Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios

[seemslikeadream]

HOW MANY MORE GEORGIE, HOW MANY MORE?


Sam Stone

Sam Stone came home,
To the wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
But the morhpine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon,
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.
Well, he played his last request,
While the room smelled just like death,
With an overdose hovering in the air.
But life had lost it's fun,
There was nothing to be done,
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

John Prine.




http://www.centcom.mil/CENTCOMNews/Casualty_Report.asp?CasualtyReport=20051228.txt

TWO TASK FORCE BAGHDAD SOLDIERS KILLED
December 23, 2005
Release Number: 05-12-28C


FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE


TWO TASK FORCE BAGHDAD SOLDIERS KILLED

BAGHDAD, Iraq „Ÿ Two Task Force Baghdad Soldiers were killed when their vehicle struck an improvised explosive device in Baghdad Dec. 23.

The names of the Soldiers are being withheld pending notification of next of kin.

The incident is under investigation

[Tsiyu]

1. Too sad

RIP soldiers.

[GreenPartyVoter]

2. I hoped they truly are resting in peace

:cry:

[DanCa]

3. John Prine is a folk singer correct?

I saw a boxed set of his at borders and was thinking of picking it up. Do you have anly Prine links where I can sample the sound of this song?

[seemslikeadream]

4. of course DanCa

my pleasure, he's one of the best!

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002I97/104-9179233-6833520?v=glance



While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped it on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I'd tell her how good I feel.

But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.

Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me,
"If you join the Christmas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for free."
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I took him up on what he said.
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's forehead.


But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.

Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn't see.
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree.
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...

"But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more."

[DanCa]

5. Coolio thank you.

Does prine play any instruments or is he a vocalist? I am looking for harmonica folk music to practice playing the harp too. Thanks again for the link.

[seemslikeadream]

7. just don't forget the master

:hi:



Blowin' in the Wind
Don't Think Twice
Baby I'm in the Mood For You
Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
Just Like A Woman
I Want You
I Shall Be Released
I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
All Along the Watchtower
Simple Twist of Fate
Dark Eyes
What Was It You Wanted

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

22. Guitar strummer, at the most

and a voice which is an acquired taste, but a great writer.

[Tsiyu]

6. He sure is

as are our soldiers.

Thanks for sharing this

[ptolle]

16. second

I have to second this recommendation of John Prine. And as for individual songs Sweet Revenge and Dear Abby. And if I may be permitted, if the individual likes John Prine I'd add a recommendation for Ry Cooder, slightly different style, but both are American classic songwriters/performers

[proud2BlibKansan]

30. It's not political but my favorite Prine tune is

Lets Talk Dirty in Hawaiian
© John Prine

Well, I packed my bags and bought myself a ticket
For the land of the tall palm tree
Aloha Old Milwaukee, Hello Waikiki
I just stepped down from the airplane
When I heard her say,
"Waka waka nuka licka, waka waka nuka licka
Would you like a lei? Eh?"

Chorus
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Whisper in my ear
Kicka pooka mok a wa wahini
Are the words I long to hear
Lay your coconut on my tiki
What the hecka mooka mooka dear
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear

It's a ukulele Honolulu sunset
Listen to the grass skirts sway
Drinking rum from a pineapple
Out on Honolulu Bay
The steel guitars all playing
While she's talking with her hands
Gimme gimme oka doka make a wish and wanta polka
Words I understand Hey!

Repeat Chorus

Well, I boughta lota junka with my moolah
And sent it to the folks back home
I never had the chance to dance the hula
Well, I guess I should have known
When you start talking to the sweet wahini
Walking in the pale moonlight
Ohka noka whatta setta knocka-rocka-sis-boom-boccas
Hope I said it right Oh!

Repeat Chorus

Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Say the words I long to hear
spoken: Aloha

[no_hypocrisy]

8. And don't forget "Christmas in Prison" at this time of year.

I just love my John Prine Christmas album.

[DanCa]

9. I just found a john prine radio favorites on msn radio

He's cool. I will definetly pick up a cd on his next month.

