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I LOVE my Father Mr. Avaton Winston Turnbow, who is the proud patriarch of the Turnbow brood. I admire, respect, and cherish Him. He is the most important Man in My life. He has taught me how to live, save money, invest, pursue happiness, and introduced Me to the best music of all time the world has to offer. He has the absolute best advice in all orders of the Universe. My Dad is My Hero!!!!!!! Period! (Click here for the most recent picture)….I LOVE my Father Mr. Avaton Winston Turnbow

My Father has passed away this morning, Saturday, May 21, 2011. He was 83 and 11 months young! This is a somber day indeed, but life goes, and the world will continue to turn! My Father would insist upon it. I love Him dearly, and I always will! He was the best Father I could have ever hoped for. The world has lost an amazing and original Man. PEACE!
Avaton Winston Turnbow (RIP)
Born: June 20, 1927
Passed: May 21, 2011 (Dad left Us for the afterworld at 6:29 a.m.)

It was a strange thing to, because about an earlier I was watching the tube and out of nowhere the power went out. There was no storm or inclement weather to cause this. It was a mystery. It was only out for a minute, and I got up to reset all the clocks and turn the computer back on. Looking back, I must assume that was the spirit of My father, the great Avaton Winston Turnbow calling out and saying goodbye to us all as he passes onto the next dimension, as only Dad could. It was no accident. He was breathing his last goodbye to Me.

At the time I happened to be watching an old episode of “The Waltons”. A show about a large family full of love. I have been preparing myself for this moment, but somehow You never are ready. My thoughts and prayers go out to His widow Vikki Turnbow, and the rest of this Family of 6 children, 8 Grandkids, His CAC church and the Matriarch of our family, Jean Turnbow. Long live the memory of our father, The great Avaton Winston Turnbow! RIP! Dad left Us for the afterworld at 6:29 a.m.

Here is the lyrics to that great song I wrote for my Father! ENJOY! It is a true story! (Used by permission).

“DAD”
Written By Eric Turnbow

Dad I need to tell you
That you’re the only Father
I can call my own
Dad listen to me
When I say that you’re the finest man
I have ever known

(chorus)
And a son needs to tell his Father
That he loves him every once in awhile
And so I’m telling you exactly that today
When I think of all the memories
I have inside of me
I simply have to smile
There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way
Dad Dad Dad Dad

Feeding bears in Yellowstone,
Rock hunting in old San Antone
Ferris wheels, and Disneyland,
and old Mt Rushmore oh so very grand
From the world’s fair called Expo,
to the redwoods way down south
I can sing about memories all day long,
the words keep flowing out of my mouth

(Repeat chorus)

There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way
There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way

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Here is a response about the song “Dad” as posted by
The man it was written for. Mr A. W. Turnbow wrote:

— Avaton Turnbow wrote:

Many thanks for the thoughtful gifts, Eric. I really enjoy the Neil Young CD and hope the stations will give it plenty of air time.I also enjoyed your card and the artsy pic of me you did on the computer. But best of all, I really really enjoyed and appreciated you singing my favorite song, “Dad ” last night. (If I should ever pass over into spirit some day and the family holds some kind ceremony, my only request is that you sing that song for me one more time. No matter where I might be, I promise you that I will hear it and> think of you. You are a great son and I love you very much and am extremely proud of how you are handling your life. Love, Dad.

Thanks I will take that!!!!!! This would be my response back to A.W. Turnbow:

I am proud to sing that song for you ANYTIME and especially on Fathers Day or more recently your birthday. That is a very special track that I wrote ,just for you a long time ago in 1983 and recorded for you in 1997 for inclusion on my all original cd “I’m Alive”. We loved having you at the club for the big birthday 79 party. By the way, it helped me sell another original cd to that “DJ Debby” lady and I got a $5 tip as well. That is an amazing number by the way.

And I am proud of you as well my friend! I promise I will perform your song “DAD” at your memorial, but if
I have my wish that will not be for another millennium. You are way too healthy.

Love your son….

ERIC

ALL ORIGINAL LYRICS
Copyright 1998 by ETMUSIC

1992 trip to London and Paris is now on You Tube! 32 Volumes in all! This is how it all began! ENJOY.

1992 trip to London and Paris

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Update on the frivolous lawsuit against our friend Michael Moore…..(See More Michael Moore Page for more on this Moron Topic…..)….

KEY KARMA RULING…..KEY KARMA RULING…..KEY KARMA RULING…..

Judge Strombom’s ruling, which included a mandated $10,000 fine against Aronson and ordered him to pay Moore’s attorney fees.
Judge Strombom’s ruling, which included a mandated $10,000 fine against Aronson and ordered him to pay Moore’s attorney fees.
Judge Strombom’s ruling, which included a mandated $10,000 fine against Aronson and ordered him to pay Moore’s attorney fees. (The Universe has spoken”!)

Type of Work: Sound Recording and Music
Registration Number / Date:
SRu000402834 / 1999-03-03

Title: I’m alive.

Description: Compact disc.

Notes: Collection.

Copyright Claimant:
© · on words, music & sound
recording; Eric Turnbow, 1961-
(E.T. Turnbow)

Date of Creation: 1998

Copyright Note: C.O. correspondence.
Names: Turnbow, Eric, 1961-
Turnbow, E.T.

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The Library of Congress
United States Copyright Office
101 Independence Ave., S.E.
Washington, D.C. 20559-6000
202-707-3000

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“I’M ALIVE” The Title Track
Written By Eric Turnbow

I’m alive, listen to me,
I’m alive, feelin’ so carefree
I’m alive,
so happy I’m alive with my faith
to show show show show

My body broke in three places,
but God pulled me through it somehow
I almost left this creation,
but I’ve found my will right now.
God used His doctors to fix me,
and spared my life for awhile.
A miracle’s passing through me;
l’m a brand new man with style.

Oh why was my life spared?
I really need to know
I’m asking but He’s not telling me yet
He knows I need to grow
But you know I’m alive, Oh Yeah Listen to me
I’m alive, Oh yeah, feelin’ so carefree
I’m alive, Dear Lord so happy I’m alive
With my faith to show, yeah, yeah, Whoa oh
With my faith to show, yeah, yeah, Whoa oh

Oh why was my life spared? I really need to know.
I’m asking but He’s not telling me yet,
He knows I need to grow.
But ye’ know I’m alive, oh yeah won’t you listen to
me.
I’m alive dear Lord, and so carefree I’m alive
And trying not to act too cocky, I’m alive
With my faith to show, yeah, yeah, Whoa oh
With my faith to show, yeah, yeah, Whoa oh

HELP ME TO RENEW
Written By Eric Turnbow

Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue
Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue
Dark and forlorn, alone and in doubt
Can’t wait till morn, to let it all hang out
Escape my dreams, anticipation,
Invent new schemes, imagination
Frigid and cold, twilight mist
Feeling so old, easy to admit
Alarms ringing, perspiration clinging
Nipples stinging
But I kept on singing, singing, singing
I kept on singing, singing, singing

(chorus)
Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue
Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue
Where ye gonna be right now?
Tell me what ye’ gonna do? (Help me to renew)
Can you ease the pain somehow?
Are you gonna pull me through? (Help me to renew)
Step up to my plate right now
Help to make my life so rich and true (Help me to
renew)
Give up all you can allow
But please help me
Help me to renew overcome and find a clue
Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue

(Repeat chorus)

Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue.

THIS TIME LAST YEAR
Written By Eric Turnbow

This time last year, I never really learned to love
Push would always come to shove
Didn’t have no inspiration
It was quite clear it was hard to be a man, be a man.

