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Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
In Mudcat MIDIs:
My Last Cigarette
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: BobLusk Date: 12 Jan 00 - 07:03 PM I'm not trying to offend smoker's by the way, really - I'm really not, but you can't use the word choice when you're talking about an addicive drug. Most cigarette smokers would like to quit, but just don't see how they can do it. I work with crack addict's too and they have more trouble not smoking cigarettes. Bob |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Richard Bridge Date: 12 Jan 00 - 07:12 PM I have been a non-smoker for some years now after several failed attempts to give up. I drink too but that is for a different argument. My wife is a smoker. I object quite strongly to all this non-smoking hypersensitivity. If you are a non-smoker a little smoke may be less than pleasant at over-close quarters. But it is nothing to the discomfort you impose on the smoker when you object to him or her smoking. Been there, done that. Please take your moral homilies and stick them somewhere else. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: BobLusk Date: 13 Jan 00 - 05:48 PM I disagree with the statement "If you are a non-smoker a little smoke may be less than pleasant at over-close quarters." The fact is that 2nd hand smoke experts ay that you have to be a long way away from smoke before you are not being hurt by it. If you can smell it, it's hurting you. More people die from smoking than alcohol and drugs by he way. More Columbians have been killed by American cigaretes than Americans have been killed by columbian cocaine! Bob |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Blackcat2 Date: 14 Jan 00 - 10:43 AM I just don't like the smell. Though i'd rather smell cig smoke than people wearing a lot of perfume. There's a few in my office building, thankfully not in my workspace, but there's often a wall of scent in the elevator. phew! By the way - does anyone know of any studies done (or even local info) on smoke-free bars/pubs? even if their just a couple nights a week? It seems weird to me that so many people are non-smokers and yet so little has changed to the bar scene. We have a pool hall in town that has two different sections - closed off and with a hall between them for non-smoking and for smoking. There is always plenty of people in the non area. just curious... pax yall |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,Trish Date: 24 Apr 00 - 06:06 PM Not really an anti-smoking song, but has anyone got the words of "Hev You Gotta Loight, Boy?" -sung by "The Singing Postman" back in the 60's - he was from the Norfolk/Suffolk border and sung other little gems such as "My Little Miss from Diss". Also what about Allan Taylor's song "Roll on the Day" about someone dying of advanced lung disease - not sure if it's cancer, pneumoconiosis or emphysema? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: John Evans Date: 24 Apr 00 - 06:17 PM Mmmm, Thanks Trish... Trying to stop drinking - why not make me feel like a leper for smoking, while I'm at it? You're so considerate to addicts here... John |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Caitrin Date: 24 Apr 00 - 06:27 PM Cigars killed my Uncle Bill We knew someday they'd get him He bent down in the street to pick one up And a bus drove by and hit him. --Mike Cross [Tobacco Song] |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,art Date: 24 Apr 00 - 07:02 PM "i'll give up the habit i will even yet when i've had just one more cigarette" sung by sheila hancock in the 60's [My Last Cigarette] |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Wavestar Date: 24 Apr 00 - 07:16 PM You know, I know this is going to get me hammered, because it seems like so many addicts will kick down on everything that goes against smoking (not all of them, I know... as with many other people, I have friends who smoke, who all wish they could quit, and who are very considerate of me...) I don't like being around smoke. It's not only 'less than pleasant', as Richard Bridges says, it's very unpleasant - ringing headaches, raspy sore throat, etc. If I'm at a song circle in a pub, I can't sing. I realise my reaction is strong, bordering on allergic. But my point is this: YOU chose to smoke. I respect your right to do that to your own body, etc. Please, by all means, enjoy it. *I* did not chose to smoke. I conciously chose not to smoke. What makes your right to smoke supercede my right not to, and not to have the air around me filled with smoke that makes me sick? If you can tell me that, explain to me why I should not eat in restaurants, go in pubs, or even walk the streets or in the park so that I can avoid your smoke, rather than the consequences going with the ones who made the choices... then I'll stop protesting. Seriously, though - I don't want to offend people. My question is genuine. I like smokers just as much as i like anyone else - I judge people on who they are, not what they ahve hanging out of thier mouths. Well okay, sometimes, but only if it's raw and bloody. I'm not against YOU - just your cigarettes. And I'm not telling you to quit, although I'm sure it would be more healthy, etc. You can make your own choices. I just don't want you making mine. -Jessica, ready to duck and run. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,art Date: 24 Apr 00 - 07:19 PM oops 'twas miriam karlin check out peggy seegers site
