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Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)

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A BOY NAMED SUE
BEANS TASTE FINE
BOTTOMLESS WELL
DIET SONG
FOLK SINGER'S BLUES
HEY NELLY NELLY
IN THE HILLS OF SHILOH
IT DOES NOT PAY TO BE HIP
LITTLE GREEN BUTTONS
LIVING LEGEND
LONNIGAN'S WIDOW
OUR HOUSE (ALWAYS WELCOME ...)
PLASTIC
QUEEN OF THE SILVER DOLLAR
SINGIN' IN THE KITCHEN
TESTING THE BOMB
THE UGLIEST MAN IN TOWN
THE WAVES ROLL OUT
THE WINNER
THREE LEGGED MAN
UNICORNS (GREEN ALLIGATORS)
VANILLA
VEGEMATIC
WINNER
YOUR TIME'S COMIN'


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Subject: Shel Silverstein
From: rich r
Date: 10 May 99 - 10:52 PM

Shel Silverstein, author of such acclaimed children's books as "A Light in the Attic" and "Where the Sidewalk Ends," was found dead in his home early Monday. He was 66.

Mr. Silverstein was born in Chicago and began his career as a writer and cartoonist for Playboy in 1952. He later served in the U.S. military in Japan and Korea, where he was a cartoonist for the Pacific Stars and Stripes. But he was best known for his light and irreverant children's poetry -- packed with colorful characters like walruses with braces and camels in brassieres -- and humorous illustrations.

Mr. Silverstein won numerous awards for his work, including the Michigan Young Readers Award for "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1981). His other books include "The Giving Tree" (1964), "Falling Up" (1981), "A Light in the Attic" (1981), "The Missing Piece" (1982) and "The Missing Piece Meets the Big O" (1982).

He was also was a celebrated lyricist, publishing numerous songs including Johnny Cash's "A Boy named Sue," Loretta Lynn's "One's on the Way" and the folk songs "Unicorn" and "25 Minutes to Go."

Text from Salon Magazine.

rich r


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: campfire
Date: 10 May 99 - 10:58 PM

Thank you for the news - I hadn't heard.

I believe he also wrote a hilarious song about a "Three legged man with a two legged woman being chased around the world by a one legged fool" - A friend of mine performs that often.

campfire


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Cap't Bob
Date: 10 May 99 - 11:37 PM

Sorry to hear about Shel Silverstein. A man with a great sense of humor.

Anyone interested in his songs should try to locate a song book called DIRTY FEET, A Collection of Songs by Shel Silverstein. It contains a great number of interesting songs such as Bury Me In My Shades, The Three Legged Man, A Boy Named Sue, The Unicorn, Boa Constrictor (I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor) the kids really get a kick out of that one.

The list goes on, probably around 135 of his songs. My book has a copyright date of l969 by Hollis Music, Inc., New York, NY.

Cap't Bob


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: katlaughing
Date: 10 May 99 - 11:49 PM

Here's a little more from the Washington Post (I cut out the duplicated parts):

Kid's Author Shel Silverstein Dies Monday, May 10, 1999; 9:46 p.m. EDT

KEY WEST, Fla. (AP) -- Shel Silverstein, the author of such acclaimed children's books as ``A Light in the Attic'' and ``Where the Sidewalk Ends,'' was found dead Monday morning of a heart attack. He was 66.

Silverstein had severe coronary artery disease. Friends said he had recently complained of an upset stomach and ``didn't feel quite right,'' said Associate Medical Examiner Dr. Richard Eicher.

Two cleaning women discovered Silverstein's body in the bedroom of his home Monday. Eicher said he could have died Sunday or Monday.

``It's a devastating loss,'' said his longtime friend and lawyer Sheldon Vidibor of Los Angeles. ``I'm numb.''

Vidibor described him as ``the sweetest brightest man that I know, good to everybody, loyal, loving. He's a wonderful person, a wonderful human being. It goes without saying incredibly talented.''

Silverstein's characters in ``A Light in the Attic'' include Mrs. McTwitter, the Gink and the Dragon of Grindly Grun. Mrs. McTwitter is the baby sitter, who's ``a little bit crazy. She thinks a baby sitter's supposed to sit upon the baby.''

The quick-digesting Gink is a giant lizard who swallows some children, and the fire-breathing dragon complains that ``lunches aren't very much fun. For I like my damsels medium rare and they ALWAYS come out well done.''

The Giving Tree celebrates 35 years in publication this fall. Silverstein won numerous awards for his work including the Michigan Young Readers Award for ``Where the Sidewalk Ends.''

In the poem ``Hug O' War,'' from ``Where the Sidewalk Ends,'' Silverstein describes his favorite game:

``I'd rather play at hug o' war,

Where everyone hugs

Instead of tugs,

Where everyone giggles

And rolls on the rug,

Where everyone kisses,

And everyone grins,

And everyone cuddles,

And everyone wins...''

Children find his poems ``exciting and fun -- they're silly,'' said Jaime Johnson, children's librarian at the Coral Gables Library. ``He was different than Dr. Seuss. It had to do more with reality ... he used things kids knew.''

Before turning to children's poetry, Silverstein wrote verse for adults only. His career began as a writer and cartoonist for Playboy magazine in 1952.

Survivors include his 15-year-old son, Mathew.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: John Hindsill
Date: 11 May 99 - 12:01 AM

One of my favorite SS songs was "What Do Ya Do If You're Young, and White & Jewish" about a boy who wants to become a folk singer and the only levee he knows is the Levy who lives down the block.
I'll miss his wit. And soo young.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: ddw in windsor
Date: 11 May 99 - 12:18 AM

didn't mean to duplicate threads... It looks like I was typing mine while Rich was filing his. Shel Silverstine is truly a loss.

ddw


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: gargoyle
Date: 11 May 99 - 12:24 AM

One of my favorites ... recited by a young friend:

There's too many kids in the tub
There's too many elbows to scrub
I just washed a behind
I'm sure wasn't mine,
There's too many kids in the tub

His contributions are GREAT.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Helen
Date: 11 May 99 - 01:22 AM

A friend of mine got me interested in Shel's songs (for adults) and one of my favourites is the one about the lonely man who invents or gets a mechanical woman. Everything goes well for a while (the perfect woman, perfect housekeeper etc) but after that she starts getting more personality, and becomes less "perfect" in the man's estimation.

The line I like is:

"She never does what she's 'sposed-ter (supposed to) and now she's run off with the toaster"

Sorry to hear of his passing, and it is only here that I have found out about his other talents. Helen


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Barbara
Date: 11 May 99 - 02:28 AM

Rudy Felch knew how to belch
Better than anyone ever did
My sister says that Rudy Felch
is an ugly vulgar nasty kid
And when he dies will go to hell
or China or somewhere. Now
every night I pray that before he dies
he'll show me how.

