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In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 20:01:45 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow

But don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

You know, the Sheriff's got his problems too
He will surely take them out on you
In walked the village idiot and his face was all aglow
He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incomplete

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

You've been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp
"Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp"

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio

Warren Zevon

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 20:09:46 BDT
Last edited by the author on 27 May 2012 20:10:56 BDT
Babyshambler says:
And the caravan is on it's way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama mama look at Emma Rose
She's a-playin with the radio
La, la, la, la...

And the caravan has all my friends
It will stay with me until the end
Gypsy Robin, Sweet Emma Rose
Tell me everything I need to know
La, la, la...

Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
I long to hold you tight so I can feel you
Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you

Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher radio
Turn it up, turn it up, so you know, radio
La, la, la, la...

And the caravan is painted red and white
That means ev'rybody's staying overnight
Barefoot gypsy player round the campfire sing and play
And a woman tells us of her ways
La, la, la, la...

Turn up your radio and let me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
I long to hold you tight so I can feel you
Sweet lady of the night I shall reveal you
Turn it up, turn it up, little bit higher, radio
Turn it up, that's enough, so you know it's got soul
Radio, radio turn it up, hum
La, la, la, la...

Van the Man

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 20:12:51 BDT
Last edited by the author on 27 May 2012 20:13:46 BDT
Brass Neck says:
I bought my baby a red radio
He played it all day a-go-go a-go-go
He liked to dance to it down in the streets
He said he loved me but he loved the beat

But when I switch on I rotate the dial
I could see it there driving him so wild
I bought my baby a red radio
He said he loved me but he had to go

It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
It's just the same old show on my radio
On my radio on my radio on my radio

I bought my baby a red radio
He played it all day a-go-go a-go-go
He liked to dance to it down in the streets
He said he loved me but he loved the beat

Selecter

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 20:22:05 BDT
Babyshambler says:
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
Doing anything my radio advised
With every one of those late night stations
Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
When the switch broke 'cause it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control

Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me

Some of my friends sit around every evening
And they worry about the times ahead
But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference
And the promise of an early bed
You either shut up or get cut up, they don't wanna hear about it
It's only inches on the reel-to-reel
And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools
Tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel

Wonderful radio
Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio
Radio, radio

Elvis Costello

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 20:29:06 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Beside yourself if radio's gonna stay.
Reason: it could polish up the grey.
Put that, put that, put that up your wall
That this isn't country at all

Raving station, beside yourself

Keep me out of country in the word
Deal the porch is leading us absurd.
Push that, push that, push that to the hull
That this isn't nothing at all.

Straight off the boat, where to go?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe

Beside defying media too fast
Instead of pushing palaces to fall
Put that, put that, put that before all
That this isn't fortunate at all

Raving station, beside yourself
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe, radio.

Decide yourself, calling all of the medias too fast

Keep me out of country in the word
Disappoint is into us absurd

Straight off the boat, where to go?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe

REM

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 20:35:04 BDT
Babyshambler says:
Well I got me a hat and old guitar
And I made a down payment on a second hand car
I got me a job on the radio
Now I'm saving up money for a fiddle and a bow

Do the radio boogie
All over the dial
With a solid kick and a red hot lick
And some Tennessee style

Well early in the mountain when the sun comes up
I pull the cork from the jug and I take a little sup
If the sun keeps a-shining I'll plow the corn
If it stars to rain I'll just grind it in the barn

Well I call my gal on the telephone
What you doing honey are you all alone
Come on over about an hour or so
And we'll both do the boogie by the radio

Yes I got a job in a hillbilly band
I got brand new clothes I got money to spend
And everbody asks me where we play
The radio boogie's all they can say

L.C. Smith And His Southern Playboys

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 20:37:58 BDT
Brass Neck says:
My grandaddy was a miner, but he finally saw the light
He didn't have much, just a beat-up truck and a dream about a better life
Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound
Pretty soon the dirt road turned into blacktop, Detroit City bound

Down that hillbilly highway
That hillbilly highway
Hillbilly highway
Goes on and on

He worked and saved his money so that one day he might send
My old man off to college, to use his brains and not his hands
Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound
But daddy had himself a good job in Houston, one more rollin' down

Down that hillbilly highway
That hillbilly highway
Hillbilly highway
Goes on and on

Grandaddy rolled over in his grave the day that I quit school
I just sat around the house playin' my guitar, Daddy said I was a fool
My mama cried when I said goodbye, I never heard such a lonesome sound
Now I'm standin' on this highway and if you're going my way
You know where I'm bound

Steve Earle

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 20:48:24 BDT
Babyshambler says:
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill,
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide its face and cry.

