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Post by ipuffin on Apr 14, 2011 17:44:25 GMT -5
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 15, 2011 6:36:58 GMT -5
...AND HERE WE GO: Ferdinand standing in the tower Thinkin' how to get the power Empress knows that it would cost her For Ferdinand The Impostor Came to me to make a deal Dressed like General Butterfield Couldn't wait to thank him for The stuffed birds and rubber door Donated to him from the poor It's just his game And he carries no shame But he done nobody wrong He knew he didn't belong But he went along Looking to see if there's somebody Else he'd like to be Benny the Barber, Luke and me Passed out tickets cautiously To see the burning of the soup Down at Lucy's chicken coop Then of course Ferdinand Started out doing Charlie Chan That last atlas honky's fall He says he's gonna do them all A voice just said he's not for real But it's just his game And he carries no shame But he done nobody wrong He knew he didn't belong But he went along Lookin' to see if there's somebody Else he'd like to be, mainly free It's hard, oh, don't you know? To be somebody that you don't even know But he's friendly, yes he's kind I can't help wonderin' Why they'd want to change his mind? I got a message in the mail Ferdinand was thrown in jail I left the snow with Abigail Went on down to fix his bail Locked in a gunny sack His hands were tied behind his back He claimed he was a Doukhobor But they never heard of that in Baltimore The police said He'd better go home And he went back alone Back to the snow But still he done nobody wrong He just didn't belong but he went along Lookin' to see if there's somebody Else he'd like to be, mainly free  please, have some first! ;D ....oh but it DOES come along with some Sauce |
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Post by jarvitronics on Apr 15, 2011 12:37:22 GMT -5
Once upon a long ago children searched for treasure -j |
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Post by iameye on Apr 15, 2011 13:49:02 GMT -5
Gee jarv, how can ya get as far as treasure and not get trove? trove 1888, from treasure trove (c.1550), from Anglo-Fr. tresor trové (late 12c.), translating L. thesaurus inventus, lit. "treasure found."  |
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Post by jarvitronics on Apr 15, 2011 13:58:38 GMT -5
Gee jarv, how can ya get as far as treasure and not get trove? trove 1888, from treasure trove (c.1550), from Anglo-Fr. tresor trové (late 12c.), translating L. thesaurus inventus, lit. "treasure found."  -j |
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 15, 2011 14:58:40 GMT -5
...AND HERE WE GO: Ferdinand standing in the tower Thinkin' how to get the power Empress knows that it would cost her For Ferdinand The Impostor Came to me to make a deal Dressed like General Butterfield Couldn't wait to thank him for The stuffed birds and rubber door Donated to him from the poor It's just his game And he carries no shame But he done nobody wrong He knew he didn't belong But he went along Looking to see if there's somebody Else he'd like to be Benny the Barber, Luke and me Passed out tickets cautiously To see the burning of the soup Down at Lucy's chicken coop Then of course Ferdinand Started out doing Charlie Chan That last atlas honky's fall He says he's gonna do them all A voice just said he's not for real But it's just his game And he carries no shame But he done nobody wrong He knew he didn't belong But he went along Lookin' to see if there's somebody Else he'd like to be, mainly free It's hard, oh, don't you know? To be somebody that you don't even know But he's friendly, yes he's kind I can't help wonderin' Why they'd want to change his mind? I got a message in the mail Ferdinand was thrown in jail I left the snow with Abigail Went on down to fix his bail Locked in a gunny sack His hands were tied behind his back He claimed he was a Doukhobor But they never heard of that in Baltimore The police said He'd better go home And he went back alone Back to the snow But still he done nobody wrong He just didn't belong but he went along Lookin' to see if there's somebody Else he'd like to be, mainly free please, have some first! ;D ....oh but it DOES come along with some Sauce No one? Not even one? should I slice it first or something? |
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Post by B on Apr 15, 2011 16:32:40 GMT -5
Beuller?
