Along Comes Mary

Discussion in 'Old Hippies' started by WE1, Jun 2, 2004.

  1. WE1

    WE1 Member

    Every time I think that I'm
    The only one who's lonely someone
    Calls on me

    And every now and then I spend
    My time at rhyme and verse and curse those
    Faults in me

    And then along comes Mary



    And does she want to give me kicks
    And be my steady chick and give me pick
    Of memories?

    Or maybe rather gather tales from all the
    Fails and tribulations no one
    Ever sees?

    When we met I was sure out to lunch
    Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
    Sweet as the punch

    When vague desire is the fire in
    The eyes of chicks whose sickness is the
    Games they play

    And when the masquerade is played and neighbor
    Folks make jokes as who is most to
    Blame today

    And then along comes Mary



    And does she want to set them free
    And let them see reality from where she
    Got her name?

    And will they struggle much when told that such
    A tender touch of hers will make them
    Not the same?

    When we met I was sure out to lunch
    Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
    Sweet as the punch

    And when the morning of the warning's passed
    The gassed and flaccid kids are flung
    Across the stars

    The psychodramas and the traumas gone
    The songs are left unsung and hung
    Upon the scars

    And then along comes Mary


    And does she want to see the stains the
    Dead remains of all the pains she left the
    Night before?

    Or will their wakin' eyes reflect the lies
    And make them realize their urgent cry for
    Sight no more?

    When we met I was sure out to lunch
    Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
    Sweet as the punch

    When we met I was sure out to lunch
    Now my empty cup tastes sweet as the punch

    sweet as the punch


    sweet as the punch

    sweet as the punch


    sweet as the punch





    T.Almer
     
  2. Peace WE,


    that was a good tune. i like that song. my hipness is tired and stressed. but i am starting to catch up on my sleep. here is a poem.


    the sting of memories
    the string of time.

    brough together all of man kind.
    many bought
    many sought
    what they thought was true.
    of what really was blue.
    it may not be new

    but in my heart lives loves flower.

    may i get out of the sleepy gutter. and do something! i already started payments on the car so now its only a matter of time!

    later


    the worried/stressed & tired flower child
     
  3. skip

    skip Founder Staff Member

    Ah, that's got to be one of my all time faves. Never read or knew all the lyrics before. Man, that's pretty deep!

    Way better than a lot of the crap lyrics that came out around the same time. Although there was soooo much good shit then too!

    Thanks for the flashback.

    I'll get one for you in a moment...

    Mary, Mary
    Quite contrary,
    How DOES your garden grow?
    Hope those pretty maids
    Are all in a row!

    And I bet you thought that was just a nursery rhyme! ;)
     
  4. skip

    skip Founder Staff Member

    Here's another one people don't really know the lyrics to. Not as deep but nice, especially given the music, which is now iconic of the times. :)

    Incense & Peppermints

    Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind.
    Dead kings, many things I can't define.
    Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
    Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.

    Who cares what games we choose?
    Little to win, but nothing to lose.

    Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.
    Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
    Look at yourself, look at yourself,
    Yeah, yeah.
    Look at yourself, look at yourself,
    Yeah, yeah,
    Yeah, yeah.

    Tune-a by the cockeyed world in two.
    Throw your pride to one side, It's the least you can do.
    Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
    A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.

    Who cares what games we choose?
    Little to win, but nothing to lose.

    Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind.
    Dead kings and many things I can't define.
    Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
    Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.

    Who cares what games we choose?
    Little to win, but nothing to lose.

    Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints.

    Sha-la-la, sha-la-la....
     
  5. skip

    skip Founder Staff Member

    Hey, it seems it's OK to post lyrics now on the net. I remember when they tried to crack down on that. The educational exclusion of copyright law under fair use is allowed on the net.

    So I'm wondering if we should archive all these songs on Hippy.com?

    Anyone want to help?
     
  6. angelgodiva

    angelgodiva Senior Member

    I'd be happy to help you, Skip!
    I never knew all the words to Along Comes Mary before; cool! Better late than never, I guess. Thanks, WE.
    Nice poem, Joshua. Hope you're getting enough sleep now.
     
  7. WE1

    WE1 Member

    A young man about 22 years old by the name of Richard Berry had been playing nickle and dime gigs in L.A. during the Summer of 1956. Needing work badly he found himself playing with a band called Ricky Rillara and the Rhythm Rockers. As one of it's standards the band played an instrumental version of El Loco Cha Cha, a rather obscure song that the Rhythm Rockers knew but Mr. Berry did not. Apparently, he liked the rhythm of the song and went out and bought the record. I think by an artist named Rene Touzat [sp?]. Borrowing from the Hispanic rhythm of El Loco Cha Cha, he wrote some words about a Jamaican sailor being away from his girlfriend. The song was written as if he was talking to a bartender,I think. And about how much he misses this girl so much. The title Mr. Berry chose for the song, was Louie, Louie. And the rest is Rock and Roll history.





    Fine little girl, she wait for me.

    Me catch the ship for across the sea.

    Me sail the ship all alone.

    Me never thinks me make it home.

    Louie, Louie, me gotta go.

    Louie, Louie, me gotta go.

    Three nights and days me sailed the sea.

    Me think of girl constantly.

    On the ship, I dream she there.

    I smell the rose in her hair.

    Louie, Louie, me gotta go.

    Louie, Louie, me gotta go.

    Me see Jamaican moon above.

    It won't be long, me see me love.

    I take her in my arms and then.

    Me tell her I never leave again.

    Louie, Louie, me gotta go.

    Louie, Louie, me gotta go.

    R.Berry
     
  8. earthfog

    earthfog Member

    I am a Lyric fan, and to be honest never realy studied Along Came Mary, before, thanks,

    Skip I would love to be involed in Hippy Lyric arcive, please let me know what I can do
     
  9. WE1

    WE1 Member

    I really like your poem Joshua. Keep up the good work! I believe that when you write poetry it helps you stay focused.
     
  10. WE1

    WE1 Member

    I just found out The Association will be giving a free outdoor concert a five minute walk from my son's home this saturday night. How lucky can an old hippe get..:D And, Skip, I'll be in Amsterdam for two week's starting july 1st. Shoot me a PM if you would like to hook up. So I can smoke you under the table;and tell you all about the Association concert..:sunglasse


    http://www.town.herndon.va.us/festival/
     

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