bomb
They drop it on-the Vietcong

Chorus

Well c’mon mothers throughout this land
Pack your boys off to Vietnam
C’mon pops, don’t hesitate
Send ‘em off before it’s too late
Be the first one on your block to have your boy come home in a box

And it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn.

Country Joe and the Fish

The only good Commie...the only good

You're the Only Good Thing (That's Happened to Me)
by Jim Reeves

Are you thinking that I wasn't meant for you
Could it be you believe that I've been untrue
Listen sweetheart, this just can not be
For you're the only good thing that's happened to me.

We have our ups and downs like all lovers do
But you know in your heart that I worship you
So don't ever think of setting me free
For you're the only good thing that's happened to me.

--- Instrumental ---

We have our ups and downs like all lovers do
But you know in your heart that I worship you
So don't ever think of setting me free
For you're the only good thing that's happened to me.

--- Instrumental to fade ---

like all lovers do . . . the way that lovers do

I see that worried look upon your face / You've got your troubles, I've got mine.
She's found somebody else to take your place / You've got your troubles, I've got mine.

I too have lost my love today
All of my dreams have flown away

Now just like you I sit and wonder why / You've got your troubles, I've got mine.
You need some sympathy well so do I / You've got your troubles, I've got mine.

She used to love me that I know
And it don't seem so long ago
That we were walking / And we were talking
The way that lovers do.

And so forgive me if I seem unkind / You've got your troubles, I've got mine.
I'd help another place, another time / You've got your troubles, I've got mine.

- You've Got Your Troubles, I've Got Mine, sung by Chad and Jeremy, and by others later, but apparently written by Greenaway/Cook

the way that lovers do . . . wonder

The Scotsman

AKA

Under the Scotsman's Kilt

written by Mike Cross, sung by Jim Stafford

Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o
Oh, he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt...

Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt...

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth...

Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth...

They marveled for a moment then one said we must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scots kilt did lift and show...

Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o
Around the bonnie star the Scots kilt did lift and show...

Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards the trees
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
Oh, lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize...

Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o
Oh, lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize...

Tinman

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Boy, Shu, I sure don't get your rules.

Tinman, I love that song! It is especially fun to hear sung with the Scottish brogue.

wonder...was nothing more than


"Azwethinkweiz"
~ Incubus
[I've not heard of this song, but how could I pass up on a song entitled "Azwethinkweiz."

Floatin' round my brain,
tryin' to think about the other thing.
Than that thought you know I'm considering.
What if what I thought,
about who I think I thought I was,
was nothing more than my cerebellum slobbering?
Azwethinkweizm is hard to think about,
but simple to trust.
You'll know your on it
when your brain won't stop to take a break, no!
So when donut boy comes askin' around,
tryin' to figure out somethin' new,
you just smile and say,
"Pardon you! I'm sitting through
some particles and farcing through some folds.
I've stumbled upon a brain fart
which melts away your molds!"
So I think upon that ponder
while I'm pondering the thought,
just thinkin' about the thinkweiz
is leaving me distraught!
Well I think I thought
I saw an Azwethinkweiz,
Lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
Some think I'm insane,
'cause I think about the other thing,
than that one thought you call reality.
What if what you thought,
about who you think you thought you were,
was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling!
Azwethinkweism should be a topic we all can trust.
It's just too bad it makes your
head go zippitykrack @#$% dang!
So when donut boy comes sniffing around
trying to figure out something new,
you just laugh and say, "Pardon you,
I'm through some particles and
farcing through some folds.
I've stumbled upon a brain fart
which melts away your molds."
So I think upon that ponder
while I'm pondering the thought,
just thinking about the thinkweiz
is leaving me distraught.
Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz,
lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
So what if you thought about the thinkweiz
was nothing like you think you are?
You'd probably more than likely be a
lookyloo lookin' like you think you do.
Like you think you do.

quote:

Originally posted by Kalleh:
"Azwethinkweiz"
~ Incubus
[I've not heard of this song, but how could I pass up on a song entitled "Azwethinkweiz."

