Got this idea one time, then forgot it. Try
to write a thing using as best one can…just the titles of songs. Well,
yep…a feather got caught up the Owl’s Nose ( beak…grin), and this is
what was sneezed out. For the record…it is about 95 percent spoken in
the order that the songs were heard at the time I was listening and
decided or was cattle prodded into writing it. No…its not good, and I
was not trying for good – that is far beyond me. For me, it was fun and
utterly futile: what better reason to do a thing?
Please note –
unless you are about the same age as me (too close to 62), or a real fan
of true Oldies…then, more than likely the following will truly bite
swamp gas on the night of a Full Moon. Come to think of it,
had fun, hope you do as well. And if I mess up a typo or a word
to a title here and there…use the Mind Over Matter Equation…If you don’t
mind … it don’t matter.
After all, much
of it I tried to do in the order and as I heard them…hey!
That ain’t easy for a High School graduate!!! - Snow
A last thing
– if you see me repeat a title, oh well – you try this sometime! LOL
How do I sing this song –
With Tears On My Pillow –
Or do The Twist –
With Mack the Knife?
People say Memories Are Made of This –
Or are we The Great Pretender –
With Lipstick On Your Collar –
Not realizing that Moody River always
I once was a Johnny Be Good –
Looking for Love Potion # Nine –
But through 40 Miles of Bad Road –
All I got was Poison Ivy.
Sweet Little Sixteen, we were –
Did we have to become a Rock N Roll Waltz,
Leaving behind the Teen Angel –
And the Tall Paul?
I once Heard It Through The Grape Vine
I Can Cry If I Want To –
But you can take the T-Bird Away –
I will yet have the Little Nash Rambler.
Love Me Tender –
Or leave me with a Pink Carnation and a White
Sports Coat –
I will not Sit Right Down And Cry Over You
The Wayward Wind calls.
Chantilly Lace is fine –
But 'tis Bye Bye Love –
If I need to, I will Wake Up Little Suzie
'Cause I live in A Town Without Pity.
Oh Boy – When you’re with me Buddy
So sad, What A Wonderful World It Could Be
But while there were Two Girls For Every Boy
in Surf City –
I drowned in The Sea of Love.
Perhaps I’m Just Running Scared –
Though it could be The Summertime Blues
But all the ladies just – Turn Me Loose
Seems I am always Crying In The Chapel.
Gee Whiz…Get A Job? I would rather be –
A Rubber Ball –
Young Blood –
Just standing there –
Waiting…Doing a Sleep Walk.
Oh, I’m The Type of Guy – The Wanderer
This true but still I seek Suzie Q.
It matters not, Where or When –
We all are, at one time – the Runaway.
Further On Up The Road, who can say?
One will see Moon Over Kentucky,
Will ever go with a Bird Dog –
Forever, Wanting You.
Who is there? Pledging My Love –
I speak and nothing left –
But surviving In Dreams –
Still – I Want To Walk You Home.
Slow Down people speak –
But all I see is The Great Pretender
And I wonder, who is the little Rubber Ball?
Deadman’s Curve, if you seek the Truth.
There’s a Moon Out Tonight –
Can you see a River of No Return?
This Magic Moment –
Is the Book of Love –
And you can Rave On –
But The Lion Sleeps Tonight.
Even as I’m Walking To New Orleans –
What A Wonderful World It Could Be –
If men were not destined to say There Goes My
Or fated to Tear Drops On My Pillow?
We live in a Sea of Love –
Only to end up remembering Puppy Love –
Rama Lama Ding Dong –
No matter the generation we remain in
Folsom Prison Blues, we all live there
In a place even Angel Baby can not
We do it because of the Little Blue Man
And fear of Wolverton Mountain.
Can you speak to me of Mountains High and
Sure you can, everyone one has Smoke (that)
Gets In Your Eyes.
Sad Movies Make Me Cry –
And that is what we live, even if Its Not For
Me To Say.
We better learn we travel on a Mystery Train
And find a Detour –
Else we find a never ending 40 Miles of Bad
And The Twist will be the least we