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Posted on 31 Jul 2014 00:27:09 BDT
Last edited by the author on 31 Jul 2014 00:30:46 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
Oh the goldfish,
he's a fine fish,
and he swims round and round.

And round and round and,
round and round and,
round and round,
and round and round.

And round and round,
and round and round,
and round and round,
and round and round,
and round and round,
and round and round,
and round and round,
and round an...........

(Billy Connolly)

In reply to an earlier post on 31 Jul 2014 08:20:59 BDT
Fish heads fish heads
Roly poly fish heads
fish heads fish heads
eat them up, yum!
In the morning laughing happy fish heads
In the evening floating in the soup
(barnes & barnes)

In reply to an earlier post on 1 Aug 2014 19:53:49 BDT
She cook gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
It's the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo (Little Feat)

In reply to an earlier post on 1 Aug 2014 21:23:31 BDT
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie the file' gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma chere amie-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
(hank)

In reply to an earlier post on 1 Aug 2014 23:35:37 BDT
Last edited by the author on 1 Aug 2014 23:36:38 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
Catfish pie in gris gris bag
I'm the lover of the bayou
Mark your doorstep with a half wet rag
I'm the lover of the bayou
Raised and swam with the crocodile
Snake-eye taught me the Mojo style
Sucking weed on chicken bile
I'm the lover of the bayou

I learned the key to the master lock
I learned to float in the water clock
I learned to capture the lightning shock
I'm the lover of the bayou
And I got cat's an' teeth and hair for sale
I'm the lover of the bayou
Look out, look out, Baron Zombies on your tail
I'm the lover of the bayou

I cooked the bat in the gumbo pan
I drank the blood, drank the blood from a rusty can
Turned me into the Honga man
I'm the lover of the bayou

(The Byrds)

Posted on 2 Aug 2014 00:35:33 BDT
RedAlFire says:
I don't want, no cornbread, peas, black molasses
I don't want, no cornbread, peas, black molasses
At suppertime, Lord, Lord, Lord, at suppertime

I got a letter, a letter from my mother this morning
I got a letter, a letter from my mother this morning
She said, "Come home", Lord, Lord, Lord, "Son, come home"

I ain't got no, got no ready-made money
I ain't got no, got no ready-made money
I can't go home

If I could make June, July and August
If I could make June, July and August
Then I'd go home, Lord, Lord, Lord, then I'd go home

'Cause I don't want no cornbread, peas, black molasses
'Cause I don't want no cornbread, peas, black molasses
At suppertime, Lord, Lord, Lord, at suppertime

(Sonny Terry)

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Aug 2014 07:51:17 BDT
Now Jonah got along in the belly of the whale,
Daniel in the lion's den,
But I know a guy 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 fetched your saddle home.
(hank again)

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Aug 2014 19:38:46 BDT
Whoopee Ti Yi Yo,get along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee Ti Yi Yo,get along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home ( The Kingston Trio)

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Aug 2014 20:03:25 BDT
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
(laurie anderson)

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Aug 2014 20:25:22 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh
You don't Have to go.

Ay ay ay ay ay ay
All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay ay
All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay ay
Baby please don't go.

When I read the letter you wrote, it made me mad mad mad
When I read the words that it told me, it made me sad sad sad.
But I still love you so, I can't let you go
I love you- ooh baby I love you.
(Quality take on reggae from Led Zeppelin)

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Aug 2014 20:29:30 BDT
ranking (well, rank :) )

You know I need it
To ride in your car
I know it's dangerous
You're going too far
I'm always with you
Wherever you go

This is a sensual
The way you drive is just sensational
I hate to love you
Love you all the same
You know baby
Driving is a serious game
(yello)

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Aug 2014 20:44:09 BDT
Brass Neck says:
We rented a truck and a semi to go
Travel down the long and the winding road
Look on the map, I think we've been there before
Close up the doors, let's roll once more

Cop's on the corner, look he's starting to write
Well, I don't need no ticket so I screamed out of sight
Drove so fast that my eyes can't see
Look in the mirror, is he still following me?

