I'm Off

[Soron]

SHUT OUT THE LIGHT
(Bruce Springsteen)

The runway rushed up at him as he felt the wheels touch down
He stood out on the blacktop and took a taxi into town
He got out down on Main Street and went into a local bar
He bought a drink and found a seat in a corner off the dark
Well she called up her mama to make sure the kids were out of the house
She checked herself out in the dining room mirror
And undid an extra button on her blouse
He felt her lying next to him, the clock said 4:00 am
He was staring at the ceiling
He couldn't move his hands

Oh mama mama mama come quick
I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick
Throw your arms around me in the cold dark night
Hey now mama don't shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light

Well on his porch they stretched a banner that said "Johnny Welcome Home"
Bobby pulled his Ford out of the garage and they polished up the chrome
His mama said "Johnny oh Johnny, I'm so glad to have you back with me"
His pa said he was sure they'd give him his job back down at the factory

Oh mama mama mama come quick
I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick
Throw your arms around me in the cold dark night
Hey now mama don't shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light

Well deep in a dark forest, a forest filled with rain
Beyond a stretch of Maryland pines there's a river without a name
In the cold black water Johnson Lineir stands
He stares across the lights of the city and dreams of where he's been

Oh mama mama mama come quick
I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick
Throw your arms around me in the cold dark night
Hey now mama don't shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light
Don't you shut out the light

 

[Soron]

YOU CAN'T GET THAT STUFF NO MORE ~ Tampa Red and Georgia Tom

You know Bootleg Sally used to live across town
The law went there and they closed 'r down

Now you can't get that stuff no more
Now you can't get that stuff no more
No matter how you try, you can't buy
You can't get that stuff no more

You know that place on Dago Hill
The law took the gal and the liquor still
Now you can't get that stuff no more
Now you can't get that stuff no more
No matter how you try, you can't buy
You can't get that stuff no more

Li'l Suzanne she used to sell her grease
She got in trouble with the chief o' police
Now you can't get that stuff no more
Now you can't get that stuff no more
No matter how you try, you can't buy
You can't get that stuff no more

There goes Joe with a great big knife
Somebody been messin' round with his wife
Now he can't get that stuff no more
Now he can't get that stuff no more
No matter how he try, he can't buy
He can't get that stuff no more

Play it!

On State Street they used to give it away
But now you can't it if you offer to pay
Now you can't get that stuff no more
Now you can't get that stuff no more
No matter how you try, you can't buy
You can't get that stuff no more

All of the gals used to walk the street
The law done run 'r off his beat
Now you can't get that stuff no more
Now you can't get that stuff no more
No matter how you try, you can't buy
You can't get that stuff no more

Ah play it...
You can't get that stuff no more
You can't get that stuff no more
No matter how you try, you can't buy
You can't get that stuff no more

 

[Arden]

Existence=Sex & Passion Glistening moonlight caresses the dewed silk petals of a lusciousblood red rose, yearning to be experienced, her sweet lusty fragrance uninhibited and irresistible. Explosive fiery passion bursts from the belly of our powerful undulating sun gripping our fertile mother with a gentle intimate embrace, seeding, warming, feeding, breathing. Chaotic fluctuating spasms of energy pop in and out of observable space/time, penetrating our linear version of experience from the unlimited, teasing reality, appeasing subjectivism, achieving bliss. From floral ecstasy to planetary intercourse, atomic sodomy to parallel universal foreplay, life is sex... passion, orgasm and creation.

~ Donovan~

 

[Soron]

That's beautiful, sweetheart.

 

[Soron]

LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS ~ The Beatles
(John Lennon-Paul McCartney)

Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with caleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with caleidoscope eyes.

 

[kayte]

LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS ~ The Beatles
(John Lennon-Paul McCartney)

Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with caleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with caleidoscope eyes.

Thank you {{{{{{Soron}}}}}}} Yes that was a song when I was in high school. I had forgotten about it....

 

[Arden]

Evening Kayte, Soron...

SWEETHEART LIKE YOU
Bob Dylan
Sung by Guy Davis

Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,
He gone North, he ain't around,
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here after sundown.
By the way, that's a cute hat,
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you,
She wanted a whole man, not just a half,
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child,
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,
It's done with a flick of the wrist.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

You know, a woman like you should be at home,
That's where you belong,
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never do you wrong.
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

You know you can make a name for yourself,
You can hear them tires squeal,
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal.

You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door.
They say in your father's house, there's many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor.
Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you,
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

Got to be an important person to be in here, honey,
Got to have done some evil deed,
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door,
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings.
Steal a little and they throw you in jail,
Steal a lot and they make you king.
There's only one step down from here, baby,
It's called the land of permanent bliss.
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

 

[Soron]

Thank you {{{{{{Soron}}}}}}} Yes that was a song when I was in high school. I had forgotten about it....

I hauled butt home when I bought the album, and tried to pick out all the notes to, 'A Day In the Life'. Still my favorite Beatles song.

 

[Soron]

By the way, that's a cute hat,
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?



Hello there, miss Arden

 

[Soron]

For Arden...I love you

HARVEST MOON
(Neil Young)

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away.