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Bugsy Date: 24 Apr 00 - 07:38 PM Try this one: http://www.cantech.net.au/~carneybe/
"Don't say we didn't warn you. Cheers Bugsy |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Caitrin Date: 24 Apr 00 - 07:46 PM If you smoke or dip or chew, you'd better get your fill, 'cause if tobacco don't get you then anti-smokers will! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,Mrr Date: 25 Apr 00 - 03:02 PM My .02: I used to smoke and would never have quit out of willpower. However, the summer I turned 17, the smoke from tobacco started making me sick. Headaches like butcher knives, nausea, cramps - I mean sick. I spent the entire summer traveling around, looking at colleges and so on, and trying one brand after another in the hopes of finding one I could stomach. Failed. Finally gave my last pack away and haven't smoked tobacco on purpose since. I have more respect for people that quit smoking out of willpower than probably any other group of individuals. That said, it is still the case that tobacco smoke makes me ill. While I recognize any adult's right to make a personal choice to engage in fun and dangerous behavior (I am anti-seat belt and -bike helmet legislation, for instance, though I, personally, wear both and insist my children do), I also strongly feel that it is the responsibility of the adult in question to ensure that their choice remains personal. Thus you have a right to own a gun, you don't have the right to shoot me. You can wear no helmet, but don't sue me when it's my sidewalk your skull impacts. You can smoke, but produce no smoke around me. I won't even let my mom (still 5+ packs/day, over 70, and going strong) smoke in my house. She says, I drive a car, what's the diff? My answer: When I drive my car in your house you can smoke in mine. Wish I knew a song about this - how about Live and Let Die? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,Frank Hamilton Date: 25 Apr 00 - 03:39 PM Tobacco damages health. As long as this is an individual's choice, then this is a smoker's prerogative. But if smokers endanger the health of people who don't choose it, then it is facism. Frank |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CIGARETTES WILL SPOIL YER LIFE (Sandburg) From: Joe_F Date: 27 Sep 04 - 05:51 PM CIGARETTES WILL SPOIL YER LIFE As recorded by Carl Sandburg on "Songs of America," 1999.
Cigarettes will spoil yer life, |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: dick greenhaus Date: 28 Sep 04 - 01:12 PM The punchline to Sandburg's little gem is: (spoken) "All cigarettes are milder than all other cigarettes" He was singing this a hell of a long time before the 50s'. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Margret RoadKnight Date: 28 Sep 04 - 09:44 PM Check out Don McLean's "Building My Body" |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,Clint Keller Date: 29 Sep 04 - 02:36 AM Don't know if this is pro- or anti-, but it's old -- 1920's or so. Pro, probably. Tobacco is a flthy weed - I like it. It satisfies no earthly need - I like it. It makes you thin, it makes you lean, It takes the hair right off your bean -- It's the worst dam stuff I've eve seen - I like it. Personally, I don't like it. I don't mind if anyone else smokes, but downwind, please. And that goes for that g.d. rank cologne too. There's a button that says "If you promise not to smoke, I promise not to fart." and that's pretty much my view. clint |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,ibo Date: 23 Jul 07 - 08:54 PM they asked me how i knew smoke was bad for you,whooh whooh i of course replied,milions of us died cos smoke got in our eyes |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Artful Codger Date: 23 Jul 07 - 10:11 PM How about that parlor favorite, "Father's a Smoker and Mother Is Dead"? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: GIRL FROM EMPHYSEMA (parody, Steve Allen) From: cetmst Date: 24 Jul 07 - 07:33 AM At a concert we attended the late Steve Allen sang a parody of "The Girl from Ipamena" and wrote it down for us afterward: Tall and pale and light and chalky, The girl from Emphysema goes walking, And when she passes, each one she passes Goes (wheezing, coughing). She should stop smoking, that's her solution But she contributes to air pollution, And when she passes, through noxious gasses It's (Wheezing, coughing). Oh how she's coughing and sneezing; Oh how she's hacking and wheezing; So, she's not really so pleasing. Once there were nights when we kissed, Now she lives in a primatine mist. Tall and pale and weak and sickly, Those girls with emphysema go quickly, And when she passes/ You'll see her lips turning blue, Let the girl with emphysema/ Be a lesson To you. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,chris Date: 24 Jul 07 - 09:39 AM I wonder how many smokers will now stay at home and increase the smoke content of their house- the houses with their children in and how many will go out into the beer gardens to smoke-where children may be. The people who know what is best for us i.e. the ones who work to take away an individuals right will move onto banning cars and alcohol both very serious killers in their own way. And before anyone comes back and says that smokers are causing non smokers to inhale the smoke, you might want to consider that smokers had pubs etc. before the people demanded that smoking places be given up for non smokers. This was so much easier than going and creating their own non smoking places. Always steal from someone else rather than do anything active yourselves. Again, to get in first I was a heavy smoker for26 years and have given up for 30 years. I just don't like peoples rights stolen by do-gooders who know whats best for everyone else. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Artful Codger Date: 25 Jul 07 - 03:01 AM Ah yes, banning smoking in public will irreparably rend the social fabric and lead to anarchy, mayhem and the second coming. ;-} |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST Date: 25 Jul 07 - 03:27 AM Chris, If it's wrong to stay at home and give your children lung cancer, why is it right to go down to the pub and infect strangers? Of course, us non-smokers could give up drinking (and in my case, listening to great music) by staying at home so that smokers can continue to foul up the atmosphere. We've had the ban in Ireland for several years now; no holocaust yet, and my asthmatic neighbour, who likes a drink, can now join us in the pub. Long live the do-gooders (even longer - now that we don't all run the risk of having their lungs turned into lace curtains and going home smelling of other people's dirty habits). Jim Carroll PS I've never heard the 'squatter's rights' on pubs argument before - bit pathetic really! |
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Subject: Lyr Add: ON THE BREWING OF SOMA (J G Whittier) From: Nigel Parsons Date: 25 Jul 07 - 02:51 PM Not exactly anti-smoking, but anti-drug. How many will recognise (before the last six verses) J G Whittier's: On the Brewing of Soma The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke Up through the green wood curled; "Bring honey from the hollow oak, Brink milky sap," the brewers spoke, In the childhood of the world. And brewed they well or brewed they ill, The priests thrust in their rods, First tasted, and then drank their fill, And shouted, with one voice and will, "Behold, the drink of the gods!" They drank, and lo! in heart and brain A new, glad life began; They grew of hair grew young again, The sick man laughed away his pain, The cripple leaped and ran. "Drink, mortals, what the gods have sent, Forget you long annoy." So sang the priests, From tent to tent The Soma's sacred madness went, A storm of drunken joy. Then knew each rapt inebriate A winged and glorious birth, Soared upward, with strange joy elate, Beat, with dazed head, Varuna's gate, And sobered, sank to earth. The land with Soma's praises rang; On Gihon's banks of shade Its hymns the dusky maidens sang; In joy of life or mortal pang All men to Soma prayed. The morning twilight of the race Sends down these matin psalms; And still with wondering eyes we trace The simple prayers to Soma's grace, That verdic verse embalms. As in the child-world's early year, Each after age has striven By music, incense, vigils drear, And trance, to bring the skies more near, Or life men up to heaven! Some fever of the blood and brain, Some self-exalting spell, The scourger's keen delight of pain, the Dervish dance, the Orphic strain, The wild-haired Bacchant's yell, - The desert's hair-grown hermit sunk The saner brute below; The naked Santon, haschish-drunk, The cloister madness of the monk, The fakir's torture show! And yet the past comes round again, And new doth old fulfill; In sensual transports wild as vain We brew in many a Christian fane The heathen Soma still! Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways! Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives Thy service find, In deeper reverence, praise. In simple trust like theirs who heard Beside the Syrian sea The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us, like them, without a word Rise up and follow Thee. O Sabbath rest by Galilee! O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee The silence of eternity Interpreted by love! With that deep hush subduing all Our words and works that drown The tender whisper of Thy call, And noiseless let Thy blessing fall As fell Thy manna down. Drop thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess Thy beauty of Thy peace. Breathe through the hearts of our desire Thy coolness and Thy balm; Let sense be numb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm! CHEERS! Nigel |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WHERE TOBACCO IS NOT From: Jim Dixon Date: 27 Jul 07 - 08:39 AM The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music WHERE TOBACCO IS NOT Words, M. P. Hayden. Music, Antoinette Choate. Boston: White-Smith Music Publishing Co., 1890. 