Are you sure you want to hear it? Here it is. It takes about a minute to get to the song. Then the background noise is so loud you can barely hear the lyrics, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Not my cup of tea.

Tinman

Tinman, as I said, I didn't even know the song. I agree that it stinks. I just thought the name was funny.

I did like your song, though!

Question...are we supposed to post songs here that we like?

quote:

Originally posted by Kalleh:
Tinman, I love that song! It is especially fun to hear sung with the Scottish brogue.

Yes, it's a great song. But I keep thinking how different the reaction would be if the roles were reversed, if two young men were peeking up a Scotswoman's skirt.

quote:

I keep thinking how different the reaction would be if the roles were reversed, if two young men were peeking up a Scotswoman's skirt.

That is a very good question! What do Scotswomen wear beneath their skirts? Do they "go regimental" like the men? Would the men be looking simply from curiousity, or would they wish to . . . umm . . . pursue the matter further? Would they be interested in tying a ribbon or leaving some different kind of "mark of passing"?

Anyway - back to the game . . ..

was nothing more than . . . you think you are

(Oh yeah, ooh)
Chorus
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah)
And have a big fine car, oh yes you do now
Do you think I can afford to give you my love (oh yeah)
You think you're higher than every star above

Chorus

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit
You made 'em cry, many poor girls cry
When they try to keep you happy, they just try to keep you satisfied

Chorus

I'd rather give my love to a poor guy that has a love that's true (oh yeah)
Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you
Cause when I give my love, I want love in return (oh yeah)
Now I know this is a lesson Mr. Big Stuff you haven't learned

Chorus, Chorus, Chorus


Mr. Big Stuff - Jean Knight, 1971

quote:

Originally posted by Caterwauller:
That is a very good question! What do Scotswomen wear beneath their skirts? Do they "go regimental" like the men? Would the men be looking simply from curiousity, or would they wish to . . . umm . . . pursue the matter further? Would they be interested in tying a ribbon or leaving some different kind of "mark of passing"?

Well, that's not exactly what I was thinking, though you alluded to it in your "pursue the matter further" and "mark of passing" remarks. I was thinking the men would be accused of sexual harassment, lewdness, voyeurism, perhaps assault, and who knows what else. But the women were just "curious."

all those fancy clothes ... painted up in fancy clothes

She was a wild and lovely rose
Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows
But though my heart was true, it would never do
Party life was what she chose

Last night I saw my lovely rose
All painted up in fancy clothes
Her eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their mark
She's just a painted, tainted rose

Al Martino, Painted, Tainted Rose

Well, the south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named leroy brown

Now leroy more than trouble
You see he stand bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover
All the mens just call him sir

And its bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Now leroy he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
And he like to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybodys nose
He got a custom continental
He got an eldorado too
He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe

And its bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Well friday bout a week ago
Leroy shootin dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl named doris
And ooh that girl looked nice
Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
And leroy brown learned a lesson
bout messin with the wife of a jealous man

And its bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damned town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog,

Well the two men took to fightin
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone

And its bad, bad leroy brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old king kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Well the two men took to fightin ... One hell of a fight

Benny was the bouncer at the Palais de Dance
He'd slash your granny's face up given half a chance.
He'd sell you back the pieces, all for less than half a quid
He thought he was the meanest-
Until he met with Savage Sid.

Now Sidney was a greaser with some nasty roots
He poured a pint of Guinness over Benny's boots
Benny looked at Sidney:
Sidney stared right back in his eye.
Sidney chose a switchblade
and Benny got a cold meat pie.
Oh! what a terrible sight,
Much to the people's delight.
One hell of a fight.

Sidney grabbed a hatchet, buried it ... in Benny's head.
The people gasped as he bled:
The end of a Ted?

