Loosely based on an encounter in Dover in 1978. Heavy metal vibe. On the Dover docks one night in the middle of a barroom fight, I heard a man call out, “It’s people like you bringin’ this country down.” And wanting to hear more, I took a step inside the door; And an angry man, […]
Written in Brooklyn in 1976 after reading a TIME magazine article about the execution of three Basque separatists in Hoyo de Manzanares. Winding through the hills on the road to Madrid, The jeeps and vans came to a stop; The morning sun had just begun To warm the mountain tops.
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Saturday, January 27, 2007
Written in about 1976, and based on my ancestor Uncle Hyland Biddle, wounded at the Battle of Shiloh CHORUS: Well, I feel like I’m slippin’ into hell to the sound of a rebel yell; I only want to be a Union hero, Most decorated man at the Battle of Shiloh; But I had to get […]
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Saturday, January 27, 2007
Written around 1974, loosely based on a bus ride to Indianapolis sitting next to a Marine, heading to Columbus to see Karl play with his band at a Smuggler’s Inn One evenin’ feelin’ kinda low, I took the bus to Ohio; To see my brother play in a band at a Holiday Inn; And I […]
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Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Based on a conversation I had with a one-armed man in line at the $2 window at the 1974 Kentucky Derby I met you at the two-dollar window, At the races on a day in July; And I could tell you were a regular winner, By the crazy look you had in your eye.
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Written in Brooklyn, New York, in 1975 Movin’ and groovin’ at the deli, Not exactly sure what I want; Standin’ at the counter, starin’ through the glass, Corned beef is nice, but it ain’t got no class.
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Written at a booth in Deena’s Diner during the summer of 1975. Just outta Jackson, headin’ for Nashville, ‘Cause I’m gonna be a country star, too; When the axel started breakin’ and the van started shakin’, We pulled off on Highway 22.
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Written around 1975 after seeing a Humane Society film on stray dogs Stray dog, stray dog, Let me take you home where it’s warm; Stray dog, stray dog, Come on in from the storm.
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Written in 1974, based on an overheard conversation between a couple in a restaurant. CHORUS: I feel you slippin’ through my finger, And maybe that’s the way it has to be; But let’s stop the car right here, Have another cup of coffee, And tell me why you’re breakin’ up with me.
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Written in about 1975 I can go for months without once ever thinkin’ of you; And then it’s hit me, The feelin’ will grip me again.
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