A few versus that connect you........what song is it?


... "there’s something about you girl, that makes me sweat"... I’m Lonely..


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Tostadosunidos-I too heard Tom Rush sing that song (along with quite a few of Jackson Browne's songs) back in the 60s.  I kind of like his cover better than the original, though he did alter the words a little, if I recall.

"Don't wanna be a bum, you better chew gum

the pump don't work 'cause the vandals took the handles."

"Once a fool had a good part in the play
If it's so would I still be here today
It's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way
They think it's very funny everything I say
Get a load of him, he's so insane
You better get your coat dear
It looks like rain..."
Elton John-Madman Across The Water
Some lyrics are haunting; this from Harry Chapin's "Cat's in the Cradle, from the album Verities and Balderdash:

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you, Dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"


And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then


My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home, Dad
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then


Well, he came from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please"


And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
You know we'll have a good time then


I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day

I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"


And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me


And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you comin' home son
I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad
We're gonna have a good time then



Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull
and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running though the middle of my head
and only you, can cool my desire
Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire

Todd Rundgren, Soul Brother off Liars (2004):

I didn't just pull into town
This happened right before my eyes
There's something missing in the sound
That so used to satisfy
It may rock, it may roll but tell me
Whatever happened to the soul?

It's just murky, jerky groove
It motivates but it don't move
And all the pimps and funky divas
Crank out their empty testifying
They mixed it all in a bowl but then they
Forgot to add a pinch of soul

Tell me, whatever happened to the soul, brother?
Tell me, what did they do with the soul, brother?
Tell me, where did they go with the soul, brother?
Can I get a witness?

We're only here to entertain
And just pretend to be in pain
And if you wanna see me get down
Just watch me wave my hands around
It's a distraction I'm told, I use it
To hide my total lack of soul

Can't find a little bit of soul
Cause it's so hip to be a ho
And all the brothers act like crooks
And all the kids in the suburbs write the radio hooks

And if you want to be a star
Just grab your crotch and squeeze it hard
And make your mom and daddy proud
As you dry hump for the crowd
It may be tired and old, but then it's
Your only substitute for soul