songs of buddy don: Heartbroken in Hoboken

heres a nuther song me n miz bd writ but never gut round to reecordin. ackshly, we dun a take of the piano part in G but turnt out to be a lil too low fer me to sang so i putt it into A but still dint have it rite on a counta not leavin inny time to breath twixt the two parts of the versus. so twuz re-writ agin but even tho i play it now n agin, we aint reecorded it rite.

as ye kin see, tiz a lil on the long side n has lots of differnt parts. tiz a verr fun song in a ragtime style.

thang is, i been dreamin a lot bout this song on a counta thays a feller at wurk thats been goin thru a ruff 'partin of the ways' with his long time gurlfrien n tho this song dont eggzackly fit his circumstantses, it cums purt near.

Heartbroken in Hoboken

If it had been a snake, it would have bit me
If it had been a bee, I’d have been stung
A baseball bat would have hit me
For a Grand Slam Home Run

But it was a look in her eyes
It was a sadness in her sighs
I didn’t catch it
Now I am wretched

Heartbroken in Hoboken
She said something inside was choking
But when she laughed, I thought she was joking
Though I really did care

Heartbroken in Hoboken
Them harsh word have done been spoken
Them sad feelings done been awoken
I was not prepared

She said I could have been a contender
But I was content to play the pretender

But I ain’t pretending I’m ...
Heartbroken in
Heartbroken in
Heartbroken in Hoboken

She was talking about her career
And I really didn’t have a clue
So when she said, “You act so sincere.”
I said, “It’s the least I can do.”

She said, “You don’t get my drift”
I guess she must have been miffed
I did not detect it
Now I’m dejected

Heartbroken in Hoboken
She raised a glass while I was toking
She had class, I was plain spoken
Opposites attract

Heartbroken in Hoboken
She went fast, I kept poking
She had a pass, I had the wrong token
Now she won’t come back.

She said I could have been a contender
But I was content to play the pretender

But I ain’t pretending I’m ...
Heartbroken in
Heartbroken in
Heartbroken in Hoboken

So I went on down to the pier
Guess you could say I was hoping to see her
But all I saw was an old fisherman catching an eel

“Oh Lord I’m hungry,” was all he said
As he bent down to cut off the head
And as the blood flowed red
I said, “I know just how you feel.”

Cause I found a letter on the bed
When I came home from work one night
It told me all the things she said she’d said
Though I never seemed to read her right

She said that if my love had been true
I’d have known exactly what to do
She gave me hints
But I was dense

Heartbroken in Hoboken
How can you hear something unspoken?
How can you fix what you don’t know’s broken?
It don’t seem fair

Heartbroken in Hoboken
Them harsh words have done been spoken
Them sad feelings done been awoken
I was not prepared

She said I could have been a contender
But I was content to play the pretender

But I ain’t pretending I’m ...
Heartbroken in
Heartbroken in
Heartbroken in Hoboken

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songs of buddy don: Let's Get Old

a while back one of the mos thought-pervokin bloggers on the net, ominverse (she rites bout purt near everthang ye kin magine) lef a comment astin whuther i wood rite a luv pome or two fer valentines, witch tiz a lot harder to do that than tiz to write rhymin joke bout them thats in charge. so i couldnt cum up with nuthin yet, but i found the lyricks to a song i writ that me n miz bd aint never recorded, so here tiz. dont mean i wont try to find sumthin else fer valentines day, but i orta keep that as a lil sprize fer miz bd (so dont ye mentchun it to her!) btw, it cummences with the chorus, witch ye aint spozed to do that, but i aint one fer follerin all the rules innywho.

