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Post by Arjan Hut on Jan 7, 2020 13:11:10 GMT -5
Spirit of the West "Sixth Floor" 1993
At the corner of Elm and Northeast Houston Staring up at the Southeast window
Someone circled allegedly I refuse to pay six bucks to see People posing on the grassy knoll How many was that just him and Lincoln? I was squinting through the sun, do they count the bottom floor as 'one'?
And I phoned home from the bottom of the building with the '6th floor' You seem unimpressed at best that I phoned home From the bottom of the building with the '6th floor' aah-ho
Suitable for family viewing, cracked a joke about who he was screwing Stood in the centre of a concrete square (Human nature took me there)
Debbie did Dallas yah, so did I Found myself taking pictures of a brown stone against a blue sky Blue sky, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho Oh-ho,oh-ho
And I phoned home from the bottom of the building with the '6th floor' You seem unimpressed at best that I phoned home From the bottom of the building with the '6th floor'
And I phoned home from the bottom of the building with the '6th floor' You seem unimpressed at best that I phoned home From the bottom of the building with the '6th floor' aah-ho, oh-ho
Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-hoe
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Post by Arjan Hut on Jan 8, 2020 3:02:59 GMT -5
Queen "Killer queen" (1974)
She keeps her Moet et Chandon In her pretty cabinet "Let them eat cake", she says Just like Marie Antoinette A built-in remedy For Khrushchev and Kennedy At anytime an invitation You can't decline
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Post by Arjan Hut on Jan 8, 2020 6:52:05 GMT -5
Phil Ochs, The Crucifixion, 1967
And the night comes again to the circle studded sky The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie 'Till the universe explodes as a falling star is raised Planets are paralyzed, mountains are amazed But they all glow brighter from the brilliance of the blaze With the speed of insanity, then he dies.
In the green fields a turnin', a baby is born His cries crease the wind and mingle with the morn An assault upon the order, the changing of the guard Chosen for a challenge that is hopelessly hard And the only single sound is the sighing of the stars But to the silence and distance they are sworn
So dance dance dance Teach us to be true Come dance dance dance 'Cause we love you
Images of innocence charge him go on But the decadence of destiny is looking for a pawn To a nightmare of knowledge he opens up the gate And a blinding revelation is laid upon his plate That beneath the greatest love is a hurricane of hate And God help the critic of the dawn.
So he stands on the sea and shouts to the shore, But the louder that he screams the longer he's ignored For the wine of oblivion is drunk to the dregs And the merchants of the masses almost have to be begged 'Till the giant is aware, someone's pulling at his leg, And someone is tapping at the door.
Then his message gathers meaning and it spreads across the land The rewarding of his pain is the following of the man But ignorance is everywhere and people have their way Success is an enemy to the losers of the day In the shadows of the churches, who knows what they pray For blood is the language of the band.
The Spanish bulls are beaten; the crowd is soon beguiled, The matador is beautiful, a symphony of style Excitement is ecstatic, passion places bets Gracefully he bows to ovations that he gets But the hands that are applauding are slippery with sweat Then this overflow of life is crushed into a liar
The gentle soul is ripped apart and tossed into the fire. First a smile of rejection at the nearness of the night Truth becomes a tragedy limping from the light All the (canons|heavens) are horrified, they stagger from the sight As the cross is trembling with desire. They say they can't believe it, it's a sacrilegious shame
Now, who would want to hurt such a hero of the game? But you know I predicted it; I knew he had to fall How did it happen? I hope his suffering was small. Tell me every detail, I've got to know it all, And do you have a picture of the pain? Time takes her toll and the memory fades but his glory is broken, in the magic that he made.
Reality is ruined; it's the freeing from the fear The drama is distorted, to what they want to hear Swimming in their sorrow, in the twisting of a tear As they wait for a new thrill parade. The eyes of the rebel have been branded by the blind To the safety of sterility, the threat has been refined
The child was created to the slaughterhouse he's led So good to be alive when the eulogy is read The climax of emotion, the worship of the dead And the cycle of sacrifice unwinds.
And the night comes again to the circle studded sky The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie 'Till the universe explodes as a falling star is raised Planets are paralyzed, mountains are amazed But they all glow brighter from the brilliance of the blaze With the speed of insanity, then he died.
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Post by Arjan Hut on Jan 8, 2020 9:02:15 GMT -5
"Less Than Zero" is the debut single by Elvis Costello, released in 1977 on Stiff Records. It is the eighth track on Costello's debut album, My Aim Is True.
The song expressed Costello's anger after seeing former British Union of Fascists leader Oswald Mosley interviewed on television, attempting to deny his racist past.
