Thursday, June 16, 2005

nite life of buddy don: lil concert

las nite me n miz bd wuz tuck to a john prine concert by her daughter loretta n lorettas boyfrien paddy. twuz a gift loretta give miz bd fer mothers day n finely twuz time to enjoy it.

favert lines:
Have you ever noticed
When you're feeling really good
There's always a pigeon
That'll come shit on your hood

Or you're feeling your freedom
And the world's off your back
Some asshole from Texas
Starts his own war in Iraq
(frum 'Some Humans Ain't Human,' only thems the ackshull lyricks he sung, witch he gut a standin ovayshun whenever he sung em).

then thays thisn:
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
(in the middle of thisn he stopped fer a lil chat whar he splaind how he had dun quit sangin thisn back in the 70s n had im a taxidermist to stuff it n thar twood be ferever ceptn he had a reequest frum mr bush to brang it back out n sang it, witch he add mitted twuznt no die-reck reequest, but that mr bush wuz still astin fer it.)

he sung a passel of songs n kep it up fer nigh onto two hours. ye woodnt thank he could keep a'pickin so hard so long, but he wuz on fire. amung them songs he sung (besides the ones i give lyricks to) wuz:
Ain't Hurtin' Nobody
All The Best
Angel From Montgomery
Dear Abby
Fish And Whistle
Lake Marie
Mexican Home
Other Side of Town
Sam Stone
Way Down
corse, he gut im minny a standin ovayshun n dun 'Paradise' fer his oncore.

mayhap ye lack this feller n mite wonta buy one of his albums, witch heres whar ye wood go find out all bout it.

miz bd has one of the bes daughters ye ever met, witch fack is she dint much keer fer john prines musick whenever she wuz a'growin up, but thangs changes with time. she shore knows how to make her mama happy, witch she n paddy also bought miz bd a lil momento of the concert. ye kin see it in this here pitcher, witch that yeller handle blongs to the fly swatter.

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