Friday Mental Massage: From Bacon to iPods

For the first time in a long time, today actually feels like a Friday. I don’t feel like doing anything that resembles work. I will, of course, but I don’t think I’m going to work too hard. In fact, I don’t think I’m going to work too hard here, either. So, here’s a quick week in review and a fun music meme to put a period on the week.

Good thoughts for a friend in the hospital

L’il Otis Turns Three

The Devon Epps Story

Bacon

Finally, as I’ve said before, I don’t much cotton to memes, but the one BadBlood tried yesterday sounded like fun. Turn on your iPod, set to shuffle, and record the first few lines of the first 20 songs that play. I also don’t much cotton to the supernatural forces folks, but I do have a special relationship with my iPod. It has days where it really gets me and knows where my head wants to go musically. When I turned on the Pod, this is what it spit out. It made for a good session. It took me on a ride that ranged from childhood listening, through college, through my post-college party days, and into whatever it is I am now. In short, a good shuffle. Some of the songs will be completely obvious to many of you. Others may be a bit more obscure. If any of them pique your interest and you want to know more about them, hit me in the comments and I might dedicate a post to this list. I think you’d all enjoy just about every band I heard play.

1.Carrie, darlin’, Carrie. Carrie Brown I cried. If I can’t marry Carrie Brown, believe I’d rather die. Believe I’d rather die, boys. Believe I’d rather die.

2. The memory of a miner, dragged himself to work, worked himself to death, working for someone else. We follow each other around on shaky ground.

3. You with your fast and fur-lined mind, with your disregard of time

4. This song is sung for anyone that’s listening. This song is for the broken spirited man.

5. I’m a fool to want you, such a fool to want you, to want love that can’t be true.

6. Jack Can’t Cook, Jack Can’t Cook, Jack Can’t Cook, Jack Can’t Cook, you can’t tell the story by the cover of a book, so don’t judge Jack, ’cause Jack Can’t Cook.

7. Brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors. I am in the hallway singing to the troubadours.

8. A man stood in the shadows, his face was dripping sweat. He took a break from running, but wasn’t done yet.

9. If the rainbow was a roller coaster, I could ride it for free.

10. Meet me down on the railroad track, wear your hair high like a haystack, jump on in boxcar number nine, he’ll take us out past the county line.

11. Oh, can you hear me? Oh, can you, can you hear me? I have come from the grave, I have spared no shame.

12. When I was a child, my family would travel down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born. There’s backwards old town that’s often remembered, so many times that my memories are worn.

13. Now here we go dropping science, dropping it all over, like bumping around the town like when you’re driving a Range Rover.

14. I never shoulda drank that tequila. I should’ve stayed with the beer. I took the first shot and like it or not, I couldn’t stop ’til I landed right here.

15. Where did your long hair go? Where is the girl I used to know? How could you lose that happy glow?

16. (No lyrics) “In Memory of Elizabeth Reed.”

17. When this was is over, it will be a better day. When this war is over, it will be a better day, but it won’t bring back those poor boys in their graves.

18. The thrill is gone. The thrill is gone away.

19. A long time forgotten, her dreams just fell by the way and the good life he promised ain’t what she’s livin today.

20. Got a tow from a guy named Joe. Cost $60, hope I don’t run out of dough. Told me about a sex offense put him three days in jail. I’m stuck in Indianapolis, hope I live to tell the tale.

Labels: Mental Massage, Music