Marvelous Mibs Marbles Collectors Zone

sjstokes75 · Joined: 26 Aug 2008 Posts: 37

I was listening to some Simon & G. with my daughter last night, when I thought I heard them mention marbles in "The Boxer":

"I am just a poor boy and my story's seldom told
I've squandered my resistance for a pocketful of marbles,
such are promises."

Googled the lyrics, and it turns out it's a pocketful of mumbles...

Anybody know of any songs that do talk about marbles?

Susan

tankgrrl29 · Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 6:50 pm Post subject:

hehe i was just reading this and laughing at myself for thinking all this time that the lyrics said "mumbles". but then i kept reading and now i'm laughing at you, susan! (okay, not *at* you, but *with* you Wink

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i'll have to think on this one to see if i can come up with any marble songs...

p.s. i love that song, The Boxer!
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tankgrrl29 · Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 7:00 pm Post subject:

wow.

i just cheated and put "marbles" in the search field here (select "lyrics words") and came up with about a million songs!

i don't recognize any of the songs (i do recognize some of the artists though).

here's my favorite:

"Calling Abe Lincoln A Liar" Lyrics (by Super Jesus In A Party Hat)

slipping on marbles
and puddles of blood
I just cleaned that floor
way to be an asshole
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bigjohn691500 · Joined: 05 Aug 2007 Posts: 254

Good ole Chubby Checker,,,
"I found my thrillll,
on Blueberry Hill"

Blueberry's a marble right?, ya see the connection,,, lololol,,, bj

harbor · Joined: 29 Dec 2007 Posts: 180 Location: Big Sky Country

Wouldn't it be fun to start a thread sometime with everyone telling the one song they always used the wrong lyrics in? Like: When a Man Loves a Walnut, instead of When a man loves a woman? Or, hello Marylou, goodbye Marge...for Ricky nelson's hello Marylou? Anyone have any other goodies!
LOL.
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Poplarhead · Joined: 09 Aug 2007 Posts: 72

Just for Tankgirl - a huge country music lover.... ( Smile

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Well I got my first truck, when I was three,
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before
I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door
She tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand,
There's just something women like about a PickUp Man

When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a Pickup Truck
I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen
Was Bobbie Jo Gentry the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said
"I never knew you were a Pickup Man!"

You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

Most Friday nights, I can be found
In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand,
'Cause there's just something women like about a pickup Man

You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine
Once around the block and you'll know what I mean

You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

Yeah, there's something women like about a Pickup Man.

Owww, Drive that pickup son...
That's right...

Well I got my first truck, when I was three,
Drove a hundred thousand miles on my knees
Hauled marbles and rocks, and thought twice before
I hauled a Barbie Doll bed for the girl next door
She tried to pay me with a kiss I began to understand,
There's just something women like about a PickUp Man

When I turned sixteen, I saved a few hundred bucks
My first car was a Pickup Truck
I was cruisin' the town and the first girl I seen
Was Bobbie Jo Gentry the homecoming queen
She flagged me down and climbed up in the cab, and said
"I never knew you were a Pickup Man!"

You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

Most Friday nights, I can be found
In the bed of my truck on an old chaise lounge
Backed into my spot at the drive-in show
You know a cargo light gives off a romantic glow
I never have to wait in line at the popcorn stand,
'Cause there's just something women like about a pickup Man

You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
But I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

A bucket of rust, or a brand new machine

Once around the block and you'll know what I mean

You can set my truck on fire, and roll it down a hill
And I still wouldn't trade it for a Coupe DeVille
I've got an eight foot bed that never has to be made
You know if it weren't for trucks we wouldn't have tailgates
I met all my wives in traffic jams,
There's just something women like about a Pickup Man

Yeah, there's something women like about a Pickup Man.

Owww, Drive that pickup son...
That's right...

delkins · Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 11:17 am Post subject:

Alright, here's one that belongs in every marble collectors CD library. Ladies and Gentlemen, the late, great Notorious BIG's Things Done Changed. East Coast in the hizouse!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTXTzpsJ9qA

Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin RINGER, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
hallways, shootin MARBLES all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin shit
So step away with your fist fight ways
Motherfucker this ain't back in the days,
but you don't hear me though

No more cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm down with the shit too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that's what the fuck happens
when you sleep on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta
leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, shit done changed

If I wasn't in the rap game
I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked Knuckleshot
Shit, it's hard being young from the slums
eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the shit's gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers
Goin outta town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed

LOL! OK, maybe they say dice, but I sing marbles. That was fun! -Dave

sjstokes75 · Joined: 26 Aug 2008 Posts: 37

Um, so far I have a slight preference for the song about the pickup truck!

Susan

P.S. As far as misheard lyrics go, here's a non-marble-related one from one of my kids, at about age 3:

Michael, row the boat ashore
How 'bout Julia?

harbor · Joined: 29 Dec 2007 Posts: 180 Location: Big Sky Country

Susan offers: " Michael row the boat ashore, how bout Julia" !!! That is so great..loving it, thanks for a response that made me smile! My friend is the DJ of the Pea Green Boat, on public radio, longest running childrens show on radio..I'm going to get her to tell about this one on the air. thanks susan!
catherine
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tankgrrl29 · Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 9:57 am Post subject:

'how 'bout julia" haha! that's great!

hey don, that's one long song!! i think you should put this in your profile as your new sig:

"Owww, Drive that pickup son...
That's right... "
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"YES WE DID"