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    "It`s been 10 years now
    since the lights went down
    I was coming out of the sick room suite
    the name was faint
    but her spark was fine
    and there were no longer any shadows
    left to follow me
    from the poor lil changer
    that fades away
    and at late
    a message from a diamond
    and she`s smokin on
    He thought he had a handle
    but the load went down
    busted up ,found,and broken out
    and in the AM,chalky light?
    another half day unmoved
    a lost turn packed
    in a knockando roller
    with the note and the news
    a showboat motel
    Casper night
    The river`s high and losing
    I`ll watch her flaming figure fly
    and burn out at your ruins
    as felt belt out a warning
    of some Spainish house I`ve known
    cut to the bone
    quick to the cue"


    K7 Rides Again

    hey salami and tones, question of curiousity…what’s all that from?


    K7 Rides Again

    oh an original huh? aren’t we the little egocentric [img]images/smiles/converted/evil.gif[/img]
    i’ve only recently started listening to Dylan, know some of his real pop. stuff, but only have a greatest hits CD. If he’s writing stuff like that though, I think I’ll have to start diggin’ a little deeper [img]images/smiles/converted/biggrin.gif[/img]
    later DJ scratchit [img]images/smiles/converted/wink.gif[/img]

    <FONT>[ October 22, 2001 08:56 PM: 1 kurticus7 ]</font>



    That song is Richard Buckner`s Ocean Cliff Clearing.He`s a folk/alt country artist from northern California,he played in punk bands as a teenager and a country rock band and eventually went solo acoustic,he released his first album around 94-95,Bloomed,produced by Lloyd Maines,a Texas pedal steel guitar player,he played on Uncle Tupelo`s Anodyne and Wilco`s AM;if the Maines name sounds familar it`s because his daughter is in the Dixie Chicks.
    In 96 Buckner released Devotion And Doubt on MCA records,his major label debut and in 98 followed with Since,that`s where that song I typed the lyrics is from.I think he got dropped by MCA after that,he`s not commercial country material,last year he released on a small indie The Hill,based on the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters,a early 20th century writer who wrote about actual events in a small Illinois town,not exactly happy material,Buckner turns the text into songs-a man catches his wife cheating on him and gets shot by the other man;a drunken man beaten by a judge when he stumbles on his property by accident;a pregnant woman overdosing on morphine,etc.

    You can check out some of Richard Buckner`s
    songs at tinytelephone.com they have some tracks from Since and some live songs including a Pavement song-"Here".

    One thing I found out that was cool is he now lives in Canada,he met a woman from Alberta and moved there.


    Bucky Ramone

    The last post from Salamiguy is a Richard Buckner song, forgot the title, but i’m sure Salamiguy will post some more info here…



    en sortant de l’ecole
    nous avons rencontres
    un grand chemin du fer
    qui nous ont emmener
    tout autour de la terre
    dans un wagon dorre



    Some great Dylan lines -thanks for the link kurticus [img]images/smiles/converted/smile.gif[/img]

    If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it, I guess I would’ve let it slide,
    If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died.
    I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,
    Someone had to reach for the risin’ star,
    I guess it was up to me.

    Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues:

    When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez
    And it’s Eastertime too
    And your gravity fails
    And negativity don’t pull you through
    Don’t put on any airs
    When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue
    They got some hungry women there
    And they really make a mess outa you

    Now if you see Saint Annie
    Please tell her thanks a lot
    I cannot move
    My fingers are all in a knot
    I don’t have the strength
    To get up and take another shot
    And my best friend, my doctor
    Won’t even say what it is I’ve got

    Sweet Melinda
    The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
    She speaks good English
    And she invites you up into her room
    And you’re so kind
    And careful not to go to her too soon
    And she takes your voice
    And leaves you howling at the moon

    Up on Housing Project Hill
    It’s either fortune or fame
    You must pick up one or the other
    Though neither of them are to be what they claim
    If you’re lookin’ to get silly
    You better go back to from where you came
    Because the cops don’t need you
    And man they expect the same

    Now all the authorities
    They just stand around and boast
    How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
    Into leaving his post
    And picking up Angel who
    Just arrived here from the coast
    Who looked so fine at first
    But left looking just like a ghost

    I started out on burgundy
    But soon hit the harder stuff
    Everybody said they’d stand behind me
    When the game got rough
    But the joke was on me
    There was nobody even there to call my bluff
    I’m going back to New York City
    I do believe I’ve had enough



    Robert-that`s one of my fav Dylan songs.
    at Townes Van Zandt`s site,there`s this jukebox that has clips from live stuff by Townes,one is his songs -Codorado Girl with the first verse from Just Like Tom Thumbs added in.



    Salamiguy -thanks for the info bout the van Zandt site!

    Nice little tune from a norwegian band that sums up what I feel of most of the bands out there.

    Whopper -This Is Not A Song
    This is not a song.
    It’s not a rebel hit,
    another white hype
    from the girls that we like
    and respect.
    Oh man,
    there’s a new shiny band
    and they’re playing this song.
    We all sing along,
    how long.