Let’s Get Old

Let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take fifty years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
Together we’ll make it a life-long holiday
Let’s get old
C’mon, Honey, embrace the gray

Some people put their faith in beauty
They’re in love with their pretty face
Growing old is a horrible duty
(‘Cause) Time always wins the race
They place their hopes in cosmetic surgery
But getting old with you is my hopeful strategy

Let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take a hundred years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
We’ll buy us a boat, and sail around the world
Let’s get old
No matter how old or wrinkled we get, you’ll still be my girl

Some people trade their lives for money
Oh, how they want to be rich
Don’t know if it’s sad or funny
Watchin’ ‘em scratch that itch
They can’t be happy no matter how much they accrue
But happiness for me is getting old with you

Let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take a thousand years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
Together we’ll make it a life-long holiday
Let’s get old
C’mon, Honey, embrace the gray

I want to see how our children turn out
I want to see the end of our tale
Through the aches and pains, the fear and the doubt
Together let’s stick it out to the end of the trail

(and)
Let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take ten thousand years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
We’ll buy us a boat, and sail around the world
Let’s get old
No matter how old or wrinkled we get, you’ll still be my girl

Some want to go in a blaze of glory
Martyrs to a mythical cause
Don’t matter how gruesome or gory
They judge by their own cruel laws
But the most heroic thing I could ever do
Is to keep showing up and doing my job and getting old with you

So let’s get old
Together, Baby, though it might take a million years
Let’s get old
We’ll sit on the porch, a couple of raconteurs
Let’s get old
We’ll buy us a boat, and sail around the world
Let’s get old
No matter how old or wrinkled we get, you’ll always be my girl

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songs writ by buddy don: slow down

yesterdy i couldnt post nuthin on a counta blogger bein down. i had me a ruff nite n couldnt sleep on a counta my mind racin a lil too much. i been tole by near everbidy that knows me well that i have only two speeds, hyper n comatoze.

as my mind raced over all thats a'goin on a wurk n the changes i am trine to ackcept bout my life n health, i couldnt sleep. i finely gut up roun midnite n red till bour 4 am. then i wint back to bed n slept n dreamt of this here Bohemian Hillbillies song, witch even tho i writ it, dont seem lack i ever let it do me inny good. the song wuz writ fer a musickull i will tell ye much more bout by n by, but all ye need to know now is the song is sung by death, a care ackter in the musickull. innywho, i figgerd ifn i played the em pee three fer ye, i mite here it my ownself. i hope to larn how to ...

Slow Down

Slow slow slow slow slow down, Everyman!
Slow slow slow slow slow down, Everyman!

Everyman
Don't you know me?
I've been walking by your side from the day you were born

Oh, Everyman
I say, don't you know me?
Won't you open up your ears, can't you hear Gabriel's horn?

I am the original killer
I make no deals with woman or man
I'm at the heart of every thriller
Next to me you're just a flash in the pan
Still playing "Catch me if you can"
But I've got you in the palm of my hand

Oh, Everyman
You are one cool cat
You probably even think you're gonna get the full nine lives

Oh, Everyman
I'll say this about that
Once you have tasted my kiss only the soul survives!

Slow slow slow slow slow down
Slow slow slow slow slow down
Slow slow slow slow slow down, Everyman!

Have you forgotten your maker?

ye kin here the em pee three by clickin on the lank below:
Slow Down

songs of buddy don: We Are the Rubberstamplicans

We Are the Rubberstamplicans!

We are the Rubberstamplicans
We Rubber Stamp the laws
We do not think, we do not blink
Mere winning is our cause

We stayed up late one night to pass that medicare fiasco
We did it though it was as fun as drinking pure Tabasco
We know that "government's the problem" so why should we try
To govern well since that would tell the truth to our great lie?

We cut the taxes of the rich, sent soldiers off to war
We built the largest deficit the world had seen before
To those who say we must be madder than the maddest hatter
We simply parrot Cheney saying, "Deficits don't matter!"

For we are the Rubberstamplicans
We Rubber Stamp the laws
We do not think, we do not blink
Mere winning is our cause

If Bush says black is white or dirty air is really clean
We'll Rubber Stamp the notion with our Rubber Stamp Machine
If Bush says building roads and cutting trees make forests healthy
We'll Rubber Stamp the falsehood and thus make our cronies wealthy.

