ATF: Old School

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Johnny Cash]

A Boy Named Sue

Johnny Cash

Well my daddy left home

When I was three

And he didn’t leave much

To ma and me

Just this old guitar

And an empty bottle of booze

Now I don’t blame him

‘Cause he run and hid

But the meanest thing

That my daddy ever did

Was before he left

He went and named me Sue

Well he must of thought that it was quite a joke

And it got a lot of laughs from a lot of folks

It seems I had to fight my whole life through

Some gal would giggle

And I’d turn read

And some guy’d laugh

And I’d bust his head

I tell ya

Life ain’t easy

For a boy named Sue

Well I grew up quick

And I grew up mean

My fist got hard

And my wits got keen

I’d roam from town to town

To hide my shame

But I made me a vow

To the moon and stars

That I’d search the honky-tonks

And bars

And kill that man that give me

That awful name

Well it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I just hit town and my throat was dry

I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew

At an old saloon on a street of mud

There at a table dealing stud

Sat the dirty mangy dog that named me Sue

Well I knew that snake my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother had

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye

He was big and bent

And gray and old

And I looked at him

And my blood ran cold

And I said

My name is Sue

How do you do

Now you’re gonna die

Well I hit him hard right between the eyes

And he went down but to my surprise

He come up with a knife

And cut off a piece of my ear

Then I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed though the wall and into the street

Kickin’ and a-gougin’

In the mud

And the blood

And the beer

Well I tell ya

I’ve fought tougher men

But I really can’t remember when

He kicked like a mule

And he bit like a crocodile

Well I heard him laugh

And then I heard him cuss

He went for his gun

And I pulled mine first

He stood there lookin’ at me

And I saw him smile

And he said

Son this world is rough

And if a man’s gonna make it

He’s gotta be tough

And I know I wouldn’t be there to help ya along

So I gave ya a name and I said goodbye

I knew you’d have to get tough or die

And it’s that name that helped to make you strong

He said

Now you just fought one hell of a fight

And I know you hate me

And you got the right to kill me now

And I wouldn’t blame you if you do

But ya ought to thank me before I die

For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

‘Cause I’m the son of a bitch that named you Sue

Well I got all choked up

And I threw down my gun

And I called him my pa

And he called me his son

And I came away with a different

Point of view

And I think about him

Now and then

Every time I try

And every time I win

And if I ever have a

Well if I ever have a boy

I think I’m gonna name him

Frank

Or George

Or Bill

Or Tom

Anything but Sue

I don’t want him going ‘round

Being called Sue all of his life

That’s a horrible thing

To do to a boy

Link: [Blondie]

Rapture

Blondie

Toe to toe

Dancing very close

Barely breathing

Almost comatose

Wall to wall

People hypnotized

And they're stepping

Lightly

Hang each night in

Rapture

Back to back

Sacroiliac

Spineless movement

And a wild attack

Face to face

Sadly solitude

And it's finger popping

Twenty-four hour shopping

In rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly

DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind

Flash is fast

Flash is cool

Francois sais pas

Flashe' no do

And you don't stop

Sure shot

Go out to the parking lot

And you get in your car

And drive real far

And you drive all night

And then you see a light

And it comes right down

And lands on the ground

And out comes

A man from Mars

And you try to run

But he's got a gun

And he shoots you dead

And he eats your head

And then you're in

The man from Mars

You go out at night

Eatin' cars

You eat Cadillacs

Lincolns too

Mercurys

And Subarus

And you don't stop

You keep on eatin' cars

Then when there's no more cars

You go out at night

And eat up bars

Where the people meet

Face to face

Dance cheek to cheek

One to one

Man to man

Dance toe to toe

Don't move too slow

'Cause the man from Mars

Is through with cars

He's eatin' bars

Yeah

Wall to wall

Door to door

Hall to hall

He's gonna eat 'em all

Rapture

Be pure

Take a tour through the sewer

Don't strain your brain

Paint a train

You'll be singin' in the rain

I said

Don't stop

Do punk rock

Well now you see

What you wanna be

Just have your party on TV

'Cause the man from Mars

Won't eat up bars

Where the TV's on

Now he's gone back up to space

Where he won't have a hassle with the human race

And you hip-hop

And you don't stop

Just blast off

Sure shot

'Cause the man from Mars

Stopped eatin' cars

And eatin' bars

And now he only eats guitars

Get up

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