Correspondent:: polar bear Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 04:26:10 -0800
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In article , Zapanaz
wrote:
It's for your own good. (for what it's worth)
tummmmmmm~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
twinggggggggg~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
tummmmmmm~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
twinggggggggg~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
there's something happenin' here
what it is ain't exactly clear
there's a man with a pencil in hand
a naked man you don't understand
I think it's time we stop children, say "it's his"
everybody's askin' "where what is?"
tummmmmmm~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
twinggggggggg~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
tummmmmmm~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
twinggggggggg~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
~vip~vip~ ~vip~vip~
you raise your head up and you groan
"is this where it is?" "am I here all alone?"
some people saying "it's his"
and somebody else is asking, "WHERE WHAT IS?"
It's time we stop, hey, say "it's his"
everybody's askin' "where what is?"
tummmmmmm~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
twinggggggggg~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
tummmmmmm~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
twinggggggggg~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
you hand in your ticket for the geek
and he walks up to you when you speak
says "how's it feel to be freakin' alone?"
step out of line the geek comes to hand you a bone
you better stop, children, say "it's his"
everybody's askin' "where what is?"
stop, hey, say "it's his"
everybody's askin' "where what is?"
it's time to stop, hey, say "it's his"
everybody's askin' "where what is?"
tummmmmmm~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
twinggggggggg~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
tummmmmmm~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
twinggggggggg~~~~~
ck - bu-bu bum
DJ Polar Bear remix* of a Joe Cosby Original (below)
* ! know, there's other verses. This is the radio edit.
**********
It's for your own good.
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"
And you know something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You know who I'm talking to.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
Here at Microsoft, drive head contention is more than just our promise
to you.
It's a way of life.
**************
Correspondent:: König Prüß, GfbAEV
Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 14:50:14 GMT
--------
polar bear wrote:
> In article , Zapanaz
> wrote:
>
> It's for your own good. (for what it's worth)
>
> tummmmmmm~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> twinggggggggg~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> tummmmmmm~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> twinggggggggg~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
>
> there's something happenin' here
> what it is ain't exactly clear
> there's a man with a pencil in hand
> a naked man you don't understand
>
> I think it's time we stop children, say "it's his"
> everybody's askin' "where what is?"
>
> tummmmmmm~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> twinggggggggg~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> tummmmmmm~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> twinggggggggg~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
>
> ~vip~vip~ ~vip~vip~
>
> you raise your head up and you groan
> "is this where it is?" "am I here all alone?"
> some people saying "it's his"
> and somebody else is asking, "WHERE WHAT IS?"
>
> It's time we stop, hey, say "it's his"
> everybody's askin' "where what is?"
>
> tummmmmmm~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> twinggggggggg~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> tummmmmmm~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> twinggggggggg~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
>
> you hand in your ticket for the geek
> and he walks up to you when you speak
> says "how's it feel to be freakin' alone?"
> step out of line the geek comes to hand you a bone
>
> you better stop, children, say "it's his"
> everybody's askin' "where what is?"
>
> stop, hey, say "it's his"
> everybody's askin' "where what is?"
>
> it's time to stop, hey, say "it's his"
> everybody's askin' "where what is?"
>
> tummmmmmm~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> twinggggggggg~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> tummmmmmm~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
> twinggggggggg~~~~~
> ck - bu-bu bum
>
>
>
> DJ Polar Bear remix* of a Joe Cosby Original (below)
>
> * ! know, there's other verses. This is the radio edit.
>
> **********
>
> It's for your own good.
>
> You walk into the room
> With your pencil in your hand
> You see somebody naked
> And you say, "Who is that man?"
> You try so hard
> But you don't understand
> Just what you'll say
> When you get home
>
> Because something is happening here
> But you don't know what it is
> Do you, Mister Jones?
>
> You raise up your head
> And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
> And somebody points to you and says
> "It's his"
> And you say, "What's mine?"
> And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
> And you say, "Oh my God
> Am I here all alone?"
>
> Because something is happening here
> But you don't know what it is
> Do you, Mister Jones?
>
> You hand in your ticket
> And you go watch the geek
> Who immediately walks up to you
> When he hears you speak
> And says, "How does it feel
> To be such a freak?"
