OT: The Music Thread: Part XI

[Raleighfern]

I don't begrudge ZZ Top deciding to chase a buck and going toward the commercialized overproduced, MTV genre that almost killed Rock N Roll in the 80s. I'm glad that they finally got the widespread recognition they deserved, even if it was partially because of women shaking their asses on a video with a badass car....

But for me, it was a tough pill to swallow. Me and my buddies wore the grooves out of this record...Yeah it had Waiting for the Bus/JJLC, and La Grange on it. But here's a few more that didn't get airplay...

wore the grooves out indeed. a great record

 

[RoccoF14]

wore the grooves out indeed. a great record

We wore out Deguello too...

I spent most of high school and college in Texas and those 2 records had a lot of heated debate amongst my friends over which one was better... Deguello had Manic Mechanic on it, which in my opinion, is the worst song ZZ Top ever made, so I was firmly on the Tres Hombres side of the debate....but damn, Fool For Your Stockings is just SO good. I saw Stevie Ray do a cover of that once and it blew my mind....

 

[GordonHowe]

We wore out Deguello too...

I spent most of high school and college in Texas and those 2 records had a lot of heated debate amongst my friends over which one was better... Deguello had Manic Mechanic on it, which in my opinion, is the worst song ZZ Top ever made, so I was firmly on the Tres Hombres side of the debate....but damn, Fool For Your Stockings is just SO good. I saw Stevie Ray do a cover of that once and it blew my mind....

Tres Hombres after school in my native MI.

Yes, a lot of MTV was crap, but I loved it just the same.

By then I was at Emerson,



I was crestfallen to hear "Never Mind the Bollocks" eminating from a frat house whilst making my way down Beacon Street (that's where the dorms were then).

 

[GordonHowe]

Brantley Gilbert
The Worst Country Song Of All Time


My Baby's Guns N' Roses


Out Here

And Paisley doesn't even drink,

 

[RoccoF14]

Tres Hombres after school in my native MI.

Yes, a lot of MTV was crap, but I loved it just the same.

By then I was at Emerson,



I was crestfallen to hear "Never Mind the Bollocks" eminating from a frat house whilst making my way down Beacon Street (that's where the dorms were then).

Here's a little nugget for Replacements fans.......A bonus track from their Deluxe Edition of Let it Be that didn't make the original release. No Idea why. I think its one of their better songs. Classic Mats, at their finest.



And a Bonus Track from Tim as well.....You're Welcome.

 

[GordonHowe]

Here's a little nugget for Replacements fans.......A bonus track from their Deluxe Edition of Let it Be that didn't make the original release. No Idea why. I think its one of their better songs. Classic Mats, at their finest.



And a Bonus Track from Tim as well.....You're Welcome.

Thank you, sir.

I shall listen with alacrity.

 

[aguineapig72]

Does the Captain #63 have a say?



Soldier of Fortune for a Stanley Cup



Then come back home this summer

"When I leave now don't you weep for me
I'll be back, just save a seat for me"

 

[GordonHowe]

Does the Captain #63 have a say?



Soldier of Fortune for a Stanley Cup



Then come back home this summer

"When I leave now don't you weep for me
I'll be back, just save a seat for me"

It's amazing that once upon a time Steve Earl was handsome.

Nowadays, ah,

 

[GordonHowe]

Here's a little nugget for Replacements fans.......A bonus track from their Deluxe Edition of Let it Be that didn't make the original release. No Idea why. I think its one of their better songs. Classic Mats, at their finest.



And a Bonus Track from Tim as well.....You're Welcome.

Like the "Tim" track.

Thank you.











"Of which, more later,"

 

[JAD]

Jason Aldean
Wheels Rollin'


Some Things You Don't Forget


Midnight And Missing You

 

[Orr Fourever]

 

[Acie]

 

[Raleighfern]

oh now you are talking..or posting lol. LOVE the grey boy allstars and was lucky to see them a ton back in the 90's. karl denson still tours with a great band my son and i saw last summer. medeski is another great band that i only saw once, if you have interest check out some medeski with john scofield, great stuff.

 

[Blowfish]

Brantley Gilbert
The Worst Country Song Of All Time

And here is the Best cowboy song of all time .

 

[Acie]

oh now you are talking..or posting lol. LOVE the grey boy allstars and was lucky to see them a ton back in the 90's. karl denson still tours with a great band my son and i saw last summer. medeski is another great band that i only saw once, if you have interest check out some medeski with john scofield, great stuff.

