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The Thanksgiving Song - Adam Sandler

 

Turkey for me

Turkey for you

Let's eat the turkey

In my big brown shoe

Love to eat the turkey

At the table

I once saw a movie

With Betty Grable

Eat that turkey

All night long

Fifty million Elvis fans

Can't be wrong

Turkey lurkey doo and

Turkey lurkey dap

I eat that turkey

Then I take a nap

 

Thanksgiving is a special night

Jimmy Walker used to say Dynomite

That's right

Turkey with gravy and cranberry

Can't believe the Mets traded Darryl Strawberry

Turkey for you and

Turkey for me

Can't believe Tyson

Gave that girl V.D.

 

White meat, dark meat

You just can't lose

I fell off my moped

And I got a bruise

Turkey in the oven

And the buns in the toaster

I'll never take down

My Cheryl Tiegs poster

Wrap the turkey up

In aluminum foil

My brother likes to masturbate

With baby oil

Turkey and sweet potato pie

Sammy Davis Jr.

Only had one eye

 

Turkey for the girls and

Turkey for the boys

My favorite kind of pants

Are corduroys

Gobble gobble goo and

Gobble gobble gickel

I wish turkey

Only cost a nickel

Oh I love turkey on Thanksgiving

 

Happy Thanksgiving everybody!

[RoyalOrleans]

This song is true-us ladies do love country boys. Made me think of RO

 

Trace Adkins-Ladies Love Country Boys

 

You'll hear me blarin' my stereo, but Skynyrd ain't in the cd changer. I do blast them Allman Brothers though!

[RoyalOrleans]

The Allman Brothes Band

 

One Way Out

 

Aint but one way out baby, lord I just cant go out the door.

Aint but one way out baby, and lord I just cant go out the door.

Cause theres a man down there, might be your man I dont know.

 

Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor;

If I get by this time I wont be trapped no more.

So raise our window baby, I can ease out soft and slow.

And lord, your neighbors, no they wont be

Talking that stuff that they dont know.

 

Lord, Im foolish to be here in the first place,

I know some man gonna walk in and take my place.

Aint no way in the world, Im going out that front door

Cause theres a man down there, might be your man I dont know.

Cause theres a man down there, might be your man I dont know.

Cause theres a man down there,

 

Lord, it just might happen to be your man...

Lord, it just a might be your man,

Oh baby, I just dont know...

[snafu]

By Arlo Guthrie Alice's Restaurant

 

Alice's Restaurant

By Arlo Guthrie

 

 

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the

restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,

that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's

Restaurant.

 

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Walk right in it's around the back

Just a half a mile from the railroad track

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

 

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on

Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the

restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the

church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and

Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of

room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,

seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't

have to take out their garbage for a long time.

 

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be

a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So

we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW

microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed

on toward the city dump.

 

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the

dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump

closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off

into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

 

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the

side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the

cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile

is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we

decided to throw our's down.

 

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving

dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the

next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,

we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of

garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And

I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope

under that garbage."

 

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we

finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down

and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the

police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the

shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the

police officer's station.

 

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at

the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for

being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and

we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out

and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,

which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station

there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was

both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I

can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.

Get in the back of the patrol car."

 

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the

quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of

Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop

signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the

Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,

being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to

get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of

cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.

They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and

they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles

and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each

one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,

the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to

mention the aerial photography.

 

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put

us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your

wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my

wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you

want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I

said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"

Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the

toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took

out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the

toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie

was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice

(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few

nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back

to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,

and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

 

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten

colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back

of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,

and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy

pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he

sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the

twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows

and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.

And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles

and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,

'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American

blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the

judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy

pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each

one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And

we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not

what I came to tell you about....

[snafu]

part two...

 

Came to talk about the draft.

 

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,

where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,

neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one

day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so

I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to

look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted

to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,

and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all

kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave

me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

 

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I

wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and

guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,

KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and

he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down

yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,

sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

 

Didn't feel too good about it.

 

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,

detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me

at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four

hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty

ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was

inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no

part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the

last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,

and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got

one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

 

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,

with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all

the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever

go to court?"

 

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten

colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on

the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want

you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

 

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's

where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after

committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly

looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father

rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And

they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the

bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest

father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly

'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me

and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay

$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"

And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench

there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I

said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,

and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,

father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the

bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of

things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it

up and said.