Or something like that, the book's in the house, and I'm not.
Blessings,
a frantically sewing and glueing Barbara
we open the 14th.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Rasta
Date: 11 May 99 - 03:18 AM

Its earlyl tues. morning I was pickin in a bar with some friends and one of em dedicatated a song to him n thats how I found out about Shel.---correct me If Im wrong but I belileve he also wrote (Hey Nelly Nelly ) a song bout the Civil war and Honest Abe. and Im bein eatin by a Boa Constirctor. I remember seeing him on tv from time to time all I can say is I liked him, he was part of my growing up ---Heres to Shel--- Long may he run -----Rastaaaaa


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: JB3
Date: 11 May 99 - 03:18 AM

Shel Silverstein wrote the song, "In the Hills of Shiloh" about a bride-to-be who keeps searching for her lover killed in the Civil War. It's in the database. Haunting.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: SeanM
Date: 11 May 99 - 04:12 AM

As I sit here quietly crying my eyes out, I can only hope to say that he's already missed.

The world has lost a truly unique person...

Godspeed or whatever best wishes are appropriate.

M


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Tony Burns
Date: 11 May 99 - 08:44 AM

In a pad with no heat, up on Sullivan Street,
The last of the hipsters lay dyin,'
Wearin' his shades, so like no one could tell
Like whether or not he was cryin.'
All the junkies and loners
An' coffeeshop owners
Were all gathered 'round his bed.
He took one last puff
Of some imported stuff
And this are the last words he said.

He said, "Send my sandals home to Mom,
Hang my T-shirt away.
Burn my guitar
In Washington Squar',
'Cause I never learned how to play.
Give my pad
To some needy lad
And tell him the rent is all paid.
Keep my cash,
An' my stash,
An' my hash,
But bury me in my shades.

Bury me in my shades, boys,
Bury me in my shades.
Burn my guitar
In Washington Squar',
But bury me in my shades."

He said, "Give my Brooklyn chicks away
To anyone who needs 'em.
Give all of my poems away
To anyone who'll read 'em.
Dig me a grave 'neath the coffeeshop
And let a sad folksong be played.
Get everyone high
On the moment I die,
Bury me in my shades.

Bury me in my shades, boys,
Bury me in my shades.
Burn my guitar
In Washington Squar',
But bury me in my shades."

We threw his sandals out in the hall,
We left his T-shirt lay.
We sold his guitar
At the corner bar
To someone who knew how to play.
We smoked all his stash,
And spent all his cash,
And threw all his poems away.
And Bob got his records,
And Ed got his books,
And I got the poor beatnik shades.

"Bury me in my shades, boys," he said,
Bury me in my shades.
Burn my guitar
In Washington Squar',
But bury me in my shades."

So long Shel. :-(


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Cara
Date: 11 May 99 - 09:19 AM

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child, Listen to the DON'TS. Listen to the SHOULDN'TS, the IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS. Listen to the NEVER HAVES, then listen close to me; ANYTHING can happen, child, Anything can be.

Vaya con Dios.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Art Thieme
Date: 11 May 99 - 09:56 AM

Sept. 20, 1996 was the last time I saw Shel.It was at Bob Gibson's "farewell party" in Chicago (Bob died a week later.) Shel sang a great song about a clam waitin' for a train. Nobody believed him, but finally the train came, picked him up, & he was last seen waving from the platform. He used my guitar to do the song and he made several jokes about the strange capo that was on it. Bob & Shel wrote many songs together. Indeed, Bob's last CD was of Shel's songs---Shel could be heard on several choruses. It wasn't always PC, but funny as hell & amazing for sure. Those old days of Shel & Bob (Gibson & Camp) and Lenny & so many others at the Gate of Horn folk club in Chicago will stay with me as long as I'm here and remembering those heady times.

Onward Shel!

Art Thieme


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Mike Billo
Date: 11 May 99 - 10:38 AM

His classic album "Freakin' at the Freakers Ball" is an all-time classic. He was a truly unique man.


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Subject: Lyr Add: SING FOR THE SONG (Shel Silverstein)
From: Frank of Toledo
Date: 11 May 99 - 11:50 AM

Shel did some great songs with Bob Gibson, but lest we miss some of his finest moments, don't ever forget his teaming up with Bobby Bare through the 70's and early 80's. The "Hills of Shiloh" came out of "Lullabies, Legends and Lies." This is one of my favorites:

Sometimes you sing for the money.
Sometimes you sing for the song.
Sometimes you sing for the dewy-eyed darlin'.
You can still make em' cry, don't you know.
Sometime you sing for the glory,
But glory don' last very long.
And in the haze of the stage, do you remember the days
When you used to sing for the song?

Sing for the song, boys,
Just like you did when you stood on the corner
And didn't even feel the rain.
Sing for the song, boy,
Just like you did before all of them fast-talkin' ladies got hold of you soul.
Sing for the song...

And you never did make too much money,
But you always put on a good show.
And those dewy-eyed darlin's next week will be cryin'
For somebody else, don't you know;
But your music's become your tradition,
Though the words are all twisted and wrong,
And the hits that they sell just don't taste very well,
Like when you used to sing for the song.

SING FOR THE SONG...done in 1978 by Bobby Bare

God bless you, Shel...


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Roger in Baltimore
Date: 11 May 99 - 06:14 PM

I was shocked to read about Shel Silverstein's death. To me, Shel was a true Renaissance man. I first encountered him in Playboy magazine where he drew and wrote about a very different way of life from mine.

Then I heard Dr. Hook doing "On the Cover of the Rolling Stone" and saw that very familiar name as writer. As I helped bring two kids into the world I found out that Shel wrote children's books. Not very PC at times (nearly taboo subjects at times), but always from a very good heart and a true love of children and their wonder of the world.

I was getting to be an old fart when I found out Shel had been writing songs that I sang during the "folk scare" of the '60's.

Later on I found out he was quite a prolific song writer with a perverse sense of humor (my favorite kind). Went to a close out sale at a record store and found "Bob Gibson sings Shel Silverstein", definitely a favorite of mine. I expect Bob already knew he was ill and a few of the songs seemed to "laugh in the face of death". Quite a touching selection since I found the tape after Bob had died.

Shel was not a star in the Pantheon, but he was incredibly creative in the background of my entire adult life. I, too, will miss him and will learn a song in his honor.

I knew the Mudcat would be the only place I could talk about this with others who would understand. Thanks guys and gals.

Roger in Baltimore


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: RandyS
Date: 11 May 99 - 07:39 PM

My favorites of his were "Cover of the Rolling Stone" and "The Tale of the Mermaid".

What were yours?


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Alex
Date: 11 May 99 - 09:18 PM

I once heard Bob Gibson do a recitation of "The Perfect High" which I believe was one of Shel's. It's a poignant tale of a fellow called Roy who gives his all in the search for the "Perfect High". I'd appreciate if someone could post the words. Like Art, I last saw Shel at Gibson's "wake".


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Alex
Date: 11 May 99 - 10:02 PM

Well, after a bit of surfing, I found a site with a huge amount of info on Shel's adult works, including his song lyrics - go to www.banned-width.com (sorry - I've had less than spectacular success with blue clicky thingys).


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Alice
Date: 11 May 99 - 10:22 PM

Here is The Perfect High, with a link to more Silverstein poetry. click
It's on the website of Mothers Against Misuse and Abuse.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Alice
Date: 11 May 99 - 10:25 PM

The Perfect High is very long, so I won't copy and paste it all here (see the link before), but here are the first lines:

The Perfect High - by Shel Silverstein

There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy...
He was nothin' like me or you,
'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.

