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16 Jun 01 - 11:47 PM (#485256) Subject: Loudon Wainwright lyric request From: GUEST,mr. sockhead Does anyone have the lyrics to loudon wainwright's "School Days," which begins, "in delaware..." or his, "Medley" |
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17 Jun 01 - 12:08 PM (#485446) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Loudon Wainwright lyric request From: Clinton Hammond sorry, nope... but if I find 'em I'll bring this thread back... "I Wish I Was A Lesbian" is one of my all time favorite songs!! LOL!!!! |
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17 Jun 01 - 12:43 PM (#485466) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Loudon Wainwright lyric request From: Noreen Yeah, Clinton! :0) |
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09 Aug 01 - 01:13 PM (#524390) Subject: Lyr Add: SCHOOL DAYS (Loudon Wainwright) From: Timbobbin From memory it goes something like this.
School Days
My drift dream ditties I would sing That is as far as I can remember, I will dig out the album later to check |
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09 Aug 01 - 08:28 PM (#524781) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Loudon Wainwright lyric request From: Brakn Wonderful.... |
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04 Dec 01 - 01:22 AM (#603198) Subject: Lyr Add: SCHOOLDAYS (Loudon Wainwright) From: Joe Offer This is from the McGarrigles Website (click here). There are lots of lyrics at his site, http://lwiii.com/. Doesn't have lyrics for his medley (I Know I'm Unhappy / Suicide Song / Glenville Reel). -Joe Offer- SCHOOLDAYS Loudon Wainwright, Snowden Music Inc. ASCAP In Delaware when I was younger I would live the life obscene In the spring I had great hunger I was Brando I was Dean Blaspheming booted blue-jeaned baby boy Oh how I made them turn their heads The townie brownie girls they jumped for joy Begged me bless them in their beds In Delaware when I was younger I would row upon the lake In the spring I had great hunger I was Keats I was Blake My pimpled pencil pains I'd bring To frogs who sat entranced My drift-dreamed ditties I would sing The water strider danced In Delaware when I was younger I thought st andrew had sufficed In the spring I had great hunger I was Buddha I was Christ You wicked wisemen where's your wonder You pharisees someday will pay See my lightning hear my thunder I am truth I know the way In Delaware when I was younger |
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04 Dec 01 - 09:11 PM (#603856) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Loudon Wainwright lyric request From: 53 MY FAVORITE SONG OF HIS IS DEAD SKUNK. BOB |
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04 Dec 01 - 09:34 PM (#603882) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Loudon Wainwright lyric request From: ddw Somehow, 53, I just knew that.... david |
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05 Dec 01 - 01:08 PM (#604308) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Loudon Wainwright lyric request From: GUEST,guest Bit of trivia: there's a boarding school named St. Andrew's in Middletown, Delaware, on a beautiful lake, which the school crew uses for races and practices. The movie, "Dead Poets Society," was filmed on the campus. Wainwright graduated from St. Andrew's in the '60s. I graduated in the early '75, and that song captures and condenses an amazing amount of information and sensation. |
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07 Jan 12 - 01:17 AM (#3286394) Subject: Lyr Add: I KNOW I'M UNHAPPY+SUICIDE SONG+GLENVILLE From: Jim Dixon MEDLEY: A) I KNOW I'M UNHAPPY, B) SUICIDE SONG, C) GLENVILLE REEL. As sung by Loudon Wainwright III on "Album II" (1971) I know I'm unhappy, know things aren't right. F'rinstance last week I got drunk ev'ry night. I know that I'm angry; I know I'm afraid. I rarely make love; I mostly get laid. And I know I'm unhealthy; no doctor could doubt. My dreams are all bad and my hair's falling out. When you get the blues and you want to shoot yourself in the head, 'Tsallright; 'tsallright; go ahead. Do the monkey; do the pony; do the slop; do the boogaloo twist. Cut your throat; cut your throat; cut your wrist. When you tire of worldly toil, Shuffle off this mortal coil. Turn your body back to soil. It's ok; it's ok. When you get hung up, hang yourself up by your neck. What the hell; what the hell; what the heck. Stomp on the moon and spit in the ocean. Razzamatazz an' I love you. Holy smokes an' Land o' Goshen You can do anything that you want to do. You can sing four songs; you can dance ten dances. Eat twelve candies; drink eight beers. Break two rules and take six chances, Laugh nine laughs and shed three tears. Eat that watermelon; drink that moonshine. She's the lady and you're the lord. A Mail-Pouch chew will keep you in line. Drive all over in her granddaddy's Ford. Small talk, big talk, hugs an' kisses, Strum a little number on the red guitar. If you want to charm the bonnet off your missus, Go out and catch a firefly; stick 'im in a jar. Ah, take off 'er clothes an' throw 'er in the river. Wash your body an' stick it in the sun. Give that gal ever'thing you can give 'er. You can give 'er the bullets if you can give 'er the gun. |