ALABAMA lyrics - Dancin' On The Boulevard

Dancin', Shaggin' On The Boulevard

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Well the Magic Attic's where the music rolls.. And the Army-Navy's got ol' Jackie Soul. Down on Peaches Corner there are Good Ol' Boys.. And Mother Fletchers makin' lots of noise. They're Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard.. Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. Well the Tams are playin' at the Port-O-Call.. And the Drifters underneath the Boardwalk. At the Spanish Galleon and Ol' Fat Jacks.. Jukebox playin' and the place is packed. You bet they're Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard.. You know they're Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. Got the top down and the traffic's slow.. Sun Fun Week and, we all go.. Where the girls are sunnin' and are lookin' good.. Well I never met 'em but I wish I could.. And we'd go Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. We'd go Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. Well the Embers singin' up on Ocean Drive.. And the Castaways are gettin' loud tonight. At the Electric Circus they all getin' down.. And the Carousel's spinnin' round and 'round. You see them Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. I see 'em Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. Well I'm hangin out down at Sloppy Joes.. They may doze but they never close. And the Bama Boys at the Bowery.. They can't dance but they play for free. But they like Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard.. They know Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard.. They wrote Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard.. Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard. Dancin', Shaggin' on the boulevard.

The Uptown Poker Club

JERRY REED "The Uptown Poker Club"
Well now Bill Jackson went to poor ol' Dub To join the Uptown Poker Club And he cursed the day he ever told anybody he joined Cause his money used to go like it had wings When he had queens somebody else had kings And every night he'd just sit there donatin' all his coins He said boys now I'm gonna play it right tonight I'm gonna watch them cards and I'm gonna play 'em tight And then when I come in there son my hand's gonna be a peach Well he played 'em tight but after awhile He done lost his self a considerable pile So he got mad he stood up and he made this little speech Now boys you see this razor well I had it sharpened just today Now I'm comin' in here with my rules that everybody gonna follow when they play Now you Clyde you keep your hands on top of the table when you're dealing please Quit takin' them little wild cards and stickin' em down there between your knees And Jesse quit makin' all them funny signs like you tryin' to tip off your hand You better talk to me in American son American so's I can understand And Leroy quit takin' em offa the bottom ooh that's rough Just take five off the top then stop that's enough Then pass me them cards son let me cut on them things every time before you deal I like to handle them things boy I like to see Cause I got news for you lad you ain't playin' this game accordin' that fella Hoyle there Uh uh no tonight you're playin' this game accordin' to me Well now a sittin' around the table in that there game There just happened to be this ol' one-eyed man And Bill kept watchin' him out of the corner of his eye This old one-eyed cat he'd been dealin' kinda funny He done took a whole bunch of big Bill's money So Bill rose up and he looked around the room and with a sigh He said hmm said it's an awful shame Said there's somebody cheatin' in this here game Said of course it ain't gonna do for me to stand up here and mention the guy So I'll refrain from calling that party's name But you let me catch him cheatin' just once again And I'm gonna take my fist and I’m gonna close that other eye Now you see this razor well I had it sharpened just today Now I'm comin' in here with my rules that everybody must follow when they play Now Clyde you keep them bony hands up here on top of the table when you're dealin' please Don't go takin' them little wild aces stickin' em off down there between your knees And Jesse cut out makin' all them monkey signs you still tryin' to tip off your hand You better talk to me in American big AA so's I can understand And Leroy quit takin' em off the bottom of the deck son I tell ya that's rough This is an army game son take five then halt that's enough Then pass me them face cards over here let me cut them things every time before you deal Cause I like to delve in there son I got to see Cause I got news for you boys you ain't playin this game accordin' to that fella Hoyle there Uh uh tonight you're playin' this game accordin' to me Now then seein' as how you all know that I didn't ride in here on a head of cabbage Henry if you'll break out another deck of them Bicycles me and the boys will get on with the business But keep your eye on that fella wearin' the patch he holds them cards kinda funny Ha ha if he ain't careful somebody around this table liable to jack his jaw Ha ha ha ah son I feel like my luck just changed

Good Man Down

JOE WALSH "The Confessor"
Well a good man’s getting hard to find these days but there still a few around. A whole world looks up to a good man, It’s hard to keep him down. So if you’re going out looking for a good, good time, But the boys all turn into clowns, Focus your attention, don’t forget to mention, No don’t forget to mention that the boys just love it when you dish it out. Easy with the ones you’ve found. And your wind up toys keep you busy for awhile until a good man comes around. Well you can yell and scream, treat them mean, beat them up with words, Throw them in the face you say. Do this, do that what it is, where it’s at, anything to get you your way. And you change your mood, cop an attitude, take them to the cleaners. Just because you’re steaming, just because you’re hot, Just because all the boys stop talking when you raise your voice. Your temper ends up on the ground, you don’t mean nothing to a good man. It’s hard to keep a good man down, down, down, down. Well it’s hard to keep a good man down. Go to war, slam doors, have a fit, throw shit, use every little trick you’ve found. It don’t mean nothing to a good man, Just because all the boys start shaking when the dishes fly, Tremble as they crawl on the ground. Well it’s hard to keep a good, Hard to keep a good man down. Yes it’s hard to keep a good man down.

