Poets’ Graves Blues Train

[kozmikdave]

[Sung to the tune of “Been Down So Long” by the Doors. An idea like Jester’s – simply add a verse. I’ll kick it off with two verses.]

Well I’ve posted all my best songs
No-one’s read them for a week
Well I’ve posted all my best songs
No-one’s read them for a week
Yeah, why don't one you people
Give me your critique?

I said "Mister Moderator,
"Don’t you pour your wrath on me."
I said "Mister Moderator,
"Don’t you pour your wrath on me."
I found a home here mister
Just let a poor boy be

[Jester]

I been a rackin up my brain
just to try to make you smile
I been a rackin up my brain
just to try to make you smile
and if you'd add a little verse
it would make it all worthwhile.

Don't know if this fits. Is it like "Roadhouse Blues"?

[barrie]

Far away the blues train whines
and I'm walking down them rails,
Far away the blues train whines
and I'm walking down them rails,
I'm gonna jump an old flat wheeler -
cut me some brand new trails.

[kozmikdave]

Well the Jester’s got the rhythm
When the going gets this tough
Yeah the Jester’s got the rhythm
When the going gets this tough
Don’t worry ‘bout the tempo
Hey man, it’s close enough.

[cameron]

I dun gone dun and did it
There ain't no use denyin'
I dun gone dun and did it
There ain't no use denyin'
I dun gone shot my baby
And there ain't no use in cryin'


Blind Melon McTell

[twoleftfeet]

Well since this thread's been started
the rhythm's moved about a bit
Well since this thread's been started
the rhythm's moved about a bit
as long as I can pick it
I won't pick no holes in it

[Jester]

Well I ain't no pheasant plucker
but I'll pluck at my guitar.
Well I ain't no pheasant plucker
but I'll pluck at my guitar.
I been pluckin' all my life and
it ain't plucked me so far.

[kozmikdave]

We're not stoppin at no stations
But you can eas'ly get on board
We're not stoppin at no stations
But you can eas'ly get on board
Jump up on the wagons
Soon we'll be a hoard

[barrie]

I can hear them wheels a-hummin',
a cold wind moaning through the cars,
I can hear them wheels a-hummin',
a cold wind moaing through the cars,
tears fall in the moonlight
and ice drops from the stars.

[twoleftfeet]

There's warm straw in this boxcar
where I can lay my weary head
There's warm straw in this boxcar
where I can lay my weary head
but I'd rather have my woman
laying beside me in my bed

[cameron]

There's a noose in the caboose
Where I can lay my weary head
There's a noose in the caboose
Where I can lay my weary head
But I'd rather use this shot gun
That's a loaded up with lead.

Lordy Mama McTell (brother of Blind melon)

[twoleftfeet]

I'm gonna shoot or hang myself
gonna leave this world behind
I'm gonna shoot or hang myself
gonna leave this world behind
I been reading too much "Sylvia"
She's being playing on my mind

[kozmikdave]

She's been playin' wid my mind, Lord
Playin other games as well
Well she's been playin' wid my mind, Lord
Playin other games as well
She's been plyin' wid the driver
I'll send dem both to hell

[cameron]

I bin readin' too much Sylvia
I bin readin' too much Ted
I bin readin' too much Sylvia
I bin readin' too much Ted
I'm gonna have to ditch 'em
Find me some Pam Ayres instead.

[Jester]

Get your teeth into Pam Ayres,
are you really quite that down?
Get your teeth into Pam Ayres,
are you really quite that down?
I'd rather poke my eyes with needles
when I see her books around.

[David]

The female of the species
is deadlier than the male
I said the female of the species
is deadlier than the male
How do you tell her
You tell her by her tail

[Jester]

Well if tales were big white whales
we'd be blubbered up to hell
Well if tales were big white whales
we'd be blubbered up to hell
Yeah our oil-lamps would be full
but there'd be an awful smell.

[kozmikdave]

There'd be an awful smell, girl
Coz I had some beans for tea
There'd be an awful smell, girl
Coz I had some beans for tea
Don't stick your nose under my blankets
they call me the breeze


[We could make this like the haiku by starting the next verse with the last line of the previous - like it is starting evolve.]

[Jester]

They call me the breeze, (Good band!)
I keep blowin holes in pants.
Yeah, they call me the breeze,
I keep blowin holes in pants.
Gonna get me to the jungle -
find some anti-flatulence plants.

[twoleftfeet]

Tell me how does Superman manage?
I'll bet that boy could kill you dead....
Tell me how does Superman manage?
I'll bet that boy could kill you dead....
He has to wear his pants on the outside
even though they'se made outa lead

[barrie]

Tell me Mr Flatulance man
how you manage with oil so sparse?
Tell me Mr Flatulance man
how you manage with oil so sparse?
Guess you've no need for petrol,
just a gas-pipe up your arse.

[Jester]

Just a gas pipe up my arse
and it's blowin out a tune
Just a gas pipe up my arse
and it's blowin out a tune
I'm gonna my self outside, girl,
gonna outshine the Moon.

Does that scan any better, Dave? Notice I didn't ask it it fitted any better . Thanks for the tune

[Bombadil]

I'm a gonna outshine the Moon,
my baby done left me far too soon,
I said, I gonna outshine that old Moon
that old milk cow left me far too soon.
She left me, she did,
for that man with the silver spoon.

[Jester]

Well there's you with silver spoons
and there's me without a shoe
You know there's you with silver spoons
and there's me without a shoe
There ain't no justice in this world
and you know what you can do.

[barrie]

So you know what you can do friend
with your head full of good ideas,
so you know what you can do friend
with your head full of good ideas,
stick it where the sun don't shine
till your eyes well up with tears.