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Barsnake (Barsnake)
le Duc
Username: Barsnake
Post Number: 149
Registered: 4-2002
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 11:30 am: |   |
I saw those lyrics while searching for the version I posted, LH. I would like to see how similar the melody is...
and the beat goes on... |
Barsnake (Barsnake)
le Duc
Username: Barsnake
Post Number: 148
Registered: 4-2002
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 11:29 am: | |
And - I don't get defensive at all - I rather enjoy the unsophisticated side of our American life.
I remember when we first started chasing after Osama in the mountains of Afghanistan, it was suggested we got the wrong boys over there. We should have sent a bunch of Bubbas with beer guts, cammo tee-shirts, overalls, a 1960's ford pickup, and Red Boned Coon Hound over there to flush him out. They's have his ass by night fall.
and the beat goes on... |
Barsnake (Barsnake)
le Duc
Username: Barsnake
Post Number: 147
Registered: 4-2002
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 11:21 am: | |
Hominy:
http://www.bartleby.com/65/ho/hominy.html
and the beat goes on... |
Lordhobgoblin (Lordhobgoblin)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Lordhobgoblin
Post Number: 692
Registered: 10-2000
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 11:14 am: | |
"Sad-Dam Hoo-Sane? Ah sez we put a boot innat ole boy's BUTT!"
Who needs the good ole boys from Dry Gulch Texas, your President comes across in pretty much the same fashion.
Maybe he takes after his daddy.
"When I need a little advice about Saddam Hussein, I turn to country music." - George Bush Sr in 1991
Who needs those snooty, highly edumucated, foreign policy advisers when you can get all the advice you need from an old 8-track? |
Lordhobgoblin (Lordhobgoblin)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Lordhobgoblin
Post Number: 691
Registered: 10-2000
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 10:58 am: | |
You Americans really get all touchy and defensive if someone, even in jest, has a dig at the unsophisticated end of your culture. Even your Presidents do their best to dumb-down their act for fear of upsetting the electorate by appearing sophisticated or intellectual. |
Lordhobgoblin (Lordhobgoblin)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Lordhobgoblin
Post Number: 690
Registered: 10-2000
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 10:46 am: | |
Ok so grits is ground hominy. What the fuck is hominy? |
Lordhobgoblin (Lordhobgoblin)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Lordhobgoblin
Post Number: 689
Registered: 10-2000
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 10:45 am: | |
Sam Hall is actually an Irish folk song with a socialist inclination.
Oh my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Oh my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep.
Oh my name it is Sam Hall, and I've robbed both great and small
And my neck will pay for all, when I die, when I die.
And my neck will pay for all, when I die.
I've got twenty pounds in store, that's not all, that's not all,
I've got twenty pounds in store, that's not all,
I've got twenty pounds in store, and I'll rob 'bout twenty more
For the rich must help the poor, so must I, so
must I
For the rich must help the poor, so must I.
Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cart,
Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart.
Oh they took me to Cootehill , and 'twas there I made my will
For the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I,
For the best of friends must part, so must I.
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke,
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke.
Up the ladder I did grope, and the hangman pulled the rope,
And ne'er a word I spoke, tumbling down, tumbling down,
And ne'er a word I spoke, tumbling down.
(repeat Verse 1)
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Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician
Post Number: 478
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 10:43 am: | |
"I hold my pants up
with a piece of twine;
because you're mine:
I pull the twine" |
Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician
Post Number: 477
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 10:42 am: | |
There's a nifty little box set of Johnny, three discs, each devoted to a major theme of his: "Love", "God", "Murder". Pretty much sums it up. It comes with great stick-on tattoos, too.
Anyway, Johnny's not really a proper Country N Western guy. The industry in Nashville never liked him much, particularly his politics. He's more like a Folk artist (and Rockabilly in the '50s). Although, it was said of his daughter that she was "the girl who put the 'cunt' back in Country." |
The (Celticgent)
Mousquetaire
Username: Celticgent
Post Number: 48
Registered: 10-2002
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 10:35 am: | |
Because you're nine
I'm doin' time...
