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To: one_less who wrote (204)	3/7/2005 7:00:25 AM
From: Wharf Rat	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 777

By the end of the twentieth century it seemed to me that the muse had gone out of music and all that was left was the 'ic. Something's been bothering me about pop music today; like it isn't music. There's not much worse than being in my daughter's car, when she has control of the sound system. I think Joni nailed a pretty good description of the problem. I don't care about the language aspect; I'd like to hear something that is actually music. Maybe even performed by people who are really musicians; who can play and sing at the same time. Damn, I sound like my mother: "All that music sounds the same." Maybe there was a value to all the music appreciation classes we had to sit thru in school. I hope not; that's what "they" told us, and I hate it when "they" are right. Rat 'n Roll

To: one_less who wrote (204)	3/8/2005 12:04:45 AM
From: average joe	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 777

Joni used to sing in a coffee house down the street from where I grew up. This is about a bar a few blocks from where I am right now. It is the scuzziest bar on earth. "He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel He was drinking for diversion He was thinking for himself A little money riding on the Maple Leafs Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves She says let me sit down You know, drinkin' alone's a shame It's a shame it's a crying shame Look at those jokers Glued to that damn hockey game Hey honey-you've got lots of cash Bring us round a bottle And we'll have some laughs Gin's what I'm drinking I was raised on robbery I'm a pretty good cook I'm sitting on my groceries Come up to my kitchen I'll show you my best recipe I try and I try but I can't save a cent I'm up after midnight cooking Trying to make my rent I'm rough but I'm pleasin' I was raised on robbery We had a little money once They were pushing through a four lane highway Government gave us three thousand dollars You should have seen it fly away First he bought a '57 Biscayne He put it in the ditch He drunk up all the rest That son of a bitch His blood's bad whiskey I was raised on robbery You know you ain't bad looking I like the way you hold your drinks Come home with me honey I ain't asking for no full length mink Hey, where you going Don't go yet Your glass ain't empty and we just met You're mean when your loaded I was raised on robbery"