Did you ever see a robin
weep when leaves begin to die
Like me he's lost the will to live,
I'm so lonesome I could cry.

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry.

Hank Williams

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 20:58:46 BDT
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In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 21:02:02 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 21:07:21 BDT
nocheese says:
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you
You were trying to break into another world
A world I never knew
I always kind of wondered
If you ever made it through
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 21:16:57 BDT
Last edited by the author on 27 May 2012 21:17:35 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Yeah!
C'mon, yeah

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)
She get(s high)

I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, oww!
Oh, yeah!

Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Morrison)

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 21:22:46 BDT
Brass Neck says:
love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I choose
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

Peter Gabriel

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 22:22:11 BDT
Babyshambler says:
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad what's bad is good you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed YOUR EYES don't look
Into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone faced while the
Building burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees while the
Springtime turned
Slowly into autumn.

Posted on 27 May 2012 22:39:46 BDT
Lez Lee says:
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
and darker days are drawing near,
the winter winds will be much colder,
now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
and one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them,
now you're not here

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
like a leaf on a breeze you blew away

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
you always loved this time of year
loose fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
cos you're not here

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
like a leaf on a breeze you blew away

A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
as if to hide a lonely tear
my life will be forever autumn
cos you're not here.

Justin Hayward

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 22:53:49 BDT
Babyshambler says:
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting

Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel
They're making me feel I'm home

It's autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands

It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park

It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

Vernon Duke

In reply to an earlier post on 27 May 2012 23:10:14 BDT
Last edited by the author on 27 May 2012 23:10:33 BDT
Johnny Bee says:
You say " leave" and I'll be gone
Without any remorse
No letters faxes phones or tears
There's a difference between bad and worse
I'm a New York City man
Blink your eyes and I'll be gone

(Lou)

In reply to an earlier post on 28 May 2012 15:42:34 BDT
Val H. says:
Hey Eugene do you remember me?
I'm that chick you danced with two times through the Rufus album Friday night at that party
On Avenue "A"
Where your skinhead friend passed out for several hours on the bathroom floor
and you told me
You weren't that drunk, and that I was your favorite Salsa dancer you had ever come across in NEW YORK CITY

Eugene
Eugene
Eugene
I said hello
Eugene
Are you there Eugene

Hey Eugene, then we kissed once we lugged your friend into the elevator and went to write my number on a soggy
paper towel
And the car went down
And when we were finished making out we noticed that your skinhead friend was gone. Long gone.
And you looked into my bloodshot eyes and said is it too soon if I call you Sunday

Eugene
Eugene
Eugene
I said hello, Eugene
Are you there, Eugene

I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)
Eugene (Eugene)
Eugene (oh yeah)

I said hello (hello), Eugene
Are you there, Eugene (tell me are you there)

I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)
Eugene (Eugene)
Eugene (tell me oh)

I said hello (hello), Eugene (Eugene)
Does any of this ring a bell Eugene?

Pink Martini

In reply to an earlier post on 28 May 2012 22:27:38 BDT
Babyshambler says:
Oo ah oo ah oo oo, Kitty
Tell us about the boy
From New York City
Oo ah oo ah come on, Kitty
Tell us about the boy
From New York City

He's kinda tall
He's really fine, yeah, yeah,
Someday I hope to make him
mine, all mine yeah, yeah

And he's neat and oh, so sweet,
and the way he looked at me just
Swept me off my feet
Yeah, yeah

Oo ee you oughta come and see
How he walks yeah yeah
And he talks
Oo ah oo ah oo oos Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New
York City
Oo ah oo ah come on, Kitty
Tell us about the boy from New
York City

He's really down and he's no
Clown yeah yeah
He has the finest penthouse
I've ever seen in town yeah, yeah
And he's cute in his mohair suit
And he keeps his pockets full of
Spending loot yeah, yeah
Oo ee, yeah we're all right
Yeah, oo oo

