Beth's Contradictory Brain

Movin Right Along - Muppets

I'm posting these on Sunday instead of Monday because I'll be loading the cats in the car and hitting the road in the a.m.

"Movin' Right Along" video

Movin' right along in search of good times and good news,
With good friends, you can't lose,
This could become a habit.
Opportunity knocked once, let's reach out and grab it,
Together we'll nab it.
We'll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it.

Movin' right along, foot-loose and fancy free.
Gettin' there is half the fun; come share it with me.
Movin' right along (doog-a-doon, doog-a-doon)
We'll learn to share the load.
We don't need a map to keep this show on the road.

Movin' right along we found a life on the highway,
And your way is my way, so trust my navigation.
California here we come, that pie-in-the-sky land.
Palm trees and warm sand, though sadly we just left Rhode Island.

Movin' right along, hey, L.A., where've you gone?
Send someone to fetch us, we're in Saskatchewan.
Movin' right along (doog-a-doon, doog-a-doon)
You take it, you know best.
Hey, I've never seen the sun come up in the West.

Movin' right along, we're truly birds of a feather,
We're in this together, and you know where you're goin'.
Movie stars with flashy cars and life with the top down.
We're stormin' the big town.
Yeah! Storm is right, should it be snowin'?

Movin' right along, do I see signs of men?
Yeah, "welcome" on the same post that says "come back again."
Movin' right along, foot-loose and fancy free.
You're ready for the big time, is it ready for me?

Movin' right along
Movin' right along
(repeat to fade)

Time After Time

In honor of the concert friday night...

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion -
Is nothing new
Flashback - warm nights -
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after -

Sometimes you picture me -
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said -
Then you say - go slow -
I fall behind -
The second hand unwinds

Chorus:
If you're lost you can look - and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you - I'll be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows - you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time -

Chorus:
If you're lost...

You said go slow -
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds -

Chorus:
If you're lost...
...Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time

Compare and Contrast

Here are a couple about the rock star life. This would probably work better if I actually linked the songs instead of just the lyrics (but I don't know how)… since it’s probably more about the quality of the musicianship than lyrics, but oh well. We heard both of these songs while out and around Saturday and it just reinforced for me the superiority of music from the 70’s/early 80s over stuff today.

Joe Walsh – Life’s Been Good

I have a mansion, forget the price
Ain't never been there, they tell me it's nice
I live in hotels, tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for it all

They say I'm crazy but I have a good time
I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life's been good to me so far

My Maserati does one-eighty-five
I lost my license, now I don't drive
I have a limo, ride in the back
I lock the doors in case I'm attacked

I make hit records, my fans they can't wait
They write me letters, tell me I'm great
So I got me an office, gold records on the wall
Just leave a message, maybe I'll call

Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through
(Everybody say “I'm cool”......”He's cool”)
I can't complain but sometimes I still do
Life's been good to me so far

I go to parties, sometimes until four
It's hard to leave when you can't find the door
It's tough to handle this fortune and fame
Everybody's so different, I haven't changed

They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time
(Everybody say “Oh, yeah”..... “Oh, yeah”)
I keep on goin’ guess I'll never know why
Life's been good to me so far

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Nickleback – Rock Star

I'm through with standing in line
to the clubs i'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be (Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me (so what you need)

I'll need a, a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club At thirty-seven thousand feet (Been there done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
And my own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me (So how ya gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
Living in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'as we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With the bleach blond hair
and well..
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free (I'll have a quesadilla on the house)

I'm gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me (So how ya gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

[CHORUS]

I'm gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

[CHORUS]

with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial well..
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

One Dance - Dan Bern

Because I love you
I get tongue tied around you
I never say smart stuff around you
I never say anything around you
That makes you want to be with me
So, because I love you
I will never be with you

There's plenty other people
Who I always find the words for
That I have the sweet gift of gab for
That I'm magical and good for
Who because I do not love them
Always want to be with me

Everything I say is true
So there's nothing we can do

Then what the Hell I'll say to you
Let me have one dance with you

I recognize the look
In my eyes when I see you
It's the look of one who loves you
Who wants nothing except to be with you
It is not the look that often
Gets returned in kind