1. Tell me, ye winged winds, that soar my pathway round, Do ye not know some spot where tobacco is not found? Some lone and pleasant dell, some valley in the west, Where free from tobacco smell, the weary soul may rest? The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low, And sighed in pity as it answered, "No!" 2. Tell me, thou mighty deep, whose billows round me play, Know'st thou some favored spot, some island far away, Where stifled man may find the bliss for which he pants: Freedom from fumes and juice of all narcotic plants? The loud waves rolled in perpetual flow, In deep bass voice resounded sadly, "No!" 3. And thou, serenest moon, that with such holy face, Dost look upon the earth, asleep in night's embrace, Tell me, in all thy round, has thou not seen some store Where fine cut, cigarettes, cigars are sold no more? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew her face, And grieved, she slyly answered, "Nary a place!" 4. Tell me, my ransomed soul, sustained by hope and faith, Is there no hiding place from juice and smoke and breath Of vile tobacco dire; is there no happy spot Where 'mid superior joys, tobacco be forgot? Faith, hope and love, best boon to mortals given, Flapped their bright wings and shouted, "Yes, in heav'n!" |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Artful Codger Date: 27 Jul 07 - 02:36 PM Hmm, according to "Big Rock Candy Mountain", there are cigarette trees in heaven. The Bible is strangely silent on this subject, presumably to allow theologians to debate whether there is indeed tobacco in heaven, and if so, how many angels can dance on a filter-tip. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Jim Dixon Date: 27 Jul 07 - 06:21 PM Reminds me…I once had a dream about my deceased father-in-law. In my dream, he was on furlough from Heaven (or wherever). We (I, my wife, and my mother-in-law) had an appointment to meet him in an outdoor restaurant. When we arrived, he was already seated at a table, chatting with a friend, having a drink, and smoking a cigarette. (In real life, he had quit smoking many years before his death.) My wife, seeing him, was shocked. "Dad! What are you doing?" "Hey, it's OK," he answered. "I'm already dead." |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THINK & SMOKE TOBACCO From: Jim Dixon Date: 27 Jul 07 - 06:44 PM Another version of the one lamarca posted above, from The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music (which web site, by the way, has been redesigned recently): "A Favorite Old Song on Mortality, THINK & SMOKE TOBACCO Made agreeable & pleasing to all Classes, from the King to the Beggar." Boston : John Ashton & Co., 1836 1. This Indian weed now wither'd quite, Though green at noon, cut down at night. Shows thy decay: All flesh is hay; Thus think and smoke Tobacco. 2. The pipe so lily-like and weak, Does thus thy mortal state bespeak, Thou art even such; Gone with a touch; Thus think and smoke Tobacco. 3. And when the smoke ascends on high, Then thou behold'st the vanity Of worldly stuff, Gone with a puff; Thus think and smoke Tobacco. 4. And when the pipe grows foul within, Think on thy soul defiled with sin; For then the fire It does require; Thus think and smoke Tobacco. 5. And see'st the ashes cast away, Then to thyself thou may'st say That to the dust, Return thou must; Thus think and smoke Tobacco. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: robinia Date: 28 Aug 07 - 11:46 AM I think the Smoking Song on Seeger and Scott's "No Spring Chickens" (1992) qualifies. Has anyone mentioned it? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Dave the Gnome Date: 28 Aug 07 - 07:00 PM Chris, And before anyone comes back and says that smokers are causing non smokers to inhale the smoke, you might want to consider that smokers had pubs etc. before the people demanded that smoking places be given up for non smokers. , what a load of bollocks. Show me that smokers were in pubs before non-smokers and I will show my arse from Blackpool tower. Pubs - At least 2000 years that we know of. The Romans found them in existance when they came here - so longer than that realy. Tobacco smoke? Any want to give me an accurate date? Mmmmm. Maybe Walter Raleigh? Maybe pubs had 'smoking rooms' in my Grandads day as well, showing that smokers had not always been the selfish ignorant gits that they are today. And why anyone thinks that justifying one anti-social act by saying that there are some worse is beyond me. Yeh, OK. Lets bring back bear baiting and cock fighting. Lets de-criminalise rape and child abuse. After all, driving a car is FAR worse! For heavens sake... Dave |
