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Bob
Dylan and punk might not seem like the most natural of bedfellows but
it would seem that there is a lot of mutual respect between Dylan and
many punk musicians and bands.
The band on Down In The Groove’s
“Sally Sue Brown” includes both the Sex Pistols’ Steve Jones on guitar
and The Clash’s Paul Simenon on bass.
The one song Dylan said he wished he written was Johnny Thunders “You Can’t Put Your Arms Around A Memory”.
Punk
acts a-plenty have covered Dylan tracks over the years including
Richard Hell with “Going Going Gone”, The Clash “The Man In Me”, Johnny
Thunder “It Ain’t Me, Babe”, “Joey” & “Like A Rolling Stone” and The
Ramones with “My Back Pages,” to name just a few.
All of this leads us nicely to The Minutemen and “Bob Dylan Wrote Propaganda Songs”.
I’m waitin’, in third person, I’m collecting
Dispersing, information, labeled rations
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Manifestos, are my windows, and my proof
Locations, and more rations, outline my route!
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs!
At 1 minute 29 seconds, the track is actually on the longer side for the Minutemen.
Their first album contained 18 tracks all ranging between 30 and 50 seconds long, so this one is something of an epic!
The song appears on the “What Makes a Man Start Fires? album.
Songwriter Mike Watt stated “That song came out because I was starting
to worry are my songs starting to sound too sloganeering?
And then I thought, ‘Hey Bob Dylan, his stuff was almost as vital as propaganda.'”
If
you have any previous experience of the Minutemen, it provides exactly
what you would expect from the band: it’s short, experimental, unusual
structure and not one second is wasted.
Moving on to our second piece today, it’s Chumbawamba with “Give The Anarchist A Cigarette.”
Those
of us who grew up in the 90s will remember their classic 1998 hit
single “Tubthumping”. The track in question appears on their earlier
1994 album “Anarchy.”
The title comes from a scene in the Dylan
movie “Don’t Look Back” in which Dylan’s manager Albert Grossman tells
him “They’re calling you an anarchist now,” to which Dylan replies “Give
the anarchist a cigarette”.
Albert! Who?
Bobby! Who?
For god’s sake, burn it down
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of…
Give the anarchist a cigarette
‘Cause that’s as close as he’s ever gonna get
Give the anarchist a cigarette
Bobby just hasn’t learned it yet
Give the anarchist a cigarette
The times are changing, but he just forgets
Give the anarchist a cigarette
He’s gonna to choke on his harmonica, Albert
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of…
Give the anarchist a cigarette
A candy cig for the spoiled brat
Give the anarchist a cigarette
We’ll get Albert to write you a cheque
Give the anarchist a cigarette
He’ll be burning up the air in his personal jet
Give the anarchist a cigarette
You know I hate every Popstar that I ever met
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of…
Give the anarchist a cigarette
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Grunge magazine lists the track as one of the harshest lyrics in history.
They write that the track outright calls Dylan old, pathetic, washed-up, and out-of-touch.
They sing,
“Give
the anarchist a cigarette / ‘Cuz that’s as close as he’s ever gonna get
/ Give the anarchist a cigarette. Bobby just hasn’t earned it yet /
Give the anarchist a cigarette. The times are changing but he just
forgets.”
You thought Don Henley had church bells down
there? That’s nothing compared to accusing Bob Dylan of “not earning”
something. But true to form, the band doubles down, calling Dylan a
“spoiled brat” with his own private jet. But it’s not just you,
Bob—Chumbawamba’s singer proudly admits, “I hate every popstar that I’ve
ever met.” So at least you’ll have company in that private jet of
yours”.
Just to prove that Bob could be as punk as any one
of these bands, let’s remember that time he played Letterman backed by
NYC punk band The Plugz. Now this is some punk rock!
