Post a song about a place where you lived

I'll start

Ben Folds Five's Mitchell Lane

having isn't bliss,
sunshine is amiss
happy when you're cold,
wanna be alone
he's a lot of steam,
she's a lot of breath
takes a lot to see,
takes a lot to beg

and it's just like Mitchell Lane,
everything's the same

wanna kill your friends,
reminded you of when
happy when you're stoned,
wanna be old

and it's just like Mitchell Lane,
everything's the same
so go on,
and go on and complain

remember when we were
15, and Robbie made that stupid face
all day
I guess he made his point,
'cause I'm still here when I could be
anywhere

having isn't bliss,
sunshine is amiss...
no

and it's just like Mitchell Lane,
everything's the same
so go on,
and go on and complain

and it's just like Mitchell Lane,
everything's the same
so go on,
and go on and complain

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?


You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and


You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?


I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and


You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?


Well, I hear you went up to **Saratoga**
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and


You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

(anyone here in central Texas lately would agree to this one)

Well theres floodin down in texas....all of the telephone lines are down
Well theres floodin down in texas....all of the telephone lines are down
And Ive been tryin to call my baby....lord and I cant get a single sound

Well dark clouds are rollin in....man Im standin out in the rain
Well dark clouds are rollin in....man Im standin out in the rain
Yeah flood water keep a rollin....man its about to drive poor me insane

Well Im leavin you baby....lord and Im goin back home to stay
Well Im leavin you baby....lord and Im goin back home to stay
Well back home I know floods and tornados....baby the sun shines every day

Only have one of 'em, but it's still true!

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if theres one thing that she dont need
Its another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, dont you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or hell grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he dont get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

Rocky Mountain High
John Denver
Words by John Denver; Music by John Denver and Mike Taylor

He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Comin' home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hangin' by a song
But the string's already broken and he doesn't really care
It keeps changin' fast and it don't last for long

But the Colorado rocky mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye
Rocky mountain high

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky mountain high

Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land

And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
I know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky mountain high

It's Colorado rocky mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
Friends around the campfire and everybody's high

The hoods are up on Pine Street,
Rear ends lifted too
The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
Are making love with a little help from STP
Their women on the porches comparing alibis

Greasy eggs and bacon,
Bumper stickers aimed to start a fight,
Full gun racks, Confederate caps,
If you want some 'shine
Well, you can always find some more,
But what I remember most is the colour of Suzy's door

And Suzy says she's up there
Cutting carrots still
And Suzy says she's missing me
So I'm missing Oregon Hill

A river to the south (James)
To wash away all sins
A college to the east of us (VCU)
To learn where sin begins
A graveyard to the west of it all (Hollywood-4 Presidents buried there)
Which I may soon be lying in

'Cause to the north there is a prison
Which I've come to call my home,
But some Monday morning no country song
Will sing me home again

And Suzy says she's up there
Cutting carrots still
And Suzy says she's missing me
So I'm missing Oregon Hill

Sunday morning, eight A.M.,
Sirens fill the air
Sounds like someone made the river (state pen used to overlook this area)
Sounds like someone being born again
Me, I'm just lying here in Suzy's bed

Baptists celebrating with praises to the Lord,
Rednecks doing it with gin
Me and Suzy, we're celebrating
The joy of sleeping in
Because tomorrow I'll be home again

But Suzy says she'll wait there
Cutting carrots by the window sill
And Suzy says, 'Always think of me
When you think of Oregon Hill'

Shes a good girl, loves her mam a
Loves jesus and america too
Shes a good girl, crazy bout elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too

Its a long day living in reseda
Theres a freeway runnin through the yard
And Im a bad boy cause I dont even miss her
Im a bad boy for breakin her heart

And Im free, free fallin
Yeah Im free, free fallin

All the vampires walkin through the valley
Move west down ventura boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
A ll the good girls are home with broken hearts

And Im free, free fallin
Yeah Im free, free fallin

Free fallin, now Im free fallin, now im
Free fallin, now Im free fallin, now im
I wanna glide down over mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky

Gonna free fall out into nothin
Gonna leave this world for a while
And Im free, free fallin
Yeah Im free, free fallin


I didn't live on Ventura Blvd. or Mulhoilland Dr., but I lived very near both.

