What's your favorite song right NOW?

[beagle001]

"Glass City"~ Two Cow Garage
been gettin LOTS of repeats lately

[The Black Canary]

great songs for cardio kick boxing!!! Gets the blood pumping!!!!! and she is pretty dam smoking hot!!!! and she can act!!!!

[Kudzu Guillotine]

Years grow shorter, not longer,
the more you've been on your own.
Feelings for movin' grow stronger
so you wonder why you ever go home,
wonder why you ever go home.

People are movin' so quickly.
Humor's in need of repair.
Same occupations and same obligations;
they've really got nothing to share,
like drivin' around with no spare.

River gets deeper not shallow,
the further you move down the stream.
Wonderin' if I can keep her as I
race to keep up with my dreams.
How they shine and glitter and gleam.

Jimmy Buffett "Wonder Why We Ever Go Home"

[Zip City]

[cortez the killer]

[The Black Canary]

OMG beautiful FCKN song!!! brought tears to my eyes and that low deep voice just gave me chills!!!!

On the list to pick up this weekend!!!

[lajakesdad]

I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts - X


The facts we hate, we'll never meet walking down the road.

Everybody yelling "hurry up!" "hurry up!"

But i'm waiting for you, I must go slow.

I must not think bad thoughts.

What is this world coming to?

Both sides are right but both sides murder.

I give up, why can't they?



I must not think bad thoughts.

I must not think bad thoughts.



The civil wars and the uncivilized wars.

conflagrations leap out of every poor furnace.

The food cooks poorly and everyone goes hungry.

from then on it's dog eat dog, dog eat body,body eat dog.


I can't go down there. I can't understand it.

I'm a no good coward, an american too, a north american that is,

not a south or a central or a native american.

oh i must not think bad thoughts.



I'm guilty of murder of innocent men,

innocent women, innocent children,thousands of them!

My planes, my guns, my money, my soldiers,

my blood on my hands, it's all my fault!



I must not think bad thoughts.

I must not think bad thoughts.



the facts we hate, you'll never hear us.

"I hear the radio is finally gonna play new music,

you know the british invasion?"

But what about the Minutemen, Flesh Eaters, DOA,

Big Boys and the Black Flag?

Will the last american band get played on the radio?

please bring the Flag, please bring the Flag!


Glitter disco, synthesizer, night school.

All this noble savage drum, drum, drum.

Astronauts going back in time to hang out with the cave people.

It's about time, it's about space.

It's about some people in the strangest place.

Woody Guthrie sang about b-e-e-t-s not b-e-a-t-s.


I must not think bad thoughts

I must not think bad thoughts

[The Black Canary]

[The Black Canary]

OMG this guy is amazing!!!!! I have been going thru his catalog all night and everything he does is GOLD!!!!

[Smitty]

I came in off a dead end street
Walked in slow and took a back row seat
I knew I had nothing new to say
So many people looked so burned out
I couldn't help feeling bad about just having to be there anyway

A friend of a friend from work came in
I never had known what to make of him
He'd always seemed to be so insincere to me
You know I've always been afraid of a 12 step crowd
They laugh too much and talk too loud
Like they all know where everyone should be

It's been a long long long year
It's been a long long long year
How did I get here?

They were talking in a circle, I was by myself
Everyone was telling everyone how they felt
It felt like so long since I'd been young
As the circle kept moving its way to the back
I was wondering what I was gonna say in fact
I still didn't know as it rolled off my tongue

It's been a long long long year
It's been a long long long year
How did I get here?

I didn't say a word all the way to the car
But a little later on that night at the bar
I was telling everybody how strange my day had been
They said brother all you need is another shot
So I threw one down and said thanks a lot
As I thought to myself well here we go again

It's been a long long long year
It's been a long long long year
How did I get here?

- todd snider

[cortez the killer]

[Smitty]

Yeah I've come to know the wishlist of my father.
I've come to know the shipwrecks where he wished.
I've come to wish aloud among the overdressed crowd.
Come to witness now the sinking of the ship.
Throwing pennies from the seatop next to it.

And I've come to roam the forest past the village
With a dozen lazy horses in my cart.
I've come here to get eyed
To do more than just get by
I've come to test the timber of my heart.
Oh I've come to test the timber of my heart.