 

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-

know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-

you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-

officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for

forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had

fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,

and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it

down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the

pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the

other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on

the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the

following words:

 

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

 

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to

ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm

sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench

'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,

kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and

said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints

off to Washington."

 

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a

study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm

singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar

situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a

situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into

the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get

anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if

one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and

they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,

they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.

And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in

singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an

organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said

fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and

walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

 

And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and

all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the

guitar.

 

With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and

sing it when it does. Here it comes.

 

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Walk right in it's around the back

Just a half a mile from the railroad track

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

 

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.

I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it

for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

 

So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part

harmony and feeling.

 

We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

 

All right now.

 

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Excepting Alice

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Walk right in it's around the back

Just a half a mile from the railroad track

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

 

Da da da da da da da dum

At Alice's Restaurant

[Ctrl]

Stealin' down an alley on a cold dark night

I see a halo in the rain 'round a street light

I stop and look and listen to the sound

as the raindrops penetrate the silence all around

 

Alone, I gaze into the glistening street

the distant thunder echoing my hearbeat

urging me on to a secret goal

away from the light from this lamp on a pole

 

So I turn

slip away into the rain

drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane

clutching the tools of my trade in my hand

an old box of matches and a gasoline can

 

Darkness envelops the scene like a shroud

a veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds

filling up the cracks in this desolate place

cradled by the night in an icy embrace

 

I move through the town like a ghost in the rain

a dim reflection in a dark windowpane

blackness beckons from every side

creeping all around like an incoming tide

 

A broken window in an empty house

I slip inside and begin to douse

the whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire

and push back the night, taking me higher

 

On out of the darkness

in a deafening roar

the match in my hand is the key to the door

a simple turn of the wrist will suffice

to open a passage to paradise

 

I pause

I think about the past and the gloom

the smell of gasoline permeates the room

everyone has a little secret he keeps

I light the fires while the city sleeps

 

The match makes a graceful arc to the floor

time stands still as I turn for the door

which explodes in a fireball and throws me to the street

I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet

 

Reaching for the night which recoils from the fire

the raindrops hiss like a devilish choir

dying in the flames with a terrible sound

calling all the names of sleepers all around

 

But then in the arms of the night they lay

their dreams sprout wings and fly away

out of their houses in a gathering flock

swarming overhead as I hurry down the block

 

I make my escape with the greatest of ease

safe in the darkness, I drop to my knees

a lightless window, my hand on the latch

I reach in my pocket and pull out a match

[hugo]

In a cavern, in a canyon,

Excavating for a mine

Dwelt a miner forty niner,

And his daughter Clementine

 

Oh my darling, oh my darling,

Oh my darling, Clementine!

Thou art lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

 

Light she was and like a fairy,

And her shoes were number nine,

Herring boxes, without topses,

Sandals were for Clementine.

 

Oh my darling, oh my darling,

Oh my darling, Clementine!

Thou art lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

 

Drove she ducklings to the water

Ev'ry morning just at nine,

Hit her foot against a splinter,

Fell into the foaming brine.

 

Oh my darling, oh my darling,

Oh my darling, Clementine!

Thou art lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

 

Ruby lips above the water,

Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,

But, alas, I was no swimmer,

So I lost my Clementine.

 

Oh my darling, oh my darling,

Oh my darling, Clementine!

Thou art lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

 

How I missed her! How I missed her,

How I missed my Clementine,

But I kissed her little sister,

I forgot my Clementine.

 

Oh my darling, oh my darling,

Oh my darling, Clementine!

Thou art lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

[snafu]

The Allman Brothes Band

 

One Way Out

 

Aint but one way out baby, lord I just cant go out the door.

Aint but one way out baby, and lord I just cant go out the door.

Cause theres a man down there, might be your man I dont know.

 

Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor;

If I get by this time I wont be trapped no more.

So raise our window baby, I can ease out soft and slow.

And lord, your neighbors, no they wont be

Talking that stuff that they dont know.

 

Lord, Im foolish to be here in the first place,

I know some man gonna walk in and take my place.

Aint no way in the world, Im going out that front door

Cause theres a man down there, might be your man I dont know.

Cause theres a man down there, might be your man I dont know.

Cause theres a man down there,

 

Lord, it just might happen to be your man...

Lord, it just a might be your man,

Oh baby, I just dont know...

 

 

That is their best song. Boy I rember when this came out. Eat a Peach!

 

Damn good song!!

[Phantom]

How I missed her! How I missed her,

How I missed my Clementine,

But I kissed her little sister,

I forgot my Clementine.