"Miami" by Against Me!

We charge into danger.
No guarantees or safe places.
No one can be trusted,
everyone is a suspect.
And all the money's worthless.
The town is trite and exaggerated.
The food is turning and the water is poisoned.
And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head,
sight and hearing have quickly faded.
Your gut's expanding, your hairline's receding.
The sores are opening and the cancer's spreading.
And the antibiotics aren't working,
all the drugs just strangely sobering.
And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and then started talking.

Just like Miami!
(Miami!)
Fucking Miami.
(Miami!)

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Just like Miami!
(Miami!)
Fucking Miami!
(Miami!)

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Hey!

They're in your room while you're sleeping.
They're in your car behind the seat waiting.
All the rifle sights are on the back of your head.
They're slipping it into your drink when you're not looking.
And they're selling it to you as art.
It's every other word in movies and songs.
All the public is buying,
it's business as usual,
and the business is capitalizing
on your fear, your greed, your perversions and vices.
They say you're guilty, they've got the evidence to prove it.
The mistakes are obvious, the faults are glaring.
The plane is on fire, the fucking ship is sinking.
And you're swept away in a hurricane.
You're buried in the rubble of an earthquake.
It's terminal!
inoperable!
they're amputating!
Massive hemmorrhaging,
major fucking complications!

Just like Miami!
(Miami!)
Fucking Miami!
(Miami!)

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Just like Miami!
(Miami!)
Fucking Miami!
(Miami!)

Sharks circling for the feeding.
All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean.

Miami!

I live very close to both.

I'm actually a bit concerned about those vampires... ;)

MOON OVER MIAMI
Eddy Duchin
- words by Edgar Leslie, music by Joe Burke

Moon over Miami
Shine on my love and me
So we can stroll beside the roll
Of the rolling sea

Moon over Miami
Shine on as we begin
A dream or two that may come true
When the tide comes in

Hark to the song of the smiling troubadours
Hark to the throbbing guitars
Hear how the waves offer thunderous applause
After each song to the stars

Moon over Miami
You know we're waiting for
A little love, a little kiss
On Miami shore

:P


(Actually, your's is a nice tune. Mine just states how I feel about Miami a little better)

Moon Over Miami is the only song I could think of. Fortunately, I don't live there any more. I moved up here to the Atlanta area.

as for Miami, I have sort of a love/hate relationship with the place. It's kinda complicated.

I lived in the Miami area for almost 30 years before moving to more temperate climates.

I, too, have a "love-hate" relationship with the state. We are going back for a visit in December of this year -- staying in Sanibel/Captive area, Orlando, and South Miami Beach.

Here's my little family (Mom, Dad, and me) in the 1940s: (Dontcha just love that painted palm tree?)

as for the love/hate thing, mine's more about Miami than the state as a whole. Sure, the city's got the worst drivers in the country (I don't care what you say about drivers in your state/town, people. Miami reliably finishes No. 1 on lists of the country's worst drivers, and the city deserves it.), a sort of plastic quality to many of the people in Miami Beach (both literally via surgery and figuratively in the Paris Hilton-style, unexamined lives), and incredible disparity in wealth. But there's just something indescribably great about the place. Maybe it's the Cuban food.

Your family is stunningly handsome -- every one of you.
Your Dad looks like Jacqueline Kennedy's father, Black Jack Bouvier.


Love the 1940's -- wasn't alive yet -- but have always loved the music and fashion from that era.

When I last saw my father, he was confined to a wheelchair and had lost all of his teeth. He sheepishly asked if I'd agree to be his nursemaid... but I had a job and kids to worry about.

