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A day in the life

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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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGINLisYN9Y

 

 

 

We hold the rivers of the Eastern trail

Deep in the land of the Rus'

Following the wind in our sails

And the rhythm of the oars

 

No shelter in this hostile land

Constantly on guard

Ready to fight and defend

Ours ships 'til the bitter end

 

We came under attack

I received a deadly wound

A spear was forced into my back

Still I fought on

 

When I am dead

Lay me in a mound

Raise a stone for all to see

Runes carved to my memory

 

Now here I lie on the river bank

A long, long way from home

Life is pouring out of me

Soon I will be gone

 

I tilt my head to the side

And think of those back home

I see the river rushing by

Like blood runs from my wound

 

Here I lie on wet sand

I will not make it home

I clench my sword in my hand

Say farewell to those I love

 

When I am dead

Lay me in a mound

Place my weapons by my side

For the journey to Hall up high

 

When I am dead

Lay me in a mound

Raise a stone for all to see

Runes carved to my memory

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcA-MEE81L4

 

 

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

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