Eric’s Cool Original Music Lyrics

Eric’s Cool Original Music Lyrics

Type of Work: Sound Recording and Music
Registration Number / Date:
SRu000402834 / 1999-03-03

Title: I’m alive.

Description: Compact disc.

Notes: Collection.

Copyright Claimant:
© · on words, music & sound
recording; Eric Turnbow, 1961-
(E.T. Turnbow)

Date of Creation: 1998

Copyright Note: C.O. correspondence.
Names: Turnbow, Eric, 1961-
Turnbow, E.T.

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The Library of Congress
United States Copyright Office
101 Independence Ave., S.E.
Washington, D.C. 20559-6000
202-707-3000

“I’M ALIVE” The Title Track
Written By Eric Turnbow

I’m alive, listen to me,
I’m alive, feelin’ so carefree
I’m alive,
so happy I’m alive with my faith
to show show show show

My body broke in three places,
but God pulled me through it somehow
I almost left this creation,
but I’ve found my will right now.
God used His doctors to fix me,
and spared my life for awhile.
A miracle’s passing through me;
l’m a brand new man with style.

Oh why was my life spared?
I really need to know
I’m asking but He’s not telling me yet
He knows I need to grow
But you know I’m alive, Oh Yeah Listen to me
I’m alive, Oh yeah, feelin’ so carefree
I’m alive, Dear Lord so happy I’m alive
With my faith to show, yeah, yeah, Whoa oh
With my faith to show, yeah, yeah, Whoa oh

Oh why was my life spared? I really need to know.
I’m asking but He’s not telling me yet,
He knows I need to grow.
But ye’ know I’m alive, oh yeah won’t you listen to
me.
I’m alive dear Lord, and so carefree I’m alive
And trying not to act too cocky, I’m alive
With my faith to show, yeah, yeah, Whoa oh
With my faith to show, yeah, yeah, Whoa oh

HELP ME TO RENEW
Written By Eric Turnbow

Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue
Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue
Dark and forlorn, alone and in doubt
Can’t wait till morn, to let it all hang out
Escape my dreams, anticipation,
Invent new schemes, imagination
Frigid and cold, twilight mist
Feeling so old, easy to admit
Alarms ringing, perspiration clinging
Nipples stinging
But I kept on singing, singing, singing
I kept on singing, singing, singing

(chorus)
Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue
Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue
Where ye gonna be right now?
Tell me what ye’ gonna do? (Help me to renew)
Can you ease the pain somehow?
Are you gonna pull me through? (Help me to renew)
Step up to my plate right now
Help to make my life so rich and true (Help me to
renew)
Give up all you can allow
But please help me
Help me to renew overcome and find a clue
Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue

(Repeat chorus)

Help me to renew, overcome and find a clue.

THIS TIME LAST YEAR
Written By Eric Turnbow

This time last year, I never really learned to love
Push would always come to shove
Didn’t have no inspiration
It was quite clear it was hard to be a man, be a man.

This time last year, the roses didn’t smell as fresh
My taste buds really were a wreck and
I was a hibernating bear
It was quite clear
Life was neither here nor there, here nor there

(chorus)
This year the sparrow calls with sunset meadows,
waterfalls
Intense surroundings, life breathes true
There’s clarity in what I do
My vision keen and hearing tine
Eternal wonder by my side
The music flows from head to toe
Across the mountains overflow
It pours and goes in rivers’ tow
Reminds me of my mortal soul

This time last year, I didn’t know the sun was shining
Had no vision need reminding
Where were you?
I was screwed and blued and real tattooed

(Repeat chorus)

This time last year
This time last year
This time last year
This time last year

SOLITUDE
Written By Eric Turnbow

Solitude, The seagulls flying the water’s calm
Just sitting here alone
Away from the traffic endless noise
or talking on the phone Solitude,
I have no schedules, pressing wants,
important things to do
I’m just sitting here, feeling tree,
and thinking of loving you

Oh this feels so great,
and everything’s in it’s natural State

Solitude
I strum on my guitar as it
echoes through the trees
The big sun it’s a shining,
I hear buzzing from the bees
Solitude
The secrets of the universe,
Unfold before my eyes
They tumble down from the Heavens,
away up in the sky

Oh this feels like home,
Solitude is a pretty poem
Solitude
Solitude
Solitude

CAN’T YOU SEE YOU’RE FREE
Written By Eric Turnbow

Color in rhythm
time without seasons
Riddled confusion of the mind
Life blown asunder
Nature in wonder
Makes me reach up to the sky
To see you’re free

Can’t you see free? Well look at me.