We had planned to visit them in November 1988 but he passed away in October and I never got to say goodbye. Mother died in the middle of the night in March 1991. She was thousands of miles away in Florida while I lived in Boston. It was very sad when we went down to close up her apartment.

Thanks for your comments.

Down at the train they go to Independence everyday
But anywhere else now seems like a million miles away
And I must have been high to believe that I would ever leave
Now I'm just a flat fine line like the Wichita skyline

I rode on the airstream across the great lonesome afternoon
I wished hard enough to hurt, drove fast enough to catch the moon
But I must have been dreaming again 'cause there's nothing around the bend
Except for that flat fine line, the Wichita skyline

As far as Salina I can get that good station from LaRue
I'm searching the dial while I'm scanning the sky for a patch of blue
And I watch the black clouds roll in chasing me back again
Back to the flat fine line, the Wichita skyline

Down by the banks of the River Charles

Oh, that's what's happenin' baby

That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, muggers,and thieves.

Ah, but they're cool people

I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home "





on edit: obviously posted in the wrong place.

:)

Ever hear the version Grant-Lee Phillips did awhile back? Fantastic.

David Rawlings

A strange thing is that I actually saw Parsons perform when I was 5. I always remembered that the first live music performance I ever saw was a group called the Shilohs playing at a custom car/hot rod auto show. Of course, it was almost twenty years later before I discovered that was Parsons' group :)

Hot damn, that's impressive! That's really crazy-- not a lot of people can claim that!

I just saw a German documentary about Gram called "Fallen Angel". It's got interviews with many of his family members and a lot of industry people who knew him, like Emmylou, Chris Hillman and Phil Kaufman (the guy who stole his body). It's very interesting, worth catching if you get the chance. :D

Now, as I said, it was almost 20 years before I found out that Parsons was in the band that I saw called the Shilohs. This was in Greenville where they had done some early recordings in the studio at WMUU. Which was the radio station at...Bob Jones University! which, of course, is equally freaky.

Way up on old Linville Mountain
Where the bear and the catamount reign
A strange ghostly light appears every night
Which no scientist or hunter can explain.

In the days of the old covered wagon
When they camped on the flats for the night
With the moon shinin' dim o'er the old canyon rim
They watched for that brown mountain light.

High on the mountain
And down in the valley below
It shines like the crown of an angel
And fades as the mists come and go

Way over yonder
Night after night until dawn
A faithful old slave comes back from the grave
Is searching for his master who's long gone.

Many years ago a southern planter
Came huntin' in this wide world alone
Then so they say the hunter lost his way
And never returned to his home.

His trusting ol' slave brought a lantern
And searched but in vain day and night
Now the ol' slave is gone
but his spirit lingers on

And the lantern it still casts it's light.

they were hoping to see the 'brownies' but I don't think any appeared...

:hi:

cool, huh?

:hi:

~ Red Hot Chili Peppers

Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Californication

It's the edge of the world
And all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settles in the final location
It's understood that Hollywood
sells Californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war your waging

Chorus:
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication

Marry me girl be my fairy to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
It's Californication

Space may be the final frontier
But it's made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderon's not far away
It's Californication

Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybody's been there
and I don't mean on vacation

Chorus

Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar
They're just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn't save the world
From Californication

Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Sicker than the rest
There is no test
But this is what you're craving

Chorus

but of course, he's talking about the one in South Patagonia, not the one in South California.