But there's a full moon risin'
Let's go dancin' in the light
We know where the music's playin'
Let's go out and feel the night.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it's gettin' late
And the moon is climbin' high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin' in your eye.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

 

[kayte]

For my friends....

Changes
By Phil Ochs


Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
And wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within
the circle time parade of changes.

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
'Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.

The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.

Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks they're swept away by
Golden drops of dawn, of changes.

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.

Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I'll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
the rolling river shores of changes.

(repeat first verse)

 

[Soron]

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.


Thank you, miss Kayte. A great song.

 

[Soron]

A NOISELESS PATIENT SPIDER

A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres, to
connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form'd--till the ductile anchor
hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.

Walt Whitman

 

[kayte]

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.


Thank you, miss Kayte. A great song.

You are welcome {{{{Soron}}}}

That verse,

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.

seems to say things very completely...

 

[Arden]

Hi kayte! I hope all is well with you

{{{{Hugggs}}}}

 

[Soron]

~snip~

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.

seems to say things very completely...

I thought it might, darlin'.
I wonder who got Phil Och's vast music collection when he left us.

 

[Soron]

Hi kayte! I hope all is well with you

{{{{Hugggs}}}}

Got one of those hugs for me, miss Arden?

 

[Arden]

Got one of those hugs for me, miss Arden?

I have an endless supply of those, especially tailored for you. Want to collect?

 

[Soron]

I have an endless supply of those, especially tailored for you. Want to collect?

I can't wait to collect, pretty girl.

 

[SecretScribe]

I Saw a Stranger with Your Hair
Words and Music: John Gorka

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I saw a stranger with your hair
Tried to make her give it back
So I could send it off to you
Maybe Federal Express
'Cause I know you'd miss it.

I saw another with your eyes
The flash just turned my head
I went to try them on for size
But they looked the other way
And they wouldn't listen.

[Chorus]
But you're never hard to find in a crowd
The people around you smiling out loud
The feet don't touch the ground
No, the feet don't touch the ground
No, the feet don't touch the ground.

I heard a stranger with your voice
It took me by surprise
Again I found it wasn't you
Just an angel in disguise
In for a visit.

By the way, how is my heart?
I haven't seen it since you left
I'm almost sure it followed you
Could you some time send it back?
I'll buy the ticket.

[Repeat Chorus]

I saw a stranger with your hair
I saw another with your eyes
I heard an angel with your voice
By the way, how is my heart?
By the way, how is my heart?

 

[kayte]

Hi kayte! I hope all is well with you

{{{{Hugggs}}}}

Good morning {{{{{Arden}}}}} Things are going well, thank you. Hope they are for you as well.

 

[kayte]

I thought it might, darlin'.
I wonder who got Phil Och's vast music collection when he left us.

Good morning {{{{Soron}}}}

I wonder if his brother did? Hope your day is a good one.

 

[Soron]

THIS HARD LAND
(Bruce Springsteen)

Hey there mister can you tell me
What happened to the seeds I've sown
Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they've never grown
They've just blown around from town to town
Back out on these fields
Where they fall from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land

Well me and my sister
From Germantown we did ride
We made our bed, sir
From the rock on the mountainside
We been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin' for a place to stand
Where the sun burst through the clouds and fall like a circle
A circle of fire down on this hard land

Now even the rain it don't come 'round
Don't come 'round here no more
And the only sound at night's the wind
Slammin' the back porch door
Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown
In the dirt of this hard land

From a building up on the hill
I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range"
I can hear them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin' low across the plains
It's me and you, Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle
Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand
We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We're ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land

Hey, Frank, won't you pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
Just one kiss from you, my brother
And we'll ride until we fall
Well sleep in the fields
We'll sleep by the rivers
And in the morning we'll make a plan
Well if you can't make it stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive if you can
And meet me in a dream of this hard land

 

[Soron]

BOUND FOR GLORY
(Phil Ochs)

He walked all over his own growin' land
From the New York island to the California sands.
He saw all the people that needed to be seen,
Planted all the grass where there needed to be green.
And now he's bound for a glory all his own,
And now he's bound for glory.

He wrote and he sang and he rode upon the rails,
And he got on board when the sailors had to sail.
He said all the words that needed to be said,
Fed all the hungry souls that needed to be fed.

And now he's bound for a glory all his own,
And now he's bound for glory.

He sang in our streets and he sang in our halls,
And he was always there when the unions gave a call.
He did all the jobs that needed to be done,
And he always stood his ground when smaller men would run.

And now he's bound for a glory all his own,
And now he's bound for glory.

And it's "Pastures of Plenty" wrote the Dust Bowl Balladeer,
And "This is Your Land," he wanted us to hear.
The rising of the unions will be sung again,
And the Deportees" live on through the power of his pen.

And now he's bound for a glory all his own,
And now he's bound for glory.

Now they sing out his praises on every distant shore,
But so few remember what he was fightin' for.
Oh why sing the songs and forget about the aim,
He wrote them for a reason, why not sing them for the same?

And now he's bound for a glory all his own,
And now he's bound for glory.

 

[Soron]

I love you
Not only for what you are
but for what I am
when I am with you.
I love you not only
for what you have made of yourself,
but for what you are making of me.
I love you
for the part of me
that you bring out.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning