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Postby bambooneedle » Thu Aug 12, 2004 2:05 am

Set my stetson low
it was time to go
cos you know
I don't give a damn

Shuffled 'cross the floor
brushed the saloon door
hinging type
I'm known to slam

Moonlight right
on my big beltbuckle
brew in hand
and muscles supple

A cool how d'you do
to flowershop Sue
batlid eyes
on my jaw I knew

She kept tabs
on roses and stabs
since I bled blue
that night



to be continued...

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Postby lapinsjolis » Thu Aug 12, 2004 4:05 am

Kismet! I wrote a country song after listening to 'Almost Blue'. How many others have as well?
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

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Postby bambooneedle » Fri Aug 13, 2004 5:52 am

LJ, will you post it?

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Postby lapinsjolis » Fri Aug 13, 2004 7:14 am

For you Bambooneedle so be kind:

Fade to black it's over and I'm dressed in gray
Love is here forever, I wish it would go away
I know my lines by saying them again and again
I can't break free of this love that binds, this sorrow never ends

When you come through the door
You'll meet somebody new
I will take you by the hand right on cue
And I'll say
'How do you do, this is me not loving you.'

It's a lie but I need to play my part
It will need rehearsing so I had better start
If I had a heart it belongs to you not me
If this love had a beginning it's lost in memory

Who am I without you? I had better learn
I know no book to buy no pages to turn
There is no school or course for misery
But after this is over I'll have a PhD

I have one written from a man's perspective but that one is pure silliness which is allowed in country music.
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

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Postby bambooneedle » Fri Aug 13, 2004 7:45 am

Buenisimo! I really like it. Can we see the other one?

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Postby lapinsjolis » Fri Aug 13, 2004 12:17 pm

Ah that's swell of you. Now remember you asked for this one:

I can't stay awake at all and I'll tell you true
My unslept hours are hell and the nightmare is you
You used to drink, flirt and be everybody's girl
But giving you my name has destroyed my happy world

Chorus:You must of slipped me a Mickey, when I slipped you a ring
No other explanation could make sense of such a thing
I have a noose around my neck 'cause pills are not my thing
You must of slipped me a Mickey, when I slipped you a ring

I should just steal away in the middle of the night
Flee from this prison and you my wifely fright
But the beer is cold and waiting in the refrigerator door
And after six or seven I can't feel this any more


Some would be satisfied with winning the lottery,
But no amount of money can ease this misery
No diamond mind, fancy car or mansion with swimming pool
Could tempt a man to take you off my hands, they haven't made that fool
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

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Charlie

Postby A rope leash » Fri Aug 13, 2004 12:28 pm

Very nice, y'all...

...Laps, aren't you running from the storm?

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Postby lapinsjolis » Fri Aug 13, 2004 12:32 pm

No I'm on the east coast. But it's so windy I almost crashed my car. :shock: That and I'm a bad driver. :wink:
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

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Postby A rope leash » Fri Aug 13, 2004 12:33 pm

You be careful, please...

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Postby lapinsjolis » Fri Aug 13, 2004 12:46 pm

I will, promise. You too!
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

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Postby DreadPirateRoberts » Fri Aug 13, 2004 4:19 pm

well, it's the kind of love story
you hear all the time
regrets in the morning
her coat stained with wine
she tries to remember
what she did with her skirt
all wrapped up in covers
and some lucky man's shirt
but it's the same every weekend
at least no one got hurt

he was begging for mercy
as he opened his eyes
but, damn, he was thirsty
and that's no real surprise
he woke up to a warzone
going on in his head
buried in pillows
of some unchartered bed
but it's the same every weekend
at least no one was dead

he said, how're you doin'
to a girl in his shirt
the answer was a new one
as she pulled up her skirt
i'm doing much better
than you may believe
we sure looked good together
so you don't need to leave
and it's the same every weekend
til you get what you need

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Postby lapinsjolis » Sun Aug 15, 2004 12:26 am

Rrrrrrrr. . that be some mighty hearty lyrics matey.
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

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Postby bambooneedle » Sun Aug 15, 2004 8:55 am

LJ, thanks for sharing them (DeadPirate too). They're both among the saddest things I recall you writing. But keep it up. I'm still undecided on how to conclude mine after playing around with it today. Would you prefer it to be more about 'that night', or more about flowershop Sue?

