The Real Buffalo Joe

My uncle told me he went camping with some friends in the mid 70s. Middle of the woods. No radio. No records. Just one guy who happened to have a copy of “Who’s Next” on 8 Track. So they just played it all weekend long. Hasn’t listened to a song from that album voluntarily since.

What albums have you listened to all the way through, beginning to end without skipping any songs the most? Greatest Hits and Live Albums do count. In no particular order: Back in Black: AC/DC Abbey Road: The Beatles Live Bullet: Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band Led Zeppelin II Dark Side of the Moon: Pink Floyd Tres Hombres: ZZ Top Beatles 1: The Beatles (My introduction to the Beatles) Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band: The Beatles Hot Rocks: The Rolling Stones Highway to Hell: AC/DC

Yeah every time it seems like there ain't nothin' left no more I find myself having to reach out and grab hold of somethin' Yeah, I just catch myself wonderin', an' waitin', an' worryin' About some silly little thing that don't add up to nothin' And then she looks me in the eye, and says We're gonna last forever and ever And you know I can't begin to doubt it No, 'cause it just feels so good and so free and so right I know we ain't never gonna' change our minds about it, hey Here comes my girl Here comes my girl Yeah, and she looks so right She is all I need tonight

County and Country. Every time I read one of those words I have to go back and double check if there was an R.

Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life I'm a lot like you were Old man look at my life Twenty four and there's so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two Love lost, such a cost Give me things that don't get lost Like a coin that won't get tossed Rolling home to you

There's a documentary called "They Sold Their Soul's for Rock and Roll." I've watched it about five times. It's awful in its own fantastic way. The problem with Christian music, is they try to be the "Christian version" of certain bands. There's one called X-Sinner, which is just a poor attempt at an AC/DC sound. It's one thing to be influenced by a band, another thing to just be a straight up poor imitate them, but with Christian lyrics. The other problem is that the lyrics don't always need an altar call. You can write lyrics that have Christian values in them without specifically being about Jesus Christ in every single song. The worst part is, they try to balance it now a days and write vague creepy love songs that you can't tell if they're about God, or a boyfriend/girlfriend.

https://www.jesus-is-savior.com/Evils in America/devils_music.htm I've been enjoying this website for years when I get bored, and it seems @Gugny just discovered it. This whole website is a gold mine. I consider myself a Christian, and a relatively devout one at that, but this site is absolutely insane. Enjoy!

Elton John himself was the one who insisted on it being in there because he “didn’t live a PG-13 life.” I understand he was/is gay. I don’t want it cut out of the plot. But showing them kissing and waking up in bed together has the same effect from a story telling point of view.

The only two things in life that make it worth livin' Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women I don't need my name in the marquee lights I got my song and I got you with me tonight Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas With Waylon and Willie and the boys This successful life we're livin' Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newberry's train songs and Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody feelin' no pain

Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine With your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose And when you wake up in the morning With your head on fire And your eyes too bloody to see Go on and cry in your coffee But don't come b itchin' to me Because you had to be a big shot, didn't you You had to open up your mouth You had to be a big shot, didn't you All your friends were so knocked out You had to have the last word, last night You know what everything's about You and to have a white hot spotlight You had to be a big shot last night

I mean, it'll be cool that the AFCE makes it four years in a row, but it won't be New England*.

I really enjoyed Godzilla. The only thing I'm wondering is how they can top that? It seems him fighting all of the Monsters on earth should be the finale of the series, not the second one. Maybe someone with more knowledge of Godzilla history can answer that.

Early one morning while making the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that loving 44 beneath my head Got up next morning and I grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but I run too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico Late in the hot joints taking the pills In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said, "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down" "Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me Shot her down because she made me slow I thought I was her daddy but she had five more." When I was arrested I was dressed in black, They put me on a train and they took me back Had no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Got up next morning about a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line Talked and he coughed as he cleared his throat He said, "Come on you dirty hack into that district court" Into the courtroom, my trial began Where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw that little judge commence to look about In about five minutes, in walked the man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read, in the first degree I hollered, "Lawdy, Lawdy, have mercy on me" The judge he smiled as he picked up his pin Ninety-nine years in the Folsom Pen Ninety-nine years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad B word down Come on, you've got to listen unto me Lay off that whisky, and let that cocaine be

She comes in colors everywhere She combs her hair She's like a rainbow Coming, colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors

I was justified when I was five Raisin' Cain, I spit in your eye Times are changin' now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the b itch gets back Eat meat on a Friday, that's all right Even like steak on a Saturday night I can b itch the best at your social do's I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue I'm a b itch, I'm a b itch oh, the b itch is back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact I can b itch, I can b itch 'cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move, the things that I do

Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh) Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh) My need is such I pretend too much I'm lonely but no one can tell Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh) Adrift in a world of my own (ooh ooh) I play the game but to my real shame You've left me to dream all alone Too real is this feeling of make believe Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal (While I love Freddie Mercury, when I Googled the lyrics for this song, his version, not The Platters far supireor version was the one listed with lyrics.)

John Williams is definitely up there. But even though his music is for films, I wouldn't consider it "popular" music.

Not talking about lyricism, raw instrumental talent, vocal, etc. Are there any artists in "popular music" for lack of a better term, that deserve to be remembered in history with the likes of Beethoven, Mozart, etc? The only ones I can think of off the top of my head are Elton John, and Lennon and/or McCartney. Possibly Brian Wilson, but that might be stretching it.

I'm never gonna dance again Guilty feet have got no rhythm Though it's easy to pretend I know you're not a fool Should've known better than to cheat a friend And waste the chance that I've been given So I'm never gonna dance again The way I danced with you

Well it's 40 below and I don't give a f***, Got a heater in my truck and I'm off to the rodeo It's an alla man left and alla man right Come on you f***in' dummy get your right step right Get off stage you g** d**n goof you know You piss me off, you f***in' jerk You get on my nerves

Woke up this mornin' to the sunshine It sure as hell looks just like rain I know where to go on a cloudy day Oh rainy day woman I never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine You have been a friend of mine, rainy day woman

Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no

Do you do anything besides hang out at the grocery store?

I literally went to Golden Corral just last night. I was astounded by the number of women who's stomachs were just hanging out. Granted I don't think half of them were on purpose, so much as they just bought clothes that were too small.

Wish I was a millionaire I'd play rock music and grow long hair I tell you boys I'd drive a new Rolls Royce Pretty women hangin' on me I'd give 'em all the third degree Satin sheets to keep 'em off of the streets Hallelujah hear me talkin' to ya praise the Lord and pass the tambourine Great Jehovah you'll come over As soon as ya see me boogie woogie cross the silver screen