That's amazing! I really should make an effort to see them.

I've heard a few songs here and there with Scofield, but will definitely do a deep dive!

 

[Dennis Bonvie]

 

[Ladyfan]

 

[GordonHowe]

Lettuce pray,

 

[GordonHowe]

Here are some cheery bits from Bobby D.

(Bringing It All Back Home, released March,1965)

Happy Tuesday, America,

1. It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

2. Song by​

   Bob Dylan
   Darkness at the break of noon
   Shadows even the silver spoon
   The handmade blade, the child's balloon
   Eclipses both the sun and moon
   To understand you know too soon
   There is no sense in trying
   Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
   Suicide remarks are torn
   From the fool's gold mouthpiece
   The hollow horn plays wasted words
   Proves to warn that he not busy being born
   Is busy dying
   Temptation's page flies out the door
   You follow, find yourself at war
   Watch waterfalls of pity roar
   You feel to moan but unlike before
   You discover that you'd just be, one more person crying
   So don't fear, if you hear
   A foreign sound to your ear
   It's alright, ma, I'm only sighing
   As some warn victory, some downfall
   Private reasons, great or small
   Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
   To make all that should be killed to crawl
   While, others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred
   Disillusioned words like bullets bark
   As human gods aim for their mark
   Can make everything from toy guns that spark
   To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
   It's easy to see without looking too far
   Their not much is really sacred
   While, preachers preach of evil fates
   Teachers teach that knowledge waits
   Can lead to 100 dollar plates
   Goodness hides behind its gates
   But even the president of the United States
   Sometimes must have to stand naked
   And all the rules of the road have been lodged
   It's only people's games that you got to dodge
   And it's alright, ma, I can make it
   Advertising signs that con you, into thinking you're the one
   That can do what's never been done
   That can win what's never been won
   Meantime life outside goes on all around you
   You lose yourself, you reappear
   You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
   Alone you stand with nobody near
   When a trembling distant voice, unclear
   Startles your sleeping ears to hear
   That somebody thinks they really found you
   A question in your nerves is lit
   Yet you know there is no answer fit
   To satisfy ensure you not to quit
   To keep it in your mind and not forget
   That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to
   Although the masters, make the rules
   For the wise men and the fools
   I got nothing ma, to live up to
   For them that must obey authority
   That they do not respect in any degree
   Who despise their jobs, their destinies
   Speak jealousy of them that are free
   Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in
   While some on principles baptized
   To strict party platform ties
   Social clubs in drag disguise
   Outsiders they can freely criticize
   Tell nothing except who to idolize
   And say God bless him
   While one who sings with his tongue on fire
   Gargles in the rat race choir
   Bent out of shape from society's pliers
   Cares not to come up any higher
   But rather get you down in the hole that he's in
   But I mean no harm, nor put fault
   On anyone that lives in a vault
   But it's alright ma, if I can't please him
   Old lady judges watch people in pairs
   Limited in sex, they dare
   To push fake morals, insult and stare
   While, money doesn't talk, it swears
   Obscenity, who really cares
   Propaganda, all is phony
   While, them that defend what they cannot see
   With a killer's pride, security
   It blows the minds most bitterly
   For them that think death's honesty
   Won't fall upon them naturally
   Life sometimes must get lonely
   My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
   False gods, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough
   Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
   Kick my legs to crash it off
   Say, "Okay, I have had enough
   What else can you show me?"
   And if my thought-dreams could be seen
   They'd probably put my head, in a guillotine
   But it's alright, ma, it's life and life only
   
   
   
   
3. 
   
   
   

4. Gates of Eden​

   Song by​

   Bob Dylan
   Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull, it glides
   Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides
   With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black
   All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
   The lamppost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached
   To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge
   All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow
   No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
   The savage soldier just sticks his head in sand and then complains
   Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf, but still remains
   Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails
   Heading for the Gates of Eden
   With a time-rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his lamp
   Sits with Utopian hermit monks, sidesaddle on the Golden Calf
   And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh
   All except inside the Gates of Eden
   Relationships of ownership, they whisper in the wings
   To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings
   And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings
   There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
   The motorcycle black Madonna, two-wheeled gypsy queen
   And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream
   As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick upon his bread crumb sins
   And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
   The kingdoms of experience, in a precious winds they rot
   While paupers change possessions
   Each one wishing for what the other has got
   And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what is not
   It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
   The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine
   As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign
   Leaving men wholly
   Totally free to do anything they wish to do but die
   And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
   At dawn, my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams
   With no attempts to shovel the
   Glimpse into the ditch of what each one means
   At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true
   And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
   
   
   
5. "Bob Dylan's 115th Dream"
   
   
6. 
   
