The Needle and the damage Done – Neil Young

I just had to throw this in too – having a 6yr old daughter and listening to disney music, this song has brought on a whole new meaning since I sobered up. LOL

The Bare Necessities

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature’s recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life

Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn’t be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin’ in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few

The bare necessities of life will come to you
They’ll come to you!

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That’s why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life

Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
Next time beware
Don’t pick the prickly pear by the paw
When you pick a pear
Try to use the claw
But you don’t need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big pawpaw
Have I given you a clue ?

The bare necessities of life will come to you
They’ll come to you!

So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
‘Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You’re working too hard

And don’t spend your time lookin’ around
For something you want that can’t be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it
I’ll tell you something true

The bare necessities of life will come to you

“Waiting around to die”
by Townes Van Zandt

Sometimes I don’t know where
this dirty road is taking me
sometimes I can’t even see the reason why
I guess I keep a-gamblin’
lots of booze and lots of ramblin’
it’s easier than just waitin’ around to die

One time, friends, I had a ma
I even had a pa
he beat her with a belt once ’cause she cried
She told him to take care of me
headed down to Tennessee
it’s easier than just waitin’ around to die

I came of age and I found a girl
in a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and hit in on the sly
I tried to kill the pain, bought some wine
and hopped a train
seemed easier than just waitin’ around to die

A friend said he knew
where some easy money was
we robbed a man, and brother did we fly
the posse caught up with me
and drug me back to Muskogee
it’s two long years I’ve been waitin’ around to die

Now I’m out of prison
I got me a friend at last
he don’t drink or steal or cheat or lie
His name’s Codine
he’s the nicest thing I’ve seen
together we’re gonna wait around and die
together we’re gonna wait around and die

I know what you mean.For some Reason “Go ask Alice” makes me wanna do bong hits.Go figure huh?

Hey How bout Warrant Burning bridges it’s on Dog eat Dog, Alice in Chains Jar of flies- Rotten Apple and I belive it’s the 4th song but can’t remember the name, it used to be my bedtime music. Eagles- Life in the Fast lane Incubus Drive That one has always motivated me to take charge of my own life.

Hang in there
Valkeryheart

“Thanks to Calvary” by George Younce and The Cathedrals
“The God in the Mountain” by Lynda Randall
“Why Me, Lord” by Kris Kristofferson
“One Day At a Time” by many
“Turn This Wine Into Water” by T. Grahm Brown
“The Next Right Thing” also by T. Grahm Brown
“How Great Thou Art” by George Beverly Shea
“Mary, Did You Know” by Mark Lowrey

BubbaBob

Well, I see Johnny Cash was mentioned, but the best two he did were written by others . . .

Kristofferson wrote “Sunday Morning Coming Down” . . .

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
* * * * **
‘Cos there’s something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’,
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin’ city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin’ comin’ down.

And that ode to the ol’ low bottom cowboy, “Ghost Riders in the Sky” . . . Written by Stan Jones in 1948…

http://www.homestead.com/deenotes/ghost.html

The riders rode on by him, and he heard one call his name
“If you want to save your soul from hell a ridin’ on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride,
A-trying to catch the devil’s herd across these endless skies.”
Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo. the ghost riders in the sky.

I’ve got a secret version of that one in my “Dry Drunk First Aid Kit.”

And finally, let us not forget Brother Brian . . . Wilson, that is, same last name as Bill, and the Beach Boys’ “The Sloop John B.” Never been seasick, but this one brings back memories . . .

The first mate he got drunk
And broke in the capn’s trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff john stone
Why dont you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home

I always wonder if John B stood for John Barleycorn . . .

I love Dustin Kensrue’s cover of this song. (even though it makes me cry)

Blood and Wine

I’ve been with Sally
I’ve been with Sue
I’ve been with Cindy and her sister too.
Now I’m tryin’ to settle down,
Start a familyl wiith that cute little Kim.
But now that I’ve tasted blood,
Now this wine tastes too thin

I’ve got a needle, don’t be alarmed.
It shoots streams of lovely things into my arm.
Well I’d sell my own mother for some sweet heroin.
Oh, now that I’ve tasted blood,
Now this wine seems too thin

Sometimes the white coats; They hide black hearts.
We learn to sugar coat the same black guards.
If you headline the gold
I’ll cure richness sin.
Oh, now that I’ve tasted blood,
Now this wine seems too thin

Oh, well I walked in the bank
And I pulled out my gun.
You should’ve seen those people scream and run.
I used to make an honest buck;
How can I go back to that again?
Oh, now that I’ve tasted blood,
Now this wine seems too thin.