Hell In a Bucket

Words by John Perry Barlow; music by Bob Weir
First performance: Grateful Dead - May 13, 1983, at the Greek Theatre, U.C. Berkeley

Well, I was drinking last night with a biker
And I showed him a picture of you
I said, "Pal, get to know her. You'll like her."
Seemed like the least I could do...

'Cause when he's driving his chopper
Up and down your carpeted halls,
You will think me by contrast quite proper.
Never mind how I stumble and fall.
Never mind how I stumble and fall.

[Chorus:]
You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot
For a taste of your elegant pride
I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe,
But at least I'm enjoying the ride.
At least I'm enjoying the ride.
At least I'm enjoying the ride.

Now miss sweet little soft-core pretender,
Somehow baby got hard as it gets.
With her black leather chrome spiked suspenders,
Her chair and her whip and her pets.

Well we know you're the reincarnation
Of the ravenous Catherine the Great.
And we know how you love your ovations
For the Z-rated scenes you create.
The Z-rated scenes you create.

[Bridge:]
You analyze me, pretend to despise me,
You laugh when I stumble and fall.
There may come a day I will dance on your grave
If unable to dance, I will crawl across it
Unable to dance, I'll still crawl.

You must really consider the circus
'Cause it just might be your kind of zoo
I can't think of a place that's more perfect
For a person as perfect as you.

And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely
'Cause I wouldn't know where to begin
But I know that you'll think of me only
When the snakes come marching in
When the snakes come marching in

 

A Long distance directory assistance, area code 212
Say hey, A and R this is mister rhythm and blues
He said hello, and put me on hold
To say the least the cat was cold
He said, don't call us child we'll call you

I said, you got my number
He said yeah, I got it when you walked in the door
Don't call us, we'll call you
Don't call us, we'll call you

I got your name from a friend of a friend
who said he used to work with you
Remember the all night creature from stereo ninety two
Yeah I said could you relate to our quarter track tape
You know the band performs in the nude
He said uh huh don't call us child we'll call you

Listen kid you paid for the call
You ain't bad but we've heard it all before
And it sounds like John, Paul and George

Any way, we cut a hit and we toured a bit
with a song he said he couldn't use
And now he calls and begs and crawls
It's telephone deja vu
We got percentage points and lousy joints
And all the glitter we can use, Mama
So, uh huh, don't call us now, we'll call you

Listen kid you paid for the call
You ain't bad but I've heard it all before
Don't call us, we'll call you
Don't call us
Don't call us, we'll call you

 

Star Star by The Rolling Stones from Goats Head Soup (1973)

Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone
Way back to New York City
Where you do belong
Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to Fun City, girl
I'm gonna make you scream all night

Honey, honey, call me on the telephone
I know you're movin' out to Hollywood
With your can of tasty foam
All those beat up friends of mine
Got to get you in their books
And lead guitars and movie stars
Get their toes beneath your hook

Yeah, you're a star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star
Yeah, a star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star
Star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star

Yeah, I heard about you Polaroid's
Now that's what I call obscene
Your tricks with fruit was kind a cute
I bet you keep your pu$$y clean
Honey, I miss your two tone kisses
Legs wrapped around me tight
If I ever get back to New York, girl
Gonna make you scream all night

Yeah, you're a star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star
Yeah, a star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star
Star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er star
Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are

Yeah, Ali McGraw got mad with you
For givin' head to Steve McQueen
Yeah, you and me we made a pretty pair
Fallin' through the silver screen
Honey, I'm open to anythin'
I don't know where to draw the line
Yeah, I'm makin' bets that you gonna get
John Wayne before he dies

Yeah, you're a star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star
Yeah, a star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star
A star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star

Yeah you are, a star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star
A star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star
A star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star

Yeah, a star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star
Star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star ****er
Star ****er, star ****er, star ****er, star, yes you are, yes you are

 

During the Second World, tankers made ​​a new text for old Cossack songs "Lubo, bratsi, lubo!.." (Enjoy, brothers, enjoy!).