We will not check our president although he breaks the law
For like all Rubberstamplicans, when shocked we stand in awe.
Besides three decades in the past that FISA law was hatched
To be secure we must endure having our freedoms snatched!

For we are the Rubberstamplicans
We Rubber Stamp the laws
We do not think, we do not blink
Mere winning is our cause

songs of buddy don: Flap Your Arms!

Flap Your Arms!

I heard em say on TV that this global warming thing
Will soon be too far gone for us to stop.
They said, "We'll all be riding on a plane that's lost its wings.
A plane whose only option is to drop!"

So–
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
This old plane is going down
Flap your arms like a bird
And if you're lucky you won't drown
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
And pray it's not too late!
Cause if that ocean gits too deep
We'll all meet our fate.

We're cruising on the great titanic, crossing o'er the sea –
A mammoth mortal iceberg dead ahead –
We have to slow our progress to a tolerable degree,
But the captain says we stay the course instead.

So–
Learn to swim! Learn to swim!
This old ship is going down
Lean to swim like a fish
And if you're lucky you won't drown
Learn to swim! Learn to swim!
And pray it's not too late!
Cause if that ocean gits too deep
We'll all meet our fate.

It's a grave and gathering danger
Can't be tamed by a Texas Ranger
It's gonna hit us just like a hurricane

We piss like the dog in the manger
On the global heat exchanger
We couldn't act any stranger or insane
Oh, it's gonna hit us just like a hurricane!

Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!

So–
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
This old plane is going down
Flap your arms like a bird
And if you're lucky you won't drown
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
And pray it's not too late!
Cause if that ocean gits too deep
We'll all meet our fate.

Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!

songs of buddy don: Watch What You Do

Watch What You Do

You better
Watch what you do
Cause they could be watching you
Big Brother
Big Brother

You Better
Watch what you view
Cause they could be watching too
Big Brother
Big Brother

They can
Watch what you say
And who you say it to
Watch who you call
And who is calling you

That's right!
It's legal!
Big Brother!

You better
Watch what you do
Cause they could be watching too
Big Brother
Big Brother

You better
Watch what you read
Cause it might be a lead
Big Brother
Big Brother

They can
Watch what you know
And what you choose to buy
Watch where you go
With their own private eye

That's right!
It's legal!
Big Brother!

You better
Watch what you do
Cause they could be watching you
Big Brother
Big Brother

songs of buddy don: Succubus

this here songs fittin fer the day, witch tiz about a ghost, jes rite fer halloween. tiz frum that cd by them Bohemian Hillbillies name of Once Removed. heres the lyricks fer it n ifn ye click on the title with yer left mouse button, ye kin here the em pee three n ifn ye click with the rite mouse button, ye kin downlode it fer free. thang is, whuts skeeriest bout this song is how tiz about a real person, witch i aint tole the story bout how she haunted me fer years yet, but i hope to git toot by n by.

Succubus

Thirty years old and still a virgin
I could take no more of my body's urgin'
So I got down on my knees and prayed to anything that would listen
Said I would give my heart and soul just to know what I'd been missin'

I met her in a nightmare the very next week
She was crossing her legs, I was taking a peek
She caught me in the act and it's a fact she was not amused
So when she blew me a kiss, you can bet I was dazed and confused

She was a ...
Succubus
I could see she was invisible
Succubus
Her charms were irrisistible
Succubus
I could feel what I could not touch
Succubus Succubus
She was never enough but she was always too much

She made me swear to tell no one about us
Said that if I did, I'd begin to doubt us
Said that lots of folks didn't think she was even real
So I gave her my oath and with a kiss, we sealed the deal.