> And you say, "Impossible"
> As he hands you a bone
>
> Because something is happening here
> But you don't know what it is
> Do you, Mister Jones?
>
> You have many contacts
> Among the lumberjacks
> To get you facts
> When someone attacks your imagination
> But nobody has any respect
> Anyway they already expect you
> To just give a check
> To tax-deductible charity organizations
>
> You've been with the professors
> And they've all liked your looks
> With great lawyers you have
> Discussed lepers and crooks
> You've been through all of
> F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
> You're very well read
> It's well known
>
> Because something is happening here
> But you don't know what it is
> Do you, Mister Jones?
>
> Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
> And then he kneels
> He crosses himself
> And then he clicks his high heels
> And without further notice
> He asks you how it feels
> And he says, "Here is your throat back
> Thanks for the loan"
>
> And you know something is happening
> But you don't know what it is
> Do you, Mister Jones?
>
> Now you see this one-eyed midget
> Shouting the word "NOW"
> And you say, "For what reason?"
> And he says, "How?"
> And you say, "What does this mean?"
> And he screams back, "You're a cow
> Give me some milk
> Or else go home"
>
> Because something is happening here
> But you don't know what it is
> Do you, Mister Jones?
>
> Well, you walk into the room
> Like a camel and then you frown
> You put your eyes in your pocket
> And your nose on the ground
> There ought to be a law
> Against you comin' around
> You should be made
> To wear earphones
>
> Because something is happening here
> But you don't know what it is
> Do you, Mister Jones?
>
Save the bones for Henry Jones
'cuz Henry don't eat no meat!
Correspondent:: "Rev. Ivan Stang" Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 12:09:28 -0500
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In article <41C04F34.CF9801E2@ranunculus.org>, König Prüß, GfbAEV
wrote:
>
> Save the bones for Henry Jones
> 'cuz Henry don't eat no meat!
>
>
>
I am SHOCKED to see that phrase written. When I was growing up it was
the punchline that ended all my dad's bedtime story folk tales about a
little swamp boy named Josephus. Only in the Stang family oral
tradition it's
Save the bones for Parson Jones
'caize the Parson don't eat no meat!
The line is spoken by "Mammy Maybell" at the end of every Joesephus
story that my dad told. I told the same stories to my two kids when
they were little. Josephus and his dog Ringtail would defy their Mammy
and Pappy and would go to the Bear Cave or the Haunted House or the
Cooter Swamp or whereever, and there get into terrible trouble, to be
saved at the last second by Pappy Rastus. After Pappy Rastus had killed
the bear, or cooter, or whatnot, they'd drag it home and Mammy Maybell
would make (insert animal name here) (everything). For example: roast
bear, bear pie, bear pudding, bear sausage, bear ice cream, etc. etc.
etc. As a finale, as Pappy Rastus was fixing to throw out the garbage,
Mammy Maybell always uttered that closing line, which was the signal
that we kids had to go to bed.
Lest this sound like some sort of horrible Samboid racist thing to the
tender ears of ignorami, I myself was raised to call my parents Mammy
and Pappy and this is what I, and my kids, and siblings, and nieces and
nephews and wives, still call them. My dad's from what used to be a
small town in South Carolina, Florence and I'm just damn lucky my first
name isn't "DECORSEY."
So the Parson's first name was HENRY!! I be DAMN!
I always wondered what it was like for him, eating just bones.
The Internet is such a wonderful tool.
I forget what this thread was about but anyway.
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Correspondent:: "nu-monet v7.0" Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 11:46:52 -0700
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Rev. Ivan Stang wrote:
>
> In article <41C04F34.CF9801E2@ranunculus.org>, König Prüß, GfbAEV
> wrote:
>
> >
> > Save the bones for Henry Jones
> > 'cuz Henry don't eat no meat!
>
> I am SHOCKED to see that phrase written.
This notorious jazz song was heavily cherry-picked
by the comedians of the time, including by Warner
Brothers for their cartoons. In addition to its
hook line, right at the end is the infamous
"Henry?" "Coming, mother!"
That was used as a stand-alone gag.