[w8liftinglady]

24. Prime Prine-his greatest hits

I've been a prine fan since 1976.his lyrics are very deep and beautiful

[smomfr]

14. That song is one of John´s

earliest he recorded in the 70´s. He was in the Army during Viet Nam fortunatly he was stationed in Germany. He could have easily been a name on the wall in D.C. and the world would have been a lesser place without his lyrics.....(¨Oodles of light what a beautiful sight both of God´s eyes are shining tonight. Rays and beams of incredible dreams and I am a quiet man¨). I often wonder about all the talent,inventions and other good stuff lost forever from young people killed in senseless wars. Buy his music you won´t be sorry.

[seemslikeadream]

17. Your post reminds me of this Kate Bush song - Army dreamers

B.f.p.o.
Army dreamers.
Mammy’s hero.
B.f.p.o.
Mammy’s hero.

Our little army boy
Is coming home from b.f.p.o.
I’ve a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy’s hero.

Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.

What could he do?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didn’t have the money for a guitar.
What could he do?
Should have been a politician.
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do?
Should have been a father.
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.

Tears o’er a tin box.
Oh, jesus christ, he wasn’t to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldn’t win the war with ego.

Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now he’s sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.

What could he do?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didn’t have the money for a guitar.
What could he do?
Should have been a politician.
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do?
Should have been a father.
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh...

(b.f.p.o.)
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
Army dreamers.
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
(mammy’s hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
Army dreamers.
(mammy’s hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
No harm heroes.
(mammy’s hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
Army dreamers.
(mammy’s hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
No harm heroes.

Kate Bush

[seemslikeadream]

32. Beauty and silence both run deep

Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand
I don't talk much I'm a quiet man
Beauty and silence both run deep
And running like crazy while you are alseep


You got news for me,I got nothing for you
Don't pin your blues on me
Just go ahead and do whatever you wish to

Last monday night I saw a fight
Between wednesday and thursday over saturday night
Tuesday asked me what was going on I said,
"sunday's in the meadow and friday's in the corn."

You got news for me,I got nothing for you
Don't pin your blues on me
Just go ahead and do whatever you wish to

Hocus-pocus, maladjusted
Don't you think my tears get rusted
Steady losing means you ain't using
What you really think is right

You got news for me,I got nothing for you
Don't pin your blues on me
Just go ahead and do whatever you wish to

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
Both of god's eyes are shining tonight
Rays and beams of incredible dreams
And I am a quiet man.

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
Both of god's eyes are shining tonight
Rays and beams of incredible dreams
And I am a quiet man.

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
Both of god's eyes are shining tonight
Rays and beams of incredible dreams
And I am a quiet man.


smomfr :hi:

[inchhigh]

15. There's a good lyrics site here

http://www.jpshrine.org/chords/

The songbook from his first album was the only music I had during the first two years I was learning to play the guitar while in the Peace Corps in West Africa.


Edit for spelling

[proud2BlibKansan]

29. Prine is awesome

I've been a fan for years.

[G_j]

10. thanks for this post ..nominated

& John Prine is a favorite.

[marylanddem]

11. More tears of rage & grief - and why do

they keep calling these things "improvised" explosive devices as if the insurgents were a bunch of amateurs
fooling around with chemistry sets?

[Schema Thing]

12. Have you ever noticed...

When you're feeling really good
There's always a pigeon
That'll come shit on your hood

Or you're feeling your freedom
And the world's off your back
Some cowboy from Texas
Starts his own war in Iraq

Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
They lie through their teeth
With their head up their behind
You open up their hearts
And here's what you'll find
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind

[blindpig]

13. Thanks for the reminder...

I knew a Sam Stone, he popped his last balloon 5 1/2 years ago. Just like the song, though it took longer. RIP, Gary.

GODDAMN BU$H TO HELL, WE DON'T NEED ANYMORE SAM STONES.