:headbang:

since it's talking about Hollywood. ;)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9gypvoDNrM

I'll post another song when I find it

There are people in this country who work hard every day
Not for fame or fortune, do they strive
But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their pay
And it's time a few of them were recognized

Hello Detroit auto workers, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40 hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line
Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40 hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line

This is for the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail
For the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale
For the one who fights the fires, the one who brings the mail
For everyone who works behind the scenes

You can see them every mornin', in the factories and the fields
In the city streets, and the quiet country towns
Working together, like spokes inside a wheel
They keep this country turning around

Hello Kansas wheat field farmer, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40 hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line
Hello West Virginia coal miner, let me thank you for your time
You work a 40 hour week for a livin', just to send it on down the line

This is for the one who drives the big rig, up and down the road
For the one out in the warehouse, bringing in the load
For the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol
For everyone who works behind the scenes
With a spirit you can't replace with no machine

Hello America
Let me thank you for your time

Although Pittsburgh PA has a prominent place in James Brown's "Superhighway", it appears that there is local interest in developing a song for the city itself
Read about contest here http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/06051/658182.stm

Or just dig the "sweet" music here:
http://www.post-gazette.com/downloads/20060220_02pgh_full.mp3

http://www.post-gazette.com/downloads/20060220_03pride_full.mp3 NON-NATIVE ARTIST!!!!!!

http://www.post-gazette.com/downloads/20060220_01shot_full.mp3 NON-NATIVE ARTIST!!!!!!

http://www.post-gazette.com/downloads/20060220_04place_full.mp3

http://www.post-gazette.com/downloads/20060220_05luvpgh_full.mp3 "The only song he knew about Pittsburgh was one about a little pawn shop on the corner." What song is that?
It appears to be this one by the composer of "How much is that doggie in the window" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pittsburgh%2C_Pennsylvania_%28song%29

Mill Valley
by Rita Abrams

I'm gonna talk about a place that's got a hold on me (Mill Valley)
A little place where life feels very fine and free (Mill Valley)
Where people aren't afraid to smile
And stop and talk to you a while
And you can be as friendly as you want to be (Mill Valley)
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley, that's my home

It looks as pretty in the rain as in the sun (Mill Valley)
And there's a mountain that belongs to everyone (Mill Valley)
And there are creeks that run on endlessly
And trees as far as you can see
It makes you feel as if your life has just begun (Mill Valley)
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley, California, that's my home

I know that there might come a time I'll have to leave Mill Valley
And every memory will seem like make-believe
And all the good things that are mine right now
Will call to me and ask me how
I could have left them all behind
How could I leave Mill Valley
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley
Talkin' 'bout Mill Valley, California, that's my home

Where the bells are full of ringing and the hearts are full of singing for the hoooo-liiiii-daaaaaaays!

Chrome Wheel Fuel injected and stepping out over the line.

chicago green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese
A dirty room and a silver coke spoon
Give me my release, come on
Black napalese, it's got you weak in your knees
Just seeds and dust that you got bust on
You know it's hard to believe

30 days in the hole
That's what they give you
I know

Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down
Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
It's got your head spinnin' round
If you live on the road, well there's a new highway code
You take the urban noise with some Durban Poison
It's gonna lessen your load

What you doin' boy?
You here for 30 days
Get, get, get your long hair cut
And cut out your ways

Black napalese, it got you weak in your knees
Just seeds and dust that you got bust on
You know it's so hard to please
Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down
You take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
You know you're jailhouse-bound

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know she's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

Years have gone by, my my how she grew
I liked her looks when I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

I'm gonna send away, hoppin' on a plane, leavin' today
Am I dreamin'? I can hear her screamin'
"Hiya, Mr. Jackson"
Everythingâ's OK, A-L-A-M-A-Z-O

Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo
I'll make my bid for that freckle-faced kid I'm hurryin' to
I'm goin' to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo)
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, Kalamazoo)
K (K)
A (A)
L-A-M-A-Z-O
(Oh, oh, oh, oh what a gal, a real pipperoo)
(We're goin' to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo)
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
(Kalamazoo!!)

You know, the one that starts "Way down in Columbus, Georgia..."

I don't live there anymore but I graduated high school there.

