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Back in 1969 (40 years!) when I was a fan of great Gibson jazz players (like Wes Montgomery and Jim Hall) all my rock loving friends admired Eric Clapton (who's Wes?). A then-Canadian David Clayton-Thomas introduced ALL of us to Billie Holiday's greatest song (she co-composed). I'm still partial to his reading and their magnificent jazz arrangement. But the lyric stands on its own -- timeless, in that it reflects the Biblical (seeming) unfairness to life, that "those to whom much has been given (already) will receive more." No other song lyric before or since has touched my heart like this one that begins,

 

"Them that's got, shall get . . . them that's not -- shall lose . . .

So the Bible says, and it still is news!

Mama may have, and

Poppa may have . . .

But God bless the child that's got his own . . .

 

(and the bridge)

 

When you've got money, you've got lots of friends crowding 'round the door . . .

When the money's gone, and all your spending ends . . . they don't come 'round no more . . .

 

Rich relations may give you a crust of bread, and such

You can 'Help yourself' -- but don't take too much!

Mama may have, and Poppa may have,

But God bless the child that's got his own."

 

Time I learned to play that one on my Gibson Girl!

 

Mark Blackburn

Winnipeg Manitoba Canada

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" Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town, she had a reputation as a girl who'd been around -

Down mainstreet after midnight a brand new pack of cigs_ a fresh one hanging from her lips_ a beer

Between her legs she'd ride down to the river to meet with all her friends The road goes on forever

And the party never ends.

 

Sonny's playing eight ball at the joint where Sherry works when some drunken out-of-towner put his

Hands up Sherry's skirt. Sonny took his pool cue laid the drunk out on the floor stuffed a dollar in her

Tip jar and walked on out the door. She was running right behind him reaching for his hand

The road goes on forever and the party never ends."

 

Robert Earl Keen

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Pour avoir si souvent dormi, avec ma solitude,

Je m'en suis faite presque une amie, une douce habitude.

Elle ne me quitte pas d'un pas, fidele comme une ombre.

Elle m'a suivi ca et la, aux quatres coins du monde.

Non, je ne suis jamais seul, avec ma solitude.

Quand elle est au creux de mon lit, elle prend toute la place,

Et nous passons de longues nuits, tous les deux face a face.

Je ne sais vraiment pas jusqu'ou, ira cette complice,

Faudra-t-il que j'y prenne gout, ou, que je reagisse?

Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.

Par elle, j'ai autant appris, que j'ai verse de larmes.

Si parfois je la repudie, jamais elle ne desarme.

Et, si je preferais l'amour, d'une autre courtisane,

Elle sera a mon dernier jour, ma dernire compagne.

Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.

Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.

 

http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/georges_moustaki/ma_solitude.html

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another favorite- "pepper" by butthole surfers. TW'S keene post reminded me of this. those lyrics would fit the meter of this tune like a glove. BTW, the only chord in pepper is a G. cool tune. to me anyway.

 

Marky got with Sharon

And Sharon got Cherese

She was sharing Sharon's outlook

On the topic of disease

Mikey had a facial scar

And Bobby was a racist

They were all in love with dyin'

They were doing it in Texas

Tommy played piano

Like a kid out in the rain

Then he lost his leg in Dallas

He was dancing with a train

They were all in love with dyin'

They were drinking from a fountain

That was pouring like an avalanche

Coming down the mountain

 

I don't mind the sun sometimes

The images it shows

I can taste you on my lips

And smell you in my clothes

Cinnamon and sugary

And softly spoken lies

You never know just how to look

Through other people's eyes

 

Some will die in hot pursuit

And fiery auto crashes

Some will die in hot pursuit

While sifting through my ashes

Some will fall in love with life

And drink it from a fountain

That is pouring like an avalanche

Coming down the mountain

 

I don't mind the sun sometimes

The images it shows

I can taste you on my lips

And smell you in my clothes

Cinnamon and sugary

And softly spoken lies

You never know just how you look

Through other people's eyes

 

(In Reverse:

I don't mind the sun sometimes

The images it shows

You never know just how you look

Through other people's eyes)

 

Another Mikey took a knife

While arguing in traffic

Flipper died a natural death

He caught a nasty virus

Then there was the ever-present

Football player rapist

They were all in love with dyin'

They were doing it in Texas

Pauly caught a bullet

But it only hit his leg

Well it should have been a better shot

He got him in the head

They were all in love with dyin'

They were drinking from a fountain

That was pouring like an avalanche

Coming down the mountain

 

I don't mind the sun sometimes

The images it shows

I can taste you on my lips

And smell you in my clothes

Cinnamon and sugary

And softly spoken lies

You never know just how you look

Through other people's eyes

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Pour avoir si souvent dormi' date=' avec ma solitude,

Je m'en suis faite presque une amie, une douce habitude.

Elle ne me quitte pas d'un pas, fidele comme une ombre.

Elle m'a suivi ca et la, aux quatres coins du monde.

Non, je ne suis jamais seul, avec ma solitude.

Quand elle est au creux de mon lit, elle prend toute la place,

Et nous passons de longues nuits, tous les deux face a face.

Je ne sais vraiment pas jusqu'ou, ira cette complice,

Faudra-t-il que j'y prenne gout, ou, que je reagisse?

Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.

Par elle, j'ai autant appris, que j'ai verse de larmes.

Si parfois je la repudie, jamais elle ne desarme.

Et, si je preferais l'amour, d'une autre courtisane,

Elle sera a mon dernier jour, ma dernire compagne.

Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.

Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.

 

http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/georges_moustaki/ma_solitude.html[/quote']

 

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Jeff5431 - Thanks for reminding me. A Daisy A Day is a super song. Judd Strunk - I guess one of those one hit wonders. I'd settle for that!

But, TW - since you opened the Robert Earl Keen door - How about his line - talkin bout his friend trying to get him to come back to Austin from Nashville - "I haven't had a Schlitz since Grammer School"!

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Jeff5431 - Thanks for reminding me. A Daisy A Day is a super song. Judd Strunk - I guess one of those one hit wonders. I'd settle for that!

But' date=' TW - since you opened the Robert Earl Keen door - How about his line - talkin bout his friend trying to get him to come back to Austin from Nashville - "I haven't had a Schlitz since Grammer School"! [/quote']Judd had a couple of songs chart on the country charts then was killed in a plane crash. He'd have been heard from a lot more as we was building a fan base pretty well at the time of his death.

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another favorite- "pepper" by butthole surfers. TW'S keene post reminded me of this. those lyrics would fit the meter of this tune like a glove. BTW' date=' the only chord in pepper is a G. cool tune. to me anyway.

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Is there not an F in there too? Great song btw.

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Dierks Bently "What Was I Thinkin'"

 

Well, Becky was a beauty from south Alabama.

Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer.

Think he even did a little time in the slammer.

What was I thinkin'?

 

She snuck out one night an' met me by the front gate,

Her Daddy came out a-wavin' that 12-guage

We tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate.

What was I thinkin'?

 

Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay.

But that crossed my mind a little too late.

 

'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,

Sittin' right there in the middle by me.

 

An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,

Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.

I know what I was feelin',

But what was I thinkin'?

What was I thinkin'?

 

My more favored passages are underlined

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