Tired of singin' Kumbuya Part Deux

[Curley Cole]

Don't forget:

"he was sitting there with the 8x10 color glossy photos with the circles and arrows with a paragraph on the back, when in walks the judge..with his seein eye dog...

and yes Justice is blind..

curley

and happy birthday again 4tRod

[Uncle Eph]

another case of American blind justice.

good going Del,  Paradise by John Prine was one of the first songs that I taught my kids and now it is one that me and the grandkids sing while driving down the road in my 1973 pickup to go fishing.

[Delmonico]

There is a funny side to that song.  John was in the Army in Germany when he wrote it, his dad sent him a newspaper clipping about the destrution of Paridise.  Well when John got back he recorded it and it was a minor hit on the folks circet but it made folks aware we needed to reclain open pit coal mines and helped with that move a lot.  The irony is that Mr. Peabodies coal train did not haul away Paridise, the newspaper was wrong, it is now under a TVA Lake.

[Uncle Eph]

half of my beloved Snake River country is under some dam lake, now you went and got me started; I am listening to John Prine's first CD and I am going to read some Edward Abbey and think about houseboats, or maybe I will just drive out to one of the dams and practice the power of prayer.

[Delmonico]

Might have to run upstairs later when I go search for some recipes for someone and fetch down some John Prine.  But the "No Name Polka Show" is gonna be on the Local Non_Profit station in about 40 minutes or less so I'll just post one of his for now.

Course John Has a way with words, gives good advice and still makes you laugh doing it.



Dear Abby, Dear Abby ...
My feet are too long
My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong
My friends they all tell me that I've no friends at all
Won't you write me a letter, Won't you give me a call
Signed Bewildered

Bewildered, Bewildered...

Chorus:
You have no complaint
You are what your are and you ain't what you ain't
So listen up Buster, and listen up good
Stop wishing for bad luck and knocking on wood

Dear Abby, Dear Abby...
My fountain pen leaks
My wife hollers at me and my kids are all freaks
Every side I get up on is the wrong side of bed
If it weren't so expensive I'd wish I were dead
Signed Unhappy

Unhappy, Unhappy...

Repeat Chorus

Dear Abby, Dear Abby...
You won't believe this
But my stomach makes noises whenever I kiss
My girlfriend tells me It's all in my head
But my stomach tells me to write you instead
Signed Noise-maker

Noise-maker, Noise-maker

Repeat Chorus

Dear Abby, Dear Abby...
Well I never thought
That me and my girlfriend would ever get caught
We were sitting in the back seat just shooting the breeze
With her hair up in curlers and her pants to her knees
Signed Just Married

Just Married, Just Married...

Repeat Chorus

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

Hey, I knew the Dear Abby song, how about that!

Maybe I'm not as ignorant of John Prine as I thought.

AnnieLee, buffing her fingernails on her shirt and stuff.

[Delmonico]

Took Abbie years, someone sent the stomach noise verse to her and she answered it and made a fool of herself.  So much for "Ask the Informed."

[Delmonico]

This one really needs no comment from me except in my book Charlie is the greastest painter that ever lived.  I need no fancy pants with no art degree to have to 'splain Charlie's work.  To me if'n ya got to explain the picture, the artist failed the test.


Song: The Gift
Written by: Ian Tyson


Verse 1.
In old St. Louis over in Missouri
The Mighty Mississippi it rolls and flows
A son was born to Mary Russell
And it starts the legend every cowboy knows

Verse 2.
Young kid Russell he was born to wander
Ever westward he was bound to roam
Just a kid of sixteen in 1880
Up in wild Montana he found his home

Chorus:
God made Montana for the wild man
For the Peigon and Sioux and Crow
But He saved his greatest gift for Charlie
Said get her all down before she goes---Charlie
You gotta get her all down cause she's bound to go

Verse 3.
God hung the stars over Judith Basin
God put the magic in yound Charlie's hand
All was seen and all remembered
Every shining mountain every longhorn brand

He could paint the light on horsehide shining
Great passing herds of the buffalo
And a cowcamp cold on a rainy morning
And the twisting wrist of the Houlihan throw
Repeat Chorus:

Verse 4
When the Lord called Charlie to His home up yonder
He said Kid Russell I got a job for you
You're in charge of sunsets in old Montana
Cause I can't paint them quite as good as you
And when you're done---we'll go out and have a few
And Nancy Russell will make sure it's just two
Repeat Chorus:

Thank You for the beutiful work Charlie.

[Curley Cole]

Yup!

[Old Top]

Curly,

You took the word right out of my mouth.

Old Top

[Curley Cole]

It waz just danglin' right there on the end so I just snapped it up, besides, mebby I was at a loss for words...ahaaaaaa

[Delmonico]

Earlier we learned that Dear Abby was no good fer advice cause she didn't even know John Prine wrote a song about her for years.  Well who can give advice, look to music, John prine gives some good advice in this song.

Prine John
Spanish Pipedream

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke

Chorus:
Blow up your T.V. throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own

Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do

Repeat chorus:

Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face
I said "You must know the answer."
"She said, "No but I'll give it a try."
And to this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason why

We blew up our T.V. threw away our paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own

[Curley Cole]

Ya know I experienced that "topless dancer" part once in real life....Me and Top almost were about to get our butts kicked by some hard hats, (I know they were hard hats cuz they still had them on!) and up comes the bouncer, and lo and BEHOLD it was Bruce from our highschool...(I should have known he was destined to be a bouncer in a nude bar, cuz he read passages from Fanny Hill to us during lunch..) anyway he sent the hard hats packing...and I really had a crush on that redhead dancer....wonder what ever happened to her?
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[Forty Rod]

My daughter and her boyfreind came by tonight and brought me a belated birthday gift.

I just spent about two hours watching Song Of The South.

It's the truth, it's actual.  Everything is satisfactual.

I've been looking for a copy for twenty years.

[Curley Cole]

How cool is that?  Not often one gets a treat handed to them...Once again Rod, Happy birthday......

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[Forty Rod]

Japanese subtitles for the songs ONLY.  Other than that it's as clean as an original.

[Delmonico]

Her's another fun one from John Prine, with some of his songs I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Linda Goes to Mars
John Prine

I just found out yesterday that Linda goes to Mars
Every time I sit and look at pictures of used cars
She'll turn on her radio and sit down in her chair
And look at me across the room, as if I wasn't there

Chorus:
Oh My stars! My Linda's gone to Mars
Well I wish she wouldn't leave me here alone
Oh My stars! My Linda's gone to Mars
Well, I wonder if she'd bring me something home.

Something, somewhere, somehow took my Linda by the hand
And secretly decoded our sacred wedding band
For when the moon shines down up on our happy, humble home
Her inner space gets tortured by some outer space unknown.

Repeat Chorus:

Now I ain't seen no saucers 'cept the ones upon the shelf
And if I ever seen one I'd keep it to myself
For if there's life out there somewhere beyond this life on earth
Then Linda must have gone out there and got her money's worth.

Repeat Chorus:

Yeah, I wonder if she'd bring me something home.

[Uncle Eph]

Del, throw some wood on the fire and give us the lyrics to the Flag decal song.

[Delmonico]

I couln't find that one, but I found another I've been lookin' for, goin' back to Harry again. One of my favorites by him.  As one of the few who ever read the credits on albums I discovered someone gets credit for the 57 Chevy startin' up at the beginnin' of the song.

Dirt Gets Under the Fingernails
by Harry Chapin

Now he was a man who worked with his hands
Only in a motor he found peace
He could make an engine sing like a bird
He could find his only kind of release
When he was up to the elbows in the grease.


She dreamed of a time for painting
As she was cleaning up his stains from the rug
She'd play all day with their children
And try to meet him with a welcome and hug
As he came shuffling through the house with a shrug


I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails
And hate gets under the skin
But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone
and the heart of a body that it's in.


While he was making magic with his piston machines
She was cleaning up the mess he'd left behind.
She was trying to make it through to the end of the day
With a little empty time
And do the painting that meant peace of mind.


I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails
And hate gets under the skin
But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone
and the heart of a body that it's in.


Well one day she didn't bother 'bout making his bed.
She hurried all the children out the door.
And she let the bills and the marketing go.
And she went and almost bought out an art supply store.


It just so happened that day he got to thinking.
Of the grease that always covered up his skin.
So he left the garage a little early
He got a shave and a manicure and trim
Came out clean as a plaster maniquin.


He came home in a hurry
But he almost didn't recognize the place.
It looked like it'd been hit by a hurricane.
There was canvas filling every open space.
And she had paint all over her face.


I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails
And hate gets under the skin
But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone
and the heart of a body that it's in.


They both stood stunned into silence
Then their laughter exploded like a shout
And he went out to make some magic in the kitchen
The clean man learning what cooking was about.
And the dirty girl painting her messy heart out.


I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails
And hate gets under the skin
But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone
and the heart of a body that it's in.


Thank You Harry, did not always agree with his poly-ticks, but I think the man was sincre and he often gave good advice in his music.  This is one of his best, may he rest in peace.

[Silver Creek Slim]

Del, throw some wood on the fire and give us the lyrics to the Flag decal song.

Mr. Google is great!

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore
© John Prine

    While digesting Reader's Digest
    In the back of a dirty book store,
    A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
    Fell out on the floor.
    Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
    Slapped it on my window shield,
    And if I could see old Betsy Ross
    I'd tell her how good I feel.

    Chorus:
    But your flag decal won't get you
    Into Heaven any more.
    They're already overcrowded
    From your dirty little war.
    Now Jesus don't like killin'
    No matter what the reason's for,
    And your flag decal won't get you
    Into Heaven any more.

    Well, I went to the bank this morning
    And the cashier he said to me,
    "If you join the Christmas club
    We'll give you ten of them flags for free."
    Well, I didn't mess around a bit
    I took him up on what he said.
    And I stuck them stickers all over my car
    And one on my wife's forehead.

    Repeat Chorus:

    Well, I got my window shield so filled
    With flags I couldn't see.
    So, I ran the car upside a curb
    And right into a tree.
    By the time they got a doctor down
    I was already dead.
    And I'll never understand why the man
    Standing in the Pearly Gates said...

    "But your flag decal won't get you
    Into Heaven any more.
    We're already overcrowded
    From your dirty little war.
    Now Jesus don't like killin'
    No matter what the reason's for,
    And your flag decal won't get you
    Into Heaven any more."

I found it at: http://www.jpshrine.org/

Slim