As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue.
And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do.
He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly,
and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.
.....


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Alice
Date: 11 May 99 - 10:28 PM

Here is a link to "Celebrating the Adult Works of Shel Silverstein" click here


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Tucker
Date: 11 May 99 - 10:50 PM

I was sitting in the center of Salsalito, by the fountain. I really never thought much about anything going on, but Shel was a favorite cartoonist of mine (like Vargas/Larson/genre/. He also had a lot of rational things to say in Playboy when it was a kick ass mag. Anyway, Shel goes flowing by. Hell, I'm not going to bother him. I had invisioned myself a star/icon, and decided that I would leave my gods/goddesses alone if I ever met them. Anyway, Shel is toolin' across by the hippie Jewelry store, and looks my way. Well things were cool in Salsalito then. I said Shel, love your stuff. Smile.....beat it on down the street. Smiling, Slowly, like we used to do then.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Bri
Date: 11 May 99 - 11:36 PM

Well, I'm sad now!! I loved his pomes, tho I never knew he wrote songs..I'll have to find some now...:o(


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: gargoyle
Date: 12 May 99 - 12:12 AM

Tony - what is the source of "Bury Me In My Shades?"

THANX


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Bri
Date: 12 May 99 - 12:19 AM

'scuse me... poems...so i can't spell?? it's late!


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: dwditty
Date: 12 May 99 - 05:51 AM

Fred Koller, on his "The Night Before" cd collaborated with Shel on "This Guitar is for Sale" and "Little Green Buttons" - two of my favorites. Little Green Buttons is a real crowd pleaser:

Little Green Buttons

The honeymoon ended a decade ago
Now if he still loves her he don't say so
So she's taking her blues to the House of Tattoos
And getting little green buttons on her birthday suit

Chorus: Little Green Buttons, All in a row
From her face to the place they ain't never gonna show
It might sound crazy, but they sure look cute
Little Green Buttons on her birthday suit

She had supper in the oven when he got home
Now he's snoring on the sofa to the late late show
It was ten days later before he knew
About those little green buttons on her birthday suit

Chorus

Now she's living in a house of love
She's got his attention, now he can't get enough
He spends every evening trying to undo
The little green buttons on her birthday suit

Chorus

DW


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: hank
Date: 12 May 99 - 08:40 AM

The crocodile went to the dentist
And he sat down onto the chair,
And the dentist said, "Now tell me, sir,
Why does it hurt and where?"

And the crocodile said, "I'll tell you the truth
Of a terrible, terrible ache in my tooth."
And he opened his jaws so wide, so wide,
The dentist he climbed right inside.

The dentist laughed, "Oh, isn't this fantasy!"
As he pulled the teeth out one my one.
And the crocodile cried, "You're hurting me so!
Please put down your pliers and let me go!"

But the dentist just laughed with a "ho, ho, ho!"
He said, "I still have twelve more to go.
Oops! That's the wrong one, I confess,
But what's one crocodile tooth more less?"

And then suddenly the jaws went SNAP!
The dentist was gone right off the map.
And where he went, no one could guess,
To north or south, east or west?

But...
What's one dentist more less?

So long, Shel. Hope your stay in the crocodile's belly is good. I memorised that little song years ago, and I still pull it out at times.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Len N (inactive)
Date: 12 May 99 - 07:46 PM

I told my robot to do my biddin'. He yawned and said, "You must be kiddin'." I told my robot to cook me stew. He said, "I got better things to do." I told my robot to sweep my shack. He said,"You want me to strain my back?" I told my robot to answer the phone. He said, "I must make some calls of my own," I told my robot to brew me some tea. He said, "Why don't you make some for me?" I told my robot to boil me an egg. He said, "First lemme hear you beg." I told my robot, "There's a song you can play me." He said, "How much are you going to pay me?" So I sold that robot, 'cause I never knew Exactly who belonged to who.

For years, this has been my eight year old daughter's favorite poem and she does a good job of reading it... ... with feeling. A couple of years ago, (age six at the time), she climbed up into the spotlight and read it in the middle of my set at a coffee house where I was playing.... Needless to say, she and Shel stole the show.

Len


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Tony
Date: 12 May 99 - 07:50 PM

"Bury me in my Shades" was on "Inside Folksongs" a 1962 Atlantic lp


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Ronn
Date: 12 May 99 - 09:46 PM

Beans Taste Fine, Have Another Espresso, The Ugliest Man In Town, Never Bite A Married Woman On The Thigh, You're Always Welcome At Our House, It Does Not Pay To Be Hip, Blue Eyes...sleep well, Shel. You earned it.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: northfolk/al cholger
Date: 12 May 99 - 10:50 PM

There is nothing I can add to this link, but the folk fabric is quality cloth, and Shel was a golden thread woven through it. I became aware of him, because of his iconoclastic work...the kind that gets me through the day.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From:
Date: 12 May 99 - 11:55 PM

Alice--

Thanks for the links to the Shel Silverstein stuff at www.banned-width.com/shel.html

I was sad at first because the author of some songs I loved, like "The Unicorn" and "I'm Being Swallowed by a Boa Constrictor," had died. Then I visited that site and discovered what a genius Shel Silverstein was in ways I had never imagined. After reading the original "Uncle Shelby's ABZ Book" (as published in Playboy) and "Uncle Shelby's Scout Handbook," I'm much sadder that the world has lost a wonderful wit, but I'm laughing so hard you'll have a hard time detecting my sadness.

--Charlie Baum


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: leprechaun
Date: 13 May 99 - 12:00 AM

This morning I got on my horse and went out for a ride and some wild outlaws chased me and they shot me in the side, so I crawled into a wildcat's cave to find a place to hide but some Indians found me sleeping there and soon they had me tied to a pole and built a fire under me I almost cried, but a mermaid came and cut me loose and begged to be my bride so I said I'd be back Wednesday but I must admit I lied, then I ran into a jungle swamp but I forgot my guide and I met a group of cannibals who planned to have me fried, but an eagle came down and swooped me up and through the air we flied but he dropped me in a boiling lake a thousand miles wide and you'll never guess what I did then...I died. True Story thanks Shel


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Roger in Baltimore
Date: 13 May 99 - 06:41 PM

It's open mic tomorrow night at Crofton City Limits. I'm gonna sing "Little Green Buttons" and "Put Another Log on the Fire" and probably cry while I do it. Thanks Shel!

Roger in Baltimore


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Frank Of Toledo
Date: 14 May 99 - 06:40 PM

Sure hate to see this one go by the wayside; so I'll give it my ol' what the hell one more good shot for Shel: "WATCHING THE FLIES IN THE KITCHEN OF THE MAN WITH THE YARD FULL OF RUSTY CARS......... HOLE IN THE SCREEN DOOR WHERE THE DOGS CRAWL IN AND OUT.....CAREFUL O' THAT SOUP SON, IT'LL BURN A HOLE IN YOUR MOUTH......SOUP AND LIFE, YOU GOTTA WAIT EM' OUT...SAYS THE MAN WITH THE YARD FULL OF RUSTY CARS....................... '


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: DoRay
Date: 15 May 99 - 12:33 PM

No one mentioned what I consider to be Shel's best song: "Me and Jimmie Rodgers." Art Thieme is the only person I have heard do it. I think you have to be in a certain age group to fully appreciate this song.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 15 May 99 - 12:40 PM

Does anyone know for sure whether Put Another Log On the Fire was by Shel or bu Tompall Glazer? I've seen both attributions.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Frank Of Toledo
Date: 15 May 99 - 02:27 PM

It was on an RCA Victor album called Oulaws and TomPaul Glaser got credit on that album.... I haven't heard "Jimmie Rodgers and Me". In fact I had not heard of it before this thread; would sure like to find out where it's from. Did you record it Art? I have your Waterbug CD and one Folk Legacy tape. If you could help me locate it I would sure be grateful. Have you hear his Musical recitation of "Man With The Yard Full Of Rusty Cars"?.............


