Don't Bogart that joint my friend, pass it over to me.

Roll me another one , just like the other one.

OK greg, name the movie that song was in.

Heres another.

And it's up against the wall redneck mother.

Mother who has raised a son so well.

M is for the mud upon my pick up truck.

O is for the oil on my hair.

T is for T-bird

H is for haggard

E is for eggs

R is for REDNECK

AND ITS UP AGAINST THE WALL REDNECK MOTHER.

Dram, and trust me I never Google such things, I would merely say I do not know if I did not know the answer. I am going to guess Easy rider. I am a fan of Dennis Hopper and Jack Nicholson. I am particularly fond of the David Lynch film, Blue Velvet. Very strange, very different..it had Hopper as a quite believable psycho.

I do not know the second one but it is interesting lol.

Thanks for contributing Dram, I am off to meet up with friends and plan a get together for this weekend. I am going to purchase 5 inflatable beds so people will have a place to sleep at my house.

JJ, it is going to be mostly employees and volunteers who helped at the dog park so you are certainly welcome. Kelly and Diane will be there.

Greg

Very Good , Easy Rider it is.

The second was just an old country tune.

Now Name the singer.

Oh lord its hard to be humble when your perfect in every way.

Its so good to look in the mirror, I get better looking each day.

To know me is to love me, I must be one hell of a man.

Oh lord its hard to be humble, but I am doing the best that I can.

And I am sure you know the rest of  the  words.

LOL

Very Good , Easy Rider it is.

The second was just an old country tune.

Now Name the singer.

Oh lord its hard to be humble when your perfect in every way.

Its so good to look in the mirror, I get better looking each day.

To know me is to love me, I must be one hell of a man.

Oh lord its hard to be humble, but I am doing the best that I can.

And I am sure you know the rest of  the  words.

LOL

LOL Dram - I loved that song - my friends and I used to have a female version of it tho, but durn if I can remember all the words now

(pssst - I know the answer

Great poem Lala, I have read some Poe but do not recall ever reading that. I am thinking he wrote some of the first short stories, just as Homer is considered one of the ealiest authors of prose, perhaps the novel? I may have this wrong, it would take a brilliant journalist such as Jennifer to give me the proper answer. I am still working on a nickname for you Jennifer, this is not  easy but one day!

I have no idea on those songs Drambuie  but it sounds like Pedigreechallenged knows.

Here are a couple unusual music stanzas I can recall though:

Wowie Zowie
Your love's a treat
Wowie Zowie
You can't be beat
Wowie Zowie, baby
You're so neat
I don't even care
If you shave your legs

or

He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark

Excitable boy, they all said

And he bit the usherette's leg in the dark

Excitable boy, they all said

Well, he's just an excitable boy

or

Please don't bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have "em" cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size
Give my stomach to Milwaukee
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get "em" out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms
Look out! I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman
And give my love to Rose

and one last song

You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend
Lyin' on the pavement with a misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall
He only had a dollar to live on 'til next Monday
But he spent it on some comfort for his mind
Did you say you think he's blind?

Someone should call his parents, a sister or a brother
And they'll come to take him back home on a bus
But he'll always be a problem to his poor and puzzled mother
Yeah he'll always be another one of us
He said he wanted Heaven but prayin' was too slow
So he bought a one way ticket on an airline made of snow
Did you say you saw your good friend flyin' low?
Flyin' low
Dyin' slow

I remember this song because of the line "He said he wanted Heaven but prayin' was too slow."

If anyone has read much Herman Hesse, this group took its name from one of his works. (Steppenwolf).

We get the term heavy metal from Born to be Wild, 

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Greg

Lala I am sure I have an idea .

You do know some bizarre music Greg, but I bet I can stump you more easily with that than literature or movies.

This weekend sounds great, I would love to see you all again and  spend some time in the country. You should just shove all the air mattresses together in the great room and tell everyone to bring sheets. Let me know if I can do anything to help. I can cook something tonight if you like.

Funny songs Dram!

I love this one, Lou Reed again:

The guy's a cowboy from some rodeo
doin' the things that he wants to
The girl had once loved him, but now she want to go
doin' the things that she wants to

Doin' the things that she wants to

The man was bullish, the woman was a tease
doin' the things that they want to
They fought with their words, their bodies and their deeds
doin' the things that they want to
When they finished fighting, they exited the stage
doin' the things that they want to
I was firmly struck by the way they had behaved
doin' the things that they want to

Doin' the things that they want to
hey

Sweet Jane

Interesting idea about the great room JJ, that could work. I was considering giving everyone paint and letting them do a bedroom but then it would not be a party. At least the great room is finished. The big bed sounds like fun but eventually I need sleep and I doubt it happens there. Anyway most are coming in around noon tomorrow.

