Song Lyrics.....

[Alan]

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

 

[G'ginna]

okay... you all didn't get my last one... so lets try something easier...

The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed
I didn't gave it much thought...
One day I was out there talking to my brother
Reached down for a weed to chew on
Things got fuzzy and things got blurry
And then everything was gone
I Didn't know what happened
But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin' burlap

I come to and my brother was there
And he said, 'What's wrong with your eyes?'
I said, 'I don't know, I was chewing on a weed'
He said, 'Let me give it a try'
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
Trying to find my brother, Bill
Caught up with him 'bout six o'clock the next mornin'
Naked, swinging on the windmill
He said he flew up there
I had to fly up and get him down
He was about half crazy

The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds
And put 'em in the sun to dry
Then we mashed 'em up and we cleaned 'em all
And put 'em in the corncob pipe
Smokin' them wildwood flowers got to be a habit
We didn't see no harm
We thought it was kind of handy
Take a trip and never leave the farm

 

[d'kid]

Just got back on--Yep, Karl, Nebraski is a BIG Harry Chapin fan--"Taxi"!

Terry
All, I can say is....

Yes, we have no Bananas....

No Bananas in Scranton, PA...

make you a deal deal on thirty thousand pounds, slightly mashed....



okay, next...

and waitress picked up her bar rag,
and wiped it across her eyes
and as she spoke, her voice came out as something like a sigh

she said I wish that I was beautiful, or you were half way blind
I wish I weren't so God damn fat...
I wish that you were mine
And I wish that you'd come with me...
when I leave for home
'cause we both know all about emptiness
and living all alone...


d'kid

 

[d'kid]

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
On a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises

Layin low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

The Boxer

d'kid

 

[d'kid]

woke up in a Soho doorway
The policeman knew my name
He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"
I staggered back to the underground
The breeze blew back my hair
I remembered throwing punches around
And preachin' from my chair

Who Are You?


d'kid

 

[d'kid]

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Bubba O'Reily

 

["Dr. Dirt"]

woke up in a Soho doorway
The policeman knew my name
He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"
I staggered back to the underground
The breeze blew back my hair
I remembered throwing punches around
And preachin' from my chair

Who are you? The Who

 

[Alan]

Who Are You?


d'kid

Alan......Who are you??

 

["Dr. Dirt"]

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Babba O'Reilly The Who

 

[Alan]

Who are you? The Who

Karl tree'd ya Doc!!!

 

["Dr. Dirt"]

Crap! Double Treed?

 

["Dr. Dirt"]

okay... you all didn't get my last one... so lets try something easier...

The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed
I didn't gave it much thought...
One day I was out there talking to my brother
Reached down for a weed to chew on
Things got fuzzy and things got blurry
And then everything was gone
I Didn't know what happened
But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin' burlap

I come to and my brother was there
And he said, 'What's wrong with your eyes?'
I said, 'I don't know, I was chewing on a weed'
He said, 'Let me give it a try'
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
Trying to find my brother, Bill
Caught up with him 'bout six o'clock the next mornin'
Naked, swinging on the windmill
He said he flew up there
I had to fly up and get him down
He was about half crazy

The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds
And put 'em in the sun to dry
Then we mashed 'em up and we cleaned 'em all
And put 'em in the corncob pipe
Smokin' them wildwood flowers got to be a habit
We didn't see no harm
We thought it was kind of handy
Take a trip and never leave the farm

Jim Stafford "The Wildwood Weed"
there's a one hit wonder/deep cut

 

[Alan]

The classic rock station here in the valley has some good stuff today.......


She likes the art museum, she don't like Pavlov's dog.
She fun at the mind museum, she likes it in a London fog.
She don't like other women, she likes whips and chains.
She likes cocaine and filppin' out with great Danes.
She's about all I can handle, it's too much for my brain.

 

[Alan]

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

 

[d'kid]

Rider on the Storm.... The Lizard King

 

["Dr. Dirt"]

Let's go deeper:

..... searched the continent for the man who done him in.
He found him in a bar-room in Bombasa drinking gin.
..... raised his ...... gun. He didn't say a word.
And he blew VanOwen's body from here to Johannesburg.

 

[d'kid]

Let's go deeper:

..... searched the continent for the man who done him in.
He found him in a bar-room in Bombasa drinking gin.
..... raised his ...... gun. He didn't say a word.
And he blew VanOwen's body from here to Johannesburg.

Roland The Thompson Gunner

d'kid

 

[d'kid]

Went Home with the waitress,
The way I always do...
How was I to Know,
She was with The Russians Too

d'kid

 

[Alan]

Went Home with the waitress,
The way I always do...
How was I to Know,
She was with The Russians Too

d'kid

Send lawyers, guns, and money
The S**t has hit the fan

 

[d'kid]

Send lawyers, guns, and money
The S**t has hit the fan

Wasn't a song, I was just Bragging....

d'kid