SAVE THE BONES FOR HENRY JONES
(Danny Barker / Vernon Lee aka Michael H. Goldson)
Nat King Cole & Johnny Mercer
We’re gonna have a supper
We’ll eat some food that’s rare
And at the head of the table
We’ll place brother Henry’s chair
Invite all the local big dogs
We’ll laugh and talk and eat
But we’ll save the bones for Henry Jones
‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat
Today I’ll go to market
Buy up a lotta fish
Well, that will thrill brother Henry
‘Cause fish is his special dish
Get a large can of molasses
Have something really sweet
But we’ll save the bones for Henry Jones
‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat
Henry is not a drinker
He rarely takes a nip
He don’t need a napkin
‘Cause the things he eats don’t drip – blip!
One day we had a banquet
It really was a bake
They started off with short ribs
Then finished off with steak
But when the feast was over
Brother Henry just kept his seat
And we served the bones to Henry Jones
‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat
Our banquet was most proper
Right down to demitasse
From soup to lox and bagels
And pheasant under glass – class!
We thought the chops were mellow
He said his chops were beat – reet!
We served the bones to Henry Jones
‘Cause Henry don’t eat no meat
He’s an egg man
Henry don’t eat no meat
He loves a pullet
Henry don’t eat no meat
A vegetarian
Henry?
Coming mother!
Soup’s on
--
Herring communicate with each other
via a high-pitched, "raspberry"-like
sound emitted from their anuses.
These noises are not produced by
digestive gases.
-- from 'The New Scientist'
Correspondent:: "Revi Shankar" Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 05:48:42 -0500
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"nu-monet v7.0" wrote ...
> This notorious jazz song was heavily cherry-picked
> by the comedians of the time, including by Warner
> Brothers for their cartoons. In addition to its
> hook line, right at the end is the infamous
>
> "Henry?" "Coming, mother!"
You mean, as in the Firesign Theatre's Henry Tirebiter?
>
> That was used as a stand-alone gag.
>
>
> SAVE THE BONES FOR HENRY JONES
> (Danny Barker / Vernon Lee aka Michael H. Goldson)
> Nat King Cole & Johnny Mercer
>
...
..
Correspondent:: König Prüß, GfbAEV Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 21:11:18 GMT
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"Rev. Ivan Stang" wrote:
>In article <41C04F34.CF9801E2@ranunculus.org>, König Prüß, GfbAEV
> wrote:
>
>
>>
>> Save the bones for Henry Jones
>> 'cuz Henry don't eat no meat!
>>
>>
>>
>
>
>I am SHOCKED to see that phrase written. When I was growing up it was
>the punchline that ended all my dad's bedtime story folk tales about a
>little swamp boy named Josephus. Only in the Stang family oral
>tradition it's
>
>Save the bones for Parson Jones
>'caize the Parson don't eat no meat!
>
>The line is spoken by "Mammy Maybell" at the end of every Joesephus
>story that my dad told. I told the same stories to my two kids when
>they were little. Josephus and his dog Ringtail would defy their Mammy
>and Pappy and would go to the Bear Cave or the Haunted House or the
>Cooter Swamp or whereever, and there get into terrible trouble, to be
>saved at the last second by Pappy Rastus. After Pappy Rastus had killed
>the bear, or cooter, or whatnot, they'd drag it home and Mammy Maybell
>would make (insert animal name here) (everything). For example: roast
>bear, bear pie, bear pudding, bear sausage, bear ice cream, etc. etc.
>etc. As a finale, as Pappy Rastus was fixing to throw out the garbage,
>Mammy Maybell always uttered that closing line, which was the signal
>that we kids had to go to bed.
>
>Lest this sound like some sort of horrible Samboid racist thing to the
>tender ears of ignorami, I myself was raised to call my parents Mammy
>and Pappy and this is what I, and my kids, and siblings, and nieces and
>nephews and wives, still call them. My dad's from what used to be a
>small town in South Carolina, Florence and I'm just damn lucky my first
>name isn't "DECORSEY."
>
>So the Parson's first name was HENRY!! I be DAMN!
>
>I always wondered what it was like for him, eating just bones.
>
>The Internet is such a wonderful tool.
>
>I forget what this thread was about but anyway.
