Saturday Night.... a party!
June 26, 2010 9:11 PM Subscribe
Parties haven't changed since the '70's when Phil Ochs recorded this. If you're sitting home, reading Metafilter, with no place to go... here's a party for you...you'll recognize all the guests...
Well, heck, if that's the direction we're going... Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting!
posted by HuronBob at 9:30 PM on June 26, 2010
posted by HuronBob at 9:30 PM on June 26, 2010
Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a total bore.
Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving in a raging storm.
Is there anybody here with pockets full of cheese,
loyal to the end, whose makes duty on his knees,
want to see him, I want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name,
Pin a noodle on the man.
Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap a taco around an early grave,
Is there anybody here who thinks they're standing taller on a gnarly wave.
Is there anybody here like to do his part,
weekend warror to the world and a hero to his heart,
I want to see him, I want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his wenis, wanna call his name,
Pin a noodle on the man.
Is there anybody here proud of the parade,
who'd like to give a cheer and show they're not afraid.
I'd like like to something something, small town trucks,
I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna win.
Is there anybody here who thinks that following orders takes away the fame
Is there anybody here who'd wouldn't mind a mulder by another name
Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line,
with the honor of the brave and the courage of the vine,
I want to see him, I want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his hand, gonna call his name,
Pin a medal on the man. Give him loads of sand.
posted by nola at 10:03 PM on June 26, 2010
Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving in a raging storm.
Is there anybody here with pockets full of cheese,
loyal to the end, whose makes duty on his knees,
want to see him, I want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name,
Pin a noodle on the man.
Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap a taco around an early grave,
Is there anybody here who thinks they're standing taller on a gnarly wave.
Is there anybody here like to do his part,
weekend warror to the world and a hero to his heart,
I want to see him, I want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his wenis, wanna call his name,
Pin a noodle on the man.
Is there anybody here proud of the parade,
who'd like to give a cheer and show they're not afraid.
I'd like like to something something, small town trucks,
I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna win.
Is there anybody here who thinks that following orders takes away the fame
Is there anybody here who'd wouldn't mind a mulder by another name
Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line,
with the honor of the brave and the courage of the vine,
I want to see him, I want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his hand, gonna call his name,
Pin a medal on the man. Give him loads of sand.
posted by nola at 10:03 PM on June 26, 2010
nola... those first two verses, where you quote "put a noodle on the man"... well...made me laugh, but, the word was "medal".... noodle... heh.. :)
posted by HuronBob at 10:08 PM on June 26, 2010
posted by HuronBob at 10:08 PM on June 26, 2010
Poor Phil Ochs
Sad and low
Hands in his pockets
Wonderin’ where to go
Thrown from the limo
For speaking his mind
Like a red-eyed photo
Into a garbage can
At the corner of Hero and Also-Ran
A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat
It’s warm in the limousine
Cold on the streets of
posted by mad bomber what bombs at midnight at 12:19 AM on June 27, 2010
Sad and low
Hands in his pockets
Wonderin’ where to go
Thrown from the limo
For speaking his mind
Like a red-eyed photo
Into a garbage can
At the corner of Hero and Also-Ran
A fragile heart skipped a fragile beat
It’s warm in the limousine
Cold on the streets of
posted by mad bomber what bombs at midnight at 12:19 AM on June 27, 2010
the day marvin gaye and phil ochs got married
the trees all waved their giant arms
and happiness bled from every street corner
and biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows
posted by onya at 4:51 AM on June 27, 2010 [4 favorites]
the trees all waved their giant arms
and happiness bled from every street corner
and biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows
posted by onya at 4:51 AM on June 27, 2010 [4 favorites]
I got my Metafilter account on those dark days when there were five new sign-ins per day. I didn't really expect to be able to get one when I tried, so I immediately went into "shit! think of a name!" mode. "Mayor Curley" was the first thing I thought of because I had just finished "The Rascal King" a couple hours earlier and I'm crazy about the history of Boston.
About five minutes later I wished that I had thought of "John Butler Train."
posted by Mayor Curley at 5:08 AM on June 27, 2010 [1 favorite]
About five minutes later I wished that I had thought of "John Butler Train."
posted by Mayor Curley at 5:08 AM on June 27, 2010 [1 favorite]
I've always thought this was the perfect song for Morrissey to cover.
In fact, I usually just imagine him singing it whenever I play it in my head. Which is...surprisingly often.
posted by the bricabrac man at 6:35 AM on June 27, 2010
In fact, I usually just imagine him singing it whenever I play it in my head. Which is...surprisingly often.
posted by the bricabrac man at 6:35 AM on June 27, 2010
I kiss you, HuronBob, for starting my day with Phil Ochs. Here's an interesting Phil Ochs tribute page I recently found: No more songs
And just to continue on with the secondary theme of the thread, following the Saturday night parties, there is lazing on a Sunday afternoon.
posted by madamjujujive at 7:59 AM on June 27, 2010
And just to continue on with the secondary theme of the thread, following the Saturday night parties, there is lazing on a Sunday afternoon.