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Roger in Baltimore
Date: 15 May 99 - 04:16 PM

Dick,

The song is on the Shel Silverstein site mentioned earlier. Shel's site I suspect if Tompall Glaser wrote it, it would have no reason to be there. It could be that it was co-written.

Roger in Baltimore (not quite on vacation, yet)


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Frank Of Toledo
Date: 15 May 99 - 05:00 PM

I believe you're right Roger, because there are a few more songs on the album by Tompall that Shel had written, and also on the same album were some Willie Nelson and Waylong Jennings. Have you heard Bob Gibson's "Living Legend". Another great Shel song. I've been sitting here for nearly 5 days redoing all the Shel songs that I know and there are a lot. .............. I haven't seen much mention of the Dr Hook in this thread..............


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 15 May 99 - 05:58 PM

Frank, I love the line "even living ledgends have to live."
Rick


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Susanne (skw)
Date: 15 May 99 - 09:40 PM

Dick, there was another thread on Put Another Log last September, and one Dick Greenhaus wrote:
"Shel DIDN'T write Put another Log on the Fire -- that's Tompall Glazer."
What has made you doubtful? I thought you knew, and changed the entry in the database accordingly ... - Sadly, Susanne


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Art Thieme
Date: 15 May 99 - 11:38 PM

"Living Legend" was written by Shel for Bob. Any who know Bob's "story" will know that instantly. Bob's fame was mainly in the early & mid sixties. Then bad drug years & many of lesser "fame" that Bob struggled through. He used the drugs but he became a user of people too. Made many friends and some enemies---something like us all I suspect. Later, when he was so ill, we put the crap on the back burner and sought to recall only what a fine folksinger he was in those early years and in many instances later too. Those of us who were there in the earlier times were always exhilerated to see the flaring up of the flame once in a while.

Art


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Jeri
Date: 16 May 99 - 07:27 PM

BMI Database

I was just there, and it was OK. Now I can't get there. "Put Another Log..." is registered as having been written by Shel (alone) and performed by Tompall Glazer.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Susan A-R
Date: 16 May 99 - 08:34 PM

As I looked through this thread I kept recognizing songs which I'd never known were Shel's. I never pay enough attention to the authors of songs, and this has been a real education. I've done Put Another Log on the Fire, Little Green Buttons, and a few other songs mentioned here, and never really thought about Shel. I'll be checking out that website for sure. Aint it always the way it goes, you don't know what you've got 'til its gone.

Susan


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: DoRay
Date: 17 May 99 - 07:53 PM

To: Frank of Toledo...The song, "Me and Jimmie Rodgers" is on Art's Album, 'That's the Ticket'.....along with a lot of other excellent songs.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Frank Of Toledo
Date: 17 May 99 - 09:58 PM

Thanks so much DoRay. I'll be calling Caroline at Folk Legacy for an order and I'll have her send me the tape. And another thanks for keeping this thread alive.......


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Art Thieme
Date: 18 May 99 - 03:11 AM

If Caroline & Sandy are out of the cassette for _That's The Ticket_ I've still got a few here. Same for _On The Wilderness Road---also on Folk Legacy. (The vinyl LP of TICKET is long gone but I've still got a box of about 25 WILDERNESS ROAD albums that's been serving as a door stop for several years.)

Art


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Easy Rider
Date: 18 May 99 - 12:13 PM

I saw Ramblin' Jack Elliott a few days after Shel's death, and he talked about his long friendship with the man. He had some great stories to tell, and he expressed his regrets for not staying closer in touch.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Paddy
Date: 18 May 99 - 03:02 PM

I only knew him from his work with Bobby Bare and Dr Hook.

Didn't he sing a verse of "Greasy Grit Gravy and Gizzard Greens", a track which included Willie Nelson, Dr Hook, Waylon Jennings and Bobby Bare?

"Jennifer Lohnson" is also his as is "Stacy Brown got TWO", "Tequila Sheila" and "Big Dupree"

A true genius who brightened up my life.

Paddy


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Frank Of Toledo
Date: 18 May 99 - 03:20 PM

BIG FAT PIE AND HOBO BEANS.....MAKES YOU WANNA SPLIT YOU JEANS... GIMME GREASY GRIT GRAVY AND GIZZARD GREENS......... That was quite an album.....on Columbia "BARE" with Big Dupree.....Finger on the Button......Yard Full of Rusty Cars... And This Guitar is For Sale...and Sing for the Song...... Shel at his very best 1978.......


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Susanne (skw)
Date: 18 May 99 - 06:40 PM

Thanks, Jeri! Although the link didn't work for me either. Don't know what's wrong. - Susanne


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Dan Knudsen
Date: 19 May 99 - 05:39 AM

The Shel Silverstein song Me and Jimmie Rodgers was also recorded by Bob Gibson on an compilation album called Get Folked....anyone out there hear of this?


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Art Thieme
Date: 19 May 99 - 11:21 AM

__GET FOLKED__ was the first LP I was ever on. (1973) It was produced by a fine folk club in Rockford, Illinois called CHARLOTTE'S WEB. On it was Ron Nigrini, Tom Dundee, Richard Pinney, me, Susan & Richard Thomas, Ron Crick's band, Rose Hip String Band, Mark Henley and Dave (Snaker) Ray who produced & recorded the LP.

Bob Gibson wan't there. Either was "Me & Jimmie Rodgers". I did record that song of Shel's later. I'd learned it from Bob.

Could there have been a 2nd edition of _Get Folked_? I doubt it. They never did get over naming this one that.