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Subject: Lyr Add: NON-SMOKING SECTION (Bob Kanefsky) From: Joe_F Date: 28 Aug 07 - 09:17 PM Non-Smoking Section This parody was sung by Leslie Fish on Tapeworm 2 Parody of "Mount Tam", words and music by Leslie Fish For more information and other parodies, see www.songworm.com Parody lyrics ©2/23/89 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright. Here I sit at the front of the plane. Might as well be a freeway lane Or the depths of a chimney stack. The flight is smooth, but the air is gray With the breath of the smokers that drifts my way From the seats just a few rows back. Chorus: So if there be any on board Who must light up in the short duration of the flight, Then for the short duration of the flight, Please step outside. Pressure's low, so the cabin's sealed. The filters get more than they can field; And here is a noxious cloud. Its tendrils run through the intake duct To the maze of vents where the air is sucked And supplied to the front-row crowd. (Refrain) Studies show that recycled smoke Makes smoking sections a useless joke: The whole cabin space will fill. The blood and urine of those who refrain Show nicotine from the back of the plane Invading their bodies, still. (Refrain) We who need to travel by air Find ourselves in the dragon's lair Of a vice that we did not choose. They'll wreck their bodies, and that's just fine, But the grave they're digging should not be mine, Nor the kids', nor the cabin crew's. (Refrain) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Mark H. Date: 29 Aug 07 - 06:47 AM Who can forget the B-side of Rolf Harris's "Tie Me Kangaroo Down"? "Of course," you cry as one, "Nick Teen and Al K. Hall!" |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,Ted Hazen Date: 15 Nov 07 - 12:49 PM Pootwaddle Cigarettes Spike Jones, sung by Doodles Weaver. Tthis was years before the Surgeon General's report! Does anyone know the words? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: SMOKE SMOKE SMOKE THAT CIGARETTE From: topical tom Date: 15 Nov 07 - 04:51 PM Jimmy Dean SMOKE SMOKE SMOKE THAT CIGARETTE Merle Travis/Tex Ritter 1. Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold, With the ways of a gentleman, I've been told, A kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea. But if me and a certain character met, The guy that invented the cigarette, I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree. 2. It ain't that I don't smoke myself, And I don't reckon they'll hinder your health. I've smoked them all my life and I ain't dead yet. But nicotine slaves are all the same. At a pettin' party or a poker game, Everythin's gotta stop while you have that cigarette. CHORUS: Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette. Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death, Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate That you hate to make him wait But you just gotta have another cigarette. 3. Now at a game of chance the other night, Ol' Dame Fortune was a doin' me right. The kings and queens just kept on comin' round. And I got a full and I betted high, But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy. He just kept a risin' and layin' his money down. 4. He'd raise me and I'd raise him, And I sweated blood. You gotta sink or swim. He finally called and he couldn't raise the bet. I said, "Aces full, pal. How about you?" He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two, But right now I just gotta have another cigarette." Smoke smoke smoke... [ piano ] 5. Now the other night I had me a date With the cutest little gal in the fifty states, One of them high-bred up-town fancy little dames. She said she loved me and it seemed to me That things were just about like they oughta be, So hand in hand we strolled down Lover's Lane. 6. She was oh so far from a chunk of ice, And our smoochin' party was a goin' real nice, So help me Hannah, and I think I'd of been there yet. I give her a kiss and a little squeeze, And she said, "Would you excuse me, please? But I just gotta have another cigarette." Smoke smoke smoke... X 2 You just gotta have another cigarette |
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Subject: Lyr Add: NICOTINE BLUES (Martin Winsor) From: Newport Boy Date: 15 Nov 07 - 05:55 PM I'm not sure this is an anti-smoking song, but I think a detect a slight note of regret. Nicotine Blues, by Martin Winsor (about 1960) I wake up in the morning no damn good I lie there in the bed just like a block of wood I fumble for the matches, light that morning fag There ain't nothing like that first sweet drag Chorus Nicotine, nicotine I'm just a slave to that nicotine You can keep your liquor and your Benzedrine I'm just a slave to that nicotine About every hour or so I get that yen Gotta stop everything and have a smoke again Looks like I was born the type That just lays around and smokes my pipe Some folks like that old Virginia grown Smoke tailor-mades or they roll their own You can do what you like to that Indian weed Me, I would even chew the seed Don't go much on that old opium Hashish only leaves me feeling numb But if you want to see me swing on a star Feed me up with a fat cigar Every night before I go to bed A certain thought passes through my head I know it's no use my counting sheep If I don't have a smoke I just can't sleep. I can't remember where I got this from, but I noted it down about 1961. Phil |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CRIME AND PUNISHMENT (Davie Robertson) From: jacko@nz Date: 15 Nov 07 - 06:52 PM I doubt that Davie Robertsons' humour is to everyone's taste but his observations of the human condition appeal to me. Crime and Punishment Saint Peter stood at heaven's gate tae vet the newly deid Wi snaw white