A Passion Play (Part 2)

JETHRO TULL "A Passion Play"
[The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles] [Words by Jeffrey Hammond] [Spoken:] This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by. Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular, "The hare has lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder. Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee. Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for without his spectacles he was completely helpless. Where were his spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What was he to do? Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: "You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot." "No!" interrupted Owl, who was wise. "I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?" But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling! Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader, their guru. She had the answer: "Hare, you must go in search of the optician." But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!" "You can guru, you can!" shouted Newt. "You can send him with Owl." But Owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem "You can take him in your pouch." But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch. All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles. [Sung:] As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care. The lost spectacles were his own affair. And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair. A-pair. [Forest Dance #2 (Instrumental)] [The Foot Of Our Stairs] We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door, eat in the corner, talk to the floor, cheating the spiders who come to say "Please", (politely). They bend at the knees. Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Old gentlemen talk of when they were young of ladies lost and erring sons. Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth, tied at both ends. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Scented cathedral spire pointed down. We pray for souls in Kentish Town. A delicate hush the gods, floating by wishing us well, pie in the sky. God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More." Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request to take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell" where no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. [Overseer Overture] Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face. Now you're here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation. Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing). I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye. Passionate play join round the maypole in dance (primitive rite) (wrongly). Summoned by name I am the overseer over you. [Flight From Lucifer] Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub... neither am I good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days that never made impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's saved we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea. Time for awaking the tea lady's making a brew-up and baking new bread. Pick me up at half past none there's not a moment to lose. There is the train on which I came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should). I thank everybody for making me welcome. I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off. [10.08 To Paddington (Instrumental)] [Magus Perde] Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain. Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE. Here am I (voyager into life). Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge. Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil. Bring the gods, the gods' own fire In the conflict revel. The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born, renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn. Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living)... living BE! Here am I! Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day. [Epilogue] There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play.

Ruins Of The Realm

JAMES MCMURTRY "Just Us Kids"
Standin' in the middle of a Roman street Marble dust all over my feet Bearded masses at the gates Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late Drivin' a Rolls through old Bombay Rickshaw driver's in my way Well he'd better move over and he'd better move fast Dancin' in the ruins of a golden past Dancin' in the ruins of the Raj Queen and country's noble cause Standin' on banks of the river Seine I ain't got tuppence to my name Stand my ground and I cast my net Dancin' in the ruins where the sun don't set Dancin' in the ruins of the Crown Enfield rifles keepin' us down I got a thirty-ought-six and a premium load In a shotgun shack on a two lane road Smack in the middle of the bible belt Dancin' in the ruins all by myself We got the National Guard with the bayonets We got the ten commandments on the State House steps We shalt not steal and we shalt not kill Dancin' in the ruins of our own free will Dancin' in the ruins of the South Confederate flag taped over my mouth We thank thee lord for all we got While the multi-nationals call the shots So scrape them hides and clean that slate Dancin' in the ruins of the nation-state We'll fight 'em in the land, we'll fight 'em in the air Little cowboy says we got to fight 'em over there You ain't seen nothing like it since Saigon fell Dancin' in the ruins 'cause we might as well Dancin' in the ruins of the realm A fool and a mad man at the helm Dancin' in the ruins of the Reich Down in the bunker on a hunger strike

Just Us Kids

JAMES MCMURTRY "Just Us Kids"
I've had enough of this small town bullshit I'm not stayin' in school I'm makin' good dough workin' with my brother Cleanin' out pools I'm going out to California And man it won't be long As soon as I get my license Color me gone Oh knock it off Johnny Man, your livin' in your head You ain't even got a car And those chicks don't believe a word ya said But you're doin' all the talkin' So I just keep quiet And this'll probably go no where But I can't blame ya for tryin' It's just us kids hangin' round the park at night Hangin' round 'neath the vapor light We got no drugs and we got no guns Not even botherin' anyone I don't have to wear a necktie I don't have to punch a clock I started up a dot com company And man it rocks Won't you come with me down to Mexico In the winter with some friends? My divorce will be final Along about then Meanwhile I got a gram and a real good ride And don't you know I hurt way down inside? Just us kids in the parking lot Out here givin' it all we got We don't want to get old and die And there ain't nothing we wouldn't try Ya know we could really have it all Our kid's gonna graduate next fall I could take retirement in 10 years It's a damn short movie How'd we ever get here? Just us kids hangin' out today Watchin' our long hair turnin' gray Not so skinny maybe not so free Not so many as we used to be

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