Week after week she flew me over the moon
Left me lying every night in a puddle of swoon
I tried to hold her close but like a ghost, she'd slip away
I could always make her come but I could never make her stay

She was a ...
Succubus
I could see she was invisible
Succubus
Her charms were irrisistible
Succubus
I could feel what I could not touch
Succubus Succubus
She was never enough but she was always too much

Our love was so hot, I could hardly contain it
I wanted to brag, I tried to restrain it
But I told my best friend and he started to laugh
He said she wasn't any more real than a photograph

I tried to convince myself that he was wrong
But the seeds of doubt he'd planted grew much too strong
At night I tossed and turned, but emptiness filled my bed
And the torment of her memory makes me wish I were dead

And with my ...
Succubus
I could see she was invisible
Succubus
Her charms were irrisistible
Succubus
I could feel what I could not touch
Succubus Succubus
She was never enough but she was always too much

She was a succubus
Succubus
Succubus
Succubus Succubus

songs of buddy don: Baby Sister

furst thangs furst: a big thankee to red molly fer them verr kind wurds she writ bout meetin me n miz bd up here in man hattan, witch ifn ye click that lank ye mite could wunder is that feller in the gray beard with his arm round that beeyootifull woman really buddy don? i dun splaind how i am the lucky one n ye kin see the reason purt clear in that thar pitcher tuck by red molly her ownself.

turns out miz bd is takin sum classes this weekend, witch that leaves me here on my lonesum. in my lonesumness i gut to puttern round till i found sumthin i dun fergut i had, a bootleg of a song i dun a lil while back. i made a em pee three out of it. tiz me pickin on the gittar n sanging a song by them bohemian hillbilles name of baby sister.

by in by in life n pinions of buddy don, hillbilly (pt 1, pt 2), twill be eggsplaind how thisn cum to be writ, who thar about n all. i bet sum of yuns thats dun red life n pinions of buddy don, hillbilly kin figger it out alreddy.

heres the wurds sos ye kin foller along.

Baby Sister

This here's the story bout our baby sister
Smiled so sweetly cause the angels kissed her
Smooth baby skin, huge gray eyes
But everone agreed her silky curls took the prize
When they cut em off down at the beauty salon
Almost seemd as if Baby Sister was gone

Whee Hooey

When baby sister was four years old
We got up one day and found her bed, empty and cold
We searched the house and year a'callin out her name
Baby Sister, come out, quit playin this game
Found her in the woods a'sleepin all alone
It was an awful fear when Baby Sister was gone

Whee Hooey

She got in trouble in her high school years
We wondered whose it was but that just brought on tears
So we borrowed fifty dollars and to Knoxville we went
Had the operation before she could repent
Nobody ever knew why we wuz gone so long
Cause we couldn't tell where Baby Sister was gone

Whee Hooey

She met a sailor when she was twenty-four
They got married in that church down by the dry goods store
He worked with his hands, drove a beat up Lincoln
Got kindly wild whenever he'd been drinkin
Beat her black and blue and never knew he was wrong
Till it finally come a day when Baby Sister was gone

Whee Hooey

This here's the story of our baby sister
She got up one night and took
Her old man's pistol
Went donw into the woods in her nightgown and boots
Fixed a place among the leaves and the roots
Nice cigarettes in that dark before dawn
But when the sun come up Baby Sister was gone

Whee Hooey

Oh how her old man carried on the next day
Ambulance come and took him away
Mama bathed her face in tears of shame
A'tellin everbody how she was to blame
And Daddy kept recitin that twenty-first Psalm
As if it could tell us why Baby Sister was gone

Whee Hooey

Preacher give a sermon all about God's love
Said we'd see Baby Sister by and by up above
So we drove out to the graveyard in our suits in the heat
Brother spoke a prayer that made all the women weep
When they started singin that old circle song
We all joined in cause Baby Sister was gone

Whee Hooey

songs of buddy don: For the Duration

as ye know, twuz 60 year ago this verr day that the furst atomick bomb wuz dropped on hiroshima. twuz truly the event that changed everthang.