Art


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Subject: ADD: Many Shel Silverstein Lyrics
From: Joe Offer
Date: 29 Aug 00 - 06:08 PM

Somebody e-mailed me this collection of Shel Silverstein lyrics, and it was too good a thing to pass up. I don't have time to edit them all, but I thought I'd post them so everybody can have access to them.
-Joe Offer-


NUMBERS NUMBERS

(Shel Silverstein)

I was settin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine,
When in walked this chick who almost struck me blind.
She had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine;
On a scale of one to ten, I'd give her a nine.
Now, on my scale there ain't no tens, ya know.
Nine is 'bout as far as any bitch can go.
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me,
So for brains and good judgement I'd have to give her a three.
I said, "Hey, sweet thing, you look like a possible eight.
You and me could make eighteen -- if your head's on straight."
She looked up and down my perfect frame,
Then said these word that burned into my perfect brain.
She said, "Well, well, another one of those macho-matician men
Who grade all women on scales of one to ten.
And you give me an eight? Well, that's a generous thing to do.
Now, let's just see just how much I give you.
You comin' on to me with that corny numbers jive,
Man -- your style makes me smile, I give it a five.
When you walked up, I noticed that suit you wore;
It's a last-year's, double-knit, shiny-ass, frayed-cuff -- I give it a four.
And that must be your car parked out on the curb;
That '69 Chevy homemade convertible gets you a three and a third.
Now, as for your build, I guess it's less than a five,
Except for your potbelly -- I give that a ten... for size.
And that wine you're pourin' might be fine to you,
But I'm used to fine champagne -- I give your booze a two.
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth;
I give it a six -- you could use some dental work.
But it's your struttin'-rooster act that really makes me laugh;
It may be a ten to these country hens, but to me it's a three and a half.
And there really ain't too much to add, once the subtractin's done,
But since there ain't no zeroes -- I give you a one!"
Then she walked out, while up and down the line,
The whole damn bar was laughin'. "Hey, Shel, what happened to your nine?"
"Nine?" says I. "Hell, soon as she started to talk, I knew
The bad-mouth bitch didn't have no class -- I barely give her a two.
Yeah, no matter how good they look at first, there's flaws in all of them.
That's why on a scale of ten to one, friend...there ain't no tens."



MARIE LAVEAUX
(Shel Silverstein)
Down in Lou´siana where the black trees grow
Live a voodoo lady named Marie Laveaux.
She got a black cat tooth and a mojo bone,
And anyone wouldn´t leave her alone.
She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
She live in a swamp in a hollow log
With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged dog.
She got a bent bony body and stringy hair,
And if she ever seen you messin´ round there,
She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
And then one night when the moon was black,
Into the swamp came Handsome Jack.
A no-good man like you all know,
And he was lookin´ around for Marie Laveaux .
He said, "Marie Laveaux, you lovely witch,
Why don´t you gimme a little charm that´ll make me rich.
Gimme million dollars, and I´ll tell you what I´ll do...
This very night I´m gonna marry you."
It´ll be UMMMMMMMM...
Another man done gone.
So Marie done some magic and she shook a little sand,
Made a million dollars, and she put it in his hand.
Then she giggled and she wiggled and she said, "Hey hey,
I´m gettin´ ready for my wedding day."
But ol´ Handsome Jack said "Goo-bye Marie.
You too damn ugly for a man like me."
So Marie started shakin´, her fangs started gnashin´,
Her body started shakin´, and her eyes started flashin´.
She went GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
So if you ever get down where the black tree grow
And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveaux,
And if she ever asks you to make her your wife,
Man, you better stay with her for the rest of your life
Or it´ll be GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.

Words and music by Shel Silverstein & Baxter Taylor
Recorded by Bobby Bare



PUT ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE
(Shel Silverstein)

Put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and blow my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.
Now don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
And don't I warn you when you're gettin fat?
Ain't I a-gonna take you fishin' with me someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
And ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Don't I take her driving every night?
So, sit here at my feet cause I like you when you're sweet,
And you know it ain't feminine to fight.
So, put another log on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some beans.
And go out to the car and change the tire.
Wash my socks and blow my old blue jeans.
Come on, baby, you can fill my pipe
And then go fetch my slippers.
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire babe,
And come & tell me why you're leaving me.

Written by Shel Silverstein. Recorded by Tompall Glaser, 1974.




QUEEN OF THE SILVER DOLLAR
(Shel Silverstein)

She arrives in all her splendor
Every night at nine o'clock.
And her chariot is the crosstown bus
That stops right down the block.
Then the old piano minstrel
Plays her song as she walks in,
And the Queen of the Silver Dollar's home again.
She's the Queen of the Silver Dollar,
And she rules this smokey kingdom.
And her sceptre is a wine glass,
And this bar stool is her throne.
And the jesters flock around her,
And fight to win her favors
And see which one will take the Queen
Of the Silver Dollar home.
Her royal gown is a satin dress
That's stained and slightly torn.
And her sparklin' jewels are rhinestones,
And her shoes are scuffed and worn
From the many roads she's traveled
And the wondrous sites she's seen.
And I watch her and I pray.
God save the Queen.
The Queen of the Silver Dollar's
Not as haughty as she seems.
She was once an ordinary girl
With ordinary dreams,
But I found her and I won her.
And I brought her into this world.
Yes, I'm the man who made a Queen
Of a simple country girl.
Now she's the Queen of the Silver Dollar,
And she rules this smokey kingdom.
And her sceptre is a wine glass,
And this bar stool is her throne.
And the jesters flock around her
And fight to win her favors
And see which one will take the Queen
Of the Silver Dollar home.

Several artists performed this piece... including Dr. Hook, Sloppy Seconds
album, ©1972, Evil Eye Music, Inc.
From an anonymous email on May 19, 1999... "In case you've missed this up
until now, Emmylou Harris did "Queen" on the "Pieces of the Sky" album
which was released by WB in 1975. Linda Ronstadt did background vocals
and Ricky Skaggs played fiddle."


I'M GOIN' DOWN TO TEXAS (And Be One More Horse's Ass)
(Shel Silverstein)

How did I hurt that woman?
She never done me wrong
I run away and left her for
A redhead Amazon.
I got no brains, I got no sense.
I never had no class.
So I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass.

CHORUS: I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass.
I used to be a stallion
But that's all in the past.
So can't they settle on my nose
And point me towards the grass...
'Cause I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!

I can't run in the hot sun.
I won't run in the mud.
I'm over-aged for racin'
And I'm overweight for stud.
But I can drink and I can fight
A soul of whiskey glass.
I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!

CHORUS: I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass.
I used to be a stallion
But that's all in the past.
So can't they settle on my nose
And point me towards the grass...
'Cause I'm goin' down to Texas
And be one more horse's ass!


Lyrics and music by Shel Silverstein
from "the Great Conch Train Robbery"


IN THE HILLS OF SHILOH
(Shel Silverstein)

(Spoken Intro: You know, everything that's ever been written about the Civil
War,
they wrote about brother fightin' brother and father fightin' son, and
nobody has
ever really written a song about the ones that stayed behind, you know, like
the
women that lost their men. That's what this is about.)

Have you seen Amanda Blaine
In the hills of Shiloh...
Wandering through the morning rain
In the hills of Shiloh?
Have you seen her at her door
Listening for the cannon roar
And a man who went to war
From the hills of Shiloh?
Have you heard her mournful cries
In the hills of Shiloh?
Have you seen her haunted eyes
In the hills of Shiloh?
Have you seen her running down
Searching through the sleepy town
In her yellowed wedding gown
In the hills of Shiloh?

Have you seen her standing there
In the hills of Shiloh?
Wind a'blowing through her hair
In the hills of Shiloh
Listening for the sound of guns...
Listening for the roll of drums...
And a man who never comes
To the hills of Shiloh?

Have you heard Amanda sing
In the hills of Shiloh?
Whispering to her wedding ring
In the hills of Shiloh?
Hear her humming soft and low...
For Amanda doesn't know...
'Twas ended forty years ago
In the hills of Shiloh.