A favorite Billie Holiday song:

Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own

Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own

I just finished a fabulous book called "Run" by Ann Patchett. A central character is an 11 year old girl. This song reminds me of her.

Greg

I took me down to the tally ho tavern to buy me a bottle of beer

I sat me down by a tender young maidan , whos eyes were as dark as her hair.

And as I was searching from bottle to bottle for something unfoolish to say,

that silver tongue devil just slipped from inside me

hay hay, don't you know hes a devil, he's everything that I ain't

hiding intentions of evil , under the guis of a saint,

all he's good for is getting in trouble,  hiding his share of the blame, some people say he is my double, some even say were the same.

But that silver tongue devil has nothing to loose , I ' LL only live till I die.

I 'LL take my own chances and pay my own dues, that silver tongue devil and I

Very nice Dram.

I am cooking some beef stroganoff for this weekend and might bake a cake if I have time. I am anxious to get in the country and let my dog run, it is his favorite thing to do.

Here is my song for the asking
Ask me and I will play
So sweetly I’ll make you smile

This is my tune for the taking
Take it, don’t turn away
I’ve been waiting all my life

Thinking it over, I’ve been sad
Thinking it over, I’d be more than glad
To change my ways for the asking

Ask me and I will play
All the love that I hold inside

Paul Simon.

I adore those words, so simple , so elegant.

JJ

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.

Cohen is such a great lyricist!

You all are makng me look up things I never dreamed about discovering, many thanks.

Have fun this weekend and thanks for the invite but I made other plans.

Julie

I know that song, good choice Julie. How about this one?

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they're playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

CHORUS
  Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
  Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
  Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
  Hot tramp, I love you so!

LOL got to love those lyrics!

Matt

Lovely words from a lovely woman, very nice Jennifer.

This is not a love song but it is one I like:

Pourquoi je vis
...Why do I live
Pourquoi je meurs
...Why do I die
Pourquoi je crie
...Why do I scream
Pourquoi je pleure
...Why do I cry
Je crois capter des ondes
...I believe to receive the waves
Venues d'un autre monde
...that have come from another world

or.....

But my love is fairer than any.
Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.

It's not for the parting that my sister pains
It's not for the grief of my mother
'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass
That my heart is breaking forever.
 

My background is more in Irish music, it is what I heard as a child and was taught to sing. It has great depth and pathos but for pure sexiness, very little is like French. Italian for me, comes close.

Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment.
Chagrin d’amour dure toute la vie.

The joys of love last but a moment.
The grief of love lasts a lifetime.

back to pathos...... logos and ethos can wait:

I'll take you home again, Kathleen,
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonny bride.
The roses all have left your cheek;
I've watched them fade away and die.
Your voice is sad when e'er you speak
And tears be-dim your loving eyes.
Oh, I will take you back, Kathleen,
To where your heart will feel no pain.
And when the fields are fresh and green
I'll take you to your home again.

and one for Memorial Day

Once upon a time, in the land of Hushabye,
Round about the wondrous days of yore.
They came across a sort of box,
bound up with chains and locked with locks,
And labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War."
A decree was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout,
and a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on the fore,
"Don't fiddle with this box, or break the chains, or pick the locks,
And Please... don't ever play about with war."
Well, the children understood, children happen to be good,
and they were just as good around the time of yore.
They didn't try to pick the locks, or break into that deadly box,
they never tried to play about with war.
Mommies didn't either, Sisters, Aunts, Grannies neither,
'cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of
yore.
Well... very much the same as now, and not the ones to blame somehow,
for opening up that deadly box of war.
But someone did... someone battered in the lid,
and spilled the insides out across the floor.
A sort of bouncy bumpy ball,
with flags and all the tears and horror that goes with war.
It bounced right out and went bashing all about,
and bumping into everything in store.
And what was sad and most unfair is that it didn't really seem to care,
much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for.
It bumped the children mainly, and I'll tell you this quite plainly,
It bumps them everyday... and more... and more,
and leaves them dead and burned and dying, thousands of them sick and
crying,
cause when it bumps... it's really very sore.
Now there's a way to stop the ball, it isn't difficult at all,
all it takes is wisdom.
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box...
and bind the chains and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.
Well, thats the way it all appears,
cause it's been bouncing round for years and years
in spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore.
And the time they came upon The Box, bound up with chains and locked
with locks...
and labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War."

