Sixteen Thou'
lmerkel on BIX
Sixteen Thou'
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Some people say a man is made outta mud,
a middle-class man is made outta blood ...
a lotta red blood, some fat and bone,
a mind that works and a back that don't.
You make sixteen thou' and whatta you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St. Peter, don'tcha call me, I cain't depart,
I owe my soul to my credit cards.
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't rise
I walked to the bank and I waited on line.
They handed me cash so I could pay my rent
Then I hadda pay it back, plus forty percent ...
You make sixteen thou' and whatta you get?
...
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain,
I went through college just by signin' my name,
Right after school I bought a new Corvette ...
That was twelve years ago; it ain't paid off yet.
You make sixteen thou' and whatta you get?
....
If I owe you money, stay outta my way,
I'm takin' up karate at the YMCA;
one fist of iron, the other of steel,
if neither one gets you ... watch out for my heel.
You make sixteen thou' and whatta you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St. Peter, don'tcha call me, I cain't depart,
I owe my soul to my credit cards.
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-- Lee Merkel, July 25, 1976
(How many of you sharp-eyed viewers remember a sign in
the movie "Back to the Future" advertising the song
"Sixteen Tons"?)
Rich Holmes
> You make sixteen thou' and whatta you get?
> Another day older and deeper in debt.
> St. Peter, don'tcha call me, I cain't depart,
> I owe my soul to my credit cards.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
> -- Lee Merkel, July 25, 1976
Was that before or after the National Lampoon's version? Probably
before.
You work nine to five, whatta you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don'tcha call me, 'cause I'll only moan
I owe my soul to the savings and loan
No, I don't remember the rest. Anyway, I think they only did one
verse. Note that this version is more inflation-proof.
--
- Doctroid Doctroid Holmes
Of course it's daft, it's traditional.
- Terry Pratchett
Rich Holmes
>Lee wrote this five days after a major formative incident in my young
>life: the landing of Viking 1 on Mars. I was eight. I remember
>seeing, and being greatly excited by, the TV reports; my four-year-old
>sister was upset that they interrupted Captain Kangaroo to broadcast
>a picture of rocks.
This is a universal phenomenon. In the 1960s I was upset when they
preempted Captain Kangaroo to cover Mercury launches. Later I watched
the space launches with great enthusiasm and interest. Still later it
became a bore again. But it's OK 'cause I don't watch Captain
Kangaroo any more.
E poly(TFE) Piano
lme...@BIX.com (lmerkel on BIX) writes:
>
>
> ---------------------
>
>
> Some people say a man is made outta mud,
> a middle-class man is made outta blood ...
> a lotta red blood, some fat and bone,
> a mind that works and a back that don't.
>
> You make sixteen thou' and whatta you get?
> Another day older and deeper in debt.
> St. Peter, don'tcha call me, I cain't depart,
> I owe my soul to my credit cards.
tum TUM tee-tee TUM
not
tum tum-tum tum
Aaarrgh. That last line doesn't *scan.* Did you attend Dartmouth, by any
chance?
> ------------------------------------------------------------
> -- Lee Merkel, July 25, 1976
*AND* he's not even a *doctor.*
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E poly(Tetrafluoroethylene) Piano is a fellow at the Institute of Misapplied
Psychometry and founder of the Internet Legal Society,[sm] who wishes those
guys at DuPont legal would *call* about that permission. Teflon is DuPont
Corporation's trade name for poly(tetrafluoroethylene).
Samantha L. Wilkinson
> Aaarrgh. That last line doesn't *scan.* Did you attend Dartmouth, by any
>chance?
For the record, I'd like to point out that Ted Geisel (Dr. Seuss)
graduated from Dartmouth and most of his stuff scans pretty well. Oh,
and Robert Frost attended here for a while. Of course, maybe we now
know why he left...