 

I don't remember that stanza.

[RoyalOrleans]

I don't remember that stanza.

 

My favorite stanza of the song...

 

She gave me crabs here! In my pubes dear!

Holy shit I hate Clementine!

Never again to touch homemade beer!

I fucking hate Clementine!

[Phantom]

My favorite stanza of the song...

 

She gave me crabs here! In my pubes dear!

Holy shit I hate Clementine!

Never again to touch homemade beer!

I fucking hate Clementine!

 

The meter is off.

[RoyalOrleans]

The meter is off.

 

Laugh damn you!

[Phantom]

How I missed her! How I missed her,

How I missed my Clementine,

But I kissed her little sister,

I forgot my Clementine.

 

I don't remember that stanza.

 

My question was answered in this segment on Wikipedia:

 

The verse about the little sister was often left out of folk song books intended for children, presumably because it seemed morally questionable.

[snafu]

This song was dedicated by me to Mrs. snafu on our wedding night.

 

 

Jeff Healey Band Angle Eyes

 

 

Girl, you're looking, fine tonight,

and every guy has got you in his sights.

What you're doing, with a clown like me,

is surely one of life's little, mysteries

 

So tonight I'll ask the stars above,

"How did I ever win your love?"

What did I do?

What did I say,

to turn your angel eyes my way?

 

Well, I'm the guy who never learned to dance,

never even got one second glance

Across a crowded room was close enough,

I could look but I could never touch

 

So tonight I'll ask, the stars above,

"How did I ever win your love?"

What did I do?

What did I say,

to turn your angel eyes my way?

 

Don't anyone wake me,

if it's just a dream

'Cause she's the best thing,

ever happened to me

 

All you fellows, you can look all you like,

but this girl you see, she's leavin' here with me tonight

 

There's just one more thing that I need to know,

if this is love why does it scare me so?

It must be somethin only you can see,

'cause girl I feel it when you look at me

 

So tonight I'll ask the stars above,

"How did I ever win your love?"

What did I do?

What did I say,

to turn your angel eyes my way?

hey, hey, hey, yeah, awww

[snafu]

I've rediscovered Fogerty! Excellent!!

 

John Fogerty Rock and roll Girls

 

 

Sometimes I think life is just a rodeo,

The trick is to ride and make it to the bell.

But there is a place, sweet as you will ever know,

In music and love, and things you never tell.

You see it in their face, secrets on the telephone,

A time out of time, for you and no one else.

 

Chorus:

Hey let’s go all over the world,

Rock and roll girls, rock and roll girls.

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

 

If I had my way, I’d shuffle off to buffalo;

Sit by the lake, and watch the world go by.

Ladies in the sun, listenin’ to the radio,

Like flowers on the sand, a rainbow in my mind.

 

Chorus

Chorus

Chorus

 

Yeah, yeah yeah!

[snafu]

Deep Purple Space Truckin

 

 

Well we had a lot of luck on Venus

We always had a ball on Mars

Meeting all the groovey people

We've rocked the Milky Way so far

We danced around with Borealice

We're space truckin' 'round the stars

Come on, come on, come on

Let's go space truckin'

Come on, come on, come on

Space truckin'

Remember when we did the moonshot

And Pony Trekker led the way

We'd move to the Canaveral moonstop

And every 'naut would dance and sway

We got music in our solar system

We're space truckin' 'round the stars

Come on, come on, come on

Let's go space truckin'

Come on, come on, come on

Space truckin'

The fireball that we rode was moving

But now we've got a new machine

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, the freak said

Man those cats can really swing

They got music in their solar system

They've rocked around the Milky Way

They danced around the Borealice

They're space truckin' everyday

Come on, come on, come on

Let's go space truckin'

Come on, come on, come on

Space truckin'

Come on, come on, come on

Let's go space truckin'

Come on, come on, come on

Space truckin'

Yeah yeah yeah space truckin'

Yeah yeah yeah space truckin'...

[ClassyMissFancy]

I am a sensitive artist.

Nobody understands me because I am so deep.

In my work I make allusions to books that nobody else has read,

Music that nobody else has heard,

And art that nobody else has seen.

I can't help it

Because I am so much more intelligent

And well-rounded

Than everyone who surrounds me.

 

I stopped watching tv when I was six months old

Because it was so boring and stupid

And started reading books

And going to recitals

And art galleries.