Well, I’m goin’ down to Rosie’s, stop at Fannie Mae’s
Gonna tell Fannie what I heard, her boyfriend say
Don’t start me to talkin’, I’ll tell her everything I know
I’m gonna break up this signifyin’, ’cause somebody’s got to go
Jack give his wife two dollars, go downtown and get some margarine
Gets out on the streets, ol’ George stopped her
He knocked her down, and blackened her eye
She gets back home, tell her husband a lie
Don’t start me to talkin, I’ll tell everything I know
I’m gonna break up this signifyin’, somebody’s got to go
She borrowed some money, go to the beauty shop
Jim honked his horn, she begin to stop
She said, “Take me, baby,” around the block
I’m goin to the beauty shop, where I can get my hair sock
Don’t start me to talkin’, I’ll tell everything I know
Well, to break up this signifyin’, somebody’s got to go
I
am absolutely not an expert on punk – quite the reverse in fact – so I
was not contemplating being part of this article, but I can’t let the
Letterman show go by without referring back to one of my favourite
obscure Dylan recordings made in the rehearsals for that show: “I once
knew a man”
If you are interested in the lyrics or the origins of this song, please do visit the article on “I once knew a man”
There are a fair number of comments after my little piece on the
recording, but please do note, several correspondents reported lyrics
that relate to another song of the same title, not the one Dylan sings
here.
Fiona Apple – Ladies
This album is not letting me Titus against therefor keep from each other the message I remember grandmother used my grandfather's mistress his mistress as his wife for life married 50 years to her he mad at his mistress as ways like,
“Man, she didn’t dour grandfather Your husband cheated with some guy they together afterward a family the person the wrong person.”
I found some woman ice did didn’t cheat.
― Fiona Apple – Ladies
[Verse 1]
Ruminations on the looming effect and the parallax view
And the figure and the form and the revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effect and the parallax view
And the figure and the form and the revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
[Verse 2]
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies, take it easy
When he leaves me, please be my guest
To whatever I might've left in his kitchen cupboards
In the back of his bathroom cabinets
[Verse 3]
And oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
There's a dress in the closet
Don't get rid of it, you'd look good in it
I didn't fit in it, it was never mine
It belonged to the ex-wife of another ex of mine
She left it behind with a note, one line, it said
"I don't know if I'm coming across, but I'm really trying"
She was very kind
[Intro]
And no love is like any other love
So it would be insane to make a comparison with you
me watching Jerry Lee Lewis
Killer later Lee’s listened live album Loch Love Memphis Beat Mercury might’ve mike musicians Myra Nashville Teens night onstage performance Phillips piano playing punk radio Reeperbahn released road rock & roll Rockin says sessions Shelby Singleton singers single sings Smash solo song’s Songs For City sound stage Star Star-Club studio Sun Records television there’s thing tour tracks tune venue vocal weeks What’s who’d who’s Whole Lotta Shakin
A superb new study of Jerry Lee Lewis that's as intense and fast paced as the life of "The Killer" himself, from the height of fame to the bumpy road that followed
"The category in which Jerry Lee Lewis truly belongs is 'Jerry Lee Lewis.' The Killer is as big as Mount Rushmore, and he's also as American, as revered, as cliched, as misunderstood, as corny, and as taken for granted as that monument. The curse of iconoclastic American success. Elvis felt it, so does Dylan. So will others who haven't been born yet."
The story of Louisiana hellcat Jerry Lee Lewis and his 1958 wedding scandal it was discovered that at 22 he had married his 13-year old second cousin, Myra, before he was divorced from his second wife long ago took precedence over the man himself and the music he makes. In Jerry Lee Lewis: Lost and Found, author Joe Bonomo lets others focus on the scandal and delves more deeply into the accidental intersection between fading American Rockabilly and ascending Beatlemania. By first taking a look at the critical years before his famed night in 1964 at West Germany's Star-Club what that meant not only for him but the entire live album-making world then the tumultuous years that follow, culminating in his time on the American Country charts in the late 60s/ early 70s, Bonomo brings Jerry Lee Lewis to life in new and fascinating ways.
Common terms and phrases
album charts American artists audience Balls Of Fire band band’s Beatles Billboard blues Boogie Breathless Buck Owens Buddy career Casson Chuck Berry club commercial country album country charts country music Country Songs crowd cultural dance decade Duplock Elvis Email Escott fans feel felt Ferriday figures find finish first flip floor girls Goin gospel guitar guys hair Hamburg Hank Williams High School Confidential honky-tonk influence Jerry Kennedy Jerry Lee Lewis Jim Dickinson Jimmy Johnny Cash kids
In spite of plummeting record sales and concert fees, a media savaging of his personal character, a change of record labels and management, and a considerable upturn in his drug and alcohol abuse, Jerry Lee Lewis has persevered. In between being betrayed and ignored, he would record one of the greatest rock &roll performances in history. Bonomo's thorough research includes new interviews with Live at the Star-Club producer Sigi Loch, members of the Nashville Teens, and other musicians and fans who were at the Star-Club performance, as well as with music industry figures ranging from famed Nashville producer Jerry Kennedy and legendary Memphis stalwart Jim Dickinson to Killer-influenced contemporaries John Doe and Dave Alvin. This passionate book examines and explains the almighty impact of the Father of Rock'n'Roll.
