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Jambalaya

(hank hiriam williams)
Good-bye joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh,
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou.
My yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh,
Son of a gun gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya, crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
cause tonight i'm gonna see ma chère amie-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o,
Son of a gun gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Brother larry!
Fontainaux, thibodaux, the place is buzzin',
People come to see yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style, go hog wild and be gay-o,
Son of a gun gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya, crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
cause tonight i'm gonna see ma chère amie-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o,
Son of a gun gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Sister mary!
Jambalaya, crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
cause tonight i'm gonna see ma chère amie-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o,
Son of a gun gonna have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun gonna have big fun on the bayou!

song performed by Kinky Friedman
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Jambalay (On The Bayou)

JAMBALAYA
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin',
kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
and I'll catch all the fish in the bayou.
Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o.
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
'cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.
- Hank Williams

song performed by Hank Williams
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Jambalaya (On The Bayou)

(Hank Williams)
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go down the bayou
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou
Well, jambalaya an' a crawfish pie an' a fil'e gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an' be gay-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Hey, an' the kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Well, and-a dress in style, go hog wild an' be gay-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou
Well, jambalaya an' a crawfish pie, an' a fil'e gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Well a pick guitar, fill fruit jar an' be gay-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have a big fun on the bayou
Wanna settle down, far from town, get me a pirogue
Gonna catch all the fish in the bayou
Gonna swap my mon, to buy Yvonne, what she need-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have a big fun on the bayou
Well, jambalaya, an' a crawfish pie, an' a fil'e gumbo
'Cause, tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an' be gay-o
Son of a gun, we're gonna have big fun on the bayou
(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

song performed by Van Morrison
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Jambalaya

Goodbye joe, me gotta go down the bayou
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
My yvonne, sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou
Well, jambalaya an a crawfish pie an a file gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an be gay-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin
Hey, an the kinfolk come to see yvonne by the dozen
Well, and-a dress in style, go hog wild an be gay-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou
Well, jambalaya an a crawfish pie, an a file gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my ma cher amio
Well a pick guitar, fill fruit jar an be gay-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have a big fun on the bayou
Wanna settle down, far from town, get me a pirogue
Gonna catch all the fish in the bayou
Gonna swap my mon, to buy yvonne, what she need-o
Son of a gun, we gonna have a big fun on the bayou
Well, jambalaya, an a crawfish pie, an a file gumbo
cause, tonight Im gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar an be gay-o
Son of a gun, were gonna have big fun on the bayou

song performed by Van Morrison
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Jambalaya

Goodbye joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, well have good fun on the bayou
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodeaux, fountaineaux, the place is buzzin
Kinfolk come to see yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.

song performed by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Jambalaya

Music & lyrics : hank williams
Goodbye, joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh.
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou.
My yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil* gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Thibodaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin,
Kinfolk come to see yvonne by the dozen.
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh.
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue
And Ill catch all the fish in the bayou.
Swap my mon to buy yvonne what she need-o.
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my ma cher amio.
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gayo,
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.

song performed by Roy Orbison
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Jambalaya

(hank williams)
Goodbye joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, well have good fun on the bayou
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and a fillet gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Thibideaux, fountaineaux, the place is buzzin
Kinfolk come to see yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and a fillet gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou

song performed by Emmylou Harris
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Bye Bye Bird

I say bye bye, bird.
I say bye bye, bird.
I say bye bye, baby.
I say bye bye.
Bye bye, baby, bye bye.
Bye bye, baby, bye bye.
Bye bye, baby, bye bye.
Bye bye, Birdie.
Now if you wanna say goodbye to your girl
I wanna give you one or two little tips, yeah.
Say Bye bye, baby
And then you say Bye bye, girl
And then you say Get the suitcases, honey
I don't wanna see you, hear the words.
Say bye bye.
Say bye bye.
Bye bye, baby.
Bye bye, bird.
Now if you wanna say goodbye to your girl
I wanna give you one or two little tips, yeah.
Say Bye bye, bird
Then say Bye bye, baby
Bye bye, girl
Mmm, not another word.
I say bye.
I say bye.
Say bye bye.
Say bye bye.
Bye baye, babe.
Yeah, let's swing it on, now.
Bye bye, baby,
I say bye bye, baby.
I say bye bye, baby.
Bye bye.
Bye bye, baby.
Bye bye, baby.
Bye bye, baby.
Bye bye bye, baby, yeah.
Bye bye, girl.
I say bye bye, babe.

song performed by Moody Blues
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It Aint No Use