Greg

Daisy, that was very pretty, I particularly loved the lines:

In sweetest surrender
I give thee my heart
I give thee my heart
I give thee my heart
How calm is my spirit

As for you Greg, the last thing you posted is most impressive. It was also neat how you snuck in some Aristotle but I would think ethos and logos do come into play in the last post. Sometimes we do that which is logical at the cost of what is ethical.

This weekend I have the good fortune to share some wonderful company. Last night I got to talk to Lala and watch a grown man swoon over her picture. We will have to talk again soon, now the gang here is heading to a winery, as if we need more to drink.

JJ

A long time ago, when the Earth was green
There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen
They'd run around free while the Earth was being born
And the loveliest of all was the unicorn

Words and music by Shel Silverstein, he also wrote

 There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.

Many kids probably grew up with Dr Seuss, for me it was the Chicago native,  Silverstein.

Greg

I had never heard of Silversteen but was amazed at some of the things he had done, some music:

Hey my daddy left home when I was three and he didn't leave much for ma and me
Just this here old guitar and a half filled bottle of booze
And it wasn't just that he run and hid but the meanest thing that old man did
Was before he left he went and named me Sue
Yeah he must've thought that it was quite a joke and it got a lot of laughs from lots of folk
It seems I had to fight my whole life through
Well the girl would giggle and I'd get red and some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head
I tell ya life ain't easy for a boy named Sue

I have never heard this but it is funny

Never bite a married woman on the thigh oh my
Cause she just can't rub it off no matter how she'll try
And when she gets home at night her man will ask her why
Then she'll say it's just a birthmark or some other silly lie
But he'll get suspicious and then he will start to pry
Then she'll get hysterical and she will start to cry
And he'll say I don't blame you but tell me who's the guy
So she'll admit to everything and he will say bye-bye
And he'll buy an airline ticket and he'll fly across the sky
And then he'll come and find you and he'll punch you in the eye
Then he'll rent a cheap hotel room and he'll hang himself with his tie
And when she gets the news she'll take an overdose of sleeping
Tablets and she's gonna lie on the couch and die
So never never never never never never never bite a married woman on the thigh

and this is funnier

Oh yes boys play it sweet for me
I was sittin' in my basement I'd just rolled myself a taste of
Somethin' green and gold and glorious to get me through the day
When my friend yells through my transom grab your coat an' get your hat son
There's a nut down on the corner a givin' dollar bills away
But I sat around a bit and then I had another hit
And then I rolled myself a bomber thought about my momma
Looked around fooled around played around while and then
I got stoned and I missed it I got stoned and I missed it
I got stoned and it rolled right by
I got stoned and I missed it I got stoned and I missed it I got stoned oh me oh my<BR>
It took seven months of urgin' just to get that local virgin
With the sweet face up to my place to fool around a bit
And next day she woke up rosy and she snuggled up so cosy
But when she asked me how I liked it Lord it hurt me to admit
I got stoned and I missed it...

and some lines from the Giving Tree, I can see why you liked him Greg.

But soon again the boy came back and he said to the tree,
"I?m now a man and I must have a house that?s all my home."
"I can?t give you a house" he said, "The forest is my house."
"But you may cut my branches off and build yourself a home"
And so he did.
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And time went by and the boy came back with sadness in his eyes.
"My life has turned so cold," he says, "and I need sunny days."
"I?ve nothing but my trunk," he says, "But you can cut it down
And build yourself a boat and sail away."
And so he did and
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

And after years the boy came back, both of them were old.
"I really cannot help you if you ask for another gift."
"I?m nothing but an old stump now. I?m sorry but I?ve nothing more to give"
"I do not need very much now, just a quiet place to rest,"
The boy, he whispered, with a weary smile.
"Well", said the tree, "An old stump is still good for that."
"Come, boy", he said, "Sit down, sit down and rest a while."
And so he did and
Oh, the trees was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

So far this weekend has been heavenly. The weather, the company. Greg has done wonders with this house. The grounds are so pretty and he has a small waterfall in the back. Today we sipped wine and ate and ate then we all came back for a long nap. This evening is quieter and not so many people around and Incubus has made my lap his home

JJ