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Gryphon
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May-27-11, 01:59 AM (EDT) |
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"sotd, 2011.05.27"
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A-breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law wonI left my baby and it feels so bad I guess my race is run She's the best girl I've ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won Robbing people with a six-gun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I miss my baby and-a good fun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I left my baby and it feels so bad I guess my race is run Well she's the best girl I've ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won - The Bobby Fuller Four "I Fought the Law" I Fought the Law (1965) |
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Pasha
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May-27-11, 03:09 AM (EDT) |
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1. "RE: sotd, 2011.05.27"
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Another good song with a similar tone is "Never Picked Cotton" by Bobby George and Charles William, (Ed note: Someone get those folks a last name, stat) and I learned it from Johnny Cash: Well I never picked cotton Like my mother did And my brother did And my sister did And my daddy died young Working in a coal mine
When I was just a baby Too little for the cotton sack I played in the dirt While the others worked 'Til they couldn't straighten up their backs And I made myself a promise When I was old enough to run That I'd never stay A single day In that Oklahoma sun And I never picked cotton Like my mother did And my brother did And my sister did And my daddy died young Working in a coal mine Folks said I grew up early And the farm couldn't hold me then So I stole ten bucks And a pickup truck And never went back again. It was fast cars and whiskey Long legged girls and fun I had everything That money could bring And I took it all with a gun And I never picked cotton Like my mother did And my brother did And my sister did And my daddy died young Working in a coal mine It was Saturday night in Memphis When a redneck grabbed my shirt He said "Go back To your cotton sack" I left him lying in the dirt And they'll take me in the morning To those gallows just outside And in the time that I've got There ain't a hell of a lot That I can look back on with pride But I never picked cotton Like my mother did And my brother did And my sister did And my daddy died young Working in a coal mine -- -Pasha One of the two times that I've been drunk enoughconvinced to sing karaoke it was an obscure Johnny Cash tune.
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trigger
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May-27-11, 02:36 PM (EDT) |
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2. "RE: sotd, 2011.05.27"
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LAST EDITED ON May-27-11 AT 02:37 PM (EDT) Both of which reminded me of this:(edit: bloody netbooks...) Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul" You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store If you see me comin', better step aside A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died One fist of iron, the other of steel If the right one don't a-get you Then the left one will You load sixteen tons, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store - Tennessee Ernie Ford, "Sixteen Tons" Trigger Argee trigger_argee@hotmail.com Manon, Maccadon, Orado, etc. Denton, never leave home without it. "I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me." - HST |
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Gryphon
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May-30-11, 04:07 PM (EDT) |
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4. "RE: sotd, 2011.05.27"
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>Wow. Songs I actually know?! What is this madness? Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, 50 cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes, ah, but Two hours of pushing broom buys an 8-by-12 four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road Third boxcar, midnight train Destination Bangor, Maine* Old worn-out suit and shoes I don't pay no union dues I smoke old stogies I have found Short but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means King of the road I know every engineer on every train All their children and all of their names And every handout in every town Every lock that ain't locked when no one's around, I sing Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, 50 cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but Two hours of pushing broom buys an 8-by-12 four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, 50 cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but Two hours of pushing broom buys an 8-by-12 four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road... - Roger Miller "King of the Road" The Return of Roger Miller (1965) * Like almost everyone who isn't from the immediate vicinity of Bangor, Roger pronounces Bangor wrong. It's actually BANG-gor. Like Bangalore, only without the "al". Please note that I make no warranty as to how the locals pronounce the ones in Wales, Washington state etc.
Also, if your only option at midnight is a freight train heading for Bangor, Maine, son, you are fucked even by hobo standards. |
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Pasha
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May-31-11, 05:14 PM (EDT) |
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5. "RE: sotd, 2011.05.27"
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>Like almost everyone who isn't from the immediate vicinity >of Bangor, Roger pronounces Bangor wrong. It's actually >BANG-gor. Like Bangalore, only without the "al". Please note that I >make no warranty as to how the locals pronounce the ones in Wales, >Washington state etc. ...how the hell *else* would one pronounce that? BAN-gor? Sheesh, that's like the people around here who keep saying 'KA-brill-oh'* instead of 'kah-bree-oh'
>Also, if your only option at midnight is a freight train heading for >Bangor, Maine, son, you are fucked even by hobo standards. "Just remember, no matter what your problem, heading off to BFE Northern Nevada is never, ever a good solution" Elizabeth Bear -- -Pasha The best ever was someone from the South, who said "cab-reel-er" I mean, wtf? |
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Gryphon
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May-31-11, 09:42 PM (EDT) |
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6. "RE: sotd, 2011.05.27"
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> >>Like almost everyone who isn't from the immediate vicinity >>of Bangor, Roger pronounces Bangor wrong. It's actually >>BANG-gor. Like Bangalore, only without the "al". Please note that I >>make no warranty as to how the locals pronounce the ones in Wales, >>Washington state etc. > >...how the hell *else* would one pronounce that? BAN-gor? Persons "from away" nearly always, as e.g. on the rare occasions when the city makes the national news, say "Banger", rhymes with "hanger", as in the British slang for a beat-up old car or a breakfast link sausage. (Indeed, that's how Roger Miller pronounces it in "King of the Road".) The only time I can think of that I've heard it pronounced right in the mass media was in the "Bad Medicine in Bangor" episode of City Confidential, which is perhaps unsurprising when you consider that it was narrated by the late Paul Winfield - rather a higher-than-average standard of narration. Although, now that you mention it, BAN-gor (or even BAN-gaaw) used to be the way local people who wanted to sound folksy said it. There were a few Old-Timey Television Personalities in town (the late Eddie Driscoll at Channel 2 comes to mind) who said it that way when delivering the station's address for write-in contests and whatnot. --G. -><- Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor-in-Chief, & Forum Admin Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/ Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam. |
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