I don't go to recitals anymore

Because my hearing is too sensitive

And I don't go to art galleries anymore

Because there are people there

And I can't deal with people

Because they don't understand me.

 

I stay home

Reading books that are beneath me,

And working on my work,

Which no one understands

 

I am sensitive...

I am a sensitive artist

[ClassyMissFancy]

 

"Not The Doctor"

 

I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours

I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey

hidden in the bottom drawer

I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine

Lend me some fresh air

I don't want to be adored for what I

merely represent to you

I don't want to be your babysitter

You're a very big boy now

I don't want to be your mother

I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months

Show me the back door

 

Visiting hours are 9 to 5

and if I show up at 10 past 6, well I

already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in

and oh

Mind the empty bottle

with the holes along the bottom

You see it's too much to ask for and I

am not the doctor

 

I don't want to be the sweeper

of the egg shells that you walk upon

And I don't want to be your other half,

I believe that 1 and 1 make 2

I don't want to be your food

or the light from the fridge on your face

at midnight

Hey, what are you hungry for

I don't want to be the glue

that holds your pieces together

I don't want to be your idol

See this pedestal is high

and I'm afraid of heights

I don't want to be lived through

a vicarious occasion

Please open the window

 

Visiting hours are 9 to 5

and if I show up at 10 past 6, well I

already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in

and oh

Mind the empty bottle

with the holes along the bottom

You see it's too much to ask for and I

am not the doctor

 

I don't want to live on someday

when my motto is last week

I don't want to be responsible

for your fractured heart

and it's wounded beat

I don't want to be a substitute

for the smoke you've been inhaling

What do you thank me

What do you thank me for

 

Visiting hours are 9 to 5

and if I show up at 10 past 6, well I

already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in

and oh

Mind the empty bottle

with the holes along the bottom

You see it's too much to ask for and I

am not the doctor

[snafu]

Gordon Lightfoot The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

 

 

 

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'

The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead

When the skies of November turn gloomy

With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more

Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.

That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed

When the gales of November came early.

 

The ship was the pride of the American side

Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin

As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most

With a crew and good captain well seasoned

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms

When they left fully loaded for Cleveland

And later that night when the ship's bell rang

Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound

And a wave broke over the railing

And every man knew, as the captain did too,

T'was the witch of November come stealin'.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait

When the Gales of November came slashin'.

When afternoon came it was freezin' rain

In the face of a hurricane west wind.

 

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'.

Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.

At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said

Fellas, it's been good t'know ya

The captain wired in he had water comin' in

And the good ship and crew was in peril.

And later that night when his lights went outta sight

Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

 

Does any one know where the love of God goes

When the waves turn the minutes to hours?

The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay

If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized;

May have broke deep and took water.

And all that remains is the faces and the names

Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

 

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings

In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.

Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;

The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario

Takes in what Lake Erie can send her,

And the iron boats go as the mariners all know

With the Gales of November remembered.

 

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,

In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral.

The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times

For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'.

Superior, they said, never gives up her dead

When the gales of November come early!

 

 

 

 

 

 

http://www.corfid.com/gl/wreck.htm

[snafu]

Jimmy Buffett Asshole

 

 

Well I was drivin' down I-95 the other night.Somebody

nearly cut me right off the road.I decided it wasn't

gonna do any good to get mad.So I wrote a song about him

instead.It goes like this...Were you born an

asshole?Or did you work at it your whole life?Either

way it worked out fine'cause you're an asshole

tonight.Yes you're an A S S H O L E...And

don't you try to blame it on me.You deserve all the

credit.You're an asshole tonight.You were

an asshole yesterday.You're an asshole tonight.And I've got a feelin'you'll be an

asshole the rest of your life.And I was talkin'

to your motherjust the other night.I told her I

thought you were an asshole.She said, "Yes. I think

you're right."And all your friends are

assholes'cause you've known them your whole

life.And somebody told meyou've got an asshole

for a wife.Were you born an asshole?Or did you

work at it your whole life?Either way it worked out

fine'cause you're an aaaass...hole tonight.

[snafu]

Guttermouth Asshole

 

 

I don't like the things you like

And you don't like the things I like

She don't like the things they like

So who the fuck is really right

See a skinhead at a show

Let him know he's got to go

Fuck white power, the KKK

A-S-S-H-O-L-E!

Everyone's an asshole

My mom's an asshole

You're a fucking asshole

And I'm a goddamn asshole

Mom and dad, the Grateful Dead

Major labels and straight edge

Coors and school and roller blades

God, Rick James and Oakley shades

Fishing, Wayne, silly jocks

Nazis, midgets, new tube socks

L.D. from M.R.&R.