This time last year, the roses didn’t smell as fresh
My taste buds really were a wreck and
I was a hibernating bear
It was quite clear
Life was neither here nor there, here nor there

(chorus)
This year the sparrow calls with sunset meadows,
waterfalls
Intense surroundings, life breathes true
There’s clarity in what I do
My vision keen and hearing tine
Eternal wonder by my side
The music flows from head to toe
Across the mountains overflow
It pours and goes in rivers’ tow
Reminds me of my mortal soul

This time last year, I didn’t know the sun was shining
Had no vision need reminding
Where were you?
I was screwed and blued and real tattooed

(Repeat chorus)

This time last year
This time last year
This time last year
This time last year

SOLITUDE
Written By Eric Turnbow

Solitude, The seagulls flying the water’s calm
Just sitting here alone
Away from the traffic endless noise
or talking on the phone Solitude,
I have no schedules, pressing wants,
important things to do
I’m just sitting here, feeling tree,
and thinking of loving you

Oh this feels so great,
and everything’s in it’s natural State

Solitude
I strum on my guitar as it
echoes through the trees
The big sun it’s a shining,
I hear buzzing from the bees
Solitude
The secrets of the universe,
Unfold before my eyes
They tumble down from the Heavens,
away up in the sky

Oh this feels like home,
Solitude is a pretty poem
Solitude
Solitude
Solitude

CAN’T YOU SEE YOU’RE FREE
Written By Eric Turnbow

Color in rhythm
time without seasons
Riddled confusion of the mind
Life blown asunder
Nature in wonder
Makes me reach up to the sky
To see you’re free

Can’t you see free? Well look at me.

Mansions that glisten
Moonlight reflections
Castles that reach to the sky
Dog on his leash, Strains to see
He can’t see the reason why he’s not tree

Can’t you see you’re free? Well look at me

Delusions of grandeur
Women in make-up
Man with a suitcase and tie
As years go by
I’m wondering why
Why can’t we give it a try?
We’ll still be tree

Can’t you see you’re free? Well look at me

RADIO MAN
(dedicated to Steve Slayton of KZOK Radio.)
(Written by Eric Turnbow)

Radio man, help me belong
Show me what’s right, tell me what’s wrong
Oh radio man, don’t take too long
Or I’ll give up the tight, for the price at a song

Music makes the world go ’round
Dollar for dollar, pound for pound
So sing a sweet song when you know I’m down
Oh Radio man , wipe off this frown, wipe oft this
frown

Keep playing your music, don’t stop too soon
Radio rocket shoot me up to the moon
Oh Radio man, come on and keep me in tune
Come on and keep me in tune
(Repeat chorus)

A.M. F.M. whatever it takes
Crank up the music end keep me awake
Oh Radio man I dig the music you make,
I dig the music you make
A Flugel horn or a Bass Guitar
Maracas, piano, exotic sitar
Oh Radio man I think you’re a star, think you’re a
star
(Repeat chorus)

My radio’s blasting, mile after mile
Thanks to you brother I’m cruising in style
Oh Radio man, let’s rock for a while, let’s rock for a
while

Oh Radio man, keep on singing
I feel your vibrations, my ears are still ringing
You’re part of the plan, my Radio man, my Radio man
Yes you’re part of the plan, my Radio man,
my Radio man
Keep on, keep on giving,
so I’ll have reason to keep on living
You’re part of the plan
My Radio man, My Radio man
My Radio man, My Radio man

CHASING RAINBOWS (WITH YOU)

Written By Eric Turnbow

I’m hot, I’m cold, I’m beautiful and bold
I’m high, I’m low, I’m looking up from down below
I’m left, I’m right, I’m always up all night
I’m weak, I’m strong, and I can do no wrong
I’m near, I’m far, I’m eliding oft a falling star

(chorus)
And oh, in my afterglow
Chasing a rainbow with you
And oh, I can overflow
Learn to lead or follow you
And oh, I never will outgrow
Where you are I’ll go to you
And oh, I’m putting on a show
Your love is bringing me to you

I’m North, I’m South, I love to twist and shout
(shake it up baby - ooh)
I’m black, I’m white, and feeling out of sight
I’m East, I’m West, Glad and sad like all the rest
I’m down, I’m up, I try not to interrupt

I’m day, I’m night, I put up quite a fight
I’m right, I’m wrong, can’t you hear it in my song?
I’m there, I’m here, because you are so near
I’m fat, I’m thin, so deep within my skin

(Repeat chorus twice)

TO MY SURPRISE
Written By Eric Turnbow

To my surprise, to my surprise.
We can socialize , and individualize
We can identity, and rematerialize
When we fantasize, Receive the noble prize
We can commercialize, the corporate advertise

We can legalize, it’s time to localize
We can specialize the way we vocalize
The people organize, and hate to exercise
Preachers moralize and prophets analyze
So let’s familiarize, reach to philosophize
We should maximize but always minimize

(Repeat chorus twice)

Felons victimize all who monopolize
Tabloids scandalize, then they apologize
When we socialize we tend to jeopardize
Then we emphasize, but always terrorize
We need to unionize to become sanctified
If we synchronize we’ll truly sympathize

(Repeat chorus)

The way we criticize end universalize
‘Cause it’s a big disguise
We can analyze,
yes we can visualize
The publics wailing cry
We can rationalize
and immortalize and modernize
Try not to crucify,
satisfy, revitalize

I see the dragon fly

To my surprise, to my surprise.

OH ENGLAND

Written By Eric Turnbow and Ken Aronson
Copyright Claimant: Song Rights Owned By E.T.
© · on words, music & sound
recording; Eric Turnbow, 1961-
(E.T. Turnbow) Date of Creation: 1998

OH ENGLAND

Spoken ) England’s a barrel of fun,
straight up, I wouldn’t tell you no lie…..

(Chorus)
Oh England, whoa Oh
Oh England, here we go
Oh England, whoa Oh
Oh England, here we go

Take a trip to England,
fly across the sea
Take a trip to London,
just you and me
Hang out with the Beatles,
and sing at the BBC
Piccadilly Circus is the place to be

(Repeat chorus)

Dark fog is liftin’,
as we hit Trafalgar Square
Red buses stacked up,
and tourists everywhere
Pigeons lit softly,
on the lion statue’s hair
And the sound of music,
you could hear it in the air

(Repeat chorus)

Bed and breakfast,
with your best friend
Buckingham in the morning,
and it’s off to see Big Ben
Black taxi’s on narrow streets,
take us to Abbey Road
London’s overwhelming,
makes us overload

(Repeat chorus)

Oh England, whoa Oh
Oh England, it’s time to go

(Spoken) What-cha Mate!
Bloody come over on holiday to merry England
Do the pubs and clubs with a bird on each arm.
Tour by coach and drink a bevy on me gov’

AMSTERDAM
Written By Eric Turnbow

Amsterdam, Amsterdam,
the biggest party in Europe man
Amsterdam, time to jam,
you’re my kind of town Amsterdam,
spend your clams,
when you go out and score a gram
Amsterdam, what a scam,
a dollar, a guilder, or a pound

Amsterdam, old Siam,
Favorite place since Buckingham
Amsterdam, glitter and glam,
excitement sure abounds
Amsterdam, jam the dam,
you’re the envy of Uncle Sam
Amsterdam, what a scam,
a dollar, a guilder, or a pound

Don’t get lost in the red light district,
you may never come back
Primadonnas will consume you,
lite turns from white to black In Amsterdam,
Whooo!