Mansions that glisten
Moonlight reflections
Castles that reach to the sky
Dog on his leash, Strains to see
He can’t see the reason why he’s not tree

Can’t you see you’re free? Well look at me

Delusions of grandeur
Women in make-up
Man with a suitcase and tie
As years go by
I’m wondering why
Why can’t we give it a try?
We’ll still be tree

Can’t you see you’re free? Well look at me

RADIO MAN
(dedicated to Steve Slayton of KZOK Radio.)
(Written by Eric Turnbow)

Radio man, help me belong
Show me what’s right, tell me what’s wrong
Oh radio man, don’t take too long
Or I’ll give up the tight, for the price at a song

Music makes the world go ’round
Dollar for dollar, pound for pound
So sing a sweet song when you know I’m down
Oh Radio man , wipe off this frown, wipe oft this
frown

Keep playing your music, don’t stop too soon
Radio rocket shoot me up to the moon
Oh Radio man, come on and keep me in tune
Come on and keep me in tune
(Repeat chorus)

A.M. F.M. whatever it takes
Crank up the music end keep me awake
Oh Radio man I dig the music you make,
I dig the music you make
A Flugel horn or a Bass Guitar
Maracas, piano, exotic sitar
Oh Radio man I think you’re a star, think you’re a
star
(Repeat chorus)

My radio’s blasting, mile after mile
Thanks to you brother I’m cruising in style
Oh Radio man, let’s rock for a while, let’s rock for a
while

Oh Radio man, keep on singing
I feel your vibrations, my ears are still ringing
You’re part of the plan, my Radio man, my Radio man
Yes you’re part of the plan, my Radio man,
my Radio man
Keep on, keep on giving,
so I’ll have reason to keep on living
You’re part of the plan
My Radio man, My Radio man
My Radio man, My Radio man

CHASING RAINBOWS (WITH YOU)

Written By Eric Turnbow

I’m hot, I’m cold, I’m beautiful and bold
I’m high, I’m low, I’m looking up from down below
I’m left, I’m right, I’m always up all night
I’m weak, I’m strong, and I can do no wrong
I’m near, I’m far, I’m eliding oft a falling star

(chorus)
And oh, in my afterglow
Chasing a rainbow with you
And oh, I can overflow
Learn to lead or follow you
And oh, I never will outgrow
Where you are I’ll go to you
And oh, I’m putting on a show
Your love is bringing me to you

I’m North, I’m South, I love to twist and shout
(shake it up baby – ooh)
I’m black, I’m white, and feeling out of sight
I’m East, I’m West, Glad and sad like all the rest
I’m down, I’m up, I try not to interrupt

I’m day, I’m night, I put up quite a fight
I’m right, I’m wrong, can’t you hear it in my song?
I’m there, I’m here, because you are so near
I’m fat, I’m thin, so deep within my skin

(Repeat chorus twice)

TO MY SURPRISE
Written By Eric Turnbow

To my surprise, to my surprise.
We can socialize , and individualize
We can identity, and rematerialize
When we fantasize, Receive the noble prize
We can commercialize, the corporate advertise

We can legalize, it’s time to localize
We can specialize the way we vocalize
The people organize, and hate to exercise
Preachers moralize and prophets analyze
So let’s familiarize, reach to philosophize
We should maximize but always minimize

(Repeat chorus twice)

Felons victimize all who monopolize
Tabloids scandalize, then they apologize
When we socialize we tend to jeopardize
Then we emphasize, but always terrorize
We need to unionize to become sanctified
If we synchronize we’ll truly sympathize

(Repeat chorus)

The way we criticize end universalize
‘Cause it’s a big disguise
We can analyze,
yes we can visualize
The publics wailing cry
We can rationalize
and immortalize and modernize
Try not to crucify,
satisfy, revitalize

I see the dragon fly

To my surprise, to my surprise.