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Postby lapinsjolis » Sun Aug 15, 2004 11:19 am

I'll vote for flowershop Sue! Thank you, yes all my writing has taken a tragic turn as of late. (Preceptive you) I've been through the wringer emotionally due to romance. Dashed again! I should start a thread poems for 'The Lost and Miserable'. :cry:
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No offense to the ladies...

Postby A rope leash » Fri Aug 20, 2004 4:15 pm

Yer never gonna break
That Tennessee whore
She’ll nail you down
Right to the core
Ain’t no sense
In getting sore
Yer never gonna break
That Tennessee whore

Leave her to the pimps
And their shiny cars
Leave her to the kings
And the movie stars
And to drunken cowboys
In Nashville bars

You just stay right were you are

You’ll never catch up
With the Tennessee ‘har
You just stay
in Arkansas
With yer low-brau beer
And yer Wal-Mart drawl
Don’t look for me
Stay in Arkansas

Yer never gonna break
That Tennessee whore
Not without a tank
Or a dinosaur
Your old lines
Ain’t good no more
Yer never gonna break
that Tennessee whore

Leave her to the pimps
And the big fine cars
To the reverend few
And to movie stars
And to lonely cowboys
In lonesome bars

You just stay right where you are

You’ll never ride proud
O’er the Tennessee ‘har
You just stay
In Arkansas
With yer pious sneer
and yer overalls
Don’t look for me
Stay in Arkansas

Yer never gonna break
that Tennessee whore
You know that now
And you knew before
Smoketime’s done
Get back in the store
Yer never gonna break
that Tennessee whore

Leave her to those pimps
And their Cadillac cars
Leave her to the kings
And to shooting stars
And to drunken cowboys
In the mountains far

You just stay right where you are

Yer never gonna break
This Tennesse ‘har
You just stay
Right where you are
Don’t you come near
With yer old cat calls
Don’t look for me
Stay in Arkansas

Yer never gonna break
That Tennessee whore
Put the cigarette out
Go back through that door
Put yer best smile on
Try not to be a bore
Yer never gonna break
that Tennessee whore

Leave here to the Pope
And send her on to Mars
Leave her to God
And never wander far
Be a cowboy drunk
In yer hometown bar

And you just stay right where you are
You just stay
In Arkansas

(Everybody, now...!)

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Hey y'all

Postby A rope leash » Sat Aug 21, 2004 5:45 pm

How y'all doin tonight?

Well it's not too dull 'round here...

Well, if ya liked that one I got another here right for ya.




I’m just passin through
That Little Rock
Been down to Hot Springs
With my Goldilocks
If you let me get through
to Memphis town
I won’t worry much
About breaking down

Well I was only doin fifty five
And yer lucky I’m still alive
Cause when I get into that Nashville studio
Yer gonna be the star of my video

Mr. Police man
I dig yer act
You can take my brother Jack
But don’t take my Cadillac

I really like this Arkansas
I always buy at Wal-Mart
I think that Hillary
Is really smart
If ya let me get on through
To the Tennessee blue
I know there’s some way
I’ll make it up to you

Well I was only doin fifty-five
So ya gotta let me arrive
If you just let me get myself back from L.A.
You be glad you didn’t make me stay

Hey there Trooper boy
Did you check the facts?
You can check in back
Don’t take my Cadillac

You see my girl in there?
She doesn’t have a care
With just a little wink
She’ll show her underwear
Then she’ll do just anything you want her to
It’s just the first of my rewards to you
If you just let me get to Tennessee
You won’t be unhappy with me

I was only doin fifty-five
I had a beer in some cross road dive
If I can only get to Nashville road
Then I know I can get us sold

Mr. Police man
On attack
You can have the girl
And the gunny sack
But don’t you take
My Cadillac















thank you...thank you...

Goodnight!

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Hit it...

Postby A rope leash » Sat Aug 21, 2004 6:34 pm

Well, okay then, just one more.

I like to save this for the very last, and if I don't get an encore call, well, those folks just lost...

We like this song. This song asks the ever reaching country question:

Does humour belong in music?

...two..three...

