I was thinking about how country music is always about the South or the West. Songs are always talking about Georgia or Memphis, El Paso or Oklahoma. Songs talk about moonshine and grits, bass fishing and oppossum hunts. So I started thinking about trying to fit a country tune into all things Yankee. Its funny, but it just doesn't work.
We were sittin on the banks of the Allegheny throwin snowballs,
We were drinkin apple cider, running through a grove of maple trees,
I'll never forget that evening in Kalamazoo,
All those memories of love with me and you.
I can still taste that lobster we boiled on the beach in Massachusetts,
I held your hand from Toledo all the way to Montpelier,
The cherries were ripe, the Moose were calling, and the Auroura Borealis danced in the skies,
That night I looked into your eyes.
I had a pot roast stain on my white button down,
And you in that cardigan looked so sweet,
We took a ride in my stationwagon,
On our way to that hockey game,
You leaned over and whispered my name,
Like Wisconsin cheese, you melted my heart,
You thawed the freeze, and gave me a brand new start,
Like a Nor'easter comin down from above,
It stands tall like the Empire State Building,
Talkin bout yer love...
See it just doesn't work...
Give it a try, write a Yankee Country Tune!
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When a newspaper posed the question, "What's Wrong with the World?" G. K. Chesterton reputedly wrote a brief letter in response: "Dear Sirs: I am. Sincerely Yours, G. K. Chesterton." That is the attitude of someone who has grasped the message of Jesus.
All my ex's live in Connecticut
And CT is a place I'd dearly love to be.
But all my ex's live in Connecticut
And that's why I hang my hat in Good ole' Maine
Rosanna's down in Hartford; wanted me to push her broom,
And sweet Ilene's in Newington; she forgot I hung the moon,
And Allison in Southington somehow lost her sanity,
And Dimples who now lives in Bristol got the law lookin’ for me.
Yup, you're right... don't work...
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If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
2 Chronicles 7:14 KJV
He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God? Micah 6:8 KJV
Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is. 1 John 3:2 KJV
I'm goin' through the big D
And I don't mean Detroit
I can't believe what the barrister had to tell us
I got the Taurus she got the two-story Victorian home with a full basement
I'm goin' through the big D
And I don't mean Detroit
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When a newspaper posed the question, "What's Wrong with the World?" G. K. Chesterton reputedly wrote a brief letter in response: "Dear Sirs: I am. Sincerely Yours, G. K. Chesterton." That is the attitude of someone who has grasped the message of Jesus.
I was sitting in an ergonomic chair
In a club in China Town
When this old boy walked in
And he sat right down next to me
I could tell he'd been drivin' through rush hour traffic
There were tear stains on his a-shirt
And he said, "You wanna know what you get
When you play a blues song backwards?"
You get your condo back,
You get your iguana back,
You get your best friend Mohammed back,
You get your Ferrari back,
You get your hair plugs back
You get your first and second wives back
Your front step herb garden
Your boyfriend named Martin
Your bling bling bling and a diamond ring
You get your summer house and the yacht and the moped
First night in lockup with a dope head
Sounds a little crazy, a little scattered and absurd
But that's what you get when you play a blues song backwards!
You get your mind back,
You get your money back,
From the stupid shrink who prescribed you Prozac
You get your pride back
You get your life back
You get your first real love back
You get your big screen TV, a DVD and a stackable washing machine
You get the pond in central park and the only spot of lawn downtown
The bail and the leaf blower
You go back where you don't know her
It sounds a little crazy, a little scattered and absurd,
But that's what you get when you play a blues song backwards!
We sat there and used the right silverware as we talked about how it would be
If we could turn it all around and go back to New York Ciiittyyyyy
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"God, send me anywhere, only go with me. Lay any burden on me, only sustain me. And sever any tie in my heart except the tie that binds my heart to Yours."
--David Livingstone
"To see no being, not God’s or any, but you also go thither,
To see no possession but you may possess it—enjoying all without labor or purchase—
abstracting the feast, yet not abstracting one particle of it;…."
--Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Song of the Open Road
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
Big Sam left Seattle in the year of '92,
With George Pratt, his partner, and brother, Billy, too.
They crossed the Yukon River and found the bonanza gold.
Below that old white mountain just a little south-east of Nome.
Sam crossed the majestic mountains to the valleys far below.
He talked to his team of huskies as he mushed on through the snow.
With the northern lights a-running wild in the land of the midnight sun,
Yes, Sam McCord was a mighty man in the year of nineteen-one.
Where the river is winding,
Big nuggets they're finding.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
George turned to Sam with his gold in his hand,
Said: "Sam you're a-lookin'at a lonely, lonely man.
"I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this land,
"For one small band of gold to place on sweet little Ginnie's hand.
"'Cos a man needs a woman to love him all the time.
"Remember, Sam, a true love is so hard to find.
"I'd build for my Ginnie, a honeymoon home.
"Below that old white mountain just a little south-east of Nome."
Where the river is winding,
Big nuggets they're finding.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
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Master of Science in Applied Disgruntled Religious Theorist Wrangling
PhD in Petulant Tantrum Quelling
Dean of the School of Hard Knocks
Wish that I was on Mt. Washington,
Down in New Hampshire.
Ain't no smoggy smoke on Mt. Washington,
Ain't no cable tv wires.
Once there was a broad on Mt Washington,
Half Moose, the other half Timberwolf.
Wild as a lynx, sweet as Vernor's,
I still dream about that.
Mt. Washington, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole Mt. Washington,
Mt. Washington, New Hampshire Mt. Washington, New Hampshire
Once two dudes climbed on Mt Washington,
Lookin' for some hard cider.
Dudes ain't come back from Mt. Washington,
Guess they weren't good fighters.
Apples won't grow at all on Mt Washington,
Dirt's too rocky by far.
That's why all the folks on Mt Washington
Get their apples from a jar.
Mt. Washington, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole Mt. Washington,
Mt. Washington, New Hampshire Mt. Washington, New Hampshire
Now I've had years of cramped up city life,
Trapped like a snow goose in a pen.
Now all I know is it's a pity life
Can't be simple again.
Mt. Washington, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me.
Good ole Mt. Washington,
Mt. Washington, New Hampshire Mt. Washington, New Hampshire
Yeah Mt. Washington, New Hampshire iiirrreeee iiiirrrreeeeee iiiiirrrreeee!
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When a newspaper posed the question, "What's Wrong with the World?" G. K. Chesterton reputedly wrote a brief letter in response: "Dear Sirs: I am. Sincerely Yours, G. K. Chesterton." That is the attitude of someone who has grasped the message of Jesus.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
Big Sam left Seattle in the year of '92,
With George Pratt, his partner, and brother, Billy, too.
They crossed the Yukon River and found the bonanza gold.
Below that old white mountain just a little south-east of Nome.
Sam crossed the majestic mountains to the valleys far below.
He talked to his team of huskies as he mushed on through the snow.
With the northern lights a-running wild in the land of the midnight sun,
Yes, Sam McCord was a mighty man in the year of nineteen-one.
Where the river is winding,
Big nuggets they're finding.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
George turned to Sam with his gold in his hand,
Said: "Sam you're a-lookin'at a lonely, lonely man.
"I'd trade all the gold that's buried in this land,
"For one small band of gold to place on sweet little Ginnie's hand.
"'Cos a man needs a woman to love him all the time.
"Remember, Sam, a true love is so hard to find.
"I'd build for my Ginnie, a honeymoon home.
"Below that old white mountain just a little south-east of Nome."
Where the river is winding,
Big nuggets they're finding.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
North to Alaska,
They're goin' North, the rush is on.
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Way up north, (North To Alaska.)
Alaska aint Yankee country---they're Westerners!
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When a newspaper posed the question, "What's Wrong with the World?" G. K. Chesterton reputedly wrote a brief letter in response: "Dear Sirs: I am. Sincerely Yours, G. K. Chesterton." That is the attitude of someone who has grasped the message of Jesus.
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