Monday, December 25, 2017
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Frank Mills Chords
C G Am
I met a boy called Frank Mills, on September 12th right here
F C F G C
in front of the Waverly, but unfortunately, I lost his address.
G
He was last seen with his friend,
Am F
a drummer he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles,
C F G C
but he wears his hair tied in a small bow at the back.
Gm F C
I love him, but it embarrasses me to walk down the street with him.
Em Am Em Am G
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere, and he wears his white crash helmet.
C
He has golden chains on his leather jacket,
F C F Am F
and on the back, are written the names Mary and Mom and Hell's Angels.
C G Am F
I would gratefully appreciate it if you see him, tell him
C F G C G
I am in the park with my girlfriend, and please tell him Angela and I
Am F G C
don't want the two dollars back, just him.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Come When I Call You
Come When I Call You
Words by Woody Guthrie, 1949, Music by Lorin Sklamberg (Klezmatics), 2005
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you at half-past one!
One's for the pretty little baby that's
born, born, born and gone away.
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you at half-past two.
Two's for the love of me and you.
One's for the pretty little baby
that's born, born, born and gone away.
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you at half-past three.
Three's for these warships at sea.
Two's for the love of me and you.
One's for the pretty little baby
that's born, born, born and gone away.
Will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you at half-past four.
Four's for the guns of this war.
Three's for these warships at sea.
Two's for the love of me and you.
One's for the pretty little baby
that's born, born, born and gone away.
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you at half-past five.
Five's for these warplanes that fly.
Four's for the guns of this war.
Three's for these warships at sea.
Two's for the love of me and you.
One's for the pretty little baby
that's born, born, born and gone away.
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you at half-past six.
Six for the cities all wrecked.
Five's for these warplanes that fly.
Four's for the guns of this war.
Three's for these warships at sea.
Two's for the love of me and you.
One's for the pretty little baby
that's born, born, born and gone away.
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you at half-past seven.
Seven for continents blowed up.
Six for the cities all wrecked.
Five's for these warplanes that fly.
Four's for the guns of this war.
Three's for these warships at sea.
Two's for the love of me an you.
One's for the pretty little baby
that's born, born, born and gone away.
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you at half-past eight.
Eight for my eight billion graves.
Seven for continents blowed up.
Six for the cities all wrecked.
Five's for these warplanes that fly.
Four's for the guns of this war.
Three's for these warships at sea.
Two's for the love of me and you.
One's for the pretty little baby
that's born, born, born and gone away.
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you at half-past nine.
Nine for the crippled and blind.
Eight for my eight billion graves.
Seven for continents blowed up.
Six for the cities all wrecked.
Five for these warplanes that fly.
Four for the guns of this war.
Three's for these warships at sea.
Two's for the love of me and you.
One's for the pretty little baby
that's born, born, born and gone away.
Oh, will you come when I call you?
I'll come when you call me.
I'll call you half-past ten.
Ten for the atom bomb loose again.
Nine for the crippled and blind.
Eight for my eight billion graves.
Seven for continents blowed up.
Six for the cities all wrecked.
Five's for these warplanes that fly.
Four's for the guns of this war.
Three's for these warships at sea.
Two's for the love of me and you.
One's for the pretty little baby
that's born, born, born and gone away.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Undoing World
Elsewhere, darling, you'll be glancing,
And the night's a river-torrent tearing us apart.
Merely melody entwined us,
Easily the ties that bind us
Break in fibrillations of the heart.
Don't cry out or cling in terror;
Darling, that's a fatal error:
Clinging to somebody you thought you knew was yours.
Dispossession by attrition is a permanent condition
That the wretched modern world endures.
You drift away; you're carried by a stream.
Refugee, a wanderer you roam;
You lose your way, so it will come to seem:
No place in particular is home.
You glance away, your house has disappeared,
The sweater you've been knitting has unpurled.
You live adrift, and everything you feared
Comes to you in this undoing world.
Copper-plated, nailed together, buffeted by ocean weather,
Stands the Queen of Exiles, and our mother she may be.
Hollow-breasted, broken-hearted, watching for her dear departed,
For her children cast upon the sea.
At her back the great idyllic land of Justice
For exilic peoples ponders making justice private property.
Darling, never dream another woman might
Have been your mother:
Someday you may be a refugee.
A refugee, who's running from the wars,
Hiding from the fire-bombs they've hurled;
Eternally, a person out-of-doors,
Desperate in this undoing world.
Mother, for your derelicted
Children from your womb evicted,
Grant us shelter, harbor, solace, safety;
Let us in!
Let us tell you where we traveled,
How our hopes, our lives unraveled,
How unwelcome everywhere we've been.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
YOUR BABY HAS GONE DOWN THE PLUGHOLE
A mother was bathin' her baby one night The youngest of ten, a poor little mite The mother was fat and the baby was fin T'was nawt but a skellington wrapped up in skin The mother turned round for the soap from the rack She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried "Oh, where is my baby?", and the angels replied Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole Your baby has gorn dahn the plug The poor little thing was so skinny and thin He shoulda been bathed in a jug Your baby is perfik'ly happy He won't need no bathin' no more He's workin' his way through the sewers Not lost, just gone on before Your baby has gorn dahn the drainpipe And the chlorine is bad for his eyes He's havin' a swim, and it's healthy for him He needed the exercise Don't worry 'baht 'im, just be 'appy For I know he is suff'rin' no pain Your baby has gorn dahn the plug'ole Let's hope he don't stop up the drain