Just singing along with one of my favorite Dylan songs and wondering . . .

 

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe

"I thought you'd never say hello," she said

"You look like the silent type."

Then she opened up a book of poems

And handed it to me

Written by an Italian poet

From the thirteenth century.

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burnin' coal

Pourin' off of every page

Like it was written in my soul from me to you,

Tangled up in blue.

 

I lived with them on Montague Street

In a basement down the stairs,

There was music in the cafes at night

And revolution in the air.

Then he started into dealing with slaves

And something inside of him died.

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside.

And when finally the bottom fell out

I became withdrawn,

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,

Tangled up in blue.

Sooooooo, Tex is stoned

Sooooooo, Tex is stoned

 

trying to get reelected Soxtalk's Drinking Buddy Award

This has been on my ipod the last week

 

Creeper Lagoon "Dead Man's Saloon"

 

running down to the dead man saloon/ drinks are wild in the afternoon/ let her

cool down so you can sleep tonight/ holding dear to the lifeless champagne/ she

has left you with no sustain/ you are slowing down so you can be free again/

 

tripping out by yourself/ on the great plains/ go and catch all the falling

airplanes/ gonna tear that stadium down/ to the ground/ forever asleep/ my soul

will keep/ no one hears from the star crossed dry room/ gotta run can wait i'll

die soon/ gonna turn my amplifier on/ like a bell calms me down/ the guitar

sound/

 

running down to the dead man saloon/ drinks are wild in the afternoon/

let her cool down so you can sleep tonight/ holding dear to the lifeless

champagne/ she has left you with no sustain/ you are slowing down so you can be

free again/ i am afraid of the things you do to me/ gonna stand on a hill of

sapphire/ son clara who writes in black fire/ gonna turn that orchestra on/

like a bell/ calms me down/ the cello sound/

 

running down to the dead man

saloon/ drinks are wild in the afternoon/ let her cool down so you can sleep

tonight/ she has left you with no sustain/ you are slowing down so you can be

free again

 

 

 

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip

My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it.

 

One and one make two

Two and one make three

It was destinyyyyyyyy

Edited September 25, 200916 yr by ChiSox_Sonix

1-2-3, oh, that's how elementary it's gonna be

C'mon, let's fall in love, it's easy (it's so easy)

Like takin' candy (like takin' candy) from a baby

 

A-B-C (A-B-C) fallin' in love with you was easy for me (easy for me)

And you can do it, too, it's easy (it's so easy)

Like takin' candy (like takin' candy) from a baby

 

Baby, there's nothin' hard about love

Basically, it's as easy as pie

The hard part is livin' without love

Without your love, baby, I would die

 

And it's one, two, three,

What are we fighting for ?

Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,

Next stop is Vietnam;

And it's five, six, seven,

Open up the pearly gates,

Well there ain't no time to wonder why

Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro. Matty told Hatty 'bout a thing she saw. Had two big horns, and a wooly jaw. Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully. ...

 

Wooly Bully. ...

 

Wooly Bully. ...

 

Wooly Bully.

Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro. Matty told Hatty 'bout a thing she saw. Had two big horns, and a wooly jaw. Wooly Bully, Wooly Bully. ...

 

Wooly Bully. ...

 

Wooly Bully. ...

 

Wooly Bully.

Profound.

Oh my darlin

knock three times on the ceiling if you want me

twice on the pipe if the answer is no

One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do

Two can be as bad as one

It's the loneliest number since the number one

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When i'm sixty-four.

Who put the bomp

In the bomp bah bomp bah bomp?

Who put the ram

In the rama lama ding dong?

Who put the bop

In the bop shoo bop shoo bop?

Who put the dip

In the dip da dip da dip?

Who was that man?

I'd like to shake his hand

He made my baby

Fall in love with me (yeah!!)

 

It don't mean a thing when the lead is singin'

Or when he goes Hi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah

Mr. Bass Man, I'm askin' just one thing:

Will you teach me? Yeah, the way you sing?

'Cause Mr. Bass Man, I wanna be a bass man too, d-d-b-bop-a-bop

Try this, b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...

Mr. Bass Man, I think I'm really with it

B-did-did-a-boom-boom, a-boom-boom-b-dit-dit-dit-dit

Oh, Mr. Bass Man, now I'm a bass man too, d-d-b-bop-a-bop

That's it, b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...

I wonder if the meaning of most of these songs is, "We smoked marijuana."

How happy life could be if all of mankind

Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind

 

 

But please realize you'll probably be surprised

For it's the land unknown to man

Where fantasy is fact

So if you can, please understand

You might not come back

Trumpets and violins I can hear in distance

I think they're calling our names

Maybe now you can't hear them, but you will

If you just take hold of my hand

 

Oh, but are you experienced?

Have you ever been experienced?

Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful...

 

scuz' me while I kiss this guy*

 

*FlaSoxxJim version, used my permission™

The sun beaming down between the leaves

(Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it)

And the bir-ir-ir-irds dartin' in and out of the trees

(Grazin' in the grass is a gas, baby, can you dig it)

Everything here is so clear, you can see it

And everything here is so real, you can feel it

And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real

Remember what the dormouse said:

"Feed your head

Feed your head

Feed your head"

Why does every indian wanna be the chief

Feed the man til hes full and he still wants beef

 

My father married a pure Cherokee

My mother's people were ashamed of me

The indians said I was white by law

The White Man always called me "Indian Squaw"

I wonder if the meaning of most of these songs is, "We smoked marijuana."

Not all these songs, just all Tom Petty songs.