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once again, it's the Poor Girl's Morphine -- music.
(still swollen and quite sore, but i've been through worse with less. can i git an AMEN?)
anyway, wallowing in New Riders.
this is a classic we used to wail on, you know, as young kids will do when they think their heart is broken forever. four or five of us would get up, put on hats, boots, and bandanas. we'd grab our air band gear and just start going. someone would be rollin' a phat one for the Panama Red finale, someone else was inevitable sobbing in the corner for their lost soulmate.
One Too Many Stories
ONE TOO MANY STORIES
(JOHN DAWSON)
THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING GET BIGGER PRETTY FAST
AND THE GLOW I FELT AT MIDNIGHT, I THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD LAST
THE SUN IS SLOWLY RISING NOW INTO MY BLOODSHOT EYES
BUT I'M NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN, GONNA BELIEVE YOUR LIES AND THAT'S
ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
ONE TOO MANY TURNS OUT ON THE ROAD
MY LOVE FOR YOU COULDN'T HOLD THE LOAD
'CAUSE THAT'S ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
NOW A FRIENDLY BOTTLE OF WHISKEY AIN'T AS GOOD AS YOUR EMBRACE
BUT THE BOTTLE NEVER TOLD ME ANY STORIES TO MY FACE
SO YOU FIND ME HERE JUST DRINKIN', BUT FOR NOW IT'S GOT TO SUFFICE
'CAUSE I'M NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN, GONNA BELIEVE YOUR LIES AND THAT'S
ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
ONE TOO MANY TURNS OUT ON THE ROAD
MY LOVE FOR YOU COULDN'T HOLD THE LOAD
'CAUSE THAT'S ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
I SAID THAT'S ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
other times we'd get the giggles so bad we'd be unable to sing, especially if i started telling stories about us, the band. heh. this song was great for that.
Glendale Train
GLENDALE TRAIN
(JOHN DAWSON)
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
THIS MORNIN’ AT HALF-PAST NINE
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
AND I SWEAR I AIN’T LYIN’
THEY MADE CLEAN OFF WITH SIXTEEN G’S
AND LEFT TWO MEN LYING COLD
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
AND THEY MADE OFF WITH THE GOLD
CHARLIE JONES WAS THE ENGINEER
HE HAD TWENTY YEARS ON THE LINE
HE KISSED HIS WIFE AT THE STATION GATE
THIS MORNING AT SIX THIRTY-FIVE
NOW EVERYTHING WENT FINE ‘TIL HALF PAST-NINE
THEN CHARLIE LOOKED UP AND HE SAW
THERE WAS MEN ON HORSES, MEN WITH GUNS
AND NO SIGN OF THE LAW
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
THIS MORNIN’ AT HALF-PAST NINE
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
AND I SWEAR I AIN’T LYIN’
THEY MADE CLEAN OFF WITH SIXTEEN G’S
AND LEFT TWO MEN LYING COLD
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
AND THEY MADE OFF WITH THE GOLD
AMOS WHITE WAS THE BAGGAGE MAN
AND HE DEARLY LOVED HIS JOB
THE COMPANY, THEY REWARDED HIM
WITH A GOLDEN WATCH AND FOB
WELL, AMOS HE WAS A’ MARKIN’ TIME
WHEN THE DOOR BLEW OFF HIS CAR
THEY FOUND AMOS WHITE IN FIFTEEN PIECES,
FIFTEEN MILES APART
REPEAT CHORUS
the Wild Irish Rose and i were backup singers a lot of the time, but i wanted to be the best Bass Air Guitar playa there evah was, and i made them let me. they were great guys -- a hillbilly bunch of stoners. we had so much fun there.
and two more wailers....