Later, he substantially rewrote the lyrics to refer to Lee Harvey Oswald. This was a reference to the common misconception among American fans that this was the "Mr. Oswald" referred to in the original lyrics. This version is usually referred to as the "Dallas version" and is available as a bonus track on the My Aim is True reissue, and a live version can be found on Live at the El Mocambo.
Elvis Costello "Less than zero (Dallas version)" Live 1978
Calling Mister Oswald with the swastika tattoo There is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo Carving "v" for vandal on the guilty boy's head When he's had enough of that, maybe you'll take him to bed To teach him he's alive before he wishes he was dead
Turn up the TV, no one listening will suspect Even your mother won't detect it so your father won't know They think that I've got no respect, but Everything means less than zero Hey, oh hey Hey, oh hey
Oswald and his sister are doing it again They've got the finest home movies that you have ever seen They've got a thousand variations, every service with a smile They're gonna take a little break, and they'll be back after a while Well, I hear that South America is coming into style
A pistol was still smoking, a man lay on the floor Mister Oswald said he had an understanding with the law He said he heard about a couple living in the USA He said they traded in their baby for a Chevrolet Let's talk about the future now we've put the past away
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Post by Arjan Hut on Jan 12, 2020 7:40:03 GMT -5
John Fogerty, I saw it on tv, 1985
The coon-skin caps, Yankee bats, the Hound Dog man's big start The A-Bomb fears, Annette had ears, I lusted in my heart A young man from Boston set sail the new frontier And we watched the Dream dead-end in Dallas They buried innocence that year
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Post by Arjan Hut on Mar 4, 2020 6:33:52 GMT -5
"In an open top car the Kennedys passed by To this day she swears that Jack gave her the eye"
(Steve Hackett, Looking for fantasy, 2011)
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Post by Arjan Hut on Mar 29, 2020 7:32:25 GMT -5
Murder Most Foul | Bob Dylan
It was a dark day in Dallas, November '63 A day that will live on in infamy President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high Good day to be livin' and a good day to die Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?" "Of course we do. We know who you are." Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car Shot down like a dog in broad daylight Was a matter of timing and the timing was right You got unpaid debts; we've come to collect We're gonna kill you with hatred; without any respect We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king Thousands were watching; no one saw a thing It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise Right there in front of everyone's eyes Greatest magic trick ever under the sun Perfectly executed, skillfully done Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul
Hush, little children. You'll understand The Beatles are comin'; they're gonna hold your hand Slide down the banister, go get your coat Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags Pick up the pieces and lower the flags I'm going to Woodstock; it's the Aquarian Age Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage Put your head out the window; let the good times roll There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
Stack up the bricks, pour the cement Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas Try to make it to the triple underpass Blackface singer, whiteface clown Better not show your faces after the sun goes down Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat Living in a nightmare on Elm Street
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe Don't ask what your country can do for you Cash on the ballot, money to burn Dealey Plaza, make left-hand turn I'm going down to the crossroads; gonna flag a ride The place where faith, hope, and charity died Shoot him while he runs, boy. Shoot him while you can See if you can shoot the invisible man Goodbye, Charlie. Goodbye, Uncle Sam Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don't give a damn
What is the truth, and where did it go? Ask Oswald and Ruby; they oughta know "Shut your mouth," said the wise old owl Business is business, and it's a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen I'm riding in a long, black limousine Riding in the backseat next to my wife Heading straight on in to the afterlife I'm leaning to the left; got my head in her lap Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give We're right down the street from the street where you live They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain What more could they do? They piled on the pain But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that
Freedom, oh freedom. Freedom cover me I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free Send me some lovin'; tell me no lies Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by Wake up, little Susie; let's go for a drive Cross the Trinity River; let's keep hope alive Turn the radio on; don't touch the dials Parkland hospital, only six more miles
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy. You filled me with lead That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline Never shot anyone from in front or behind I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier Zapruder's film I seen night before Seen it 33 times, maybe more It's vile and deceitful. It's cruel and it's mean Ugliest thing that you ever have seen They killed him once and they killed him twice Killed him like a human sacrifice
The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son The age of the Antichrist has only begun." Air Force One coming in through the gate Johnson sworn in at 2:38 Let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel It is what it is, and it's murder most foul Cabinets to Go Sponsored by Cabinets to Go Get your dream kitchen for a price you won't believe See More