-- Shel Silverstein and Jim Friedman, Hollis Music Inc, BMI. Recorded by
Bobby Bare in 1973, "Lullabys, Legends and Lies"
Also recorded by Judy Collins' in 1963, "Judy Collins #3"

STILL GONNA DIE
(Shel Silverstein)

So you're takin' better care of your body
Becoming more aware of your body.
Responding to your body's needs.
Everything you hear and read about diets,
Nutrition and sleeping position and detoxifying your system,
And buying machines that they advertise to help you exercise.
Herbs to revitalize you if you're traumatized.
Soaps that will sanitize.
Sprays to deordorize.
Liquid to neutralize acids and pesticides.
Free weights to maximize your strength and muscle size.
Shots that will immunize.
Pills to re-energize you.
But remember that for all your pain and gain
Eventually the story ends the same...
You can quite smokin', but you're still gonna die.
Cut out cokin', but you're still gonna die.
Eliminate everything fatty or fried,
And you get real healthy, but you're still gonna die.
Stop drinkin' booze, you're still gonna die.
Stay away from cooze, you're still gonna die.
You can cut out coffee and never get high,
But you're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
Still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
You can even give aerobics one more try,
But when the music stops playin', you're still gonna die.
Put seat belts in your car, you're still gonna die.
Cut nicotine tar, you're still gonna die.
You can exercise that cellulite off your thigh.
Get slimmer and trimmer, but you're still gonna die.
Stop gettin' a tan, you're still gonna die.
You can search for UFO's up in the sky
They might fly you to Mars where you're still gonna die.
You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
Still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
And all the Reeboks and Nikes and Adidas you buy
You can jog up to heaven and you're still gonna die.
Drink ginseng tonics, you're still gonna die.
Try high colonics, you're still gonna die.
You can have yourself frozen and suspended in time,
But when they do thaw you out, you're still gonna die.
You can have safe sex, you're still gonna die.
You can switch to Crest, you're still gonna die.
You can get rid of stress, get a lot of rest,
Get an AIDS test, enroll in EST,
Move out west where it's sunny and dry
And you'll live to be a hundred
But you're still gonna die.
You're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
Still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.
So you'd better have some fun
'Fore you say bye-bye,
'Cause you're still gonna, still gonna, still gonna die.

-- Recorded by Bob Gibson, "Makin' a Mess", Asylum Records, copyright
1997.
Also recorded by The Old Dogs, "Old Dogs", copyright Evil Eye Music.



DADDY, WHAT IF
(Shel Silverstein)

(Spoken Intro: I'd like to introduce you to the next superstar. Twenty years
from now he's gonna be so ashamed of what he has done on this record that he's
probably gonna sue me. And he and all of his friends are gonna be sitting
around stoned and he'll say, "Look what the old man made me do!" Let's give a
big round of applause for Bobby Bare, Jr.)
BBJ: Daddy, what if the sun stopped shining?
What would happen then?

BB: If the sun stopped shining, you'd be so surprised
You'd stare at the heavens with wide open eyes,
And the wind would carry your light to the skies
And the sun would start shining again.

BBJ: But, Daddy, what if the wind stopped blowing?
What would happen then?

BB: If the wind stopped blowing, then the land would be dry,
And your boat wouldn't sail and, son, your kite couldn't fly,
And the grass would see your trouble and she'd tell the wind,
And the wind would start blowing again.

BBJ: But, Daddy, what if the grass stopped growing?
What would happen then?

BB: Well, if the grass stopped growing you'd probably cry,
And the ground would be watered by the tears from your eyes,
And like your love for me, that grass would grow so high.
Yes, the grass would start growing again.

BBJ: But, Daddy, what if I stopped loving you?
What would happen then?

BB: If you stopped loving me, then the grass would stop growing,
The sun would stop shining and the wind would stop blowing.
So you see, if you wanna keep this old world a'going,
You'd better start loving me again, again...
You better start loving me again.
You hear me, Bobby?

BOTH: You better start loving me again.
(You love me, Bobby? Yes)
You better start loving me again.

-- Shel Silverstein from Bobby Bare's 1973 album, "Lullabys, Legends and
Lies"

THE FATHER OF THE BOY NAMED SUE
(Shel Silverstein)

[Silverstein's speaking voice:] "Okay, now years ago, I wrote a song named
'A Boy Named Sue';, and that was okay and everything, except then I started
to think about it, and I thought, “It is unfair. I am looking at the whole
thing from the poor kid’s point of view. And as I get more older and more
fatherly, I begin to look at things from an old man’s point of view. So… I
decided to give the old man equal time. Okay. Here we go.”
Yeah, I lef’ home when the kid was three.
It sure felt good to be fancy free
Tho I knew it wasn’t quite the fatherly thing to do.
But that kid kept screamin’ and throwin’ up
And pissin’ in his pants til I had enough
So just for revenge I went and named him Sue.
It was Gatlinberg in mid July
I was gettin' drunk but gettin' by
Gettin' old and going from bad to worse
When thru the door with an awful scream
Comes the ugliest queen I’ve ever seen
He says my name is Sue. How do you do?
Then he hits me with his purse.
Now this ain’t the way he tells the tale
But he scratched my face with his fingernails
And then he bit my thumb
and kicked me with his high-heeled shoe.
So I hit him in the nose, and he started to cry
And he threw some perfume in my eye
And it sure ain’t easy fightin with a boy named Sue.
So I hit him in the head with a caned-back chair
And he screamed, “Hey Dad, you mussed my hair!”
And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint.
He was spittin' blood. I was spittin teeth.
And we crashed through the wall and out into the street
A-kickin and gougin' in the mud and the blood and the crème de menth.
Then out of his garter he pulls a gun.
I’m about to get shot by my very own son.
He’s screamin' about Sigmond Freud and lookin' grim.
So I thought fast and I told him some stuff
How I named him Sue just to make him tough.
And I guess he bought it, cuz now I’m livin' with him.
Yeah, he cooks and sews and cleans up the place.
He cuts my hair and shaves my face.
And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do.
And on the nights that I can’t score,
Well, I can’t tell you anymore.
Sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue.
Yeah, a son is fun,
But it’s a joy to have a boy named Sue.



THE MERMAID
(Shel Silverstein)

(Spoken Intro: When I was twelve years old I used to see the pictures of
mermaids in all the books and magazines. Not mermaids but mermaids (pronounced
MAREmaids), that's what we called them at home. And all the pictures, yeah,
they never had no bras on, they didn't have anything on! And I was old enough
that I knew that they didn't really exist, but, I also wondered, if they did
exist, what the hell would you do with one if you caught it?!)