Um um um um
Um um um um
There aint no reason for us sittin down
To try to talk our problems out
cause we know the truth,
It aint no use each other we must do without.
There aint no reason tryin to force a smile
When pain is really in its place
cause we know the truth,
It aint no use lets part before we lose loves trace.
(weve got to say)
Wow oh oh ooh
(bye bye bye bye bye)
Wow oh oh ooh
(bye bye bye bye bye)
Wow oh ooh oh ooh wow oh ooh
Wow oh oh oh ooh
As I look back Im really tryn to see
Just what it was that made us spark
cause the fires out
It leaves no doubt, the flames not burning in our hearts.
We still are young and both of us have time
To find our winter love in spring
Yes we know the truth
It aint no use, were not each others evrything.
(we always must say bye)
Wow oh oh ooh yeah
(bye bye bye bye bye)
Wow oh oh ooh yeah
(bye bye bye bye bye)
Wow oh ooh oh ooh wow oh ooh
Wow oh oh oh ooh
(hate to say goodbye)
Wow oh oh ooh yeah
(bye bye bye bye bye)
Wow oh oh ooh yeah
(bye bye bye bye bye)
Wow oh ooh oh ooh wow oh ooh
Wow oh oh oh ooh
(why we say bye)
Wow oh oh ooh
(bye bye bye bye bye)
The trill is gone babe, yeah, yeah, yeah
(bye bye bye bye bye)
I tried my best to make it work
(wow oh oh oh ooh)
But it seems that we cant get it together, yeah,
(wow oh ooh)
Weve got to run in the world
(bye bye bye bye bye)

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song performed by Stevie Wonder
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Bye Bye Bluebird

Bye bye bluebird, bye bye bluebird
You were lots of fun to know
But I have to let you go
Bye bye bluebird, bye bye bluebird
Youre the flyin saucer kind
In and out and hard to find
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
When you came I flipped my lid
I never thought Id lose you kid
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Though we were a perfect pair
It was a flight-by-night affair
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Oh I should have clipped your wings
Im not gonna do these things
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
If you ever should be near
Dont forget to drop in here
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Call me when youre short of dough
Or maybe just to say hello
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
No hard feelings anyway
Its nice to know we had our way
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird
Bye bye bluebird

song performed by Boney M.
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Jambalaya

1. [d]goodbye joe, me gotta go, me oh [a]my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the [d]bayou
My yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh [a]my oh
Son of a gun, well have good fun on the [d]bayou
Chorus:
[d]jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a file [a]gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my machez a[d]mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be [a]gay-oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the [d]bayou.
2. instrumental verse (country fiddle solo)
3. [d]thibodeaux, fontainbleau, the place is [a]buzzin
Kinfolk come to see yvonne by the [d]dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh [a]my oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the [d]bayou.
Repeat chorus
4. instrumental verse (country fiddle solo)
Final chorus:
[d]jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a fillet [a]gumbo
cause tonight Im gonna see my machez a[d]mio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be [a]gay-oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the b[d]ayou.
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the b[d]ayou.
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the b[d]ayou.

song performed by Hank Williams
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Jambalaya

Jambalaya
Good-bye joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh
He gotta go-pole the pirogue down the bayou
His yvonne the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, fontaineaux the place is buzzin
A kin-folk come to see yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style the go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou
(*) jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, Im a-gonna see my my-my cher a mi-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit far and be gay-o
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town get him a pirogue
And hell catch all the fish in the bayou
Swap his mon to buy yvonne what she need-o
Son of a gun, well have big fun on the bayou
Repeat (*)

song performed by Carpenters
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Joseph’s Dreams and Reuben's Brethren [A Recital in Six Chapters]

CHAPTER I

I cannot blame old Israel yet,
For I am not a sage—
I shall not know until I get
The son of my old age.
The mysteries of this Vale of Tears
We will perchance explain
When we have lived a thousand years
And died and come again.

No doubt old Jacob acted mean
Towards his father’s son;
But other hands were none too clean,
When all is said and done.
There were some things that had to be
In those old days, ’tis true—
But with old Jacob’s history
This tale has nought to do.

(They had to keep the birth-rate up,
And populate the land—
They did it, too, by simple means
That we can’t understand.
The Patriarchs’ way of fixing things
Would make an awful row,
And Sarah’s plain, straightforward plan
Would never answer now.)
his is a tale of simple men
And one precocious boy—
A spoilt kid, and, as usual,
His father’s hope and joy
(It mostly is the way in which
The younger sons behave
That brings the old man’s grey hairs down
In sorrow to the grave.)