Ev'ry time he says he loves me
Chills run down my spine
Ev'ry time he wants to kiss me
He makes me feel so fine.
That's him
Alright he's the boy from New
York City
We call him Jill, we're all right.
Oo ah oo ah Kitty,
tell us about the boy from New
York City
Oo ah oo ah Kitty,
Tell us about the boy from New
York City

In reply to an earlier post on 29 May 2012 10:02:42 BDT
Val H. says:
I was down in New York City
I was trying to get back on my feet
I was looking out for someone else to think about
And there's no harm in that

You knocked me out on these streets with your beauty
There's only so much I want us to say
If I could find us a room in New York City
There'd be no holdin back
There'd be no going back

In New York, New York
We're out in the morning
We've seen out the night
We're walking the dawn
In New York, New York
The light hits the buildings
We're out on the town
It's just like the movies
In New York City

Eddi Reader

In reply to an earlier post on 29 May 2012 18:29:00 BDT
Babyshambler says:
Summer journeys to Niag'ra
and to other places aggra-
vate all our cares.
We'll save our fares!

I've a cozy little flat in
what is known as old Manhattan
we'll settle down
right here in town!

We'll have Manhattan
the Bronx and Staten
Island too.
It's lovely going through
the zoo!

It's very fancy
on old Delancy
street you know.
The subway charms us so
when balmy breezes blow
to and fro.

And tell me what street
compares with Mott Street
in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gli-ding by.

The great big city's a wonderous toy
just made for a girl and boy.
We'll turn Manhattan
into an isle of joy!

We'll go to Yonkers
Where true love conquers
In the whiles
And starve together dear, in Chiles

We'll go to Coney
And eat baloney on a roll
In Central Park we'll stroll
Where our first kiss we stole
Soul to soul

And "My Fair Lady" is a terrific show they say
We both may see it close, some day

The city's glamour can never spoil
The dreams of a boy and goil
We'll turn Manhattan
into an isle of joy!

Rodgers and Hart

Posted on 29 May 2012 18:42:55 BDT
Lez Lee says:
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
But you see that line there moving through the station?
I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I don't like your fashion business mister
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby ...

And I thank you for those items that you sent me
The monkey and the plywood violin
I practiced every night, now I'm ready
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I am guided

Ah remember me, I used to live for music
Remember me, I brought your groceries in
Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

In reply to an earlier post on 29 May 2012 18:44:08 BDT
nocheese says:
Goodbye my Coney Island baby,
Farewell my one true love,
I'm gonna go away and leave you
never to see you any
I'm gonna sail upon that ferry boat,
never to return again
so goodbye, farewell, so long forever,
Good bye my Coney Isle, Good bye my Coney Isle, Good bye my Coney Island

We all fall for some girl that dresses neat,
some girl that's got big feet,
we meet her on the street.
Then we'll join the
army of married boobs
to the altar
Just like leading lambs to slaughter
When it's over, oh boy we get it good,
bachelor days we then recall...

Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief,
we all, are bound for...

In reply to an earlier post on 29 May 2012 19:19:12 BDT
Brass Neck says:
Flatbush boy cruisin' Sheepshead Bay
His boardwalk mama just a sniff away
Underground DMT, ridin' thunder train
The Coney Island white fish boy is on the run again

Ooooh, runnin' with the pack
Ooooh, and never lookin' back
Ooooh, know's just where he's been
That Coney Island white fish boy's
Been there and back again

Sixteen years with his boardwalk queen
And at steeplechase, she used to wet his dreams
She combs her hair, that flamin' jewel
Streaked with Clorox bleach
Coney gettin' down and dirty
Snortin' up the beach

And she'd be screamin' (Coney)
And she'd be dreamin' (Coney)
Go get 'em Coney

Aerosmith

(A Coney Island whitefish is a used condom apparently)

In reply to an earlier post on 29 May 2012 19:34:31 BDT
Never bothered paying any attention to the lyrics in that cracker by ZZ Top, despite many dozens of plays, amazingly. That has lifted me appreciation of it considerably!

Willin' is a killer song.

Thanks, Brass!
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