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 15, 2011 17:11:36 GMT -5
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Post by jarvitronics on Apr 16, 2011 18:04:38 GMT -5
Once upon a long ago children searched for treasure   Nature's plan went hand in hand with playzure.  -j |
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 18, 2011 12:40:32 GMT -5
Ferdinand the ImposterFerdinand standing in the tower Thinkin' how to get the power Empress knows that it would cost her For Ferdinand The Imposter
Came to me to make a deal Dressed like General Butterfield Couldn't wait to thank him for The stuffed birds and rubber door - or fake Byrds and rubber Doors? - fake BANDDonated to him from the poor - Salvation Army reversed?It's just his game And he carries no shame But he done nobody wrong He knew he didn't belong But he went along Looking to see if there's somebody
Else he'd like to beMore to come
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 21, 2011 1:34:19 GMT -5
I went down to the corner at a-half past ten
I’s lookin’ around, I wouldn’t say when
I looked down low, I looked above
And who did I see but the one I love
She said, “Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve
A-lookin’ around just to see myself
I spotted a horse and a donkey, too
I looked for a cow and I saw me a few
They said, “Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Don’t ya tell Henry
Apple’s got your fly”
The BARGEE gives a whoop and starts to dance, playing a mouth-organ. He stumbles, and everybody laughs.
ANNIE (scornfully). And what regiment's that one, serjeant? The Backwards-Mounted-Foot?
BARGEE. I'll tell you, me lovely, why not? The Queen's Own Randy Chancers: or the Royal Facing-Both-Ways -- hey, me clever monkeys:
Old Joe looks out for Joe
Plots and plans and who lies low?
But the Lord provides, says Crooked Old Joe.
MUSGRAVE (looking sharply at him). Eh?
The BARGEE shrugs and grins. MUSGRAVE dismisses the question.
BARGEE. Just a little joke . . . little joke: little dog, I'll be with you . . .
Every time I go to town
the boys keep kicking my dog around
Don't know why I'm going to town
I don't know why they kick my dog around
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Post by iameye on Apr 21, 2011 6:38:25 GMT -5
Old Joe looks out for Joe
Plots and plans and who lies low?
But the Lord provides, says Crooked Old Joe.
Just a little joke . . . little joke: little dog, I'll be with you . . . 
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 28, 2011 16:21:35 GMT -5
(from Bob Dylan Who's Who) after Dylan's motorcycle crash, when he was recuperating in Woodstock, Ginsberg visited him, bringing as a gift "a box full of books of all kinds. All the modern poets I knew. Some ancient poets like Sir Thomas Wyatt, Campion. Dickinson, Rimbaud, Lorca, Apollinaire, Blake, Whitman and so forth."It must have been a very large box!sometimes,
it's REALLY not the size that's important! |
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 28, 2011 22:14:03 GMT -5
 in Full Glory
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 29, 2011 15:21:55 GMT -5
 And the old triangle went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal |
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 30, 2011 7:25:42 GMT -5
Now, you can train on down
To Williams Point
You can bust your feet
You can rock this joint
But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now ?
You're gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow.