Same old tales ain't nothing new
What the Hell's a soul to do
But maybe you can help me through
Giving me one dance with you
One dance with you

Why do all the rules I make
About how to act around other people
Like don't write them private notes
Trying to explain your foolish actions
Like not hanging around
For hours after it's obvious
That your presence ain't desired
Like names are not important
So if someone forgets your name
They're forgetting something intangible
That has nothing to do with you
So it's stupid to feel bad
If someone forgets your name
Why do all the rules I make
About how to act around other people
Always fall by the wayside
When I get around you

There ain't no more carrot stew
That old sky ain't never blue
That's a lie but this is true
All I want's one dance with you
My bed's unmade
My stuff's askew
I ain't heard the dumbest clue
I just want to squeeze on through
By getting one more dance with you
Stick it while there's still some glue
Move that stuff while there's a crew
Before I stumble someplace new
Let me have one dance with you

I found Dan a long, long time ago because he worked with Ani. In one of the photos he has a t-shirt that reads "cocky bastard" - I've always wanted that shirt! More recently he's worked with Sarah.

This album is the only one of his I have, and I don't play it very often, but this will always be one of my favorite songs.

Hello Groceries

Well, I've had several songs in mind for the Monday lyrics, and damned if I can find any of them online to copy and paste. Ugh.

There was a band back in the late 60s early 70s called Chase. I only know of them because our hick band director would take their funky, jazz, rock music and score it for our marching band. For years I had an old cassette tape of their albums, then was able to find them on cd. Only once in my life, driving back to college at 5 a.m. on a Monday morning, did I hear them on the radio. And I don't think I've ever ran across someone else who knows who they are.

Here's where you can hear a sample few of their songs.

Hello Groceries was the one I was going to post the lyrics to and dedicate them to my Nerdstar!

Not A Pretty Girl

I think it speaks for itself...

not a pretty girl - ani difranco

i am not a pretty girl
that is not what i do
i ain't no damsel in distress
and i don't need to be rescued
so put me down punk
maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair
isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

i am not an angry girl
but it seems like i've got everyone fooled
every time i say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to my anger
and never to their own fear
and imagine you're a girl
just trying to finally come clean
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling

and i am sorry
i am not a maiden fair
and i am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

and generally my generation
wouldn't be caught dead working for the man
and generally i agree with them
trouble is you gotta have yourself an alternate plan
and i have earned my disillusionment
i have been working all of my life
and i am a patriot
i have been fighting the good fight
and what if there are no damsels in distress
what if i knew that and i called your bluff?
don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down
whether or not you ever show up

i am not a pretty girl
i don't want to be a pretty girl
no i want to be more than a pretty girl

Outlaw

I've got an idea to do lyrics on Mondays. You know, because it can be so hard to be coherent after Mondays at work.

First up is one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite Austin singers - Sarah Dashew.

Outlaw

Catfish and your eyes, couldn’t think of a nicer surprise
A lovelier way to spend a Monday night, well I wouldn’t begin to surmise
But I have to confess that the heat and your sighs, how you almost brushed my breasts,
My fingernails running over your thighs, are imagining you being undressed.

The trouble with getting undressed is that we’re not supposed to be.
The trouble with that is that you have to leave.

And every song has a you, a you the singer sings to,
And that line’s not mine, but baby, this time it’s you.

You can keep looking for love in a kind face, with questioning eys,
Blow circles of smoke out of pipe dreams of hope, through a thin-skinned disguise.
But you wake up next to an empty pack of smokes, and that’s all it is, just one more time.
The trouble I have with that is your not smoking mine.

And when you call when you’re not supposed to,
And when I fall, I fall right through you.

It doesn’t count that I’m closing my eyes and watching you instead of sheep.
It doesn’t count that I bury my burn, seek my own absolution in sleep.
Cause I want to come riding up and sweep you away across the plains when you call.

But the trouble with that is that makes me an outlaw.

She has put a podcast on iTunes you should check out. She does commentary and songs not on her current album.

But mostly, you just need to hear her voice. It was a little sweeter when she was younger (whose wasn't) - but man, when I've got my earphones on listening to her songs from my iPod - well, let's just say it's more than a little nice!