And I've come to be untroubled in my seeking.
And I've come to see that nothing is for naught.
I've come to reach out blind
To reach forward and behind
For the more I seek the more I'm sought
Yeah, the more I seek the more I'm sought.

And I've come to meet the sheriff and his posse,
To offer him the broad side of my jaw.
I've come here to get broke,
Then maybe bum a smoke.
We'll go drinking two towns over after all.
Well, we'll go drinking two towns over after all.

And I've come to meet the legendary takers.
I've only come to ask them for a lot.
Oh they say I come with less than I should rightfully possess.
I say the more I buy the more I'm bought.
And the more I'm bought the less I cost.

And I've come to take their servants and their surplus.
And I've come to take their raincoats and their speed.
I've come to get my fill
To ransack and spill.
I've come to take the harvest for the seed.
I've come to take the harvest for the seed.

And I've come to know the manger that you sleep in.
I've come to be the stranger that you keep.
I've come from down the road,
And my footsteps never slowed.
Before we met I knew we'd meet.
Before we met I knew we'd meet.

And I've come here to ignore your cries and heartaches.
I've come to closely listen to you sing.
I've come here to insist
That I leave here with a kiss.
I've come to say exactly what I mean.
And I mean so many things.

And you've come to know me stubborn as a butcher.
And you've come to know me thankless as a guest.
But will you recognize my face
When God's awful grace
Strips me of my jacket and my vest,
And reveals all the treasure in my chest?

[Smitty]

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php ... nts&ref=nf

[Erdlivz]

The first time I heard Visions of Johanna it scared the shit out of me. I was tripping balls and trying to force myself to sleep. Bad idea. On the flipside, I was in a weird, uncommitted place in life and this song hit me hard. Pretty much careless, like we all were once. Nonetheless, I was actually shying away from this song for some time after because of that. That was years ago and it reigns in my head as my favorite Dylan song. I'm no Dylanist by any means, but that song captures so much of him and what he was about. Fucking stupendous.

These lyrics brought me down and got me going in 98-99.


"Now, 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
Oh, how can I explain ?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn."

Acid can be great in the right dosages, eh.

[Erdlivz]

............so anyways, that's what I'm listening to dammit. i'm generally not that open. happy thanksgiving.

[Smitty]

Louise only got from me innocent poetry
Although she played to not listen
But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else
Ever could offer the same

Some say she knowingly tastes like a recipe
All those so foolish and willing
I said, "Babe, I can picture you bend as if wanting to
Bow as the curtain goes down"

Cuddle some men, they'll remember you bitterly
Fuck 'em, they'll come back for more
I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me
Then came a knock at the door

I came for my woman, he came with a razor blade
Bound like us all for the ocean
I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death
Of a man who would take her from me

Some say they saw in me innocent poetry
Some say they'll never be certain
But still it's been written, a history of lovers
In giving, and taking, and ink

Cuddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly
Cut 'em, they'll come back for more
I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me
Then came the knock at the door

Louise came to rescue me, missing the irony
Blood made her heart change its beating
I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death
Of a man she found better than me

- Iron & Wine

[Smitty]

Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out but when they will I can only guess
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I can’t help it if I’m lucky

People see me all the time and they just can’t remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I couldn’t believe after all these years, you didn’t know me better than that
Sweet lady

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the backroads headin’ south
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven’t known peace and quiet for so long I can’t remember what it’s like
There’s a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin’ out of a boxcar door
You didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin’ every battle

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin’ ’bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin’ me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies
One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzin’ around your eyes
Blood on your saddle

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn’t enough to change my heart
Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good, you’ll find out when you reach the top
You’re on the bottom

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can’t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don’t look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the
building burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the
springtime turned
Slowly into Autumn

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I can’t feel you anymore, I can’t even touch the books you’ve read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin’ I was somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin’ glory

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I’m finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
You’ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
And I’ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We’re idiots, babe
It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves

Copyright © 1974 by Ram's Horn Music; renewed 2002 by Ram’s Horn Music

[Steve French]

THIS is rock n roll.

anger and power.