Well, they dragged him from the wreckage of the Palais in
bits.
They tried to stick together all the bits that would fit.
But some of him was missing
and part of him arrived too late,
So now he works for Jesus
As the bouncer at St. Peter's Gate.

Emerson, Lake & Palmer

quote:

I was thinking the men would be accused of sexual harassment, lewdness, voyeurism, perhaps assault, and who knows what else. But the women were just "curious."

I think you're entirely right, actually. The men would be accused of horrible things while the women in our song are merely curious. Pity life is like that. We've not yet reached true equality.

This is long, but hilarious.

A Dying Business by the Chad Mitchell Trio
(words in italics are spoken, not sung)

One hell of a fight ... a hell of a funeral

Funeral Directors of America, I am very deeply honored standing here;
Receiving this token of your esteem, "The Funeral Director of the Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates—and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste and dignity, that much I can say for it;
And I'm sure it will take the family ... twenty YEARS to ay for it!

It was a hell of a funeral; it was a hell of a funeral
The finest funeral ever booked:
I had some high school juniors who passed around petunias
And lilies everywhere you looked.
It was a hell of a funeral; I say one hell of a funeral
Oh, how I wish that you were there;
I had ten drum majorettes doubling on the castanets
It really was a lively affair

It was a hell of a funeral; it was a hell of a funeral
The National Guard showed up for me;
And during the oration, they went into formation
And formed the letters R. I. P.
It was a hell of a funeral; I say one hell of a funeral
I gave it all my loving care;
The band was on its toes playing "Mexicali Rose",
It really was a lively affair.

(A tisket, a tasket, Tell us about the casket.)

Well, I'll tell you about the casket, my good friends
It would’ve made your poor eyes pop
It was sterling silver all around and a real Formica top.
(Formica top, it had a Formica top).

Well, I'll tell you about the widow, my good friends,
The widow was in navy blue
With a gown designed by Balenciaga, I supplied that too.
(He sold the widow widow's weeds too).

I held the first funereal raffle, though I don't much like to boast
And I gave away a Chevrolet to the person who cried the most.
(He gave away a brand new Chevrolet).
I won it myself!

There were eighteen jugglers by the grave to demonstrate their art
And when they were done, I fired a gun to let the hootenanny start.
(He fired a gun and the hoot-e-nanny begun).

I was serving beer and pretzels, ‘til the hot pastrami came;
And I sold some souvenir hankies with the dear departed’s name.
(He was sellin’ hankies with the dear departed's name).

As a fitting finale we had the Rockettes from New York's Music Hall;
As you can see, my very good friends
All in all,
all in all,
all in all:

It was a hell of a funeral; I say one hell of a funeral
No other burial could compare;
It was all done up deluxe and I made forty thousand bucks,
It really was a lively affair.
It really was a swingin' affair.


A Dying Business – Chad Mitchell Trio

a hell of a funeral ... A tisket, a tasket

A-tisket a-tasket

written by Al Feldman and Ella Fitzgerald in 1938

sung by Ella Fitzgerald


A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket
I sent a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it

I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes, On the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And put it in her pocket

She was truckin' on down the avenue,
Without a single thing to do
She was peck-peck-peckin all around
When she spied it on the ground
She took it she took it
my little yellow basket
And if she doesn't bring it back
I think that I shall die

(Was it brown?) no,no,no,no,
(Was it red?) no,no,no,no,
(Was it blue?) no,no,no,no,
Just a little yellow basket

quote:

Without a single thing to do

There are several "Whistling in the Dark"-- this is old(1931) by Dana Suesse, lyrics by Alan Boretz, performed by Rudy Vallee

Whistling in the dark
I see the lights all over town
And I keep walking up and down
While I am whistling in the dark
Whistling like a lark
My song goes floating on the air
I envy every loving pair
While I am whistling in the dark
Who cares what I am saying in my song
Who knows that I am praying
Someone will come along
Strolling in the park
Without a single thing to do
The night is black and I am blue
That’s why I’m whistling in the dark