>
My own pappy used to play with Neal Hefty's band
(theme for "Batman," "Wonder Woman," and "The Odd Couple")
and my mammy was dating David Hefty the drummer, at the time
which is how they met. Pappy was always scat-boppin' something
like "Hambone, Hambone, where you been?" or "Save the Bones
for Henry Jones," or "Ain't Nobody Here but Us Chickens"
Correspondent:: Zapanaz Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 09:41:07 -0800
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On Wed, 15 Dec 2004 04:26:10 -0800, polar bear wrote:
>DJ Polar Bear remix* of a Joe Cosby Original (below)
no it's a Bob Dylan song
I thought everybody knew that
"Ballad of a thin man" off Highway 61 Revisited
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
Did you bring enough nuclear weapons for THE WHOLE CLASS, Johnny?
Correspondent:: polar bear Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 13:58:41 -0800
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In article , Zapanaz
wrote:
> On Wed, 15 Dec 2004 04:26:10 -0800, polar bear wrote:
>
> >DJ Polar Bear remix* of a Joe Cosby Original (below)
>
> no it's a Bob Dylan song
>
> I thought everybody knew that
>
> "Ballad of a thin man" off Highway 61 Revisited
I was never a Bob Dylan fan. Everything I ever heard of his was by
accident. Actually, It's a fairly common misperception to think that
most freaks were into Dylan. A lot of us actually disliked him- not
because he went electric, as legend has it, but because he was
perceived as a poseur.
The operative term for that era was counter-culture. For us, that
meant rejecting most so-called icons as being too "plastic." Just
getting played back then was the kiss of death, to say nothing of the
charts.
Much of the 60's was simply a nostalgic retrival of the American
Frontier. Note the number of bushwackers in buckskins. We were in a
different camp. The way forward for us was technology. Pink Floyd led
the way, until Tangerine Dream and Kraftwerk took over.
Then the Residents appeared and a whole new game was afoot......
pb
(interesting how I keyed off "there's something happening here" though.
I wonder if that's where Buffalo Springfield got it?)
**
Correspondent:: König Prüß, GfbAEV Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 22:08:33 GMT
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polar bear wrote:
>In article , Zapanaz
> wrote:
>
>> On Wed, 15 Dec 2004 04:26:10 -0800, polar bear wrote:
>>
>> >DJ Polar Bear remix* of a Joe Cosby Original (below)
>>
>> no it's a Bob Dylan song
>>
>> I thought everybody knew that
>>
>> "Ballad of a thin man" off Highway 61 Revisited
>
>I was never a Bob Dylan fan. Everything I ever heard of his was by
>accident. Actually, It's a fairly common misperception to think that
>most freaks were into Dylan. A lot of us actually disliked him- not
>because he went electric, as legend has it, but because he was
>perceived as a poseur.
>
>The operative term for that era was counter-culture. For us, that
>meant rejecting most so-called icons as being too "plastic." Just
>getting played back then was the kiss of death, to say nothing of the
>charts.
>
>Much of the 60's was simply a nostalgic retrival of the American
>Frontier. Note the number of bushwackers in buckskins. We were in a
>different camp. The way forward for us was technology. Pink Floyd led
>the way, until Tangerine Dream and Kraftwerk took over.
>
>Then the Residents appeared and a whole new game was afoot......
>
>pb
>
>(interesting how I keyed off "there's something happening here" though.
>I wonder if that's where Buffalo Springfield got it?)
>
>**
Correspondent:: polar bear Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 01:55:12 -0800
--------
In article
, König
Prüß, GfbAEV wrote:
snip
> >
> >(interesting how I keyed off "there's something happening here" though.
> >I wonder if that's where Buffalo Springfield got it?)
> >
> >**
>
> The last Buffalo-Springfield steamroller was manufactured in 1935.
> http://www.nku.edu/~rhode/classicsteamroller.htm
Steamrollers? We have steamrollers. What size would you like?
(check ABS)
pb
pb
Correspondent:: "ArWeGod" Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2004 11:20:00 GMT
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"Zapanaz" wrote in message
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> On Wed, 15 Dec 2004 04:26:10 -0800, polar bear wrote:
>
> >DJ Polar Bear remix* of a Joe Cosby Original (below)
>
> no it's a Bob Dylan song
>
> I thought everybody knew that
>
> "Ballad of a thin man" off Highway 61 Revisited
Tres amusant. Which is French for, "you dick, you caught me with my
pants down!"