Mahler, why dont you please stop spamming the hell out of our Classic Rock Group with all your insane ramblings and posts to your horrific "music".
Really, dude, we go a long way back, and I asked you nicely before, to not do this.
Howl
--- On Tue, 6/21/11, W. K. Mahler, Mahlers.Com <mahlerscom@gmail.com> wrote:
> From: W. K. Mahler, Mahlers.Com <mahlerscom@gmail.com>
> Subject: [Classic_Rock_Forever] "We're All Gonna Get Paid" & "Something There Too"
> To: classic_rock_forever@yahoogroups.com, ccchatboard@yahoogroups.com, romaxrab226@msn.com, "Trudi Carlino" <trudibear@msn.com>, jnslynn@yahoo.com, lilmaniac1221@yahoo.com, soulpoetrysite@gmail.com, sirnigz@gmail.com
> Date: Tuesday, June 21, 2011, 4:00 AM
> Hi,
>
> Well if I ever have rap questions, I'll be sure to ask here
> and my big
> neighbor, Dee.
> I was thinking of Bruce Springsteen's son "Evan" who is 18
> or older now but
> long after both these blues raps (Springsteen, Run DMC,
> Green Day, Eminem)
> were made with no lyrics ahead of time, freestyle in front
> of a live
> audience. They stream at http://www.mahlers.com.
> There's a song named "Freedom" by Audrey Kelly and myself,
> recorded live at
> the Prodigal Son of Hyannis, September 19, 2001. It's
> ASCAP and US
> Copyright covered since 2003-04. Springsteen used
> "Freedom" for his title
> track (and Grammy nominated) "Devils &Dust". Just
> listen to Freedom,
> especially after the 4 count and you will hear "Devils
> & Dust" and the
> harmonica solo (me), Audrey (guitar and vocals) and me on
> vocals. I've not
> been paid, I contacted Springsteens manager Jon Landau with
> the songs and he
> wrote back stating there is no similarities and he reserves
> for his client
> the right to do as they/he will about an autograph photo I
> had on my website
> at the time. We're talking millions, at least
> $2,000,000 for me and Audrey
> to split and residual monies afterwards. My
> sister-in-law Julie Forest is
> an A+ graduate attorney out of Otis, MA. and she has the
> job if she wants
> it, I think she will. I don't want to fight, I
> want to live with darkness
> and light.
> FREEDOM IS NOT FOR FREE You can't separate peace from
> freedom because no one
> can be at peace unless he has his freedom. Malcolm X
>
>
>
> --We're All Gonna Get Paid--
>
>
> August 2004
> Recorded at the Hyannis Town Green, Hyannis, MA.
>
> I was used
> Oh, anybody you did use
> Come here just the other night just to say
> This musician is gonna get up here and play
> Oh that was your body that was played
> Forever innocent it's permanently displayed
> Now what's the sense of doing all that
> Do you think it was just the tip of my hat
> Let you know that was your life gone by
> Oh without nary a tear from my eye
> Someday soon you're gonna get paid
> Oh it ain't as easy as made in the shade
> I swear it just might not be true as of yet
> But that is certainly a most certain safe certain bet
> And that ain't just any storm that's gonna blow by
> And that's a little bit more than rain in your eye
> I swear it might be love but it's true
> Same message every day different but repeated to you
> Oh but repeated to you
>
> Oh but repeated to you
> Oh about those things you do
> I do declare there are some witnesses over there
> Who hears everything a singers got to say
> Now do I need to repeat the story that is online
> About the loving you did while I was asleep for some time
> Dear if that ain't whoring I don't know what of it's true
> Same thing you might be saying about this singing I do
> Believe me that this ice is paid
> About me getting a job who needs one anyway
> Taxes too I believe that money is well spent
> About this life that's been living something like hell
> bent
> Now I don't need to repeat a story that's been true
> Now the next time you look at me I say it ain't true
> About these things I didn't want to happen here
> Mmm, same things repeating man year after year
> Someday soon you might face me just the same way
> About these reasons why it's history that's been gained
> Excuse me but that ain't no dinner I eat
> I need nothing more than a better sense of treat
> Excuse me about the way this stories been displayed
> Me and this harmonica alone everyday
> I remember us sitting up in bed
> Not that I remember what was going on instead
> By the bottom of my own very two feet
> Two strangers and this woman did meet
> Now I needn't remember a certain thing
> Except but this image this memory still brings
> Left up there somewhere online
> That's why I've been saying everyday every single time
> Need me to repeat it again
> You're wondering why I remained your friend
> Sensibility about me singing all this
> Center stage I do regret I don't miss
> That kind of special loving you've been seeking all the
> time
> About the sense of me trying to make a new kind of rhyme
> That is someone sitting listening to all this
> I do remember there's no regretting sense to all this
> Mmm, there's no sense of regretting to all this
>
> You might remember why I tried to repeat it again
> Everybody's got their own special friend
> That might be just as well we know
> I swear that's the reason why a storm this way will blow
> Now do I need to say do it again
> That's just between myself and my own special friend
> His name was Gandhi but now he's dead
> But just consider the life he tried to have led
> Now this is America Hyannis I do mean it's true
> Now this harmonica is G and it's blues
> Do I need to remember all this
> About this special loving I seem to miss
> Next morning when I wake up beside you my friend
> Just remember what driving is all about my friend
> You gave me a mission here and believe me it's true
> About all that special loving that's been due to come to
> you
> Don't try to break open this man
> By repeating everything that's been done across this land
> Because all that does is make a threat out of me
> About this reason why I live by this creed
> Now if your looking for the same look to your eye
> Don't stop to remember the reasons why
> That is the message that you have been saying to me
> Now I got to believe that is your own special creed
> So the next time you're remembering this
> That is why I still call you Misses miss
> Excuse me for making this tune
> Now I gotta be going leaving soon
> Goodnight and I gotta say
> Someday soon we're all gonna get paid
>
>
> --Something There Too--
>
>
> October 2003
> Recorded live at The Prodigal Son, Hyannis, MA. With
> some unexpected help
> from the audience.
