You ain't got
no kind of
feeling
inside
I got something that'll
sho nuff set yo'
stuff on
fire
You refuse
to put anything before your
pride
What I
got
will
knock
all your
pride
aside
...
Got no time
is what
you're known to
say
I'll make you wish
there was 48 hours
to each
day
Your problem is
you ain't
been loved
like you should
What I got
to give
will sho nuff do you good
...
You ain't got no
kind of feeling
inside
I got something that'll
sho nuff set yo' stuff on
fire
You refuse to put
anything
before your pride
What I got
will knock
all
your pride aside
I can see her lying back
in her satin dress
In a room where you do
what you don't confess
...
She's been looking like a queen
in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say
what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feeling better
when I'm feeling no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feeling better
when I'm feeling no pain
I can picture every move
that a man could make
Getting lost in her loving
is your first mistake
...
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winning
when I'm losing again
I can see her looking fast
in her faded jeans
She's a hard loving woman,
got me feeling mean
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feeling better
when I'm feeling no pain
...
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winning
when I'm losing again
My friends
feel it's their appointed duty
They keep trying to tell me
All you want to do is use me
But my answer, yeah
to all that use me stuff
I want to spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
You just keep on using me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
My brother
sit me right down and he talked to me
And he told me
that I ought not to let you just walk on me
And I'm sure he meant well
Yeah, but when our talk was through
I said, brother,
if you only knew
You'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep on using me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Sometimes,
it's true
You really do abuse me
You get me in a crowd of high-class people
And then you act real rude to me
But, oh baby,
baby,
baby,
baby,
When you love me,
I can't get enough
I want to spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
Girl, you just keep on using me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
Talkin' 'bout you usin' people
It all depends on what you do
It ain't too bad the way you're usin' me
'Cause I sure am usin' you
to do the things you do'
to do the things you do
https://youtu.be/HTxUrDtoPP0Hard to come after Patti. — Olivier5
Born with the moon in Cancer
Choose her a name she will answer to
Call her green and the winters cannot fade her
Call her green for the children who've made her
Little green, be a gypsy dancer
He went to California
Hearing that everything's warmer there
So you write him a letter and say, "Her eyes are blue"
He sends you a poem and she's lost to you
Little green, he's a non-conformer
Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow
Child with a child pretending
Weary of lies you are sending home
So you sign all the papers in the family name
You're sad and you're sorry but you're not ashamed
Little green, have a happy ending
Just a little green
Like the color when the spring is born
There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow
Just a little green
Like the nights when the Northern lights perform
There'll be icicles and birthday clothes
And sometimes there'll be sorrow
Yeah, that's not bad either :wink:I've only ever listened to Ray Charles' version. — 180 Proof
[emphases added]When I got out of high school I went to Marietta, Georgia, I had a sister living there. I went down there to get a job and I was playing guitar too at the house and stuff. I drove a dump truck for the highway department and when it would rain you didn't have to go to work. You could stay home and play your guitar and hangout all night. So those thoughts came back to me when I moved on to Texas about three months later. I heard "Ode to Billie Joe" on the radio and I thought, man, how real, because I am Billie Joe, I know that life. I've been in the cotton fields.
So I thought if I ever tried to write, I'm going to write about something I know about. At that time I was doing a lot of Elvis and John Lee Hooker onstage with my drummer. No original songs and I hadn't really thought about it. But after I heard Bobbie Gentry I sat down and thought ...
well I know about Polk because I had ate a bunch of it and I knew about rainy nights because I spent a lot of rainy nights in Marietta, Georgia. So I was real lucky with my first tries to write something that was not only real and hit pretty close to the bone, but lasted that long. So it was kind of a guide for me then on through life to always try to write what I know about.[2] — wiki
Yeah, after a year of quarantine, police killings, political drama, mass shooting and now 'new jim crow' voter suppression, I'm feeling mentally as well as existentially dispossessed here in Atlanta. Everyday feels like an out-of-body experience of longing to be on the other side of the Cascades starting over (again). It won't be paradise, of course, just the ample breathing space of the Pacific Northwest coastline. Here's something on this blue monday of how my days have felt lately (for too long) ...:sad:
There has to be a song there somewhere... — Amity
Yeah! Oh, yeah! Now!
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow, too;
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow, too. Yeah!
I'm saying: talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
talkin' blues (talkin' blues);
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
Your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Yeah, I've been down on the rock for so long,
I seem to wear a permanent screw;
I've been down on the rock for so long,
I seem to wear a permanent screw.
But-a I - I'm gonna
stare
in the sun,
Let the rays
shine
in my eyes.
I - I'm a gonna take
a just-a one step more
'Cause I feel like bombin' a church -
Now - now that you know
that the preacher is lyin'.
So who's gonna stay at home
When - when the freedom fighters
are fighting?
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes, woe-oh-oh-oh!
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
keep on talkin' blues (talkin' blues);
They say - you hear what they say -
Didn't you hear?
Cold ground was my bed,
Rockstone
rockstone
rockstone was my pillow;
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night),
And rock was my pillow, too.
Sayin': (talkin' blues, talkin' blues):
I seem to wear a permanent (screw)
permanent screw
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
Feet is just too big for your shoes.
I'm feeling mentally as well as existentially dispossessed here in Atlanta. Everyday feels like an out-of-body experience of longing to be on the other side of the Cascades starting over (again) — 180 Proof
I - I'm a gonna take
a just-a one step more
'Cause I feel like bombin' a church -
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