When I was a lad in a fishing town, an old man said to me,
"You can spend your life, your jolly life, a-sailing on the sea.
You can search the world for pretty girls 'til your eyes grow weak and dim,
But don't go swimmin' with a mermaid, son, if you don't know how to swim!
'Cause her hair is green as sea-weed,
Her lips are blue and pale.
I'll tell you now before you start,
You can love that girl with all your heart,
But you'll only love the upper part;
You will NOT like the tail!
I signed on to a whalin' ship, and my very first day at sea,
I spied a mermaid in the waves, a-reachin' out to me.
"Come live with me in the sea," said she, "and down on the ocean's floor.
I'll show you a million wond'rous sights you've never seen before!"
So I jumped on in and she pulled me down, down to her seaweed bed.
A pillow she made of tortoise shells, and placed beneath my head.
She fed me shrimp and caviar from a silvery dish.
She was just my taste (down to her waist), but the rest of her was fish!
Her hair was green as seaweed.
Her lips were blue and pale.
Her face it was a work of art,
But I only gave her half my heart,
'Cause tho I loved the upper part,
I did NOT like the tail!
And then one day when I looked up, I saw a sailin' ship,
And I met the stare of a millionaire out on a fishing trip.
A diamond ring he tied on a string and lowered it down to her,
And my love divine, she went for the line and went for the usual lure!
So I sighed in the rolling tide, and I cried to the clams and the whales
How I missed her hair and her seagreen eyes; I missed the shine of her scales.
Just then her sister swam on by, and set my heart a-whirl --
For her upper part was an ugly old fish, but the bottom half was GIRL!
Her toes are round and rosey!
Her legs are slim and pale!
Her face might not be a work of art,
But I love that girl with all my heart.
And I don't give a damn about the upper part --
That's how I end my tale! ('Cause now I'm getting tail!)

Words and music by Shel Silverstein. "I'm So Good That I Don't Have to
Brag", 1965, Playboy, December, 1966, and "Bobby Bare Sings Lullabys,
Legends and Lies", 1973



THE COVER OF THE ROLLING STONE
(Shel Silverstein)

Oh, we’re big rock singers.
We got golden fingers.
And we’re loved everywhere we go.
We sing about beauty,
And we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show.
We take all kinds of pills
To give us all kind of thrills,
But the thrill we’ve never known
Is the thrill that’ll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone.
Rolling Stone...
Wanna see my picture on the cover.
Stone...
Wanna buy five copies for my Mother.
Stone...
Wanna see my smiling face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone.
I got a freaky old lady
Named Cocaine Katy
Who embroiders all my jeans.
Got my poor old grey-haired daddy
Drivin’ my limousine.
It’s all designed to blow our minds,
But our minds won’t really get blown
Like the blow that’ll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone.
We gotta lotta little teenage bue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say.
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who’s teaching us a better way.
We got all the friends that money can buy,
So we never have to be alone.
And we keep getting richer,
But we can’t get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone.

From Dr Hook's "Bankrupt" album, 1972, Evil Eye Music, Inc.


The words to this song might seem "off" to those familiar with the Irish
Rovers version. This is Silverstein's original version from his "Dirty
Feet" collection.

UNICORNS
(Shel Silverstein)

A long time ago, when the Earth was green,
And there was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen.
And they'd run around free while the world was being born,
And the loveliest of all was the Unicorn.
There was green alligators and long-necked geese,
Hump back camels and some chimpanzees,
Cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born
The loveliest of all was the Unicorn.
But the Lord seen some sinnin' and it caused Him pain
He says, "Stand back, I'm gonna make it rain.
So hey, Brother Noah, I'll tell you what to do...
Go and build me a floating zoo,
And you take two alligators and a couple of geese,
Two hump backed camels and two chimpanzees,
Two cats, two rats, two elephants, but sure as you're born,
Noah, don't you forget my unicorns."
Now Noah was there and he answered the callin',
And he finished up the ark just as the rain started fallin'.
Then he marched in the animals two by two,
And he sung out as they came through...
"Hey Lord, I got you two alligators and a couple of geese,
Two hump backed camels and two chimpanzees,
Two cats, two rats, two elephants, but sure as you're born,
Lord, I just don't see your unicorns."
Well, Noah looked out through the drivin' rain,
But the unicorns were hidin', playin' silly games.
They were kickin' and a-splashin' while the rain was pourin' --
Oh, them foolish unicorns.
Then the ducks started duckin' and the snakes started snakin',
And the elephants started elephantin' and the boat started shakin',
The mice started squeakin' and the lions started roarin',
And everyone's aboard but them unicorns.
I mean the two alligators and a couple of geese,
The hump back camels and the chimpanzees,
Noah cried, "Close the door 'cause the rain is pourin',
And we just can't wait for them unicorns."
And then the ark started movin', it drifted with the tide.
And the unicorns looked up from the rocks and cried.
And the water came down and sort of floated them away.
That's why you've never seen a unicorn to this day.
You'll see a lot of alligators and a whole mess of geese,
You'll see hump back camels and chimpanzees,
you'll see cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born
You're never gonna see no unicorn.

Copyright 1962 and 1968 Hollis Music, NY



A FRONT ROW SEAT TO HEAR OLE JOHNNY SING
(Shel Silverstein)

Now you know some fellahs, they want fame and fortune
Yeah, and other fellahs they just wanna swing
But all I wanted all my life
Was a TV set and a truck and a wife
And a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.

Yeah the TV and the truck I got on credit.
And I got that girl with a little old Woolworth ring
And life was warm and life was sweet
But still, it was kinda incomplete
Without a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.

chorus:
Hey, John you walk the line,
Do "Deelia" one more time
And when you do them Cottonfields
You warm this heart of mine.

So, one day I thought, Hey, I'm gonna do it!
(That's what I said)
So, I mortgaged the farm and pawned her wedding ring.
I sold the gold tooth out of my mouth
And jumped in the pickup and headed South.
For a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.

I hit Nashville cold and wet and hungry.
I said, "I'm here, bring him on let him do his thing."
But they told me down at the Old Pit Grill
I'd have to go all the way to Andersonville
For a front row seat to hear ole Jonny sing.

I found his house knocked on the door and it was opened
By a brown-haired girl and a baby with a teethin' ring.
I said "I seen you somewhere before
but don't stand there and block the door
I want a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing."

(chorus)

She said I'd have to go down to The Opry
And the feller there said I'd have to wait till Spring.
He said, "We've been sold out for months and months
And this poor insane fellah wants
A front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing."

Well, he said a couple more things, and I started cryin'
And then he laughed at me and that's when I started to swing.
Well I bust through the doors in a roaring rage,
Crawled over the crowd till I reached the stage
For a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.

(chrous)

Then some crazy guard started shootin'
I shot back, and the next thing I know I was winged
and on the floor
When a guy in a voice kinda deep and low
Says, "Boy that's a mighty long way to go
For a front row seat to hear ANYBODY sing."

And I guess that judge, he weren't no music lover.
I got fifteen months but that don't mean a thing.
Cos' yesterday in the prison yard
A show come through and HAR! de HAR!
I had a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.

(chorus plus some typical Shel ranting and raving)


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Sourdough
Date: 29 Aug 00 - 10:20 PM

What nice aurprises show up in the mail.

Sourdough


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: richlmo
Date: 29 Aug 00 - 10:26 PM

My first child was born in 1984 and my second in 1990. I can't imagine reading to my kids without Shel Silverstein. The Giving Tree is one of my favorite books , ever. Rootabega Stories by Carl Sandberg ain't bad , either. If you have kids. Or not!! Shel will really be missed.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: GUEST,Vicki
Date: 06 Sep 03 - 03:27 PM

If anyone has the song of "Singin' in the kitchen".....give me the link, or download it and send it to me.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Ebbie
Date: 06 Sep 03 - 11:27 PM

And that's an order? Please and Thank you is good.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Blackcatter
Date: 06 Sep 03 - 11:45 PM

Yea Gods.