In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king. |
Barsnake (Barsnake)
le Duc
Username: Barsnake
Post Number: 146
Registered: 4-2002
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 8:35 am: | |
One of my favorite Johnny Cash songs -
My name it's Sam Hall, tis Sam Hall
O, my name it is Sam Hall, Sam Hall
O, my name it tis Sam Hall
An' I hate you one an' all
Yes, I hate ya one an' all
God-damn your eyes
O, I killed a man they say, so they say
O, I killed a man they say, so they say
O, I shot 'im in th head
An' I left 'im there for dead
Goddam his eyes
O th sherriff he came to, he came too
O th sherriff he came to, he came too
With his little boys in blue
He said, Sam, I'll see you through
He said, Sam, I'll see ya through
dam his eye
O, th preacher he came to, he came too
O, th preacher he came to, he came too
He ___ _ treated 'im bum
An' he spoke of kingdom come
Saw Nelly in th crowd, in th crowd
Saw Nelly in th crowd, in th crowd
An' she looked so goddam proud
That I hollered right out loud
O, Nelly, ain't you proud
Goddam your eyes
So, it's up th rope I go, up I go
O, it's up th rope I go, up I go
An' those bastards down below
They said, Sam, I told ya so
Goddam their eyes
and the beat goes on... |
Pataphysician (Pataphysician)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Pataphysician
Post Number: 476
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 7:27 am: | |
Lately I've been seeing the BBC nightly news. Every time they do a "man on the street" interview from America it's in this cafe in Dry Gulch, Texas. "Sad-Dam Hoo-Sane? Ah sez we put a boot innat ole boy's BUTT!" It's the same bunch of guys every night. "And that's the view from America. This is Pinkus Wheatly for the BBC". Hi-larious. |
Uncle (Uncle)
le Vicomte
Username: Uncle
Post Number: 77
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 4:33 am: | |
Happy Birthday Johnny! Today Im wearing all black and listen to JC all night. At 4pm Im going to pour some burbon,put on JC cd's and watch the world grow dark. OH!SWEET BLESS!!!! |
Heathen Beaner (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 62
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 7:41 pm: | |
stopped at the 7-11 on the way home to grab some sodas... and lo and behold... they had Busch in tall cans for sale!
finding Busch in san francisco is an extremely rare and wonderous thing! i personally prefer Busch over Bud. find it smoother and creamier (if that makes sense) on the palate, and it's cheaper to boot ;)
after posting on this thread earlier and bringing up all those old memories, i just HAD to grab a can when i saw it... am now sitting here drinking said tall can of Busch while typing this post and watching the Simpsons...
mmmmmm beer... :::insert Homeresque drool here::: |
Masqued Reveler (Nolamour)
Elitist Bastard
Username: Nolamour
Post Number: 624
Registered: 5-2002
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 7:13 pm: | |
Walking along the parade route tonight I decided to stop at "The Grocery" on Sixth and St. Charles for a little bite. I look over to see what's the Hubub and here comes the good ole Red BUDWEISER Truck, wagon, buggy, float, whatever you want to call it... Pulled by 8 Clydesdale Horses. I thought to myself, as a tear ran down my cheek, "If only the rest of the world (Forum) understood".
Laissez le Bon Temps Rouler! |
Quidam (Artemis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Artemis
Post Number: 601
Registered: 10-2000
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 6:54 pm: | |
Ah'm goin down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I kin drink enough
There ain't much to country livin
Sweat, piss, tears and blood ...
Warren Zevon |
Absinthe Queen of Reviews (Head_prosthesis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Head_prosthesis
Post Number: 1696
Registered: 1-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 5:54 pm: | |
This here's a good ol' thread.
Pata-P LOVES SPECIAL "H"! HE'S "A" NUMBER ONE FAN!!! |
Kallisti (Admin)
Madame Guillotine
Username: Admin
Post Number: 859
Registered: 1-1998
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 5:52 pm: | |
a plug for my good friend over at gumbopages.com ... more grits!
http://gumbopages.master.com/texis/master/search/?query=grits
“A lady who has a secure seat is never prettier than when in the saddle, and she who cannot make her conquest there, may despair of the power of her charms elsewhere.” - THE MANNERS THAT WIN, 1880
http://www.feeverte.net |
Quidam (Artemis)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Artemis
Post Number: 598
Registered: 10-2000
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 5:26 pm: | |
"Grandpa's pissed his pants again
He don't give a damn
Brother Billy got both guns drawn
He ain't been right since Vee-et Nam
Sweet Home, Alabama
Play that Dead Band song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long .... "
Warren Zevon
"we ran into some friends of theirs in a mustang gt and ended up drag racing along said dirt road... and winning... sitting on milk crates going over 90 mph "
That sort of thing was so common in my youth, it would be easier to pick out the days that WEREN'T like that.