[dbeach]

18. Country star John Prine slams Bush

the chemperor loves his wars
whadda a heelo

http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/john_prine/some_humans_aint_human.html
"Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm

Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
You open up their hearts
And here's what you'll find
A few frozen pizzas
Some ice cubes with hair
A broken Popsicle
You don't want to go there

Some humans ain't human
Though they walk like we do
They live and they breathe
Just to turn the old screw
They screw you when you're sleeping
They try to screw you blind
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind

You might go to church
And sit down in a pew
Those humans who ain't human
Could be sittin' right next to you
They talk about your family
They talk about your clothes
When they don't know their own ass
From their own elbows

Jealousy and stupidity
Don't equal harmony
Jealousy and stupidity
Don't equal harmony

Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm


Have you ever noticed
When you're feeling really good
There's always a pigeon
That'll come shit on your hood

Or you're feeling your freedom
And the world's off your back
Some cowboy from Texas
Starts his own war in Iraq

Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind
They lie through their teeth
With their head up their behind
You open up their hearts
And here's what you'll find
Some humans ain't human
Some people ain't kind

Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm
Mmmm Mmmm"

http://music.monstersandcritics.com/news/article_1055508.php/Country_star_John_Prine_slams_Bush

Country star John Prine slams Bush
Oct 18, 2005, 3:40 GMT
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Country star John Prine has launched a scathing attack on US President George W Bush, because he can't contain his anger over the war in Iraq.

The Fair And Square hitmaker uses his song Some Humans Ain'T Human to take aim at the American leader, and cites Bush's nearby visit to his Ireland home as the final motivation to voice his distaste.

The lyrics read: "You're feeling freedom and the world's off your back/Some cowboy from Texas starts his own war in Iraq?"

He explains, "I have a place 45 minutes from Shannon. Bush made a visit to Shannon airport and they bought out the entire Irish army to keep the anti-war protesters at bay. I was already totally opposed to the Bush administration but not to the point where I felt like writing a song about it.

"He takes cheap shots, so I thought that one good turn deserved another." "

[dbeach]

19. over 30,000 Iraqi deaths

but tommie gun franks don't do body counts..

Oh Masters of war

[dbeach]

20. masters of war = family bush

"Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead"

lyrics by bob dylan



Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

[seemslikeadream]

23. May God have mercy on their mortal souls

for the death and destruction they have created



No Man Can Find The War


Photographs of guns and flame
Scarlet skull and distant game
Bayonet and jungle grin
Nightmares dreamed by bleeding men
Lookouts tremble on the shore
But no man can find the war

Tape recorders echo scream
Orders fly like bullet stream
Drums and cannons laugh aloud
Whistles come from ashen shroud
Leaders damn the world and roar
But no man can find the war

Is the war across the sea?
Is the war behind the sky?
Have you each and all gone blind:
Is the war inside your mind?

Humans weep at human death
All the talkers lose their breath
Movies paint a chaos tale
Singers see and poets wail
All the world kows the score
But no man can find the war

--tim buckley

[dbeach]

25. well said !!

EVERY high flyer in history has eventually failed
and many have been disgraced ...for their mass murders in the name of their ism's
hitler
stalin mao napolean idi amin
many british monarchs

the list is long

the bush cabals and the bush family itself will be no exception

bush will lose someday and we won't even be bitter...

sick power mongers in need of prayers...

[kliljedahl]

21. I'm going to see him March 10th

bought the tickets yesterday



Keith’s Barbeque Central

[lonestarnot]

26. Lucky you!

[Sydnie]

27. Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore

While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped on my windowshield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I tell her how good I feel.

But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.

Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me,
"If you join the Chrismas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for free."
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I took her up on what he said.
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's forehead.

But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.


Well, I got my windowshield so filled
With flags I couldn't see.
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree.
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...

But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.


This one was always one of my favorites.

[Schema Thing]

28. I love the way he's been introducing this song for the past two years:

He says "This is an old song of mine, I hadn't sung it in a very long time, and figured I'd put it on the shelf and never need to sing it again. But then the president of the United States proved me wrong".

[Sydnie]

31. Wow ... talk about spot on!

I haven't seen him perform live in damn near 30 years. I would love to see him doing all these oldies but relevant again songs live again.