    There’s a song on the playlist,
    but the words don’t mean a thing.
    But the words don’t mean a thing.

    If you don’t have the man,
    you don’t have a band.
    And if you don’t have a hit,
    well then that’s pretty much it.
    Come on, you’ve been
    making these songs,
    but if you don’t keep it simple
    you’re not gonna stay.
    And away.

    There’s a beat on the billboard.
    I think I’ve heard that beat before.
    There’s a beat on the billboard.
    I think I’ve heard that beat before.

    There’s a band full of boys
    and everyone sings.
    They’re 29,
    but they do different things.
    One of them is tough
    and another is sweet.
    And they all shout their songs
    as they walk down the streets.
    There’s a girl on TV,
    she plays the guitar,
    she makes her own songs.
    They say she’s gonna get far.
    She really likes jazz,
    but she’s playing this pop.
    And her singles go,
    dum dum dum di dum.

    Somewhere, someone make a love song,
    play it to the one you love.
    No more Sting covers,
    no soul funk lovers
    and the bands on MTV.
    They don’t do anything for me.
    This is not a song.
    This is not a song.
    This is not a song.
    This is not a song.
    This is not a song.



    Gun Street Girl by Tom Waits

    "Falling James in the Tahoe mud
    stick around to tell us all the tale
    well he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
    and now he`s dancing in the Birmingham jail
    dancing in the Birmingham jail

    He took a 100 dollars off of a slaughterhouse Joe
    Bought a brand new Michigan twenty gauge
    He got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn
    blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
    a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette

    he bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
    and dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
    with a pawn shop radio quarter past 4
    he left Waukegan at the slamming of the door
    left Waukegan at the slamming of the door

    I said John John he`s long gone
    gone to Indiana ain`t never coming home
    I said John John he`s long gone
    gone to indiana ain`t never coming home

    He`s sitting in a sycamore in St. John`s wood
    soaking day old bread in kerosene
    well he was blue as a robin`s egg and brown as a hog
    He`s staying out of circulation till the dogs get tired
    out of circulation till the dogs get tired

    Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
    He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
    sitting by the Erie with a bull whipped dog
    telling everyone he saw "he went that-a-way,boys"
    telling everyone he saw "he went that-a-way"

    now the rain`s like gravel on an old tin roof
    and the Burlington Northern pulling out of the world
    now a head full of bourbon and the dream in the straw
    and a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
    a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all

    Well he`s riding in the shadow by the St. Joe`s ridge
    hearing the click clack tapping of a blind man`s cane
    he was pulling into Baker on New Year`s eve
    one eye on a pistol the other on a door
    one eye on a pistol the other on a door

    Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
    smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
    with a fireman`s raincoat and her long yellow hair
    well they tied her to the tree with a skinny millonaire
    they tied her to the tree with a skinny millonaire

    I said John John he`s long gone
    gone to Indiana ain`t never coming home
    I said John John he`s long gone
    gone to Indiana ain`t never coming home

    banging on a table with an old tin cup
    sing I`ll never kiss a Gun Street girl again
    never kiss a Gun Street girl again
    I`ll never kiss a Gun Street girl again"



    dEUS – Jigsaw U

    56 Falcon, Across The Old Laundry, I Tasted
    Jigsaw U. How I Hate To See This Wasted

    I’m Thinkin’ Of
    A Parallel
    These Lines Won’t Cut
    But All It Takes
    Is Finding Some Way To Weld


    Matty qui-9

    The Kid got busted doing miles of cocaine
    And his girlfriend was speaking Japanese
    The lights went out, the world was breathing heavy
    Stardust and everbody’s gone.

    -Creepy D


    Bucky Ramone

    Until the philosophy which holds one race
    Superior and another inferior
    Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
    Everywhere is war, me say war

    That until there is no longer first class
    And second class citizens of any nation
    Until the colour of a man’s skin
    Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
    Me say war

    That until the basic human rights are equally
    Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
    Dis a war

    From Bob Marley’s ‘War’

    Michael Franti and Spearhead started their show in Amsterdam last week with this song. After the song Michael remarked: ‘We can bomb the world into pieces, but not into peace….’
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    Been kinda a weird week here but these lines have made me smile [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]

    I can’t seem to see thru solid marble eyes
    Sparklehorse…Piano Fire

    When I see yr eyes arrive
    They explode like two bugs on glass
    Mercury Rev…Goddess on a Hiway

    Raw Power honey can’t be beat
    Poppin eyes and a flashing feet
    Stooges…Raw Power

    Allison [img]images/smiles/icon_wink.gif[/img]

    [ October 29, 2001: Message edited by: Another Girl Another Planet ]</p>



    Everything Is Great When U’re Dead
    Yr Family Surrounds U
    There Are Flowers In Yr Bed
    Everything Is Just Like They Said
    & Like Laying Down Just To Feel It

    Motorpsycho – When U’re Dead

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