[Smitty]

It’s the day before Thanksgiving I’m not feeling much of thanks
Just a low-grade desperation leaves me reeling in the ranks
Just when I think I’m getting somewhere it’s somewhere further to fall
It’s the day before Thanksgiving that is all

I don’t believe the pilgrims sat with Indians for a feast
A self-proclaimed holy sailor doesn’t break bread with his beast
But then again he had a musket and the Indian had a knife
And the musket man could make him eat for life

I don’t believe this country’s manifestering destiny
Someone just cooked it up and it is fed to you and me
They tell us who to love and war and never ask for help
And they cannot stand us thinking for ourselves

The day before Thanksgiving back in 1991
A millionaire let me drive his Mercedes just for fun
And I drove it with the top down on them Blue Ridge Mountain roads
He let me keep it thirteen weeks or so

And I know what he was saying with that car that wasn’t mine
That I could have one too if I just did not cross the line
But lines were made for crossing and I was born to crack the code
And there ain’t no shame in walking down this road

So it’s turkey breast and stuffing with gravy on the top
Mashed potatoes, peas and dinner rolls, you use them like a mop
Got my position at the table, got a child to say my grace
And a wife and boss that keeps me in my place

It’s the day before Thanksgiving I’m not feeling much of thanks
Just a low-grade desperation leaves me reeling in the ranks
Just when I think I’m getting somewhere it’s somewhere further to fall
It’s the day before Thanksgiving that is all

- Darrell Scott

[dee dee]

Otis Gibbs - Something More. here's a link to an mp3. http://soundcloud.com/wirralaudio/otis-gibbs-something-more#play

[Smitty]

You'd never know by looking
We were ever more than strangers
But, we're celebrating ten years
Of wedded bliss

She made the rounds as usual
While, I sit here stoned, as usual
Lord, I can't believe we survived
Ten years of this

Ten years together
A million nights alone
Whose mistake is it?
What do we blame it on?

If someone else would tell me
What I already know in my mind
I'm afraid I'd start talking
With my fists

But, I know, I'm all lying
What ain't dead, by now is dying
What in hell kept us together
For ten years of this?

Ten years together
A million nights alone
Whose mistake is it?
What do we blame it on?

Maybe you start cheating
Because you married so young
Whatever it is
I can't go home

I know, I can't take it
Too long, I've had to fake it
I just don't think we can make it
Through ten more years of this

In the mid 80's, while touring Florida with Tom Petty, Bob Dylan sought out Gary Stewart and went to his methlab of a trailer to tell him he was obsessed with this song.

['Scratch]

Such a great song. The mandolin(?) solo at 2:50 blows me away every time. Not fancy, but deep.

[The Black Canary]

Johnson Jamey
Song: Cover Your Eyes
Album: The Guitar Song
Jamey Johnson Sheet Music


I'm sorry a phone call
Is the best I could do at this time
Your busy
But this on again off again
Is start'n to mess with my mind
So baby

Cover your eyes
It can't hurt forever
Soon I wont ever cross your mind
Cover your eyes
It don't see me going
There's no way of knowing
When it's time to cry
Cover your eyes

Darl'n if you wake up tomorrow
And everything seems different
If I only exists as a name
On your telephone screen
Well hey listen

Cover your eyes
It can't hurt forever
Soon I wont ever cross your mind
Cover your eyes
It don't see me going
There's no way of knowing
When it's time to cry
Cover your eyes

Cover your eyes
It can't hurt forever
Soon I wont ever cross your mind
Cover your eyes
It don't see me going
There's no way of knowing
When it's time to cry
Cover your eyes

[Smitty]

On the outskirts of expansion, looking out from Blueprint peak
The flow is flooding of urban setters panning through rivers running dry.
Numbers roll on in, smiling a lottery grin, a sadness blurs the eye...
It's just a matter of time before they're moving on
It's just a matter of time before they're moving on
Doesn't take much time for plans to go wrong
and chase another ghost of a chance.
In the shadows of chain-store ghost towns
where no one walks the streets at night,
a silent nation hooked on medication,
stares into a blue flickering light.
the young drift off alone
and the old are whisked away
and prospects keep looking up,
but the line's getting longer on the lost highway,
the line's getting longer on the superstition highway
Doesn't take much time for plans to go astray
and chase another ghost of a chance
They say deep down inside, lie properties of a healing
kind,

If so it'd better come around soon
and do a little bit of service and repair
do a little bit of service and repair
do a little more service and repair
Doesn't take much time for plans to change
and offer up another chance
for a little bit more service and repair
do a little bit of service and repair
Doesn't take much time for plans to change
and offer up another chance
at sewing the dream better suited for both soul and
soil.

Calexico - Service & Repair

[Beebs]

John Moreland - Stoned

[Smitty]

She asked for her mama’s bathrobe
And a pot of potato soup
She’s gonna dry out this time if it kills her
She wants the whole family in the loop

She can outsmart death like a stuntman
She’s a cat with 99 lives
She’s my heroin addict sister
And I’ve known her all my life

She's my heroin addict sister
And I hate to see her go
And I hate to see her holdin' old
to the end of the same old rope
the end of the same ole rope

She pushes a tiny needle
It’s like the devil’s DNA
It takes her somewhere she’s just gotta go
But can’t afford to stay

She stripped for a while in Connecticut
Got married at least 5 times
Every one of them men was crazy about her
So she married a couple of em twice

She’s a certified underwater welder
She can cook, clean, and crochet
She can flash a smile from her sweet weary soul
That’ll melt all your doubts away

She's my heroin addict sister
And I hate to see her go
And I hate to see her holdin' old
to the end of the same old rope
the end of the same ole rope

She’s high at the homeless shelter
When she’s had it out with my niece
She don’t notice the holes in her clothes
Or perverted Orlando police

I’ve been so mad I wanted to kill her
So worried I had to cry
Such crazy stories I can’t help but laugh
So scared of when she’s gonna die

She called outside of Atlanta
Been dodging them big ole trucks
Ya know she cleaned up in Tennessee one time before
She just needs a couple hundred bucks
And she just needs to be with us

We all say "Thank God mama
Ain’t here to go through it this time
She’s in heaven telling them Macon County cops
Better give her baby a ride"
And they got to her just in time

She's my heroin addict sister
And I hate to see her go
And I hate to see her holdin' old
to the end of the same old rope
the end of the same ole rope
Always at the end of the rope

Elizabeth Cook

[never going back]

Torn and Frayed
Rolling Stones

Hey let him follow you down,
Way underground wind and he's bound.
Bound to follow you down,
Just a dead beat right off the street.
Bound to follow you down.
Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos
And dressing rooms filled with parasites.
On stage the band has got problems,
They're a bag of nerves on first nights.
He ain't tied down to no home town,
Yeah, and he thought he was wreckless.
You think he's bad, he thinks you're mad,
Yeah, and the guitar player gets restless.

And his coat is torn and frayed,
It's seen much better days.
Just as long as the guitar plays
Let it steal your heart away,
Let it steal your heart away.

Joe's got a cough, sounds kind a rough,
Yeah, and the codeine to fix it.
Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies,
Who's gonna help him to kick it

Well his coat is torn and frayed,
It`s seen much better days.
Just as long as the guitar plays
Let it steal your heart away,
Let it steal your heart

[cortez the killer]

[Kudzu Guillotine]

Contains some of my favorite lines of any song in recent memory, particularly this one:

All these people on the couch
Are acting like they live here
All the smoke and alcohol
We just wanna be around someone...

If you like what you hear by all means be sure to check out Ryan's Donkey LP. You can sample tracks from it at CD Baby or his MySpace site. In another time and place this stuff would be all over rock n' roll radio.

*** Edited to add: I'm not sure why the MySpace link takes you to Google's homepage, I tried it in another browser (I'm currently using Chrome and tried it in Safari) and it did the same thing. Strange.

*** Edited again to add: The link to Ryan's MySpace seems to be working now. Anyone give it a listen? If so, what'd you think?

[dogstar]

Time for me to go away
I'll get a new name, I'll get a new face
Time for me to go away
No I don't belong in this place

But I'm not gonna ask you why
You think the parade has passed you by
Or if everything good is gone into the western sky

I hate to see you look that way
All the beauty has left your face
That's such an easy thing to give away
That's impossible to replace

So I'll take you in my two weak hands
And I'll throw you so high
Watch you fall forever in the western sky
And when you land you'll turn into some kind of prize
Into somebody's sweet prize

I won't see you no more
Who am I to rate that high
The world's a shadow of what went before
The world gives off none of it's own light

So please be happy baby
And please don't cry
Even though the parade has passed us by
Well you can still see it shining in the western sky
So why won't you stop crying
You can still see it shining