The bitterness and sarcasm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aGlvGAZgVs

As always, I ask pardon for non-professional translation



Shell hit the tank,
And burst armor.
And small fragments
Hurt me. Оh..

Enjoy, my friends, enjoy! enjoy, brothers, to live!
In a tank brigade does not have to grieve.

I came to consciousness in the swamp,
I see, bandaged my wounds.
A tank with a crashed armor
Burned nearby.
-
In the morning I was summoned,
In The Special department.
"Tell me, why do not you burn
Together with the tank? "
-
"Forgive me,"
This I tell them.
"In the next attack
Be sure, I be burned. "

Enjoy, my friends, enjoy! enjoy, brothers, to live!
In a tank brigade does not have to grieve.


Sung by Yegor Letov and the "Civil Defense"
used footage from the film "In war as in war."

 

From the Halls of Montezuma,
To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean:
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.

Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.

Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven’s scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By The United States Marines.

It is the oldest official song in the United States military. The "Marine's Hymn" is typically sung at the position of attention as a gesture of respect.

 

very brave

 

Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else

I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Can't stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye, *Goodbye*

 

(These are the slightly modified lyrics from Commander Cody's version)

My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin',
if you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln."

Have you heard the story of the hot rod race,
where the Fords 'n' Lincolns were settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say,
that I was drivin' that Model-A.

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up,
that Model-A body makes it look like a pup.
It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all,
got overdrive that just won't stall.

With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,
with 4-11 gears you can really get lost.
Got safety tubes but I ain't scared,
the brakes are good, tires fair.

Pulled outta San Pedro late one night,
the moon 'n' the stars was shinin' bright.
We was drivin' up Grapevine hill,
passin' cars like they was standin' still.

All of a sudden in the wink of an eye,
Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said "Boys that's the mark for me,"
by then the tailight was all you could see.

Now the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind,
so I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas'n'man alive,
I shoved it on down into overdrive.

Wound it up to a hunderd an' ten,
my speedometer said that I hit top end.
My foot was glued like lead to the floor,
that's all there is an' there ain't no more.

Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense,
them telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said "slow down, I see spots,"
the lines on the road just looked like dots.

Took a corner'n'side-swiped a truck,
crossed my fingers just for luck.
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts,
the guy beside me was white as a ghost.

Smoke was comin' from outta the back,
when started t' gain on that Cacillac.
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass,
don'tcha by then we'd be low on gas.

We had flames comin' from outta the side,
you could feel the tension, man whatta ride.
I said "look out boys, I got a license to fly,"
and that Caddy pulled over and let us by.

Now all of a sudden she started knockin'
down in the dip she started to rockin'
And I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin',
the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln.

They arrested me 'n' they put me in jail,
'n they called my pappy to throw my bail,
'n he said "son you're gonna drive me ta drinkin'
if you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln.

 

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth...

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say "come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen...

A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said: "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve"
The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly...

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen...

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
the world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me...

We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen...

 

Well, another day, another dollar, after I've sang and hollered
Oh, it's my way of living, and I can't change a thing.
Another town is drawing near. Oh, baby, I wish you were here!
But the only way I can see you, darlin', is in my dreams.
It's a highway song.. you sing it on and on.. on and on..

Well, the hurt you leave behind, it's the hurt that's on your mind.
Oh, and last night's show took its toll on me.
Well the city lights fly by me, as I lay my body in my bed,
Oh, and dreams of you Dance through my head.
It's a highway song.. you sing it on and on.. on and on..
Highway song.. is as lonely.. as the road I'm on..

It's those big wheels are ready to roll. We've be flyin' high and so low.
Lord, and all this madness, ain't as crazy as it seems.
Everywhere, they stop and stare. I'm just a stranger on this road.
Oh, I stand alone, awake in my dreams.
Highway song.. you sing it on and on.. on and on..
Highway song.. is as lonely.. as the road I'm on..
Highway song.. you sing it on and on.. on and on..
Highway song.. is as lonely.. as the road I'm on..