OH ENGLAND

Written By Eric Turnbow and Ken Aronson
Copyright Claimant: Song Rights Owned By E.T.
© · on words, music & sound
recording; Eric Turnbow, 1961-
(E.T. Turnbow) Date of Creation: 1998

OH ENGLAND

Spoken ) England’s a barrel of fun,
straight up, I wouldn’t tell you no lie…..

(Chorus)
Oh England, whoa Oh
Oh England, here we go
Oh England, whoa Oh
Oh England, here we go

Take a trip to England,
fly across the sea
Take a trip to London,
just you and me
Hang out with the Beatles,
and sing at the BBC
Piccadilly Circus is the place to be

(Repeat chorus)

Dark fog is liftin’,
as we hit Trafalgar Square
Red buses stacked up,
and tourists everywhere
Pigeons lit softly,
on the lion statue’s hair
And the sound of music,
you could hear it in the air

(Repeat chorus)

Bed and breakfast,
with your best friend
Buckingham in the morning,
and it’s off to see Big Ben
Black taxi’s on narrow streets,
take us to Abbey Road
London’s overwhelming,
makes us overload

(Repeat chorus)

Oh England, whoa Oh
Oh England, it’s time to go

(Spoken) What-cha Mate!
Bloody come over on holiday to merry England
Do the pubs and clubs with a bird on each arm.
Tour by coach and drink a bevy on me gov’

AMSTERDAM
Written By Eric Turnbow

Amsterdam, Amsterdam,
the biggest party in Europe man
Amsterdam, time to jam,
you’re my kind of town Amsterdam,
spend your clams,
when you go out and score a gram
Amsterdam, what a scam,
a dollar, a guilder, or a pound

Amsterdam, old Siam,
Favorite place since Buckingham
Amsterdam, glitter and glam,
excitement sure abounds
Amsterdam, jam the dam,
you’re the envy of Uncle Sam
Amsterdam, what a scam,
a dollar, a guilder, or a pound

Don’t get lost in the red light district,
you may never come back
Prima donnas will consume you,
life turns from white to black In Amsterdam,
Whooo!

Send a telegram to Amsterdam,
My head’s been hit by a batter ram
Amsterdam ain’t no Viet Nam,
you are always around
Amsterdam have a one night stand,
when you sleep with a Madame
Amsterdam what a scam,
a dollar, a guilder, or a pound

Repeat Verse One

A dollar, a guilder, or a pound
A dollar, a guilder, or a pound

FACE THE NATION
Written By Eric Turnbow

Is it time to face the nation?
Can I make an accusation?
A stimulated calculation,
waiting with anticipation
Make it with sincere elation,
wrapped up tight in admiration
Set me free from strangulation,
with high hopes of expectation

Browsing through a publication,
rummage deep in contemplation
Avoiding all the radiation,
with a quick modification
Keep it cold refrigeration,
feel the love and recreation
Avoiding bad association

(chorus)

Ceiling all around,
there’s a bluesy kind of sound
As we roam around the town,
getting lost then bein’ found
As I probe the underground,
quote a Proverb so pro­found
As we drink another round,
get up get down
Get up get down,
get down get down

Sail away on a vacation,
get lost in the vegetation
Going through a transformation,
in a higher elevation
Keep on sleeping hibernation,
shun the damp cold isolation
Longing for a filling station

Miles away from exaltation,
wishing for rejuvenation
Enjoy the awe of God’s creation,
but don’t cough up a cash donation
Search for truth in congregation,
signing up, orientation
Fill it with consideration

(Repeat chorus)
Get loaf in hallucination,
speak direct communication
Stocking up on information,
white lies of exaggeration
Kick your heels in deep frustration,
then move on, con­tinuation
Help increase the population

Nudie bars for stimulation,
lusting hard for fornication
Hoping for gratification,
drooling with intoxication
Cast a spell of incantation,
ruin it with masturbation
Wrap it in some insulation

Is it time to face the Nation?

