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[pope]

Now here's a Johnny Cash hit that's appropriate this morning (written by Chris Cross ):

 

Well I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,

So I had one more for dessert.

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.

Then I washed my face and combed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

 

I'd smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Playin' with a can that he was kicking

Then I walked across the street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken

And it took me back to somethin'

That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

 

Chorus:

On a Sunday morning sidewalk

I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothin' short of dyin'

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk

And Sunday mornin' comin' down.

 

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the songs they were singin'

Then I headed down the street

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'

And it echoed thru the canyon

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

 

Repeat Chorus

[glacier]

"Susanville" The Vandals

 

With 800 pounds on 18 wheels

After 800 miles you know how it feels

To have your rear so numb you gotta poke it

To see if it's still there

Well it's one more load to one more town

Only problem is they're all starting to sound a bit similar

Lord knows they all look the same

So I got some hot coffee in Furnace Creek

But the trouble is I was never neat and I spilled it

And my map and phonebook were a blur

But I had a girl and a job to do

Or was that job and a girl to do?

I don't know - I had to go and my velvet interior was a soggy mess

I think I got a girl named Mary down in Susanville

Waitin' for me to come home and make her my wife

I know I got a load of somethin' goin' to somewhereville

But I can't remember which to save to save my life

With a load to Mr. Johnson in Watsoville

Or is that a load to Mr. Watson in Johnsonville?

Well, anyway, after several days I don't know what or if it mattered

Just a load of placer to Cedarville, or a load of cedar to Placerville

Or a container full of things up to Diamond Springs for an indoor swapmeet

Is that a cargo of hay south to Northfork, Some plastic forks north to Hayfork,

Or a bunch of men's nugget watches straight through to Pixley,

Or Apple Jacks down to Fall River Mills or honor snacks up to Downieville?

Well, the white girls are cute that I've met in Blackbutte,

But I'll stick to the road and finish my beer and coffee

Now I am marrying Jan from Susanville

Or am I suing Jane from Mary'sville?

Cause if I am I better call Ernie my attorney from Burney Falls

Well, all I know is if I recall-

She had the longest legs and she was kinda tall

And prettier than a catfish

With its nose up against the dam

Without a girl and some time to kill I ran some baby food to Gerberville

And took some airplane parts to Wilbur in Oreville

Now that can't be Wright

Well it's one more load one more town

Only problem is they're all startin' to sound a bit similar

Lord knows they all look the same

[chucK]

Sacrifice by Flipper

 

Can you hear the war cry?

It's time to enlist.

The people speak as one.

the cattle, the crowd.

Those too afraid to live

demand a sacrifice.

They demand a sacrifice of your life

 

 

Can you smell their stinking breath.

Listen to them.

Wheezing and gasping and

chanting their slogans.

It's a gravediggers song.

Praising god and state.

So the nation will live.

So the people will remain as cattle.

They demand a sacrifice

They demand a sacrifice of your life

 

Can't you smell the fresh blood,

streaming into the soil.

As our patriots,

fathers, mothers and lovers

admire the military style.

Crying tears of pride

For the sons and lovers

For all the fools slaughtered

For the maimed, the dying

And the dead.

They demand a sacrifice.

They demand a sacrifice of your life.

[bootsy]

She went away for the holidays said she's

Going to L.A. but she never got there

She never got there, she never got there, they say

 

She went away for the holidays said she's

Going to L.A. but she never got there

She never got there, she never got there, they say

 

The KKK took my baby away they took her away

Away from me The KKK took my baby away

They took her away away from me

 

Now I don't know where my baby can be they

Took her away from me They took her away from me

I don't know where my baby can be They took

Her away from mr They took her away from me

 

Ring me, ring me, ring me up the President

And finf out where my baby went

Ring me, ring me, ring me up the FBI and find

Out if baby's alive yeah, yeah, yeah

 

O-o-o-o-o-o O-o-o-o-o-o

She went away for holidays She went away for holidays

 

The KKK took my baby away The KKK took my baby away

They took my girl they took my baby away

[Double_E]

Hark the herald angels sing,

Glory to the newborn thing

Who, because of radiation,

Shall be cared for by the nation.

--author unknown (... 1970s Sat Nite Live perhaps?)