I'm Off

[Arden]

"Go No More A-Roving"
Leonard Cohen
[Dedicated to Irving Layton]

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

 

[Soron]

JOOLS AND JIM
(Pete Townshend)

Anyone can have an opinion
Anyone can join in and jump
Anyone can pay or just stay away
Anyone can crash and thump

But did you read the stuff that Julie said?
Or little Jimmy with his hair dyed red?
They don't give a shit Keith Moon is dead
Is that exactly what I thought I read?

Typewriter tappers
You're all just crappers
You listen to love with your intellect
A4 pushers
You're all just cushions
Morality ain't measured in a room
He wrecked.

Anyone can by some leather
Ain't no better than wearing sheep
anyone can sell lucky heather
You can see that words are cheap!

But did you read the stuff that Julie said?
Or little Jimmy with his hair dyed red?
They have a standard of perfection there
That you and me can never share

Typewriter bangers on
You're all just hangers on
Everyone's human 'cept Jools and Jim
Late copy churners
Rock and Roll learners
Your heart's are melting in pools
Of gin

But I know for sure that if we met up eye to eye
A little wine would bring us closer, you and I
'Cos your right, hypocrisy will be the death of me
And theirs an I before e when your spelling ecstasy
And you, you two......

Did you hear the stuff that Krishna said?
Or know for you that Jesus' blood was shed?
Is it in your heart or in your head?
Or does the truth lie in the center spread?

Anyone can have an opinion
Anyone can join in and jump
Anyone can pay or just stay away
Anyone can crash and thump

Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma......OK.

 

[Soron]

EAST TEXAS RED ~ Arlo Guthrie
(Woody Guthrie)

Down in the scrub oak country
to the southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman,
a brakeman double tough.
He worked the town of Kilgore,
and Longview twelve miles down,
And the travellers all said
little East Texas Red
he was the meanest bull around.

If you rode by night or the broad daylight
in the wintery wind or the sun,
You would always see little East Texas Red
just a sportin' his smooth-runnin gun.
And the tale got switched down the stems and mains,
and everybody said
That the meanest bull
on them shiney irons
was that little East Texas Red.

It was on a cold and a windy morn'
it was along towards nine or ten,
A couple of boys on the hunt of a job
they stood that blizzardy wind.
Hungry and cold they knocked on the doors
of the workin' people around
For a piece of meat
and a carrot or spud just a boil of stew around.

East Texas Red come down the line
and he swung off that old number two.
He kicked their bucket over a bush
and he dumped out all of their stew.
The travellers said, "Little East Texas Red,
you better get your business straight
Cause you're gonna ride
your little black train just one year from today."

Well Red he laughed and he climbed the bank
and he swung on the side of a wheeler,
The boys caught a tanker to Seminole
then west to Amarillo.
They caught them a job of oil-field work
and followed a pipeline down.
It took them lots of places
before that year
had rolled around.

Then on a cold and windy day
they caught them a Gulf-bound train.
They shivered and shook with the dough in their clothes
to the scrub oak flats again,
With their warm suits of clothes and overcoats
they walked into a store.
They paid that man
for some meat and stuff
just a boil of stew once more.

The ties they tracked down that cinder dump
and they come to the same old spot
Where East Texas Red just a year ago
had dumped their last stew pot.
Well, the smoke of their fire went higher and higher
and Red come down the line.
With his head tucked low in the wintery wind
he waved old number nine.
He walked on down through the jungle yard
and he came to the same old spot
And there was the same two men again
around that same stew pot.

Red went to his kness and he hollered
"Please, don't pull your trigger on me.
I did not get my business straight."
But he did not get his say.
A gun wheeled out of an overcoat
and it played that old one two,
And Red was dead when the other two men
sat down to eat their stew.