DAD
Written By Eric Turnbow

Dad I need to tell you
That you’re the only Father
I can call my own
Dad listen to me
When I say that you’re the finest man
I have ever known

(chorus)
And a son needs to tell his Father
That he loves him every once in awhile
And so I’m telling you exactly that today
When I think of all the memories
I have inside of me
I simply have to smile
There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way
Dad Dad Dad Dad

Feeding bears in Yellowstone,
Rock hunting in old San Antone
Ferris wheels, and Disneyland,
and old Mt Rushmore oh so very grand
From the world’s fair called Expo,
to the redwoods way down south
I can sing about memories all day long,
the words keep flowing out of my mouth

(Repeat chorus)

There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way
There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way

DATE THE BLIND
Written By Eric Turnbow

(chorus)
He says he wants to date the blind,
philistines and concubines
Sin with rhythm, rock with rhyme,
a nation working overtime
Ne says he wants to date the blind,
philistines and concubines
Sin with rhythm, rock with rhyme,
a nation working overtime

Even Jack the Ripper needs someone new to kill
Jack Ruby is hollering, “let me out of this jail”
Mahatma Ghandi’s well aware,
that justice will prevail
Pocahontas in the back room,
tryin’ not to fail

He says he wants to date the blind,
philistines and concubines
Sin with rhythm, rock with rhyme,
a nation working overtime

Tm Mcvey commits his crime,
while crawling in his muck and grime
Marcel Marceau will try to mime,
Napoleon to wine and dine
Cleopatra knows she’s in, but
Anne Bolin will lose her skin
Norman Schwartzkopf needs a win,
Jay Leno leading with his chin

(Repeat chorus 3 times)

A nation working overtime
A nation working overtime

I’M ALIVE REPRISE
Written By Eric Turnbow

I’m alive, listen to me,
I’m alive, feelin’ so carefree
I’m alive, so happy
I’m alive with my faith to show show show show

SECOND CHANCE
Written By Eric Turnbow

(chorus)
Am I a better person now?
I’ve got a second chance to live
Am I a better person now?
I didn’t die I’m here to give
I try not to blow it, let love overflow it
Continue to show it, so all souls will know it
I’ve given all I’ve got to give
I’ve given all I’ve got to give

I try to go that extra mile,
to make the world a better place
I’ll lose the frown and keep the smile,
and stay in God’s good grace
Never steal, or lie or cheat,
help the needy in distress
Try to live my life complete,
like all the rest (Repeat chorus)

I’ll try to eat more healthy food,
fresh broccoli and cantaloupe
Let love of music make the mood,
set me tree from the occult
Listen to my fellow man, never tight,
and turn the other cheek
Expand and grow, and live and learn,
and find the answers to what I seek

(Refrain)

Yes I’m a better person now
I’ve got a second chance to live
Yes I’m a better person now,
I didn’t die, I’m here to give
I’m here to give, I’m here to live
This time I won’t blow it, my love overflows it
Continue to show it, and all souls will know it
I’ve given all I’ve got to give!
I’ve given all I’ve got to give!
I’ve given all I’ve got to give!

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Here is a response about the song “Dad” as posted by
The man it was written for. Mr A. W. Turnbow wrote:

— Avaton Turnbow wrote:

Many thanks for the thoughtful gifts, Eric. I really enjoy the Neil Young CD and hope the stations will give it plenty of air time.I also enjoyed your card and the artsy pic of me you did on the computer. But best of all, I really really enjoyed and appreciatedyou singing my favourite song, “Dad ” last night. (If I should everpass over into spirit some day and the family holds some kind ofceremony, my onlyrequest is that you sing that song for me one more  time. No matter where  I might be, I promise you that I will hear it and  think of you. You are  a great son and I love you very much and amextremely proud of how you  are handling your life. Love, Dad.

Thanks I will take that!!!!!! This would be my response back to A.W. Turnbow:

I am proud to sing that song for you ANYTIME and especially on Fathers Day or more recently your birthday. That is a very special track that I wrote just for you a long time ago in 1983 and recorded for you in 1997 for inclusion on my all original cd “I’m Alive”. We loved having you at the club for the big birthday 79 party. By the way, it helped me sell another original cd to that“DJ Debby” lady and I got a $5 tip as well. That is an amazing number by the way. Bartender CHRIS is great and had very good things to say about you. And I am proud of you as well my friend! I promise I will perform your song “DAD” at your memorial, but if I have my wish that will not be for another millennium. You are way too healthy. Love your son….

ERIC

ALL ORIGINAL LYRICS
Copyright 1998 by ETMUSIC

Copyright Info Posted Below received From On line Website:
The Library of Congress United States Copyright Office

- On Wed, 1/28/09, ILS System wrote:

Type of Work: Sound Recording and Music
Registration Number / Date:
SRu000402834 / 1999-03-03

Title: I’m alive.