I grew up in an enchanting village with hedges, picket fences, sidewalks, and big old Victorian houses lined with flowers. In the 60's and early 70's it still had that enchanting, romantic feeling.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIupLTNRFf4


On the Street Where You Live
Freddy When she mentioned how her aunt bit off the spoon,
She completely done me in.
And my heart went on a journey to the moon,
When she told about her father and the gin.
And I never saw a more enchanting farce
Than that moment when she shouted
"move your bloomin' "....
I have often walked down this street before;
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I Several stories high.
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.
Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour Out of ev'ry door?
No, it's just on the street where you live!
And oh! The towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near.
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear!
People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.

I've been here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hP67H4qfe5w

:hi:

Oh the prairie lights are burnin' bright
The Chinook wind is a-movin' in
Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound
Though I've done the best I could
My old luck ain't been so good and
Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound
No one-eyed man could e'er forget
The Rocky Mountain sunset
It's a pleasure just to be Alberta bound
I long to see my next of kin
To know what kind of shape they're in
Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound
Alberta bound, Alberta bound
It's good to be Alberta bound
Alberta bound, Alberta bound
It's good to be Alberta bound

Oh the skyline of Toronto
Is somethin' you'll get onto
But they say you've got to live there for a while
And if you got the money
You can get yourself a honey
A written guarantee ta make you smile
But it's snowin' in the city
And the streets and brown and gritty
And I know there's pretty girls all over town
But they never seem ta find me
And the one I left behind me
Is the reason that I'll be Alberta bound

Alberta bound, Alberta bound
It's good to be Alberta bound
Alberta bound, Alberta bound
It's good to be Alberta bound
It's good to be Alberta bound

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve baby, to turn uncle john from your door.

I woke up this morning, I had them statesboro blues,
I woke up this morning, had them statesboro blues.
Well, I looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too.

Well my momma died and left me,
My poppa died and left me,
I aint good looking baby,
Want someone sweet and kind.

Im goin to the country, baby do you wanna go?
But if you cant make it baby, your sister lucille said she wanna go.
(and I sure will take her).

I love that woman, better than any woman Ive ever seen;
Well, I love that woman, better than any woman Ive ever seen.
Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I treat her like a dog gone queen.

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve babe, to turn uncle john from your door.


Went to school there at the university that is now dead to me.

Both versions are quite good though, as is the one by Taj Mahal

when I was in school. Only serving beer as Bulloch was a dry county...that's why they had the Statesboro Blues.

my home town's mentioned in "Me and Bobby McGee."


Somewhere out near Salinas, I let him slip away...

Looking at your watch a third time waiting in the station for a bus
Going to a place thats far, so far away and if thats not enough
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
Youll be coming back before too long

Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
And waste another year

At night I drink myself to sleep and pretend
I dont care if youre not here with me
Cause its so much easier to handle
All my problems if Im too far out to sea
But something better happen soon

Or its gonna be too late to bring you back

Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
And waste another year

Its not as though I really need you
If you were here Id only bleed you
But everybody else in town only wants to bring you down and
Thats not how it ought to be
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
Youll be coming back before too long

Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
And waste another year

Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
And waste another year

Carolina (I Remember You)

(spoken: )
The first things I remember are frosty Carolina mornings with a cheery fire
crackling in my mommas big black wood cook stove

I remember snow flakes as big as goose feathers and the moon the color of new
made country butter and a night sky like diamonds against black velvet reaching
from horizon to horizon

I remember when the biggest problems in my barefoot life were sand spurs and
red ant hills

I remember sitting with my grand daddy on the front porch and watching the last
of that magnificent southern sun bleed away into the twilight sky

I remember sunday school and kneeling at the cross and trying to imagine what
God looked like sunday dinner short pants hair cuts and a little puppy my
daddy brought home to me and I remember love

I remember steam puffing fire breathing awesome 10 -wheel locomotives and the
conductors watch looked as big as one of my grand mothers biscuits

I remember my mother smiling in a red and white checkered dress and christmas
always seemed so far away yes I remember you Carolina grand old lady if the
south
I remember you as home

(sung: )
One of the memories that stays on my mind
about an old southern lady that I left behind
is a ramshackle bridge where the deep river winds
and an old two-lane blacktop through the tall long-leaf pines

Carolina, Carolina
You're hard but you're hard to forget

I still remember the magnolia nights
and goose feather snow flakes in the gray morning light
sand spurs and puppies and red autumn leaves
and the warm lights in the clear night on a cold Christmas Eve

Carolina, Carolina
You're hard but you're hard to forget

Carolina I knew you
before the highways got to you
and I loved you as one of your own
and I still do

Carolina, Carolina
You're hard but you're hard to forget

Sung by John Denver.