I agree with you Ebbie.

I get it all the time on my site too - people writing like it's my job to solve their problems. At least Vicki knows how to use punctuation.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: GUEST,Big Jim from Jackson
Date: 07 Sep 03 - 12:01 PM

I dont have the words handy, but Bobby Bare recorded the song on an album by the same title.


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: GUEST,misshockey01@aol.com
Date: 14 Apr 05 - 02:25 PM

I am asking u a faveor can u send me an anylized pome from your book where the side walk ends.....thankYou please write back elaina


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: Acme
Date: 14 Apr 05 - 03:51 PM

Elaina,

Shel Silverstien doesn't live here (or anywhere).

Too often over the years I've received email from students who conducted a search and landed on my address as a scholar of any number of subjects, but who were unwilling to take the same amount of energy to do their own thinking for their homework assignment. I speak for myself, not other Mudcatters, though I'd wager that several of them have had similar experiences with random messages from students asking for detailed answers.

The nature of the request, formulated in the current misspelled techno-speak of instant messagers, posted quickly with a short request and few requirements except that it get done, looks to me like someone hastily posting messages in various places, not expending much time because they know the request is impertinent, thus liable to be ignored, but hoping to get lucky nonetheless.

This is the kind of request that must be handed back unfulfilled to the student--it's your homework, and you're expected to do this thinking for yourself. Don't write to total strangers and expect them to regurgitate information that you will then slap your name on and turn in for credit. It's as easy to do a search on Silverstein and get enough clues from essays online as it is to find Mudcat. It takes even less time to simply pick a poem you like, read it over a few times, then decide what it means to you. Discuss.

Good luck getting that assignment finished on your own.

SRS


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Subject: RE: Shel Silverstein
From: DADGBE
Date: 14 Apr 05 - 04:45 PM

Well, it took a while but I finally located them.


SINGIN' IN THE KITCHEN
Words and Music by Shel Silverstein


    Here we go - singing in the kitchen,
    All together - singing in the kitchen,
    Everybody - singing in the kitchen,
    Banging on the pots and pans.

    Mama and Daddy - singing in the kitchen,
    Baby's laughing - singing in the kitchen,
    All the kids - singing in the kitchen,
    Banging on the pots and pans.

Supper's done and the table's clear,
Baby wants a bottle and I want a beer,
Lord, I sure am glad I'm here,
Where there's lots of love to share.

Now clap hands and everybody sing,
Dishes clang and the banjo rings,
There's gravy on these guitar strings,
But I don't really care.

    'Cause here we are - singing in the kitchen,
    All together - singing in the kitchen,
    Everybody - singing in the kitchen,
    Banging on the pots and pans.

I'll play the comb and you play the spoons,
I'll sing the words and you sing the tunes,
We'll wake up the old man in the moon,
'Cause we sing so loud.

I'll hug you, you hug mother,
Snuggle up close to one another,
Just like bread on a piece of butter,
Lord, it makes me feel so proud.

    'Cause here we are - singing in the kitchen,
    All together - singing in the kitchen,
    Everybody - singing in the kitchen,
    Banging on the pots and pans.

Now the fireplace embers glowing red,
Everybody's tired and it's time for bed,
Baby's nodding his little head,
So let's sing quietly now. (SHHHHHHHHH!)

    [quietly]
    Who do we love - singing in the kitchen,
    Can't get enough - singing in the kitchen,
    Whole lot of love - singing in the kitchen,
    anging on the pots and pans.
    Mama and Daddy - singing in the kitchen,
    Little bitty baby - singing in the kitchen,
    All the kids - singing in the kitchen,
    Banging on the pots and pans.

    [loud]
    Here we go - singing in the kitchen,
    All together - singing in the kitchen,
    Everybody - singing in the kitchen,
    Banging on the pots and pans.

    Mama and Daddy - singing in the kitchen,
    Baby laughing - singing in the kitchen,
    All the kids - singing in the kitchen,
    Banging on the pots and pans.


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Subject: RE: Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)
From: Amergin
Date: 14 Apr 05 - 05:53 PM

I wonder if I have a seance if Shel would sign my copies of his books....or do Elaina's homework for her...


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Subject: RE: Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)
From: robomatic
Date: 15 Apr 05 - 12:04 PM

See if Elaina is the type to take the garbage out!


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Subject: RE: Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)
From: Acme
Date: 15 Apr 05 - 12:49 PM

I love that one. My daughter was an early reader, and her first grade teacher didn't believe my note at the beginning of the school year that she read as well as she did. I told her that while Caroline occasionally skipped over words she didn't recognize, she would be bored if she couldn't read during the day because she loved it. A note came back to say that "recognition without true understanding wasn't really reading." To nip this misunderstanding in the bud I set up a conference and had Caroline choose something to read. Her teacher had that book up on a shelf, and Caroline had complained to me that it was up where she couldn't reach it, so we got that book down and Caroline chose "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out" to read to us. To her credit, the teacher was totally focused on Caroline as she not only read but understood and enjoyed this wonderful poem. I just pulled out our copy--it's held together with rubberbands because we read it so much that it's falling apart.

SRS


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Subject: RE: Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)
From: GUEST
Date: 16 Apr 05 - 03:11 AM

If exhaustion had not set in...and the mind was not numb as a bum on the run...and a noggin too many of rum had not fogged the mind.

Ahhhh....what a splendid spell of syrupy swill the River Sage and I could feed to this poor pathetic soul with a fool for a teacher.

Shel was a shell of the man he could have been...but he was an ex-con....so who could expect more....and drugs included?

His books, with verses like "There are too many kids in the tub, there are too many elbows to scrub, I just washed a behind, I'm sure wasn't mine; there are too many kids in the tub......were probably staples next to the Penthouse magazines at Michael Jackson's Neverland.


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Subject: RE: Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)
From: GUEST,Stilly River Sage
Date: 16 Apr 05 - 10:08 AM

That prosecutor has done such a job on Jackson, don't suggest it too loudly or this might be his next project. (I suspect the truth lies somewhere way South of what the prosecution is suggesting. Have you heard the latest? The mother who is driving this case on behalf of her son is legally insane--psychotic and paranoid, but the prosecution is trying to prove that part of her insanity is admissable as evidence. . . sheesh. . . )

SRS


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Subject: RE: Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)
From: GUEST,MC
Date: 06 Feb 09 - 08:44 PM

I still having breakfast with Shell in Hollywood. He drew so many cartoons on the walls there, napkins, waitress anyone near buy.
I'll always miss him
Martin


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Subject: RE: Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)
From: GUEST,Allen in Oz
Date: 07 Feb 09 - 05:52 AM

Did he write "When She Cries" as sung by Burl Ives ?

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Subject: RE: Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 08 Feb 09 - 01:09 AM

Hi, Allen - The book, A Boy Named Shel says that Shel did indeed write "When She Cries," which was recorded by Burl Ives. Can somebody post the lyrics?

-Joe-


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Subject: RE: Obit: Shel Silverstein (May, 1999)
From: GUEST,Allen in Oz
Date: 08 Feb 09 - 03:21 AM

Many thanks Joe

Have you heard the Burl Ives version of " When She Cries"...it is simply beautiful

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