   
   
7. I was riding on the Mayflower
   When I thought I spied some land
   Start again
   Wait a minute now man
   Okay, take 2
   I was riding on the Mayflower
   When I thought I spied some land
   I yelled for Captain Arab, I have you understand
   Who came a-running to the deck
   Said, "Boys, forget the whale
   Where goin' over yonder, cut the engines, change the sails"
   "Haul on the bowline", we sang that melody
   Like all tough sailors do
   When they are far away at sea
   "I think I'll call it America"
   I said as we hit land
   I took a deep breath
   I fell down, I could not stand
   Captain Arab, he started writing up some deeds
   He said, "Let's set up a fort
   And start buyin' the place with beads"
   Just then this cop comes down the street
   Crazy as a loon
   He throws us all in jail, for carryin' harpoons
   Ah, me I busted out, don't even ask me how
   I went to get some help
   I walked by a Guernsey cow
   Who directed me down, to the Bowery slums
   Where people carried signs around, sayin', "Ban the bums"
   I jumped right into line, sayin'
   "I hope that I'm not late"
   When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight
   I went into a restaurant lookin' for the cook
   I told them I was the editor
   Of a famous etiquette book
   The waitress, he was handsome
   he wore a powder-blue cape
   I ordered some suzette
   I said, "Could you please make that crepe"
   Just then the whole kitchen, exploded from boilin' fat
   Food was flyin' everywhere, I left without my hat
   Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
   but I went into a bank
   To get some bail for Arab
   and all the boys back in the tank
   They asked me for some collateral
   and I pulled down my pants
   They threw me in the alley
   when up comes this girl from France
   Who invited me to her house
   I went, but she had a friend
   Who knocked me out and robbed my boots
   and I was on the street again
   Well, I rapped upon a house
   with the U.S. flag upon display
   I said, "Could you help me out?
   I got some friends down the way"
   The man says, "Get out of here
   I'll tear you limb from limb"
   I said, "You know, they refused Jesus, too"
   he said, "You're not Him"
   "Get out of here before I break your bones
   I ain't your pop"
   I decided to have him arrested
   And I went looking for a cop
   I ran right outside, I hopped inside a cab
   I went out the other door, this Englishman said, "Fab"
   As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
   and a chariot that stood
   Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood
   I ran right through the front door
   like a hobo sailor does
   But it was just a funeral parlor
   and the man asked me who I was
   I repeated that my friends were all in jail
   with a sigh
   He gave me his card, he said
   "Call me if they die"
   I shook his hand and said, "Goodbye"
   ran out to the street
   When a bowling ball came down the road
   and knocked me off my feet
   A pay phone was ringing
   and it just about blew my mind
   When I picked it up and said, "Hello"
   this foot came through the line
   Well, by this time I was fed up
   at tryin' to make a stab
   At bringin' back any help
   for my friends and Captain Arab
   I decided to flip a coin
   like either heads or tails
   Would let me know, if I should go
   Back to ship or back to jail
   So I, hocked my sailor suit
   and I got a coin to flip
   It came up tails, it rhymed with sails
   so I made it back to the ship
   Well, I got back
   and took the parkin' ticket off the mast
   I was ripping it to shreds
   when this Coast Guard boat went past
   They asked me my name, and I said, "Captain Kidd"
   They believed, me but they wanted to know
   what exactly that I did
   I said, for the Pope, of Eruke I was employed
   They let me go right away, they were very paranoid
   Well, the last I heard of Arab
   He was, stuck on a whale
   That was married to the deputy, sheriff of the jail
   But the funniest thing was
   when I was leavin' the bay
   I saw three ships a-sailin'
   they were all heading my way
   I asked the captain what his name was
   And how come he didn't drive a truck
   He said his name was Columbus
   I just said, "Good luck"

 

[Dennis Bonvie]

Here are some cheery bits from Bobby D.