on that cee dee by them bohemian hillbillies name of once removed thays a song that wuz writ bout how the atomick bomb cum to be. not only did it change everthang in the worl, it also changed part of appalachia ferever by ploppin down the lil town of oak ridge, tennessee, rite smack dab in the middle of it. the idee wuz how twuz too remote to be discuverd n ifn thay wuz a acksident, twernt lackly to kill too minny folk. fack is, twuz a lucky thang fer us on a counta how it meant we gut a better educayshun than we lackly wooda gut otherwise.

but thars also that bomb n whut droppin it meant. agin, twuz a bit of selfish luck fer us on a counta how we probly woodnta been here ifn it hadnt been dropped. corse, thays minny more folks that wuz obliterayted whenever it wuz dropped. so whenever i thank much bout that bomb, tiz hard to know how to feel. bof my daddy n miz bds wuz sined up fer the durayshun of that war. my daddy wuz a marine in the pacifick n part of the force that wuz a'fixin to invade japan. so the chantses wuz good that he woodnt never have cum back. lease thats how he always splained it to us.

whats dun is dun, as the song says.

miz bd cum up with the idee fer a song name of For the Duration. we had us a lil musick we lacked to pick at, so i made up sum wurds n we recorded it. the lank is to the mp3 of that song, witch ifn ye take a noshun, ye kin click the lank n downlode the song n listen toot. ye kin foller along on the wurds:

For the Duration

"Yesterday, September 7, 1941, a date which will live in infamy ... " [FDR]

The news about Pearl Harbor sent my brothers off to war
We prayed they'd come home unharmed
Then the men in suits put up the notice on our door
The government was taking the farm
Forty bucks an acre, Ma said they owed us more
We'd just put a new roof on the barn

When we asked why we got no explaination
We all must sacrifice for our nation
The war's begun
And what's done is done
And it won't be undone
For the Duration

"Tragic fate has thrust upon us grave responsibility." [Harry S Truman]

They brought truckloads of houses, built a town they called Oak Ridge
Washington had a plan
Fenced us in from Gallagher out to the Solway Bridge
Built factories on our bottom land
Ma n me got jobs, bought a radio and a fridge
Forty cents an hour, like a man

When we asked why we got no explaination
We all must sacrifice for our nation
The war's begun
And what's done is done
And it won't be undone
For the Duration

"Some people laughed, some people cried." [J. Robert Oppenheimer]

We never knew what it would do
We only did what they told us to ...
Amid the mud and boardwalks we lived like pioneers
A hundred thousand souls, most of us volunteers
Life was pretty good, after them depression years
Living for Saturday dances, drinking 3.2 beers
And making something secret with our blood, sweat and tears ...
When we found out what we'd done
Released the power of a thousand suns
And it won't be undone
For the Duration

"Now I am become death, destroyer of worlds." [J. Robert Oppenheimer]

Dave came home a hero, Tom was lost at sea,
Ma was never quite the same
Cancer took her from us back in 1963
Some say radiation was to blame
When some new country gets the bomb, you see it on TV
Don't know if I'm proud or ashamed.

When we asked why we got no explaination
We all must sacrifice for our nation
The war's begun
And what's done is done
And it won't be undone
For the Duration

"The world will note that the first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, a military base ... " [Harry S. Truman]

miz bd wuz a jurnlist fer minny a year n one of the fellers she innerviewed wuz a surviver frum hiroshima. he taught her a lil japanese that we use a lot round our house. tiz a fraze n it goes lack this: shi kata ga nai. how it happend wuz she ast im ifn he wuz mad bout that bomb bein dropped n he splaind the fraze to her, sed it meant, 'unfortunate thing has happend; we must live on.'

so the bomb wuz bilt n dropped n now its a'spreadin thu the worl. whats dun is dun n twont be undun ... for the durayshun.

shi kata ga nai.