Send a telegram to Amsterdam,
My head’s been hit by a batter ram
Amsterdam ain’t no Viet Nam,
you are always around
Amsterdam have a one night stand,
when you sleep with a Madame
Amsterdam what a scam,
a dollar, a guilder, or a pound

Repeat Verse One

A dollar, a guilder, or a pound
A dollar, a guilder, or a pound

FACE THE NATION
Written By Eric Turnbow

Is it time to face the nation?
Can I make an accusation?
A stimulated calculation,
waiting with anticipation
Make it with sincere elation,
wrapped up tight in admiration
Set me free from strangulation,
with high hopes of expectation

Browsing through a publication,
rummage deep in contemplation
Avoiding all the radiation,
with a quick modification
Keep it cold refrigeration,
feel the love and recreation
Avoiding bad association

(chorus)

Ceiling all around,
there’s a bluesy kind of sound
As we roam around the town,
getting lost then bein’ found
As I probe the underground,
quote a Proverb so pro­found
As we drink another round,
get up get down
Get up get down,
get down get down

Sail away on a vacation,
get lost in the vegetation
Going through a transformation,
in a higher elevation
Keep on sleeping hibernation,
shun the damp cold isolation
Longing for a filling station

Miles away from exaltation,
wishing for rejuvenation
Enjoy the awe of God’s creation,
but don’t cough up a cash donation
Search for truth in congregation,
signing up, orientation
Fill it with consideration

(Repeat chorus)
Get loaf in hallucination,
speak direct communication
Stocking up on information,
white lies of exaggeration
Kick your heels in deep frustration,
then move on, con­tinuation
Help increase the population

Nudie bars for stimulation,
lusting hard for fornication
Hoping for gratification,
drooling with intoxication
Cast a spell of incantation,
ruin it with masturbation
Wrap it in some insulation

Is it time to face the Nation?

DAD
Written By Eric Turnbow

Dad I need to tell you
That you’re the only Father
I can call my own
Dad listen to me
When I say that you’re the finest man
I have ever known

(chorus)
And a son needs to tell his Father
That he loves him every once in awhile
And so I’m telling you exactly that today
When I think of all the memories
I have inside of me
I simply have to smile
There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way
Dad Dad Dad Dad

Feeding bears in Yellowstone,
Rock hunting in old San Antone
Ferris wheels, and Disneyland,
and old Mt Rushmore oh so very grand
From the world’s fair called Expo,
to the redwoods way down south
I can sing about memories all day long,
the words keep flowing out of my mouth

(Repeat chorus)

There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way
There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way

DATE THE BLIND
Written By Eric Turnbow

(chorus)
He says he wants to date the blind,
philistines and concubines
Sin with rhythm, rock with rhyme,
a nation working overtime
Ne says he wants to date the blind,
philistines and concubines
Sin with rhythm, rock with rhyme,
a nation working overtime

Even Jack the Ripper needs someone new to kill
Jack Ruby is hollering, “let me out of this jail”
Mahatma Ghandi’s well aware,
that justice will prevail
Pocahontas in the back room,
tryin’ not to fail

He says he wants to date the blind,
philistines and concubines
Sin with rhythm, rock with rhyme,
a nation working overtime

Tm Mcvey commits his crime,
while crawling in his muck and grime
Marcel Marceau will try to mime,
Napoleon to wine and dine
Cleopatra knows she’s in, but
Anne Bolin will lose her skin
Norman Schwartzkopf needs a win,
Jay Leno leading with his chin

(Repeat chorus 3 times)

A nation working overtime
A nation working overtime

I’M ALIVE REPRISE
Written By Eric Turnbow

I’m alive, listen to me,
I’m alive, feelin’ so carefree
I’m alive, so happy
I’m alive with my faith to show show show show

SECOND CHANCE
Written By Eric Turnbow

(chorus)
Am I a better person now?
I’ve got a second chance to live
Am I a better person now?
I didn’t die I’m here to give
I try not to blow it, let love overflow it
Continue to show it, so all souls will know it
I’ve given all I’ve got to give
I’ve given all I’ve got to give

I try to go that extra mile,
to make the world a better place
I’ll lose the frown and keep the smile,
and stay in God’s good grace
Never steal, or lie or cheat,
help the needy in distress
Try to live my life complete,
like all the rest (Repeat chorus)

I’ll try to eat more healthy food,
fresh broccoli and cantaloupe
Let love of music make the mood,
set me tree from the occult
Listen to my fellow man, never tight,
and turn the other cheek
Expand and grow, and live and learn,
and find the answers to what I seek

(Refrain)

Yes I’m a better person now
I’ve got a second chance to live
Yes I’m a better person now,
I didn’t die, I’m here to give
I’m here to give, I’m here to live
This time I won’t blow it, my love overflows it
Continue to show it, and all souls will know it
I’ve given all I’ve got to give!
I’ve given all I’ve got to give!
I’ve given all I’ve got to give!

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Here is a response about the song “Dad” as posted by
The man it was written for. Mr A. W. Turnbow wrote:

— Avaton Turnbow wrote:

> Many thanks for the thoughtful gifts, Eric. I really
> enjoy the Neil
> Young CD and hope the stations will give it plenty
> of air time.I also
> enjoyed your card and the artsy pic of me you did on
> the computer. But
> best of all, I really really enjoyed and appreciated
> you singing my
> favorite song, “Dad ” last night. (If I should ever
> pass over into
> spirit some day and the family holds some kind of
> ceremony, my only
> request is that you sing that song for me one more
> time. No matter where
> I might be, I promise you that I will hear it and
> think of you. You are
> a great son and I love you very much and am
> extremely proud of how you
> are handling your life. Love, Dad.

Thanks I will take that!!!!!! This would be my response back to A.W. Turnbow:

I am proud to sing that song for you ANYTIME and
especially on Fathers Day or more recently your
birthday. That is a very special track that I wrote
just for you a long time ago in 1983 and recorded for
you in 1997 for inclusion on my all original cd “I’m
Alive”. We loved having you at the club for the big
birthday 79 party. By the way, it helped me sell
another original cd to that “DJ Debby” lady and I got
a $5 tip as well. That is an amazing number by the
way. Bartender CHRIS is great and had very good things
to say about you.

And I am proud of you as well my friend! I promise I
will perform your song “DAD” at your memorial, but if
I have my wish that will not be for another millennium.
You are way too healthy.

Love your son….

ERIC

ALL ORIGINAL LYRICS
Copyright 1998 by ETMUSIC

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Type of Work: Sound Recording and Music
Registration Number / Date:
SRu000402834 / 1999-03-03

Title: I’m alive.

Description: Compact disc.

Notes: Collection.

Copyright Claimant:
© · on words, music & sound
recording; Eric Turnbow, 1961-
(E.T. Turnbow)

Date of Creation: 1998

Copyright Note: C.O. correspondence.
Names: Turnbow, Eric, 1961-
Turnbow, E.T.

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The Library of Congress
United States Copyright Office
101 Independence Ave., S.E.
Washington, D.C. 20559-6000
202-707-3000

Classic “I’m Alive” Album…..