(Bringing It All Back Home, released March,1965)

Happy Tuesday, America,

1. It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

2. Song by​

   Bob Dylan
   Darkness at the break of noon
   Shadows even the silver spoon
   The handmade blade, the child's balloon
   Eclipses both the sun and moon
   To understand you know too soon
   There is no sense in trying
   Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
   Suicide remarks are torn
   From the fool's gold mouthpiece
   The hollow horn plays wasted words
   Proves to warn that he not busy being born
   Is busy dying
   Temptation's page flies out the door
   You follow, find yourself at war
   Watch waterfalls of pity roar
   You feel to moan but unlike before
   You discover that you'd just be, one more person crying
   So don't fear, if you hear
   A foreign sound to your ear
   It's alright, ma, I'm only sighing
   As some warn victory, some downfall
   Private reasons, great or small
   Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
   To make all that should be killed to crawl
   While, others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred
   Disillusioned words like bullets bark
   As human gods aim for their mark
   Can make everything from toy guns that spark
   To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
   It's easy to see without looking too far
   Their not much is really sacred
   While, preachers preach of evil fates
   Teachers teach that knowledge waits
   Can lead to 100 dollar plates
   Goodness hides behind its gates
   But even the president of the United States
   Sometimes must have to stand naked
   And all the rules of the road have been lodged
   It's only people's games that you got to dodge
   And it's alright, ma, I can make it
   Advertising signs that con you, into thinking you're the one
   That can do what's never been done
   That can win what's never been won
   Meantime life outside goes on all around you
   You lose yourself, you reappear
   You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
   Alone you stand with nobody near
   When a trembling distant voice, unclear
   Startles your sleeping ears to hear
   That somebody thinks they really found you
   A question in your nerves is lit
   Yet you know there is no answer fit
   To satisfy ensure you not to quit
   To keep it in your mind and not forget
   That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to
   Although the masters, make the rules
   For the wise men and the fools
   I got nothing ma, to live up to
   For them that must obey authority
   That they do not respect in any degree
   Who despise their jobs, their destinies
   Speak jealousy of them that are free
   Do what they do just to be nothing more than something they invest in
   While some on principles baptized
   To strict party platform ties
   Social clubs in drag disguise
   Outsiders they can freely criticize
   Tell nothing except who to idolize
   And say God bless him
   While one who sings with his tongue on fire
   Gargles in the rat race choir
   Bent out of shape from society's pliers
   Cares not to come up any higher
   But rather get you down in the hole that he's in
   But I mean no harm, nor put fault
   On anyone that lives in a vault
   But it's alright ma, if I can't please him
   Old lady judges watch people in pairs
   Limited in sex, they dare
   To push fake morals, insult and stare
   While, money doesn't talk, it swears
   Obscenity, who really cares
   Propaganda, all is phony
   While, them that defend what they cannot see
   With a killer's pride, security
   It blows the minds most bitterly
   For them that think death's honesty
   Won't fall upon them naturally
   Life sometimes must get lonely
   My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
   False gods, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough
   Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
   Kick my legs to crash it off
   Say, "Okay, I have had enough
   What else can you show me?"
   And if my thought-dreams could be seen
   They'd probably put my head, in a guillotine
   But it's alright, ma, it's life and life only
   
   
   
   
3. 
   
   
   

4. Gates of Eden​

   Song by​

   Bob Dylan
   Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull, it glides
   Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides
   With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black
   All except when 'neath the trees of Eden
   The lamppost stands with folded arms, its iron claws attached
   To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail, though it shadows metal badge
   All and all can only fall with a crashing but meaningless blow
   No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden
   The savage soldier just sticks his head in sand and then complains
   Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf, but still remains
   Upon the beach where hound dogs bay at ships with tattooed sails
   Heading for the Gates of Eden
   With a time-rusted compass blade, Aladdin and his lamp
   Sits with Utopian hermit monks, sidesaddle on the Golden Calf
   And on their promises of paradise you will not hear a laugh
   All except inside the Gates of Eden
   Relationships of ownership, they whisper in the wings
   To those condemned to act accordingly and wait for succeeding kings
   And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings
   There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden
   The motorcycle black Madonna, two-wheeled gypsy queen
   And her silver-studded phantom cause the gray flannel dwarf to scream
   As he weeps to wicked birds of prey who pick upon his bread crumb sins
   And there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
   The kingdoms of experience, in a precious winds they rot
   While paupers change possessions
   Each one wishing for what the other has got
   And the princess and the prince discuss what's real and what is not
   It doesn't matter inside the Gates of Eden
   The foreign sun, it squints upon a bed that is never mine
   As friends and other strangers from their fates try to resign
   Leaving men wholly
   Totally free to do anything they wish to do but die
   And there are no trials inside the Gates of Eden
   At dawn, my lover comes to me and tells me of her dreams
   With no attempts to shovel the
   Glimpse into the ditch of what each one means
   At times I think there are no words but these to tell what's true
   And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden
   
   
   
5. "Bob Dylan's 115th Dream"
   
6. 
   