 

[Soron]

Still one of the most beautiful songs ever written...Thank you, Woody

THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND ~ Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band
(Woody Guthrie)


Well I rode that ribbon highway
I saw above me the endless sky
I saw below me the golden valley
This land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
Through the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was calling
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land
This land is my land
From California
To the New York island
From the Redwood Forest
To the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

Well the sun came shining and I was strolling
Through wheat fields waving and dust clouds
rolling
And a voice was sounding
As the fog was lifting
Saying this land was made for you and me

This land is your land
This land is my land
From California
To the New York island
From the Redwood Forest
To the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

 

[Soron]

LEAH
(Bruce Springsteen)

I wanna build me a house, on higher ground
I wanna find me a world, where love's the only sound
High above this road, filled with shadow and doubt
I want to shoulder my load, and figure it all out
With Leah

I walk this road, with a hammer and a fiery lantern
With this hand I've built, and with this I've burned
I wanna live in the same house, beneath the same roof
Sleep in the same bed, search for the same proof
As Leah

I got somethin' in my heart, I been waitin' to give
I got a life I wanna start, one I been waitin' to live
No more waitin', tonight I feel the light I say the prayer
I open the door, I climb the stairs...

 

[Soron]

Just a GREAT song...

STUCK INSIDE MOBILE WITH THE MEMPHIS BLUES AGAIN
(Bob Dylan)

Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun,
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved it to him,
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me,
I hope you're satisfied."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the rainman gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon,
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now,
You must know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly,
It all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

 

[Soron]

TILL WE GET THE HEALING DONE
(Van Morrison)

Down those old ancient streets
Down those old ancient roads
Baby there together we must go
Till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done

Till you're satisfied with your life
Till you're satisfied with your life
Till you're satisfied with your life
And it's running right, and it's running right

Till you deal with the poison inside
Sometimes you've got to sit down and cry
When you deal with the poison inside
Till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done

Till you feel the tingle up your spine
Till you're satisfied and you're mine
Till you feel a tingle up your spine
Till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done

Till you live in the glory of the One
Till you live in the land of the sun
Till you feel like your life has just begun
Till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done

Till we dwell in the house of the Lord
Till you don't have to worry no more
Till you open a brand new world
Till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done

Till it makes you feel alright
Till you're satisfied with your life
Till you know you live in the Light
Till we get the healing done
Oh till we get the healing done

Till you look at the mountains every day
Till you wash all your troubles away
And you live right here in the day
Till we get the healing done
Oh till we get the healing done

Oh till it's Truth and it's beauty and it's grace
Till you've finally found your true place
Till you know your original face
Till we get the healing done
Oh child, till we get the healing done

Oh when everything's going right
Till you're satisfied with your life
Till you're living in the Light
Till we get the healing done
Oh till we get the healing done

Oh when you feel it, when you feel it in your soul
Baby, and you really know
That you reap just what you sow
When we get the healing done
Oh till we get the healing done
Till you know that it's working every time
Till you work it out in your mind
And you know it straight down the line
Till you get the healing done
Oh make no worry till we get the healing done

Oh we gonna go back, back to our favourite place
Oh look at it again
See it all through different eyes
When we get the healing done
Oh when we get the healing done

Oh we're living for the grace of the Lord
Baby feel so good about it all
Oh give thanks every day
Till we get the healing done
Oh till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done

Oh baby, baby till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done
Baby you got to stay
Till we get the healing done

If it takes to the break of day
Till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done
Till we get the healing done
You got to stay all night long
Till we get the healing done

 

[Soron]

"It has to be said, we must all own up that without Les Paul, generations of flash little punks like us would be in jail or cleaning toilets....Keith Richards


GOOD MORNING LITTLE SCHOOLGIRL ~Buddy Guy, Keith Richards, Rick Derringer and Les Paul
(Level-Lowe)

A good morning little schoolgirl,
Can I go home with you?
Tell your mama and your daddy,
That I’m a little schoolboy too.

Baby I love you,
I just can’t help help myself.

You’re so good looking pretty babe,
I don’t need nobody else.

Good morning little schoolgirl,
Can I go home with you?
Uh, uh, uh...

I’m gonna leave you baby,
About the break of day
On account of the way you treat me,
I’ve got to stay away.

A good morning little schoolgirl,
Can I go home with you?

Tell your mama and your daddy,
That I’m a little schoolboy too.

Come on pretty baby,
Oh you know I can’t help myself.
Uh, uh, uh...

I’m gonna buy me an aeroplane,
To fly all over your town.
And tell everybody baby,
Lord knows you’ve been putting me down.

I can’t stand it babe,
Just cannot help myself

Your’re so young and pretty,
But you’re lovin’ somebody else

A good morning little schoolgirl,
Can I go home with you?
Uh, uh, uh...
Oh babe what you do to me,
I can’t help myself.