And I hope Lord Hob will remember, a Southern man don't need him around, anyhow. |
Jay & The Imp (Thegreenimp)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Thegreenimp
Post Number: 214
Registered: 7-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 4:39 pm: | |
Grits always reminded me of visiting all my family up in Philly. My Mom a native of Philadelphia, came to Texas in the 1950's with my Dad, and liked Texas so much that they stayed.
I was never much for liking Grits as a child, but my Mom loved them, and had Grits for brekfast often. When we would go up to Philly, she would always bring a supply with her, much to the amusement of My Grandmother, who thought that Grits were kind of strange. Since I was considered "The Southerner" of the family, it was a point of great amusement that I was not a fan of Grits. (I thought they were just kind of plain)......However, I love Habbersetts Scrapple.
Jay |
Heathen Beaner (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 61
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 4:36 pm: | |
haha jsut realized i missed this post below from hobgobby...
"...No doubt the sounds of Johnny Cash were thundering out of your eight-track as your roared down that dirt track in your primer coloured pick-up (with buffalo horns on the front grill and a confederate flag flying from the CB aerial)..."
subtract the buffalo horns and confederate flag, add in milk crates where the seats used to be, and i've been there, done that... wasn't my truck tho, was me, my buddy Nate (long haired white hick from arkansas), and his buddy Olin (big half white half native american dude) whose truck it was... and along said dirt road, we ran into some friends of theirs in a mustang gt and ended up drag racing along said dirt road... and winning... sitting on milk crates going over 90 miles per hour is an experience i'm not soon to forget...
in said mustang, we also took out on other ocassions and did donuts along the town's main drag and hangout and sped down other dirt roads as well...
and on the hood of said truck, i got laid in the middle of nowhere off some other dirt road parked at some abandoned power station where we were drinking mad dog and busch (and at least one person ran naked through the woods)...
good times... |
Heathen Beaner (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 60
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 4:27 pm: | |
oh, and back on topic, i absolutely love Johnny Cash, and an ice cold Bud is always welcome to my gullet (though i tend to prefer ales and guinness, some ocassions just require a good cold tasteless american lager ;))...
AND i'm a socialist.
there are probably a number of cash songs that hobgobby would like...
"leave yer guns at home, boy..."
and most of them hicks you're puttin down are just plain old regular folks who just don't know any better, and couldn't care less. there's something wonderful to be said for sittin in a shallow creek on a blistering southern summer day with a cooler full of Bud or Busch blasting Skynyrd from the truck radio... man... good times... |
Heathen Beaner (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 59
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 4:19 pm: | |
oh, and dagnabbit, make sure to stir stir stir! not constantly, but often enough to get rid of any lumps that form... in my world, lumpy grits makes the baby jeebus cry! |
Heathen Beaner (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 58
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 4:17 pm: | |
oh, and instant grits is also a sin! quick cooking grits is forgivable tho ;)
oh, as for folks who like em sweet, you can pretty much do anything to them that you would with oatmeal, malto meal, maypo, and any other breakfast porridge...
also, try using them with your usual stuffing for poultry, or even replacing the bread if you're allergic to yeast. |
Heathen Beaner (Emmy)
Absinthe Mafia
Username: Emmy
Post Number: 57
Registered: 9-2001
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 3:05 pm: | |
i eat grits all the time. i like them cooked thick (runny grits, for me, is a sin hehe), NEVER sweet (there are folks like me who never eat them sweet, and some who never eat them savory), a bit of butter, salt, pepper, hot sauce... sometimes i'll throw some sort of sausage into the boiling water (usually either hot links or cheddarwurst)... and when done, top it off with a couple or few fried eggs over easy.
my grandma used to serve us grits with breakfast when we stayed overnight. they'd be plain and thick cooked. we'd add salt, pepper, and butter or sometimes reserved ham fat she kept in a mason jar on the kitchen table... mmmm...
god damn, makin me hungry!
you can also pretty much use grits in place of polenta in any recipe. cook em real thick, let em cool in a loaf shape, and they set up good: you can then slice em into discs and fry em up like pancakes. yummy. |
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