Cadillacs are down at the end of the bat.
quote by Ralph Kiner
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Night Of The Cadillacs
Blinded by a million shades
I couldnt see their eyes
I couldnt see their eyes
The eyes of the crazies who drive
I couldnt see their eyes
I couldnt see their eyes
Chrome and plastic wheeled star-fighters
Smiled the psycho pink late nighters
Taking terror to the west end
As the heroes from the east end
Come down to shake the street
On the night of the cadillacs
On the night of the cadillacs
Shaken by a certain vibe
I couldnt read their minds
I couldnt read their minds
The minds of the devils who ride
I couldnt read their minds
I couldnt read their minds
Gleam amp spray canned wild stallions
Manic horsemen drag technicians
Radiators eat the west end
More trophies for the east end
Come round to mince the meat
On the night of the cadillacs
On the night of the cadillacs
Salute as they go by
The ones about to die
Salute as they go by
The ones about to die
Driven by a rock and roll sound
I couldnt reach their ears
I couldnt reach their ears
Driven by a rock and roll sound
I couldnt reach their ears
I couldnt reach their ears
Pinkies versus sidewalk killers
Berserk ballet of taunting thrillers
Mad marauders for the west end
Dread the duellists from the east end
Come watch the new elite
On the night of the cadillacs
On the night of the cadillacs
On the night of the cadillacs
On the night of the cadillacs
On the night of the cadillacs
song performed by by Billy Idol
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The Mincer
Health-food faggot with a bartered bride
Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride
Once had a friend with a cloven foot
Once he called the tune in a chequered quit
Great Deceiver
In the door on the floor in a paper bag
There's a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called him son
And she canonised the ground that he walked upon
Great Deceiver
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, cadillacs blue jeans
In the night he's a star in the Milky Way
He's a man of the world by the light of day
A golden smile and a proposition
And the breath of God smells of sweet sedition
Great Deceiver
Sing hymns make love get high fall dead
He'll bring his perfume to your bed
He'll charm your life 'til the cold winds blow
Then he'll sell your dreams to a picture show
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
Cadillacs, blue jeans, dixieland playing on the ferry
Cadillacs, blues jeans, drop a glass full of antique sherry
song performed by by King Crimson
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I went to jail at 16 for stealing tires off Cadillacs. When I got out I said, Never again.
quote by Barry White
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The Great Deceiver
Health-food faggot with a bartered bride
Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride
Once had a friend with a cloven foot
Once he called the tune in a chequered quit
Great deceiver
In the door on the floor in a paper bag
Theres a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
She raised him up and she called him son
And she canonised the ground that he walked upon
Great deceiver
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the virgin mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the virgin mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, cadillacs blue jeans
In the night hes a star in the milky way
Hes a man of the world by the light of day
A golden smile and a proposition
And the breath of God smells of sweet sedition
Great deceiver
Sing hymns make love get high fall dead
Hell bring his perfume to your bed
Hell charm your life til the cold winds blow
Then hell sell your dreams to a picture show
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the virgin mary
Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the virgin mary
Cadillacs, blue jeans, dixieland playing on the ferry
Cadillacs, blues jeans, drop a glass full of antique sherry
song performed by by King Crimson
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Kick It Up And Be Ready For Me
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You said with your lips,
You also have had it.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You said I was foolish,
But now you see where I'm at.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You had your limousines,
And drove around in Cadillacs.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
And when that train comes,
I'll not be looking back.
Heartbreak from me has to go.
So...
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You once valued your 'things' more than me.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You once said to me only bling was your thing.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
But your bling rusted up and on me your mind clinged.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
And now duets with me you want to sing.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You said with your lips,
You also have had it.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
You had your limousines,
And drove around in Cadillacs.
I'll be waiting at the depot.
And when that train comes,
I will not be looking back.
Heartbreak from me has to go,
So...
Kick it up and be ready for me.
All that nonsense I am leaving.
And at the depot I will be,
So...
If you're coming come with me,
To go.
Kick it up and be ready for me.
All that nonsense I am leaving.
And at the depot I will be,
So...
