[jgb] hitting yoiur head with a baseball bat

joeallonby vze422fs at verizon.net
Fri Jul 23 23:47:01 CDT 2004


Yeah, it's great, until winter sets in.

on 7/23/04 4:49 PM, Terrance at lycidas2 at earthlink.net wrote:

> I got plenty of nothing
> And nothing's plenty for me
> I got no car - got no mule
> I got no misery
> 
> Folks with plenty of plenty
> They've got a lock on the door
> Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em
> While there out a  making more - what for
> 
> I got no lock on the door - that's no way to be
> They can steal the rug from the floor - that's OK with me
> 'Cause the things that I prize - like the stars in the skies - are all
> free
> 
> I got plenty of nothing
> And nothing's plenty for me
> I got my gal - got my song
> I Got heaven the whole day long
> I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
> And the inevitable pinhole burns,
> All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
> I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
> I got a silver spoon on a chain.
> Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
> I've got wild, staring eyes.
> And I got a strong urge to fly,
> but I got a Led Zeppelin and Keith Moon in the pool.
> Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
> Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
> Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater
> Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no beer
> Ain't got not Marigolds or Moons or Promised-Lands
> Ain't got no Woman
> Ain't got no hole in the ground where they used to sing "I like to Live
> In America!"
> Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
> Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
> Ain't got no love, ain't got no name
> Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
> Ain't got no God
> Ain't got no X
> Ain't got no Malcolm
> Ain't got no Polish
> Ain't got no talcum
> I got Nina Simone on the phone.
> I got Sonny Bono's Bones, Babe.
> I got Papa and His Rolling Stones.
> And all He ever left me.
> I got Sponge Bob sitting on a Corn Flake
> Waiting for the Bassoon Band your in
> to change its name to The  International Silver String Submarine Band!
> I got a little black book with my poems in.
> Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
> When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
> I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
> Got those swollen hands blues.
> Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
> I got electric light,
> And I got second sight.
> Got amazing powers of observation.
> I got my hair, I got my head
> I got my brains, I got my ears
> I got my eyes, I got my nose
> I got my mouth, I got my smile
> I got my tongue, I got my chin
> I got my neck, I got my balls
> I got my heart, I got my soul
> I got my back, I got my sex
> I got my arms, I got my hands
> I got my fingers, Got my legs
> I got my feet, I got my toes
> I got my liver, Got my blood
> I've got life , I've got my freedom.
> "Don't know about that 'free,' Oberst."
> 




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