>
>
> Mm-Hm Sniff
> Mm-Mm-Mm-Mm
> Uhuh - Uhuh
> So I sold my soul
> To someone you know
> And now there's somebody lettin' me
> Try to let it go
> I got to get it back
> It's somewhere you know
> I got to find this thing called my inner soul
> Mm-mm
> So the vacuum cleaner sucks it up all inside
> And all the dirt and the pot and soil we hide
> And now there's something called little bit of L. S. D.
> I'm seeing what it was that was inside of me
> So the stories I've read might be true
> It's something I didn't do just-a how 'bout you
> Mm-hm eh-mm, eh-mm, eh-mm
> It was the Kennedy's that were in our best first
> But I do believe that isn't someone else's hearse
> And there's something that you might not see
> It's just something there inside of me
> Mm-mm, mm-mm
> So I might up-end you deep inside
> But you know there's endless sleepless nights
> Oh where you laughed and cried and you mightily tried
> All the things we said and the things we keep inside
> Mm-mm, mm-mm
>
> And so there is this man in our own dreams
> He died on the cross and now he's on the media scene
> I know I've seen him before and now he's come back for
> more
> I'm telling you that he is in your bedroom drawer
> It's a little book, named it, there-ere it is
> And I know that there is this clue in there
> That tells you where you've been and what you've seen
> And I know that it's your own personal dream
> And that something shared that you do not dare
> Let it out, do you mind and do you care
> Uhuh, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
> Oh yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh, whoa yeah
> Uh-uh, oh yeah, uh-huh, yeah
> So I've lived in lets see, 1,2, 3
> Apartments right here in Hyannis part of history
> I've been told there's a man that's been here before me
> And the stories are true, yes they are there for me
> Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
> Whoa-oh, uh-uh, uh-uh
> And so somebody will arise agai-
> Who's is it this time now, who's eyes is it in
> And I'm wondering where my brain did go
> But sooner or later there'll be a T. V. show
> That show's you where you think you might've been
> And there's something in your next of kin
> And there's something you might understand
> It's something that keeps you grounded in the place your
> in
> And I know that someday I'll be there too
> But as I am standing here right in front of you
> I might be making no sense but who dares care
> And I know that there's this electric stare
> There's a baseball man gettin' ready to swing
> There's a pictures on the wall of the lives we bring
> And I'm telling you as you steered around
> And there's something that you might know underground
> There's a house up the road with a crypt inside
> I know it's there my in-laws did not lie
> And there's something there on the end of the street
> There's something there underneath my feet
> There's just a one place I might like to go
> There's a one place where there's an all man show
> And in an only one place all man show
> Can only be one thing where women go
> There's is a joint unity in the shows we show
> I know there's something that we show
> And I know as you talk and it gets louder in here
> I might be going insane but do I care
> I believe there's somethin' in my stare there
> That tells you where I've been in there
> And there's something that just keeps me scared
> And there's something that keeps me keep on darin'
> In there there's something that I do not say
> And there's someplace that I tread today
> And there's someplace that I might like to go
> But there's only one thing that I need to know
> Do you mind do you just really care
> I might be there before you tread there
> Oh as you might know you might already been there
> And there's something there inside your stare
> As you grow inside and you see inside
> As you know inside it is your life
> And there's the life we share and keep inside
> And in the things we let out well we cannot hide
> So you think your pictures are developed freely
> I'm a tellin' you I've seen e'm all easily
> And in even though you might not know there
> Is something in your television there
> And there's talk all around it's driving me mad
> As you grabbed your bag are you really glad
> And I know that somethin's your mind
> And I might be finding peace of mind
> And the shared we drink and the things we say
> I'm not making sense but do I care anyway
> I know someday tha-
> (Spoken) "Hey, life ends sometime, heh."
>
>
> W. K. Mahler
> http://www.mahlers.com
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