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Posted on 11/16/2011 5:08:00 PM PST by fatima
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Bump.
One of my favorites for incredible use of language (and for the use of the car horn in the record) - Second Hand Car Spiv
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2ix_av0G1k
Spiv: I was born a slum gutter infantile,
Brute-force educated, delinquent juvenile.
I am a product of mass produced factory fodder,
Streets full of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor.
I left school, went straight on the dole
And unemployment’s no enjoyment,
Welfare State owned my mind and my body and my soul.
So I worked my way up to be a second-hand car spiv,
But don’t judge me harshly because I’m just a slum kid.
I built up my business with a quick wit and fist,
So don’t double-cross me or my hoods will dissect you
With their black jacks and shiv.
Slum kids never get a break, they’ve got to fight their way up.
Wheel and deal, beg and steal,
Sweat blood to earn a buck.
I didn’t want to work on the factory floor,
I wasn’t content, I wanted more
Than to be a slave of a lathe,
Work all day and go home bored.
So a second- hand car spiv was what I became.
I built an empire because I used my brains.
Chorus: He was a second-hand car spiv up from the slums,
So don’t judge him harshly because he’s just a slum kid.
Then he moved into property, stocks and shares,
Spiv: And into high finance and you’ve got to agree
That running a multi-million corporation
Sure beats selling cars second-hand.
Chorus: Once he sold old worn out heaps to the punters on the street,
Spiv: Now I’m in control of the country as a whole,
And the world is at my feet.
Chorus: The world is at his feet.
Spiv: Power, power, I’ve got power oozing out of me,
And when you think of all the things I’ve done
It says a lot for one
Who worked his way up from the streets.
Yes I’m a second-hand car spiv.
Do a deal, buy and sell,
It’s my trade, I know it well.
Make a sale, ring the bell
And let the suckers go to hell.
Bank the profits, count the change
Another sucker comes your way.
Life is a crooked game,
And slum kids never change.
When conditions are not so good, I drive my speed. Anyone who wants to go faster can go around. I will not be pushed.
Thank God he is ok. Can he save his car?
An Anti Union Song - Get Back In Line
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7HAfWWNQcI
Gorgeous Music!
Facing the world ain’t easy when there isn’t anything going
Standing at the corner waiting watching time go by
Will I go to work today or shall I bide my time
‘Cos when I see that union man walking down the street
He’s the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve, or I eat
Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that I’ve got to get back in the line
Now I think of what my mamma told me
She always said that it would never ever work out
But all I want to do is make some money
And bring you home some wine
For I don’t ever want you to see me
Standing in that line
‘Cause that union man’s got such a hold over me
He’s the man who decides if I live or I die, if I starve, or I eat
Then he walks up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that I’ve got to get back in the line
Bump.
Six Days on the Road--Dave Dudley, 1963
Wow.
Just saw Ray Davies in Charlotte - at 68 or whatever he is - he’s still rocking hard.
One more and then I’m headed for the rack - Nobody Gives - a survey of 20th Century History:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfQ31GTEkbw
I can’t understand why everybody’s quarreling,
Nobody gives in case they lose face,
And everybody’s guilty and everybody’s innocent,
And the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
It’s the same throughout all history,
Nobody gives unless they receive,
And nobody trusts or is willing to believe
And nobody gives or is willing to concede.
Back in nineteen hundred and twenty-five
There were thousands of people struggling to survive.
There was hunger, unemployment and poverty,
Then in 1926 they decided to be free
So they all went on strike and
The workers told the unions, who blamed it on the government,
The politicians blamed it on the strikers and the militants,
Everybody’s guilty and everybody’s innocent,
But the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Back in nineteen hundred and thirty-nine
There were scores of German military waiting in a line,
And the Fatherland wanted what the world wouldn’t give,
And then Hitler decided he could take what was his,
So they all went to war and said
Kill all the left-wing intellectuals,
Annihilate the Jews and wipe out their race,
Eliminate the weak because they’re ineffectual,
And the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
I’m only sitting here watching it all go on
And listening to both sides.
Yeah, why can’t we talk it out,
Why can’t we sort it out,
We’ll work it out if we try.
Why can’t we sit down and work out a compromise,
Why not negotiate and try to be civilised?
I’ll tell you why, because nobody gives a damn.
Nobody listens and no one will understand.
Yet I’m wondering, sitting here wondering,
And listening to both sides.
Why can’t we work it out?
Why can’t we sort it out?
We’ll work it out if we try.
Why can’t we sit down and work out a compromise,
Why not negotiate and try to be civilised?
I’ll tell you why, because nobody gives a damn.
Nobody listens and no one will understand.
Yet, I’m wondering, sitting here wondering,
Yet I’m wondering, sitting here wondering
Listening to both sides.
Nobody gives, nobody gives, nobody gives.
The workers told the unions who blamed it on the government,
The politicians blamed it on the strikers and the militants,
Everybody’s guilty and everybody’s innocent.
Nobody gives. Nobody gives a damn any more.
The politicians, unions, workers and the militants,
The fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Good one.
Power of Christ.
Long Black Train
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoIEFE8BaTA&feature=fvsr
Great you got to see him.Thanks for all the links.Hit the rack:)
I wish I could find a recording, or even the lyrics, but I'm not having any luck. The chorus goes like this:
"Dig Nixon, for the Red, White, and Blue
Dig Nixon. People, he digs you"
Stay inside. LOL! Good evening, teen. *HUGS*
I make sure my coat has a hood...looking dorky is unimportant when it is blowing like that. And more than one layer...and mittens, not gloves.
In younger days, when knees worked better, outside was handled with “outdoor” wear. Now being inside and looking out is just fine. d:o)
How is your weather?
Your right can’t find it Hoodat but I did find this ((((Hugs))))
ROCKIN’ PNEUMONIA BOOGIE WOOGIE FLU JOHNNY RIVERS 45RPM UNITED ARTISTS RECORDS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pi2b_-Jawzw
Quite chilly mornings and nights but ‘open door’ weather during the afternoon. Lovin’ it!
Hehehehe.Powerful Whale.
Michael Jackson;The Cleveland Orchestra - Will You Be There
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQY_QL_wvQU&ob=av2n
Such a powerful song.
Hi smalltownslick ((((Hugs))))
Just beautiful!!!!
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