Hmm…9 bullets but 10 albums? Easy-peasy. Pistol-whip number 10. As for that Mama’s and Papa’s album: Mama Cass, Denny and John look as if they were about to toss Michelle in the commode—which where that whore belonged. She is the only surviving member of the group.
ArtyJune 7, 2022, 12:44 PM
I never heard that about Michelle Philips. She was definitely the cute one.
Her husband wrote the song ‘Go Where You Wanna Go’ about the affair Michelle was having with another member of the group. They divorced soon after and the other band member was fired.
The Documentary “Echo’s in the Canyon” had an amusing bit on the scandal.
She played Billie Frechette in the 1973 film “Dillinger”. It is worth a look.
Like many of her era and fame, her “morals” were fluid and served in the main for her own benefit. Her views on drugs and childhood sexuality predated those of the Democrat Party of today, and indeed would be right at home there. She was and is what was termed in her era as a “free spirit”: beholden to none, loyal to herself only, parading her selfishness in public as her own private god. She enjoyed playing loose women, tramps and sluts in movies, which required her not to have to act at all.
It is difficult to describe the effect she had on a young boy of 14, which is what I was in 1967. I can still remember. Here is Michelle Phillips is all her glory.
Blurry, but that looked like Mitchum so I looked it up. Hadn’t seen this Bronson flik before so I’m gonna try to run it down. I liked Bronson’s “Harmonica” role in Once Upon A Time In The West.
Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me?
Snaky: Well… looks like we’re…[snickers]
Snaky: …looks like we’re shy one horse.
Harmonica: [shaking head] You brought two too many.
The real-life Fierro was a true piece of work. In the movie and in life he actually did that stunt you mentioned: lining up a bunch of his enemies and killing them with one shot through their heads. He was a true homicidal maniac. He died in quicksand, the stolen gold he had in his belt weighing him down. No one mourned.
re: the Hattie Noel album
“Double entendre” is a subcategory of blues/novelty songs, and I love them.
The first song on the album is “If I can’t sell it” and I didn’t realize she wrote it.
It was a hit for Ruth Brown later, though I first heard it in a lounge on a riverboat on the St. Louis waterfront.
Lonnie Johnson and Victoria Spivey, Wynonie Harris, Bessie Smith, and a bunch of others up to and including Van Halen and Aerosmith all had songs in this genre.
I hate linking to Salon, but they have an article that’s relevant: https://www.salon.com/2014/06/28/the_19_greatest_double_entendre_songs/
Soundboard BootlegJune 7, 2022, 9:47 AM
“We will corrupt the West so bad that it stinks.”
Willi Münzenberg, Frankfurt School.
Back from the Sack-N-Save and you could feel the IQ points slidin’ like Biden as only a couple of lanes were open and fat drooling blobs of redundant protoplasm stood around looking stupid while clock milking union workers faced the cereal aisle.
Stick a fork in Chiquitastan for it is done.
The Mamas and the Papas for the big loss.
John HenryJune 7, 2022, 10:23 AM
How about single entendre songs?
Like
“nine inch will please a lady”
“how will I keep my maiden head among so many men?”
“Tommy makes my tail toddle”
And many more in this vein. By Paul Clayton on Electra records
If Monday, Monday is executionable what about We All Live In A Yellow Submarine? That was horrible! But I guess John sort of took a bullet for the rest of the group. Coo coo ca choo.
CallmelennieJune 7, 2022, 1:10 PM
@lpdbw
If “Willie and The Hand Jive” is a double entendre, then what can you say about “Willie And The KAM Jive”
I know a pol named Frisco Willie
He had a side piece and boned yer silly
She did the shuck and the bob
And the spread Hindu
And she gave that Crazy Kam Jive, too
Mama Mama look at Grandpa Joe
Hes doing the tub jive with Grand Niece Flo
Grandma Jill gives her one thin dime
Says “Keep this hushed up one more time.”
Kam Jive .. Kam Jive .. Kam Jive
Doin that crazy Kam Jive
I occasionally try to work on a blues song of my own.
The title (which does not appear in the lyrics as of yet) is Sesquipedalian Johnson.
It’s nominally a story about trying to please ladies by playing various instruments provided by the Johnson company, purveyors of fine Chinese musical instruments, like 4 inch harmonicas and 18 inch baritone ukuleles. Coincidentally, I play both of those instruments, among others.
