Good ones!

Jim

On Fri, Jul 4, 2008 at 10:02 AM, joel walker <uncajoel@bellsouth.net> wrote:

> ... beginning in Cancer and ending in Leo,on average the warmest month
> in the northern hemisphere and the coldest month in the southern
> hemisphere, previously named Quintilis (it was the fifth month of the
> ancient roman calendar). :)
>
> for those of you pinning away inside the house, wishing you could go
> driving ...
>
>  Road-Fever
> (Down to the Road in Buses)
> by Hoppin' John Cornfield
>
>  I must go down to The Road again,
>     to The Pavement and The Line,
>  And all I need is a veedub bus
>     for my senses to entwine
>  With the engine's song and the humming tires
>     and the whistling of the wind.
>  As the years slough off and my heart grows young,
>     the Road is like a friend.
>
>  I must go down to The Road again,
>     for the Call of an Open Road
>  Has a stronger pull than the Roots of Home;
>     on the heart, it's a heavy load.
>  And all i ask is a clear blue sky,
>     or a moonlit starry night,
>  On a two-lane Road through a countryside,
>     to set my soul aright.
>
>  I must go down to The Road again,
>     to the Highways of my youth,
>  To the roads I traveled so long ago,
>     when I had but little couth,
>  And all I ask from the Highway gods,
>     whatever they may be,
>  Is a journey safe, and return the same,
>     on a road forever free.
>
>
> whazzat you say? oh, ok, for all the homebodies who are already
> nibbling the barbecue and smoking them fireworks ... a ballad of our
> times:
>
>
> Mr Gasoline Man
> by Bob Dylan Thomas Hardy Hamburger
>
> (to the tune of Mr. Tambourine Man,
> by Bob Dylan, way back when)
>
>
>  Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down.
>   I'm not wealthy and I can't get where I'm going to.
>  Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down,
>   Help me get along on half of what I'm paying you.
>
>
>  Though I know that Exxon's empire has drilled into our brain,
>    Left us feeling pain,
>      Kept us blindly here to spend and keep on spending.
>  Conformity amazes me, astonished once again
>    At people, oh, so vain
>      To think that gasoline will last without ending.
>
>  Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down.
>   I'm not wealthy and I can't get where I'm going to.
>  Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down,
>   Help me get along on half of what I'm paying you.
>
>
>  I tried to take a trip upon your golden octane ship -
>  My wallet, it was stripped, my money had no grip,
>  It did not like my hip, only waiting for your gas pumps
>  To be leaving me.
>  I'm ready to go anywhere, but cannot foot the bill.
>  With prices rising still, all my hopes will soon be nil,
>  I promise I can't handle it.
>
>  Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down.
>   I'm not wealthy and I can't get where I'm going to.
>  Hey, Mr. Gasoline Man, bring your prices down,
>   I need my nose for breathing, not for paying through.
>
> :)
> unca joel
>