Old Jacob loved the whelp, and made,
While meaning to be kind,
A coat of many colours that
Would strike a nigger blind!
It struck the brethren green, ’twas said—
I’d take a pinch of salt
Their coats had coloured patches too—
But that was not their fault.

Young Joseph had a soft thing on,
And, humbugged from his birth,
You may depend he worked the thing
For all that it was worth.

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poem by Henry Lawson
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I Will Play For Gumbo

By: jimmy buffett
I dont smoke I dont shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey riding on my back
Dont eat beignets too much sugar and dough
But I will play for gumbo
Hey I will play for gumbo
It started in my grandmas in her kitchen by the sea
She warned me when where she told me son the first ones free
It hit me like a rock or some taekwondo
Cause I will play for gumbo
Oh yeah I will play for gumbo
A piece of french bread with which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body, good for the soul
Its a little like religion and a lot like sex
You should never know when youre gonna get it next
At midnight in the quarter or noon in thibodaux
I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo
Im not talking quesadillas or a dozen krispy kremes
Or a pile of caviar thats a rich mans dream
No banana split or filet of pompano
No, I will play for gumbo
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
A piece of french bread with which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body, good for the soul
Its a little like religion and a lot like sex
You should never know when youre gonna get it next
It could be its that sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp
Maybe its that voodoo from marie laveau
But I will play for gumbo
Hey I will play for gumbo
Now the sauce boss makes his cookin on the stage
Singing and a-picking for his nightly wage
Sweating and a frettin from his head to his toe
Playin and swayin with the gumbo
Prayin and buffetin with the gumbo
A piece of french bread with which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body, good for the soul
Its a little like religion and a lot like sex
You should never know when youre gonna get it next
>at midnight in the quarter or noon in thibodaux
I will play for gumbo
Hey I will play for gumbo
I will play for gumbo
I will play for gumbo

song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Roller

(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh alright
Gonna catch a flight to nevada
Leave her friends at home in l.a.
Seven come eleven or blackjack
Gamblin night and day, yeah
Cause shes a roller, now
A high roller baby, she is, mmm
Shes a roller, yeah
A high roller baby, alright, ooh
She likes to play for double or nothing
Shes tellin all the boys shes hot
And everybody knows shes ready, yeah
To give it everything that she got, ooh
Shes a roller, yeah
A high roller baby, my my, ooh
Shes a roller, yeah
A high roller baby, look out, ooh yeah
My my my my my, my my, my my, my my, yeah
People try to tell her shes crazy
She doesnt hear a word they say, yeah
Tellin all the boys to get ready
Cause shes givin it all away, ooh
Shes a roller, yeah (roller)
A high roller baby, yeah
Cause shes a roller, yeah (roller)
A high roller baby, she is
Shes a roller (roller)
A high roller baby, yeah yeah
Shes a roller (shes a roller, shes a roller)
A high roller baby, a high roller baby, ooh (ooh)
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye bye, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, yeah, yeah

song performed by April Wine
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The Iliad: Book 5

Then Pallas Minerva put valour into the heart of Diomed, son of
Tydeus, that he might excel all the other Argives, and cover himself
with glory. She made a stream of fire flare from his shield and helmet
like the star that shines most brilliantly in summer after its bath in
the waters of Oceanus- even such a fire did she kindle upon his head
and shoulders as she bade him speed into the thickest hurly-burly of
the fight.
Now there was a certain rich and honourable man among the Trojans,
priest of Vulcan, and his name was Dares. He had two sons, Phegeus and
Idaeus, both of them skilled in all the arts of war. These two came
forward from the main body of Trojans, and set upon Diomed, he being
on foot, while they fought from their chariot. When they were close up
to one another, Phegeus took aim first, but his spear went over
Diomed's left shoulder without hitting him. Diomed then threw, and his
spear sped not in vain, for it hit Phegeus on the breast near the
nipple, and he fell from his chariot. Idaeus did not dare to
bestride his brother's body, but sprang from the chariot and took to
flight, or he would have shared his brother's fate; whereon Vulcan
saved him by wrapping him in a cloud of darkness, that his old
father might not be utterly overwhelmed with grief; but the son of
Tydeus drove off with the horses, and bade his followers take them
to the ships. The Trojans were scared when they saw the two sons of
Dares, one of them in fright and the other lying dead by his
chariot. Minerva, therefore, took Mars by the hand and said, "Mars,
Mars, bane of men, bloodstained stormer of cities, may we not now
leave the Trojans and Achaeans to fight it out, and see to which of
the two Jove will vouchsafe the victory? Let us go away, and thus
avoid his anger."
So saying, she drew Mars out of the battle, and set him down upon
the steep banks of the Scamander. Upon this the Danaans drove the
Trojans back, and each one of their chieftains killed his man. First
King Agamemnon flung mighty Odius, captain of the Halizoni, from his
chariot. The spear of Agamemnon caught him on the broad of his back,
just as he was turning in flight; it struck him between the
shoulders and went right through his chest, and his armour rang
rattling round him as he fell heavily to the ground.
Then Idomeneus killed Phaesus, son of Borus the Meonian, who had
come from Varne. Mighty Idomeneus speared him on the right shoulder as
he was mounting his chariot, and the darkness of death enshrouded
him as he fell heavily from the car.
The squires of Idomeneus spoiled him of his armour, while
Menelaus, son of Atreus, killed Scamandrius the son of Strophius, a
mighty huntsman and keen lover of the chase. Diana herself had
taught him how to kill every kind of wild creature that is bred in
mountain forests, but neither she nor his famed skill in archery could
now save him, for the spear of Menelaus struck him in the back as he
was flying; it struck him between the shoulders and went right through
his chest, so that he fell headlong and his armour rang rattling round
him.
Meriones then killed Phereclus the son of Tecton, who was the son of