Insultedly yours,
Sam
--
Samantha Wilkinson sam...@coos.dartmouth.edu
Marek Lugowski
Samantha L. Wilkinson <sam...@coos.dartmouth.edu>:
...Plus is not Louise Erdrich once removed (Michael Morris) from
Dartmouth? Her poems (_Jacklight_, and _Baptismal of Desire_) scan
and more, and I'd say, so do her short stories pretending to be
a novel (_Love Medicine_).
If there is anything to be said that imputes scansion problems to things
Dartmouth, then it must be the chronic missteps, ie. travelling violations
of its lame varsity basketball team... Que horrible. Avert eyes and flip
on ESPN instead... anything, even Big East play is better...
-- Marek (fan of Indiana and Northwestern
so not exactly smug this year)
Brian Irfo Higgins
>
> In article <lmerkel....@bix.com>, lmerkel on BIX <lme...@BIX.com> wrote:
>
> > -- Lee Merkel, July 25, 1976
>
> life: the landing of Viking 1 on Mars. I was eight. I remember
> seeing, and being greatly excited by, the TV reports; my four-year-old
> sister was upset that they interrupted Captain Kangaroo to broadcast
> a picture of rocks.
> Matt 01234567 <-- Indent-o-Meter
> McIrvin ^ Harnessing tab damage for peaceful ends!
Wow, that means I approximate ten years older than you.
You wren't born on St. Patrick's Day, were you?
My first TV memory was of Kathie Lee Harvey getting belly-
vented, LIVE!, 'though only in black-and-white. Then, days
off from nursery school. Then, the mules. I still remember
thinking, "Why do they use mules? We have cars!" And I never
forget the sound of their hooves, clopping that discomfiting,
straight, slow, seemingly endless beat.
And, then, on the blurry black-and-white screen... little
John-John, saluting. Young as I was, I knew he was younger.
And I thought "poor little kid," and I felt old, the first
time.
The grownups didn't seem to mind about Harvey.
By 1968, Waldo Concrete was reporting the toll every night.
It seemed the ratio was always about 10:1 Cong to Our Boys.
Then the mules reappeared. Cities burned again. Students
were beaten on campus and in the streets. "Things fell apart,
the center could not hold. Mere anarchy was loosed upon the
world, the blood-dimmed tide was loosed, and everywhere the
ceremony of innocence was drowned." (Forgive me, I have a
Yeats infection.)
Christmas still came, and the crew of Apollo 8 overflew the
dark side, and when they could communicate they prayed for us
(find it, it's a great recording!), and then they brought back
the first brilliant, clear picture...
of Earthrise.
And as the loudest year drieux to a close, it just suddenly
got very quiet. We all just shut the fuck up. We all knew
we had the same thought. It was like they didn't even have
to land.
I'm sorry you weren't then yet sentient, my friend. Especially
for a young astronomer wannabe, I can tell you, it was drama
of the highest caliber. Even the most trusted man in America
was like a little kid on the air. I'm also sorry it's all gone
to hell since then.
At the beginning of "Are You Experienced?," I believe Jimi
references, with that clopping sound, the mules. Listening
may still imp art experience, I don't know. It brings it all
back to me. (Note to Mr. Straight: Please don't schedule
the Jimmy Seminar in contention with the Jimi Festival in
Seattle this September. Double deity duty would be daunting,
if not undoable. Oh, and thanks for turning me on to Bultman!)
(Oh, and Jay and Michele: Try taking the number 1 round trip -
starting anywhere, but staying on, making both 242d Street and
the Battery in one continuous trip. As you know, the number 1
makes _every_ stop. Then you'll be Experienced[dibs], too...
'though it sounds like you are already. That hairpin turn at
the Battery IZZ K000Ll!!!l!.)
(Oh, and Lisa: In honor of Valentine's Day, and, more importantly,
the Year of the Pig, I'd just like to say that Half-Assed Pink
is my favorite color, and, come to think of it, my favorite flavor,
and it's been _way_ too long since I said HHELLLLOOOOOOOOO _________.