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KEEP DRIVING BABY
Written By ERIC TURNBOW (Key of BM)

V1 You said you’d always loved me, but you drove off and left me

You never called, you didn’t cry, No, you perfected your lie

You ran me over, hit and run….. you shattered me life

You thought that it was fun, to poke me in the eye

CH So just keep driving baby….., Don’t bother coming back

I don’t need no boomerang to knock me off my track

Train whistle blowing……, as you moter down I-5

But I closed off your exit ramp, you never will arrive

Just keep drivin’ baby, down lifes lonely one way street

You’re highway has no turnaround, and I’m back on my feet

So just keep driving baby

Yes keep driving baby (last time tag 3 times)

V2 Ocean hide-aways, with Chinese food

Rock and rolling rendezvous to keep you in the mood

Nature walks and tenderness, with late night serenades

Weren’t enough to satisfy, or stop your cheating ways

(Repeat chorus) Guitar solo

V3 I held you under my wing, warm and protected

But now you drive away, and I’m cold and neglected

Don’t come sneaking round my stage again

‘Cause I’ve unplugged your mike

Your songbird voice is worthless now

So just go take a fuckin’ hike……… and just

(Repeat Chorus)

Written By ERIC TURNBOW (extraterrestrial Music, Copywrite
6/09/00)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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YOUR THE KIND, THAT NOBODY NEEDS
Written by Eric Turnbow

(V1) Word on the wires, you’re back on the street

I heard about you from every pimp I meet

You Put me through hell the first Time around

You brought me up, and than you threw me down

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

(V2) You took me t.v., and you stole my cash

I won’t even ask about my missing stash

You took me to the cleaners when you stole my ring

Baby you’re the girl with the scorpion sting

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

(Guitar solo) 1 time

(V3) Your skin is soft, but you’re a snake inside

You take two steps forward, but you always backslide

I’m constantly considering a homicide

Maybe i could use a little cyanide

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

(V4) You think you’re a grownup, but you’re really a child

You’re some kind of Medusa, really drive men wild

You look like an angel, but you’re really a bitch

You discard the gentleman, and run to the rich

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

REPEAT VERSE ONE:

TRIPLE TAG…….. 4x’s the last line at the end

Written by Eric Turnbow (Extraterrestrial Music, Copywrite 6/25/02)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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…Life is what happens to you! From Eric, Miriam, and Josh!

And now a fun game to play. Copy and paste the post, and change the answers to correlate with you and your life. Send pout to friends and family. It is fun. This one is my version, and it originally came from facebook.

1. What time did you get up this morning? 5pm!

2. How do you like your steak? No beef or pork for this dude… or fries!

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Chronicles of Narnia 3 WE go about 3 times a month as funds would allow….

4. What is your favorite TV show? There is so many! But lets just go with “Celebrity Apprentice” for now.

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Right here in Olympia WA suits me just fine. Maybe Memphis to be close to Elvis, or London for a year for The Beatles vibes.

6. What did you have for breakfast? Late breakfast was dinner at Red Lobster. I had the 2 shrimp pick, pop up and coconut, with mashed garlic spuds, Caesar salad, bread, tarter, coffee and water! Damn good, but a bit spendy!

7. What is your favorite cuisine? I like terriake chicken with veggies and rice a whole lot!

8. What foods do you dislike? Cooked peas… They smell like dirty feet to me!

9. Favorite Place to Eat? Shari’s

10. Favorite dressing? Caesar followed by thousand island. They are about tied.

11. What kind of vehicle do you drive? 2001 Honda civic, hatchback dmx (Best car ever…. I love it!)

12. What are your favorite clothes? comfy cargo pants and tank tops

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Italy

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? Half Full of course…. I am am optimist!

15. Where would you want to retire? Olympia WA

16. Favorite time of day? Late at night, from about 10pm until 5 am! HA!

17. Where were you born? Olympia WA

18. What is your favorite sport to watch? Seahawks

19. Who do you think will not tag you back? Everyone! HA!

20. Person you expect to tag you back first? Miriam Gash maybe. Cause’ she’s my baby.

21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? All or None….

22. People watcher? Yes

23. Are you a morning person or a night person? NIGHT OWL!

24. Do you have any pets? 3 female cats. Siamese Stevie Nicks, and calico sisters Amy Winehouse and Annie Lennox!

25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share? I work 8 hours, I sleep 8 hours, that leaves 8 hour of fun!

26. What did you want to be when you were little? Rockstar!

27. What is your best childhood memory? Walking the loop and rid9ing my 10 speed.

28. Are you a cat or dog person? Cat!

29. Coke or Pepsi? No soda! Period. Water is best!

30. Always wear your seat belt? yes

31. Been in a car accident? yes

32. Any pet peeves? Too much company and not enough alone time…

33. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Feta cheese, spinach and garlic….

34. Favorite Flower? Cannabis sativa

35. Favorite ice cream? French vanilla

36. Favorite fast food restaurant? None unless it is terriaki joint!

37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test? Just once!

38. From whom did you get your last email? Webmaster friend Frank.

39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Screw that! I save & save!

40. Do anything spontaneous lately? Seep, swoof, and laundry

41. Like your job? Love it! Disc Jockey….

42. Broccoli? steamed, or with ranch? I like it steamed with cheese and Parmesan….

43. What was your favorite vacation? My trip to London, Paris, and Amsterdam!

44. Last person you went out to dinner with? My woman Mimi and her son Josh

45. What are you listening to right now? U2 singing a Christmas song

46. What is your favorite color? blue and I love black

47. How many tattoos do you have? Zero! I am a temple.

48. How many are you tagging for this quiz? AS little as possible! HA!

49. What time did you finish this quiz? 12:04am

50. Coffee Drinker? Yes….Love it! Every day. It is like food to me! Pure energy!

Misery and Gin Performed by Merle Haggard

Verse 1:
D
Memories and drinks don’t mix too well.
G
And jukebox records don’t play those wedding bells.
C
Starin’ at the world through the bottom of a glass,
D D7
All I see is a man who’s fading fast.

Verse 2:
D
Tonight I need that woman again.
G
What I’d give for my baby to just walk in.
C
Sit down beside me and say it’s alright.
D D7
Take me home and make sweet love to me tonight.

Chorus
G G7 C
But here I am again, mixin’ misery and gin.
D D7 G
Sittin’ with all my friends and talkin’ to myself.
C C(barre) B C
I look like I’m havin’ a good time but any fool can tell,
G D D7 G D7
That this Honkytonk Heaven really makes ya’ feel like hell.

Verse 3:
D
I light a lonely womans cigarette,
G
We both start talkin’ ’bout what we want to forget.
C
Her life story and mine are the same.
D D7
We both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame.

Chorus
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Merle Haggard “What Am I Gonna Do With The Rest Of My Life”

I can make it for a day or two without you
And maybe I can make it through the night
I can smoke I can drink and probably be alright until morning
But what am I gonna do with the rest of my life
I’ve got things that I can do I’ve got places I can go to this evening
I’ve got whiskey I can drink that’ll help me not to think about you leaving
Yes I can smoke and I can drink probably be alright till morning
But what am I gonna do with the rest of my life
[ guitar ]
I’ve got things that I can do…
But what am I gonna do with the rest of my life _________________________________________________________________________________________

Beatles “Real Love” Key of D

All my little plans and schemes,
lost like some forgotten dreams,
seems that all I really was doing
was waiting for you.

Just like little girls and boys,
playing with their little toys.
Seems like all they really were doing
was waiting for love.

Don’t need to be alone,
no need to be alone.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.

From this moment on I know
exactly where my life will go.
Seems that all I really was doing
was waiting for love.

Don’t need to be afraid,
no need to be afraid.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.

Thought I’d been in love before,
but in my heart, I wanted more.
Seems like all I really was doing
was waiting for you.