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poem by Homer, translated by Samuel Butler
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Highgate Shuffle

(public domain / rod stewart)
Oh, yeah
Let the band play one time now
It was early one morning,
I was on my way to school
Early one morning,
I was on my way to school
Got lost on monday morning,
I broke my teachers rule
I was in love with you, baby,
Before I learned to call your name
I was in love with you, baby,
Before I learned to call your name
Now youre in love with someone else
Youre bound to drive poor me insane
Oh, yeah ( )
I said bye, bye bye, baby, bye bye
I said bye, bye bye, baby, bye, bye ...
Ha ha
I said bye, bye bye, baby, bye, bye ...
Bring it down here
I said bye, bye bye, baby, bye, bye ...
Bye, bye bye, baby, bye, bye ...
I said bye, bye bye, baby, bye, bye ...
Yeah,
Bye, bye bye, baby, bye, bye ...
Bye, bye bye, baby, bye, bye ...
I said bye, bye bye, baby, bye, bye ...

song performed by Rod Stewart
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Hey Joe

Hey joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I said hey dude joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Going down to shoot my old lady
You know, i've caught her messin' around with another man
Yes i did
You know, i've caught her messin' around with another man
Hey joe, i said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Gonna messin' round
Yes i did
You know, i caught her messin' round man, messin' round town now
So i shot her!
I said hey joe, hey joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand,
I said hey joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I caught her messin' round, gonna messin' round town with another man yeah
I said hey joe, hey joe
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey joe, hey joe, where you goin' , haha-haha-haha
I've caught her messin' around with another man
I've caught her messin' around with another man
I said hey joe, hey joe, hey joe, hey joe, hey dude joe
I said hey hey joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand, hand, hand
Hey joe, hey joe, hey joe, hey joe, hey joe, hey joe, hey haha
Hey joe, hey joe,
Yeah yeah yeah hey hey
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand,
Yeahhhhh, where you goin' with that gun in your hand

song performed by Lenny Kravitz
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The Iliad: Book 23

