A Tex/Mex group out of Texas. I came across them around twenty years ago on NPR. A lovely young voice was reviewing them and their first album. Every word she spoke deepen my appreciation and understanding of their music. Then she hit me with "angel" And I never saw more clearly into a life not my own. He drew tatoos for his friends They'd sit around and get real stoned And he fought with guys twice his size So he wouldn't feel so alone Angel They said it was a shame Angel They loved him just the same Angel They shut him out They said you had a mean streak in your heart He had the virgin on his back And one that said I love you And he never learned to read or write I guess he figured what's the use Angel They said it was a shame Angel They loved him just the same Angel They shut him out They said you had a mean streak in your heart Well I'd rather die standing Than to live on my knees And with the way things go I might not make seventeen Angel They said it was a shame Angel They loved him just the same Angel They shut him out They said you had a mean streak in your heart [repeat]
Another kind of love one lived in in a loveless world of harsh realities. My girlfriend has a job down at the local cafe Serving hotcakes 'n coffee 'n fried eggs every day Some people are cool but some are rude They do nothing but complain Then my baby comes home and she drives me insane My girlfriend is a waitress My girlfriend is a waitress Treat her right My girlfriend is a waitress My girlfriend is a waitress I love her and I'm gonna pick her up from work tonight The money that she makes doesn't go too far She's got to split it up with the guy behind the bar The regulars get on her nerves They treat her like a slave The kitchen's always yellin' at her baby come and get this plate My girlfriend is a waitress My girlfriend is a waitress Treat her right My girlfriend is a waitress My girlfriend is a waitress I love her and I'm gonna pick her up from work tonight If I had a million dollars I tell you just what I'd do I'd buy a '66 Fury in your favorite color baby blue I'd tell your boss that you quit your job I'd tell him where to go And then we'd drive south honey and we'd head down to Mexico My girlfriend is a waitress My girlfriend is a waitress Treat her right My girlfriend is a waitress My girlfriend is a waitress I love her and I'm gonna pick her up from work tonight
If your into Saxophone, this one is for you. He walked the street to the corner liquor store Got some cigarettes and wine and he backed out the door It didn't work out quite like he thought it would Now he's back page news down in the neighborhood And it's boom boom boom Boom boom boom Boom boom all night long Boom boom boom Boom boom boom Boom boom all night long She's up late staring at the TV all alone Got the front light on for a man who ain't coming home Baby in the bedroom starts to cry The sound of the street is her only lullaby And it's boom boom boom Boom boom boom Boom boom all night long Boom boom boom Boom boom boom Boom boom all night long Downtown, Uptown, cruisin' for a thrill Nothin' to lose and a whole lotta time to kill She's up late staring at the TV all alone Got the front light on for a man who ain't coming home And it's boom boom boom Boom boom boom Boom boom all night long Boom boom boom Boom boom boom Boom boom all night long
The first I heard of or from John. I felt like i watching a man in a street fight, trying to stop the violence. Perfectly Good Guitar John Hiatt Well, he threw one down from the top of the stairs Beautiful women were standing everywhere They all got wet when he smashed that thing But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing: Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I don't know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar It started back in 1963 His momma wouldn't buy him that new red Harmony He settled for a sun-burnt with a crack But he's still trying to break his mama's back Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I don't know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend But every good thing comes to an end Now he just sits in his room all day Whistling every note he used to play There ought to be a law with no bail Smash a guitar, and you go to jail With no chance for early parole You don't get out till you get some soul Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I don't know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar Late at night, the end of the road He wished he still had the old guitar to hold He'd rock it like a baby in his arms Never let it come to any harm Oh, it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I don't know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar Source: LyricFind Songwriters: John Hiatt Perfectly Good Guitar lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Who knew a group named "The Iguanas" could be so good. It's been many decades since boom boom boom all night long Featured in my life. Nice while it lasted!
Quite a song. Oh for the days when NPR lived up to its name. They later started to starve it of money so the fat (is evil necessary to say?) cats slowly took it over and it became useless, at least to this non fat cat worshiper.
Daniel, 'Perfectly Good Guitar' is one of my favorite John Hiatt tunes. Great choice! We had a chat about Hiatt some time ago: https://www.gamersonlinux.com/forum...hard-sing-shake-a-hand.2460/page-2#post-18739
I remember! ":O} If music is going to fight for anything...Music should fight for it's own instrumentality, The means by which Music reaches out to us. But I have a confession to make, I was trying to lure you back into posting. Say! Your friends with Gizmo, maybe you could get him to post as well. I appreciate that Kaitian can't post here as the English don't like music. But Thai's have a long history of producing some of this world's most amazing sounds...Gamalon...Did I get that right? There! I hit three birds on one note!
They rocked the house! A house made for prestige, men dressed in ribbons whose dignity forbade outward shows of exaltation. laughed as children do when their mothers sing. and their fathers dance. Por por you have enriched us.
I saw her almost to drunk to stand in San Diego she sang like a tortured angel and burned in her own light.
I know she's your main squeeze por por, but I just had to see her again! forgive me Bro ":O} And look they her backup whistle! The little boy in me rejoices.
The first few notes kinda leave me cold. Then that singular and amazing voice infuses those same notes with musical meaning. And yes this is an entire Album, you don't have to listen you can go outside and play! ":O}
Pamela Kay or PK as we lovingly called her told me she wasn't altogether sure she knew what this song was saying, but it sure tied up a lot of loose ends for her. I concur