Lyrics for the Day – Uncle John’s Band

Back to the peak of rock music — late ’60’s to about ’72

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Well the first days are the hardest days
Don’t you worry any more,
‘Cause when life looks like Easy Street
There is danger at your door
Think this through with me
Let me know your mind
Wo oh, what I want to know
Is are you kind
 
It’s a buck dancer’s choice my friend
Better take my advice.
You know all the rules by now
And the fire from the ice
Will you come with me
Won’t you come with me
Wo oh, what I want to know
Will you come with me
 
Goddamn, well I declare
Have you seen the like
Their walls are built of cannonballs
Their motto is Don’t tread on me
Come hear Uncle John’n Band
Playing to the tide
Come, with me, or go alone
He’s come to take his children home
 
It’s the same story the crow told me
It’s the only one he knows
Like the morning sun you come
And like the wind you go
Ain’t no time to hate
Barely time to wait
Wo oh, what I want to know
Where does the time go
 
I live in a silver mine
And I call it Beggar’s Tomb
I got me a violin
And I beg you call the tune
Anybody’s choice
I can hear your voice
Wo oh, what I want to know
How does the song go
 
Come hear Uncle John’s Band
By the riverside
Got some things to talk about
Here beside the rising tide
 
Come hear Uncle John’s Band
Playing to the tide
Come on along, or go alone
He’s come to take his children home
 
Wo oh, what I want to know
How does the song go
 
Come hear Uncle John’s Band
By the riverside
Got some things to talk about
Here beside the rising tide
Come hear Uncle John’s Band
Playing to the tide
Come on along, or go alone
He’s come to take his children home
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Lyrics for the Day – Tuesday Afternoon

Now why did I choose this one? I guess it doesn’t matter to me…

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Tuesday
Afternoon
I’m just beginning to see
Now I’m on my way
It doesn’t matter to me
Chasing the clouds away

Something
Calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh

I’m looking at myself
Reflections of my mind
It’s just the kind of day to leave myself behind
So gently swaying thru the fairy-land of love
If you’ll just come with me and see the beauty of

Tuesday afternoon
Tuesday afternoon

Tuesday
Afternoon
I’m just beginning to see
Now I’m on my way
It doesn’t matter to me
Chasing the clouds away

Something
Calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh

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Lyrics for the day (Monday) – Bang the Drum All Day

Well, it’s not just on Monday…

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I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
Ever since I was a tiny boy
I don’t want no candy
I don’t need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing ’til I got
Blisters on my hand because

I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
Yes I do
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
That’s right

When I get older they think I’m a fool
The teacher told me I should stay after school
She caught me pounding on the desk with my hands
But my licks were so hot
I made the teacher wanna dance
And that’s why
I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
And why not?
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
I wanna bang on it

Listen to this
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated
The boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum
Like it was the boss’s head
Because
I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
Bang, bang
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
I can bang on that drum

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Lyrics for the Day – In My Hour of Darkness

It’s Emmylou’s 69th birthday and she even got writing credits on this classic with Gram Parsons

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In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh Lord, grant me vision
Oh, Lord, grant me speed
Once I knew a young man
Went driving through the night
Miles and miles without a word
But just his high beam lights
Who’d have ever thought they’d build
Such a deadly Denver bend
To be so strong
To take so long
As it would till the end
 
In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh Lord, grant me vision
Oh, Lord, grant me speed
 
Another young man safely strummed
His silver stringed guitar
And he played to people everywhere
Some say he was a star
But he was just a country boy
His simple songs confess
And the music he had in him
So very few possess
 
In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh Lord, grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed
 
Then there was an old man
Kind and wise with age
And he read me just like a book
And he never missed a page
And I loved him like my father
And I loved him like my friend
And I knew his time could shortly come
But I did not know just when
 
In my hour of darkness
In my time of need
Oh Lord, grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed
Oh Lord, grant me vision
Oh, Lord grant me speed
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Lyrics for the Day – Just A Little

Another classic sad song for both the all-time Sad Song list and the CRY theme CD

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I can’t stay
Yes I know
You know I
Hate to go
But goodbye
Love was sweet
Our worlds can
Never meet
So I’ll cry just a little cause I love you so
And I’ll die just a little cause I have to go
Away…
 
Can’t you see
How I feel
When I say
Love’s unreal
So goodbye
It’s been sweet
Even though
Incomplete
So I’ll cry just a little cause I love you so
And I’ll die just a little cause i have to go
Away…
 
Every night
I still hear
All your sighs
Very clear
Now love’s gone
Gone away
As I once
Heard you say
Now I’ll cry just a little cause I love you so
And I’ll die just a little cause i have to go
Away…
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Lyrics for the Day – The Intro and the Outro

OK, you have to hear this to get the full effect. We played it to death in college daze…

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Hi there, nice to be with you
Happy you could stick around
Like to introduce, “Legs” Larry Smith, drums
And, Sam Spoons, rhythm pole
And, Vernon Dudley Bohay-Nowell, bass guitar
And, Neil Innes, piano
Come in, Rodney Slater, on the saxophone
With, Roger Ruskin Spear, on tenor sax
Hi, Vivian Stanshall, trumpet
Big hello to, big John Wayne, xylophone
And, Robert Morley, guitar
Billy Butlin, spoons
And, looking very relaxed
Adolf Hitler, on vibes.
Nnnice!
Princess Anne, on sousaphone
Introducing, Liberace, clarinet
With, Garner “Ted” Armstrong on vocals
Lord Snooty and his pals, tap dancing
In the groove with, Harold Wilson, violin
And, Franklin McCormack, on harmonica
Over there, Eric Clapton, ukulele
Hi Eric!
On my left, Sir Kennth Clark, bass sax
A great honor, sir
And specially flown in for us
A sessions gorilla, on vox humana
Nice to see, Incredible Shrinking Man, on euphonium
Drop out with, Peter Scott, on duck call
Hearing from you later, Casanova, on horn
Digging, General de Gaulle, on accordion
Really wild, General!
Thank you, sir
Roy Rogers, on Trigger
Tune in, Wild Man of Borneo, on bongos
Count Basie Orchestra on triangle
Thank you.
Great to hear, the Rawlinsons, on trombone
Back from his recent operation, Dan Druff, harp
And representing the flower people
Quasimodo, on bells
Wonderful to hear, Brainiac, on banjo
We welcome, Val Doonican, as himself
Very appealing, Max Jaffa,
Mmm, that’s nice, Max!
What a team, Zebra Kid and Horace Batchelor, on percussion
And a great favorite, and a wonderful performer
Of all of us here, J. Arthur Rank, on gong
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