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 30, 2011 8:07:27 GMT -5
And after ev’ry plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell
You knew that we would meet again
If your mem’ry served you well
This wheel’s on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode! |
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Post by ipuffin on Apr 30, 2011 15:55:36 GMT -5
(from Bob Dylan Who's Who) after Dylan's motorcycle crash, when he was recuperating in Woodstock, Ginsberg visited him, bringing as a gift "a box full of books of all kinds. All the modern poets I knew. Some ancient poets like Sir Thomas Wyatt, Campion. Dickinson, Rimbaud, Lorca, Apollinaire, Blake, Whitman and so forth."It must have been a very large box!sometimes,
it's REALLY not the size that's important! Elementary Penguins Singing Hare Krishna     When the Circus rolls into Town |
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Post by ipuffin on May 5, 2011 8:34:46 GMT -5
Be Careful Of Stones You Throw/Hank Williams A tongue can accuse or carry bad news; The seeds of distrust it will sow. So unless you have made no mistakes in your life, Be careful of stones that you throw. A neighbor was passing my garden one time; She smiled and I knew right away That it was gossip not flowers that she had on her mind, And this is what I heard my neighbor say: "That bad girl down the street, she should be run from our midst. She drinks and she talks quite a lot. She knows not to speak to my child nor to me." My neighbor then smiled, and I thought . . . A tongue can accuse or carry bad news; The seeds of distrust it will sow. So unless you have made no mistakes in your life, Be careful of stones that you throw. The car speeded by, the screaming of brakes A sound that made my blood chill, For my neighbor's one child had been pulled from the path And saved by a girl lying still. Her child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out, "Oh, who is that brave girl so sweet?" I covered the crushed, broken body and said, "That bad girl down the street." A tongue can accuse or carry bad news; The seeds of distrust it will sow. So unless you have made no mistakes in your life, Be careful of stones that you throw.  |
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Post by ipuffin on May 6, 2011 12:36:50 GMT -5
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Post by ipuffin on May 15, 2011 7:09:03 GMT -5
mp3skull.com/mp3/bob_dylan_tiny_montgomery.htmlWell you can tell ev’rybody down in ol’ Frisco Tell ’em Tiny Montgomery says hello Now ev’ry boy and girl’s gonna get their bang ’Cause Tiny Montgomery’s gonna shake that thing Tell ev’rybody down in ol’ Frisco That Tiny Montgomery’s comin’ down to say hello Skinny Moo and half-track Frank They’re gonna both be gettin’ outa the tank One bird book and a buzzard and a crow Tell ’em all that Tiny’s gonna say hello Scratch your dad Do that bird Suck that pig And bring it on home Pick that drip And bake that dough Tell ’em all That Tiny says hello Now he’s king of the drunks, an’ he squeezes, too Watch out, Lester, Take it, Lou Join the monks, The C.I.O. Tell ’em all that Tiny Montgomery says hello Now grease that pig And sing praise Go on out And gas that dog Trick on in Honk that stink Take it on down And watch it grow Play it low And pick it up Take it on in In a plucking cup Three-legged man And a hot-lipped hoe Tell ’em all Montgomery says hello Well you can tell ev’rybody down in ol’ Frisco Tell ’em all Montgomery says hello from the ambitious blog Every Bob Dylan Song:"but this is something entirely different, isn't it? You've sort of got something resembling a "tie it all together" refrain, where the narrator alerts the town of San Francisco that some kind of mythical Bill Brasky-like figure named Tiny Montgomery is saying hello (which could mean any number of things - is Tiny on the way here? Has he got scores to settle? Do those scores involve ME, by chance??), and apparently the preparations for this imminent arrival involve the weirdest crap you could bother thinking of doing. "Suck that pig/and bring it on home", "trick on in/flower that smoke", pink that dream/and nose that dough" - what in the name of Jesus is Dylan on about? ;D ;D ;D  Montgomery.... ...or Montgomery?
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Post by ipuffin on May 16, 2011 6:56:35 GMT -5
Yes, but I know in my head
That we're all so misled,
And it's that ol' sign on the cross
That worries me.
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Post by ipuffin on May 16, 2011 7:13:56 GMT -5
Next time on the Highway's gonna be the Death of me |
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Post by iameye on May 16, 2011 7:20:38 GMT -5
Don't let it worry you. The sign must be there to show the work is done. Ev’ry day,
ev’ry night, see the sign on the cross just layin’ up
on top of the hill. Yes, we thought it might have
disappeared long ago, but I’m here to tell you, friends,
that I’m afraid it’s lyin’ there still. Yes, just a
little time is all you need, you might say, but I don’t
know ’bout that any more, because the bird is here and
you might want to enter it, but, of course, the door might
be closed. ( no, it is open)
But I just would like to tell you one time,
if I don’t see you again, that the thing is, that the sign
on the cross is the thing you might need the most. |
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Post by iameye on May 16, 2011 7:29:09 GMT -5
Oh, and by the way, the sign simply reads HOMEI sweet surrender Please remember who we are! |
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please, have some first! ;D