Saturday night in Toledo Ohio

Saturday night in Toledo, Ohio is like being nowhere at all.
All through the day how the hours rush by, you sit in the park and you watch the grass die.

Ah, but after the sunset, the dusk and the twilight, when shadows of night start to fall.
They roll back the sidewalk precisely at ten and people who live there are not seen again.

Just two lonely truckers from Great Falls, Montana and a salesman from places unknown
all huddled together in downtown, Toledo to spend their big night all alone.

You ask how I know of Toledo, Ohio? Well I spent a week there one day.
They've got entertainment to dazzle your eyes: go visit the bakery and watch the buns rise.

Ah, but let's not forget that the folks of Toledo unselfishly gave us the scale.
No springs, honest weight, that's the promise they made,
so smile and be thankful next time you get weighed.

And "wive and wet wive", let this be our motto, let's let the sleeping dogs lie.
And here's to the dogs of Toledo, Ohio, ladies, we bid you goodbye.


:eyes:

And another:

Lucille by Kenny Rogers

In a bar in Toledo across from the depot
On a barstool she took off her ring
I thought Id get closer
So I walked on over
I sat down and asked her name
When the drink finally hit her
She said Im no quitter
But I finally quit living on dreams
Im hungry for laughter
And here ever after
Im after whatever the other life brings

In the mirror I saw him
I closely watch him
I thought how he looked out of place
He came to the woman
Who sat their beside me
He had a strange look on his face
The big hands are callous
He looked like a mountain
For a minute I thought I was dead
But he started shaking
His big heart was breaking
He turned to the woman and said

You picked the fine time to leave me, lucille
Four hungry children and a crop in the field
Ive had some bad time
Live thru some sad times
But this time your hurtin wouldnt heal

After he left us, I ordered more whiskey
I thought how he made him look small
From lights of the bar room to a rented hotel room
We walked without talking at all
She was a beauty, but when she came to me
She must have thought I lost my mind
I couldnt hold her, the words that he told her
Kept coming back time after time.

You picked the fine time to leave me, lucille
Four hungry children and a crop in the field
Ive had some bad time
Live thru some sad times
But this time your hurtin wouldnt heal

You picked the fine time to leave me, lucille
Four hungry children and a crop in the field
Ive had some bad time
Live thru some sad times
But this time your hurtin wouldnt heal

I grew up a few minutes from campus.

Hullabaloo, Caneck, Caneck
Hullabaloo, Caneck, Caneck
All hail to dear old Texas A&M
Rally around Maroon and White
Good luck to dear old Texas Aggies
They are the boys who show the real old fight
That good old Aggie Spirit thrills us
And makes us yell and yell and yell
So let's fight for dear old Texas A&M
We're gonna beat you all to
Chigaroogarem
Chigaroogarem
Rough, Tough, real stuff Texas A&M

Good bye to texas university
So long to the orange and the white
Good luck to dear old Texas Aggies
They are the boys who show the real old fight
'the eyes of Texas are upon you'
That is the song they sing so well
Sounds Like Hell
So good bye to texas university
We're gonna beat you all to
Chigaroogarem
Chigaroogarem
Rough, Tough, Real stuff, Texas A&M

Saw varsity's horns off
Saw varsity's horns off
Saw varsity's horns off
Short! A!
Varsity's horns are sawed off
Varsity's horns are sawed off
Varsity's horns are sawed off
Short! A!

