even tho I'm not a Bruce fan, great song American pie
I was going to say "American Pie" even though that might be a bit cliche'
And indeed, "A Day In The Life" is also a good choice.
I was going to add 'The Edmund Fitzgerald" even though that's also a bit cliche'
But speaking of Bruce, that reminds me of one of my favorite story-telling songs -
"The River" I think this is one of the best story telling songs, because I think most of us can relate to it in one way or another.
And I can also relate to Bob Seger's Night Moves to such a strong extent that I often find it to be an emotional process for me from time to time. I mean, I can live this song, because I did. But it was a '65 Chevy. And the characters for me are more like a composite than exactly one individual.
but I can remember one girlfriend who was so beautiful and sexy in a halter top and hip hugger jeans that you'd think the designers came up with them for her. That memory has on occasion brought a tear to my eye (from '74)
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"Well Dick, it's got a good beat, and I could dance to it, so I give it a 10!" .........
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jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
neal hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in stiches
braggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska
and when she came she honked the horn and neal just barely missed a
truck and then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to californy
see a red head in a uniform will always get you horny
with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
she drove like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
and jack was almost at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellin
out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a lincoln
full of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches
prit near almost ran off the road
well the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress
then she lit the map on fire neal just had to guess
should we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin station open
the nurse was dumpin out her purse lookin for an envelope and
jack was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow line
the gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away
and the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills
in the mirror weaving outa negligee and a black brassiere
the mercury was runnin hot and almost out of gas
just then florence nightingale dropped her drawers and
stuck her fat ass half way out of the window with a
wilson pickett tune
and shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon
countin one eyed jacks and whistling dixie in the car
neal was doin least a hundred when we saw a fallin star
florence wished that neal would hold her stead of chewin
his cigar jack was noddin out and dreamin he was in a bar
with charlie parker on the bandstand not a worry in the world
and a glass of beer in one hand and his arm around a girl
and neal was singin to the nurse
underneath a harlem moon
and somehow you could just tell we'd be in california soon
Seriously, the first things to come to my mind were already mentioned
Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (cliche, but it gives me chills every time I hear it)
John Prine (anything off his first album, but particularly Sam Stone)
Skynyrd Ballad of Curtis Lowe (I'd add Tuesday's Gone as well).
I can't believe it took so long for someone to mention John Prine.
I'll also throw in John Hartford's First Girl I Loved
Johnny Cash's "Boy Named Sue" and "25 Minutes to Go" are awesome. The Decemberists, one of my favorite bands, write nearly all their songs this way. They are known for their intriguing characters. The Hazards of Love was an album-length story and very good, though there are awesome stories on each record. "The Mariner's Revenge Song" is popular and one of the most fun in concert.
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Amon Amarth reminded me of this for some weird reason...
been lonesome two years since she disappeared. i'm at the park where she was last
seen. a vast green clearing wrapped up in maple trees, spilling the morning rain
from their leaves. i used to walk here with a girl seventeen. at the time
mistress of seventeen smiles sublime with flaming locks of red in the autumn and
burning locks of orange in the summertime. we were solemn and awkward that last
night together. she laid by my side, staring into starless skies, black as angel
feathers. i stared into the forest pretending not to see the hangmen she was
hiding in her eyes of serpent green. she said that there was another, i refused
to believe her. i'd thought we'd kiss until our tongues tied together.
all my loving memories became scenes of frenzied slaughter.
my hands became cruel talons as they moved to destroy her.
her neck breaks like a toy in a careless child's grip. my tears rained down into
dead eyes and splashed upon her lifeless lips. i put her in the ground like a
flower.
i am standing in that same spot today where my angel's empty shell last laid. and
as my tears began to well up once more, i see a path into the tree line that i'd
never seen before. i follow it down into a ravine, find a hole in the earth
framed in the roots of a birch tree. subtle echoes of her voice speaking words
i've never heard. but the way she hissed her "s"'s, i knew it had to be her. i
smell honeysuckle, then opium. two of her signature scents. i pull aside all the
thistle and mesmerized, i make my descent. as i crawl further inside, the light
slowly dies and the dirt begins to feel like her skin. i tremble as i drag my
fingers down the walls, caressing her sweet flesh again.
i'm slipping downwards, trying so hard not to fall. slipping on the blood that's
seeping from the walls. suddenly i'm surrounded by a thousand of her eyes,
bathing the tunnel in a strange green light. the eyes show me pictures, like
ghostly television screens. all her thrashing final struggles and her ravaged
corpse, serene.
the tunnel is closing behind me. pressing me further and further down. i'm being
swallowed by her earth and consumed by her ground. the end is moving into sight.
i gasp and i scream as i see her lovely mouth, five times the size of me. her
lips curl into a grin around her crooked gnashing teeth. i'm pulverized and
devoured in the jaws of a girl seventeen.
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