Lonesome LA Cowboy
Lonesome L.A. Cowboy
Lyrics: Peter Rowan
Music: Peter Rowan
chorus
I'm just lonesome L.A. cowboy
Hanging out, and hanging on
To your window ledge, callin' your name
From midnight until dawn
I been smoking dope, snorting coke
Trying to write a song
Forgettin' everything I know
Till the next line comes along
Forgetting everything I know
Till the next line comes along
So many pretty people in this city, and I swear
Some of them are girls
I meet 'em down at Barney's Beanery
In their platform shoes and spit curls
I buy 'em drinks, we stoke our hopes
And try to make it one more night
When I'm left alone at last
I feel like I'll die from crying
[chorus]
I know Kris and Rita and Marty Mull
Are meeting at the Troubadour
We'll get it on with the "Joy Of Cooking"
While the crowd calls out for more
Around six o'clock this morning
I'll be gettin' kind of slow
When all the shows are over, honey, tell me
Where do you think I go?
[chorus]
Till the next line comes along
Teardrops In My Eyes
Teardrops In My Eyes
Lyrics: Red Allen, Tommy Sutton
Music: Red Allen, Tommy Sutton
Played by Jerry Garcia with the Black Mountain Boys in March 1964. Also played by the New Riders of the Purple Sage in the 1970s (though not with Garcia).
These heartaches now are on my way
What makes you want to be that way
You cheated on me and you lied
You put teardrops in my eyes
Chorus
I found out what they say is true
I hope some day that you'll be blue
And then you'll know dear why I cry
With these teardrops in my eyes
I heard the rumor's all around
That some day you let me down
I turn my head when gossip flies
'Cause it puts teardrops in my eyes
[chorus]
I never thought you'd let me down
But now at last I understand
You wrecked my life and broke our vows
You'll have to pay for it somehow
[chorus]
oh, the angst! oh, the heartache! it seems funny now, and actually, it was funny then, too. some of the lyrics just cracked us the hell up (The sun is slowly rising now, into my bloodshot eeeeeeyes....)it reminds me of how fleeting moments are, how nothing ever lasts, and how between music and laughter there is a way to weather the storm. that's not a bad lesson at seventeen.
and i am STILL, the best Bass Air Guitar playa evah. even if it's only on the strange planet.
****
* author's note:
please keep in mind these little snippets are from live albums, and don't nearly do their studio work (with Jerry Garcia, no less) any justice at all. email me if you want copies. i love these guys.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
(still swollen and quite sore, but i've been through worse with less. can i git an AMEN?)
anyway, wallowing in New Riders.
this is a classic we used to wail on, you know, as young kids will do when they think their heart is broken forever. four or five of us would get up, put on hats, boots, and bandanas. we'd grab our air band gear and just start going. someone would be rollin' a phat one for the Panama Red finale, someone else was inevitable sobbing in the corner for their lost soulmate.
One Too Many Stories
ONE TOO MANY STORIES
(JOHN DAWSON)
THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING GET BIGGER PRETTY FAST
AND THE GLOW I FELT AT MIDNIGHT, I THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD LAST
THE SUN IS SLOWLY RISING NOW INTO MY BLOODSHOT EYES
BUT I'M NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN, GONNA BELIEVE YOUR LIES AND THAT'S
ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
ONE TOO MANY TURNS OUT ON THE ROAD
MY LOVE FOR YOU COULDN'T HOLD THE LOAD
'CAUSE THAT'S ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
NOW A FRIENDLY BOTTLE OF WHISKEY AIN'T AS GOOD AS YOUR EMBRACE
BUT THE BOTTLE NEVER TOLD ME ANY STORIES TO MY FACE
SO YOU FIND ME HERE JUST DRINKIN', BUT FOR NOW IT'S GOT TO SUFFICE
'CAUSE I'M NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN, GONNA BELIEVE YOUR LIES AND THAT'S
ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
ONE TOO MANY TURNS OUT ON THE ROAD
MY LOVE FOR YOU COULDN'T HOLD THE LOAD
'CAUSE THAT'S ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
I SAID THAT'S ONE TOO MANY STORIES YOU'VE TOLD
other times we'd get the giggles so bad we'd be unable to sing, especially if i started telling stories about us, the band. heh. this song was great for that.
