Hey, Mr Tambourine Man
Play a song for me,
I’m not sleepy and, of course,
I’d be willing to pay you
the going rate for your services.
Hey, Mr Tambourine Man
Play a song for me,
and if you, sensing my desperation, up your price
and I agree to pay it of my own free will,
I’m cool with that—at least, you know, in Jingle Jangle theory.
But you’d still be a prick.
….and you can be damn sure I won’t be following anyone either.
If he charges too much, there is always Mr. Bojangles.
I would like to argue against what I wish the post was, or what I’ve convinced myself the post must say, but that would be wrong.
post = poet in title?
“My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’.”
Sounds like a case against socialized medicine…
post = post.
It amuses me.
Sounds more like Herr Tambourine Man to me.
Hey, Mr. Ocarina Dude!
Help! I need somebody! (but only briefly, not permanantly, and for fair renumeration)
Help! I need somebody! (again, not on a permanant basis but only for a fair market price until completion of the crisis moment)
Help! You know I need someone! (hopefully you will appreciate the independance and individual courage that washes over my emotionally broken psyche, but, ultimately, I am unbowed because there are future moments for me to experience without borders or restrictions, any sensual pleasure or horribly dangerous adventure unfettered by the contraints of societal justification…)
<hooker> Are we gonna talk all day or do you have something to offer?
Hey Mr Tamborine Man,
Play a song for me,
I might flip you a quarter
If I feel like it.
Hey Mr Tamborine Man
Play a song for me,
Don’t expect much from me
‘Cause my kid will do it for free.
That somehow gave me the PUNchline to a bad joke that I’m too lazy to invent: “Bite our mocked fries.”
Hey Mr Tamb or Ine Man
Hey Ine Man or Mr Tamb
I’ll hire whichever of you
Will charge less
To entertain me.
I always drop a buck in the case of the musicians playing in the pedway from the parking lot to the terminals at O’Hare…but for a tambourine, I might just skip it. The Invisible Hand flips off the tambourine player…
that’s cold Major John.
Maggie, if I ever hear a tambourin-woman singing opera, I’ll flip her a buck. Just in case.
Oh no – if there was singing, that would be different. But just shaking a tambourine…grrr.
I guess it just depends. when I was singing with the symphony chorus I had a good view of the percussionists, it was always fun to watch this guy play the tambourine.
Bob Dylan on his birthday:
(Bob Dylan’s voice) “Happy birthdaaayyyy, to meeeeeeeee!”
I guess it just depends. when I was singing with the symphony chorus I had a good view of the percussionists, it was always fun to watch this guy play the tambourine.
Yeah, Maggie, I can tell from his pic that he must have some real funky chops. Didn’t he sit in for Sam Clayton on the “Waiting For Columbus” tour?
Did he play it the way Betty did on “The Archies”…?
I wish. the picture doesn’t quite do him justice. he’s sooooo cute in a tux and wire-frame glasses. ;D
maggie, he looks like someone that would have a weekend slot on NPR.
Bob Dylan on Sesame Street:
(Bob Dylan’s voice)
“Aaaa Beee Ceee Deee Eeee Effff Gheeeee……
Aitch Aye Jay Kay El Em En Oh Peeeeeeeeeee…..”
If someone at the airport is playing a tambourine, singing, barefoot, and wearing orange pajamas, I’ll give nothing and like it.
Damnit Krishnas, add to your repertoire! Try a hiphop or bluegrass version. Or a trance dance remix using samples of Gandhi talking about spinning flax. Or something, anything, other than that tired chant!
Come on, Husker Du did your song better than you did. Are you guys going to be shown up by Minnesotans? When do Minnesotans show anybody up?
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