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1. Listen to your music, listen to your song, Can't tap my foot, never sing along, Noises that yer makin' chill my blood. Gravel and mud! Gravel and mud! Noise on top of noise! Noise on top of noise! Gravel and mud! Gravel and mud!
2. Bass is full of rumble, treble full of hiss, Wonder if I'll tumble to the words I miss, Noises that yer makin' sound like crud. Gravel and mud! Gravel and mud! Noise on top of noise! Noise on top of noise! Gravel and mud! Gravel and mud!
3. Monophonic melody leaves me wond'rin' if it rocks. Sounds like you were poundin' on a cardboard box. Could've been wecowded by Elmer Fudd. You wascally wabbit, ooo, gwavel and mud. Noise on top of noise! Noise on top of noise! Gravel and mud! Gravel and mud!
4. Used to you could do it but you' lost the touch. Maybe you been playin' with yourself too much. Cause it's you on top of you as you whack your... guitar. Gravel! Gravel and Mud! Noise on top of Noise! Noise on top of Noise! Gravel and Mud! Gravel and Mud!
Mindful Webworks | Short and Tall Tales | Gravel and Mud, page 2
5. Quality recordings, heard 'em before. I know you can do it, a time or two or more, But this noise on top of noise when you overdud, Gravel and mud! Gravel and mud! Noise on top of noise! Noise on top of noise! Gravel and mud! Gravel and mud!
6. Crazy clever English, play guitar like the King, Poundin' out the good licks; the boy knows how to sing. But when yer reel-to-reelin' really starts to unravel, Mud and Gravel! Mud and Gravel! Noise on top of noise! Noise on top of noise! Gravel and mud! Gravel and mud!
7. Before you get bent out of shape because of what I said, You ought to know yer crummy tape's been wearin' down my head! I wouldn't be quite so concerned about your wayward soul If you didn't act like you were God's gift to ROCK AND ROLL! When it's just noise on top of noise! Noise on top of noise! It's not ROCK AND ROLL BABY ROCK AND ROLL! NOISE ON TOP OF NOISE! NOISE ON TOP OF NOISE! NOISE ON TOP OF NOISE! NOISE ON TOP OF NOISE! NOISE ON TOP OF NOISE ON TOP OF NOISE ON TOP OF NOISE ON TOP OF ROCK AND ROLL BABY ROCK AND ROLL! (carry on frantically with much prancing about until exhausted)
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1.
Cm Db C
There's harder times a-comin'.
Cm Db C
Yes, they're just around the bend.
Cm Db C
Tunnel lookin' darker
Bb7 Cm
For the light down at the end.
When everyone is screamin'
for a handout from you friend,
I doubt they'll have the time to hear
the pearls that you extend.
2. You lay it on real heavy with the logic you employ You're laying up your treasure where the moth and rust destroy. You are gonna find no pleasure in the things you now enjoy. You will starve in your abundance and you paid for every toy.
3. When the ones you thought were friendly turn upon you and attack, Will you have another cheek or will you have to hit them back? They will pilfer from your garden to make up for what they lack. When you're hungry in a mansion they'll be sated in a shack.
Mindful Webworks | Short and Tall Tales | Harder Times Again, page 2
4. You won't find a place to hide, 'cause you've been hidden all along. You won't find a secret strength. You have no muscle to be strong. What you never thought you'd do because you knew it would be wrong You will peddle on the streets and you will sell it for a song.
And depending on the hope or hopelessness of the moment...
5. I am headin' for the country where I hope to make a stand. I am gonna dig the dirt and get to know a piece of land. When my friends all come together we will be a country band. When the hardest times are over maybe then we'll understand.
Performed in Mindful Webworkshop Episode #9, 2016 Oct 7
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It's what every songsmith wishes to write. Or is it? An old quasi-political crooning.
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F Em
I have always wanted
Dm Cmaj7
To write you all THE SONG.
F Em
The song to stir your soul
Dm Em
Right our every wrong
Dmin7 Cmaj7
The song you'd never forget
Dmin7 Cmaj7
The song you'd wish you had written
F Bb C
I wish this were The Great American Song
2.
Am G
You'd hear strains of Guthrie
F G
Of Adderly and Keyes
Fmaj7 Em7
Of Scott and Janis Joplin
Dm7 Em7
Quite a few from overseas
Fmaj7 Em7
The song to stir up your heart
Fmaj7 Em7
By muses I'd be smitten
F Bb C
I wish this were The Great American Song
Mindful Webworks | Short and Tall Tales | The Great American Song, page 2
3. C It would sell more copies than D "I Want to Hold Your Hand." E Retire with cash and fame Am Power at my command! F The song to put into neon! Em The song to become a religion! Dm Bb C I wish this were That Great American Song
4.
Ab
When the song and I are famous
A
I run for King of Earth
Bb
At my glorious coronation
C#3 C
I realize what it's worth
Am
The song to conquer people
G
("Of course, that would be wrong.")
F
I'm just as glad this isn't
G F Ab Bb C
The Great American Song
["Oh Beautiful, for spacious skies..."]
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1.
F Gm
O! I hope we're not late for the theater
Bb F
O! I hope we're not late for the bar
Bb
O! I hope we're not late for the restaurant
F C F
But if we are, we are.
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F Gm
O! I hope we don't get in a car wreck
Bb F
O! I hope we're not stopped by the fuzz
Bb
O! I hope that our car doesn't run out of gas
F C F
But if it does, it does.
3.
F Gm
O! I hope we weren't....
Bb F
O! I hope we weren't....
Bb
O! I hope we weren't....
F C F
But if we were, we were.
2016 Sep 23: Performed in Mindful Webworkshop Episode #7.
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1.
F
I just had a waffle,
and I'm really feelin' awful!
Think that waffle had an awful
C
lotta mold.
Gm7
My pat of butter wouldn't melt.
I think I know just how it felt.
That moldy awful waffle really
F
felt cold.
2. My maple syrup I insist, 'll tell you musta turned to crystal, 'cause the jug I lug around won't even pour. And now this crummy fork of mine has broken for the final tine and I can't use it for the what the fork it's for.
3. My chin was wet with spittle when I spied the peanut brittle with a taste I mighta died for in my youth. But when I gave a chunk a try it turned out mighty hard and dry and now I got that crummy stuff stuck in my tooth.
4. I had to melt away the toffee so I poured a cup of coffee. It did the job. I also burnt my tongue. You wonder why I screamed and flailed? It made me yell, and I inhaled. There's moldy toffee coffee waffles in my lung!
Performed in Mindful Webworkshop #4
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