Messing Around Time...

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   paradigmsearchposted 11 years ago

   It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
   And a cat named Kalamazoo,
   Left the city in a pickup truck.
   Gonna make some dreams come true.
   
   Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
   And the coyote bays at the moon.
   Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
   And a cat named Kalamazoo.
   
   If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
   About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
   But the cat was cool,
   And he never said a mumblin' word.
   
   Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,
   Where they play a little cowboy tune.
   And the guitar picker was a friend of mine,
   By the name of Randy Boone.
   
   Yeah, Randy played her a sweet love song,
   And Della got a fire in her eye.
   The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun,
   And the cat had a shot of rye.
   
   If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
   About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
   But the cat was cool,
   And he never said a mumblin' word.
   
   Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean,
   And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes.
   He snorted his coke through a century note,
   And he swore that Boone would die.
   
   And the stage was set when the lights went out,
   There was death in Tucson town.
   Two shadows ran for the bar back door,
   But one stayed on the ground.
   
   If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
   About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
   But the cat was cool,
   And he never said a mumblin' word.
   
   If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
   About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
   But the cat was cool,
   And he never said a mumblin' word.
   
   Two shadows ran from the bar that night,
   And a dog and a cat ran too.
   And the tires got hot on the pickup truck,
   As down the road they flew.
   
   It was Della and her lover and a dog named Jake,
   And a cat named Kalamazoo.
   Left Tucson in a pickup truck.
   Gonna make some dreams come true.
   
   Yeah, yeah, yeah.
   
   If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
   About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
   But the cat was cool,
   And he never said a mumblin' word.
   
   To fade.
   
   Not the usual... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTGlt3gLC0M

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   habeeposted 11 years ago

   My cats never talk, either. Guess the cat has their tongues.

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      paradigmsearchposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      A long, long time ago...
      I can still remember
      How that music used to make me smile.
      And I knew if I had my chance
      That I could make those people dance
      And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.
      
      But February made me shiver
      With every paper I’d deliver.
      Bad news on the doorstep;
      I couldn’t take one more step.
      
      I can’t remember if I cried
      When I read about his widowed bride,
      But something touched me deep inside
      The day the music died.
      
      So bye-bye, miss american pie.
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."
      
      Did you write the book of love,
      And do you have faith in God above,
      If the Bible tells you so?
      Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
      Can music save your mortal soul,
      And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
      
      Well, I know that you’re in love with him
      `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
      You both kicked off your shoes.
      Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
      
      I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
      With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
      But I knew I was out of luck
      The day the music died.
      
      I started singin’,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."
      
      Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
      And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
      But that’s not how it used to be.
      When the jester sang for the king and queen,
      In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
      And a voice that came from you and me,
      
      Oh, and while the king was looking down,
      The jester stole his thorny crown.
      The courtroom was adjourned;
      No verdict was returned.
      And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
      The quartet practiced in the park,
      And we sang dirges in the dark
      The day the music died.
      
      We were singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."
      
      Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
      The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
      Eight miles high and falling fast.
      It landed foul on the grass.
      The players tried for a forward pass,
      With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
      
      Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
      While the sergeants played a marching tune.
      We all got up to dance,
      Oh, but we never got the chance!
      `cause the players tried to take the field;
      The marching band refused to yield.
      Do you recall what was revealed
      The day the music died?
      
      We started singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."
      
      Oh, and there we were all in one place,
      A generation lost in space
      With no time left to start again.
      So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
      Jack flash sat on a candlestick
      Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
      
      Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
      My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
      No angel born in hell
      Could break that satan’s spell.
      And as the flames climbed high into the night
      To light the sacrificial rite,
      I saw satan laughing with delight
      The day the music died
      
      He was singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."
      
      I met a girl who sang the blues
      And I asked her for some happy news,
      But she just smiled and turned away.
      I went down to the sacred store
      Where I’d heard the music years before,
      But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
      
      And in the streets: the children screamed,
      The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
      But not a word was spoken;
      The church bells all were broken.
      And the three men I admire most:
      The father, son, and the holy ghost,
      They caught the last train for the coast
      The day the music died.
      
      And they were singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
      "this’ll be the day that I die."
      
      They were singing,
      "bye-bye, miss american pie."
      Drove my chevy to the levee,
      But the levee was dry.
      Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
      Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."
      
      To fade.
      
      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAsV5-Hv-7U

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   paradigmsearchposted 11 years ago

   And the video... http://denisehandlon.hubpages.com/hub/T … hort-Story

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   paradigmsearchposted 11 years ago

   I just can't get enough of this one...
   
   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6KYAVn8ons
   
   Got a good one of your own?

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      paradigmsearchposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      Freaking bump.

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      paradigmsearchposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      I guess enough kicking chairs...
      
      - End -

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   paradigmsearchposted 11 years ago

   Sue me. Bumped again.

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   Brenda Durhamposted 11 years ago

   One of my favorites.   Now this is some soul singin'.
   
   
   
   http://youtu.be/YU2U3QAUGak

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      paradigmsearchposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      I am going to go look/hear this. It better be me. Otherwise...

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   Brenda Durhamposted 11 years ago

   Otherwise, what? 
   
   How about this one?
   Willie Nelson, or Elvis, take your pick.
   
   
   
   
   Maybe I didn't treat you
   Quite as good as I should have
   Maybe I didn't love you
   Quite as often as I could have
   Little things I should have said and done
   I just never took the time
   
   You were always on my mind
   You were always on my mind
   
   Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
   Give me, give me one more chance
   To keep you satisfied, satisfied
   
   Maybe I didn't hold you
   All those lonely, lonely times
   And I guess I never told you
   I'm so happy that you're mine
   If I make you feel second best
   Girl, I'm sorry I was blind
   
   You were always on my mind
   You were always on my mind
   
   Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
   Give me, give me one more chance
   To keep you satisfied, satisfied
   
   Little things I should have said and done
   I just never took the time
   You were always on my mind
   You are always on my mind
   You are always on my mind

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      paradigmsearchposted 11 years agoin reply to this

      

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