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eloisel

eloisel

Forever Empress E
Something to wake up to on a Sunday morning.

Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye
Words and Music by John D. Loudermilk

Kiss me each morning for a million years,
Hold me each evening by your side,
Tell me you love me, for a million years,
Then if it don’t work out, then if it don’t work out,
Then you can tell me goodbye!

Sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss,
Soften my dreams with a sigh,
After you’ve loved me for a million years,
Then if it don’t work out, then if it don’t work out,
Then you can tell me goodbye!

If you must go, I won’t grieve,
If you just wait a lifetime before you leave . . .
If you must go, I won’t say no,
Just so we can say that we tried,
Tell me you love me for a million years,
Then if it don’t work out, then if it don’t work out,
Then you can tell me goodbye!

Then you can tell me goodbye . . .
 
OMG - I haven't heard this one in forever. Brings back some memories of some mighty fine and fun times.

The perfect country and western song.

You Never Even Call Me By My Name
by David Allen Coe

It was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
You don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore.
Even though your on my fightin' side.

CHORUS
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain.
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name.

I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
I've seen it on signs where I've laid
But the only time I know, I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final judgement day.

CHORUS...

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect
country and western song because he hadn't said anything about
Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk.
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent
it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written
the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it
on this album. The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train.

CHORUS:

So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain. No,
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name.
 
The Anniversary Song
by Margo Timmins

Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful
As that of the rain-soaked purple
Of the white birch in spring?

Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful
Than on a warm fall night
Under a Mackerel sky,
The smell of grapes on the wind?

Well I have known all these things
And the joys that they can bring
And I'll share them all for a cup of coffee
And to wear your ring

Have you ever had the pleasure of watching
A quiet winter's snow slowly gathering
Like simple moments adding up?

Have you ever satisfied a gut feeling
To follow a dry dirt road that's beckoning you
To the heart of a shimmering summer's day?

Well I have known all these things
And the joys that they can bring
And I'll share them all for a cup of coffee
And to wear your ring

And I don't know how I survived those days
Before I held your hand
Well I never thought that I would be the one
To admit that the moon and the sun
Shine so much more brighter when
Seen through two pairs of eyes than
When seen through just one

Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful
As a face in a crowd of people
That lights up just for you?

Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful
As when you wake
By the side of that boy or girl
Who has pledged their love to you?

Well I have known all these things
And the joys that they can bring
And now every morning there's a cup of coffee
And I wear your ring
 
Sometimes When We Touch
by: Dan Hill

You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly

At times I understand you
And I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you
And I've watched love pass you by

At times I think we're drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
 
"When The Levee Breaks"
- Led Zeppelin


If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break,
If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break,
When the levee breaks I’ll have no place to stay.
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Lord, mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home,
Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well.
Don’t it make you feel bad
When you’re tryin’ to find your way home,
You don’t know which way to go?
If you’re goin’ down south
They got no work to do,
If you don’t know about chicago.
Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good,
Now, cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good,
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
Thinkin’ ’bout me baby and my happy home.
Going, go’n’ to chicago,
Go’n’ to chicago,
Sorry but I can’t take you.
Going down, going down now, going down.
 
FALLING IN LOVE AGAIN
Hamilton Joe frank, and Reynolds


CHORUS
Baby, baby, fallin' in love
I'm fallin' in love again
Baby, baby, fallin' in love
I'm fallin' in love again

I could never see what fate had meant for me
And then you came and made my dreams match reality
Maybe you can see all the things you've meant to me
And my simple fate is at the gate and, girl, you've got the key

CHORUS

It seems like yesterday you and I first loved this way
But now I know how love can grow with each and every day
As we lay at midnight's hour and feel love's hidden power
So strong and bold as life unfolds its mystery to me

CHORUS

You and me for eternity in love will always be
Young and free and that should be the way it's gotta be

CHORUS
CHORUS FADES
 
Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
Let me say it once again.
Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
That's the town that "knew me when."

If you'd like to have a logical explanation
How I happened on this elegant syncopation,
I will say without a moment of hesitation
There is just one place
That can light my face.
Gary, Indiana,
Gary Indiana,

Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York, or Rome,
but Gary, Indiana,
Gary, Indiana,
Gary Indiana,
My home sweet home.

