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The Bad Me

Post author:HFM
Post published:November 14, 1998
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01 Ring of Fire – Johnny Cash – The Man In Black: His Greatest Hits
02 Like a Friend – Pulp – This is Hardcore
03 Let’s Kill Saturday Night – Robbie Fulks – Let’s Kill Saturday Night
04 La Di Da – The Murmurs – Blender
05 Amnesia – Chumbawamba – Tubthumper
06 Inside Out – Eve 6 – Eve 6
07 Success – Iggy Pop – Great Expectations Soundtrack
08 Dr. Bones – Cherry Poppin’ Daddies – Zoot Suit Riot
09 Freak Magnet – Violent Femmes – Freak Magnet
10 Closet Case – Skanic – Last Call
11 Failure – Skinny – The Weekend
12 Road Rage – Catatonia – International Velvet
13 Mr. Zebra – Tori Amos – Boys for Pele
14 Shed Your Skin – Indigo Girls – Shaming of the Sun
15 Space Lord – Monster Magnet – Powertrip
16 Dragula – Rob Zombie – Hellbilly Deluxe
17 The Bottle – Gil Scott Heron – Winter in America
18 What It’s Like – Everlast – Whitey Ford Sings the Blues
19 The Day Before Yesterday’s Man – The Supernaturals – Shooting Fish Soundtrack

Set the Prairie On Fire

Post author:HFM
Post published:July 27, 1998
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Shawn Colvin
CD: Fat City
I love the lushness of the lyrics and the fact that the whole song is about sex without every explicitly stating that.

Full, full moon and that same sad nature
I wanna cover every inch of you like ink on paper
Like the blind parade of souls Consumed by religion
I can’t wait ’til I get you in that defenseless position

When we set the prairie on fire
we go down to the water, naked and slow
You and me and the heart of desire
We set the prairie on fire
How hard will the wind blow
How far will it go

When the feeling burns down to one solitary color
the velocity of longing, melting into each other
It’s a song our fingers play all at once and together
You can bet we never learned it, but we’ve know it forever
I dreamed that we were flying, carried up from the ashes
Black silhouettes of velvet against the crimson of passion
We can almost hear the echoes from the smoldering meadow
It’s the rapture of the angels and the rage of devil
In the cool dusk of horses through the rusted wires of sleep
With our arms around midnight, we’re headed for release
we go riding in the wind, we go riding in the dark
go riding, riding

When we set the prairie on fire
we go down to the water, naked and slow
You and me and the heart of desire
We set the prairie on fire
How hard will the wind blow
How far will it go.

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Post author:HFM
Post published:July 27, 1998
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You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds thinner,
because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.

The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones,
Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your bedroom,
a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.

The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Goodbye Earl

Post author:HFM
Post published:December 15, 1997
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Chicks, From the CD: Fly

Mary Ann and Wanda were the best of friends
all through their high school days
both members ofthe 4-H Club, both active in the FFA.
After graduation Mary Ann went out,
looking for a bright new world.
Wanda looked all around this town
and all she found was Earl.

Well, it wasn’t two weeks after she got married
that Wanda started gettin’ abused.
She put on dark glasses, and long-sleeved blouses
and make-up to cover the bruises.
She finally got the nerve to file for divorce;
she let the law take it from there.
But Earl walked right through that restraining order
and put her in intensive care.

Right away Mary Ann flew in from Atlanta
on a red-eye midnight flight.
She held Wanda’s hand, and they worked out a plan,
and it didn’t take them long to decide that
Earl had to Die.

Goodbye, Earl.
Those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl.
You feelin’ weak? Why don’t you laid down and sleep, Earl.
Ain’t it dark, wrapped up in that tarp, Earl?

Well, the cops came by to bring Earl in;
They searched the house high and low.
Then they tipped their hats and said
"Thank you, ladies, if you hear from him let us know."
Well the weeks went by, and spring turned to summer
and summer faded into fall.
And it turns out he was a missing person
Who nobody missed at all.

The girls bought some land and a road-side stand
down on highway 109.
They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
and they don’t lose any sleep at night,
’cause Earl had to die.

Goodbye, Earl.
We need a break; let’s go out to the lake, Earl.
We’ll pack a lunch, and stuff you in the trunk, Earl.
Well, is that alright? Good, let’s go for a ride, Earl.

