riding my bike, picking up change
THE TIMBER-BEASTS LAMENT... I'm on the boat for the camp With a sick and aching head; I've blowed another winter's stake, And got the jims instead.... It seems I'll never learn the truth That's written plain as day, it's the only time they welcome you is when you make it pay.... And it's "blanket-stiff" and "jungle-hound," And "pitch him out the door," But it's "Howdy, Jack, old-timer," When you've got the price for more. .. Oh, tonight the boat is rocky, And I ain't got a bunk, Not a rare of cheering likker, just a turkey full of junk.... All I call my life's possessions, Is just what I carry ..round, For I've blowed the rest on skid-roads, Of a hundred gyppo towns... And it's "lumberjack" and "timber-beast," And "Give these bums a ride," But it's "Have one on the house, old boy," If you're stepping with the tide.... And the chokers will be heavy, Just as heavy, just as cold, When the hooker gives the high-ball, And we start to dig for gold... And I'll cuss the siren skid-road, With its blatant, drunken tune, But then, of course, I'll up and make Another trip next June....
Utah Phillips: Tegan & Sara: Hey, Death! Yeah?: Elton John: Queen: The J-popcorn Band: The Rocking Horse Winner: Dag Nasty: The Faint: El Guapo: Black Eyes: Books Lie
blazing saddeles
THE NPR BLUES: I turned on my radio… spun the dial Thought I'd listen to some news for a while I grabbed the knob, spun it around, Got NPR… here's what I found…Real news? Hardly a trace Just one damn marathon market place The Nasdaq's up, the Dow's in the cellar And NPR sold out to Rockefeller...Hostile take over… Real hostile....Well I hear about all the anti trust And all the day traders who bit the dust Mergers, buyouts and acquisitions Low down crooks in high positions...Wheelers, dealers, and CEO's Fired and paid off through the nose Buying yachts and fancy homes With the bail out money from the savings and loans...And I get pissed… Off that is....It's dot com this and dot com that The underwriters are getting fat On airwaves stole from you and me By a bunch of thieves called the FCC...They don't give a damn what we want and need They've all caved in to corporate greed And sold us out to the ruling class Well the whole damn bunch can kiss my… …Dot Com!...This is a family show folks The FCC says watch your language English What's yours?...I got tired of being treated like a veg So I called up the station and canceled my pledge In a mighty act of liberation Sent the money off to my community station...I said "I love you"...But if you blow it I'll sure as hell let you know it I'll knock the radio off the shelf Buy a transmitter and do it myself...Whitebeard the Pirate...This is radio station H O B O Broadcasting on a vagrancy of 60 to 90 days Signing off For now.......
watership down & 1984
Oh get a job you lazy hobo 'stead of drifting all the time A'can't you hear the factory whistles Unemployment is a crimeYou'd better think about tomorrow Get a job and make some dough A'soon you'll have a TV dinner In a nice warm bungalowAlthough your mop is torn and ragged And the water's cold and gray There's a stack of greasy dishes Needs attention right awayI hope the bull cook gives you trouble And rides your ass until you're dead So you can get a job in heaven Swamping out the angel's headSo get a job you lazy hobo 'stead of drifting all the time A'can't you hear the factory whistles Unemployment is a crime