Thanks, Tinman, for resurrecting this great game, started by our dear Morgan. I even had to go to page 1 and review the rules!

a tisket, a tasket...whistling

A Whistling Tune
~Edwards-David (words and music)
~Elvis Presley (artist)

Did you ever notice when the sun goes down
Out of nowhere comes a strange and pretty sound
It's a whistling tune for walking in the night
If you listen you can hear it in the breeze
Specially when the breeze is drifting through the trees

whistling ... breeze


"Louise"
A Maurice Chevalier Signature Song
Words by Leo Robin
Music by Richard A. Whiting

Wonderful! Oh, it's wonderful
To be in love with you.
Beautiful! You're so beautiful,
You haunt me all day through.

Every little breeze seems to whisper "Louise."
Birds in the trees seem to twitter "Louise."
Each little rose
Tells me it knows I love you, love you.

Every little beat that I feel in my heart,
Seems to repeat, What I felt from the start,
Each little sigh
Tells me that I adore you, Louise.

Just to see and hear you
Brings joy I never knew.
But to be so near you,
Thrills me through and through.

Anyone can see why I wanted your kiss,
It had to be But the wonder is this:
Can it be true,
Someone like you Could love me, Louise?

Innocent! You're so innocent
And gentle as a dove.
Heaven sent! You were heaven sent,
An angel from above.

Every little breeze seems to whisper "Louise."
Birds in the trees seem to twitter "Louise."
Each little rose
Tells me it knows I love you, love you.

Every little beat that I feel in my heart,
Seems to repeat, What I felt from the start,
Each little sigh
Tells me that I adore you, Louise.

Often when I'm gloomy
And in my lonely room.
Thoughts of you come to me,
Like a sweet perfume.

Anyone can see why I wanted your kiss,
It had to be But the wonder is this:
Can it be true,
Someone like you Could love me, Louise?

Note: "Louise" was first sung by Chevalier in the 1929 movie "Innocents of Paris"

They heard the breeze ... in the trees ... singing weird melodies .... and they made that the start of the blues

the blues ... wail

Jump, Jive an' Wail
(Originally, "Jump Jive N Then You Wail")

written in 1939 by Louis Prima
performed by Louis Prima, 1939
Louis Prima and Keely Smith, 1958
Brian Setzer Orchestra, 1998
also by Mark Chesnutt and Louis Prima, Jr.


Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail
Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail
You better come inside
Let me teach you how to jive an' wail

CHORUS:
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away!

Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale
Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale
Mama's in the backyard
Learning how to jive an' wail

(chorus)

A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male
A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male
One good thing about him
He knows how to jive an' wail

(chorus)

Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail
Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail
Jill stayed up,
She wants to learn how to jive an' wail

Credits:
Prima, Louis [Songwriter]
LGL MUSIC INC. [Publisher]

wail...scared

The Banshees Wail

Banshees Wail
I know just what she means, when she shows herself to me
I know just what she means, my death is coming
And I'm so scared of, I'm so scared of
And I'm so scared of

The Banshees Wail
The Banshees Wail
The Banshees Wail
The Banshees Wail

I have to admit I don't know this song. I just found it online.

quote:

Originally posted by Kalleh:
wail...scared

The Banshees Wail

Banshees Wail
I know just what she means, when she shows herself to me
I know just what she means, my death is coming
And I'm so scared of, I'm so scared of
And I'm so scared of

The Banshees Wail
The Banshees Wail
The Banshees Wail
The Banshees Wail

I have to admit I don't know this song. I just found it online.

The blank pages of my diary,
That I haven't touched since you left me,
The closed blinds in my home
See no light of day.
Dust gathers on my stereo
Cos I can't bare to hear the radio
The piano sits in a shaded space
With a picture of your face.