If you'd like to have a logical explanation
How I happened on this elegant syncopation,
I will say without a moment of hesitation
There is just one place
That can light my face.
Gary, Indiana,
Gary Indiana,

Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York, or Rome,
but Gary, Indiana,
Gary, Indiana,
Gary Indiana,
My home sweet home.
 
What a Wonderful World
by Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green, red roses too,
I watch them bloom for me and for you;
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world!

I see skies of blue, clouds of white,
The bright blessed day, and the dark sacred night;
And I think to myself... what a wonderful world!

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky,
Are also on the faces of people passing by.
I see friends shaking hands saying "how do you do,"
What they're really saying, is "I love you."

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow;
They'll learn much more than I'll never know.
And I think to myself…what a wonderful world!
Yes, I think to myself…what a wonderful world!
 
Incarnated marvels simplified
Effects from such a disconsolate kind
Impotence of the once so perfect living
Erase and rewind

Stand rigid for the next battle
Peace means reloading your guns
The love for life is all hatred in disguise
A carnival creation with masks undone

In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin
through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate

With the stigma feasting upon your flesh I wish you well
Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin
Worshipped by anyone's mass on our planet hell
What on earth possessed you

Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions

Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin

Left are the kings of the carnival creation
Carrying out the echoes of the fallen

Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
The ultimate graceless voyage of all times
Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
Cripples joining arms in clamour
Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted
 
Beautiful
from Sunday in the Park with George
m/l: Stephen Sondheim

Changing
It keeps changing
I see towers...where there were trees

Going
All the stillness
A solitude...Georgie

Sunday's disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful

All things are beautiful, Mother
All trees, all towers beautiful
That tower, beautiful, Mother
See...a perfect tree

Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother
Pretty is what changes
What the eye arranges...is what is beautiful!

Changing (I'm changing, you're changing)
It keeps changing (I'll draw us now before we fade, Mother)
It keeps melting...before our eyes! (You watch while I revise the world)
Changing...as we sit here
Quick! Draw it all, Georgie!

Sunday's disappearing as we look...
You make it beautiful
 
There Are Worse Things I Could Do
Grease
Sung by Stockard Channing:

There are worse things I could do,
than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood thinks
I'm trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true,
but there are worse things I could do

I could flirt with all the guys,
smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
make them think they stand a chance
and then refuse to see it through,
that's the thing I'd never do.

I can stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right,
take cold showers everyday,
and throw my life away,
on a dream that won't come true

I could hurt someone like me,
out of spite or jealousy,
I don't steal and I don't lie,
but I can feel and I cry
In fact I'll bet you never knew,
but to cry in front of you,
that's the worse thing I could do.
 
"Surfer Joe and Moe the Sleaze"
by: Neil Young

Here's a story about Surfer Joe
He caught the big one,
but he let it go
There's somebody satisfied
with winning.

Back on the boardwalk
there's Moe the Sleaze
Sells good things
and aims to please
He's almost even but
he doesn't mind a handout.

Come on down
for a pleasure cruise
We're all going
on a pleasure cruise
Come on down
for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women,
plenty of booze.

Give your ticket
to Moe the Sleaze
He's the one that's
weak in the knees
His pants are baggy,
but you can see them shaking.

I'll introduce you to Surfer Joe
He may be there,
I really don't know
We can smoke garfong
and watch him ride
the big one.

Come on down
for a pleasure cruise
We're all going
on a pleasure cruise
Come on down
for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women,
plenty of booze.

Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on.

Here's a story about Surfer Joe
He caught the big one,
and he let it go
There's somebody satisfied
with winning.

Here's a story about Surfer Joe
He caught the big one,
and he let it go
He's somebody satisfied
with winning.
He's somebody.
 
Ever since I was a young boy,
I've played the silver ball.
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all.
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall...
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball !

He stands like a statue,
Becomes part of the machine.
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean.
He plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball !

He's a pin ball wizard
There has got to be a twist.
A pin ball wizard,
S'got such a supple wrist.

'How do you think he does it? I don't know!
What makes him so good?'

He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear those buzzers and bells,
Don't see lights a flashin'
Plays by sense of smell.
Always has a replay,
'n' never tilts at all...
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball.

I thought I was
The Bally table king.
But I just handed
My pin ball crown to him.

