If you’re down and confused
And you don’t remember who you’re talking too
Concentration slips away
Cause you’re baby is so far away
Well there’s a rose in the fisted glove
And eagle flies with the dove
And if you can’t be with the one you love honey —
Rent yourself some porn or something.
Don’t be angry—don’t be sad
Don’t sit crying over good times you’ve had
There’s a girl right next to you
And she’s just waiting for something to do
(Don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t
Don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t
She’s a slut! She’s a slut!)
Turn your heartache right into joy
Cause she’s a girl and you’re a boy
Get it together come on make it nice
You ain’t gonna need anymore advice
‘Cause there’s a rose in the fisted glove
And eagle flies with the dove
And if you can’t be with the one you love honey
Suck it up and wait for her, which will make it that much more special.
(Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Mind your vows…)
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previous: Hendrix, “Purple Haze”; Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, “Helplessâ€Â; Barry McGuire, “Eve of Destruction”
You are soooooooo not going to like where this comment thread goes.
If you’re still looking for some romance
And you’re on the outs with rimless slim
And those old rims still want to dance
Indulge, indulge, indulge your slutty whim
sw: field – Play it, man!
Jeff, can you make lethal injections more palatable to Crips founders?
No? Pity, that.
tw: almost, but not quite.
So I’m driving my most excellent 16 yr old daughter back to the house of the shrew about 2 months ago and this song comes on. She opines that it’s sweet. I, cruelly, point out that it’s yet another song about self-indulgent musician scum justifying their philandering behaviour when on the road. Yet another chidhood delusion shattered by her heartless father. Yee haw.
Rose thorn covered fisted gloves?
OUCH!!!!!!!!!
You are SO the target audience for this, commander0.
OT. Tookie going to go to sleep.
Stills…no talent strap hanger…don’t even get me started on Neil Young…where’s the f****** vermouth?!?!?!?!
Of course the eagle flies with the dove – it’s called “take out food”…
I thought about going with “learn to love your fist”, but that would have required changing the concept of the post to “making hippie music palatable to people who listen to Al Franken’s radio show”
Oh, commander0, that was just beautiful. I’m choked up that someone else can see through those pompous bastards (“teach your parents well”, indeed).
Bravo…I didn’t think anyone could cheapen such a tawdry song but I do stand corrected. Damn, and I used to think making up bawdy verses to Christmas Carols was rock bottom.
TW” Foreign” You ain’t from around here are you Jeff?
So I guess no one’s going with the interpretation of the song that maintains it’s about widowhood?
As someone who had to listen to CSN sing their version of that song this year while working one of their concerts, I can only say that it sounds MUCH better on this blog than it did in real life. (turing word should be “MONITORS”)