Jerry Was A Race Car Driver / Shake Hands With Beef 22 June 1997 ~ St. Goarshausen, Germany
Jerry Was a Race Car Driver
Jerry was a race car driver
And he drove so goddamned fast
He never did win no checkered flag
But he never did come in last
Jerry was a race car driver
He'd say "El solo number one"
With a bocephus sticker
On his 442 he'd light 'em up
Just for fun
Captain Pierce was a fireman
Richmond engine #3
I'll be a wealthy man when I get
A dime for all the things that
Man taught to me
Captain Pierce was a strong man
Strong as any man alive
It stuck in his craw that they
Made him retire at the age of 65
Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had too many cold beers one night
And wrapped himself around a telephone pole.
Shake Hands With Beef
There's a time for lies
And a time for truth
I say, eye for an eye
Eye for a tooth
When I roamed young
I'd scavenge around
Every nook and cranny
Of our little town
It's nice, so nice, to be
Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
SHAKE HANDS WITH BEEF
She's so fine
She's so sweet
Mom and Pop they raised her
On huge slabs of meat
She's fine
A man of nine
Water derby day
Twenty six pumps
On a Crossman
And it's time to play
It's nice, so nice, to be
Pull out the cannon boys
Steal us some wine
Puff Tijuana Smalls
SHAKE HANDS WITH BEEF
I was listening to her sing
Deep Red Bells and that's
When I decided to have
Neko Case's Love Baby
Neko's red hair flowing and
Her voice truly soaring
The idea it did strike me
And there's no ifs, ands or maybes
I'd be the Daddy and
Also the Mommy Daddy
I figure it's the
Least I could do
So I'll raise Prank Junior
What with her working and all
So that's when I started to
Emailing Neko directly daily
To plan our joyous union
It seemed my loving communications
Where not received as
Per my true intentions
My dreams finally were dashed
When the email came today
Sadly informing me that dear Neko passed
Done in by a case of rabies
But I have not given up
For there is still hope
Just one swab of DNA and
I can still carry Neko Case's Babies
Deep Red Bells Written and performed by Neko Case and Band
He led you to this hiding place
His lightening threats spun silver tongues
The red bells beckon you to ride
A handprint on the driver's side
It looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small
And Popsicles in the summer
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
It always has to come this
Red bells ring this tragic gun
Lost sight of the overpass
The daylight won't remember her
When speckled fronds raise round your bones
Who took the time to fold your clothes
Who shook the Valley of the Shadow
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
Where does this mean world cast its cold eye
Who's left to suffer long about you
Does your soul cast about like an old paper bag
Past empty lots and early graves
Those like you who lost their way
Murdered on the interstate
While the red bells rang like thunder
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
Deep red bells, deep as I've been done
My Monday Mantra -- A Celebration of Lyman and Vernetta Edition
Lyman frequently exacerbates
Answers a question with a question
Often he gets punched in the face
Given Lyman's talent for consternation
Vernetta constantly aggravates
A knack for eternal irritation
Well she knows the scent of mace
Common to Vernetta's life of confrontation
Lyman knows how to exasperate
Vernetta is quite willing to perturb
But right now all they do is fornicate
Until they produce their annoying cherub
The day they met on that Internet
They knew just what they had to do
So they danced a horizontal pirouette
With hopes demon spawn would soon debut
Could it be we grow to appreciate
Lyman and Vernetta's attempt to conceive
Maybe all that energy given to procreate
Wipes out their propensity to deceive
A match made it seems at Satan's Gate
Let's go ahead and blame the 'Net
We live in times both scary and great
Whatever happens we deserve all that we get
Hey Hey My My (Out Of the Blue) ~ Neil Young & Crazy Horse
13 June 2003 ~ Manchester, Tennessee
words and music by Neil Young
My my, hey hey
Rock and roll is here to stay
It's better to burn out
Than to fade away
My my, hey hey
Out of the blue and into the black
They give you this, but you pay for that
And once you're gone, you can never come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
This is the story of a Johnny Rotten
It's better to burn out than it is to rust
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye
Hey hey, my my
The Clash ~ Capitol Radio > Janie Jones > What's My Name > Garageland Live October 1977
Capitol Radio
Strummer and Jones
Yes, it's time for the Dr. Goebbels show!
There's a tower in the heart of London
With a radio station right at the top
They don't make the city beat
They're making all the action stop
A long time ago there were Pirates
Beaming waves from the Sea
But now all the stations are silenced
'Cos they ain't got a government license
Wanna tell your problems
Phone in from your bedsit room
Having trouble with your partner
Let us all in on the news
If you wanna hear a record
Get the word from Aiden Day
He picks all the hits to play
To keep you in your place all day
Capitol radio
In tune with nothing
Don't touch that dial
Janie Jones Strummer and Jones
He's in love with rock 'n' roll woaahh
He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh
He's in love with Janie Jones
But he don't like his boring job, no...
An' he knows what he's got to do
So he knows he's gonna have fun with you
You lucky lady!
An' he knows when the evening comes
When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you
An' in the in-tray lots of work
But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks
But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina
That just won't run without fuel
Fill her up, Jacko!
An' the invoice it don't quite fit,
There's no payola in his alphabetical file
This time he's gonna really tell the boss
Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
It's pretty bad!
Let them know - how you feel
What's My Name Strummer, Jone and Levene
What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm not who I want to be
I tried spot cream an' I tried it all
I'm crawling up the wall!
What's my name naaaame...naaaame....naaaame....
I tried to join a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up!
I got nicked, fighting in the road an' the judge didn't even know
What's my name
Dad got pissed so I got clocked
Couldn't hear the Tannoy so he lost the lot
Offers Mum a bribe through the letter box
Drives you fucking mad
What's my name
Now I'm round the back of your house at night
Peeping in the window - are you sleeping tight?
I laugh at your locks with my celluloid strip
An' you won't know who came
What's my name
Garageland
Strummer and Jones
Back in the garage with my bullshit detector
Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective
People ringing up making offers for my life
But I just wanna stay in the garage all night
We're a garage band
We come from Garageland
Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bummin' slummin' friends have all got new boots
An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits
I don't wanna hear about what the rich are doing
I don't wanna go to where the rich are going
They think they're so clever, they think they're so right
But the truth is only known by guttersnipes
There's twenty-two singers!
But one microphone
Back in the garage
There's five guitar players!
But one guitar
Back in the garage
Complaints! Complaints! Wot an old bag
Back in the garage
All night
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