I'm scared to face another day
Cos the fear in me just won't go away.
In an instant, you were gone and I'm scared.

Coffee stains on your favorite book
Remind me of you so I can't take a look.
The magazines you left on the floor,
You won't need them anymore.

A towel left hangin on the wall,
No sign of wet foosteps in the hall
There's no smell of your sweet cologne.
I'm lying here alone.

I'm scared to face another day
Cos the fear in me just won't go away.
In an instant, you were gone and now I'm scared.

I'm scared to face another day
Cos the fear in me just won't go away.
In an instant, you were gone, now I'm scared.
In an instant you were gone and I'm scared.

Duffy - I'm Scared

The piano

The Piano Has Been Drinking
by Tom Waits

The piano has been drinking
my necktie is asleep
and the combo went back to New York
the jukebox has to take a leak
and the carpet needs a haircut
and the spotlight looks like a prison break
cause the telephone's out of cigarettes
and the balcony's on the make
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking...

and the menus are all freezing
and the lightman's blind in one eye
and he can't see out of the other
and the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid
and he showed up with his mother
and the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking

cause the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler
cream puff casper milk toast
and the owner is a mental midget
with the I.Q. of a fencepost
cause the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking...

and you can't find your waitress
with a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends
and you just can't get served
without her
and the box-office is drooling
and the bar stools are on fire
and the newspapers were fooling
and the ash-trays have retired
the piano has been drinking
the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
not me, not me, not me, not me, not me

Cream Puff War
Lyrics: Jerry Garcia
Music: Jerry Garcia


No, no, she can't take your mind and leave
I know it's just another trick she's got up her sleeve
I can't believe that she really wants you to die
After all, it's more than enough to pay for your lie

Chorus (note 1)
Wait a minute, watch what you're doing with your time
All the endless ruins of the past must stay behind, yeah

Well, can't you see that you're killing each other's soul
You're both out in the streets and you got no place to go
Your constant battles are getting to be a bore
So go somewhere else and continue your cream puff war

[chorus]

I waited too long to post this and Bethree got in between. Oh well. Mine links to z's. Welcome back, Di!

scared...drinking (From z's post above.)

Drinking Again
-Sung by Bette Midler

Drinkin' again.
Thinking of when you loved me.
Having a few.
Wishing that you were here.

Making the rounds.
Buying a round for total strangers.
Just being a fool,
'cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping you'll appear.

Sure I can borrow a smoke.
I can sit here all night and tell these jokers some jokes,
but who wants to laugh, who's gonna laugh
at a broken heart?
Oh, my heart is aching, I swear it's breaking.

And I'm drinking again.
Thinking of when you loved me.
And I'm tryin' to get home
with nothing, nothing but a memory.

Yes, I'm dying to get home,
dying to get home.
And I got nothin' but a bottle of beer,
and just my memory.

Merle Haggard -- Mixing Misery & Gin

Memories and drinks don't mix too well.
Jukebox records don't play those wedding bells.
Lookin' at the world through the bottom of a glass,
All I see is a man who's fading fast.
Tonight I need that woman again.
What I'd give for my baby to just walk in.
Sit down beside me and say: "It's alright.
"Take me home and make sweet love to me tonight."

But here I am again, mixin' misery and gin.
Sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself.
I look like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can tell,
That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell.

I light a lonely woman's cigarette,
We both start talkin' 'bout what we want to forget.
Her life story and mine are the same.
We both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame.

But here I am again, mixin' misery and gin.
Sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself.
I look like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can tell,
That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell.