If you're coming come with me,
To go.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cadillac Jack Favor
(clint black/hayden nicholas)
Hes cadillac jack favor and the name rings true
If hes got a ride any stranger would too
The one bad habit that his ponder would say
Is sure gonna put him through the trials one day
And thats just what happened he took pity on two men
Heading down to louisiana, he stopped and let them in
And the thanks he did for helping them
Would make him wish he was busting broncs again
He dropped them off in bossieer city where they met up with a man
That vagabond commitee barely even had a plan
It was just a simple robbery turned double homicide
They got away with murder itd be someone elses hide
Almost two years come and gone they never solved that crime
til they found one of our vagabonds already doing time
When that jailbird started singing they all knew the words were wrong
But the sheriff and the da and the judge all sang along
They pinned it on jack favor, gave him life without parole
Gave jacks freedom to the jailbird, payment on the lies he told
Just so happens that election year everybody payed out at the polls
Cadillacs no fallen hero and hes never gonna break
When it comes to prison rodeo, therell be no easy eight
And if you want the definition of the picture-perfect frame
Itd be in the dictionary underneath jack favors name
Cadillacs no fallen hero and hes never gonna break
When it comes to prison rodeo, theres still no easy eight
And if you want the definition of the picture-perfect frame
Itd be in the dictionary underneath jack favors name
Yeah, its the worlds most crooked picture and when it comes to being framed
Cadillac jack favor should be in the hall of fame
song performed by by Clint Black
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Satin Sheets
Chorus:
Satin sheets to lie on
Satin pillows to cry on
Still Im not happy dont you see
Big long cadillacs, tailor maids upon my back
Still I want you to set me free
Ive found another man
Who can give more than you can
Though youve given me everything that money can buy
But your money cant hold me tight
Like he does on a long long night
No, you didnt keep me satisfied
Repeat chorus twice
Tag:
Satin sheets to lie on
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Seventh Street
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,
Bootleggers in silken shirts,
Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,
Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.
Seventh Street is a bastrad of Prohibition and the War. A crude-boned, soft-skinned wedge of nigger life breathing its loafer air, jazz songs and love, thrusting unconscious rhythms, black reddish blood into the white and whitewashed wood of Washington. Stale soggy wood of Washington. Wedges rust in soggy wood. . . Split it! In two! Again! Shred it! . . the sun. Wedges are brilliant in the sun; ribbons of wet wood dry and blow away. Black reddish blood. Pouring for crude-boned soft-skinned life, who set you flowing? Blood suckers of the War would spin in a frenzy of dizziness if they drank your blood. Prohibition would put a stop to it. Who set you flowing? White and whitewash disappear in blood. Who set you flowing? Flowing down the smooth asphalt of Seventh Street, in shanties, brick office buildings, theaters, drug stores, restaurants, and cabarets? Eddying on the corners? Swirling like a blood-red smoke up where the buzzards fly in heaven? God would not dare to suck black red blood. A Nigger God! He would duck his head in shame and call for the Judgement Day. Who set you flowing?
Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts,
Bootleggers in silken shirts,
Ballooned, zooming Cadillacs,
Whizzing, whizzing down the street-car tracks.
poem by Jean Toomer
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Tramp
Tramp
You could call me that
I don't wear continental clothes
Stetson hats, sometimes
(????)
Heh heh
Momma would. Papa too.
I love this child. It is all I know how to do
Heh. Call me country
Right from the words.
I'll answer when you call me.
'Cause baby, if that makes you feel good
Hm.
(???)
Momma would. Papa too.
I love this child. It is all I know how to do
Ha. Now whatever you call me,
Ha ha, I'll even go for that.
'Cause I keep a big, fat bank roll in my pocket, baby
And I'm personal friends with the dealer who owns all the dealerships of all the Cadillacs.
Ha ha!
(???)
Ow!
Ma would. Papa too.
I love this child. It is all I know how to do
Come on child, let's play it
(???)
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Everything
I dont want to like you, but I love your thoughts
I dont want to miss you, but I do anyway
I dont want to harm you
I dont want to alarm you
I am the iron fist in a velvet glove
Chorus:
Its everything
You say love is a bed of nails
Its everything
Cadillacs and fairy tales
Its everything to me
I dont want to want you, but Im gonna try
I dont want to shake you, but I think I could anyway
I dont want to hide you
I dont want to bribe you
This life is lonly like an ider down
(chorus)
Down in the alley
Im in a haven
A rainbow in a jar
Im sleeping in my car
Everything
Its everything it would be, could be
Its a fairy tale and a bed of nails
Its everything
Satellites and starry nights
Its everything, everything to me
Its everything
You say love is a bed of nails
Its everything
And Im strange, but Im free...
I dont want to love you, but I guess I will...
song performed by by Wilsons
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Just Like New
Thats the same engine under the hood
Carried young elvis to hollywood
Been cross country a time or two
And look at it now, its just like new
He had a weakness for cadillacs
A girl in the front and his friends in the back
Thats the original paint job too
And look at it now, its just like new
Elvis was happy, he felt pretty good
Here he was drivin to hollywood
Gassin it up and pushin it through
And look at it now, its just like new
According to one of elviss friends
He took it up to a hundred and ten
He just wanted to see what his caddy would do
And look at it now, its just like new
And my, my what a beautiful machine
Oh boy, it rides just like a dream
Just think of all that its been through
And look at it now, its just like new
He drove it to memphis come christmas time
Weather so fair, the future so fine
Say, mama them girls aint as pretty as you
Look at her daddy, shes just like new
Elvis was always a dutiful child
And here everybody was thinkin hes wild
He bought his folks a cadillac too
And look at it now, its just like new
song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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Layover
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun
in a hotel room
above the alley
where poor men poke for bottles;
making love in the sun
making love by a carpet redder than our blood,
making love while the boys sell headlines
and Cadillacs,
making love by a photograph of Paris
and an open pack of Chesterfields,
making love while other men- poor folks-
work.
That moment- to this. . .
may be years in the way they measure,
but it's only one sentence back in my mind-
there are so many days
when living stops and pulls up and sits
and waits like a train on the rails.
I pass the hotel at 8
and at 5; there are cats in the alleys
and bottles and bums,
and I look up at the window and think,
I no longer know where you are,
and I walk on and wonder where
the living goes
when it stops.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Player's Ball
Here's a little somethin for the players out there hustlin
Gettin down for theirs
From east pointe, college park, decatur, devries...
My man, the scene was so thick
Lowriders, seventy-seven sevilles
El do's, nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players (deporte in the house) all the hustlers
I'm talkin bout a black man heaven here
Youknowhati'msayin? yeah
*singing*
Cadillacs are comin, from everywhere (yeahhh)
Limbo boppin good cause love is in the air
To all you players and you pimps smoke out and have a ball
And if your hoe is actin crazy --
-- put her on the wall
Now now now everybody's dancin and just feelin right
I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice
I hope when all y'all dance is over, can i get onn, yeah
My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoooa, about
All the players came, from far and wide
Wearin afros and braids, kickin them gangster rides
Now i'm here to tell ya, there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin, all day eryday
song performed by by Outkast
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Mama Coco
Mama coco hey youre lookin heavy
Mama coco ho youre lookin good
Mama coco yes Ive been getting hungry
Mama coco feed me woman food
I dont have fancy shacks or multi-colored cadillacs
But I have three months of loneliness
So mama have a drink relax
Mama mama so glad to have you here
I love you mama coco
Mama coco such anticipation
Mama coco mam youre blowin my mind
Mama coco Im just a male caucasian
Mama coco Im virgin to your kind
Now dont get paranoid
I aint a horny little mongoloid
All I wanna have is a little bit of love and joy
Mama mama so glad to have you here
I love you mama coco
Mama mama so glad to have you here
I love you mama coco
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Miami 2017
Ive seen the lights go out on broadway,
I saw the empire state laid low.
And life went on beyond the palaces.
They all bought cadillacs,
Left there long ago
We held a concert out in brooklyn.
To watch the island bridges blow.
It turned our power down,
And drove us underground,
But we went right on with the show.
Ive seen the lights go out on broadway,
I saw the ruins at life end.
You know we almost didnt notice it,
We see it all the time
On 42nd street
It burned the churches up in harlem
Like in that spanish civil war.
The flames were everywhere,
And no one really cared,
It always burned up there before
Ive seen the rats lie down on broadway,
And I watched the miami skyline fall.
The folks were waving at the battery
The union went on strike
They never settled it out.
They sent a carrier out from norfolk,
And picked the yankees up for free.
They said the queens could stay
And threw the crowns away,
And sent manhattan out to sea.
She knows those lights right on broadway
That was so many years ago.
Before we all lived in florida.
Before the mafia,
Took over mexico.
There are too many who remember.
They say a handful still survive.
To tell the world about,
The way the lights went out,
To keep the memory alive.
song performed by by Richard Marx
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The Democratic Circus
Found out this morning
Theres a circus coming to town
They drive in cadillacs
Using walkie-talkies, and the secret service
Their big top
Imitation of life
And all the flags and microphones
We have to cover our eyes
We play the sideshows
And we like the tunnel of love
And when we ride the ferris wheel
Were little children again
And when theyre asking for volunteers
Well be the first ones aboard
And when the ringmaster calls our names
Well be the first ones to go ... to sleep
Stealing all our dreams
Dreams for sale
They sell em back to you
On with the show
Start the parade
We sand along
Sweep us away
Its political party time
Going down, going down
And the celebrities all come out
Coming down, coming down, coming...
The sun is going down
And the dogs are starting to howl
We stay out after dark
Eating cotton candy
And the musics playing...
How we all laughed!
We split our sides
The cameras flashed
We almost died!
The rains gonna pour on down, falling out of the sky
Coming down, coming down
And the celebrities all run out, and the rains
Coming down, coming down
Gonna rain,
Gonna rain, gonna rain
Gonna rain, gonna rain,
Rain, rain
Rain, rain
And now I wonder whos boss
And who hes leavin behind?
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Crazy 'bout An Automobile (Every Woman I Know)
(william r. emerson)
-man, i'm gonna tell you my story
-go on and tell about it, go on and tell about it more
-just what i've been doing
-what you've been doing, ry ?