Let it roll down the highway
Let it roll down the highway
Roll, roll
(Bachman Turner Overdrive)

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Aug 2014 21:42:07 BDT
Forgot my six string razor and hit the sky
Halfway to Memphis 'fore I realised
I rang up Information,my axe was cold
They said "She rides a train to Orioles"

In reply to an earlier post on 2 Aug 2014 21:48:03 BDT
Brass Neck says:
When I was a curly-headed baby
My daddy set me down on his knee
Saying ''Son you go to school, you learn your letters
Don't you be no dusty miner, boy like me''
I was born and raised at the mouth of the Hazard Holler
Where the coal cars rolled and rumbled past my door
But now they stand in a rusty row of all empties
Because the L & N don't stop here anymore

(Michelle Shocked)

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 20:38:08 BDT
Freight train,freight train running so fast
Freight train,freight train running so fast
Please don't say what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone (Peter,Paul and Mary)

That should knock those Aural Energy wxnkers of the top,my work is done!!

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 21:23:15 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Some people think that I must be crazy
But my real name is just Jesse James
An I left them half-crocked, hard-knocks of black rock county
Just to ride on that New Delhi Train
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Ridin down that New Delhi Line
Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train
Well I left my love behind
Yeah I left my love behind

Little Feat

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 21:38:01 BDT
I can tell they trick your mother on the drug train
Should I call the Brooklyn news
There's lots to do on a drug train
Drinks and drivin' and slipping and sliding
With all of your friends on the drug train
Woah the drug train woo hoo
The drug train woo hoo
Put another foot up to get onboard
The drug train woo hoo
Get on board the drug train
The drug train woo woo!
(cramps)

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 22:06:28 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be, some day it's going to come

Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

Now I've been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh peace train sounding louder
Glide on the peace train
Come on now peace train
Yes, peace train holy roller

Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 22:27:53 BDT
When I was just a kid, little children
My old man used to sing a litle song
But now I've grown to be a man
But it still lingers deep within my soul
Oh yes it lingers deep within my soul

He say now this train it is bound to glory, this train
This train it is bound to glory this train, this train
This train it is bound to glory, This train it don't carry no unholy
This train is bound to glory, this train

Now this train it don't carry no backsliders, this train
This train don't carry no backsliders, this train
This train it don't carry no backsliders this train only carrry JAH JAH children
this train it is bound to glory, this train
Play a little song for me
(wailer/culture)

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 22:39:10 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Last night I weren't at home,
I just went for a stroll.
But when I returned, I saw this note,
Underneath my door, stating:

You'll never ever see me again,
So now our love must end.
You'll never ever see me again,
My friend, 'cause:

I'll be taking this train,
I'll be taking westbound train.
I'll be going to place,
Where there is happiness.

Dennis Brown

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 22:55:39 BDT
I remember still, I guess I always will
That winters day I took the west bound flight,
As I looked down from the plane
You were standing in the rain,
You waved goodbye,
Till I was out of sight.

(Chorus)
And I can see them shining
Through the Willows and the Pines,
The lights of Cincinatti
Oh, so many miles behind,
I could build myself a new life
And make it on my own,
But the lights of Cincinnati
Will keep calling me back home
(walker)

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 23:12:03 BDT
Brass Neck says:
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
Down where the Dogwood trees grow
If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon
To the home you left so long ago
If you ever get south of the Ohio River
Down where Dixieland begins
If you ever get south of Cincinnati
I'll be yours again.

Dwight Yoakam

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 23:17:52 BDT
By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising
She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door
She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm leavin'
'Cause I've left that girl so many times before

By the time I make Albuquerque she'll be working
She'll prob'ly stop at lunch and give me a call
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin'
Off the wall that's all

By the time I make Oklahoma she'll be sleepin'
She'll turn softly and call my name out loud
And she'll cry just to think I'd really leave her
Tho' time and time I try to tell her so
She just didn't know I would really go.
(glen campbell)

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 23:32:07 BDT
Brass Neck says:
I don't want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there's life below
But all that it can show me
Is the prairie and the sky

And I don't want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
It was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn, I watched it burn.

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

Emmylou Harris' autobiographical song to Gram parsons

In reply to an earlier post on 3 Aug 2014 23:45:11 BDT
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