Mixing Misery & Gin...Honky Tonk

Honky Tonk Man
- Dwight Yoakam

I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop
I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
But when my money's all gone I'm on the telephone
Hollerin’ Hey Hey Mama can your daddy come home

I'm living fast and a dangerously but I've got plenty of company
When the moon comes up and the sun goes down
That's when I want to see the lights uptown

Cause I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop
I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
But when my money's all gone I'm on the telephone
Hollerin’ Hey Hey Mama can your daddy come home

(GUITAR)

Cause I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop
I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
But when my money's all gone I'm on the telephone
Hollerin’ Hey Hey Mama can your daddy come home

It takes a purty little gal and a jug of wine
That's what it takes to make a honky tonk mind
With the jukebox a moanin' a honky tonk sound
That's when I wanna lay my money down

Cause I'm a honky tonk man...

Honky Tonk ... Moanin'

Moanin' the Blues
written and sung by Hank Williams, Sr., 1950

When my baby moved out and the blues moved in
There wasn't nothin' I could do
But mosey around with my head in my hands
Lord what am I comin' to
I just keep moanin'
Moa-oanin' the blues. ...

I wrote a nice, long letter
Sayin' mama please come home
Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some
And all I do is moan ...
I been lovin' that gal for so doggone long
I can't afford to lose her now
I thought I was right but I must of been wrong
'Cause my head is startin' to bow
And now I'm moanin'
Moa-oanin' The Blues.

If you want a good gal to stay around
You gotta treat her nice and kind
If you do her wrong she'll leave this town
And you'll almost lose your mind
Then you'll be moanin'
Moa-oanin' The Blues.

Aw! baby, baby, baby
Honey baby, please come home
Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some and all I do is moan
I promise you baby that I'll be good
And I'll never be bad no more
I'm sittin' here waitin' for you right now
To walk through that front door
Then I'll stop moanin'
Moa-oanin' The Blues.

moanin'...midnight

Moanin' at Midnight
- Janis Joplin

"Moanin' At Midnight"

Moanin' at midnight
Moanin' at midnight, yeah
Moanin' at midnight, baby
Moanin' at midnight, baby
Moanin' at midnight, baby, yeah

Moanin' at midnight
Moanin' at midnight, baby
Moanin' at midnight
Moanin' at midnight, baby, whew-ew

Well, well, well, well, well, well
Somebody's knockin' on my door
Somebody's knockin'
Somebody's knockin'
Somebody's knockin' on my door
I don't want you to go and tell me to come on, hey come on right out

Well, well, well, well, well, well
Somebody told me I'm gonna fall
Somebody told me, somebody told me I'm gonna fall

Hey won't someone tell me now what's goin' on
Well, well, well, well
Somebody please
Well
Somebody please
Somebody please
Somebody please

Somebody please
Somebody please
Somebody please
Somebody please
Somebody, somebody please
Somebody, somebody please
Tell me please
Somebody please
Somebody please
Somebody please
Somebody please

Moanin' at midnight, baby
Moanin' at midnight, baby
Moanin' at midnight, baby
Moanin' at midnight, baby
Moanin' at midnight, baby
Moanin', I said moanin'
At midnight
I said moanin' at midnight
Moanin'
Midnight
Moanin'
Midnight
Moanin'
Midnight

midnight ... midnight

Midnight At The Oasis

sung by Maria Muldaur; written by David Nichtern
number 6 in the US and number 21 in the UK in 1974


Midnight at the oasis
Send your camel to bed
Shadows paintin' our faces
Traces of romance in our heads

Heaven's holdin' a half-moon
Shinin' just for us
Let's slip off to a sand dune, real soon
And kick up a little dust

Come on, Cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come on, 'til the evenin' ends
'Til the evenin' ends

You don't have to answer
There's no need to speak
I'll be your belly dancer, prancer
And you can be my sheik

[Instrumental Interlude]

I know your Daddy's a sultan
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him, they all send him
Jump at his beck and call

But you won't need no harem, honey
When I'm by your side
And you won't need no camel, no no
When I take you for a ride

Come on, Cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come on, 'til the evenin' ends
'Til the evenin' ends

Midnight at the oasis
Send your camel to bed
Got shadows paintin' our faces
And traces of romance in our heads

Oh, come on...

quote:

number 21 in the UK in 1974

I'm slightly surprised it only reached 21 over here. It certainly got plenty of airtime then.