Even my usual table
He can beat my best.
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest.
He's got crazy flipper fingers
Never seen him fall...
That deaf dumb and blind kind
Sure plays a mean pin ball.!!!!!
 
for some reason, I still love these lyrics :

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat


Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat


Well, morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat


Year of the Cat - Al Stewart
 
From Hair....

Sodomy
Fellatio
Cunnilingus
Pederasty

Father, why do these words sound so nasty?

Masturbation
Can be fun
Join the holy orgy
Kama Sutra
Everyone!
 
Espresso, Todd Rundgren, The Individualist

We're on the road again
Leavin' our load behind us
Put a new message on the answer phone
That they can't find us

The tickets are in my pocket
The shuttle is right on time
Everyone meets at the departure lounge
Half an hour we leave the ground

Let's go get a hot espresso
Or maybe a cappuccino
Say get me a cafe latte
Make it with lots of chocalattay in the middle of it

Let's pull over
I need some magazines
There's an attendant in the ladies room
If you're not squeamish
Which side of the road to drive on?
Here everyone eats so fast
And what was that language that we spoke yesterday?
I made some change so I can pay

To get us some hot espresso
Or maybe a cappuccino
Would you like a cafe latte
Make it with lots of chocalattay in the middle of it

Irish coffee
Sweet and sticky
English toffee
Plain and simple
Tea with honey
Top it off with ginseng royal jelly

In the morning it's a bus to Barcelona
Fly a little side trip over to roma
Then we all meet in Cannes, Nice, and Monaco
Then it's Venice, Munich, London, San Francisco
Then we drive to Sante Fe and Austin
New Orleans, Atlanta, New York, Boston
Philadelphia, Cleveland Ohio
Columbus, Detroit, coffee stop Chicago
Then it's L.A., Honolulu
Sidney, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Bangkok, Katmandu

And at the end of it all if God is willing
We're sipping turkish coffee in Greenwich Village

I need a hot espresso, I'm all jacked up!
I need a double espresso, I'm all jacked up!

Hot espresso
Fix me a cappuccino
How about a cafe latte
Make it one with lots of chocalattay in the middle of it

Gimme one more hot espresso
Have another cappuccino
Fire me up a cafe latte
Sprinkle on that lots of chocalattay in the middle of it
 
I kind of like this one:
Gary Lee and the Showdown

The Rodeo Song

Rodeo Song Lyrics

Well it's 40 below and I don't give a fuck
Got a heater in my truck and I'm off to the rodeo
And it's alamande left and alamande right
Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off the stage ya god damn goof ya know

Piss me off
ya fuckin' jerk
get on my nerves

Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand
He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo
And it's alamande left and alamande right
Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off the stage god damn goof ya know

Piss me off
fuckin' jerk
get on my nerves

Well it's 40 below and I aint got a truck
and i dont give a fuck cause im off to the rodeo
And it's alamande left and alamande right
Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off the stage ya god damn goof ya know

Piss me off
fuckin' jerk
get on my nerves

Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand
He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo
And it's alamande left and alamande right
Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off the stage ya god damn goof ya know

Piss me off
fuckin' jerk
get on my nerves
 
I'm a...
Colored
Spade
a Negro
a Black Nigger
a Jungle Bunny
Jigaboo
a Picaninny
Mau Mau
Uncle Tom
Aunt Jemima
Little Black Sambo
Cotton pickin swamp guinea
Jungle Man
Shoeshine Boy
Elevator operator
Table cleaner at heart
and hard up
slave
Voodoo Zombie
Ubangi Lipped
Black nosed
Tap dancer
resident of Harlem
and president of the United States of Love
Said President of the United States of Love
shhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit
Watermelon hominy grits and shortnin bread
alligator legs
some chitlins (so you say)
some black eyed peas (so you say)
some chili (so you say)
some collard greens (SO YOU SAY)
and if you dont watch out this boogie man will get you
ooooooooooooooooooooh yeah
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAH SO YOU SAY
 
Manchester England England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude
That's me that's me

Claude Hooper Bukowski
Finds that it's groovy
To hide in a movie
Pretends he's Fellini
And Antonioni
And also his countryman Roman Polanski
All rolled into one
One Claud Hooper Bukowski

Now that I've dropped out
Why is life dreary dreary
Answer my weary query
Timothy Leary dearie

Oh Manchester England England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude
That's me (that's he)
That's me (that's he)
That's me (that's he)
That's me
 
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