Posted on 06/11/2007 10:08:25 AM PDT by Jakarta ex-pat
Yes, I think he says “I can’t believe we got rich off this F@@@@@@ crap McCartney writes.” Or something like that.
Oops, what a coincidence.
Actually the story was back in the days when they only had 4-Track recording, in the middle John messed up a guitar part and said the F-Bomb, and the only way to remove it would have required re-recording the entire track, which obviously they decided against.
Oh, you were serious about that?
I left alot of money at a nudie bar in El Segundo once.
Whisper waves cloud the glass
Awake at last like a lover
It rushed around me talkin' sweet
Roll over, roll over, roll over
And in my ear he blew his name
It sounds so strange but I heard it plain
Mistral mistral wind
I have always held the wheel but
I let the wind steal my power
Spin me 'round lose my course
Nights run by like hours
Well, it would show me the way
To the deepest mountains
Too high and beautiful to be
Mistral, mistral wind
All the hours on the watch
I wait for that breeze to move me
And blow me back to that place
Magic space all through me
And I sigh your name
Across the empty water
You made a crazy dreamer out of me
Mistral, mistral, mistral, mistral,
Mistral, mistral
Bike
I’ve got a bike,
You can ride it if you like
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things
I’ve got a cloak it’s a bit of a joke
There’s a tear up the front it’s red and black
I’ve had it for months
If you think it could look good then I guess it should
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things
I know a mouse and he hasn’t got a house
I don’t know why I call him Gerald
He’s getting rather old but he’s a good mouse
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things
I’ve got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish, they’re on the dish
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything, everything if you want things
I know a room of musical tunes
Some rhyme, some ching, most of them are clockwork
Let’s go into the other room and make them work
Written by Syd Barrett
I actually prefer the remake by Rockwell, but thought these lyrics would win this particular contest on FR.
The nudie bar... Where the music stinks
and they water the drinks
the nudie bar
Where the girlies dance
in their underpants
the nudie bar
Where you see their butt
and their trap stays shut
at the nudie bar
Where you can't touch a breast
but you can cave in a chest
at the nudie bar
Where you look at a thigh
and blacken an eye
at the nudie bar
Where the beer gives you gas
but the Bundys kick a$$
at the nudie bar
Where a buck's enough
to see their stuff
at the nudie bar
Where the breasts may be fake
but man do they shake
at the nudie bar
Where you swear like a sailor
and wish you could nail her
at the nudie bar
Where the cops are at the door
and there's a Kennedy on the floor
at the nudie bar
Alrighty!!!
Ahhh... so you've been to the Wild Goose, have you? Not that I would know anything about that place, mind you.
“One Of These Nights”
One of these nights
One of these crazy old nights
We’re gonna find out
Pretty mama
What turns on your lights
The full moon is calling
The fever is high
And the wicked wind whispers
And moans
You got your demons
You got desires
Well, I got a few of my own
Oo, someone to be kind to in
Between the dark and the light
Oo, coming right behind you
Swear I’m gonna find you
One of these nights
One of these dreams
One of these lost and lonely dreams
We’re gonna find one
One that really screams
I’ve been searching for the daughter
Of the devil himself
I’ve been searching for an angel in white
I’ve been waiting for a woman who’s a little
Of both
And I can feel her but she’s nowhere
In sight
Oo, loneliness will blind you
In between the wrong and the right
Oo, coming right behind you
Swear I’m gonna find you
One of these nights
One of these nights
In between the dark and the light
Coming right behind you
Swear I’m gonna find you
Get ‘ya baby one of these nights
One of these nights
One of these nights
I can feel it
I can feel it
One of these nights
Coming right behind you
Swear I’m gonna find you now
One of these nights..
Eagles
If in fact such a place existed and I, in fact has visited there, I would not be disposed to discuss it at this time or any other time.