 

[Arden]

Tell your mama and your daddy,
That I’m a little schoolboy too.

Uh huh

 

[SecretScribe]

Four Blue Walls

Four Blue Walls - The Duhks

It was past her bedtime
On a stormy night
And she couldn't shut her eyes
And she couldn't blow out the light
So she gave up struggling
And let the candle burn
The hail knocked her window
As her memories knocked in turn
And her room had four blue walls
They've been hers since she was small
No sleep in sight

Oh her father
Is the only one
Who pretends he can't remember
What was done
And her mother
Can't find the strength
To do anything at all but stand and pray

In a room with four blue walls
That were closing in together
'Til they got so goddamn small
That she had to brave the weather
By herself

So she went to the barroom
And she picked a fight
He told her she was looking for trouble
And she said "that's right"
She was looking for an eardrum
So she beat him and she shoved
'Til he couldn't quite resist her when she dragged him home for love

To a room with four blue walls
On a floor that's worn like leather
And the shadows fell across them
As she held their eyes together
And they cried

Would you be my ocean
Won't you be the rain
Can a kiss from you rinse another from my brain
Can we wash these floorboards
Can we wash these walls
Can I close my eyes and sleep once and for all
In a room with four blue walls
Filled from floor to roof with water
And a man who calmly calls her "darling dear"
Not "darling daughter"
She sleeps at last
She sleeps at last

And her room had four blue walls

 

[SecretScribe]

hehehe ... gotta think you'll like this one Soron ... (and Arden too!)

The Widow and the Fairy - F. Wedlock

In a crumbling ruin all comdemned for years,
There lived a widow, such a kind old dear.
For 40 years in a basement flat,
No friend had she but her old tom cat.

One Christmnas Eve in the cold an dgloom,
A blinding flash lit up her lonely room.
There stood a fairy saying "Have no fear,"
"To grant three wishes they have sent me here."

With tremblilng hands she held forth her purse;
A widow's pension won't go far, of course!
The fairy waved her wand around,
And on the floor lay ten thousand pounds!

"An hourglass figure and a face divine,
All my life have I wished were mine."
"Hold tight," said the fairy, "and I'll have a go."
And made her look just like Marylyn Monroe!

This gorgeous figure in the chair she sat,
When she chanced to spy her old tom cat.
"He's my only friend, so if you can,
"Make him my handsome young fancy man!"

some magic dust from the fairy's wand,
a puff of smoke and the cat was gone!
And in its' place right beside her chair
Stood a tanned Adonis with long golden hair.

This handsome youth to the girl drew near,
And whispered softly into her ear,
"Oh, the night is young but you'll regret
"The day you took me to see the vet!"

 

[Soron]

Tell your mama and your daddy,
That I’m a little schoolboy too.

Uh huh

 

[Soron]

hehehe ... gotta think you'll like this one Soron ... (and Arden too!)

The Widow and the Fairy - F. Wedlock

In a crumbling ruin all comdemned for years,
There lived a widow, such a kind old dear.
For 40 years in a basement flat,
No friend had she but her old tom cat.

LOVED it, Scribbler...thanks!

 

[Soron]

SHATTERED
(Mick Jagger-Keith Richards)

Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me - I'm in tatters!
I'm a shattered.
Shattered

Friends are so alarming
And my lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party - on the street
Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
Some kind of fashion
Shattered

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me - I'm in tatters I 'm a shattered
Shattered

All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
I'm shattered. Shattered

Ahhh, look at me - I'm a shattered
I'm a shattered
Look at me - I'm a shattered, yeah

Pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
and look at me - i'm in tatters, yeah
I've been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered

Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up!
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered
My brain's been battered - splattered - all over Manhattan

Uh-huh, This town's full of money grabbers
Go ahead
Bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, My brain's been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter!
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter

 

[Soron]

leave it to Mick

SWEET NEO CON
(Mick Jagger-Keith Richards)

You call yourself a Christian
I think that you're a hypocrite
You say you are a patriot
I think that you're a crock of shit

And listen now, the gasoline
I drink it every day
But it's getting very pricey
And who is going to pay

How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con.... Yeah

It's liberty for all
'Cause democracy's our style
Unless you are against us
Then it's prison without trial

But one thing that is certain
Life is good at Haliburton
If you're really so astute
You should invest at Brown & Root.... Yeah

How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
If you turn out right
I'll eat my hat tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....

