Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Bob Dylan
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Mick Jagger and Keith Richards

Lyrics

Dead Flowers When you're sitting there, in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folks that you know. well I hope you won't see me, and my ragged company Cause you know that I could never be alone Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground Well you can send me dead flowers every morning, Send me dead flowers by the mail, Send me dead flowers to my wedding, And I won't forget to put roses on your grave. When you're lying back, in your rose pink, Cadillac Taking bets on Kentucky Derby days I'll be in my basement room, with a needle, and a spoon And another girl will take my pain away Take me down, little Susie take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground. Well you can send me dead flowers every morning. Send me dead flowers by the U.S Mail. Say it with dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Bob Dylan

Story

greatness...just greatness

Lyrics

Girl From The North Country Bob Dylan Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm To keep her from the howlin’ winds Please see for me if her hair hangs long, If it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, That’s the way I remember her best. I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all Many times I’ve often prayed In the darkness of my night In the brightness of my day So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Bob Dylan
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Tim Hardin
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Jim DiBattista
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Tom Waits
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Bob Dylan
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Tim Hardin
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
James Taylor
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Jim DiBattista
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Mark Barkan
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Jim DiBattista
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Lou Reed
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
John Fogerty
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Jim DiBattista
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Jim Hendricks
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Bonnie Bramlett and Leon Russel
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Ed Roland and Ross Childress
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Jim DiBattista
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Ryan Adams

Story

This is a Ryan Adams song that I fell in love with while watching him perform it on Jools Holland's show...

Lyrics

This House Is Not For Sale Ryan Adams Tell them that the house is not for sale We're still living here How come nobody can tell? They're taking all the furniture Moving our things Come on little honey, put your head on my knee... Tell them that the house is not for sale And calm down Calm down Do you remember when we even bought this thing? I danced you across the wooden floor And you signed the lease What happened in the car that night? What happened in the car that night? Tell 'em that the house is not for sale And calm down Calm down Tell them that the house is not for sale We can grab a couple sheets and give them quite a scare I remember lying on the bedroom floor You were holding me honey, shaking my soul Tell 'em that the house is not for sale And calm down Calm down
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Bob Marley
Jim DiBattista
2010-04-20
Cyndi Lauper and Rob Hyman