Yeah I'm goin' to Jackson
Look out Jackson town.

And it could be Jackson TN or Jackson MS!! Lived both places.

Bake

Eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view
Eight more miles on this ol' road and I'll never more be blue
I knew some day that I'd come back, knew it from the start
Eight more miles to Louisville, the home town of my heart.

Bake

Two great songs!

Now my room has got two windows but the sunshine never comes thru,
You know it's always dark and dreary since I broke off, baby, with
You!

I live on a lonely avenue,
My little girl wouldn't say, "I do".
Well, I feel so sad and blue
And it's all because of you.
I could cry, I could cry, i could cry,
I could die, I could die, I could die,
Because I live on a lonely avenue, lonely avenue.

(Now my) covers they feel like lead and my pillow it feels like
Stone,
Well, I've tossed and turned so ev'ry night,
I'm not used to being alone!

I live on a lonely avenue,
My little girl wouldn't say, "I do".
Well, I feel so sad and blue
And it's all because of you.
I could cry, I could cry, i could cry,
I could die, I could die, I could die,
Because I live on a lonely avenue, lonely avenue.

Now I've been so sad and lonesome since you've left this town,
If I could beg or borrow the money, child, I would be a highway
Bound!

I live on a lonely avenue,
My little girl wouldn't say, "I do".
Well, I feel so sad and blue
And it's all because of you.
I could cry, I could cry, i could cry,
I could die, I could die, I could die,
Because I live on a lonely avenue, lonely avenue.

Ray Charles


dp

Sonic Youth

Even though I've spent countless hours at Cat's Cradle

Not recently, since I actually have to GET UP in the morning now.

;-)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1YpkeIPJLw

I went back to ohio
But my city was gone
There was no train station
There was no downtown
South howard had disappeared
All my favorite places
My city had been pulled down
Reduced to parking spaces
A, o, way to go ohio

Well I went back to ohio
But my family was gone
I stood on the back porch
There was nobody home
I was stunned and amazed
My childhood memories
Slowly swirled past
Like the wind through the trees
A, o, oh way to go ohio

I went back to ohio
But my pretty countryside
Had been paved down the middle
By a government that had no pride
The farms of ohio
Had been replaced by shopping malls
And muzak filled the air
From seneca to Cuyahoga falls
Said, a, o, oh way to go ohio


Although Limbaugh has ruined this song forever :puke:

He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Comin home to a place hed never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hangin by a song
But the strings already broken and he doesnt really care
It keeps changin fast and it dont last for long

But the colorado rocky mountain high
Ive seen it rainin fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye
Rocky mountain high (high colorado) rocky mountain high (high colorado)

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say he got crazy once, and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forests and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

And the colorado rocky mountain high
Ive seen it rainin fire in the sky
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky mountain high (high colorado) rocky mountain high (high colorado)

Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land

And the colorado rocky mountain high
Ive seen it rainin fire in the sky
I know hed be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky mountain high

Its a colorado rocky mountain high
Ive seen it rainin fire in the sky
Friends around the campfire and everybodys high
Rocky mountain high (high colorado) rocky mountain high (high colorado)
Rocky mountain high (high colorado) rocky mountain high do de do

I don't remember the lyrics, but a local band on Guam used to sing this song.

:spray:


Somebody actually wrote a song about that wasteland...


:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

I'm a native of Atlanta and go back there every chance I get. :)


Georgia On My Mind

Georgia
Georgia

the whole day through.
Just an old sweet song
keeps Georgia on my mind.
Talkin' 'bout Georgia

I'm in Georgia.

A song of you comes as sweet and clear
as moon light through the pines.
Other arms reach out to me.
Other eyes smile tenderly.
Still in peaceful dreams I see
the road leads back to you.

Georgia
sweet Georgia

no peace I find.
Just an old sweet song
keeps Georgia on my mind.
Just an old sweet song
keeps Georgia on my mind.

See avatar.