What's new, pussycat? What'd I say? I said the soul of a nation been torn away And it's beginning to go into a slow decay And that it's 36 hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, speaking in tongues He's going on and on at the top of his lungs Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack Play it for me in my long Cadillac Play me that "Only the Good Die Young" Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung Play St. James Infirmary and the Court of King James If you want to remember, you better write down the names Play Etta James, too. Play "I'd Rather Go Blind" Play it for the man with the telepathic mind Play John Lee Hooker. Play "Scratch My Back." Play it for that strip club owner named Jack Guitar Slim going down slow Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey Take it to the limit and let it go by Play it for Karl Wirsum, too Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue Play tragedy, play "Twilight Time" Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime Play another one and "Another One Bites the Dust" Play "The Old Rugged Cross" and "In God We Trust" Ride the pink horse down the long, lonesome road Stand there and wait for his head to explode Play "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree Play it for the Reverend; play it for the Pastor Play it for the dog that got no master Play Oscar Peterson. Play Stan Getz Play "Blue Sky"; play Dickey Betts Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk Charlie Parker and all that junk All that junk and "All That Jazz" Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd Play the numbers, play the odds Play "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods Play Number 9, play Number 6 Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks Play Nat King Cole, play "Nature Boy" Play "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry Malloy Play "It Happened One Night" and "One Night of Sin" There's 12 Million souls that are listening in Play "Merchant of Venice", play "Merchants of Death" Play "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President. Help's on the way Your brothers are coming; there'll be hell to pay Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell? Tell them, "We're waiting. Keep coming." We'll get them as well
Love Field is where his plane touched down But it never did get back up off the ground Was a hard act to follow, second to none They killed him on the altar of the rising sun Play "Misty" for me and "That Old Devil Moon" Play "Anything Goes" and "Memphis in June" Play "Lonely At the Top" and "Lonely Are the Brave" Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave Play Jelly Roll Morton, play "Lucille" Play "Deep In a Dream", and play "Driving Wheel" Play "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp And "A Key to the Highway" for the king on the harp Play "Marching Through Georgia" and "Dumbarton's Drums" Play darkness and death will come when it comes Play "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell Play "The Blood-stained Banner", play "Murder Most Foul"
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Post by Arjan Hut on Apr 20, 2020 11:54:04 GMT -5
Laura Cantrell "Lee Harvey was a friend of mine" (2014)
One, two, one two three four
Chorus: Lee Harvey was a friend of mine He used to take me fishin' all the time He used to throw a ball to me when I was just a kid They say he shot the president, but I don't think he did
Verse 1: Well, I was born in Dallas in nineteen fifty-two And Lee Harvey lived across the street on Ripley Avenue He used to throw a ball to me when I was just a kid They say he shot the president, but I don't think he did
Chorus
Verse 2: Well, I've seen that picture of him holdin' pamphlets and a gun And there's shadows pointin' every which way, but only just one sun Someone faked that photo and then snuck away and hid They say he shot the president, but I don't think he did Lee Harvey was a friend of mine
Verse 3: Well, I saw it all on TV, Lee Harvey got gunned down And he was killed off by Jack Ruby, the biggest sleaze in town He stuck a gun into his ribs and said, Here's lookin' at you, kid Jack Ruby killed Lee Harvey - my TV proved he did
Chorus Lee Harvey was a friend of mine
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Post by Michael Capasse on May 20, 2020 9:50:56 GMT -5
You Wear it Well | Rod StewartNot JFK, but Jackie, Onassis even.
It's easy to forget it was the same woman. this one is a bit off topic, and only a mention
Oct. 20, 1968, Jacqueline Kennedy married shipping tycoon, Aristotle Onassis on one of his private islands. They were married until his death in March, 1975. Early in the match, the couple was frequently in the news. When difficulties began, Onassis bitterly leaked his wife's personal schedule to the press. Eventually nude pictures of Jackie sunbathing, were being sold to Larry Flynt at Hustler magazine. Although Onassis was a personal friend at the time of the assassination, the marriage was doomed from the start. Perhaps it was the age difference that turned so many heads, or a financial security she was looking for. There was a lot of money involved, and she would lose the Kennedy Trust for remarrying. Ari paid the difference and more. Or maybe, it was a way to find herself again, this time without the Kennedy tribulations. It seemed that she was always in the news early in the seventies, jet setting from Paris to Greece. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"And you wear it well Madame Onassis got nothing on you, no, no"
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Post by Arjan Hut on Aug 19, 2020 2:30:12 GMT -5
I know this one line is probably not about Oswald's Mexican Mystery Tour, but hey, maybe it ís!
Deep Purple, We're all the same in the dark (2020)
Baby, won't you be my friend? And love me right until the end? I don't care what shape you're in What you've done or where you've been Yeah
I've got nothing to hide from you We can sit and talk about the past We don't need to tell the truth To tell the truth now We're all the same in the dark
Baby, won't you be my friend? And love me right until the end? I guess we'll never know What happened down in Mexico
Like what I see, I like the view We can stay as long as it lasts There's no difference 'tween me and you To tell the truth now We're all the same in the dark
I don't need to see a doctor, no I know exactly who I am I'm just like you
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