goonie, muckle beard, and a halo roond his heid A wheen o new arrivals stood and trembled at his gaze And bitterly repented o the error o their ways First came a serial killer wha had terrorised the nation By subjectin auld age pensioners tae rape and strangulation "Come in ma lad" Saint Peter said "Yer sins are gey bad seemin But we'll no deny ye entry ower a puckle daft auld weemin" Next came an evil junkie whae presumed his hopes was nil For he yuis tae deal in heroin tae wee bairns at the skuil "Come ma lad, ye're no that bad. Even for your kind there's hope. An we'll no deny ye entry ower a wee bit toot o dope" Next came a gambler, a' his life he Lady Luck had served He had squandered a' his fortune while his wife and children sterved "Come in ma lad yer no that bad, come in an' meet yer buddies An we'll no deny ye entry ower a flutter on the cuddies" Next came a hopeless drunkard whae stood clamourin tae get in As he pished against the gatepost, he splashed Saint Peter's shuin The saint whipped oot a snaw-white cloot and dichted off his feet "Come in" he says "but when next ye pee, there's a gents just up the street" Next came a pervert lewd and vile, wi tastes base and perverse His een lit up an lingered on a passin cherub's erse "Come in ma lad, yer no that bad, oor love is wide and deep An we'll overlook yer escapades wi Fettes boys and sheep" So yin by yin they a moved up an forrit tae the gate Thieves, muggers, rapists, murderers, they hadnae long tae wait They never thocht in a' their days that they would be sae lucky For it seemed the celestial gatekeeper wisnae botherin his buckie Last came a fine upstanding chap in clean white shirt and tie Sic a paragon o virtue seldom met Saint Peter's eye Nae shame or blame had stained his name in a' his long life story The gate swung wide, he stepped inside, intae eternal glory Then sounded forth a michty voice that spoke wi awesome thunder "Haud on the noo, this will not do, there's been a serious blunder Send him tae Hell, where he'll serve well, employed as Satan's stoker Nae room I fear, for him in here. That bastard is a smoker" Jack |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Irene M Date: 16 Nov 07 - 11:07 AM Two songs come to mind. Robb Thompson wrote one, which I think Proper Little Madams sang, the only line of which I can recall is: "They wave their obscene cancer sticks around my house and when they've gone, for several days the putrid perfume lingers on". [People Who Smoke] Peggy Seeger also has a corker of a song [It's a Free World] about getting her own back on smokers (by farting in their company). |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST Date: 17 Nov 07 - 12:28 AM "Tobacco Song" (Mike Cross) "Chocolate Cigarettes" (Sylvia Tyson & Tom Russell) |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I'M SO TIRED (Lennon, McCartney) From: number 6 Date: 17 Nov 07 - 01:43 AM "I'm so Tired" by the Beatles I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink No,no,no. I'm so tired I don't know what to do I'm so tired my mind is set on you I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do You'd say I'm putting you on But it's no joke, it's doing me harm You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane You know I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette And curse Sir Walter Raleigh He was such a stupid git. You'd say I'm putting you on But it's no joke, it's doing me harm You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane You know I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind (mumbling) Monsieur Monsieur Lets have another one biLL |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BEEN SMOKING TOO LONG (Robin Frederick) From: GUEST Date: 17 Nov 07 - 02:04 AM Been Smoking Too Long Words & Music by Robin Frederick I wake up in the morning Look at my clock It's way past noontime I know I'm late for work Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong Ain't nothin' goin' right for me Must be I been smoking too long. I go to fix me some breakfast But I ain't got no food Go to take me a shower But the water don't feel no good Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong Ain't nothin' goin' right for me Must be I been smoking too long. Got opium in my chimney Got the marijuana blues Got a nightmare made of hash dreams Got the devil in my shoes Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong Ain't nothin' goin' right for me Must be I been smoking too long. Now when I get to smokin' I put my worries on a shelf Don't think about nothin' Try not to see myself Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong Ain't nothin' goin' right for me Must be I been smoking too long. Now in these blues I'm singing There's a lesson to be learned Don't go round smokin' 'Less you want to get burned Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong Ain't nothin' goin' right for me Must be I been smoking... Ain't nothin' goin' right for me Must be I been smoking... Ain't nothin' goin' right for me Must be I been smoking too long. MP3s are |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Stringsinger Date: 17 Nov 07 - 10:04 PM Smoking is more addictive than cocaine or