I needs ta do sum snufflin' fer the truffles, know what I mean? I'm
kidding. You _well_ know. So, whaddaya say, huh, time for a good
ol' "family reunion," don'tcha think, huh, huh? <drool> <slobber>:)
|
B - "We'll hold hands and watch the sun rise, |
| from the bottom of the sea..." - H
|
P.S. I am not a carpool.
P.P.S. I may, however, be a seeement pond.
P.P.P.S. I am not Bryan Higgins. Never even touched a clav7i7chord
(kl`v9n-ktrd4) noun - Music. An early keyboard instrument with a soft
sound produced by small brass wedges striking horizontal strings.
[Middle English clavicord, from Medieval Latin clbvichordium : Latin
clbvis, key + Latin chorda, string. See cord.] clav9i7chord4ist noun
The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, Third Edition
is licensed from Houghton Mifflin Company. Copyright ) 1992 by Houghton
Mifflin Company. All rights reserved. Selected Illustrations from the
Concise Columbia Encyclopedia. Copyright ) 1991 by Columbia University
Press.
P.P.S. I am not Mr. Timothy Jones, either. Are you, Matt? Regardless,
I'm impressed.
P.P.P.S. This is not a phlame.
lmerkel on BIX
:In article <lmerkel....@BIX.com>,
: lme...@BIX.com (lmerkel on BIX) writes:
:>
:>
:> Sixteen Thou'
:> ---------------------
:>
:>
:> Some people say a man is made outta mud,
:> a middle-class man is made outta blood ...
:> a lotta red blood, some fat and bone,
:> a mind that works and a back that don't.
:>
:> You make sixteen thou' and whatta you get?
:> Another day older and deeper in debt.
:> St. Peter, don'tcha call me, I cain't depart,
:> I owe my soul to my credit cards.
: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
: tum TUM tee-tee TUM
: not
: tum tum-tum tum
:
: Aaarrgh. That last line doesn't *scan.* Did you attend Dartmouth, by any
:chance?
Yes, it scans. I pronounce it: "to my cre-edit cards"
As for attending Dartmouth -- I wasn't aware he needed
any attendants. Is he bedridden with lumbago again?
:
:> ------------------------------------------------------------
:> -- Lee Merkel, July 25, 1976
:
: *AND* he's not even a *doctor.*
Yes, but that doesn't AUTOMATICALLY mean I'm cool.
:
:--
:E poly(Tetrafluoroethylene) Piano is a fellow at the Institute of Misapplied
:Psychometry and founder of the Internet Legal Society,[sm] who wishes those
:guys at DuPont legal would *call* about that permission. Teflon is DuPont
:Corporation's trade name for poly(tetrafluoroethylene).
-- Lee Merkel
I make my money the old-fashioned way. I carve it out of wood.
Samantha L. Wilkinson
> Samantha L. Wilkinson <sam...@coos.dartmouth.edu>:
>>rgrif...@ubmail.ubalt.edu (E poly(TFE) Piano) writes:
>>
>>
>>> Aaarrgh. That last line doesn't *scan.* Did you attend Dartmouth,
>>> by any chance?
>>For the record, I'd like to point out that Ted Geisel (Dr. Seuss)
>>graduated from Dartmouth and most of his stuff scans pretty well. Oh,
>>and Robert Frost attended here for a while. Of course, maybe we now
>>know why he left...
>>
>>Insultedly yours,
>>
>>Sam
>>--
>>Samantha Wilkinson sam...@coos.dartmouth.edu
>...Plus is not Louise Erdrich once removed (Michael Morris) from
>Dartmouth? Her poems (_Jacklight_, and _Baptismal of Desire_) scan
>and more, and I'd say, so do her short stories pretending to be
>a novel (_Love Medicine_).
I tend to think of Louise Erdrich (I'm pretty sure she's a '76) as a
prose author, which is why I didn't think to mention her. I don't count
Michael Dorris, since he was a professor, not an alum (hey, I'm allowed
to make my own criteria).