Glendale Train
GLENDALE TRAIN
(JOHN DAWSON)
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
THIS MORNIN’ AT HALF-PAST NINE
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
AND I SWEAR I AIN’T LYIN’
THEY MADE CLEAN OFF WITH SIXTEEN G’S
AND LEFT TWO MEN LYING COLD
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
AND THEY MADE OFF WITH THE GOLD
CHARLIE JONES WAS THE ENGINEER
HE HAD TWENTY YEARS ON THE LINE
HE KISSED HIS WIFE AT THE STATION GATE
THIS MORNING AT SIX THIRTY-FIVE
NOW EVERYTHING WENT FINE ‘TIL HALF PAST-NINE
THEN CHARLIE LOOKED UP AND HE SAW
THERE WAS MEN ON HORSES, MEN WITH GUNS
AND NO SIGN OF THE LAW
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
THIS MORNIN’ AT HALF-PAST NINE
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
AND I SWEAR I AIN’T LYIN’
THEY MADE CLEAN OFF WITH SIXTEEN G’S
AND LEFT TWO MEN LYING COLD
SOMEBODY ROBBED THE GLENDALE TRAIN
AND THEY MADE OFF WITH THE GOLD
AMOS WHITE WAS THE BAGGAGE MAN
AND HE DEARLY LOVED HIS JOB
THE COMPANY, THEY REWARDED HIM
WITH A GOLDEN WATCH AND FOB
WELL, AMOS HE WAS A’ MARKIN’ TIME
WHEN THE DOOR BLEW OFF HIS CAR
THEY FOUND AMOS WHITE IN FIFTEEN PIECES,
FIFTEEN MILES APART
REPEAT CHORUS
the Wild Irish Rose and i were backup singers a lot of the time, but i wanted to be the best Bass Air Guitar playa there evah was, and i made them let me. they were great guys -- a hillbilly bunch of stoners. we had so much fun there.
and two more wailers....
Lonesome LA Cowboy
Lonesome L.A. Cowboy
Lyrics: Peter Rowan
Music: Peter Rowan
chorus
I'm just lonesome L.A. cowboy
Hanging out, and hanging on
To your window ledge, callin' your name
From midnight until dawn
I been smoking dope, snorting coke
Trying to write a song
Forgettin' everything I know
Till the next line comes along
Forgetting everything I know
Till the next line comes along
So many pretty people in this city, and I swear
Some of them are girls
I meet 'em down at Barney's Beanery
In their platform shoes and spit curls
I buy 'em drinks, we stoke our hopes
And try to make it one more night
When I'm left alone at last
I feel like I'll die from crying
[chorus]
I know Kris and Rita and Marty Mull
Are meeting at the Troubadour
We'll get it on with the "Joy Of Cooking"
While the crowd calls out for more
Around six o'clock this morning
I'll be gettin' kind of slow
When all the shows are over, honey, tell me
Where do you think I go?
[chorus]
Till the next line comes along
Teardrops In My Eyes
Teardrops In My Eyes
Lyrics: Red Allen, Tommy Sutton
Music: Red Allen, Tommy Sutton
Played by Jerry Garcia with the Black Mountain Boys in March 1964. Also played by the New Riders of the Purple Sage in the 1970s (though not with Garcia).
These heartaches now are on my way
What makes you want to be that way
You cheated on me and you lied
You put teardrops in my eyes
Chorus
I found out what they say is true
I hope some day that you'll be blue
And then you'll know dear why I cry
With these teardrops in my eyes
I heard the rumor's all around
That some day you let me down
I turn my head when gossip flies
'Cause it puts teardrops in my eyes
[chorus]
I never thought you'd let me down
But now at last I understand
You wrecked my life and broke our vows
You'll have to pay for it somehow
[chorus]
oh, the angst! oh, the heartache! it seems funny now, and actually, it was funny then, too. some of the lyrics just cracked us the hell up (The sun is slowly rising now, into my bloodshot eeeeeeyes....)it reminds me of how fleeting moments are, how nothing ever lasts, and how between music and laughter there is a way to weather the storm. that's not a bad lesson at seventeen.
and i am STILL, the best Bass Air Guitar playa evah. even if it's only on the strange planet.
****
* author's note:
please keep in mind these little snippets are from live albums, and don't nearly do their studio work (with Jerry Garcia, no less) any justice at all. email me if you want copies. i love these guys.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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