Thursday, March 21, 2013

ATF: Levon Rigby

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite 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 that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make.  I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Levon
Elton John
Levon wears his war wound like a crown
He calls his child Jesus
'Cause he likes the name
And he sends him to the finest school in town
Levon
Levon likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spend his days counting
In a garage by the motorway

He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day
When the New York Times said God is dead
And the war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today

And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon

Levon sells cartoon balloons in town
His family business thrives
Jesus blows up balloons all day
Sits on the porch swing watching them fly
And Jesus
He wants to go to Venus
Leaving Levon far behind
Take a balloon and go sailing
While Levon
Levon slowly dies

He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day
When the New York Times said God is dead
And the war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today

And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon

He shall be Levon
Levon
Levon
He shall be Levon
He shall be Levon
He shall be Levon



Eleanor Rigby
The Beatles
Ah
Look at all the lonely people
Ah
Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong

Father McKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong

Ah
Look at all the lonely people
Ah
Look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby
Died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Where do they all belong

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4 comments:

  1. Ah the Beatles, proper music.
    Ah Elton John, proper Charlie!

    Actually lots of Elton music was good, he himself is somewhat mixed up.

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  2. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Adullamte!!! Proof of just how naive I was before starting to hang out with people like you is that I had no idea Elton and Liberace were as they were. The same applied to Freddy Mercury and why his band was called "Queen." Sigh.

    Proof of how shocked I still am over it is that I originally started this out as, 'Thanks for stopping by, my dear Elton!!!' On the other hand, it could have been one of those Freudian slips...

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  3. I've always been a fan of Elton John. I prefer to only hear his music though and not actually have to see him :)

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  4. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! Oh, I loved seeing footage of him in concert and his album covers back in the day. For I thought that he was just a nut--not a fruit!

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