songs of buddy don: give me the faith ...

evertime a few weeks slides by without me a'ritin a chaptur, i git nervus bout whuther i kin rite a nuther or whuther twood be inny good or whuther i gut inny idee how to start n yew name it, i wurry over it in my mind in sted of ritin. but thays this song i writ a minny a year ago name of St. Thomas' Blues, witch tiz one of the songs on that Bohemian Hillbillies album name of Once Removed i mentchuned tuther day. i kindly try to cunsidder that line whenever i thank i caint git a'goin agin: give me the faith to have faith. heres the rest of them lyricks:

St. Thomas's Blues

Give me the faith to have faith
Show me the road that leads to the promised land
Give me a map to help me find my way
Won't you help me to understand?
'Cause all I want to do is touch His hand.

A farmer told me that God was like a circus
Told me that you had to have a ticket if you want to get in
Told me that the price was measured out in faith
And you pay for it within
But all I want to do is touch His skin.

So won't you
Give me the faith to have faith
Show me the road that leads to the promised land
Give me a map to help me find my way
Won't you help me to understand?
'Cause all I want to do is touch His hand.

The preacher told me that faith is given blindly
You don't need to see the miracles to believe
And you won't find the Lord by seeking after knowledge
It's your faith that makes you see
But all I need to do is touch His sleeve.

So won't you
Give me the faith to have faith
Show me the road that leads to the promised land
Give me a map to help me find my way
Won't you help me to understand?
I just want to stick my fingers into the holes in His hands.

songs of buddy don:
song writ with miz bd

Goodbye Old Tennessee

In our little town, most everyone was poor
But the Henrys were the poorest of us all
Their tin-roof shack had a couple rooms, very little more
No plumbing, no electric, tar paper walls
Seven kids, you had to wonder where they put 'em all

Tom Henry was the eldest, quit school when his daddy died
Took whatever work he could find
Day jobs a local farms cause he couldn't read or write,
But when they paid him with a pumpkin, he said, "I think it's time
For me to leave this little town and all you good old boys behind."
And everyone laughed when he said ...

[Chorus]
“Goodbye Old Tennessee,
I’m gone to Chattanooga
Gone to see Rock City
To see where Ruby Fell
Goodbye Old Tennessee
I’m mighty glad I knew ya
I might pass this way again
You can never tell”

We all had to smile when he thumbed down a northbound truck
Acting like he knew exactly what to do
We should have said “Good-bye,” but we all said, "Good luck."
Told ourselves, “He’ll be back in a week or two.”
What else could such a simple boy ever do?

It seemed like such a shame to leave his family thataway
But the Henrys weren't the kind to take help from anyone
When we would ask about him, his mama would say,
"Lord knows I miss him, he's my first born son
But I'm proud he had the guts to do, what had to be done
I'm even proud how he said ... "

“Goodbye Old Tennessee,
I’m gone to Chattanooga
Gone to see Rock City
To see where Ruby Fell
Goodbye Old Tennessee
I’m mighty glad I knew ya
I might pass this way again
You can never tell”

[Bridge]
Dad left me the store, so I had to hang around
Praying that the Interstate would not pass us by
It cut up our mountain and split our little town
Now you sit out on your front porch and hear the trucks roll by
And wonder why it seems there're fewer stars up in the sky
And wonder if it's failure if you never even try

Now Tommy lives in Ohio, works assembly line
Comes back to visit now and then
Bought his Ma a new house in that track called Shady Pines
Stops in to see me, calls me his old friend
Loves to reminisce about good old days, way back when,
Back before he said ...

“Goodbye Old Tennessee,
I’m gone to Chattanooga
Gone to see Rock City
To see where Ruby Fell
Goodbye Old Tennessee
I’m mighty glad I knew ya
I might pass this way again
You can never tell”

Goodbye Old Tennessee,
Goodbye Old Tennessee,
Goodbye Old Tennessee!