Saturday, 31 March 2012
If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats: L Is for Lange #13
If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger,There'd Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats: L Is for Lange #13: Ditched, Stalled and Stranded; San Joaquin Valley, California (1935)
Sunday, 11 March 2012
Sweet Jane ~
anyone who's ever had a haartwouldn't turn around & break it
& anyone who ever played a part
wouldn't turn around & hate it.
sweet jane, sweet jane
sweet, sweet jane
you're waiting
for jimmy down in the alley
waiting there
for him to come back home
waiting on the corner
& thinking of ways
to get back home.
sweet jane, sweet jane.
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
seven green bottles hanging on the wall
it was the best of times..it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom..it was the age of foolishness.
it was the epoch of belief,,it was the epoch of incredulity.
it was the season of light..it was the season of darkness.
it was the spring of hope..it was the winter of despair.
we had everything before us..we nothing before us.
we were all going direct to heaven _
Thursday, 1 March 2012
Psycho
I'm hungry as can be
oh lord, how I wish Mama
u could stop the baby cryin'
'cause my head is killing me.
I saw my ex again last night Mama
she was at the dance at Miller's store
she was with that Jackie White Mama
I killed them both
& they're buried under JaKob's sycamore.
u think I'm psycho don't ya Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
u think I'm psycho don't ya Mama
u better let 'em lock me up.
oh, don't hand me JoHnny's pup Mama
as I might squeeze him too tight
I'm having crazy dreams again Mama
so let me tell u 'bout last night
I woke up in JoHnny's room Mama
standing right there by his bed
with my hands around his throat Mama
wishing both of us were dead.
u think I'm psycho don't u Mama
I just killed JoHnny's pup
u think I'm psycho don't u Mama
u better let 'em lock me up.
oh u recall that little girl Mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
oh don't tell me that she's dead Mama
'cause I just saw her in the park
we were sitting on the bench Mama
thinking of a game to play
seems I was holding a wrench Mama
then my mind just walked away.
u think I'm crazy don't u Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
u think crazy don't u Mama
Mama why don't u get up..?? _ Mama, Mama.
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Friday, 3 February 2012
Richest man in the 'bone-yard'
Charley PATTON - Oh Death
Prayer of Death - Part 1&2
Bo Weavil Jackson - I'm on my way to the Kingdom Land.
Prayer of Death - Part 1&2
Bo Weavil Jackson - I'm on my way to the Kingdom Land.
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Girls on Dope
Sunday, 22 January 2012
the runcible spoon
the owl & the pussycat went to sea
in a beautiful pea-green boat,
they took some honey, & plenty of money,
wrapped up in a five pound note.
the owl looked up to the stars above,
& sang to a small guitar,
'o lovely pussy! o pussy my love,
wot a beautiful pussy U are, U are, U are,
wot a beautiful pussy U are'.
pussy said to the owl ' U elegant fowl,
how charmingly sweet U sing.
o let us get married, too long we have tarried;
but wot shall we do for a ring?'
they sailed away, for a year & a day,
to the land where the bong-tree grows,
& there in a wood a piggy-wig stood
with a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
with a ring at the end of his nose.
'dear pig, are U willing to sell for one shilling, your ring?'
said the piggy, 'i will'
so they took it away , & were married next day
by the turkey who lives on the hill.
they dined on mince, & slices of quince,
which they ate with a runcible spoon.
they danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
they danced by the light of the moon.
Edward Lear..
in a beautiful pea-green boat,
they took some honey, & plenty of money,
wrapped up in a five pound note.
the owl looked up to the stars above,
& sang to a small guitar,
'o lovely pussy! o pussy my love,
wot a beautiful pussy U are, U are, U are,
wot a beautiful pussy U are'.
pussy said to the owl ' U elegant fowl,
how charmingly sweet U sing.
o let us get married, too long we have tarried;
but wot shall we do for a ring?'
they sailed away, for a year & a day,
to the land where the bong-tree grows,
& there in a wood a piggy-wig stood
with a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
with a ring at the end of his nose.
'dear pig, are U willing to sell for one shilling, your ring?'
said the piggy, 'i will'
so they took it away , & were married next day
by the turkey who lives on the hill.
they dined on mince, & slices of quince,
which they ate with a runcible spoon.
they danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
they danced by the light of the moon.
Friday, 20 January 2012
jacked
..little jack horner sat in the corner
eating his christmas pie,
he put in his thumb & pulled out a plum
& said 'wot a good boy am i' _
who said, 'crime doesn't pay..??'..the plum might be Mells Manor, Somerset, UK..hahaHa
eating his christmas pie,
he put in his thumb & pulled out a plum
& said 'wot a good boy am i' _
who said, 'crime doesn't pay..??'..the plum might be Mells Manor, Somerset, UK..hahaHa
Mother Hubbard _
old mother hubbard went to the cupboard,
to give the poor dog a bone:
when she got there, the cupboard was bare,
& so the poor pecker had none.
she went to the baker's to buy him some bread:
when she came back the dog was dead!
she went to the undertaker's to buy him a coffin:
when she came back the dog was laughing.
she went to the cobbler's to buy him some shoes:
when she came back he was reading the news.
the dame made a curtsy, the dog made a bow:
the dame said, 'your servant':
the dog said, 'bow-wow'.
to give the poor dog a bone:
when she got there, the cupboard was bare,
& so the poor pecker had none.
she went to the baker's to buy him some bread:
when she came back the dog was dead!
she went to the undertaker's to buy him a coffin:
when she came back the dog was laughing.
she went to the cobbler's to buy him some shoes:
when she came back he was reading the news.
the dame made a curtsy, the dog made a bow:
the dame said, 'your servant':
the dog said, 'bow-wow'.
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Sunday, 15 January 2012
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