-well, you know i used to be particular about the womens that i picked
-aha!
-yeah! they used to be tender, lean and tall, that's all
-but the way things has been going, i'll take 'em knock-kneed and bow-legged
-what ?
-i'll even take 'em bald! man. i'll tell you why
-please, tell me why!
Every woman i know is crazy 'bout an automobile
Every woman i know is crazy 'bout an automobile
And here i am standing with nothing but rubber heels.
He-hey, every woman i know, crazy 'bout an automobile
Oh, every woman i know, crazy 'bout an automobile
And here i am standing with nothing but rubber heels.
Now look'it here!
They say, walking women home is a thing of the past
Women want to ride and ride around in class
Some like cadillacs, boys, some like fords
Some like anything as long as it rolls.
Crazy 'bout an automobile [that's right]
And here i am standing with nothing but rubber heels
Well, every woman i know she's crazy 'bout an automobile
Every woman i know is crazy 'bout an automobile
And here i am standing with nothing but rubber heels
One more thing i wanna tell you
Said, riding and loving just can't be beat,
You and your woman in your own front seat.
Now, she can play with your keys, shift the gears,
Turn on your radio just loud enough to hear.
Now, she can turn up the heat and flip on your fan,
And then you start rolling just as fast as you can.
Crazy 'bout an aut
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Stories Of The Street
The stories of the street are mine
The spanish voices laugh
The cadillacs go creeping down
Through the night and the poison gas
I lean from mu window sill
In this old hotel I chose.
Yes, one hand on my suicide
And one hand on the rose.
I know youve heard its over now
And war must surely come,
The cities they are broke in half
And the middle men are gone.
But let me ask you one more time
O children of the dust,
These hunters who are shrieking now
Do they speak for us?
And where do all these highways go
Now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still
That were coming home to me?
O lady with your legs so fine
O stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering
And your pleasures are the seal.
The age of lust is giving birth
But both the parents ask the nurse
To tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass
Now the infant with his cord
Is hauled in like a kite
And one eye filled with blueprints
One eye filled with night
O come with me my little one
And we will find that farm
And grow us grass and apples there
To keep all the animals warm
And if by chance I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
O take me to the slaughter house
I will wait there with the lamb.
With one hand on a hexagram
And one hand on a girl
I balance on a wishing well
That all men call the world
We are so small between the stars
So large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds
I try to catch your eye.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Smack Dab In The Middle
(charles e. calhoun)
(g) - (g7) - (c) - (d7) - (f)
Well, (g) pick me a town in any clime
People like a rockin time
Stay awake both day and night
And everybodys feeling good and right
Then (g7) throw me
(c) smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
(d7) smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my (f) soul (g)
I want ten cadillacs and a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes all dressed to kill
Ten room house and-a some barbecue
And-a fifty chicks none over twenty-two
Then throw me
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul
I want a lotta bread and gangs of meat
Oodles of butter and something sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
And bi-carbonated soda by the pound
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Well, I want a big jazz band, a lotta dancing girls
A street thats paved with natural pearl
Bring me a wagonload of bonds and stocks
And then open up the doors to fort knox
Then throw me
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Smack dab in the middle
Well, let me rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Soul, soul, soul
Smack dab, smack dab, smack dab...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Trouble You Cant Fool Me
(f. knight/a. varnell)
(c) - (f) - (g)
(c) trouble you cant fool me (f) I see you behind that tree
(c) trouble you cant fool me (g) trying to get the ups on me
(c) trouble you cant fool me (f) I see you behind that tree
(c) you want to (f) jump (g) on (c) me
Work hard for living, wanted just to get paid
But, sured be stealing for a year and a day
Would like to see a little sunshine, just to guide my way
Would like to have a little peace of mind
Thats why I wanna say you better look out !
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! trouble you cant fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me
Trouble taught me a lesson I never never will forget
Now, he took my love, she aint paid it back yet
I had to find another just to take her place
And I sure do love her, I said were doing ok
So look out!
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! trouble you cant fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me
Well, you know, everyday cant be sunday [thats right!]
Its a funny thing, it seem just before daylight is your darkest hour
And you know one thing [whats that ? ] behind every silver lining, there isnt a dark cloud
[and you just aint got time to go round subtracting and adding cause youll just be too late]
You know one thing ? [whats that ? ]
Every time you get around a tree, you better stop and grab a brick [why ? ]
Old man trouble... laying and waiting on you
Thats what I wanna say...
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
Look out! trouble you cant fool me trying to get the ups on me
Trouble you cant fool me I see you behind that tree
You want to jump on me
Trouble took my money, cadillacs gone
Best suit of clothes, all raised up in the closet, oh lord
But Im so glad
Trouble dont last ...always
You cant fool me
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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