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"Dog Dreams": Lyrics by The Story

[Verse 1]
Me and Rex took the car
Ha ha, stay home, stay
We're gonna run over
All the neighborhood cats
'Cause they tease us from
The other side of the fence
We're gonna go in the swamp
And you can't hose us off

[Chorus]
Dog dreams
Dog dreams
Please don't wake us up!

[Post-Chorus]
No bad dog, no stay
No basement, no way
No choke chain, no dry food
No fetch game, no no no
No bad dog, no stay
No basement, no way
No choke chain, no dry food
No sit, lie down, roll over, shame

[Verse 2]
Me and Rex took the car
Ha ha, stay home, stay
We're gonna go through
Everyone's garbage
Have the dinners we deserve
We're gonna find
Some great-smelling bitches
And see if they meant what they said
From the end of the leash



[Chorus]
Dog dreams
Dog dreams
Please don't hose us off!

[Post-Chorus]
No bad dog, no stay
No basement, no way
No choke chain, no dry food
No fetch game, no no no
No bad dog, no stay
No basement, no way
No choke chain, no dry food
No sit, lie down, roll over, shame
No bad dog, no stay
No basement, no way
No choke chain, no dry food
No fetch game, no no no
No bad dog, no stay
No basement, no way
No choke chain, no dry food
No sit, lie down, roll over, shame

[Outro]
No Bad dog, no bad dog
No Bad dog, no bad dog
That's not my tickle spot
 
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Up at Nicea bishops pause,
Arius and old Santa Claus;
One claims a time when the Son was not,
The other says that a heretic thought.
Ho, ho, ho, who's gonna go,
Ho, ho, ho, who's gonna go,
Off with a right hook good St. Nick,
Down goes the dirty heretic.

~ Debbie Raber
 
I hate art and I hate artists
I hate musicians too
I hate bars and electric guitars
Oh yeah, and I hate you

I hate people who make their own clothes
and people who make money
I don't wanna go to the rock show
I don't wanna go to the gallery

I don't understand why everybody else just gets to be happy
No matter what I do
I just don't have a clue
I guess it's just something that's not meant for me
So what the fuck

There you go
Always lookin back over your shoulder
Those who know
They don't let it show
They just give you one long glance and you go

Oh

I hate art and I hate artists
I hate musicians too

No, I have never heard the song. Why do you ask?
 
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
I said me upon my pony on my boat
If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying an old Dale
Well, it'd just be me and Trigger
We'd go riding through them movies
Then we'd buy a boat and on the sea we'd sail
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
I said me upon my pony on my boat
The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
'Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said kemo sabe
Well, kiss my ass, I bought a boat
I'm going out to sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
I said me upon my pony on my boat
And if I were like lightning
I wouldn't need no sneakers
I'd come and go wherever I would please
And I'd scare 'em by the shade tree
And I'd scare 'em by the light pole
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
I said me upon my pony on my boat
I said me upon my pony on my boat
 
In the deep of the darkest night
There's a beacon of yellow light at the waffle house
At the edge of the dark abyss
When confusion descends like this
Deeper and denser at the waffle house
After the midnight hour
I am scraping the eggs and flour
From the napkin dispenser
Where we who have run from our homes
When the silence of sorrow won't leave us alone
And we who are out here this late
Be it heartbreak or highway
Or some altered state
When it's time that we slow up
Wrap both our hands around our cup
You can stay until the feeling goes
As long as there's broken hearts and dreams
And all of this highway in between
The waffle house will never close
At the waffle house
Under these cobalt skies
The drivers with bloodshot eyes, hallucinating
At the waffle house
If you're facing some bitter truth
We'll save you a window booth
And we will be waiting for you
When you run from your home
When the silence of sorrow won't leave you alone
And you who are out here this late
Be it heartbreak or highway
Or some altered state
When it's time that you slow up
Wrap both your hands around your cup
You can stay until the feeling goes
As long as there's broken hearts and dreams
And all of this highway in between
The waffle house will never close
 
I'm the official historian on Shirley Jean Berrell
I've known her since God only knows and I won't tell
I caught her the first time she stumbled and fell
And surely she knows me just as well

I know where she's ticklish and her every little quirk
The funnies she don't read and her number at work
I know what she stands for and what she won't allow
The only thing that I don't know is where she is right now
 
We read in all the papers of the things that may come
Someone may get mean enough
To drop an atom bomb
If one by chance should fall nearby
While you′re sailin' through the sky
Just sit back, enjoy the ride, and bid the world goodbye

Chorus
Relax and take it easy
You know what I mean
Don′t be nervous, don't get excited
It may all turn out to be just a dream

If you should come home late some night and find a stranger there
Visiting your little wife, let on that you don't care
Don′t blow your top and rant and rave, as a jealous husband would
She will say that you are wrong, that you misunderstood

[chorus]

It you should wake up late some night and find your garage on fire
There′s no reason you should try to save the family car
Just walk, don't run, and telephone to the fire insurance man
Easy your conscience, pray for rain, stand back and warm your hands

[chorus]

 
St. Francis Dam Disaster, by Frank Black (a masterpiece, IMO)

There was a well known water master man
He was the king , he could do anything
The Saint Francis Dam disaster man
Thought she was all right until around midnight
Because that water seeks her own
She had a desire to flow
She was looking for somewhere to go
She was a slave to the great metropolis
She was feeling choked, she pushed the wall till it broke
When they heard the great apocalypse
At power house number two
Well, there was nothing they could do
Because that water seeks her own
Five and one half hours she would flow
She had fifty-three miles to go
A cascade down to Santa Clara way
Near sixty feet high now she's a mile wide
It was clear she was going far away
And whole towns were too a few got lucky in Peru
Because that water seeks her own
But four more hours she would flow
She had twenty-nine miles to go
She carried in her every kind of thing
House, trees, and telegraph pole some say a thousand souls
At three A.M. she gave Santa Paula a ring
She was still twenty-five feet high
Under a peaceful sky
Because that water seeks her own
But two more hours she would flow
She had nineteen miles more to go
It was a real bad night in little Saticoy
El Rio then Montalvo how many no one really knows
Ventura Beach was very scary boy humanity a pile
She went her final mile
Because that water seeks her own
Into the sea the water flowed
And now for forever she would go

 
"Dayton, Ohio - 1903" by Randy Newman (1972)

"Sing a song of long ago when things could grow
And days flowed quietly
The air was clean and you could see
And folks were nice to you
Would you like to come over for tea
With the missus and me?
It's a real nice way to spend the day in Dayton, Ohio"

Over the past couple of days, I've been listening a lot to my new playlist of Cities+Places. I've had themed playlists since I created my first mix-tape. I suppose all of us have ... that tape of break-up songs, or whatever. For me, listing to a grouping of songs about a subject really gets in my head and gets me to thinking about that topic. I think the previous topical playlist I created was about Work which has songs that run the gamut of Unionization, to slavery, to money and economics, to housework and more.

Back on topic, while listening to the Cities+Places playlist this morning, "Dayton Ohio 1903" by Randy Newman came on. My son's a student in Dayton Ohio and a few months ago I was surprise to discover this delightful little song about the city when I dove into Randy Newman's oeuvre. Serendipity of something like that.

I'm going to miss Dayton. Over the past four years, I've been there twenty times or so and really gotten to know the place. Though not as much as I would have liked, because I could never stay for more than a day or two at a time. Now that my son won't be there any more, it will be a long time before I ever go again, if ever.

Music, man.
 
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