Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
-Neutral Milk Hotel |
"You tell that you've heard every sound there is,
and you bird is green,
but you can't hear me,
you can't hear me!"
Lennon/McCartney 1966 |
"A case of You", on Blue by Joni Mitchell, helped me through the teenage Angst
"Guitar Town" by Steve Earl, has there been a better song about being trapped in a small town and longing for life to begin |
" Got sick of my job, sick of my wife, sick of my future and sick of my life. Jumped in the car and hit the gas , told everybody they can kiss my ___"
Glen Frey from No fun aloud CD, the song is Party Town. |
" Got sick of my job, sick of my wife, sick of my future and sick of my life. Jumped in the car and hit the gas , told everybody they can kiss my ___" I only quoted a short bit from the following song (actually, largely spoken word) in a previous contribution to this thread, but given this recent Glen Frey lyric (the subject is identical); in case you've never heard it, Ozzy, thought you may enjoy the entire verse, from Tom Waits...Frank's Wild Years: Tom gives a real deadpan delivery on this song: Frank settled down in the Valley,
and he hung his wild years on a
nail that he drove through his
wife's forehead.
He sold used office furniture out
there on San Fernando Road and
assumed a $30,000 loan at
15 1/4% and put a down payment
on a little two bedroom place.
His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
Made good bloody-marys, kept her mouth
shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua
named Carlos that had some kind of skin
disease and was totally blind.
They had a thoroughly modern kitchen;
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan.
They were so happy.
One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple of Mickey's Big MouthÂ’s.
Drank 'em in the car on his way to the
Shell station; he got a gallon of gas in a can.
Drove home, doused everything in
the house, torched it.
Parked across the street laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red.
Frank put on a top forty station,
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed North.
Never could stand that dog. |