We all live in Arkansaw
I yer passin’ thru
Give us a call

Arkansaw
Has a pretty fall
Pretty bluebird too
She’ll sing for you

We was borned in Arkansaw
Like our daddy was
And our old grandmaw

We have a time in Arkansaw
Mississippi Red
In an Ozark head

Arkansas
Don’t need you all
If yer Tennessee bound
Won’t see you around

Ain’t got no job in Arkansaw
Just a pickup truck
And an old chain saw

If you come to Arkansaw
Bring yer fishin’ pole
And yer old duck call

Arkansaw
Don’t need you all
We got our trucking crew
And our Mart of Wal

Life’s real fun in Arkansas
With our old Busch beer
And our old Pal Malls

Come on down to Arkansaw
Eat some old crayfish
It’s our favorite dish

Arkansas
Has a pretty fall
And a summertime, too
That’s meant for you.

We all live
In Arkansas
If yer passin’ thru
Give us a call.

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Postby lapinsjolis » Tue Aug 24, 2004 11:09 pm

Where's the rest of your song Bambooneedle?

A rope leash-I'm sorry I haven't commented sooner so in reparation I wrote a song from a male point of view.

'There is no pretending it isn't you'

Better put some lipstick on your face
Then I'll be able to hide my disgrace
Cover your face and put on your heels
It's the only way to passion I'll yield

Chorus:A mask may do better than any makeup trick , you are no cover girl it's true
I'll pretend to be some one else cause there's no pretending it isn't you

You're not the prettiest girl in the room and your the only one here
Paint on some rouge and eye shadow or you will break a mirror
I tell you honey it ain't easy loving a scarecrow like you
But it's three in the morning and you'll have to do

Style your hair in a clever way so I can't look in your eyes
They look in different directions and mine just can't decide
Can you make it any darker than this, it's only pitch black
I can make out your shadow and I don't want memories of your face coming back

You've got a lot of teeth but in the wrong places and I hate it when you smile
If I make you sad it's not because I'm mean it makes the terror a bit more mild
I should never grow use to touching you I know
But since I can't pay my rent I have nowhere to go
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

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Under the mask of happiness...

Postby A rope leash » Wed Aug 25, 2004 1:35 pm

That's a wonderful song, Laps.

It kind of reminds me of one I wrote years ago. I'd have to dig it up, but I remember the line...

...turn out the lights
I'm lovin you, tonight...


Hey, ol' Fonze really is "dual cool", isn't he?

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Postby lapinsjolis » Wed Aug 25, 2004 3:55 pm

Please do find the song, I'm sure your take would be very interesting.

I'm voting for the Fonz, anything else would be uncool. :wink:
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."

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Postby A rope leash » Wed Aug 25, 2004 5:59 pm

Todd felt the clammy dampness surrounding him like a sick fog. Twice already the war was brought to him, both times by Bob. He refused to be trapped. In his mind he climbed the well walls and peeked out over the edge. He gazed around his sweet little neighborhood, and at his sweet little house, so white and trimmed so cleanly. He spied his wife at the kitchen window, calling:
"Todd! Todd! Where are you?"
He focused on her worried face, and busted up. Some people at Joe's looked around to see what was funny, but in that direction saw only drunkenness. Todd spun around on his stool, cheering, making the war song inappropriate. He grabbed his grail as he passed by and jumped off, and headed for the stage, which he approached without care or protocol.
Bob, who was finessing the last chords, fumbled off as Todd stepped onto the stage. Todd came right up and leaned in close to Bob's ear.
"Fresh Panties," he said.
Bob shook his head and drew back. He eased over to the bass-wielding Alan, and whispered.
"He wants to do 'Fresh Panties'".
Alan laughed. "This here's a country bar now!"
Todd swung about and picked the microphone off Bob's stand.
"Okay, then, how 'bout 'Loving You Tonight'?"

The band stiffened. "We was gonna take a break..."
Al started.