Reviving a thread

Some of you may have remembered this game...Link the Lyrics. You take a word or phrase from the previous song and find another song (you only need to post a stanza or two) with the word or words. Then bold that word(s) and another that you'd like the next person to link to. Then the next person will link to your word, and find another for someone to link to. And so on...


This may not be quite fair because the word is in the movie and not the song, but from the 1969 movie:
Midnight Cowboy: Everybody's Talkin' by Harry Nilsson

Midnight...Summer Breeze

Everybody's talking at me.
I don't hear a word they're saying,
Only the echoes of my mind.
People stopping staring,
I can't see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone

I am tearing my hair out trying to understand the rules of this game. I have been up and down the last page of the thread about half-a-dozen times trying to work out a pattern to the entries. Every time I think I've found one, the next entry seems to break it. I get the feeling that everyone's playing to a different set of rules.

EDIT: I have now gone back to the previous page, where there was a long discussion about the rules. It appears that no one else understands them either!

Here are the rules as originally specified at the start of the thread:

quote:

We all love music, and have the lyrics running through our head. I will start with a few lines from a song. The idea is to pull one or two words, or a phrase from that song clip and post another short clip of another song that uses those same words.

In posting lyrics, please ~

~ confine the lyrics to four lines or less
~ boldface the Linking word or phrase
~ identify the title of the song, and
~ identify the composer or first performer of the song

That all makes sense to me, and some of the entries work that way, but by no means all. Sometimes there's a vague connection between a phrase in one song and another phrase in the next. Sometimes there appears to be no connection at all:

quote:

They heard the breeze ... in the trees ... singing weird melodies .... and they made that the start of the blues

is followed by

quote:

Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail
Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail
You better come inside
Let me teach you how to jive an' wail

with the annotation "blues...wail". "Wail" doesn't appear in the first lyric, and "blues" doesn't appear in the second. What's going on?

Clarification would be greatly appreciated since I'm getting exhausted just thinking about it!

This message has been edited. Last edited by: Guy Barry,

I know what you mean, Guy. As you found from the previous page, some people seem to make up their own rules. Kalleh's idea of linking a song and a movie seems completely novel, though. If you do find out the rules, can you let me know, please?

So here's an idea, then. Why don't we just stick to the original rules as I quoted them above? I think Kalleh wanted the next player to use "summer breeze" (though that isn't in the rules, but I'll respect it). There's an obvious candidate:

Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Title: Summer Breeze
Writers and original performers: Jim Seals and Dash Crofts

The next player has to take one or two words from this clip and post another short clip of another song that uses those same words. OK?

I take back what I said. Having studied the thread in detail I now see that most people have been playing the game roughly according to the rules above (although they've usually posted entire lyrics rather than clips). The thing that was confusing me was the convention of writing two link phrases at the top of each entry. This seems to be interpreted in at least three different ways:

(1) Give the line of the previous song containing the link word or phrase, then the line of the new song containing the link word or phrase.
(2) Give the previous link word or phrase, then the new link word or phrase.
(3) Give the new link word or phrase, then the word or phrase you'd like the next player to link to.

It strikes me that the best thing to do is to drop this convention completely. There's only one link between consecutive lyrics, and if you embolden it in the text then it's obvious what it is. The stuff at the top is more of a distraction than anything.

Morgan, one of our charter members, who unfortunately died at age 44, started this game. Morgan loved language and music (a little like CW), and I just went back and read her rules. The game is easier than I had thought. Someone posts lyrics, and you link to it by posting another song with one or more words from that song. For instance, in my lyrics above, you could choose any word (not "summer breeze") from those lyrics and "link" to it with another song. And so on.