I really need to finish that.
TrangBang68June 7, 2022, 6:07 PM
You should need only 9 slugs. Somebody should have capped John Phillips years ago for screwing his daughter Mackenzie
JackJune 7, 2022, 7:28 PM
You got that right. He F’d her up royally and should have been capped for it.
As for the bullets, that’s really not a tough one. I’d go with a double tap on Angelou, one each for the Vibrators, 1 for that clowning Mexican pedophile and 1 for Newton’s bowel and bladder training feature which I’m sure went platinum, like all of his music.
JoeDaddyJune 8, 2022, 3:12 AM
Newton…”Donkey Shame”….
ghostsniperJune 8, 2022, 4:19 AM
Saw a show one night down in Tijuana….
booneJune 8, 2022, 7:26 AM
The mamas and the papas need to be shot just for putting apostrophes in their name on the album cover.
KCKJune 9, 2022, 5:27 AM
Shoot the electric outlet and that takes care of all 10 record albums. Leaves 8 for watching the door.
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1692 MANGROVE AVE
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Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Yes, that Maya Angelou before she found an easier grift for her “caged bird” to grip
Keeping it gay all June so the United States can take a whole summer month off to celebrate anal sex!
Wayne Newton for those pesky little lower GI malfunctions. Keeps things moving.
All children shown on cover were kidnapped.
Fanning to Humanity: You’re doing it all wrong.
Anna. It’s what’s for dinner.
If you say so. . .
Titles in side-splitting code.
So very many things here hang suspended between wrong and criminal.
Gerard Van der Leun
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Hmm…9 bullets but 10 albums? Easy-peasy. Pistol-whip number 10. As for that Mama’s and Papa’s album: Mama Cass, Denny and John look as if they were about to toss Michelle in the commode—which where that whore belonged. She is the only surviving member of the group.
I never heard that about Michelle Philips. She was definitely the cute one.
Her husband wrote the song ‘Go Where You Wanna Go’ about the affair Michelle was having with another member of the group. They divorced soon after and the other band member was fired.
The Documentary “Echo’s in the Canyon” had an amusing bit on the scandal.
I’m definitely going to watch that. Thanks
Don’t forget this bio of the entire group. Astounding that they could create such music amid such personal chaos, pain and misery.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvgKgIYZ9wU
I’m just watching it. Ya, she almost brags about being sluttish.
She played Billie Frechette in the 1973 film “Dillinger”. It is worth a look.
Like many of her era and fame, her “morals” were fluid and served in the main for her own benefit. Her views on drugs and childhood sexuality predated those of the Democrat Party of today, and indeed would be right at home there. She was and is what was termed in her era as a “free spirit”: beholden to none, loyal to herself only, parading her selfishness in public as her own private god. She enjoyed playing loose women, tramps and sluts in movies, which required her not to have to act at all.
It is difficult to describe the effect she had on a young boy of 14, which is what I was in 1967. I can still remember. Here is Michelle Phillips is all her glory.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUr5_QVPCAI
Seeing her has the power now that it had then.
She had the same effect on me, had a hopeless crush on her. I had no idea she was a trollop, still one of the prettiest faces in rock music though.
Would be sort of interesting if ‘Miss Calypso’ did a duet album with Calypso Louie.
Make it a trio. Add Lizzo.
That would qualify as a quartet by the tonnage.
Bada bing!
I’m pretty sure if you stand em up front to back 1 bullet will obliterate all 10.
That’s leaves 8 bullets destined for tranny heads.
https://www.rebelnews.com/nfl_team_appoints_first_openly_transgender_cheerleader
I was thinking the same thing, using .44 Magnum FMJ. Or, you could pull a Fierro and have some fun:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0IfSIcZlCY
Endless possibilities.
Blurry, but that looked like Mitchum so I looked it up. Hadn’t seen this Bronson flik before so I’m gonna try to run it down. I liked Bronson’s “Harmonica” role in Once Upon A Time In The West.
Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me?
Snaky: Well… looks like we’re…[snickers]
Snaky: …looks like we’re shy one horse.
Harmonica: [shaking head] You brought two too many.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XkHsinz7oU
Mitchum was the man. Never made a bad film.
