JOHN DENVER lyrics - Back Home Again

Grandma's Feather Bed

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(Connor) When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor, we used to go down to Grandma's house every month end or so. We'd have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread. But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was her great big feather bed. It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick. It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed. We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed. After supper we'd sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew. Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny'd sing a ballad or two. I'd sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head, next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning in the middle of the old feather bed. It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick. It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed. We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed. Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too. I been fishing with my uncle, I ras'led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, ew! But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said that I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma's feather bed. I'd trade 'em all plus the gal down the road... I'll have to reconsider 'bout the gal down the road: It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese, took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick. It'd hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed. We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed. We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma's feather bed.

The Jonah

Diamond King "Fatal Portrait"
Late that night I awoke from My sleep Hearing unknown voices laughing insane Grandma' was one, Oh it's coming from the room next to mine It's Grandma' room... the invisible guests As I stood there alone in the dark Peeking through the keyhole, couldn't believe My eyes I'd never seen anything like it, only Grandma' was inside the room Speaking to no one... the invisible guests Cups were rising in thin air and then emptied on the floor Suddenly the door was open and Grandma' said Do come in My little friend Missy and Mother were sleeping downstairs If they could see me in Grandmother's chair ~ Grandmother said look Me deep in the eyes You will forget what You saw here tonight I will let You in on the secret of this house The secret of Amon... that's what we call this house Now I want you to go back to sleep, now go back to sleep My dear The invisible guests ~ @ ~ @ Cups were rising in thin air and then emptied on the floor Suddenly the door was open and Grandma' said Now you must go back to sleep Go to sleep ... Go to sleep ... Go to sleep ... Missy and Mother were sleeping downstairs If they could see me in Grandmother's chair

The Invisible Guests

Diamond King "Them"
Late that night I awoke from My sleep Hearing unknown voices laughing insane Grandma' was one, Oh it's coming from the room next to mine It's Grandma' room . . . the invisible guests As I stood there alone in the dark Peeking through the keyhole, couldn't believe My eyes I'd never seen anything like it, only Grandma' was inside the room Speaking to no one . . . the invisible guests Cups were rising in thin air and then emptied on the floor Suddenly the door was open and Grandma' said Do come in My little friend Missy and Mother were sleeping downstairs If they could see me in Grandmother's chair Grandmother said look Me deep in the eyes You will forget what You saw here tonight I will let You in on the secret of this house The secret of Amon . . . that's what we call this house Now I want you to go back to sleep, now go back to sleep My dear The invisible guests Cups were rising in thin air and then emptied on the floor Suddenly the door was open and Grandma' said Now you must go back to sleep Go to sleep . . . Go to sleep . . . Go to sleep . . . Missy and Mother were sleeping downstairs If they could see me in Grandmother's chair

I Was Only Nineteen

Red Gum
Mum and Dad and Denny saw the Passing out Parade at Puckapunal (it was a long march from Cadets) The 6th Battalion was the next to tour, and it was me who drew the card We did Canungra - Shoalwater before we left And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the Quay This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean And there's me in me slouch hat with me S.L.R. and Greens God help me, I was only 19 From Vung tau riding Chinooks, to the dust at Nui Dat I'd been in and out of choppers now for months But we made our tents a home, V.B. and pin ups on the lockers And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub And can you tell me Doctor why I still can't get to sleep? And the night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16 And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means? God help me, I was only 19 A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one on two legs It was a war within yourself But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til they had you dusted off So you closed your eyes and thought about something else Then someone yelled out 'Contact' and the bloke behind me swore We hooked in there for hours, then a God Almighty roar Frankie kicked a mine the day that Mankind kicked the moon God help me, he was going home in June I can still see Frankie drinking tinnies, in the Grand Hotel On a 36 hour Rec leave in Vung Tau And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle 'Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row And the A.N.Z.A.C. legend didn't mention mud and blood and tears And the stories that my Father told me, never seemed quiet real I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel God help me, I was only 19 And can you tell me Doctor why I still can't get to sleep? And why the Channel 7 chopper chills me to my feet? And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means? God help me, I was only 19.

