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Discussion in 'Music to Your Ears' started by charlie chitlin, Aug 21, 2019.
It was all a dream, I used to read word up magazine....
Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only came to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
It's before my time but I've been told
He never came back from Copperhead Road
Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road
I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
Well she was just seventeen, you know what I mean.
Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night. Tom Waits
gimme an F !- country joe macdonald
When I was in my high school / college years Bruce wrote my soundtrack:
The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over little Eden tonight
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends, trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night with bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite
On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert I pick up my money and head back into town
I went home with a waitress the way I always do
How was I to know she was with the russians, too?
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Oh, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide…
Now, I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
We stood in the windy city
The gypsy boy and I
We slept on the breeze in the midnight
With the raindrops and tears in our eyes
- Try For The Sun, Donovan, 1965
Rumor's spreading round, in that Texas town, about that shack outside La Grange.
"This bed is on fire with passion and love, the neighbors complain about the noises above..."
"When your mother sends back all your invitations . . ."
Queen Jane Approximately, Bob Dylan
Missed the Saturday dance, heard they crowded the floor...
“I met you...at JC Penney.
I think your name tag....said Jenny.
I cold step to you...with a fresh pack of gum.
And somehow I knew....you were lookin’ for some, oh yeah.”
"You spurn my natural emotions,
You make me feel I'm dirt and I'm hurt."
"The distant echo
Of faraway voices boarding faraway trains."
"Why must you record my phone calls,
Are you planning a bootleg LP?"
lived around the hydro towers
listening to them singing in the park- Junkhouse , shine
I wish I had a tiny island floating in the sea
Palm trees sway, don't get in the way, it's a tropical ease
And everywhere I keep my silence, no sound returns to me
Just endless waves at the end of our days, the sighing of the sea
- Tiny Island, Al Gaylor, 1972; first heard this by Leo Kottke on the Greenhouse album. Gaylor supposedly wrote the song upon hearing of the death of Jimi Hendricks.
They're selling postcards of the hanging - Bob Dylan, Desolation Row.