Don’t need to be alone,
don’t need to be alone.
It’s real love, it’s real.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.
It’s real love, it’s real.
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(I love the clever lyrics on this song that is “Owed to John Prine)
THE SILVER TOUNGED DEVIL AND I - Kris Kristoferson

G G7
I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern
C G
To buy me a bottle of beer
C G Em
I sat myself down by a tender young maiden
C D7
Who’s eyes were as dark as her hair
G G7
And while I was searching from bottle to bottle
C G
For something un-foolish to say
C G Em
That silver tounged devil just slipped from the shadows
C D7 G
And smilingly stole her away
C G
chorus: I said girl don’t you know he’s a devil
C G
He’s everything that I ain’t
C G Em C D7
Hiding intentions of evil under the smile of a saint
C G
All he’s good for is getting in trouble
C G
And slipping his share of the blame
C G
And some people swear he’s my double
C D7
And some even say we’re the same
C G
But the silver-tounged devil’s got nothing to lose
C G
And I’ll only live ’till I die
C G Em
We take our own chances and pay our own dues
C D7 G
The silver tounged devil and I

Like all the young ladies who’ve laid down beside him
She knew in her heart that he lied
But nothing that I could have said could have saved her
No matter how hard that I tried
‘Cause she’ll offer her soul up to darkness and danger
Of a world that she’s never known
And open her arms at the smile of a stranger
Who’ll love her and leave her alone

chorus
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(This song was written for and inspired by Johnny Cash)
The Pilgrem: Kris Kristoferson Key of G modulate to A

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin’ yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin’ outa style
And he keeps right on a’changin’ for the better or the worse,
Searchin’ for a shrine he’s never found
Never knowin’ if believin’ is a blessin’ or a curse,
Or if the goin’ up was worth the comin’ down

CHORUS:
He’s a poet, he’s a picker
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

(Modulate to A)
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he’s traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin’ from his devils, Lord, and reachin’ for the stars,
And losin’ all he’s loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turnin’ for the better or the worse,
And all he ever gets is older and around
From the rockin’ of the cradle to the rollin’ of the hearse,
The goin’ up was worth the comin’ down

CHORUS:
He’s a poet, he’s a picker
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There’s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
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Heaven Was A Drink Of Wine
Recorded by Merle Haggard

C F C
That psychoed-out psychologist asked me about my drinking ways
F C
Every question that he asked me all related back unto my childhood days
F
But if the truth was known I never took to drinking long
C G7
Long as she was mine but when she left me I went to
hell
C F
And heaven was a drink of wine

C F
That good doctor said to look at all those ink-spots
C
And tell me what you see
F C
Could I help it if they all looked like big ole broken hearts to me
F C
All my friends and kin will tell you ole Hag ain’t the drinking kind
G7
C C7
But when she left me I went to hell and heaven was a drink of wine

F C
Get back get back get on back and leave me alone
F G7
Can’t you see that you can’t help a man that’s this far gone

C F C
Hey good doctor I’ve got something you can’t find in my mind
G7 C
But when she left me I went to hell and heaven was a drink of wine

G7 C F C
Hey good doctor heaven was a drink of wine

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“Footlights” Merle Haggard

I live a kind of life
Most men only dream of
I make my living writing songs
And singin’ them

I’m a whole lot older now
And there’s still no place to go when it’s over
So I’ll hide my age and make the stage
And try to kick the footlights out again

I throw my old guitar across the stage
And watch my bassman takes the ball
And the crowd goes nearly wild
To see my guitar nearly fall

After twenty years of pickin’
We’re still alive and kickin’ down the wall
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out
Walk away without a curtain call

Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again
And try to hide the mood we’re really in
Might not put on our old instamatic grins
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again, kick ‘em out

I live a kind of life
Most men only dream of
And I make my living writing songs
And singin’ them

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I had a Beautiful Time Lyrics Merle haggard Key of “A”

We met downtown in the barroom
Both of us needing a friend
And you brought me home to your doorstep
It was there you invited me in

We spent the wee hours dancing
To your favorite home stereo sounds
We talked about what we been needin’
Discussin’ our ups and our downs

And I’ve had a beautiful time
Holding your heart next to mine
I poured out the feelings while you poured the wine
And I’ve had a beautiful time

If I seem a wee bit uneasy
You really sized me up right
There’s somebody home still up waiting
She probably been waiting up all night

I can’t say I found any answers
But you listen while I ride alone
And you little beautiful lady
And you kept me from being alone

And I’ve had a beautiful time
Holding your body next to mine
I poured out the feelings while you poured the wine
And I’ve had a beautiful time

I’ve had a beautiful time
Holding your heart next to mine
We poured out the feelings and then we poured the wine
And I’ve had a beautiful time

You poured out the feelings while we poured the wine
And I’ve had a beautiful time
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The Gulf Of Mexico Shawn Mullens

She cooks him ham and hotcakes at 5:30 in the morn

She does the dishes and irons his uniforms

And she thinks she might have loved him once but that was long ago

And the rain pours down like a holy waterfall over the Gulf of Mexico

The boardwalk’s deserted and the beach is all closed down

And the middle school punk rockers ride their skateboards through the town

And she looks back and she daydreams about things and people she’s never seen

Just to keep from being blue

And she gets home about a quarter to four

And drives her brother to the liquor store on ocean avenue

And I’m parked on the state line on this cold November day

And pretty soon I’ll be a drivin fool somewhere down this lost highway

Then I hear a voice from my soul’s core

Sayin “freedom’s just a metaphor, you got nowhere to go”

And the rain pours down like a holy waterfall over the Gulf of Mexico
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House at Poo Corner: Kenny Loggins Key of E

Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
And posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
But I’ve wandered much further today than I should
And I can’t seem to find my way back to the wood

So help me if you can, I’ve got to get
Back to the house at Pooh Corner by one
You’d be surprised there’s so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
And Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh

Winnie The Pooh doesn’t know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
When he came to me asking help and advise
And from here no one knows where he goes
So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he’s there
How to loosen the jar from the nose of a bear

So help me if you can, I’ve got to get
Back to the house at Pooh Corner by one
You’d be surprised there’s so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Oh, chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin
Back to the ways of Christopher Robin
Back to the days of Pooh
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Suzanne lyrics
Songwriters: Cohen, Leonard; Key of “A”

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know, she’s half crazy

It’s why you want to be there
She feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China

And just when you mean to tell her
You have no love to give her
She gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
You’ve always been her lover

And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And know she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind

Jesus was a sailor
When He walked upon the water
And He spent a long time watching
From His lonely wooden tower

And when He knew for certain
Only drowning men could see Him
He said,”All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them”

But He, Himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him
You want to travel blind
And you know he will find you
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind

Suzanne takes your hand now
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters

And the sun pours down like honey
On our, our lady of the harbor
She shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers

There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her
You want to travel blind
And you know she’ll find you
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind
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LEONARD COHEN “Sisters Of Mercy” Key of D

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who’ve been travelling so long.
Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I’ve been where you’re hanging, I think I can see how you’re pinned:
When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don’t turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won’t make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.
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ALABAMA “Lady Down On Love” B flat modulate to C

It’s her first night on the town since she was just eighteen
A lady down on love and out of hope and dreams
The ties that once bound her now are broke away
And she’s like a baby, just learning how to play.

She never thought that love could ever end so soon
Her mind drifts back in time to a mid-summer moon
When he asked her to marry and she gladly said okay
And a woman came to be from the girl of yesterday.

Now, she’s a lady down on love
She needs somebody to gently pick her up
She’s got her freedom, but she’d rather be bound
To a man who would love her and never let her down.