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The mixers and recording engineers for Fetch the Bolt Cutters - John Would, Dave Way, and Tchad Blake. John Would has been working on and living with this music for years. John’s mix of “Ladies...” is the one you hear. John also played piano, the Wurlitzer and the organ on the record. His daughter, Amy Wood, co-produced the album. Dave Way recorded Fiona and three of his mixes are on the final product - “I Want You to Love Me,” “Relay,” and “Heavy Balloon.” Fiona has worked with John and Dave on several projects in the past. Tchad Blake is new to the “mix.” I take pride in finding Tchad (look him up and you will see why that is an absurd statement). They have never met in person but I know how much Fiona appreciates what he brought to the sound of the album. All three of these men are masters and well, the proof is in the pudding. Congratulations to them all! I used a Ludwig filter on the photos in honor of the true legend, Bob Ludwig, who mastered the album. Look up these guys, they are amazing and integral to this wonderful record. Check out @fionaappleig for full credits and lyrics on each of the tracks in the next few days. #fetchtheboltcutters #fionaapple @amyaileenwood @quincyblaque @dwaved @tchadblake #bobludwig #gatewaymastering @stanley_recordings Amy and Fiona also did recording but I’ll post more on the band later. And thank you to @wigmusic and @ethangruska for talking about Tchad in such glowing terms at @tonyberg1 ‘s place. Sorry for eavesdropping...🙉
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Bob Dylan - Murder Most Foul (Official Audio) - YouTube
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Lyrics
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You gotta pay debts, we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul
Hush, little children, you'll understand
The Beatles are comin', they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm going to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window, let the good times roll
There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
Stack up the bricks, pour the cement
Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn
I'm going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity died
Shoot him while he runs, boy
Shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie
Goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, my Scarlet, I don't give a damn
What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know
"Shut your mouth, " said the wise old owl
Business is business, and it's a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me?
I'm the Acid Queen
I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I'm leaning to the left, got my head in her lap
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain
What more could they do?
They piled on the pain
But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that
Freedom, oh freedom
Freedom above me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin', tell me no lies
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy
You filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier
Zapruder's film I've seen that before
Seen it 33 times, maybe more
It's vile and deceitful
It's cruel and it's mean
Ugliest thing that you ever have seen
They killed him once and they killed him twice
Killed him like a human sacrifice
The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son
The age of the Antichrist has just only begun"
Air Force One coming in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel
It is what it is, and it's murder most foul
What's new, pussycat?
What'd I say?
I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it's beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it's 36 hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues
He's going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that "Only the Good Die Young"
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play "St. James Infirmary" and "The Port of King James"
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James, too
Play "I'd Rather Go Blind"
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker
Play "Scratch My Back"
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley
Play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Karl Wirsum, too
Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue
Play tragedy, play "Twilight Time"
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another one and "Another One Bites the Dust"
Play "The Old Rugged Cross" and "In God We Trust"
Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the Reverend
Play it for the Pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson
Play Stan Getz
Play "Blue Sky"
Play Dickey Betts
Play Hot Pepper, Thelonious Monk
Charlie Parker and all that junk
All that junk and "All That Jazz"
Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz
Play Buster Keaton
Play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel
Play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers
Play the odds
Play "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods
Play Number 9
Play Number 6
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks
Play Nat King Cole
Play "Nature Boy"
Play "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry Malloy
Play "It Happened One Night" and "One Night of Sin"
There's 12 Million souls that are listening in
Play "Merchant to Venice"
Play "Merchants of Death"
Play "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President
Help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell?
Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming"
We'll get them as well
Love Field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground
Was a hard act to follow, second to none
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun
Play "Misty" for me and "That Old Devil Moon"
Play "Anything Goes" and "Memphis in June"
Play "Lonely At the Top" and "Lonely Are the Brave"
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave
Play Jelly Roll Morton
Play "Lucille"
Play "Deep In a Dream"
And play "Driving Wheel"
Play "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp
And "A Key to the Highway" for the king on the harp
Play "Marching Through Georgia" and "Dumbaroton's Drums"
Play darkness and death will come when it comes
Play "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play "The Blood-stained Banner"
Play "Murder Most Foul"
― Fiona Apple – Ladies
[Verse 1]
Ruminations on the looming effect and the parallax view
And the figure and the form and the revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
Ruminations on the looming effect and the parallax view
And the figure and the form and the revolving door that keeps
Turning out more and more good women like you
Yet another woman to whom I won't get through
[Verse 2]
Ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies, take it easy
When he leaves me, please be my guest
To whatever I might've left in his kitchen cupboards
In the back of his bathroom cabinets
[Verse 3]
And oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
There's a dress in the closet
Don't get rid of it, you'd look good in it
I didn't fit in it, it was never mine
It belonged to the ex-wife of another ex of mine
She left it behind with a note, one line, it said
"I don't know if I'm coming across, but I'm really trying"
She was very kind
[Intro]
And no love is like any other love
So it would be insane to make a comparison with you
me watching Jerry Lee Lewis
Killer later Lee’s listened live album Loch Love Memphis Beat Mercury might’ve mike musicians Myra Nashville Teens night onstage performance Phillips piano playing punk radio Reeperbahn released road rock & roll Rockin says sessions Shelby Singleton singers single sings Smash solo song’s Songs For City sound stage Star Star-Club studio Sun Records television there’s thing tour tracks tune venue vocal weeks What’s who’d who’s Whole Lotta Shakin
A superb new study of Jerry Lee Lewis that's as intense and fast paced as the life of "The Killer" himself, from the height of fame to the bumpy road that followed
"The category in which Jerry Lee Lewis truly belongs is 'Jerry Lee Lewis.' The Killer is as big as Mount Rushmore, and he's also as American, as revered, as cliched, as misunderstood, as corny, and as taken for granted as that monument. The curse of iconoclastic American success. Elvis felt it, so does Dylan. So will others who haven't been born yet."
The story of Louisiana hellcat Jerry Lee Lewis and his 1958 wedding scandal it was discovered that at 22 he had married his 13-year old second cousin, Myra, before he was divorced from his second wife long ago took precedence over the man himself and the music he makes. In Jerry Lee Lewis: Lost and Found, author Joe Bonomo lets others focus on the scandal and delves more deeply into the accidental intersection between fading American Rockabilly and ascending Beatlemania. By first taking a look at the critical years before his famed night in 1964 at West Germany's Star-Club what that meant not only for him but the entire live album-making world then the tumultuous years that follow, culminating in his time on the American Country charts in the late 60s/ early 70s, Bonomo brings Jerry Lee Lewis to life in new and fascinating ways.
Common terms and phrases
album charts American artists audience Balls Of Fire band band’s Beatles Billboard blues Boogie Breathless Buck Owens Buddy career Casson Chuck Berry club commercial country album country charts country music Country Songs crowd cultural dance decade Duplock Elvis Email Escott fans feel felt Ferriday figures find finish first flip floor girls Goin gospel guitar guys hair Hamburg Hank Williams High School Confidential honky-tonk influence Jerry Kennedy Jerry Lee Lewis Jim Dickinson Jimmy Johnny Cash kids
In spite of plummeting record sales and concert fees, a media savaging of his personal character, a change of record labels and management, and a considerable upturn in his drug and alcohol abuse, Jerry Lee Lewis has persevered. In between being betrayed and ignored, he would record one of the greatest rock &roll performances in history. Bonomo's thorough research includes new interviews with Live at the Star-Club producer Sigi Loch, members of the Nashville Teens, and other musicians and fans who were at the Star-Club performance, as well as with music industry figures ranging from famed Nashville producer Jerry Kennedy and legendary Memphis stalwart Jim Dickinson to Killer-influenced contemporaries John Doe and Dave Alvin. This passionate book examines and explains the almighty impact of the Father of Rock'n'Roll.
