What's your favorite song right NOW?

[Smitty]

You know you sell yourself too short
Then again you always did
Living in a trailer by the highway
With one too many kids

Who is that guy you married anyway
And do you think he'd fix my car?
Do you know what you are doing
Do you remember who you are?


You're drinking from the speed rack of life
You know that all that rotgut takes its toll
Always liked it fast, always liked it hard
But now you're growin old
Now you're growin old

You hold a special place in my heart
Cause you broke it through and through
I never loved another woman
Then again I don't love you

You're drinking from the speed rack of life
Can't count the times that you been bought and sold
Always like it fast, always like it hard
But now you're growin old
Now you're growin old

You're drinking from the speed rack of life
You know that all that rot gut takes its toll
Always liked it fast, always liked it hard
But now you're growin old
the Hangdogs, Speed Rack

[Smitty]

He tried to do his best but he could not
and I been starvin to be alone
independtn from the scene trhat I've known
ok thats cheatin

[Tequila Cowboy]

Louisiana Rain- Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Well it was out in California by the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in and it left its mark on me
Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all those China toys
And I know she really didn't mean a thing to any of those sailor boys

Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby I'm noticing the change as I move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

South Carolina put out its arms for me
Right up until everything went black somewhere on Lonely Street
And I still can't quite remember who helped me to my feet
Thank God for a love that followed the angel's remedy

Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

Well I never will get over this English refugee
Singing to the jukebox in some all-night beanery
Yeah he was eating pills like candy and chasing them with tea
You should have seen him lick his lips, that old black muddied beak

Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby I'm noticing the change as I move down the street
Louisian rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

[cortez the killer]

He tried to do his best but he could not
and I been starvin to be alone
independtn from the scene trhat I've known
ok thats cheatin

The Tonight's the Night album medley.

[Smitty]

I don't look the way the average cowboy singer looks
I'll admit I've taken things I never should of took
You can read a different story in a lot of different books
But even then you won't really know
How it was a long time ago

Women have been my trouble since I found out they weren't men
In spite of that I stopped and took a wife now and then
They built their fences high but they couldn't hold me in
I was born with a fire down below
And I learned to fly a long time ago

Don't ask me about the years I spent out in the rain
About the ones I spent in love or the ones I spent insane
Don't ask me who I gave my seat to on that plane
I think you already know
I told you that a long time ago

Me and ol' Willie, Lordy we've been sold and bought
I guess you all heard about some kind of system that we fought
We ain't the only outlaws just the only ones they caught
They tried to run us off but Willie's slow
I quit running a long time ago(Jennings, Silverstein)


ranks up there with "Before they make me run" in terms of badassness

[never going back]

Hold You In My Arms- Ray Lamontagne

When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever

When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
My worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face
Close my eyes and say
That love is a poor man's food
Don't prophesize
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever

So now we see how it is
This fist begets the spear
Weapons of war
Symptoms of madness
Don't let your eyes refuse to see
Don't let your ears refuse to hear
Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever
And I could hold you in my arms
I could hold on forever

[TW_2.0]

The Henry Clay People - Working Part Time

[Penny Lane]

Richard Hawley "Early Morning Rain"

[Clams]

well I used to wake the mornin
befor the rooster crowed
searchin for soda bottles to get my self some dough
brought em down to the corner
down to the country store
cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe
old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
when he had a fifth of wine he didnot have a care
he used to own and old dobro used to play across his knee
I'd give old Curt my money he play all day for me


play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe
well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro
people said he was useless them people all were fools
cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

he looked to be 60 maybe I was 10
momma used to whoop me
but I'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet tryin to keep in time
well he'd play me a song or 2 then take another drink of wine


play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe
well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro
people said he was useless but them people all were fools
cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

on the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
old preacher said some words
they chucked him in the clay
well he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
and on the day he lost his life thats all he had to lose


play me a song Curtie Lowe Curtis Lowe
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
people said he was useless but them people all were fools
cuz Curtis your finest picker to ever play the blues

The Ballad of Curtis Lowe
Skynyrd

[Smitty]

well I used to wake the mornin
befor the rooster crowed
searchin for soda bottles to get my self some dough
brought em down to the corner
down to the country store
cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe
old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
when he had a fifth of wine he didnot have a care
he used to own and old dobro used to play across his knee
I'd give old Curt my money he play all day for me


play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe
well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro
people said he was useless them people all were fools
cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

he looked to be 60 maybe I was 10
momma used to whoop me
but I'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet tryin to keep in time
well he'd play me a song or 2 then take another drink of wine


play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe
well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro
people said he was useless but them people all were fools
cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

on the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
old preacher said some words
they chucked him in the clay
well he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
and on the day he lost his life thats all he had to lose


play me a song Curtie Lowe Curtis Lowe
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
people said he was useless but them people all were fools
cuz Curtis your finest picker to ever play the blues