   
   
7. I was riding on the Mayflower
   When I thought I spied some land
   Start again
   Wait a minute now man
   Okay, take 2
   I was riding on the Mayflower
   When I thought I spied some land
   I yelled for Captain Arab, I have you understand
   Who came a-running to the deck
   Said, "Boys, forget the whale
   Where goin' over yonder, cut the engines, change the sails"
   "Haul on the bowline", we sang that melody
   Like all tough sailors do
   When they are far away at sea
   "I think I'll call it America"
   I said as we hit land
   I took a deep breath
   I fell down, I could not stand
   Captain Arab, he started writing up some deeds
   He said, "Let's set up a fort
   And start buyin' the place with beads"
   Just then this cop comes down the street
   Crazy as a loon
   He throws us all in jail, for carryin' harpoons
   Ah, me I busted out, don't even ask me how
   I went to get some help
   I walked by a Guernsey cow
   Who directed me down, to the Bowery slums
   Where people carried signs around, sayin', "Ban the bums"
   I jumped right into line, sayin'
   "I hope that I'm not late"
   When I realized I hadn't eaten for five days straight
   I went into a restaurant lookin' for the cook
   I told them I was the editor
   Of a famous etiquette book
   The waitress, he was handsome
   he wore a powder-blue cape
   I ordered some suzette
   I said, "Could you please make that crepe"
   Just then the whole kitchen, exploded from boilin' fat
   Food was flyin' everywhere, I left without my hat
   Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
   but I went into a bank
   To get some bail for Arab
   and all the boys back in the tank
   They asked me for some collateral
   and I pulled down my pants
   They threw me in the alley
   when up comes this girl from France
   Who invited me to her house
   I went, but she had a friend
   Who knocked me out and robbed my boots
   and I was on the street again
   Well, I rapped upon a house
   with the U.S. flag upon display
   I said, "Could you help me out?
   I got some friends down the way"
   The man says, "Get out of here
   I'll tear you limb from limb"
   I said, "You know, they refused Jesus, too"
   he said, "You're not Him"
   "Get out of here before I break your bones
   I ain't your pop"
   I decided to have him arrested
   And I went looking for a cop
   I ran right outside, I hopped inside a cab
   I went out the other door, this Englishman said, "Fab"
   As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
   and a chariot that stood
   Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood
   I ran right through the front door
   like a hobo sailor does
   But it was just a funeral parlor
   and the man asked me who I was
   I repeated that my friends were all in jail
   with a sigh
   He gave me his card, he said
   "Call me if they die"
   I shook his hand and said, "Goodbye"
   ran out to the street
   When a bowling ball came down the road
   and knocked me off my feet
   A pay phone was ringing
   and it just about blew my mind
   When I picked it up and said, "Hello"
   this foot came through the line
   Well, by this time I was fed up
   at tryin' to make a stab
   At bringin' back any help
   for my friends and Captain Arab
   I decided to flip a coin
   like either heads or tails
   Would let me know, if I should go
   Back to ship or back to jail
   So I, hocked my sailor suit
   and I got a coin to flip
   It came up tails, it rhymed with sails
   so I made it back to the ship
   Well, I got back
   and took the parkin' ticket off the mast
   I was ripping it to shreds
   when this Coast Guard boat went past
   They asked me my name, and I said, "Captain Kidd"
   They believed, me but they wanted to know
   what exactly that I did
   I said, for the Pope, of Eruke I was employed
   They let me go right away, they were very paranoid
   Well, the last I heard of Arab
   He was, stuck on a whale
   That was married to the deputy, sheriff of the jail
   But the funniest thing was
   when I was leavin' the bay
   I saw three ships a-sailin'
   they were all heading my way
   I asked the captain what his name was
   And how come he didn't drive a truck
   He said his name was Columbus
   I just said, "Good luck"

My favorite line of all time:

"Money doesn't talk, it swears."