“Hook”
Blues Traveler
It doesn’t matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel I’ll convey
Some inner truth or vast reflection
But I’ve said nothing so far
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
And it don’t matter who you are
If I’m doing my job then it’s your resolve that breaks
Because the hook brings you back
I ain’t tellin’ you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely
There is something amiss
I am being insincere
In fact I don’t mean any of this
Still my confession draws you near
To confuse the issue I refer
To familiar heroes from long ago
No matter how much Peter loved her
What made the Pan refuse to grow
Was that the hook brings you back
I ain’t tellin’ you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely
Suck it in suck it in suck it in
If you’re Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn
Make a desperate move or else you’ll win
And then begin
To see
What you’re doing to me this MTV is not for free
It’s so PC it’s killing me
So desperately I sing to thee
Of love
Sure but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self
And I can’t keep these feeling on the shelf
I’ve tried well no in fact I lied
Could be financial suicide but I’ve got too much pride inside
To hide or slide
I’ll do as I’ll decide and let it ride till until I’ve died
And only then shall I abide by this tide
Of catchy little tunes
Of hip three minute diddys
I wanna bust all your ballons
I wanna burn of all your cities to the ground
But I’ve found
I will not mess around
Unless I play then hey
I will go on all day
Hear what I say
I have a prayer to pray
That’s really all this was
And when I’m feeling stuck and need a buck
I don’t rely on luck because
Because the hook brings you back
I ain’t tellin’ you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely
Fat Bottom Girls
Queen
Are you gonna take me home tonight ?
Ah down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out ?
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rockin’ world go round
Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery - huh
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me
Hey hey!
Wooh
I’ve been singing with my band
Across the wire across the land
I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies everytime
C’mon
Oh won’t you take me home tonight ?
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round
Hey listen here
Now I got mortgages on homes
I got stiffness in ma’ bones
Ain’t no beauty Queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still get my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me
Now get this
Oh (I know) you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out ?
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round yeah
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round
Get on your bikes and ride
Ooh yeah oh yeah them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls
Yeah yeah yeah
Alright, ride ‘em, c’mon
Fat bottomed girls - yes yes
Artist: Kevin Fowler
Song: Dont Touch My Willie
Album: Loose Loud Crazy
She showed up at my house at half past nine
In a low-cut dress with a bottle of wine
She said this will be a night you won’t forget
She poured us some drinks to get us into the mood
I reached for the lights, she reached for my tunes
She pulled out that Red Headed Stranger, I stood up and said
Don’t touch my Willie
I don’t know you that well
Help yourself to some Haggard or some Jones
Hell, or anybody else
I don’t know what you heard
I ain’t that kind of guy
Yeah so don’t touch my Willie,
We’ll get a long just fine
She said she never met a man like me in her life
Who wouldn’t share his Willie on the very first night
I said it’s nothing personal, don’t take it so hard
I don’t pull out my Willie for just anyone
There’s a lot of other records that you can choose from
So let me make myself clear before you go too far
Don’t touch my Willie
I don’t know you that well
Help yourself to some Haggard or some Jones
Hell, or anybody else
I don’t know what you heard
I ain’t that kind of guy
Yeah so don’t touch my Willie,
We’ll get a long just fine
Keep your hands off my Willie,
We’ll get along just fine
How Much I Lied
Words and Music by Gram Parsons and David Rivkin
Darlin’, there is one thing I must tell you, you must know
It’s so hard to say the words I feel
This fancy that I’m on’s been going on too long
It’s time to stop pretending things are real
‘Cause I’ve been living deep in sin, I’ve been living blind
And I just don’t know what’s right or wrong
To take a chance on losing you is such a silly thing to do
A chance I might wake up and find you gone
Blue, so blue, my love is burning blue
Any private flame could be a lie
Blue, so blue, my love still burns for you
But I know I’ll only make you cry
A thief can only steal from you
He cannot break your heart
He can never touch the precious things inside
Someone like you should surely be
Miles and miles away from me
Then you’d never care how much I lied.
So try to understand the pain
It takes so long when I explain
Please don’t you forget how much I lied
How much I lied...
Mexican Blackbird by ZZ Top. Hands down.
If youre down in Acuna and you aint up to being alone
Dont spend all your money on just any honey thats grown.
Go find the mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home.
They all call her her puta cause no one really knows her name.
She works the cantina, dancin and a-lovins her trade.
Her mama was mezcan and her daddy was the ace of spades.
Oh, lets drive that old chrysler down to mexico, boy.
Said, keep your hands on the wheel there.
Oh, it sure is fine, aint it?
Now, ya got it! hand me another one of them brews from back there.
Oh, this is gonna be so good.
Mm, shes hot as a pepper but smooth as a mexican brew.
So head for the border and put in an order or two.
The wings of the blackbird will spread like an eagle for you.
Oh, one more time,
Can you roll me another bull durham, please?
Cant you do it with one hand, boy?
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you’ve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
And everybody knows that it’s now or never
Everybody knows that it’s me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you’ve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
And everybody knows that you’re in trouble
Everybody knows what you’ve been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it’s coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
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