Tangled Up in Blue

Post author:HFM
Post published:December 15, 1997
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Bob Dylan
CD: Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits, Vol. 3

Early one morning the sun was shining; I was laying in bed
Wondering if she’d changed at all, if her hair was still red
Her folks, they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama’s homemade dress, Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
Me, I’m standing on the side of the road, rain falling on my shoes
I’m heading out to the old east coast, lord knows I’ve paid some dues

Getting through; tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met, soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess, but I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could, abandoned it out west
Split up on a sad dark night, both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me as I was walking away
And I heard her say over my shoulder, we’ll meet again some day
On the avenue, tangled up in blue

I was living in the great North Woods, working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much, and one day the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans, where I happened to be employed
Yeah I was working for a while on a fishing boat, right outside of Delacroix

And all the while I was alone, the past was close behind
I’ve seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind
And I just grew tangled up in blue

She was working at a topless bar, and I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at the side of her face in the spotlight so clear
Now, later on the crowd thinned out, and I was just about to do the same
She’s standing there in that back of my chair, she said, don’t I know your name?

Well I muttered something underneath my breath, she studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoes; we were tangled up in blue. I know, I know, I know….

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
I thought you’d never say hello, she said, you look like the silent type
And then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet from the thirteenth century

Every one of those words rang true and glowed like burning coal
Pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul
From me to you; tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs, yeah
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air

That’s when he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of her died, just died
She had to sell everything she owned
And she froze up inside

And finally, when the bottom feel out, I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keeping on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue

Now I’m heading back again, I got to get to her somehow
And all the people that I used to know, they’re an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters’ wives
I don’t know how it all got started, I dunno what they’re doing with their lives

But me, I’m still on the road, headed for another joint
We always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point
Of view, tangled up in blue. I know, I know, I know….

Jesus Was Way Cool

Post author:HFM
Post published:December 15, 1997
Post category:Music
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King Missile

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Jesus was way cool
Everybody liked Jesus
Everybody wanted to hang out with him
Anything he wanted to do, he did
He turned water into wine
And if he wanted to
He could have turned wheat into marijuana
Or sugar into cocaine
Or vitamin pills into amphetamines

He walked on the water
And swam on the land
He would tell these stories
And people would listen
He was really cool

If you were blind or lame
You just went to Jesus
And he would put his hands on you
And you would be healed
That’s so cool

He could’ve played guitar better than Hendrix
He could’ve told the future
He could’ve baked the most delicious cake in the world
He could’ve scored more goals than Wayne Gretzky
He could’ve danced better than Barishnikov
Jesus could have been funnier than any comedian you can think of
Jesus was way cool

He told people to eat his body and drink his blood
That’s so cool
Jesus was so cool
But then some people got jealous of how cool he was
So they killed him
But then he rose from the dead
He rose from the dead, danced around
Then went up to heaven
I mean, that’s so cool
Jesus was way cool

No wonder there are so many Christians

Because The Night

Post author:HFM
Post published:December 15, 1997
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Bruce Springsteen/Patti Smith
CD: Easter

Patti Smith - Because The Smith — Patti Smith – Because The Smith

Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They can’t hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

Have I doubt, baby, when I’m alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed ’til the morning comes

Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They can’t hurt you now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning
I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now

Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)

Post author:HFM
Post published:December 15, 1997
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Pete Seeger
CD: If I Had a Hammer: Songs of Hope & Struggle
Words adapted from The Bible, Book of Ecclesiastes

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late

Plastic Jesus

Post author:HFM
Post published:December 15, 1997
Post category:Music
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Ernie Marrs

Plastic Jesus is on:

Plastic Jesus - Cool Hand Luke CD — Plastic Jesus – Cool Hand Luke CD

Dedicated to the Ones We Love by The Blackeyed Susans — Dedicated to the Ones We Love
by The Blackeyed Susans

Flaming Lips - Transmissions From The Satellite Heart — Flaming Lips – Transmissions From The Satellite Heart

I don’t care if it rains of freezes
‘Long as I got my Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car.

Through my trials and tribulations
And my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I’ll go far.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car

I’m afraid He’ll have to go.
His magnets ruin my radio
And if I have a wreck He’ll leave a scar.
Riding down a thoroughfare
With His nose up in the air,
A wreck may be ahead, but He don’t mind.

Trouble coming He don’t see,
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car …

Though the sunshine on His back
Make Him peel, chip and crack,
A little patching keeps Him up to par.
When I’m in a traffic jam
He don’t care if I say "damn"
I can let all my curses roll

Plastic Jesus doesn’t hear
‘Cause he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car …

Once His robe was snowy white,
Now it isn’t quite so bright –
Stained by the smoke of my cigar.
If I weave around at night,
And policemen think I’m tight,
They never find my bottle – though they ask.

Plastic Jesus shelters me,
For His head comes off, you see
He’s hollow, and I use Him for a flask.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,

Riding on the dashboard of my car …
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb –
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar.

[Plastic Jesus has become quite entrenched in the folk tradition, so there are considerably more folk verses than there were original ones. Following are folk additions and emendations, as well as additions from recording artists who have covered this song.]