(modulate to c)

Well, I know a lady that’s down on her love
‘Cause I used to hold her and have that special touch
But work took me a way from home late at nights
And I wasn’t there when she turned out the lights
Then both of us got lonely and I gave into lust
And she just couldn’t live with a man she couldn’t trust.
Now, she’s a lady down on love
She needs somebody to gently pick her up
She’s got her freedom, but she’d rather be bound
To a man who would love her and never let her down
Now she’s a lady down on love…
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Lyrics to He Stopped Loving Her Today:

He said I’ll love you ’til I die
She told him you’ll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still prayed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she’d come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you.
I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn’t see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I’d seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)

Ya’ know she came to see him one last time
Oh, we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he’s over her for good

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

He said I’ll love you ’til I die
She told him you’ll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still prayed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she’d come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you.
I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn’t see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I’d seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)

Ya’ know she came to see him one last time
Oh, we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he’s over her for good

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today
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We’re All The Way Eric Clapton Key of Drop down D

There’s no cause to think that I won’t stay;
Haven’t I been with you all the way?
There’s no time like now to make amends.
After all, we are more than friends.

This could be the time for you and me.
We could go wherever we should be.
So don’t put words between us we shouldn’t say,
And don’t be acting halfway
When you know we’re all the way.

There are times when I don’t see the light.
I don’t know if what I do is right.
But when I’m wrong, it’s never meant for you,
So don’t confuse my love with what I do.

Chorus
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Blind Faith - Sea of Joy key of A

Following the shadows of the skies,
Or are they only figments of my eyes?
And I’m feeling close to when the race is run.
Waiting in our boats to set sail.
Sea of joy.

Once the door swings open into space,
And I’m already waiting in disguise.
Is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail.
Sea of joy.

Having trouble coming through,
Through this concrete blocks my view
And it’s all because of you.

Oh, is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail.
Sea of joy.

Sea of joy.
Sea of joy.
Sailing free.
Sea of joy.
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Help Me Make It Through The Night Kris Kristofferson Key of G

Take the ribbon from my hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin soft against your skin
Like the shadow on the wall

Come and lay down by ma side
Till the early mornin light
All I’m takin is your time
Help me make it through the night

I don’t care what’s right or wrong
N I wont try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
Lord, tonight I need a friend

Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrows out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night

And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night

I don’t want to be alone
Help me make it through the night
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ELVIS PRESLEY “I Washed My Hands In Muddy Water” Key of E

I was born in Macon Georgia
They kept my daddy over in Macon jail
He told me if you keep your hands clean
You won’t hear them bloodhounds on your trail

Well I fell in with bad companions
Robbed a man, oh up in Tennessee
They caught me way up in Nashville
They locked me up and threw away the key

I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands, but they didn’t come clean
Tried to do what my daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream

Well I asked the judge now when’s my time up
He said son, oh you know we won’t forget
If you try just to keep your hands clean
We might just make a good man of you yet

Oh I couldn’t wait to get my time up
I broke out, broke out of Nashville jail
I just crossed the state-line of Georgia
Well I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail
I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands, but they didn’t come clean
Tried to do what my daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream
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Autumn Leaves MERCER, JOHNNY Key of Am

The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I’ll hear
Old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
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Night Life Key of D

When that ev’nin’ sun goes down
Yeah, you’ll find me hangin’ around
Because the night life
It ain’t no good life but it’s my life

Yeah, yeah, yeah listen to the blues
Listen to what they’re sayin’
Oh, please listen to the blues
Listen to the blues they’re playin’

Ah, ah, all of the people just like you and me
They’re all dreamin’ about their old used to be
Because the night life
It ain’t no good life but it’s my life

They tell me life’s an empty scene
An avenue of broken dreams
Because the night life
It ain’t no good life but it’s my life
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Further on up the road Eric Clapton Key of E

Further on up the road someone’s gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road someone’s gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road, baby, just you wait and see.

You gotta reap just what you sow; that old saying is true.
You gotta reap just what you sow; that old saying is true.
Just like you mistreat someone, someones gonna mistreat you.

You been laughing, pretty baby, someday you’re gonna be crying.
You been laughing, pretty baby, someday you’re gonna be crying.
Further on up the road you’ll find out I wasn’t lying.

Further on up the road someones gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road someones gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road, baby, just you wait and see.
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Harvest Moon lyrics Neil Young Key of Drop Down D

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.
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Mull of Kintyre Paul McCratney Key of G

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Far have I travelled and much have I seen
Darkest of mountains with valleys of green
Past painted deserts the sun sets on fire
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my memories remain
Flickering embers go higher and higher
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
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Until Its Time For You To Go Elvis Lyric

You're not a dream,
You're not an angel,
You're a woman,
I'm not a king,
I'm just a man,
Take my hand,
We'll make a space,
In this life that we planned,
And here we'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go.

Yes, we're diff'rent, worlds apart,
We're not the same,
We laughed and played,
At the start, like in a game,
You could have stayed,
Outside my heart,
But in you came,
And here you'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go.

Don't ask why, Don't ask how,
Don't ask forever, love me, love me,
Love me, love me now

This love of mine,
Had no beginning,
It has no end,
I was an oak,
Now I'm a willow,
Now I can bend,
And tho' I'll never,
In my life see you again,
And still I'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go.

Don't ask why, Don't ask how,
Don't ask forever, love me, love me,
Love me, love me now.

This love of mine, had no beginning,
It has no end,
I was an oak, now I'm a willow,
And I can bend,
And thou I'll never,
In my life see you again,
Here I'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go,
Yes I'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go
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Very Cool song by the great J.J. Cale. Cool Lyrics!

JJ Cale
» Magnolia

Whippoorwill's singing
Soft summer breeze
Makes me think of my baby
I left down in New Orleans
I left down in New Orleans
Magnolia, you sweet thing
You're driving me mad
Got to get back to you, babe
You're the best I ever had
You're the best I ever had
You whisper "Good morning"
So gently in my ear
I'm coming home to you, babe
I'll soon be there
I'll soon be there
Magnolia, you sweet thing
You're driving me mad
Got to get back to you, babe
You're the best I ever had
You're the best I ever had
You're the best I ever had
You're the best I ever had
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I love the line about Jesus looking like Elvis! Could it be true? Cool Lyric!

Don Henley If Dirt Were Dollars lyrics

Walkin' like a millionaire
Smilin' like a king
He leaned his shopping cart against the wall
He said, I been a lot of places
And I seen a lot of things
But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats 'em all
I was flyin' back from Lubbock
I saw Jesus on the plane
...or maybe it was Elvis
You know, they kinda look the same
Hey, look out, Junior, you're steppin' on my bed
I said, I don't see nothin'
He just glared at me and said,
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
I wouldn't worry anymore
Lookin' like a beauty queen
Loyal as a wife
She raised her little voice and testified,
I am a good girl
I've been one all my life
But her virtue was as swollen as her pride
She should've had the Oscar
She must have been miscast
Her fifteen minutes went by so fast
I said, Now, baby, have you got no shame?
She just looked at me, uncomprehendingly
Like cows at a passing train
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
I wouldn't worry anymore
We got the bully pulpit
And the poisoned pen
We got a press no better
Than the public men
This brave new world
Gone bad again
God's finest little creatures
Looking brave and strong
Whistling past the graveyard
Nothing can go wrong
Quoting from the scriptures
With patriotic tears
We got the same old men
With the same old fears
Standing at attention
Wrapped in stars and stripes
They hear the phantom drummers
And the nonexistent pipes
These days the buck stops nowhere
No one takes the blame
But evil is still evil
In anybody's name
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
We'd all be in the black

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Check out all the nifty references in this track! Cool lyrics!

NICKELBACK LYRICS Key Of G

"Rockstar" Nickelback

I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus:]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, on the house)
I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus]

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

[Chorus]

And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
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Billy Joel is brilliant here! Very Dylanesque!

