Posted on 06/11/2007 10:08:25 AM PDT by Jakarta ex-pat
I'm not really after songs like The Death of The Edmund Fitzgerald or cat's in the Cradle. (although great songs)
Choctaw Bingo
Strap them kids in
Give ‘em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke
We’re going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in years
It’s up at uncle Slayton’s cause he’s getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he’s still pretty spry
He’s not much on talking and he’s just too mean to die
And they’ll be comin’ down from Kansas
and from west Arkansas
It’ll be one great big old party like you never saw
Uncle Slayton’s got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He’s got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey ‘cause he still knows how
He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won’t say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala
Caught a great big ol’ blue cat on a driftin’ jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don’t sell
He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don’t sell
You know he likes his money he don’t mind the smel
lMy cousin Roscoe Slayton’s oldest boy from his second marriage up in Illinois
He was raised in East St. Louis by his momma’s people
Where they do things different
Thought he’d just come on down
He was going to Dallas Texas in a semi truck called from that big McDonald’s
You know the one they built up on that great big ol’ bridge
Across the Will Rogers Turnpike
Took the Big Cabin exit stopped and bought a couple of cartons of cigarettes
At that Indian Smoke Shop with the big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night
Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass
Roscoe tried to miss ‘em but he didn’t quiteBob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years running
But he says they won’t be this year no they won’t be this year
And he stopped off in Tushka at that “Pop’s Knife and Gun” place
Bought a SKS rifle and a couple a full cases of that steel core ammo
With the berdan primers from some East bloc nation that no longer needs ‘em
And a Desert Eagle that’s one great big ol’ pistol
I mean .50 caliber made by badass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR of Slayton’s
Soon as it gets dark we’re gonna have us a time
We’re gonna have us a timeRuth Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs
That’s one hell raisin’ town way up in Southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store
That’s got them Rolling Stones lips up there where everyone can see ‘em
And they burn all night you know they burn all night you know they burn all night
Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches and those skinny little halters
And they’re second cousins to me
Man I don’t care I want to get between ‘em
With a great big ol’ hard on like a old bois d’ arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gait from
Do some twisted sisters ‘til the cows come home
And we’d be havin’ us a time
Uncle Slayton’s got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He’s cut that corner pasture into acre lots`
He sells ‘em owner financed
Strictly to them that’s got no kind of credit ‘Cause he knows they’re slackers
When they miss that payment
Then he takes it back
He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
Drinks that Johnny Walker at that Club 69
We’re gonna strap them kids in give ‘em a little bit o’ Benadryl
And a cherry coke we’re goin’ to Oklahoma Gonna have us a time
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Feelings, wo-o-o feelings,
Good call. Tom Waits rules!
“New Routine”
Fountains of Wayne
Two men sit in the corner of a diner
Both of them look quite a bit like Carl Reiner
One of them is smoking even though the sign says not to
The waitress says to stop, he says sorry but I’ve got to
They tell each other jokes that they both know that they both know
They talk about real estate, prostates, Costco
And when they finish up they leave a twenty on the table
The waitress picks it up with their half-eaten bagels
And when her shift is over she goes back to Mineola
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I’m so, I’m so sick of this place I’m so ready for a change of pace
I’m just looking for a new routine
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She’s living in Liechtenstein
She doesn’t speak German, only high school Spanish
But within a few weeks she discovers she can manage
But there’s not much going on except for banking and skiing
So she breaks up with the man that she just started seeing
He drops her at the airport in a diesel Mercedes
Thinks to himself I’m so feeble with the ladies and I
I’m so, I’m so sick of this place
I’m so ready for a change of pace
I’m just looking for a new routine
So he grabs his cap
Throws a dart at a map
And now he’s living in Bowling Green
He talks his way into
A job at La Quinta
Falls for the manager
Who’s moving back to Canada
She’s tried Roanoke, Reykjavik, Rome
Says you’re really sweet but I just want to go home
Two men sit in the corner of a diner
One of them says I might take a trip to China
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“Darn it. I thought I was hip.”
I think they play Aqualung on the “Easy Listening” stations now. Along with Stairway to Heaven.
And to think that Chuck Magione could be opening for Jethro Tull at Branson right now....
Just how did you get that bitchin’ camaro?
Ian Anderson with his flute, Mangione with his french horn (or whatever the heck he plays.)
“The shareef dont like it”
I think he’s rockin’ out on a fluegelhorn. Along with the glockenspiel and glass harmonica, it is a much neglected instrument in American popular music.
You left out the cowbell.
There just can’t ever be enough cowbell high enough in the mix to please me. Unless it’s drowned out by the high-hat.
Brian
Top marks for not trying
So I’d like you to bless us with your effortlessness
We’d wait for and so trained and comforted
And I wonder
Are you putting us under
‘Cos we can’t take our eyes off his t-shirt
And ties combination
Well see ya later Innovator!
Some want to kiss some want to kick you
There’s not a net you couldn’t slip through
Or at least that’s the impression I get
‘Cos you’re smooth and you’re wet
And she’s not aware yet, but she’s yours
She’ll be sayin’ “Use me”
Show me the Jacuzzi
I imagine that it’s there on a plate
you’re our rendevouz rate
Means you’ll never be frightnened
To make em wait for a while
I doubt it’s your style
Not to get what you set
Out to acquire
The eyes are on fire
You are the un-forcasted storm
Calm, Collected and Commanding
(Top marks for not trying)
You hit the other story standing
With your ambitions and jokes
I bet there’s hundreds of blokes
That have wept ‘cos you’ve stolen their...
Thunder
Are you putting us under
‘Cos we can’t take our eyes of his t-shirt
and ties combination
Well see ya later
Innovator
35 posts and no one has come up with one of the most popular songs ever-—
Nah, nah, nah,nahnahnahnah, nahnahnahnah, hey Jude...
I heard the other day, that if you listen to "Hey Jude" carefully, you can hear a point where John Lennons throws an "F-Bomb."
Taxman
Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
’cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
’cause I’m the taxman, yeah I’m the taxman
If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I’ll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet.
Don’t ask me what I want it for
If you don’t want to pay some more
’cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
’cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
And you’re working for no one but me
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