Description: Compact disc.

Notes: Collection.

Copyright Claimant:
© · on words, music & sound
recording; Eric Turnbow, 1961-
(E.T. Turnbow)

Date of Creation: 1998

Copyright Note: C.O. correspondence.
Names: Turnbow, Eric, 1961-
Turnbow, E.T.

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The Library of Congress
United States Copyright Office
101 Independence Ave., S.E.
Washington, D.C. 20559-6000
202-707-3000

Classic “I’m Alive” Album…..

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KEEP DRIVING BABY
Written By ERIC TURNBOW  (Key of BMinor)

V1 You said you’d always loved me, but you drove off and left me

You never called, you didn’t cry, No, you perfected your lie

You ran me over, hit and run….. you shattered me life

You thought that it was fun, to poke me in the eye

CH So just keep driving baby….., Don’t bother coming back

I don’t need no boomerang to knock me off my track

Train whistle blowing……, as you motor down I-5

But I closed off your exit ramp, you never will arrive

Just keep drivin’ baby, down lifes lonely one way street

You’re highway has no turnaround, and I’m back on my feet

So just keep driving baby

Yes keep driving baby (last time tag 3 times)

V2 Ocean hide-aways, with Chinese food

Rock and rolling rendezvous to keep you in the mood

Nature walks and tenderness, with late night serenades

Weren’t enough to satisfy, or stop your cheating ways

(Repeat chorus) Guitar solo

V3 I held you under my wing, warm and protected

But now you drive away, and I’m cold and neglected

Don’t come sneaking round my stage again

‘Cause I’ve unplugged your mike

Your songbird voice is worthless now

So just go take a fuckin’ hike……… and just

(Repeat Chorus)

Written By ERIC TURNBOW (extraterrestrial Music, Copywrite
6/09/00)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVEDYOUR THE KIND, THAT NOBODY NEEDS
Written by Eric Turnbow

(V1) Word on the wires, you’re back on the street

I heard about you from every pimp I meet

You Put me through hell the first Time around

You brought me up, and than you threw me down

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

(V2) You took me t.v., and you stole my cash

I won’t even ask about my missing stash

You took me to the cleaners when you stole my ring

Baby you’re the girl with the scorpion sting

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

(Guitar solo) 1 time

(V3) Your skin is soft, but you’re a snake inside

You take two steps forward, but you always backslide

I’m constantly considering a homicide

Maybe i could use a little cyanide

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

(V4) You think you’re a grownup, but you’re really a child

You’re some kind of Medusa, really drive men wild

You look like an angel, but you’re really a bitch

You discard the gentleman, and run to the rich

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

I’m a sucker………, indeed

But you’re the kind that nobody needs

you’re the kind that nobody needs

REPEAT VERSE ONE:

TRIPLE TAG…….. 4x’s the last line at the end

Written by Eric Turnbow (Extraterrestrial Music, Copywrite 6/25/02)

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Obituary: I LOVE my Father Mr. Avaton Winston Turnbow

May 16, 2011

I LOVE my Father Mr. Avaton Winston Turnbow


I LOVE my Father Mr. Avaton Winston Turnbow, who is the proud patriarch of the Turnbow brood. I admire, respect, and cherish Him. He is the most important Man in My life. He has taught me how to live, save money, invest, pursue happiness, and introduced Me to the best music of all time the world has to offer. He has the absolute best advice in all orders of the Universe. My Dad is My Hero!!!!!!! Period!

     (Computer Art of The great Avaton Winston Turnbow by Son Eric)

My Father has passed away this morning, Saturday, May 21, 2011. He was 83 and 11 months young! This is a sombre day indeed, but life goes, and the world will continue to turn! My Father would insist upon it. I love Him dearly, and I always will! He was the best Father I could have ever hoped for. The world has lost an amazing and original Man. PEACE!
Avaton Winston Turnbow (RIP)
Born: June 20, 1927
Passed: May 21, 2011 (Dad left Us for the after world at 6:29 a.m.)

(I proudly wear this blue shirt that Dad is wearing in this memorial shot. I also got a hold of His long black trench coat which I wear with gusto!)