We Didn't Start The Fire lyrics Billy Joel

49 harry truman, doris day, red china, johnnie ray
South pacific, walter winchell, joe dimaggio

50 joe mccarthy, richard nixon, studebaker, television
North korea, south korea, marilyn monroe

51 rosenbergs, h-bomb, sugar ray, panmunjom
Brando, the king and I and the catcher in the rye

52 Eisenhower, vaccine, englands got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

Chorus
We didnt start the fire
It was always burning
Since the worlds been turning
We didnt start the fire
No we didnt light it
But we tried to fight it

53 joseph stalin, malenkov, nasser and prokofiev
Rockefeller, campanella, communist bloc

54 roy cohn, juan peron, toscanini, dacron
Dien bien phu falls, rock around the clock

55 einstein, james dean, brooklyns got a winning team
Davy crockett, peter pan, elvis presley, disneyland

56 bardot, budapest, alabama, krushchev
Princess grace, peyton place, trouble in the suez

Chorus

57 little rock, pasternak, mickey mantle, kerouac
Sputnik, chou en-lai, bridge on the river kwai

58 lebanon, charles de gaulle, california baseball
Starkweather, homicide, children of thalidomide

59 buddy holly, ben hur, space monkey, mafia
Hula hoops, castro, edsel is a no-go

60 u-2, syngman rhee, payola and kennedy
Chubby checker, psycho, belgians in the congo

Chorus

61 hemingway, eichmann, stranger in a strange land
Dylan, berlin, bay of pigs invasion

62 lawrence of arabia, british beatlemania
Ole miss, john glenn, liston beats patterson

63 pope paul, malcolm x, british politician sex
Jfk, blown away, what else do I have to say

Chorus

64 - 89 birth control, ho chi minh, richard nixon back
again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline
Ayatollahs in iran, russians in afghanistan

Wheel of fortune, sally ride, heavy metal, suicide
Foreign debts, homeless vets, aids, crack, bernie
goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, chinas under martial law
Rock and roller cola wars, I cant take it anymore

Chorus

We didnt start the fire
But when we are gone
Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on...
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BOB DYLAN LYRICS are so Brilliant!

"Highway 61 Revisited"

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What ?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done ?"
God says. "Out on Highway 61".

Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there's only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol' Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on Highway 61.

Well Mack the finger said to Louie the King
I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get ride of these things
And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61.

Now the fift daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren't right
My complexion she said is much too white
He said come here and step into the light he says hmmm you're right
Let me tell second mother this has been done
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61.

Now the rowin' gambler he was very bored
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.
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Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Bob Dylan Key Of D

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The famous Robert Zimmerman (Bob Dylan), wrote this piece for his ex-wife Sarah....

Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands

The kings of tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mothers drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory of cannery row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just cant help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, youre on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
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"Ballad Of A Thin Man" Dylan is poetic as ever!

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man ?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home.

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is ?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you says, "What's mine ?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is ?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone ?"

But something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak ?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone.

And something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations.
You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known.

But something is happening here
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan".

And you know something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason ?"
And he says, "How ?"
And you say, "What does this mean ?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home".

Because something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones.

Does something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?
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Sopranos Theme Song Key of F
Original Air Dates: 2000 -

You woke up this morning. Got yourself a gun.
Mama always said you'd be the Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million you've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign, with a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning all the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you about right and wrong.

But you're looking good, baby, I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning the world turned upside down,
Thing's ain't been the same since the Blues walked into town.

But you're one in a million you've got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign, with a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning, when you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning, you got yourself a gun.
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Promised Land Elvis Presley Key of A

(Words & music by Chuck Berry)
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound
And rode into Raleigh
And on across Caroline

We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
Halfway across Alabam'
And that hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham

Right away I brought me a through train ticket
Ridin' across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down

Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Alburquerque
On a jet to the promised land

Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate

Swing low chariot come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
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Artist : Kinks Song : Celluloid Heroes

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star,
And everybody’s in movies, it doesn’t matter who
you are.
There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street,
And if you walk down Hollywood boulevard
Their names are written in concrete!

Don’t step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the
boulevard,
She looks so weak and fragile that’s why she
tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess
And they sat her on a throne,
But she turned her back on stardom,
Because she wanted to be alone.

You can see all the stars as you walk down
Hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognize, some that you’ve hardly
even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for
fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in
vain.
Rudolph valentino, looks very much alive,
And he looks up ladies’ dresses as they sadly
pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
’cos he’s liable to turn and bite,
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life.
If you covered him with garbage,
George sanders would still have style,
And if you stamped on mickey Rooney
He would still turn round and smile,
But please don’t tread on dearest Marilyn
’cos she’s not very tough,
She should have been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.

You can see all the stars as you walk down
hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly
even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for
fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in
vain.

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star
And everybody’s in show biz, it doesn’t matter
who you are.

And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along Hollywood boulevard.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie
show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and
heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

You can see all the stars as you walk along
Hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognize, some that you’ve hardly
even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for
fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in
vain.

Oh celluloid heroes never feel any pain
Oh celluloid heroes never really die.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie
show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and
heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.
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Disney lyrics - Bare Necessities
album: The Jungle Book (1967)

Look for the, Bear Necessities
The simple bear Necessities,
Forget about your worries and your strife.
I mean the, Bear Necessities
Oh, Mother Nature's recipes that bring the Bear Necessities to life.

Where-ever I wander, where-ever I rome,
I couldn't be fonder, of my big home.
The bees are buzzin' in the trees
To make some honey just for me.
When you look under the rocks and plants,
Take a glance at the fancy ants
And maybe try a few!
The Bear Necessities of life will come to you!

Look for the Bear Necessities,
The simple Bear Necessities,
Forget about your worries and your strife!
I mean the Bear Necessities,
It's why a bear can rest-at-ease
With just the Bear Necessities of life!

Now when you pick a raw paw, or prickly pear.
And you pick a raw paw, next time beware.
Don't pick the prickly pear by paw
When you try to pick, try to use the claw.
But you don't need to use the claw
When you pick-a-pear from the big paw paw.
Have I given you a clue?

The Bear Necessities of life will come to you
(They'll come to me)
They'll come to you.

Instrumental break.

The Bear Necessities of life will come to you

And don't spend your time lookin' around
For something you want that can't be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin' about it
I'll tell you something true

The bare necessities of life will come to you

The Bare Necessities (Reprise)

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
With just the bare necessities of life
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Tender Years
By: Beaver Brown Band key of G

When the moon hung soft and low,
Catchin' stardust in the light
You held me closer and closer
There was magic in the night

A sweet love song, a melody
that I still can recall
Two young hearts filled with dreams
To walk away with it all

Whoa, whoa tender years
Won't you wash away my tears
How I wish you were here
Please don't go, tender years

A summer love, a beach romance
Sought her kisses in the sand
Two young hearts filled with fire
Lost in never-neverland.

