woodworker Posted March 7, 2015 Share Posted March 7, 2015 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8aPnm6lIWY Here's another one with those kids singing in the background. They have good voices. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
woodworker Posted March 7, 2015 Share Posted March 7, 2015 Here's another one that goes back to those days. David Blue. Someone who wrote a number of songs that others have made famous. But only a few seemed to ever hear of him. He was different. And he takes a little getting used to, but then he begins to stick to you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
woodworker Posted March 7, 2015 Share Posted March 7, 2015 Time to turn a page. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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KarenKraft Posted March 8, 2015 Share Posted March 8, 2015 LYRICS They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They’ve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they’re restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy “It takes one to know one,” she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning “You Belong to Me I Believe” And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend You better leave” And the only sound that’s left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortune-telling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing He’s getting ready for the show He’s going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession’s her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah’s great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They’re trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She’s in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read “Have Mercy on His Soul” They all play on pennywhistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains They’re getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They’re spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls “Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row” Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero’s Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody’s shouting “Which Side Are You On?” And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot Fighting in the captain’s tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the doorknob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can’t read too good Don’t send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
woodworker Posted March 8, 2015 Share Posted March 8, 2015 If your old enough to remember this song when it was still fresh and new; then your probably old enough to remember phone booths, and where a phone call only cost a dime. However, if you knew the knack you could get the phone call to connect with just a penny. You simply drop the penny in and at the same time hit the coin return with the palm of your hand. Sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you end up with a sore hand before you get your call to go through. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarenKraft Posted March 9, 2015 Share Posted March 9, 2015 Not nearly old enough, but my dad played Dylan and told me about payphone plays. He said that the idea was to drill a tiny hole in a quarter and then run a thin stainless steel wire through the hole. Call the "Long Distance Operator" and when she says, "That'll be fourteen dollars - please deposit quarters in sets of four...." you just pull the quarter wire up and down in sets of four until the operator tells you to stop. For me, there's never been "long distance" phone calls. It's all free nationally and nearly free using the web. My dad had (has) a thing for early Bob Dylan albums. When I was growing up, he played them enough for me to learn the lyrics -- mostly, but not entirely correctly, that is. But this is Juke Box. Here's a contribution: This night ain't for the faint of heart For the faint of heart, for the faint of heart This night ain't for the faint of heart 'Cause the faint of heart gonna fall apart This night ain't for the holy man with the holy plan For the promise land This night we got the evil hand And the evil hand gonna raise the dead Ain't no sleep when the wicked play All we do is get laid Ain't no love when the wicked run All we do is try to lay off Lay off, lay off We the WICKED ONES, WICKED ONES This night ain't for the faint of heart For the faint of heart, for the faint of heart This night ain't for the faint of heart 'Cause when the train wreck comes gonna leave them out Ain't no sleep when the wicked play All we do is get laid Ain't no love when the wicked run All we do is try to lay off Lay off, lay off We the WICKED ONES, WICKED ONES [guitar break] Ain't no sleep when the wicked play All we do is get laid Ain't no love when the wicked run All we do is try to lay off Lay off, lay off We the WICKED ONES, WICKED ONES Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jamie140 Posted March 12, 2015 Share Posted March 12, 2015 One of the all time greats ... Jerry Lee Lewis ........https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaFsysGHeqs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarenKraft Posted March 13, 2015 Share Posted March 13, 2015 https://youtu.be/Y6j_0NGWT9Y ============== "Island In The Sun" Hip hip Hip hip Hip hip Hip hip When you're on a holiday You can't find the words to say All the things that come to you And I wanna feel it too On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain Hip hip Hip hip When you're on a golden sea You don't need no memory Just a place to call your own As we drift into the zone On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain We'll run away together We'll spend some time forever We'll never feel bad anymore Hip hip Hip hip Hip hip On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain We'll run away together We'll spend some time forever We'll never feel bad anymore Hip hip We'll never feel bad anymore No no We'll never feel bad anymore No no No no No no Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KarenKraft Posted March 20, 2015 Share Posted March 20, 2015 Lyrics to Agapimu [in Greek]: Asteri mou fengari mou tis anoiksis klonari mou konta sou thartho pali, konta sou thartho mian avgi gia na sou paro ena fili kai na me pareis pali agapi mou agapi mou i nihta tha mas parei t'astra ki o ouranos to kryo to fengari tha s'agapo tha zo mes to tragoudi tha m'agapas tha zeis me ta poulia tha s'agapo tha ginoume tragoudi tha m'agapas tha ginoume poulia ==== English translation (of sorts): My star, my moon My star, my moon, my spring flower I'll come next to you again, I'll come next to you one dawn so that I take a kiss from you, and you take me again my love, my love, the night will take us away the stars and the sky and the cold moon I'll love you, I'll live in the song you'll love me, you'll live with the birds I'll love you, we'll become a song you'll love me, we'll become birds The river is too shallow and the ocean is too small to take away my longing To turn away your eyes to suppress your oaths from my thoughts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
corboblanc Posted March 20, 2015 Share Posted March 20, 2015 a cool site that lets you listen to music from 1900 to the present, in most countries of the world. simply choose a country and year. not much choice at the moment because it is for users to thicken the database. An interesting site and follow .... http://beta.radiooooo.com/# Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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