The Ballad of Curtis Lowe
Skynyrd

[joelle]

wednesday
drive by truckers
a blessing and a curse

[Penny Lane]

Hello (in there) John Prine

[dime in the gutter]

meet me at tommy's/hang dogs

well, i hear you're living with some pasty post-punk Brit
And that every martini bar in Soho thinks you're the shit
They say we got lives to live, so let's burn this fucking bridge
Cast the ash upon the water and drink until we forget

Meet me down at Tommy's for one last round, toast the asshole you made of me
We can fire up the juke, play a Hangdogs song, so I can regain some self-esteem
Meet me down at Tommy's we can close it down and you can give me back my key
I want to see you one last time, then just a blur where you used to be

Smoke cigars and spout your angst-filled free-verse poetry
Hell, girl, it ain't what you say, it's what they see

I hear you're hanging with the hippest of crowds
Hear you spout Kerouac and dress real seventies to do any poseur proud
Good luck with your new nose-ring, and if you ever want more than the latest thing
I'll be down at Tommy's drinking Pabst and playing loud

I want to see you one last time, then just a blur where you used to be

[Duke Silver]

Whatcha gonna do when the pond runs dry?
Lay on the bank and watch the crawdads die...

-Ruby, by Roadside Graves

[rlipps]

[Tequila Cowboy]

[NC DBT Dad]

Stones - Soul Survivor

[never going back]

"Let's Get Lost" by Beck and Bat for Lashes

Touch me I'm cold, unable to control
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling tumbling, don't go fascination
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost

Let me come closer, I'm not your shadow
With our eyes shielding from the oncoming counts
It's not hard for us to say what we should not

If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost

Touch me I'm cold, unable to control
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling tumbling, don't go fascination

If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost

Oooooh ooooooh oooooh
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost

[joelle]

fucking incredible.
leaves me breathless.



I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.


leo c.


pretty sweet covers

[brettac1]

Leonard Cohen is amazing.

[The Black Canary]

Check out Time in Vegas - DBT

[never going back]

Chop and Change by The Black Keys

an innocent child in new orleans
a simple girl from simple means
walked the rails
rode her thumb
she hitched a ride with everyone

the regular, she'd rearrange
the girl knew how to chop and change
chop and change
chop and change
chop and change
chop and change

took a job workin late
jackin cars from out of state
she found no love in this town
so she'd never mess around
had no luck but aint it strange
the girl knew how to chop and change

[FlounderinDC]

And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord there's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people out there like you

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
I'll go my way alone
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord for the people I have found
I thank the Lord for the people I have found

['Scratch]

You have forsaken all the love you’ve taken
Sleeping on a razor, there’s nowhere left to fall
Your body’s aching, every bone is breaking
Nothing seems to shake it, it just keeps holding on
Ah ah ah ah...

Your soul is able, death is all you cradle
Sleeping on the nails, there’s nowhere left to fall
You have admired, every man desires
Everyone is king when there’s no one left to pawn
Ah ah ah ah...

There is no peace here, war is never cheap here
Love will never need it, it just gets sold for parts
You cannot fight it, all the world denies it
Open up your eyelids and let your demons run
Ah ah ah...

I thread the needle through, you beat the devil’s tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil’s tattoo



BRMC Beat the Devil's Tattoo

[joelle]

ain't no new ground being broken here
it ain't even that great of a song
but i really like it
i like the words,i like the bass line and drums
kind of everly brother-ish. i just like it. that is all. and some more...





Sweet love standing at my gate
Oh my sweet love
It sure would feel good to feel good again
Oh my sweet love

You say that you need me
You’ll always believe me
Oh my sweet love
That our love is forever
We’ll always be together
Oh my sweet love

You say you’ll always come through
There’s nothing that you won’t do
Oh my sweet love
But I’ve heard it all before
I can’t beg you anymore
Oh my sweet love

You’re the woman who knows exactly what she’s doing
You’re the girl who ate the apple off the tree
When you’re good you’re just crazy, when you’re bad you’re too much

You say you’d never hurt me
You’ll never desert me
Oh my sweet love
That your words are always true
I can depend on you
Oh my sweet love

When you get in the wind
And all the storms begin
Oh my sweet love
When you’re sad and dismantled
And all your senses rattled
Oh my sweet love

You’re the woman who knows exactly what she’s doing
You’re the girl who ate the apple off the tree
When you’re good you’re just crazy, when you’re bad you’re too much

Sweet love standing at my gate
Oh my sweet love
It sure would feel good to feel good again
Oh my sweet love

[Clams]

Man on the Moon--->Night Swimming--->Find the River

[Steve French]

playing this on HIGH ROTATE today

[TW_2.0]

[Penny Lane]

Man on the Moon--->Night Swimming--->Find the River

YES. Blast from the past....love that album...

[The Black Canary]

DBT-Heathens

Soemthing about the wrinkle in your forehead
Tells me there's a fit about to get thrown