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A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!
A personal blog with diverse topicality and multiple interests!
On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!
Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Je suis un francophile .... Bienvenue à tous!
* Your comments and evaluations are appreciated ! *
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
That's All Right - by Elvis
Well, that's all right, mama
That's all right for you
That's all right mama, just anyway you do
That's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do.
Well Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
'Son, that gal your foolin' with,
She ain't no good for you'
But, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do.
I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well, then you won't be bothered with
Me hanging 'round your door
But that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do.
Ah da-da, da, dee, dee-dee
dee, dee, dee-dee
dee, dee, dee-dee
I need your loving
That's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do.
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Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Monday, June 23, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Long Gone (from Bowlin' Green) - by Eartha Kitt
- by -
Eartha Kitt
L Y R I C S
/// ---- ///
Did you ever hear the story of Long John Dean?
A bold bank robber from Bowlin' Green
Was sent to the jailhouse yesterday
But late last night he made his getaway
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[Refrain with Chorus]
[He's long gone]
From Kentucky
[Long gone]
Ain't he lucky?
Long gone and what I mean
He's long gone John from Bowlin' Green.
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Long John stood on the railroad tie
A-waitin' for a freight train to come by
Freight train came just puffin' and flyin'
You oughta seen long John grabbin' that blind
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[Refrain with Chorus]
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Now they caught him in 'Frisco and to seal his fate
At San Quentin they jailed him one evening late
Out on the ocean John did escape
'Cause the guards forgot to close the Golden Gate
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[Refrain with Chorus]
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Now they offered a reward to bring him back
Even put bloodhounds on his track
Those doggone bloodhounds lost his scent
Now nobody knows where Long John went.
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[Refrain with Chorus]
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A gang of men tried to capture Dean
So they chased him with a submarine
Dean jumped overboard, grabbed the submarine
And made that gang catch a flyin' machine
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He was long gone
From San Quentin
[long gone]
He's still a sprinting
Long gone, I'm telling you
Go shut your mouth
And shut mine too
Ah-ha!
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[Long gone]
From Kentucky
[Long gone]
Oh man he's lucky
[Long gone]
Grab that blind
[Long gone]
Oh, that man is fine
[Long gone]
They tell me he's still a-sprinting
[Long gone]
This cat is gone!
[Long gone]
I hope he finds a pad [long gone]
because it's kind of tough [long gone]
stomping out in the open like that [long gone]
(fading out...) Oh yeaah ,,, [long gone]
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/// ---- ///
Did you ever hear the story of Long John Dean?
A bold bank robber from Bowlin' Green
Was sent to the jailhouse yesterday
But late last night he made his getaway
------------------------------
[Refrain with Chorus]
[He's long gone]
From Kentucky
[Long gone]
Ain't he lucky?
Long gone and what I mean
He's long gone John from Bowlin' Green.
--------------------------------------
Long John stood on the railroad tie
A-waitin' for a freight train to come by
Freight train came just puffin' and flyin'
You oughta seen long John grabbin' that blind
-----------------------------
[Refrain with Chorus]
-------------------------
Now they caught him in 'Frisco and to seal his fate
At San Quentin they jailed him one evening late
Out on the ocean John did escape
'Cause the guards forgot to close the Golden Gate
--------------------------------
[Refrain with Chorus]
--------------------------------
Now they offered a reward to bring him back
Even put bloodhounds on his track
Those doggone bloodhounds lost his scent
Now nobody knows where Long John went.
----------------------------
[Refrain with Chorus]
-----------------------------
A gang of men tried to capture Dean
So they chased him with a submarine
Dean jumped overboard, grabbed the submarine
And made that gang catch a flyin' machine
---------------------------------------------
He was long gone
From San Quentin
[long gone]
He's still a sprinting
Long gone, I'm telling you
Go shut your mouth
And shut mine too
Ah-ha!
----------------------------------
[Long gone]
From Kentucky
[Long gone]
Oh man he's lucky
[Long gone]
Grab that blind
[Long gone]
Oh, that man is fine
[Long gone]
They tell me he's still a-sprinting
[Long gone]
This cat is gone!
[Long gone]
I hope he finds a pad [long gone]
because it's kind of tough [long gone]
stomping out in the open like that [long gone]
(fading out...) Oh yeaah ,,, [long gone]
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Friday, May 23, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
"Why, why, why, Delilah?" - Walken & Sukowa
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
"The Boxer" - by Krauss & Colvin
by Krauss & Colvin
(i.e. Alison Krauss / Shawn Colvin)
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"The Boxer" *
=== // ===
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I've squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears
What he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out
The poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know
Lie la lie ...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie la lie ...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie ...
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* Music and Lyrics by Paul Simon
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