heroin. As for smoker's rights, as long as they don't spread their smoke to non-smokers, then i would have no trouble with them. But they have no rights if they lay their trip on you through second-hand smoke. They have the right to poison themselves but not others. I think of it as a metaphor of religious or political evangelism. Keep it to yourselves and don't infect others. Frank |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST Date: 23 Apr 08 - 05:03 PM smoking is not so cool if you smoke your a fool |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Thompson Date: 24 Apr 08 - 05:22 AM No, Clare, I don't understand the rationale for smoking. What is it, please? |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: GUEST,ACE Date: 24 Sep 08 - 12:36 AM Do you know the Christas Carol Parodies? There are quite a few of them They are pretty good, though I have not located them. O Little Town of Bethlehem becomes O little lungs of smoking men etc. Cheers |
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Subject: Lyr Add: PEOPLE WHO SMOKE (Proper Little Madams) From: Black belt caterpillar wrestler Date: 24 Sep 08 - 07:28 AM I haven't seen this mentioned that Proper Little Madams used to do. People Who Smoke. People who smoke: The thought of nicotine-crazed junkies makes me choke. They hack and cough and splutter before they're halfway out of bed. Why don't they get the job done properly and drop dead. The way they rave, If they're denied the noxious poison that they crave. They suffer more horrific symptoms than a diver with the bends, And crawl on hands and knees through gutters for dog-ends. To some vast plain, They should be forcibly removed by cattle-train, And in a mighty conflagration of burning tyres and acrid smoke, They should be made to puff and pant until they choke. But no such luck. They come round to my house for tea and then light up. They wave their obscene cancer sticks around the house, and when they're gone, For seven days the putrid perfume lingers on. CH. Their bloodshot eyes, their sickly mien, They should be made to ring a bell and shout "Unclean." Caligula: I bet he always smoked a whacking great cigar. The Boston Strangler and Crippen, all those mad psychotic slags, Before they maimed and killed, I bet they had a drag. Speaking of death, The average smoker will request with his last breath, Not to be buried underground, where worms will rot him into mash, But to be burned so he can turn to smoke and ash. CH. Their bloodshot eyes, their sickly mien, They should be made to ring a bell and shout "Unclean." Smoking's not nice. The unsophisticated anti-social vice. They can keep their filthy roll-ups, shag tobacco, Cuban whiffs, I'm getting desperate for some coke or glue to sniff. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Jack Campin Date: 24 Sep 08 - 07:54 AM There is a spectacular rant against smoking and the tobacco industry on YouTube (part poem, part blues) by Allen Ginsberg. But he delivers it so fast I can't figure out more than about half of the words. Was it ever published on paper? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: PUT DOWN YOUR CIGARETTE RAG (DON'T SMOKE) From: Jim Dixon Date: 25 Sep 08 - 11:42 AM Lyrics copied from http://listserv.buffalo.edu/cgi-bin/wa?A2=ind0410&L=POETICS&D=0&P=482451 Also found at YouTube here and here. Ginsberg sings/chants/recites this poem to a strict rhythm. PUT DOWN YOUR CIGARETTE RAG (DON'T SMOKE) by Allen Ginsberg Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke Dont smoke It's a nine billion dollar Capitalist Communist joke Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke Dont smoke Smoking makes you cough, You cant sing straight You gargle on saliva & vomit on your plate Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke, Dont smoke smoke smoke smoke You smoke in bed You smoke on the hill Smoke till yr dead You smoke in Hell Dont smoke dont smoke in living Hell Dope Dope Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke You puff your fag You suck your butt You choke & gag Teeth full of crud Smoke smoke smoke smoke Dont dont dont Dont Dont Dope Dope Dope Dont Smoke Dont Dope Pay your two bucks for a deathly pack Trust your bad luck & smoke in the sack Dont Smoke Dont Smoke Nicotine Nicotine No No dont smoke the official Dope Smoke Dope Dope Four Billion dollars in Green 'swat Madison Avenue gets t' advertise nicotine & hook you radical brats Dont Smoke Dont Smoke Dont Smoke Nope Nope Dope Dope Hoax Hax Hoax Hoax Dopey Dope Dopey Dope Dope Dope dope dope Black magic pushes dope Sexy chicks in cars America loses hope & smokes and drinks in bars Don't smoke dont smoke dont smoke, dont smoke dont dont dont dont dont choke choke choke choke kaf kaf Kaf Kaf Choke Choke Choke Choke Dope Dope Communism's flopped Let's help the Soviet millions Sell 'em our Coffin-Nails & make a couple billions Big Bucks Big Bucks bucks bucks bucks bucks smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke Bucks smoke bucks Dope bucks big Dope Bucks Dig Big Dope Bucks Big Dope Bucks dont smoke big dope bucks Dig big Pig dope bucks Nine billion bucks a year a Southern Industry Buys Senator Jesse Fear* who pushes Tobacco subsidy