Sorry about that...tonight hasn't been my night on WC.

quote:

Originally posted by Kalleh:
The game is easier than I had thought. Someone posts lyrics, and you link to it by posting another song with one or more words from that song. For instance, in my lyrics above, you could choose any word (not "summer breeze") from those lyrics and "link" to it with another song.

Yes, got that now. Since you'd suggested "summer breeze" anyway I thought I might as well use it, since it seemed as good a phrase to use as any.

Anyway, this whole discussion is rather academic, since no one else has so far linked to my entry. Was my clip too short? There are several words in it that suggest other songs to me.

I certainly preferred posting larger chunks, or the whole song, rather than just one or two lines.

quote:

Originally posted by arnie:
I certainly preferred posting larger chunks, or the whole song, rather than just one or two lines.

OK, here you are then:

Title: Summer Breeze
Writers and original performers: Jim Seals and Dash Crofts

See the curtains hangin' in the window
in the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window
lets me know everything is alright

Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
blowing through the jasmine in my mind

See the paper layin' on the sidewalk
a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep
through the screen and across the floor

Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Sweet days of summer
the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up
and playing her tune

And I come home
from a hard day's work
and you're waiting there
not a care in the world

See the smile a-waitin' in the kitchen
food cookin' and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
in the evening when the day is through

A Hard Day's Night Lyrics
Artist(Band):The Beatles

It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright

You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it just to hear you say you're gonna give me everything
So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone
You know I feel okay
When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight,tight,yeah
It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright

Owwww


But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight,all through the night,yeah

It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
You know I feel alright
You know I feel alright...

I don't actually play this game but I just had to link to this.

It's a personal favourite.

Thanks for reminding me of that, Bob. Excellent.

Funny, Bob!

I now remember why the 2 bolded words. One is for the old one ("hard day's" in this one) and the other is for the word or phrase that you are linking to.

hard day's...feel

Shania Twain: "Man, I Feel Like a Woman!"

"Man! I Feel Like A Woman!"

Let's go girls! Come on.

I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout
No inhibitions-make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain't gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

The girls need a break-tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance-we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun (fun, fun)

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy-forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts-short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild-yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action-feel the attraction
Color my hair-do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free-yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!

I get totally crazy
Can you feel it
Come, come, come on baby
I feel like a woman

quote:

Originally posted by Kalleh:
Funny, Bob!

I now remember why the 2 bolded words. One is for the old one ("hard day's" in this one) and the other is for the word or phrase that you are linking to.

I don't get this, Kalleh. It's not in the rules, it's not observed by all players, and many players interpret the two bolded phrases differently from the way you're doing. Looking back through your previous entries I see that you haven't even been consistent with yourself. Why bring unnecessary complication into a simple game?

The word being linked to is "feel". That's all that anyone needs to know, surely. The phrase that the previous player linked to is no longer relevant.

Or am I missing something?

One thing that has mildly annoyed me about this thread is that it is not down below in Word Play where I can ignore it. (It's currently in Written Word, yet most people encounter the lyrics to a song in aural form only.

Good point. I think I'll bow out of the thread now before it causes any further irritation.

quote:

Why bring unnecessary complication into a simple game?

Sure. Good point.

We can let this thread die then. Not a problem. However, to answer your question, z, maybe this should be in Wordplay. Here's why it's not in Wordplay: Morgan, who was with us from the very beginning of the board in July of 2002, started this discussion in this forum in 2003. She loved music and I suppose didn't really see this as a "game." She then had a very untimely death, and we dedicated the board to her (on the Community Home Page...where her picture is today). I still miss Morgan very much and don't have the heart to restart this thread down in Wordplay. I love seeing her name and thinking of her when I post here.

That may be a killer for this particular "game," but then so be it. We can let it sink into oblivion.

[I think we're getting a little too wrapped up in the "rules." There's not even any winning with this lyrics linking, and frankly I, like Morgan, don't see it as a "game." It's linking words from lyrics, and, after all, a love of words is at the heart of this board.]