Post n°66 pubblicato il 08 Aprile 2006 da Maremma_corse
Beach-Boys - California Girls
Well east coast girls are hip I really dig those styles they wear And the southern girls with the way they talk They knock me out when I’m down there
The mid-west farmer’s daughters really make you feel alright And the northern girls with the way they kiss They keep their boyfriends warm at night
I wish they all could be california I wish they all could be california I wish they all could be california girls
The west coast has the sunshine And the girls all get so tanned I dig a french bikini on hawaii island Dolls by a palm tree in the sand
I been all around this great big world And I seen all kinds of girls Yeah, but I couldn’t wait to get back in the states Back to the cutest girls in the world
I wish they all could be california I wish they all could be california I wish they all could be california girls
I wish they all could be california (girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the) I wish they all could be california (girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the) I wish they all could be california (girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the) I wish they all could be california (girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
Post n°65 pubblicato il 08 Aprile 2006 da Maremma_corse
Bob Dylan - Tombstone blues
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun she violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in"
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison"
Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"
Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues
The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle
Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps With a fantastic collection of stamps To win friends and influence his uncle
Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill I would set him in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after
Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues
Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues
Post n°64 pubblicato il 08 Aprile 2006 da Maremma_corse
Mamas & Papas - California Dreaming
all the leaves are brown and the sky is grey I've been for a walk on a winter's day I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A California Dreamin' on such a winter's day stopped into a church I passed along the way well, I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray you know the preacher likes t he cold he knows I'm gonna stay California Dreamin' on such a winter's day all the leaves are brown and the sky is grey I've been for a walk on a winter's day if I didn't tell her I could leave today California Dreamin' on such a winter's day
Post n°63 pubblicato il 08 Aprile 2006 da Maremma_corse
Fats Domino - Blueberry Hill
I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill Oh Blueberry Hill when I found you
The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill And lingered until my dreams came true
*Tho' wind in the willow played Love's sweet melody But all of those vows you made Were never to be Tho' we're apart, you're part of me still For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill
Post n°62 pubblicato il 08 Aprile 2006 da Maremma_corse
The Dusty Buskers - Big Rock Candy Mountain
One evening as the sun went down And the jungle fires were burning, Down the track came a hobo hiking, And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning I'm headed for a land that's far away Besides the crystal fountains So come with me, we'll go and see The Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, There's a land that's fair and bright, Where the handouts grow on bushes And you sleep out every night. Where the boxcars all are empty And the sun shines every day And the birds and the bees And the cigarette trees The lemonade springs Where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains All the cops have wooden legs And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmers' trees are full of fruit And the barns are full of hay Oh I'm bound to go Where there ain't no snow Where the rain don't fall The winds don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains You never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol Come trickling down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats And the railway bulls are blind There's a lake of stew And of whiskey too You can paddle all around it In a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, The jails are made of tin. And you can walk right out again, As soon as you are in. There ain't no short-handled shovels, No axes, saws nor picks, I'm bound to stay Where you sleep all day, Where they hung the jerk That invented work In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. .... I'll see you all this coming fall In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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