In the Senate Foreign Relations Committee Dope smokes dope smokes dont smoke dont smoke Cloak cloak cloak room cloak & dagger smoke room cloak room dope cloak cloak room dope cloak room dope dont smoke Nine billion bucks for dope approved by Time & Life America loses hope The President smokes Tobacco votes Dont Smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke Dont smoke nope nope nope nope 30 thousand die of coke or Illegal speed each year 430 thousand cigarette deaths That's the drug to fear In USA Dont smoke Dont smoke Dont smoke Get Hooked on Cigarettes Go Fight the War on Drugs Smoke any other Weed Get bust by Government Thugs Dont smoke dont smoke the official dope If you will get in bed & give your girlfriend head then you wont want a fag Nor evermore a drag Dont Smoke dont smoke Hope Hope Hope Hope O Please Dont Smoke Dont Smoke O Please O Please O Please I'm calling on my knees Twenty-four hours in bed & give your boyfriend head Put something in your mouth Like skin not cigarette filth Suck tit suck tit suck cock suck cock suck clit suck prick suck it but dont smoke nicotine dont smoke dont smoke nicotine nicotine it's too obscene dont smoke dont smoke nicotine suck cock suck prick suck tit suck clit suck it But dont smoke shit nope nope nope nope Dope Dope Dope Dope the official dope Dont Smoke Make believe yer sick Stay in bed and lick yr cigarette habit greed One day's all you need In deed in deed in deed in deed smoke weed smoke weed Put something green in between but don't smoke smoke dont smoke hope hope hope hope Nicotine dont smoke the official dope Dope Dope Dope Dope Dont Smoke Smoke weed indeed smoke grass yass yass smoke pot but not nicotine no no indeed it's too obscene put something green in between your lips get hip not square listen to my wail don't dare smoke coffin nails ugh ugh ugh ugh the government Drug official habit for Mr. Babbitt Dont smoke the official dope dope dope dope dope don't smoke Dont Smoke Dont Smoke. [*Senator Jesse Fear = Jesse Helms. An earlier version of the poem had "Senator Joe Fear who runs the CIA", i.e. Joseph McCarthy(?).] Ginsberg, Allen. First Blues: Rags, Ballads & Harmonium Songs, 1971-74. New York: Full Court Press, 1975. Ginsberg, Allen. Collected Poems, 1947-1997. New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 2006. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE ANTI-SMOKING SONG (Bob Rowley) From: GUEST,Bob Rowley Date: 09 May 09 - 05:59 AM Hi Folks, You can listen & download my song for free on: http://www.myspace.com/bobrowley Here are the written words: THE ANTI-SMOKING SONG: - (DON'T TRY TO QUIT SMOKING FOREVER): by Bob Rowley Tobacco you were a devil. Like a curse from the day I was born. Maybe I'll meet you in Purgatory, 'but I'm not in hell anymore, boy. I'm not your slave after all Been smoking Tobacco most of my life. Addicted before I was born. Back in the days when a smoke was alright. Just after the second World War, boy. After the second World War. I clearly remember my first cigarette. Oh My, I thought it was cool. When I bought my first pack, there was no turning back, I got hooked - like any young fool, boy, Just ask any kid in my school. Tobacco you were a devil. Like a curse from the day I was born. Maybe I'll meet you in Purgatory, but I'm not in hell anymore. No. I'm not your slave after all But every morning for so many years, I tasted a bitter defeat. The habit of losing kept bringing me down, and scaring the life out of me ... fiddle de dee When I finally went to my Doctor, his words filled me with cheer : 'Don't try to quit smoking forever' he said 'Just stop for a couple of years, boy. Think of the next thirty years.' 'Cos Carcinoma in the old- runs slow, and if you abstain, You may survive to eighty five, then you can start smoking again .. .it's all in your brain. Now maybe you think I am crazy, but the difference seemed perfectly plain. I could never quit smoking forever, but to stop for a while I was game. And that was the break in my chain, boy. No tobacco will torment your body, but treat the discomfort with scorn. A light at the end of the tunnel will shine, through the cracks as the old prison wall comes a crumbling down And into this light you will wonder, as all of the symptoms withdraw. In a year and a day there'll be no price to pay, for body and soul to restore boy. Body and soul to restore. In a year and a day, you'll be able to say, 'my ship has outrun the storm. My ship has outrun the storm'. Tobacco you were a devil. Like a curse from the day I was born Maybe I'll meet you in Purgatory. But I'm not in Hell anymore, I'm not your slave after all. Maybe I'll see you in thirty years. Perhaps I'll won't see you at all. I'm not your slave after all. My ship has outrun the storm, …And this life is a rose with no thorn. ©Robin M. Rowley, 5th May 2009, Lint, Belgium |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs From: Emma B Date: 09 May 09 - 06:43 AM Thank you for your promotional link GUEST,Bob Rowley but it doesn't seem appropiate or courteous to me to also post the same message in 13 unrelated music threads in a 30 minute period this morning! |
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