Subject: RE: Mudcat Up Singing - a perfect songbook
From:
Midchuck
Date: 10 Sep 00 - 11:08 PM
I've done the Austin Lounge Lizards' Old Blevins a few times on HearMe, and had people request it yet again. I have performed it at gigs to the point of driving my partners crazy, and it is usually well received, primarily because it has the easiest chorus to learn of any song ever written, for adults at least. I've typed it in and tried to format it so it will read properly in HTML, but I have no idea how it'll come out.
Here's what I've got:
OLD BLEVINS (by the Austin Lounge Lizards, or some of them):
We had a little quarrel, she and I.
She told me to go curl up and die.
I went out to drown my sorrows,
At a joint called "No Tomorrows,"
Where the old man came and looked me in the eye:
Old Blevins.
I could see he had some wisdom to impart,
Some picture that was stamped and burned and etched upon his heart,
Then his eyes began to glisten
'Cause he knew that I would listen,
We sat there at that bar 'till nearly three,
And this is what Old Blevins said to me:
He said, "Blah, blah blah blah, blah blah, blah, in Tiajuana;
"Blah blah blah, back in 1963!"
He said, "Blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, you should have been there!"
"Blah blah blah" was what Old Blevins said to me.
So I sat there and I listened to his words,
As the flapped around my head like little birds.
Had he gone plumb round the bend,
Or did I just not comprehend?
His lips were writing songs I could not read,
When suddenly, it all came clear to me.
As he said, "Blah, blah blah blah, blah blah, blah, them crazy hippies!
"Blah blah blah, blah blah no effect on me!"
He said, "Blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, the Great Depression!"
"Blah blah blah" and he would not leave me be.
Old Blevins was still talking when I siezed my chance to flee.
Back home she's never learned I'm not the fool I used to be.
But I know that a man and a woman's lives were somehow changed
By a loathsome, toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged.
And my memories of that evening fuel an inner, mounting fear
That I might become Old Blevins, anywhere that they sell beer!
And I'll say "Blah, blah blah blah, blah blah, blah, I don't remember...
"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, mistakes were made..."
I'll say, "Blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, how about them Cowboys?"
"Blah blah blah" just like Old Blevins said to me.
Old Blevins....
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sj