View this post on Instagram
The mixers and recording engineers for Fetch the Bolt Cutters - John Would, Dave Way, and Tchad Blake. John Would has been working on and living with this music for years. John’s mix of “Ladies...” is the one you hear. John also played piano, the Wurlitzer and the organ on the record. His daughter, Amy Wood, co-produced the album. Dave Way recorded Fiona and three of his mixes are on the final product - “I Want You to Love Me,” “Relay,” and “Heavy Balloon.” Fiona has worked with John and Dave on several projects in the past. Tchad Blake is new to the “mix.” I take pride in finding Tchad (look him up and you will see why that is an absurd statement). They have never met in person but I know how much Fiona appreciates what he brought to the sound of the album. All three of these men are masters and well, the proof is in the pudding. Congratulations to them all! I used a Ludwig filter on the photos in honor of the true legend, Bob Ludwig, who mastered the album. Look up these guys, they are amazing and integral to this wonderful record. Check out @fionaappleig for full credits and lyrics on each of the tracks in the next few days. #fetchtheboltcutters #fionaapple @amyaileenwood @quincyblaque @dwaved @tchadblake #bobludwig #gatewaymastering @stanley_recordings Amy and Fiona also did recording but I’ll post more on the band later. And thank you to @wigmusic and @ethangruska for talking about Tchad in such glowing terms at @tonyberg1 ‘s place. Sorry for eavesdropping...🙉
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Bob Dylan - Murder Most Foul (Official Audio) - YouTube
www.youtube.com › watch
Lyrics
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You gotta pay debts, we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul
Hush, little children, you'll understand
The Beatles are comin', they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm going to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window, let the good times roll
There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
Stack up the bricks, pour the cement
Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn
I'm going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity died
Shoot him while he runs, boy
Shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie
Goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, my Scarlet, I don't give a damn
What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know
"Shut your mouth, " said the wise old owl
Business is business, and it's a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me?
I'm the Acid Queen
I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I'm leaning to the left, got my head in her lap
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain
What more could they do?
They piled on the pain
But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that
Freedom, oh freedom
Freedom above me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin', tell me no lies
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy
You filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier
Zapruder's film I've seen that before
Seen it 33 times, maybe more
It's vile and deceitful
It's cruel and it's mean
Ugliest thing that you ever have seen
They killed him once and they killed him twice
Killed him like a human sacrifice
The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son
The age of the Antichrist has just only begun"
Air Force One coming in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel
It is what it is, and it's murder most foul
What's new, pussycat?
What'd I say?
I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it's beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it's 36 hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues
He's going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that "Only the Good Die Young"
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play "St. James Infirmary" and "The Port of King James"
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James, too
Play "I'd Rather Go Blind"
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker
Play "Scratch My Back"
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley
Play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Karl Wirsum, too
Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue
Play tragedy, play "Twilight Time"
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another one and "Another One Bites the Dust"
Play "The Old Rugged Cross" and "In God We Trust"
Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the Reverend
Play it for the Pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson
Play Stan Getz
Play "Blue Sky"
Play Dickey Betts
Play Hot Pepper, Thelonious Monk
Charlie Parker and all that junk
All that junk and "All That Jazz"
Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz
Play Buster Keaton
Play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel
Play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers
Play the odds
Play "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods
Play Number 9
Play Number 6
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks
Play Nat King Cole
Play "Nature Boy"
Play "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry Malloy
Play "It Happened One Night" and "One Night of Sin"
There's 12 Million souls that are listening in
Play "Merchant to Venice"
Play "Merchants of Death"
Play "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President
Help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell?
Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming"
We'll get them as well
Love Field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground
Was a hard act to follow, second to none
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun
Play "Misty" for me and "That Old Devil Moon"
Play "Anything Goes" and "Memphis in June"
Play "Lonely At the Top" and "Lonely Are the Brave"
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave
Play Jelly Roll Morton
Play "Lucille"
Play "Deep In a Dream"
And play "Driving Wheel"
Play "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp
And "A Key to the Highway" for the king on the harp
Play "Marching Through Georgia" and "Dumbaroton's Drums"
Play darkness and death will come when it comes
Play "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play "The Blood-stained Banner"
Play "Murder Most Foul"
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