Whoa, whoa tender years
Won't you wash away my tears
How I wish you were here
Please don't go, tender years
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One After 909 Beatles

My baby says she's traveling on the one after 909
I said move over honey, I'm traveling on that line
I said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby, don't be cold as ice, she said she's
traveling on the one after 909

Well I begged her not to go and I begged her on my
bended knees
I said you're only fooling around, you're only fooling
around with me
I said move over once, move over twice, come on baby
don't be cold as ice
She said she's traveling on the one after 909

Pick up my bag, run to the station, rail man says,
you've got the wrong location, yeah

Pick up my bags, run right home, then I find, you got
the number wrong

She said she's traveling on the one after 909
Said move over honey I'm traveling on that line
Said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby, don't be cold as ice, she said she's
traveling on the one after 909

Well, my baby said she's traveling on the one after 909
Said move over honey, I'm traveling on that line
Said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby, don't be cold as ice, she said she's
traveling on the one after 90
Said I'm traveling on the one after 90, Said I'm
traveling on the one after 909
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KEEP DRIVING BABY
Written By ERIC TURNBOW (Key of BM)

(V1) You said you’d always loved me, but you drove off and left me

You never called, you didn’t cry, No, you perfected your lie

You ran me over, hit and run….. you shattered me life

You thought that it was fun, to poke me in the eye

CH So just keep driving baby….., Don’t bother coming back

I don’t need no boomerang to knock me off my track

Train whistle blowing……, as you moter down I-5

But I closed off your exit ramp, you never will arrive

Just keep drivin’ baby, down lifes lonely one way street

You’re highway has no turnaround, and I’m back on my feet

So just keep driving baby

Yes keep driving baby (last time tag 3 times)

(V2) Ocean hide-aways, with Chinese food

Rock and rolling rendezvous to keep you in the mood

Nature walks and tenderness, with late night serenades

Weren’t enough to satisfy, or stop your cheating ways

(Repeat chorus) Guitar solo

(V3) I held you under my wing, warm and protected

But now you drive away, and I’m cold and neglected

Don’t come sneaking round my stage again

‘Cause I’ve unplugged your mike

Your songbird voice is worthless now

So just go take a fuckin’ hike……… and just

(Repeat Chorus)

Written By ERIC TURNBOW (extraterrestrial Music, Copywrite
6/09/00)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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YOUR THE KIND, THAT NOBODY NEEDS
Written by Eric Turnbow

(V1) Word on the wires, you’re back on the street

I heard about you from every pimp I meet

You Put me through hell the first Time around

You brought me up, and than you threw me down

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

(V2) You took me t.v., and you stole my cash

I won’t even ask about my missing stash

You took me to the cleaners when you stole my ring

Baby you’re the girl with the scorpion sting

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

(Guitar solo) 1 time

(V3) Your skin is soft, but you’re a snake inside

You take two steps forward, but you always backslide

I’m constantly considering a homicide

Maybe i could use a little cyanide

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

(V4) You think you’re a grownup, but you’re really a child

You’re some kind of Medusa, really drive men wild

You look like an angel, but you’re really a bitch

You discard the gentleman, and run to the rich

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

REPEAT VERSE ONE:

TRIPLE TAG…….. 4x’s the last line at the end

Written by Eric Turnbow (Extraterrestrial Music, Copywrite 6/25/02)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Until Its Time For You To Go Elvis Lyric

You're not a dream,
You're not an angel,
You're a woman,
I'm not a king,
I'm just a man,
Take my hand,
We'll make a space,
In this life that we planned,
And here we'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go.

Yes, we're diff'rent, worlds apart,
We're not the same,
We laughed and played,
At the start, like in a game,
You could have stayed,
Outside my heart,
But in you came,
And here you'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go.

Don't ask why, Don't ask how,
Don't ask forever, love me, love me,
Love me, love me now

This love of mine,
Had no beginning,
It has no end,
I was an oak,
Now I'm a willow,
Now I can bend,
And tho' I'll never,
In my life see you again,
And still I'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go.

Don't ask why, Don't ask how,
Don't ask forever, love me, love me,
Love me, love me now.

This love of mine, had no beginning,
It has no end,
I was an oak, now I'm a willow,
And I can bend,
And thou I'll never,
In my life see you again,
Here I'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go,
Yes I'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go

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Our first night at O’Malley’s went pretty good! Thanks! We had least 13 singers, plus at least 4 dancing couples! here is the Rotation for 12/01/1- Ready?

01. Colin
02. Mimi
03. McLovin
04. Laura
05. John
06. Fogle
07. J.J.
08. Tom
09. Lisa
10. Pat
11. Sandy
12. Tina
13. E.T.
The Chief at the mix…..

The POP Music Journal Of Professor Turnbow

Note: E.T. (Professor Turnbow) will be uploading his journals/letters which he has accumulated though decades of concert going. The following is the fifth of many installments to come.

The Eagles

“The Eagles” is one of those Super Groups, that all song writers love to analyze and emulate. The combination of talent in that band is unbelievable, with the force of Don Henley, Glenn Fry, Joe Walsh, and yes even the bass man Timothy B. Schmidt. They compose slices of life, that the whole world can relate to. We are lucky that “Hell Finally Froze Over” in 1994, and the boys of summer were reunited to play music for the first time in some 14 years. If you get the opportunity to go to an Eagles Live Concert, you best better do it, just in case lightening refuses to strike again!

This reviewer was lucky enough to see the legendary band at the Tacoma Dome in Washington State, on November 3, 1994. Everything was $85 that night. The concert tickets, as well as the “Ramada Hotel” right next door that included FREE parking for my date as well as myself that night. Great cocktail lounge with the famous Electric Ice Tea to party at before and after the show, before retiring to your room…… So convenient! But that is another story. My job tonight is to review the most recent “Eagles 2002 Tour”.

This one was in Oregon State, city of Portland at “The Rose Garden” where the “Portland Trailblazers” play Pro basketball. The show took place on June 13th 2002, about a two hour drive on beautiful Interstate Five Southbound, coming from home town of Olympia Washington. This was a three hour plus romp with a 20 minute break in the middle. A beautiful day, the sun was out and everything was glorious!

We arrived, parked, and entered the venue. The band came on and announced they were thrilled to be out on tour, and then proceeded to play almost all of their best hits, and some enticing solo gems as well. It’s amazing that Joe Walsh was able to cover songs the played with one of his early groups “James Gang” from the early seventies, and both Glenn Fry and Don Henley had allot of success in the Eighties when MTV was all the rage, they both were releasing relevant music, which they featured on tour this particular evening in Oregon.

EAGLES SET LIST SET ONE: Opener at 8:15 pm

* The Long Run
* New Kid In Town
* Wasted Time
* Peaceful Easy Feeling
* Pretty Maids All In a Row
* Love Will keep Us Alive
* Boys Of Summer (Solo Henley Tune)
* Take It To The Limit (One of Rocks best WALTZES!)
* All ready Gone
* In The City
* One Of These Nights
* (20 minute break)

SET TWO Opener at 9:35pm

* Witchy Woman
* Lyin’ Eyes
* I Can’t Tell You Why
* Walk Away (James Gang Gem by Joe Walsh)
* Tequila Sunrise
* Down At The Sunset Grill (Another Henly Solo Tune)
* We Belong To The City:(Glen Fry Solo gem from “Miami Vice” Sound track in 1985)
* Dirty Laundry (Rocking Henly Solo Material)
* Life’s Been Good (Joe Walsh Solo Tune)
* Funk 49 (Another James Gang Gem)
* Heartache Tonight
* Life In The Fast Lane

ENCORE #01 Hotel California (FM Radio Staple, their most famous to date)
ENCORE #02 Rocky Mountain Way (Joe Walsh Classic)
ENCORE #03 All She Wants To Do Is Dance (Solo Henly)
ENCORE #04 Take It Easy (Co-written by Jackson Brown)
ENCORE #05 Desperado (Quiet Classic as sung by Glenn Fry, the co-writer).

This concert rocked! The songs all speck for themselves and remain classics to this day. Even country superstar Garth Brooks has said "The Eagles" were one of the most influential bands in the development of his musical style! High praise from a guy who has sold about the same amount of albums in his own right. Good song writing makes a good band, and tonight was no exception. I rate this one with a big fat "A". I will try to catch them again, if we as a human race are lucky enough to have such a rare and outstanding moment to occur again! THUMBS UP........ WAY UP!!!!!!!!!!

E.T.
Professor Turnbow

Note: Professor Turnbow may be reached at:
(360) 943-7039
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