What's your favorite Jim Croce song?
I can't decide. It's between this and this.
The latter may have a slight edge, because of this line: "She's living in L.A., with my best old ex-friend Ray . . ."
Anyway, I'd better make myself scarce. There's something in my eye. You know, it happens every time . . .
UPDATE: These two songs go out to Jeff, Saint Francis of the blogosphere, and Jeffery, the Godfather of Seoul . . . from your friends at Rumpus.
The latter may have a slight edge, because of this line: "She's living in L.A., with my best old ex-friend Ray . . ."
Anyway, I'd better make myself scarce. There's something in my eye. You know, it happens every time . . .
UPDATE: These two songs go out to Jeff, Saint Francis of the blogosphere, and Jeffery, the Godfather of Seoul . . . from your friends at Rumpus.
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For me, it's a tie between "You Don't Mess Around With Jim" and "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown," the latter because as a kid I knew that it allowed me to say the word "damn" in front of my parents and plausibly claim that I was just singing along with the music...
I love those songs, too -- and I had the same experience of being thrilled to be able to sing "damn" because it was part of the song.
The most daring song lyrics I used to sing, however, where from "Cecelia," a song on the Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits eight track that my mom used to play in the station wagon. I can still remember sitting in the back with Wonderdog, Daryl Ann, and non-blogging sister and brother and belting out:
"Makin' love in the afternoon
With Cecelia
Up in my bedroom
I get up to wash my face
When I come back to bed
Someone's taking my place.
Cecelia, you're breaking my heart..."
The sad thing is that none of us understood the lyrics, so we got none of the thrill of being "daring."
I must go with "I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song" and "Time in a Bottle".
Though "You Don't Mess Around With Jim" is right up there, as sung by a certain smallish person who inhabits our home.
A "smallish person who inhabits" your home? Would that be a hobbit? ;)
oh no....here we go again...
Bigger than a full-grown hobbit, from your previous description, Ms. Kate Marie. Definitely with the heart and determination of one though.
(Sorry Mr. Peck!)
I go with Jeff -- "You Don't Mess Around With Jim" and "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" are tied, or nearly, though I think that I prefer the latter.
Leroy was also a hillbilly name, by the way, and knowing nothing of Chicago, I didn't even realize that the song was about a tough black guy in the ghetto.
Jeffery Hodges
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Well, I like them all. Time in a Bottle is a great ballad, but was grossly overplayed in my youth. Leroy Brown is great! Let me come up with this off beat choice. . Rapid Roy the stock car boy!
That's a good one, Stewdog!
How about "One Less Set of Footsteps?" Have you heard that one?
Don't forget "Roller Derby Queen."
Jeffery Hodges
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