It's getting very scary
Yes, I'm frightened out of my wits
There's bombers in my bedroom
Yeah and it's giving me the shits

We must have lots more bases
To protect us from our foes
Who needs these foolish friendships
We're going it alone

How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
Where's the money gone
In the Pentagon

Yeah ha ha ha
Yeah, well, well

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Neo con

 

[Arden]

 

[Arden]

Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues
Bob Dylan

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outa you

Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won't even say what it is I've got

Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same

Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough

Copyright © 1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

 

[Arden]

"All my soul follows you, love encircles you and I live in being yours." -Robert Browning

 

[Arden]

"Free In You"
Indigo Girls

A hard knock
A cold clock
Ticking off my time
A long look
But no luck
Couldn't seem to find
Or unwind
Into peace of mind
While I was trying

A quick glance
A big chance
My heart beat like a drum
I saw you
And I knew
Chances just don't come
Round again
Not like this
First a laugh
Then a kiss

And I'm free in you
I've got no worries on my mind
I know what to do
That's to treat you right
And love you kind
Thank you ever on my mind
Love is just like breathing
When it's true
And I'm free in you

The lost time
And self pride
Are my big mistakes
A clear voice
A bad choice
Sounding like an ache
In my day
Not too bad
But too real
To go away

But now I'm free in you
I've got no worries on my mind
I know what to do
That's to treat you right
And love you kind
Thank you ever on my mind
Love is just like breathing
When it's true
And I'm free in you

And I don't know
How you show
Such gentle disregard
For the ugly in me
That I see
That for so long
I took so hard
(I took so hard)
And I truly believe
(I truly believe)
That you see the best in me
(That you see the best in me)
I'm in love
We all love
And that thought
Sets me free

Free in you
Got no worries on my mind
I know what to do
That's to treat you right
And love you kind
Thank you ever on my mind
Love is just like breathing
When it's true
And I'm free in you
Yes I'm free in you



Thank you for that little slice of heaven, Master. I love you with all that I am, and all that I will become for You and for us, My Sir.

 

[Arden]

For The First Time
John Irvine

Into my world
of darkness and silence,
you brought light and music.

When you lit my candle,
I began to see and understand
the taste and texture of love.

For the first time.

 

[Arden]

Knowing others is intelligence;
Knowing yourself is true wisdom.

Lao-Tzu

 

[Arden]

And So Shall it be

His eyes meet mine
I struggle
How do I procede?
He repeats the question...
"Who am I?"
My thoughts betray me
You are my love
My desire
I think of your name alone

NO
There is more
I feel the strength in your words
I see the fire of desire in your eyes.
I want
No
I must...I need to please you.

WHO ARE YOU?!?!
I shout out in my mind
You encompass me
You know me
You play me like a skilled musician
You are ever present in my mind
I belong to you alone

YES
I finally understand
I feel the word as it escapes my lips...
"Master"
"You are my Master"
His pleasure abounding
My breath increasing

"I am yours Master...
I am yours".

 

[Soron]

"WHO ARE YOU?!?!
I shout out in my mind
You encompass me
You know me
You play me like a skilled musician
You are ever present in my mind
I belong to you alone"

 

[Arden]

Into The Mystic
Van Morrison

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...

Too late to stop now

 

[Soron]

Something new from an old friend...

THIS OLD GUITAR
(Neil Young)

This old guitar ain't mine to keep
Just taking care of it now
It's been around for years and years
Just waiting in its old case
It's been up and down the country roads
It's brought a tear and a smile
It's seen its share of dreams and hopes
And never went out of style
The more I play it, the better it sounds
It cries when I leave it alone
Silently it waits for me
Or someone else I suppose

This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar

This old guitar has caught some breaks
But it never searched for gold
It can't be blamed for my mistakes
It only does what it's told
It's been a messenger in times of trouble
In times of hope and fear
When I get drunk and seeing double
It jumps behind the wheel and steers

This old guitar ain't mine to keep
It's mine to play for a while
This old guitar ain't mine to keep
It's only mine for a while

This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar