CB on May 21, Link. General Comment the live version with Dave Matthews is good too. On that version Dave sings the "I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried" part and it gives a new interpretation to the song.
The way he sings the line it makes it seem like "hitting the sack" has nothing to do with sleeping but all to do with a bag of mary jane. General Comment I think Keith's lines, with that great, broken, tortured voice of his makes the song. JumpyJack on May 28, Link.
General Comment i've been there with this song blasting in my head on a rainy, foggy March day when the resorts were abandoned and no one was to be seen but an occasional taxicab. General Comment Dave Matthews can lick my ballsack. For fuck's sake, johnnymac, this is the same guy that knackered All Along the Watchtower. Pull your socks up son. General Comment again In Focus: Gary Clark Jr. Trailer for new Velvet Underground Documentary Arrives. Charlie Watts, drummer for the Rolling Stones, Dead at By Ryan Randazzo On Mar 8, Ryan Randazzo 47 posts 0 comments.
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Cities Atlanta Austin Boston. Chicago Detroit Los Angeles. New York San Francisco Archive. Architecture Maps. Filed under: Montauk. Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl Her eyes were hazel And her nose were slightly curved We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well "Hannah honey" reportedly being Carly Simon. She drove a pick-up truck Painted green and blue The tires were wearing thin She turned a mile or two When I asked her where she headed for "Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar" I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge My nerves are shot already The road ain't all that smooth Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones.
You're just a memory of a love That used to mean so much to me You're just a memory girl You're just a sweet memory And it used to mean so much to me Sha la la la la.
On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze We've been ten thousand miles Been in fifteen states Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor It's just some friends of mine And they're busting down the door Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel.
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