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03 Nov 00 - 01:18 PM (#333694) Subject: Ultimate Whim From: GUEST,dalem@usadatanet.net LAte '70s, early '80s, central connecticut. A one-man show, guitar player, I can't recall his name. He had a particularly disturbing song that I believe he wrote. It was even on the album of his (with a giant ball of string on the cover)we had at the school radio station. It was a tale of a group of people trying to survive in New England after the nuclear war. It was titled "Ultimate whim" |
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06 Nov 00 - 11:56 AM (#335241) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ultimate Whim From: Hollowfox refresh |
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06 Nov 00 - 06:04 PM (#335512) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ultimate Whim From: Quincy refresh again!! |
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19 Sep 03 - 12:37 PM (#1021901) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ultimate Whim From: GUEST,Dalem@usadatanet.net What means refresh? |
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19 Sep 03 - 01:33 PM (#1021939) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ultimate Whim From: Sorcha Refresh means just to bring it to the main page again. No lyrics found. Animaterra was looking for them a while back too. |
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24 Jan 12 - 04:52 PM (#3295657) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ultimate Whim From: GUEST,999 Subject: Lyr Add: THE ULTIMATE WHIM (Carl Henry) From: Jim Dixon Date: 15 Feb 11 - 08:43 PM You can hear this at YouTube. I transcribed it. I don't know why I bothered. Does anybody care about people who escape from Hartford, going upstream on the Connecticut River in a lead-bottomed boat? Built just for this purpose, I suppose. THE ULTIMATE WHIM Carl Henry, from the album "Life Savings," Jamboree Records CSS-124 (1976) We started north in the light-time. We were a party of five: Jenny and John and his sister, Mary with me at her side. The Congress called it an adventure. A short one, it lasted five days. I didn't expect finding Mary With the others she'd hidden away. CHORUS: Mary, I love you. John, you too. Jenny and Maggie, I need both of you. I only hope there are more who lived through. The river was hot with its poison, But we found a lead-bottomed boat, And deciding to chance leaving Hartford, We loaded and set out afloat. Springfield was almost an impasse. The bridges were down in our way. We squeezed through an archway of concrete Formed by the ... The rest of the trip was accomplished. We agreed to make camp when it cleared. 'Bout six hours north of Hanover, We branched off and settled our gear. CHORUS Maggie she died 'bout a week after that, Her arms and her face eaten through. But the four of us prospered; we got our health back. Jenny was seven months due. Then I caught John with Mary alone. I squared things the following night. The rain started in so I left him to stink With his handle adorning my knife. CHORUS When I finally found Betty, she'd settled things right. With a razor she'd sliced her own neck. Jenny and me the next morning we left And hiked toward the mountainous west. That fall Jenny gave me a baby born dead, And she had to fight to survive, And although we prayed for a miracle save She lay with her head paralyzed. CHORUS Now twice a day I man a short-wave And hope for sunlight to arrive. I feed Jenny meals and I watch her recline With her boy baby still at her side. My brother was Abel; my nephew was Cain. Jesus is my next of kin. Now I rule the world which is all my domain. I've conquered my ultimate whim. I've conquered my ultimate whim. I've conquered my ultimate whim. |
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25 Jan 12 - 02:24 PM (#3296148) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ultimate Whim From: Q (Frank Staplin) Jim must have found this song while mucking about in a pig pen. The title reminds me of the classic quotes of G. W. Bush, one being "At the whim of a hat." |