A very old friend came by today
‘Cause he was telling everyone in town
About the love that he just found
And Marie’s the name of his latest flame
He talked and talked and I heard him say
That she had the longest blackest hair
The prettiest green eyes anywhere
And Marie’s the name of his latest flame
Though I smiled the tears inside were a-burning
I wished him luck and then he said goodbye
He was gone but still his words kept returning
What else was there for me to do but cry
Would you believe that yesterday
This girl was in my arms and swore to me
She’d be mine eternally
And Marie’s the name of his latest flame
In a series of beautifully crafted albums, acoustic guitarist, composer and GRAMMY nominee Russ Barenberg has created an “exquisitely original” and enduring body of work that joyously integrates bluegrass, jazz, and American/Celtic fiddle and dance traditions. His latest release, When at Last, which also features Russ’s sparkling mandolin playing, was nominated for a GRAMMY for “Best Country Instrumental Performance” and for the International Bluegrass Music Association “Instrumental Album of the Year” award.
A police car and a screaming siren
Pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete
A baby wailing, a stray dog howling
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking
That’s entertainment, that’s entertainment
A smash of glass and the rumble of boots
An electric train and a ripped up phone booth
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tom cat
Lights going out and a kick in the balls
I say that’s entertainment, that’s entertainment
Days of speed and slow time Mondays
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday
Watching the news and not eating your tea
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls
I say that’s entertainment, that’s entertainment
Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol
An amateur band rehearse in a nearby yard
Watching the telly and thinking ’bout your holidays
That’s entertainment, that’s entertainment
Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume
A hot summers day and sticky black tarmac
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away
That’s entertainment, that’s entertainment
Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight
Two lovers missing the tranquillity of solitude
Getting a cab and travelling on buses
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs
There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name was nancy
Her face was nothing fancy
She left a trail of happiness and misery
I loved her
Everybody loved her
She loved everyone and gave them good return
I tried to take her
I even tried to break her
She said, i ain’t for takin’ won’t you ever learn
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
I spent my money as i took my turn
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
Ooh, i got a strange kind of woman, yes i have
She looked like a raver
But i could never please her
On wednesday mornings boy you can’t go far
I couldn’t get her
But things got better, she said
Saturday nights from now on, baby, you’re my star
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
I spent my money as i took my turn
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
Ooh, i got a strange kind of woman
Ooh, my soul, i love you
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
I spent my money as i took my turn
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
Ooh, i got a strange kind of woman, yes i have
She finally said she loved me
I wed her in a hurry
No more callers and i glow with pride
I’m dreaming
I feel like screaming
I won my woman just before she died
I want you, i need you, i gotta be near you
I spent my money as i took my turn
I want you, i need you, ha ha ha
Ooh, i had a strange kind of woman, yeah
She was so fat
She was the worst thing you’ve ever seen
A comedian rants about how much it sucks to play Pachelbel’s Canon in D on a cello. Recorded live at Penn State, this piece by comedian/musician Rob Paravonian has been a favorite on the Dr. Demento Show.
I remember firelight
And a softness in the words
I remember laughter
I remember feelin’ sure
I remember long walks…
When all would be revealed
Tellin’ all our deepest secrets
Nothing was concealed
Walkin’ through the sunshine
Through the mornin’ dew
I remember me and you
On days, on days when the rain would come
Days, days when the rain would come
(I’m used to?) blue skies in winter
Flaming trees in fall
Magic golden summers
I think we had ‘em all
Out along the shoreline
Between the sea and sand
(Driving?) in the cool dark waters
Or walking hand in hand
Something really special
Something you could feel
Something you could count on that was real
On days, on days when the rain would come
Days, days, days when the rain would come
Something really special
Something you could feel
Something you could count on that was real
On days, days when the rain would come
Days, days, days when the rain would come
Oh, when the rain would come
Yeah, when the rain would come