Thus did they make their moan throughout the city, while the
Achaeans when they reached the Hellespont went back every man to his
own ship. But Achilles would not let the Myrmidons go, and spoke to
his brave comrades saying, "Myrmidons, famed horsemen and my own
trusted friends, not yet, forsooth, let us unyoke, but with horse
and chariot draw near to the body and mourn Patroclus, in due honour
to the dead. When we have had full comfort of lamentation we will
unyoke our horses and take supper all of us here."
On this they all joined in a cry of wailing and Achilles led them in
their lament. Thrice did they drive their chariots all sorrowing round
the body, and Thetis stirred within them a still deeper yearning.
The sands of the seashore and the men's armour were wet with their
weeping, so great a minister of fear was he whom they had lost.
Chief in all their mourning was the son of Peleus: he laid his
bloodstained hand on the breast of his friend. "Fare well," he
cried, "Patroclus, even in the house of Hades. I will now do all
that I erewhile promised you; I will drag Hector hither and let dogs
devour him raw; twelve noble sons of Trojans will I also slay before
your pyre to avenge you."
As he spoke he treated the body of noble Hector with contumely,
laying it at full length in the dust beside the bier of Patroclus. The
others then put off every man his armour, took the horses from their
chariots, and seated themselves in great multitude by the ship of
the fleet descendant of Aeacus, who thereon feasted them with an
abundant funeral banquet. Many a goodly ox, with many a sheep and
bleating goat did they butcher and cut up; many a tusked boar
moreover, fat and well-fed, did they singe and set to roast in the
flames of Vulcan; and rivulets of blood flowed all round the place
where the body was lying.
Then the princes of the Achaeans took the son of Peleus to
Agamemnon, but hardly could they persuade him to come with them, so
wroth was he for the death of his comrade. As soon as they reached
Agamemnon's tent they told the serving-men to set a large tripod
over the fire in case they might persuade the son of Peleus 'to wash
the clotted gore from this body, but he denied them sternly, and swore
it with a solemn oath, saying, "Nay, by King Jove, first and mightiest
of all gods, it is not meet that water should touch my body, till I
have laid Patroclus on the flames, have built him a barrow, and shaved
my head- for so long as I live no such second sorrow shall ever draw
nigh me. Now, therefore, let us do all that this sad festival demands,
but at break of day, King Agamemnon, bid your men bring wood, and
provide all else that the dead may duly take into the realm of
darkness; the fire shall thus burn him out of our sight the sooner,
and the people shall turn again to their own labours."
Thus did he speak, and they did even as he had said. They made haste
to prepare the meal, they ate, and every man had his full share so
that all were satisfied. As soon as they had had had enough to eat and
drink, the others went to their rest each in his own tent, but the son
of Peleus lay grieving among his Myrmidons by the shore of the
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The Iliad: Book 16

Thus did they fight about the ship of Protesilaus. Then Patroclus
drew near to Achilles with tears welling from his eyes, as from some
spring whose crystal stream falls over the ledges of a high precipice.
When Achilles saw him thus weeping he was sorry for him and said,
"Why, Patroclus, do you stand there weeping like some silly child that
comes running to her mother, and begs to be taken up and carried-
she catches hold of her mother's dress to stay her though she is in
a hurry, and looks tearfully up until her mother carries her- even
such tears, Patroclus, are you now shedding. Have you anything to
say to the Myrmidons or to myself? or have you had news from Phthia
which you alone know? They tell me Menoetius son of Actor is still
alive, as also Peleus son of Aeacus, among the Myrmidons- men whose
loss we two should bitterly deplore; or are you grieving about the
Argives and the way in which they are being killed at the ships, throu
their own high-handed doings? Do not hide anything from me but tell me
that both of us may know about it."
Then, O knight Patroclus, with a deep sigh you answered,
"Achilles, son of Peleus, foremost champion of the Achaeans, do not be
angry, but I weep for the disaster that has now befallen the
Argives. All those who have been their champions so far are lying at
the ships, wounded by sword or spear. Brave Diomed son of Tydeus has
been hit with a spear, while famed Ulysses and Agamemnon have received
sword-wounds; Eurypylus again has been struck with an arrow in the
thigh; skilled apothecaries are attending to these heroes, and healing
them of their wounds; are you still, O Achilles, so inexorable? May it
never be my lot to nurse such a passion as you have done, to the
baning of your own good name. Who in future story will speak well of
you unless you now save the Argives from ruin? You know no pity;
knight Peleus was not your father nor Thetis your mother, but the grey
sea bore you and the sheer cliffs begot you, so cruel and
remorseless are you. If however you are kept back through knowledge of
some oracle, or if your mother Thetis has told you something from
the mouth of Jove, at least send me and the Myrmidons with me, if I
may bring deliverance to the Danaans. Let me moreover wear your
armour; the Trojans may thus mistake me for you and quit the field, so
that the hard-pressed sons of the Achaeans may have breathing time-
which while they are fighting may hardly be. We who are fresh might
soon drive tired men back from our ships and tents to their own city."
He knew not what he was asking, nor that he was suing for his own
destruction. Achilles was deeply moved and answered, "What, noble
Patroclus, are you saying? I know no prophesyings which I am
heeding, nor has my mother told me anything from the mouth of Jove,
but I am cut to the very heart that one of my own rank should dare
to rob me because he is more powerful than I am. This, after all
that I have gone through, is more than I can endure. The girl whom the
sons of the Achaeans chose for me, whom I won as the fruit of my spear
on having sacked a city- her has King Agamemnon taken from me as
though I were some common vagrant. Still, let bygones be bygones: no
man may keep his anger for ever; I said I would not relent till battle
and the cry of war had reached my own ships; nevertheless, now gird my

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