Drunk On The Striped Table

Rickie Lee Jones "The Evening Of My Best Day"
In my featherless, sagging, saffron wings, I dance My Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings Wave in the air I am drunk laying against the striped table Pushing these banners into the airless beach Waving these flags as i murmur the recipes of prayers to the vendors And the pharisees in bikinis pumping iron against the sun The recipes of semitic vendors, egyptian vendors Shaking their backs against the sun Laughing with the sounds of sheets of metal Splashing the naked pharisees With wild bikinis and the soft fragrance Of dreams And morning I walk on the beach looking for a place to sleep My arms are hidden beneath my sailing skin I am broke and fucked up and i fall in the sand And sleeping in the warm cradle of a billion rocks I dreamed of cher She came to us in babylon And she was rattling fluently Her true language And she was dressed in high syrian rags Her face had white powder on it and there were Little brown moons beneath her eyes And i saw into her An arabic women parading around naked Powerful, irreverent but still after all Doing it the old egyptian way With sparkling clothes and force Now i awake in the afternoon The arcade is filled with children Families are walking by staring at me Pre-pubescent faces are coming a little too close I don't even remember if i have on any underwear I get up and walk away I never even knew this stuff was here The twirling music, the games, the money This commune living sucks These black panthers suck These harmonica players Should all go back to the north Canada, new jersey, where ever they do that Blowing [II] I abandon the old way when i first got to san diego. I fucked anybody i wanted to. I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old school bus. That was pretty Horrible. There were only three of them. I can't remember if i got the third on e off me. I think i did. I was so ashamed. Perhaps people think if you don't scream you're not being raped. Perhaps they think if you say to yourself, just let him do it and he won't hurt you. Or even more Provocative, just let him do it and maybe he'll like you. And of course you've been saying no, no, don't . Or pushing but not pushing too much. Because you're just a little Girl really, and you're afraid, and you're so tired, and you just want someplace to sleep. That's what it's like when you run away from home. Lots of people will rape you. And you'll let them. Just to have a place to sleep. The thing was, after they fucked me, and all this juice all over my thighs, they didn't even let me sleep there. You think this only happens to me? You're crazy. You think this only happens to girls who are rough? You're wrong. You think this only happens in stories? Look behind you. Still i liked the idea of being assertive. I liked the idea of free love in san diego. i liked the idea of saying i want you instead of waiting around so some guy can get his rocks Off thinking you didn't really want him that he won something from you that you didn't want to give him. This strategy, this tradition, is a kind of rape. This idea that men are suppose to win you, that you are suppose to be aloof, is a small but significant dramatization of rape. I do not like it. not one bit. that sam i am that Sam i am. i do not like that sam i am. Now i could no more say get down here and eat this sweet me than i could Swallow a bull fighter Or write names on the walls in blood Or wear the victims horns on my head Or row a boat across the atlantic ocean again And though sometimes i am sitting at the desk, or At a table eating dinner And there is some one, some slave, or some anything Underneath Eating mine alone And no one knows Or eating every ones And everyone is coming I could never bring anything to reality now Reality is cracked by the blows of terrible Men and nights with pointed teeth Snapping poison at the air I breath And all good things now Take place inside my many layered Silence My eyes My lips Are sealed Where did you go When things went bad, anyway? I sat beside you in that bathroom all night. You were crying You were talking to me like a baby You were gone, man, gone You just kept getting in the bath And getting out and letting the water run out And then getting in again And all that food i made It was all over the walls in the kitchen And there was a heat wave And the waves were very, very high And the dogs were turning into carrots And the valentines were melting beneath Burrito and neon Where shattered places pave the road The winding road through echo park That echoes still Your naked body The bed you brought Those stupid lamps Your body echoes The last shadows Of me against you You loved me. You loved me madly Where did you go?i knew you like that scene of girls chasing you down the street. that's why you always liked to have a very hip car, because it was important that they Chase you in the right car, and i was not about to chase you. I knew that story of that italian girl in philadelphia chasing you down the night street you were in a taxi cab, that's a nice image. then the japanese girl. but then my feet Were starting toward you and you were turning the corner onto sunset and you left me there in a second day cold turkey. and all i can think of i philadelphia cheese steak Sandwich philadelphia cheesesteak sandwich. Philadelphia cheese steak and every time i think cheese steak i see all this wet cheese and steak. Here comes the parade! Look! Here it comes! I let you go. I let you go. You like to rip girls. I had to let you go.

Leisureforce

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Postcards from the pink bath paint leisure As a cloaked horse through a stained-glass Saint Peter Hack faith-healer, cheat death to the very end Cherry wooden nickels on his specs for the ferrymen X, o, zodiac a pentagram expo Pet cemetery in electric fresco Abaddon threshold flesh-forged in the galley With undead orcs pulling oars through the algae Smash cut to a smoke-bombed quarantine Guards like "all signs correlate with sorcery" It's more a dormant cell of valor as awoken by the smell of sordid power And defecting shortly after Fist bump dry land, brackish, cat nap 15 Back to swiss-cheese the flagship, uh Blue in the menacing grip of a day for which you're manifestly unfit Final answer "not to be", "not to be" is right! Next question - to build winged shoes or autophagy Silk screen band tees, take apart a vcr, ringer off, canned peas Cabin fever mi amor Patiently adhering to the chandelier ta key-in-door To usher in the understated anarchy of leisureforce Led a purple tongue and ratty caballeros Up over the black rainbow into the house of mirrors To become a thousand zeroes Echoing a twisted alchemy, freak flags, fluttering to circadian free jazz Sleep apnea scratching "bring that beat back" I doze off, clothes on, noise in the feedbag Shhh.. om nom nom, blinds drawn Compost thrown to the spine pile, bygones, mangy Intimately spaced pylons on a plot of inhospitable terrain Hi mom! [Hook] Raise up the bridge, lower the portcullis, rain forks into mutton No abort button, heart pump assorted color sugar water Poor lummox, unexplained ailments, and doesn't work well with others Wet nose on the glass, garibaldi half cookie dough, lock jaw Don 4 walls like a wooden coat, behold the rotting fruit of excommunication A ruby tide insubordinate to lunar phases That maneuver past the beaches to the bosom of the pavement Now the bow drill smolder in a flooded bit of basement Grace of misled teen who prefers his scenes with a little Wilhelm scream The ambush predator edition, skill set of Will Tell Aim and speed over short distance Part hatter-mad, part erratic habitat, dark matter harnessing his heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack Midsummer bit crusher, mid winter bit shifter, no sleep, gold mine, front door circled, proceed, low light, 24 curfews, crows beak, cold night, unmoored virtue, proceed, snow-blind, 24 curfews

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