I’ve had this notion for awhile now and this summer’s road trips and music weeks have me deciding to finally put feet on it. The idea: an ongoing conversation made up solely of song lyrics. Road trips and the silly car games one plays in order to pass the time (specifically, through California’s central valley! Ergh.) have me inspired to finally post my lil’ idea. (Not that me and mine actually play many car trip games yet, but it’s the thought that counts.) Music weeks are a little somethin’ I’m doing with my boys this summer to grow their musicality…we focus on a different genre each week (meaning, I burn a cd of songs and they listen to it for a week) and I’m sure that the fact that this is folk week is part of what has me dwelling ‘pon lyrics right now. So I’ll start us off and please, please someone play with me! Feel free to link your lyric source or not… but remember, whatever you say has to be a lyric!
June 19, 2008
Thursday at 9:15 am
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is …
June 19, 2008
Thursday at 10:28 am
Acid, booze and ass,
Needles, guns and grass…
Lots of laughs. Lots of laughs.
June 19, 2008
Thursday at 10:37 am
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple, Near the relief office - I see my people. And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’ how many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man? Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly before they’re forever banned? The answer, my friend, is acid, booze and ass, needles, guns and grass…lots of laughs. Lots of laughs.
(next!…)
June 19, 2008
Thursday at 2:31 pm
Maybe I should have included the next line as a jumping-off point:
Everybody’s saying that…
June 19, 2008
Thursday at 3:27 pm
…a dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
One gray night it happened…
June 19, 2008
Thursday at 3:27 pm
Everybody’s saying that…
(it’s) Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town.
Been a whole lot happier without her face around.
I take that back, I hope you’re doin’ fine.
And if I had a dollar, I’d give you…
June 19, 2008
Thursday at 5:47 pm
And if I had a dollar, I’d give you
two tickets to paradise
won’t you pack your bags, we’ll leave…
June 20, 2008
Friday at 7:36 am
… on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
Ill be on my way
Dream about …
June 20, 2008
Friday at 8:41 am
Dream about…
Living in the gangsta’s paradise
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are…
June 20, 2008
Friday at 8:48 am
…Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads
Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up
Yumm!
June 20, 2008
Friday at 10:15 am
…Tell me why are we so blind to see that the ones we hurt are fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads, fish heads, fish heads, eat them up
Yumm!
June, she’ll change her tune, in restless walks she’ll…
June 20, 2008
Friday at 10:16 am
(It’s all a bit more Madlibby than I anticipated.)
June 20, 2008
Friday at 10:33 am
… Walk on, walk on
What you got, they can’t steal it
No they can’t even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight…
You’re packing a suitcase for …
June 20, 2008
Friday at 12:25 pm
You’re packing a suitcase for …
Oklahoma, where the wind comes whippin’ down the plains,
Where the wavin’ wheat,
Can sure smell sweet,
When the wind comes right behind the rain,
Oklahoma, every night my honeylamb and I,
Sit alone and…
June 20, 2008
Friday at 12:34 pm
… Do the Humpty Hump
Come on and do the Humpty Hump
People say, yo, Humpty
You’re really funny looking
That’s all right cause …
June 20, 2008
Friday at 12:49 pm
That’s all right cause…
these days, everybody speaks of love so loud
they shout, as if love were something owed them
like something they can order around
like something that comes when…
June 20, 2008
Friday at 1:03 pm
… When he watches you
When he counts to buy your soul
On your hand his golden rings
Like he owns a bird that sings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
The priest has said my soul’s salvation
Is in the balance of the angels
And underneath the wheels of passion
I keep the faith in my fashion
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
I’m still …
June 20, 2008
Friday at 1:27 pm
I’m still standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of…
June 20, 2008
Friday at 1:29 pm
… standing better than I ever did
Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid
I’m still standing after all this time
Picking up the pieces of my life without you on…
June 20, 2008
Friday at 1:30 pm
holy effing ess.
June 20, 2008
Friday at 1:45 pm
Um…great minds and all that? Or just too many Elton John records growing up?
June 20, 2008
Friday at 1:53 pm
I’m not sure you wanna lump my mind together with yours. It’ll be harder for you to be taken seriously.
June 20, 2008
Friday at 4:11 pm
NO WAY! That was cool.