And fucking Zeppelin Man

Hippies, harleys, Pearl Jam

Chili peppers, case of Spam

Riot grrls, Ponch and Jon

Squash and pork and carmel flan

We hate these things

We hate you, too

Go fuck a monkey in the zoo

Oscar Meyer has a way with

B.O.L.O.G.N.A.

[Msixty]

Yeah yeah

Rat-tailed Jimmy he's a second hand hood

Deals out in Hollywood

Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames

Traded for some powdered goods

Jigsaw Jimmy he's runnin' a gang

But I hear he's doin' o.k.

Got a cozy little job through the Mexican mob

Packages the candycaine

 

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

He's the one that makes ya feel all right

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

 

Cops on the corner always ignore

Somebody's getting paid

Jimmy's got it wired, law's for hire

Got it made in the shade

Got a little hideaway, does business all day

But at night he'll always be found

Sellin' sugar to the sweet

People on the street

Call this Jimmy's town

 

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

He's the one that makes ya feel all right

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

He's gonna be your Frankenstein

I've got one thing you'll understand

(Dr. Feelgood)

He's not what you'd call a glamorous man

(Dr. Feelgood)

Got one thing that's easily understood

(Dr. Feelgood)

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

Oh yeah

 

He'll tell you he's the king

Of thes barrio streets

Moving up to shangri-la

Came by his wealth as a matter of luck

Says he never broke no law

Two time loser running out of juice

Time to move out quick

Heard a rumour going round

Jimmy's going down

This time it's gonna stick

 

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

He's the one that makes ya feel all right

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

He's gonna be your Frankenstein

 

Let him soothe your soul, just take his hand

(Dr. Feelgo

Some people call him an evil man

(Dr. Feelgood)

Let him introduce himself real good

(Dr. Feelgood)

He's the only one they call Feelgood

 

Guitar!

 

I've got one thing you'll understand

(Dr. Feelgood)

He's not what you'd call a glamorous man

(Dr. Feelgood)

Got one thing that's easily understood

(Dr. Feelgood)

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

[atlantic]

River of Deceit - Mad Season

 

My pain is self-chosen

At least, so The Prophet says

I could either burn

Or cut off my pride and buy some time

A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist

 

The River of Deceit pulls down, oh oh

The only direction we flow is down

Down, oh down

Down, oh down

Down, oh down

Down, oh down

 

My pain is self-chosen

At least I believe it to be

I could either drown

Or pull off my skin and swim to shore

Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see

 

The River of Deceit pulls down, yeah

The only direction we flow is down

Down, oh down

Down, oh down

Down, oh down

Down, oh down

 

The pain is self-chosen, yeah

Our pain is self-chosen

[snafu]

John Fogerty Hot rod Heart

 

 

Ooh, let's go ridin'

Cruisin' down the open road

We can put the top down

Listen to the radio

Big ol' Buick

And a big ol' sky

Wheels on fire

And I'll tell you why

I got a hot rod heart

 

Ooh, let's go prowlin'

Sneakin' like we used to do

Way back in the country

Cut across the cornfields too

Big ol' Harley

And a big ol' moon

Big ol' 'gator

Puttin' on the zoom

I got a hot rod heart

 

Chorus:

 

Got a one-way ticket to the open road

Come on

Got a red line engine

And I'm rarin' to go

Put the pedal to the metal

If you want to ride

If you want to ride

Let's go

 

Ooh, let's go ridin'

Rollin' down the open road

We can put the top down

Listen to the radio

Big ol' Buick

And a big ol' sky

Wheels on fire

And I'll tell you why

I got a hot rod heart

[snafu]

Elton John Nikita

 

Hey Nikita is it cold

In your little corner of the world

You could roll around the globe

And never find a warmer soul to know

 

Oh I saw you by the wall

Ten of your tin soldiers in a row

With eyes that looked like ice on fire

The human heart a captive in the snow

 

Oh Nikita You will never know anything about my home

I'll never know how good it feels to hold you

Nikita I need you so

Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time

Counting ten tin soldiers in a row

Oh no, Nikita you'll never know

 

Do you ever dream of me

Do you ever see the letters that I write

When you look up through the wire

Nikita do you count the stars at night

 

And if there comes a time

Guns and gates no longer hold you in

And if you're free to make a choice

Just look towards the west and find a friend