Dormouse wrote: ↑05 Oct 2021, 17:50
Just had a trawl back through the Pickled Egg Jukebox to see how it all started. Magic!
I'll drink to that!
Cheers.
Hope you enjoyed the cartoon strips Have an old engine oil on me
It's carbon and monoxide
The ole Detroit perfume
It hangs on the highways
In the morning
And it lays you down by noon
Oh Papa Hobo
You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy
But I feel like a clown
It's a natural reaction I learned
In this basketball town
Sweep up
I been sweeping up the tips I've made
I been living on Gatorade
Planning my getaway
Detroit, Detroit
Got a hell of a hockey team
Got a left-handed way
Of making a man sign up on that
Automotive dream, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh Papa Papa Hobo
Could you slip me a ride?
Well, it's just after breakfast
I'm in the road
And the weatherman lied
Prompted by Neil's 'All Our Yesterdays' post.
Should have been this one though.
In my little town
I grew up believing
God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord, I recall my little town Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates of the factories
My mom doing the laundry
Hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze
And after it rains there's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there
It's just imagination they lack
Everything's the same back in my little town
My little town, my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
In my little town
I never meant nothing, I was just my father's son, hmm-hmm
Saving my money
Dreamin' of glory
Twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun
Really nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Bit of Neapolitan, as well as the "benny Hill Tune" for his chimes, "Funiculi Funicula" rang out from his world record breaking electric ice cream van...
I have a second laptop just serving up YouTube videos - the sound output from the main one has gone bad.
It is throwing up some very interesting stuff. Very little crap too.
This just came on - far from my favourite Roxy song - I usually skip it but the visuals are fascinating.
My brother in law saw them turn up at the working men's club, over the road from his shop, just dressed like anyone else, then changed before the show.
He met Bryan later - he had been up the street to buy cakes and pies from Botham's.
These days I watch Bryan's shows with the delectable saxophonist Jorja Chalmers playing with them.