The real-life Fierro was a true piece of work. In the movie and in life he actually did that stunt you mentioned: lining up a bunch of his enemies and killing them with one shot through their heads. He was a true homicidal maniac. He died in quicksand, the stolen gold he had in his belt weighing him down. No one mourned.
re: the Hattie Noel album
“Double entendre” is a subcategory of blues/novelty songs, and I love them.
The first song on the album is “If I can’t sell it” and I didn’t realize she wrote it.
It was a hit for Ruth Brown later, though I first heard it in a lounge on a riverboat on the St. Louis waterfront.
Lonnie Johnson and Victoria Spivey, Wynonie Harris, Bessie Smith, and a bunch of others up to and including Van Halen and Aerosmith all had songs in this genre.
I hate linking to Salon, but they have an article that’s relevant:
https://www.salon.com/2014/06/28/the_19_greatest_double_entendre_songs/
“We will corrupt the West so bad that it stinks.”
Willi Münzenberg, Frankfurt School.
Back from the Sack-N-Save and you could feel the IQ points slidin’ like Biden as only a couple of lanes were open and fat drooling blobs of redundant protoplasm stood around looking stupid while clock milking union workers faced the cereal aisle.
Stick a fork in Chiquitastan for it is done.
The Mamas and the Papas for the big loss.
How about single entendre songs?
Like
“nine inch will please a lady”
“how will I keep my maiden head among so many men?”
“Tommy makes my tail toddle”
And many more in this vein. By Paul Clayton on Electra records
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_kl56DuKMrliq-jKd2t_h36pOYULGztKpo
Written by scots poet laureate Robert burns
How about Betty Boop singing, “No one ever took my boop-boop-be-doop.”
Sorry, slackers, I gotta expend all nine bullets on Wayne Newton.
Danke Schoen!
Bitte schön.
James has a point.
If Monday, Monday is executionable what about We All Live In A Yellow Submarine? That was horrible! But I guess John sort of took a bullet for the rest of the group. Coo coo ca choo.
@lpdbw
If “Willie and The Hand Jive” is a double entendre, then what can you say about “Willie And The KAM Jive”
I know a pol named Frisco Willie
He had a side piece and boned yer silly
She did the shuck and the bob
And the spread Hindu
And she gave that Crazy Kam Jive, too
Mama Mama look at Grandpa Joe
Hes doing the tub jive with Grand Niece Flo
Grandma Jill gives her one thin dime
Says “Keep this hushed up one more time.”
Kam Jive .. Kam Jive .. Kam Jive
Doin that crazy Kam Jive
Lest we forget, the lyrics of “Fiddle About” from “Tommy” were written by that pedophile Pete Townshend.
“I’m your wicked Uncle Ernie
I’m glad you won’t see or hear me
As I fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about…
Your mother left me here to mind you
Now I’m doing what I want to
Fiddling about
Fiddling about
Fiddle about…
Down with the bedclothes
Up with your nightshirt
Fiddle about
Fiddle about
Fiddle about
You won’t shout as I fiddle about…”
Townshend should have been a Catholic priest.
Or a teacher in any public school system.
Steve, you are on a roll!
I occasionally try to work on a blues song of my own.
The title (which does not appear in the lyrics as of yet) is Sesquipedalian Johnson.
It’s nominally a story about trying to please ladies by playing various instruments provided by the Johnson company, purveyors of fine Chinese musical instruments, like 4 inch harmonicas and 18 inch baritone ukuleles. Coincidentally, I play both of those instruments, among others.
I really need to finish that.
You should need only 9 slugs. Somebody should have capped John Phillips years ago for screwing his daughter Mackenzie
You got that right. He F’d her up royally and should have been capped for it.
As for the bullets, that’s really not a tough one. I’d go with a double tap on Angelou, one each for the Vibrators, 1 for that clowning Mexican pedophile and 1 for Newton’s bowel and bladder training feature which I’m sure went platinum, like all of his music.
Newton…”Donkey Shame”….
Saw a show one night down in Tijuana….
The mamas and the papas need to be shot just for putting apostrophes in their name on the album cover.
Shoot the electric outlet and that takes care of all 10 record albums. Leaves 8 for watching the door.
Orders another beer.