Posted on 05/13/2011 9:14:29 PM PDT by ConservativeStatement
Last week we asked our readers to vote for their favorite ballad or slow jam of all time. Votes were all over the place – from tracks by Pearl Jam to Elvis Presley to Lionel Richie. In the end it was very close, and there was a tie so we had to expand our standard top 10 to a top 12. If this survey has reinforced anything, it's that our readers really, really love Led Zeppelin.
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Star Dust.....Hoagy Carmichael wrote and I heard him sing it, but it is a great song, covered by just about everyone at one time or another after it came out
They are drawing up your indictment in the Hague.
That song won a poll of my students in Physics 202 at PSU in the 70’s.
Ah the old Vista Crusier. My dad had a 64 model. I got broadsided in it two weeks after I got my drivers licsense.
Nice.
Hi, Mom MD:
I still prefer Billy Joel’s ‘Ballad Of Billy The Kid’ surrounded by a full orchestra.
Jack.
Great Pick!! My favorite song of all time.
Both great
In addition to all the above:
Goin to California; The Zep
The Core; Eric C
Bell Bottom Blues; Derek & Dominoes
These Days; Jackson Browne
Come Again Toucan; Airplane
Almost Independence Day; Van Morrison
Time Waits for No One; Rolling Stones
While My Guitar Gently Weeps; George Harrison (check Prince
and friends on this one - You Tube)
Flying Cowboys; Rikki Lee Jones
The Weight; The Band
Almost Cut my Hair; CSNY
Jack Straw; The Dead
24 Hours At A Time; Marshall Tucker
Well ev'ry day at the salon you can see him arrive
He stood six foot six, weighed one-o-five
He's kinda narrow at the shoulders, narrow in the hips
With a curl in his hair and a smile on his lips
Big Bruce...........Big Bad Bruce
No-one seemed to know where Bruce came from
He kinda swished into town and stayed all alone
Never said much, kind o' quiet and shy
And when he spoke at all, it was just to say "Hi"
Big Bruce...........Big Bad Bruce
Same say he came from New Orleans
Where he had a social group called the Cajun Queens
Some say Hollywood or Beverly Hills
Where he got arrested for passin' three-dollar bills
That's Bruce
Then came the day o' that terrible fire
Something went wrong in the number five dryer
Into the chaos of those matronly caves
Went Big Bad Bruce, a-just a-fannin' the flames
Big Bruce...........Big Bad Brucey-Woosey
Well, the flames grew higher and the fire got worse
And someone heard Brucey cry, "Mercy, I forgot my purse!"
Into the fire with a squeal and a shout
We waited an hour, but he never came out
Poor Bruce..........Poor old Bruce
Where that salon once stood is a grocery store
But his name will live for evermore
In the annals of time and in the hall of fame
As a gay young cat who went down in flames
Big Bruce
THE BALLAD OF IRVING
Frank Gallop
He was short and fat, and rode out of the West
With a Mogen David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, ‘cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,
With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.* [see below]
He always followed his mother’s wishes,
Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sissy Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he,
But Irving was looking for one forty-three.
Walked into Sol’s Saloon like a man insane,
And ordered three fingers of two cents plain.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sport Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
The James Boys was comin’ on a train at first sun,
And the town said, “Irving, we need your gun.”
When that train pulled in at the break of dawn,
Irving’s gun was there, but Irving was gone.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big help, Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Well, finally Irving got three slugs in the belly.
It was right outside the Frontier Deli.
He was sittin’ there twirlin’ his gun around,
And butterfingers Irving gunned himself down!
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big dum-dum Irving.
Big dum-dum dead Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Really.
Yes, I am aware of a number of the later covers, especially Donna's.
Telegraph Road:
Ya got that right.
Mark Knopfler. One of my all time favorite guitarists.
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