posted by madamjujujive at 7:59 AM on June 27, 2010
I'm just living on nerves and feelings
With a weak and a lazy mind
And coming to people's parties
Fumbling deaf dumb and blind
I wish I had more sense of humor
Keeping the sadness at bay
Throwing the lightness on these things
Laughing it all away
posted by Meatbomb at 9:15 AM on June 27, 2010 [1 favorite]
With a weak and a lazy mind
And coming to people's parties
Fumbling deaf dumb and blind
I wish I had more sense of humor
Keeping the sadness at bay
Throwing the lightness on these things
Laughing it all away
posted by Meatbomb at 9:15 AM on June 27, 2010 [1 favorite]
These lyrics seem like they could have made quite a Tom Waits song back in the day. Och's voice doesn't seem suited to this, IMO.
posted by Seekerofsplendor at 11:16 AM on June 27, 2010
posted by Seekerofsplendor at 11:16 AM on June 27, 2010
Man, I love Phil Ochs. I don't know if this is apocryphal or not, but he was writing/performing at the same time as Bob Dylan, and Dylan (allegedly) said to him "Phil, the only problem with you is that you're not me."
He deserved far more recognition than he got, of for nothing other than "Outside of a Small Circle of Friends," "Draft-Dodgers' Rag," "I Ain't Fightin' Anymore," and "Crucifixion."
posted by tzikeh at 3:06 PM on June 27, 2010
He deserved far more recognition than he got, of for nothing other than "Outside of a Small Circle of Friends," "Draft-Dodgers' Rag," "I Ain't Fightin' Anymore," and "Crucifixion."
posted by tzikeh at 3:06 PM on June 27, 2010
He's still somehow laughing at the lies now he's gone
But he still questions how or when or why now he's gone
But I'd like to live proud enough to die 'for I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
posted by Danf at 4:45 PM on June 27, 2010
But he still questions how or when or why now he's gone
But I'd like to live proud enough to die 'for I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
posted by Danf at 4:45 PM on June 27, 2010
He deserved far more recognition than he got, of for nothing other than "Outside of a Small Circle of Friends," "Draft-Dodgers' Rag," "I Ain't Fightin' Anymore," and "Crucifixion."
On the album "Dangerous Songs", Pete Seeger did a pretty nice cover of Draft-Dodgers' Rag. Which is all the better when you think of the shout-out Seeger gets in Love Me, I'm a Liberal (which is another fantastic song, as is Here's To The State of Mississippi).
posted by Lemurrhea at 5:54 PM on June 27, 2010
On the album "Dangerous Songs", Pete Seeger did a pretty nice cover of Draft-Dodgers' Rag. Which is all the better when you think of the shout-out Seeger gets in Love Me, I'm a Liberal (which is another fantastic song, as is Here's To The State of Mississippi).
posted by Lemurrhea at 5:54 PM on June 27, 2010
I got the news today that you refused to play
'Cause you never made number one
But it's not just the words, it's the beats that are heard
When all is said and done
You know the kings take their crowns, they melt 'em all down
Trying to get the gold out
You went to hell and even when you weren't selling,
You never, ever sold out
You weren't no leader, you were more like a bleeder
Who was trying to die for us all
You weren't no sage, but your sense of outrage
Sounded like a trumpet call
Fifteen years ago in the old folkie show
You were just one voice in the crowd
But now with so few singing your voice would have been ringing
Out, 'bout twice as loud
There but for fortune, say a small circle of friends
Some might see the changes, so few see the ends
The pleasures of the harbour have come to you at last
You may not be marching any more, but the parade's still going past.
posted by Catseye at 12:08 AM on June 28, 2010
'Cause you never made number one
But it's not just the words, it's the beats that are heard
When all is said and done
You know the kings take their crowns, they melt 'em all down
Trying to get the gold out
You went to hell and even when you weren't selling,
You never, ever sold out
You weren't no leader, you were more like a bleeder
Who was trying to die for us all
You weren't no sage, but your sense of outrage
Sounded like a trumpet call
Fifteen years ago in the old folkie show
You were just one voice in the crowd
But now with so few singing your voice would have been ringing
Out, 'bout twice as loud
There but for fortune, say a small circle of friends
Some might see the changes, so few see the ends
The pleasures of the harbour have come to you at last
You may not be marching any more, but the parade's still going past.
posted by Catseye at 12:08 AM on June 28, 2010
In addition to the Harry Chapin tribute to Phil Ochs quoted above by Catseye, there is also a song by Tom Paxton called "Phil" which expresses the tremendous pain caused by Ochs' suicide. I often think how sad it is that Ochs is no longer around, when there are so many world events that would be worthy of his satirical wit. Since Ochs was born in 1940, he would be only 70 if he were still alive today, at which age he might easily still be composing new songs. He was only 36 when he died in 1976.
posted by grizzled at 5:41 AM on June 28, 2010
posted by grizzled at 5:41 AM on June 28, 2010
grizzled, Tom Paxton's tribute song, Phil is available here. Paxton also reminisces about Phil on his site.
posted by madamjujujive at 9:34 PM on June 28, 2010 [1 favorite]
posted by madamjujujive at 9:34 PM on June 28, 2010 [1 favorite]
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