The announcer sounds like David Letterman to me. My dad was a Wings fan but he had a t-shirt that said “Jesus saves” on the front and on the back it said,
“But Cournoyer scores on the rebound.”
It’s funny when I read lyrics. On songs I know I can hear the music in my head, the pauses and words that are extended. On songs I don’t know it’s hard for me to get into the rhythm\cadence. I’m not a good reader of poetry.
ISWYDT :)
I have to listen again for the voice.
Turns out it was DL
Well WZ and DL were good friends. Dave was really broken up when Zevon died. So I get that. So very cool. Thanks for the info.
More Zevon.
Play it All Night Long
Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don’t give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain’t been right since Vietnam
“Sweet home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Daddy’s doing Sister Sally
Grandma’s dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We’ll get through somehow
“Sweet home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
I’m going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain’t much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood
“Sweet home Alabama”
Play that dead band’s song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Very probably the only use of the word “brucellosis” in a rock’n’roll song.
When you’re lovers in a dangerous time,
Sometimes you’re made to feel as if your love’s a crime
Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
You gotta kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight
Lovers in a Dangerous Time by Bruce Cockburn
I always liked “If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice” from Freewill by Rush.
Indeed. XD
No no, it’s not your fault. The rhythms and meters of real poetry have to work when you just read the words straightforwardly; if they don’t, it’s the poet’s fault, not the reader’s. It’s exactly the extensions and splitting of syllables and the changes in syllabic emphasis wrought by music that keep song lyrics apart from poetry. That’s why when many lyrics that may move you when altered and enhanced by music just seem inane when written down.
I can’t forget this classic:
Yodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodo
yodeadodoyodeadodoyo-bab-baaaaa
Ahhhhhh-aaahhhh-aaaaaa-aaaaAAA!
Ohhhhhh-ooohhh-oooooo-oooOOO!
Yodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodo
yodeadodoyodeadodoyo-bab-baaaaa
Ahhhhhh-aaahhhh-aaaaaa-aaaaAAA!
Ohhhhhh-ooohhh-oooooo-oooOOO!
umdub-adaoh-segel-ungucur-ungetu-hungetur-hupreyu
undubea-unpedurl-humpelilly-luptodoro-licktetor-ulumpadero
umbader-lickatine-lupator-lackatera
batickatheplalera
theblumpalumpadera
ho?
ho ho ha haaaa!
Yodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodo
yodeadodoyodeadodoyo-bab-baaaaa
Ahhhhhh-aaahhhh-aaaaaa-aaaaAAA!
Ohhhhhh-ooohhh-oooooo-oooOOO!
Bom bom bom bom
Bom bom bom
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Bom bom bom
Bom bom bom
Bom bom bom bom bom bom
Bac bac bac bac bac backaaaaa!
Yeeeeha!
ba um um um um um
ba um um um um um
ba oooohhboooobooboboboooo!
Yodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodo
yodeadodoyodeadodoyo-bab-baaaaa
Ahhhhhh-aaahhhh-aaaaaa-aaaaAAA!
Ohhhhhh-ooohhh-oooooo-oooOOO!
Yeaah! Whoooo!
Focus. Love it.
That’s the problem with modern music - not enough yodeling!
I’ll see your focus and raise you one Trashmen:
A well a everybody’s heard about the bird
B-b-b bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
[Refrain]
A well a don’t you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a
[Chorus]
A well a everybody’s heard about the bird
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
[Break]
Surfin’ bird
B-b-b aah, aah!
Pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa
Pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa
Ooma mow mow, papa, ooma mow mow
[Bridge]
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Oom oom oom oom, ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa oom oom oom
Oom ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa a mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow
Papa oom oom oom oom, ooma mow mow
Oom oom oom oom, ooma mow mow
Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow
[Refrain]
Well a don’t you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
[Outro]
A well a ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow
I once sat in on a buddy’s college course, “The History of Rock and Roll”, where the professor, who also had stories about livin’ off Haight and Ashbury during the Summer of Love, and who also claimed to have recordings of when his roommate’s pals Janis and Jimi would jam in the basement, expounded on two Bob Dylan songs. One of them was Visions of Johanna. I had thought that it was about a bunch of roommates hanging out, a la an episode of Friends, wrapped up in Dylan’s daffy inscrutable lyrics. The prof insisted that it was quite scrutable. It was a message to Dylan’s fellow children of the Sixties. You can try (specifically!) sex or drugs or Art, the prof said that Dylan said, but something terribly important was missing. That something was Johanna. And maybe she was a metaphor too, but he didn’t want to go that far out on a limb speculating as to whether she was Religion, or what.
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mindIn the empty lot where the ladies play blindman’s bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the “D” train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s insane
Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near
She’s delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna’s not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my placeNow, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall
How can I explain?
It’s so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawnInside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeez, I can’t find my knees”
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruelThe peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him
Sayin’, “Name me someone that’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him”
But like Louise always says
“Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?”
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
Demon Host by Timber Timbre
Oh, oh oh ohh
Death, she must have been your will
A bone beneath the reaper’s veil
With your voice my belly sunk
And I began to feel so drunk
Candle, candle, on my clock
Oh Lord, I must have heard you knock me out of bed
As the flames licked my head
And my lungs filled up black in their tiny little shack
It was real and I repent
All those messages you sent, clear as day, but in the night
Oh, I couldn’t get it right
Oh, oh oh ohh
Here is a church and here is a steeple
Open the doors there are the people
And all their little hearts at ease
For another week’s disease
And eagle, eagle, talon, scream
I never once left in between
I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents
Down my throat, in to the pit, with my head upon the spit
Oh Reverend, please, can I chew your ear?
I’ve become what I most fear
And I know there’s no such thing as ghosts
But I have seen the demon host
Ooh, ooh ooh ohh
[Here’s a good one by Yipes! from 1980]
Hey Mister Einstein, brilliant as a man can be
Messing with the universe, thinking scientifically
Well, if you’re so smart, why’s your daughter hangin’ 'round with me?
Hey Mister Einstein, it don’t mean that much to me
If matter isn’t relative or MC squared don’t equal E
And my one-track mind says your little girl was meant for me
Poor Mister Einstein, working day and night
While your daughter works on ways to make me feel all right
Poor Mister Einstein, look what’s going on
All night long
Hey Mister Einstein, solving nature’s mystery
You might be quite observant, but there’s one thing that you can’t see
If you could look beyond your nose, you just might learn a couple things from me
Here in the back seat, far away from home
We’re doin’ some experimentin’ on our own
The old man can’t stand having me around
But I won’t back down
Oh Mister Einstein, Einstein
Einstein, Einstein