...she looks to be a experienced penist player is that one of Night Attacks neighbors ...also want to thank you Eustace Ive been down in the dumps you see I have already informed my family that I will not be able to afford an expensive nursing home which would allow me to die with dignity. Therefore, I have moved to South America so that I can spend my final years enjoying life and dying with Dignity! Oh, and Dignity says to say hello!
How does Dignity feel about bananas? This here song tells about a rookie truck driver who lost his load of bananas. It was pure carnage. Folklore says the town of Scranton, PA never had any bananas that day and children were crying and couldn't sleep wondering whether they would get any bananas the next day. It was horrible. It was just after dark when the truck started down The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania. Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas. He was a young driver, Just out on his second job. And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits For everyone in that coal-scarred city Where children play without despair In backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day Just about thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) . He passed a sign that he should have seen, Saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend." He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman Who was waiting at the journey's end. He started down the two mile drop, The curving road that wound from the top of the hill. He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot. Just a few more miles to go, Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away. And the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas. He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him. But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights Delights went through him. His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down. But the pedal floored easy without a sound. He said "Christ!" It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now. He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide, Riding on his fear-hunched back Was every one of those yellow green I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas. He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade. And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour. And he said "God, make it a dream!" As he rode his last ride down. And he said "God, make it a dream!" As he rode his last ride down. And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars, Clipped off thirteen telephone poles, Hit two houses, bruised eight trees, And Blue-Crossed seven people. It was then he lost his head, Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped. And he slid for four hundred yards Along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania. All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas. You know the man who told me about it on the bus, As it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania, He shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head, And he said (and this is exactly what he said) "Boy that sure must've been something. Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas. Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas. Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds. Of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!" From Greatest Stories Live: Ending number one Yes, we have no bananas, We have no bananas today (Spoken: And if that wasn't enough) Yes, we have no bananas, Bananas in Scranton, P A From Greatest Stories Live: Ending #2: A woman walks into her room where her child lies sleeping, And when she sees his eyes are closed, She sits there, silently weeping, And though she lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania She never ever eats ... Bananas Not one of thirty thousand pounds .... of bananas
Thirty thousand pounds of bananas was sung by Harry Chapin and I first heard it on a country and western radio show about 25-30 years ago. Some years later i worked with someone who had a CD of Harry Chapin's greatest hits and to my surprise I saw he also sung the song Cat's In The Cradle (I'm sure you all know this song) which he is better known for, a song most people think is sung by Cat Stevens, as I did at the time.
My picks for Wednesday, January 18, 2022: She's Not There -- The Zombies. Peaked at #2 on the Billboard Hot 100 (US) in December 1964. Never My Love -- The Association. Okay, Outlander fans -- and old timers -- this one's for you. A classic love song. Peaked at #2 on the Billboard Hot 100 (US) in October 1967. Three Times in Love -- Tommy James. Peaked at #19 on the Billboard Hot 100 (US) in March 1980. This was the final song James charted on the Billboard Hot 100 (US), either with the Shondells or as a solo artist. Christmas Wrapping -- The Waitresses. I lived in Northeast Ohio and worked in a mall during Christmas holiday when this song by an Akron-based band was released. IMO, this is one of the best non-traditional holiday songs ever written even though it's not easy to sing. After a few years together, the band called it quits in December 1984. This song forever memorialized the group's legacy. Covers have been recorded by Kylie Minogue and Spice Girls among others.
For Basesloaded....I like your avatar style for shooting craps and your music picks...my youngest brother is a dead head has most of their albums on vinyl ...wait for it at 48 sec mark
This is Barney Here's one of the LIDs all time classic song to aid him in having the sex with his wifes
