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Songs that tell stories?
Im trying to put a list of songs that tell stories, proper stories with a begining a middle and an end, nothing vague, nothing un heard of.
If currently got
The devil went down to georgia, charlie daniels band
Teddy bear, Red Some one
Coward of the county, kenny rogers
Up the juction, squeeze,
You get the picture.
If currently got
The devil went down to georgia, charlie daniels band
Teddy bear, Red Some one
Coward of the county, kenny rogers
Up the juction, squeeze,
You get the picture.
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Glass Spider by David Bowie
Up until one century ago, there lived
In the Zi Duang province of Eastern country
A glass-like spider
Having devoured its prey, it would drape the skeletons over its web
In weeks creating a macabre shrine of remains
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers
Like floors of a building
At the top of this palace-like place
Assembled with almost apparent care, were tiny shining objects
Glass, beads, dew-drops
One could almost call it an altar
When the breeze blew through this construction
It produced sounds of wailing, crying
Tiny wails, tiny cries
The baby spiders would get scared
And search frantically for their mother
But the glass spider would have long gone
Having known that the babies would survive somehow on their own
Oh, the glass spider had blue eyes almost like a human's
They shed tears at the wintered turn of the centuries
Don't you hear this wasted cry?
Life is over you
(Mommy, come back 'cause the water's all gone)
But you've seen who's in Heaven
Is there anyone in Hell?
(Mommy, come back 'cause it's dark now)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Take care, take care
(Mommy, come back 'cause the water's all gone)
Somewhere she glows divine, somewhere she wakes alone
But you, you've promised in your loving eye, God, it's dark now
(Mommy, come back 'cause it's dark now)
Up until one century ago, there lived
In the Zi Duang province of Eastern country
A glass-like spider
Having devoured its prey, it would drape the skeletons over its web
In weeks creating a macabre shrine of remains
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers
Like floors of a building
At the top of this palace-like place
Assembled with almost apparent care, were tiny shining objects
Glass, beads, dew-drops
One could almost call it an altar
When the breeze blew through this construction
It produced sounds of wailing, crying
Tiny wails, tiny cries
The baby spiders would get scared
And search frantically for their mother
But the glass spider would have long gone
Having known that the babies would survive somehow on their own
Oh, the glass spider had blue eyes almost like a human's
They shed tears at the wintered turn of the centuries
Don't you hear this wasted cry?
Life is over you
(Mommy, come back 'cause the water's all gone)
But you've seen who's in Heaven
Is there anyone in Hell?
(Mommy, come back 'cause it's dark now)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Take care, take care
(Mommy, come back 'cause the water's all gone)
Somewhere she glows divine, somewhere she wakes alone
But you, you've promised in your loving eye, God, it's dark now
(Mommy, come back 'cause it's dark now)
Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud by David Bowie
Solemn-faced, the village settles down undetected by the stars
And the hang-man plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep
And the last thing on his mind
Is the wild-eyed boy imprisoned 'neath the covered wooden shaft
Folds the rope into its bag
Blows his pipe of smolders, blankets smoke into the room
And the day will end for some
As the night begins for one
Staring through the message in his eyes lies a solitary son
From the mountain called Freecloud where the eagle dare not fly
And the patience in his sigh
Gives no indication for the townsmen to decide
So the village dreadful yawns
Pronouncing gross diversion as the label for the dog
Oh, it's the madness in his eyes
As he breaks the night to cry
"It's really me
Really you and really me
It's so hard for us to really be
Really you and really me
You'll lose me, though I'm always really free"
And the mountain moved its eyes
To the world of realize
Where the snow had saved a place
For the wild-eyed boy from Freecloud
And the village dreadful cried
As the rope began to rise
For the smile stayed on the face
Of the wide-eyed boy from Freecloud
And the women once proud clutched the heart of the crowd
As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand
And the magic in the stare of the wild-eyed boy said
"Stop, Freecloud, they won't think to cut me down"
Uh
Then the cottages fell like Playing-Card Hell
And the tears on the face of the wise boy
Came trembling down to the rumbling ground
And the missionary mystic of peace-love
Stumbled back to cry among the clouds
Kicking back the pebbles from the Freecloud
Solemn-faced, the village settles down undetected by the stars
And the hang-man plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep
And the last thing on his mind
Is the wild-eyed boy imprisoned 'neath the covered wooden shaft
Folds the rope into its bag
Blows his pipe of smolders, blankets smoke into the room
And the day will end for some
As the night begins for one
Staring through the message in his eyes lies a solitary son
From the mountain called Freecloud where the eagle dare not fly
And the patience in his sigh
Gives no indication for the townsmen to decide
So the village dreadful yawns
Pronouncing gross diversion as the label for the dog
Oh, it's the madness in his eyes
As he breaks the night to cry
"It's really me
Really you and really me
It's so hard for us to really be
Really you and really me
You'll lose me, though I'm always really free"
And the mountain moved its eyes
To the world of realize
Where the snow had saved a place
For the wild-eyed boy from Freecloud
And the village dreadful cried
As the rope began to rise
For the smile stayed on the face
Of the wide-eyed boy from Freecloud
And the women once proud clutched the heart of the crowd
As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand
And the magic in the stare of the wild-eyed boy said
"Stop, Freecloud, they won't think to cut me down"
Uh
Then the cottages fell like Playing-Card Hell
And the tears on the face of the wise boy
Came trembling down to the rumbling ground
And the missionary mystic of peace-love
Stumbled back to cry among the clouds
Kicking back the pebbles from the Freecloud
Here ya go WM..although the video was much worse
When I was a lad