"So?"
Country Bob, his fingers still clutching the botched chord, stared for a silent moment at Todd. When the deadness of it filled the room he pulled off his guitar and offered it to Todd, extending it forth in his arms like an infant offered to one who had begged to hold.
"If ya kin dews it, ya kin yews it..."
Todd, drunk, was stunned. The band, sober, was stunned. "Never loan yer tools" was Bob's own motto. Todd dropped the mic. He knew better than to refuse. He reached out with both arms and pulled the adorned axe slowly away from Bob, who released it like letting go a bird, with some sense that his hands were abandoning him, too. Todd admired it with his eyes and touch, and it seemed to him an ancient work, found by him and full of promise. He donned it like an old leather jacket.
Todd wrapped his left hand around the neck, and dragged his fingers down the frets in a screaming slide, punctuated quickly by a shrieking feedback. The startled crowd gasped in unison, and some modest complaints were floated, falling on Todd's ears like spatters of mud.
Bob pointed a crooked finger at Todd, and Todd nodded understanding and shook his head into seriousness. He stretched his digits and popped his knuckles, and studied for a few seconds the different aspects of the bejeweled apparatus at his fore. He looked up at the crowd, and drew in his breath, and strummed with his tender nails.
To the band's surprise, the notes were smooth, coming off the finger tips of Todd like some kind of instant cream. Todd, amazed at his own recall, lengthened the introduction to this song, one of his father's greatest. As he played, joy welled inside him, a happiness he had all but forgotten, ten times the rush of alcohol. Todd felt not so much drunk as content to nirvanic extremes. He looked at the audience, accepting no fear.
The Tongue of Ages slipped out and wet the delicate lips of the Holy Sheathe. Todd struggled to retain it. He followed it to the microphone, his hands working the guitar through some hoary reflex he was reluctant to confront.
He pulled air into his lungs and leaned in close to the mic. He focused first on the black-ball head and then peered beyond it to the people, all of whom seemed to be responding with happy faces. He then looked down at his maneuvering fingers and felt for an instant disconnected from them, amazed as any audience. He nodded his head incredulously, and smiled the Smile Perfect.
"Well yew ain't no pretty girl/Yew make a-me wanna hurl/I ain't no hansome guy/I make a-little bay-bies cry/Well it's too sad ta be true/We's ugly baby, but times two..."
Todd stopped with a bent note, and the silence was greeted with calls and applause. Bob's Ranch Hands returned to their stations as Todd began to strum again. He brought it up and around once, and the band's collective face beamed as they acknowledged Todd, who returned to them the graciousness. He was back. It was great. He let out a dog whistle, and the drum and bass kicked in.
"Now hunny, now hunny, now don' get me wrong/All I want is ta get along/Now hunny don' cry, don' cry when yew find/Jes wha's on my tattered mind/When we'r doin' it please/No electricities..."
Todd stopped because the song stopped. He took in air, and scanned the receptive crowd. He grasped inside for his deepest Country.
"Turn out the light/I'm lovin' yew ta-night..."
Fabulous cheers arose, and Todd felt ready to release. Tears welled as he struggled to maintain a performer's aura. The band fell apart in a jumble of misguided notes. Alan really couldn't believe it all and grabbed the mic.
"Hey folks, I don't know if ya know or if ya recognize this guy, or what he's doin' makin' a comeback or what, but this here's Todd Richter!"
At this sound Joe's became a vacuum, instantly filled with a nothingness greater than deep space. The remark was not credible. Slowly some awes and sighs began to filter in as jaws fell slack and faces turned to faces, eyes to eyes for what their ears had just ciphered. Todd's hands unclenched Bob's axe. In his mind his name echoed as if barked through a bullhorn at a ballpark. It gradually became the harsh alarm of battle scramble.
Through his soaked lashes he saw the first assailant, a shadow and blur to the left. With a shriek came another to the left, and out of Todd's gut came a holler of panic. He swung around to flee backstage, running underneath the embroidered strap that helped hold the gem-encrusted piece to his chest. It fell to the floor, protesting with a sour twang.
He headed for the men's room. He hoped they hadn't moved it. The light of the stage made the offstage darker, and Todd ran a hand along the wall to his right and felt for the doorway as he sprinted. They were very fast, and their screaming was intensifying. The door casing was exactly where he had left it, and he grabbed it, and pivoted in. He slid the latch over, and breathed relief.

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Postby bambooneedle » Sat Aug 28, 2004 4:46 pm

Bloody excellent!

lapinsjolis wrote:Where's the rest of your song Bambooneedle?

I've got writer's block! No, it's becoming an epic. Coming soon, I promise.

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Make me famous!

Postby A rope leash » Sat Jan 15, 2005 4:11 pm

Crash8, you got more work to do...!

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Postby crash8_durham » Sat Jan 15, 2005 5:51 pm

WHat? who needs something? clue me in.

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Just kidding, really...

Postby A rope leash » Sat Jan 15, 2005 6:22 pm

O, I see. El Vez's lyrics are better than ours!?

Just foolin' witcha.

Feel free to take my semi-satirical lyrics and make a major hit with them anytime you want. I personally don't have time to be a country-western musician, but I can write country lyrics as easily as I can fart.


(I'm not trying to insult anyone, I'm just stating the facts...)


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