>If there is anything to be said that imputes scansion problems to things
>Dartmouth, then it must be the chronic missteps, ie. travelling violations
>of its lame varsity basketball team... Que horrible. Avert eyes and flip
>on ESPN instead... anything, even Big East play is better...
This is why my favorite winter sport is women's hockey (which is
pathetically undersupported) -- they actually win games. Plus, I
appreciate the finesse with which women's hockey is played.
> -- Marek (fan of Indiana and Northwestern
> so not exactly smug this year)
Sam, never smug
--
Samantha Wilkinson sam...@coos.dartmouth.edu
E poly(TFE) Piano
sam...@coos.dartmouth.edu (Samantha L. Wilkinson) writes:
> ma...@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski) writes:
>
>> Samantha L. Wilkinson <sam...@coos.dartmouth.edu>:
>
>>>rgrif...@ubmail.ubalt.edu (E poly(TFE) Piano) writes:
>>>
>>>
>>>> Aaarrgh. That last line doesn't *scan.* Did you attend Dartmouth,
>>>> by any chance?
>
>>>For the record, I'd like to point out that Ted Geisel (Dr. Seuss)
>>>graduated from Dartmouth and most of his stuff scans pretty well. Oh,
>>>and Robert Frost attended here for a while. Of course, maybe we now
>>>know why he left...
>>>
>>>Insultedly yours,
>>>
>>>Sam
We deeply apologize. We always attempt to refrain from giving offense, and
certainly none was meant in our supposition that a school that endows the Ogden
Nash chair in poetry would be a little loose with the rules.
>
>>...Plus is not Louise Erdrich once removed (Michael Morris) from
>>Dartmouth? Her poems (_Jacklight_, and _Baptismal of Desire_) scan
>>and more, and I'd say, so do her short stories pretending to be
>>a novel (_Love Medicine_).
>
> I tend to think of Louise Erdrich (I'm pretty sure she's a '76) as a
> prose author, which is why I didn't think to mention her. I don't count
> Michael Dorris, since he was a professor, not an alum (hey, I'm allowed
> to make my own criteria).
>
>>If there is anything to be said that imputes scansion problems to things
>>Dartmouth, then it must be the chronic missteps, ie. travelling violations
>>of its lame varsity basketball team... Que horrible. Avert eyes and flip
>>on ESPN instead... anything, even Big East play is better...
>
> This is why my favorite winter sport is women's hockey (which is
> pathetically undersupported) -- they actually win games. Plus, I
> appreciate the finesse with which women's hockey is played.
Have you also enjoyed hocket? There's a whole newsgroup devoted to it
around here somewhere.
Doctor Science
sperm of Lieutenant Wilkinson?
--
Sincerely,
Joe Bay
PS I am not a crackpot.
Wednesday
Doctor Science <b...@eden.rutgers.edu> wrote:
>Samantha Wilkinson? Are you the fruit of the often-stolen refrigerated
>sperm of Lieutenant Wilkinson?
And if you are, are you coming to Minicon?
Wednesday, who can't seem to make the point enough.
--
w e d n e s d a y @ t e z c a t . c o m
too wet to plow * too windy to pull rocks * might as well drink
Samantha L. Wilkinson
>In article <3i18ef$r...@er7.rutgers.edu>,
>Doctor Science <b...@eden.rutgers.edu> wrote:
>>Samantha Wilkinson? Are you the fruit of the often-stolen refrigerated
>>sperm of Lieutenant Wilkinson?
>And if you are, are you coming to Minicon?
Sure, I'll come if I can get enough contributions to the Lt. Wilkes n'
son (that should be daughter -- someone obviously goofed) Reunited After
All These Years Travel Fund. Just send your checks and money orders to
me at HB 4496 Hanover, NH 03755.
Thank you,
Sam
Credit cards not accepted unless writing sample is also supplied
--
Samantha Wilkinson sam...@coos.dartmouth.edu