Well, I don’t care if it rains or freezes,
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car

I could go a hundred miles an hour
Long as I got the Almighty Power
Glued up there with my pair of fuzzy dice
{Refrain – repeat between every verse}
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car

Through all trials and tribulations,
We will travel every nation,
With my plastic Jesus I’ll go far.
I don’t care if it rains or freezes
As long as I’ve got my Plastic Jesus
Glued to the dashboard of my car,

You can buy Him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark, He’s Pink and Pleasant,
Take Him with you when you’re travelling far

I don’t care if it’s dark or scary
Long as I have magnetic Mary
Ridin’ on the dashboard of my car

I feel I’m protected amply
I’ve got the whole damn Holy Family
Riding on the dashboard of my car

You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell

Goin’ ninety, I’m not wary
‘Cause I’ve got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won’t go to Hell

I don’t care what they say, I’m gonna
Keep on prayin’ to that pink madonna
Melted to the dashboard of my car.

I don’t care if it bumps or jostles
Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car

Don’t I have a pious mess
Such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car

No, I don’t care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car

But I think he’ll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we have a wreck he’ll leave a scar

Riding through the thoroughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but he don’t mind

Trouble coming, he don’t see
He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind
{as refrain}

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sun shines on his back
Makes him peel, chip, and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par

When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who’s boss
I never blow my horn or give them warning

I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it’s seldom that they live to see the morning
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car

His halo fits just right
And I use it as a sight
And they’ll scatter or they’ll splatter near and far

When I’m in a traffic jam
He don’t care if I say Damn
I can let all sorts of curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn’t hear
For he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car

Once his robe was snowy white
Now it isn’t quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar

God made Christ a Holy Jew
God made Him a Christian too
Paradoxes populate my car

Joseph beams with a feigned elan
From the shaggy dash of my furlined van
Famous cuckold in the master plan

Naughty Mary, smug and smiling
Jesus dainty and beguiling
Knee-deep in the piling of my van

His message clear by night or day
My phosphorescent plastic Gay
Simpering from the dashboard of my van

You can buy Him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark, He’s Pink and Pleasant,
Take Him with you when you’re travelling far.

You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell.
Goin’ ninety, I’m not wary’
Cause I’ve got my Virgin Mary,
Guaranteeing I won’t go to Hell.

Rain and Snow are not an issue
long as I got my plastic Vishnu
Sittin on the dashboard of my car

When I’m goin’ fornicatin
I got my ceramic Satan
Sinnin’ on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home

The women know I’m on the level
Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil
Ridin’ on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Sneerin’ from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Leering from the dashboard of my van

I don’t care if I’m broke or starvin’
As long as I’ve got a fish named Darwin
Glued to the trunklid of my car

God, I’m feeling so evolved
Drivin’ with my problems solved
Proclaiming what I think of what we are

Riding home one foggy night,
With my honey cuddled tight,
I missed a curve and off the road we veered.

My windshield got smashed-up good,
And my darling graced the hood.
Plastic Jesus, He had disappeared.
{As refrain}
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
No longer chides me with His holy grin.

Doctors in the X-ray room
Found Him in my darling’s womb.
Someday, He’ll be born again!

I don’t care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car

He’s the dude with the rusty nails,
Walks on water, don’t need no sails
Riding on the dashboard of me car

I don’t care if the night is scary
As long as I got the Virgin Mary
Sittin’ on the dashboard of my car.

She don’t slip and she don’t slide
Cuz her ass is magnetized
Sittin’ on the dashboard of my car.

H.R. Pufnstuf Theme Songs Lyrics

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Post published:December 15, 1997
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Sid & Marty Krofft’s Pufnstuff

Opening Lyrics: H.R. Pufnstuf, who’s your friend when things get rough?
H.R. Pufnstuf, can’t do a little, ’cause you can’t do enough

Once upon a summertime
Just a dream from yesterday
A boy and his magic golden flute
Heard a boat from off the bay
"Come and play with me, Jimmy
Come and play with me
And I will take you on a trip
Far across the sea"

But the boat belonged to a kooky old witch
Who had in mind the flute to snitch
From her Vroom Broom in the sky
She watched her plans materialize
She waved her wand
The beautiful boat was gone
The sky grew dark
The sea grew rough
The boat sailed on and on and on and on

But Pufnstuf was watching, too
And knew exactly what to do
He saw the witch’s boat attack
And how the boy was fighting back
He called his Rescue Racer Crew
As often they’d rehearsed
And off to save the boy they flew
But who would get there first?

But now the boy had washed ashore
Puf arrived to save the day
Which made the witch so mad and sore
She shook her fist and screamed away

H.R. Pufnstuf, who’s your friend when things get rough?
H.R. Pufnstuf, can’t do a little, ’cause you can’t do enough

Ending Theme Lyrics: Whoa, I got, you got, everybody do got
Someone who cares by the name of
H.R. Pufnstuf, where’d you go when thing get rough?
H.R. Pufnstuf, well, you can’t do a little ’cause you can’t do enough