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Can you tell me if, in the desert you can’t remember your name because there ain’t no one to give you blame, shame or fame?
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No, no… it’s “cause there ain’t no one four to give you no pain”. See, they hate kids.
I wonder what we’ll be doing by the time they get to Phoenix? Will I still be a lineman for the county?
[QUOTE=Biffy the Elephant Shrew]
Hoot owl.
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The Hoot Owl is not to be confused with the Hoot Gibson, which comes with an onion instead of an olive.
Presented for your amusement is my old take on the song’s chronology of events, because this just isn’t important enough to look up.
- there’s a frost and the horse gets out
- before they find it, there’s a blizzard and it dies
- later the girl goes nuts during another blizzard and she runs out into it calling the horse’s name and dies
- he’s getting ready to follow them - there just isn’t a blizzard handy at the moment. He’s waitin’ for it.
Of course, it’s possible that I projected a chronology on it all those years ago. I don’t even remember if it came out while I was in high school or junior high. Other folks’ MMV.
An owl hooting nearby is considered a bad omen by some Native American cultures.
OH and frost rhymes with lost.
[aside]When I lived in Taos, I always got a kick out os seeing MM walking his kid to school in full fringe buckskin regalia. I guess he never knew when he might be required to bust into Wildfire.[/aside]
There is no Yellow Mountain in Nebraska. (although there are some tiny mountains ) Yellow Mountain, AFAIK, is in Appalachia. So when she came down from Yellow Mountain, that was a heck of a lot of dark, flat land she had to ride across.
[QUOTE=lieu]
No, no… it’s “cause there ain’t no one four to give you no pain”. See, they hate kids.
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No, no…it’s about a broken window. There was a subsidiary of 86 Lumber called 14 Glass. But out in the desert, there ain’t no one-four to give you no pane!.
[QUOTE=Don’t fight the hypothetical]
[aside]When I lived in Taos, I always got a kick out os seeing MM walking his kid to school in full fringe buckskin regalia. I guess he never knew when he might be required to bust into Wildfire.[/aside]
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Was the kid his son, David Lee Murphy? David ended up being a pretty darn good singer/songwriter himself.
[QUOTE=BMax]
She came from Yellow Mountain on a horse. I never knew why she left or how she got the horse in the first place. She said something about running from a man who goes by the name of the Sandman and I figured maybe it’s best not to ask, if you catch my meaning. The important thing was that she was finished with her life in the fast lane and ready to take a chance again as a farm wife on the Nebraska prarie. I told her that as long as I can have her here with me, Id much rather be forever in blue jeans. Those were the days, my friend; we thought they’d never end.
Truth is she seemed more than a little confused most of the time. Sometimes she’d sit around countin’ flowers on the wall, or stay up all night playing solitaire til dawn with a deck of 51, and when I’d call her she’d say “I’m not Lisa, my name is Julie”. I think it was more than she planned for, being a daydream believer and a homecoming queen.
But there was a lot of work to do, and I never promised her a rose garden. After a while I could tell she was hungry for laughter and I reckon she’s gone off after whatever the other life brings.
Well, if you’ll excuse me, I don’t have time to stand around yackin’, what with four hungry children and a crop in the field.
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You forgot the bit about Honey going to play for the Angels.
[QUOTE=Hypno-Toad]
I wonder what we’ll be doing by the time they get to Phoenix? Will I still be a lineman for the county?
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Don’t forget Wynonna.
[QUOTE=Lemur866]
Don’t forget Wynonna.
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Speaking of sod bustin’ in South Boston, I’m convinced that in the Rolling Stones’ version of “Route 66,” Mick Jagger sings “Moscow” instead of “Barstow.”
[QUOTE=Hilarity N. Suze]
I think you would have to add the Chestnut Mare into this mix.
(Or, from another song entirely, “Oh the race is on and it looks like Heartaches…and the winner loses alllllll”)
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Well, hell, you may as well throw in Stewball, too.
Witches surround this wisdom man, Riding Wildfire I held his hand. His words of wisdom are mine to keep, Though it is another’s love i seek. I’ll never let go of his memory, He will stay in my heart for eternity. I’ve gladly stumbled into this deep mire, You’ll see me arise in clean white attire. You’ll live to see this tide turn, Loving Love is a lesson learned. Know witch hazel it won’t be long, I’ll be singing in the rain the Master’s song.
You’ll be proud you were loved by me. I will change, I will succeed.
Some zombie threads make my day. This is one… except for the fact that I now have “Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiildfire!” in my head.
Best first post evar!!
The rarely sung 6th verse. After the race and the movie theater.
And I can’t believe nobody corrected me in 2007 by pointing out that Michael Murphey and David Lee Murphy are not father & son. If the different spellings didn’t clue me in, reading my own link should have… :smack:
Marvin Gaye and Zane Grey spelled their names differently from their fathers, so you never know.
I now have an odd mental youtube of David Lee Roth singing WildFire.
“Yeah, I always liked those kind of horse shoes, too. No no no no, don’t take 'em off, leave 'em on. A little more to the right…”