And old shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows wed stray
Just a boy and his dog
We were both full of fun
We grew up together that way
I remember the time at the old swimmin hold
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But old shep was right there
To the rescue he came
He jumped in and then pulled me out
As the years fast did roll
Old shep he grew old
His eyes were fast growing dim
And one day the doctor looked at me and said
I can do no more for him jim
With hands that were trembling
I picked up my gun
And aimed it at sheps faithful head
I just couldnt do it
I wanted to run
I wish they would shoot me instead
He came to my side
And looked up at me
And laid his old head on my knee
I had struck the best friend that a man ever had
I cried so I scarcely could see
Old shep he has gone
Where the good doggies go
And no more with old shep will I roam
But if dogs have a heaven
Theres one thing I know
Old shep has a wonderful home
When I was a lad
And old shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows wed stray
Just a boy and his dog
We were both full of fun
We grew up together that way
I remember the time at the old swimmin hold
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But old shep was right there
To the rescue he came
He jumped in and then pulled me out
As the years fast did roll
Old shep he grew old
His eyes were fast growing dim
And one day the doctor looked at me and said
I can do no more for him jim
With hands that were trembling
I picked up my gun
And aimed it at sheps faithful head
I just couldnt do it
I wanted to run
I wish they would shoot me instead
He came to my side
And looked up at me
And laid his old head on my knee
I had struck the best friend that a man ever had
I cried so I scarcely could see
Old shep he has gone
Where the good doggies go
And no more with old shep will I roam
But if dogs have a heaven
Theres one thing I know
Old shep has a wonderful home
Pretty much anything written by the late, great Shel Silverstein:
Sylvia's Mother - Dr Hook
Marie Laveau - Bobby Bare
A Boy Named Sue - Johnny Cash
Queen Of The Silver Dollar - Dr Hook (or Emmylou Harris if you want the superior version)
The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan - Marianne Faithfull
Both Bobby Bare and Dr Hook (pre-maudlin sickly gushy ballad cack that they started churning out in the mid 70s) recorded a good number of Silverstein songs. Not bad for someone who was perhaps better known as an author of children's books than a songwriter!
Sylvia's Mother - Dr Hook
Marie Laveau - Bobby Bare
A Boy Named Sue - Johnny Cash
Queen Of The Silver Dollar - Dr Hook (or Emmylou Harris if you want the superior version)
The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan - Marianne Faithfull
Both Bobby Bare and Dr Hook (pre-maudlin sickly gushy ballad cack that they started churning out in the mid 70s) recorded a good number of Silverstein songs. Not bad for someone who was perhaps better known as an author of children's books than a songwriter!
It was the 3rd of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day.
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay.
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat.
And mama hollered out the backdoor, "Y'all remember to wipe your feet."
And then she said, "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge.
Today Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge."
Papa said to mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas,
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits please.
There's 5 more acres in the lower 40 I got to plow."
And mama said it was a shame about Billy Joe anyhow.
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge,
and now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge.
And brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billy Joe
put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show.
And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?
"I'll have another piece of apple pie; you know it don't seem right.
I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge
and now you tell me Billy Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge."
And mama said to me, "Child what's happened to your appetite?
I been cookin' all morning and you havent touched a single bite.
That nice young preacher brother Taylor dropped by today,
said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday; oh by the way,
he said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge,
and she and Billy Joe was throwin' something off the Tallahatchee Bridge."
A year's come and gone since we heard the news �bout Billy Joe.
'N brother married Becky Thompson �n� they bought a store in Tupelo.
There was a virus goin' round, papa caught it and he died last spring,
and now mama doesn�t seem to wanna do
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay.
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat.
And mama hollered out the backdoor, "Y'all remember to wipe your feet."
And then she said, "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge.
Today Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge."
Papa said to mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas,
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits please.
There's 5 more acres in the lower 40 I got to plow."
And mama said it was a shame about Billy Joe anyhow.
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge,
and now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge.
And brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billy Joe
put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show.
And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?
"I'll have another piece of apple pie; you know it don't seem right.
I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge
and now you tell me Billy Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge."
And mama said to me, "Child what's happened to your appetite?
I been cookin' all morning and you havent touched a single bite.
That nice young preacher brother Taylor dropped by today,
said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday; oh by the way,
he said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge,
and she and Billy Joe was throwin' something off the Tallahatchee Bridge."
A year's come and gone since we heard the news �bout Billy Joe.
'N brother married Becky Thompson �n� they bought a store in Tupelo.
There was a virus goin' round, papa caught it and he died last spring,
and now mama doesn�t seem to wanna do
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