It was a strange thing to, because about an earlier I was watching the tube and out of nowhere the power went out. There was no storm or inclement weather to cause this. It was a mystery. It was only out for a minute, and I got up to reset all the clocks and turn the computer back on. Looking back, I must assume that was the spirit of My father, the great Avaton Winston Turnbow calling out and saying goodbye to us all as he passes onto the next dimension, as only Dad could. It was no accident. He was breathing his last goodbye to Me.

At the time I happened to be watching an old episode of “The Waltons”. A show about a large family full of love. I have been preparing myself for this moment, but somehow You never are ready. My thoughts and prayers go out to His widow Vikki Turnbow, and the rest of this Family of 6 children, 8 Grandkids, His CAC church and the Matriarch of our family, Jean Turnbow. Long live the memory of our father, The great Avaton Winston Turnbow! RIP! Dad left Us for the after world at 6:29 a.m.

Here is the lyrics to that great song I wrote for my Father! ENJOY! It is a true story! (Used by permission).

“DAD”
Written By Eric Turnbow

Dad I need to tell you
That you’re the only Father
I can call my own
Dad listen to me
When I say that you’re the finest man
I have ever known

(chorus)
And a son needs to tell his Father
That he loves him every once in awhile
And so I’m telling you exactly that today
When I think of all the memories
I have inside of me
I simply have to smile
There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way
Dad Dad Dad Dad

Feeding bears in Yellowstone,
Rock hunting in old San Antone
Ferris wheels, and Disneyland,
and old Mt Rushmore oh so very grand
From the world’s fair called Expo,
to the redwoods way down south
I can sing about memories all day long,
the words keep flowing out of my mouth

(Repeat chorus)

There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way
There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way

_____________________________________________

(Here He is in New York City getting ready for The Opera 05-08-97)!
Here is a response about the song “Dad” as posted by
The man it was written for. Mr A. W. Turnbow wrote:

— Avaton Turnbow wrote:

Many thanks for the thoughtful gifts, Eric. I really enjoy the Neil Young CD and hope the stations will give it plenty of air time.I also enjoyed your card and the artsy pic of me you did on the computer. But best of all, I really really enjoyed and appreciated you singing my favourite song, “Dad ” last night. (If I should ever pass over into spirit some day and the family holds some kind ceremony, my only request is that you sing that song for me one more time. No matter where I might be, I promise you that I will hear it and think of you. You are a great son and I love you very much and am extremely proud of how you are handling your life. Love, Dad.

Thanks I will take that!

This would be my response back to A.W. Turnbow:

I am proud to sing that song for you ANYTIME and especially on Fathers Day or more recently your birthday. That is a very special track that I wrote ,just for you a long time ago in 1983 and recorded for you in 1997 for inclusion on my all original cd “I’m Alive”. We loved having you at the club for the big birthday 79 party. By the way, it helped me sell another original cd to that “DJ Debby” lady and I got a $5 tip as well. That is an amazing number by the way.

And I am proud of you as well my friend! I promise I will perform your song “DAD” at your memorial, but if I have my wish that will not be for another millennium. You are way too healthy.

Love your son….

ERIC

ALL ORIGINAL LYRICS
Copyright 1998 by ETMUSIC

A. W. “ Avaton” Turnbow

A.W. 83, passed away at his Olympia Home on Saturday, May 21, 2011. Avaton was born June 20, 1927 in Medford, Oregon to Amos Dale and Paula Hope (Marshall) Turnbow. He grew up in Medford and later moved to Nebraska where he graduated high school and the University of Nebraska with a Bachelor of Arts degree. He served with U.S. Army Military Police for two years. He was known as “Windy” in those days.
He married Jean August 14, 1953 and three children later, they moved to Olympia . Three more children later, they divorced. He married Vicki L. Valley, May 25, 1969 in the Seattle Arboretum.
Avaton was an entrepreneur having founded SLRA (Sleep Learning Research Association) and was recognized as a pioneer in the field of self-hypnosis and self-help programs. He and Vikki and Sam Millar founded Cosmic Awareness Communications in 1971 and it is active world wide to date. He enjoyed the out of doors, and he enjoyed opera, especially Wagner, he was a member of the Wagner Ring Cycle World, having attended 3 Ring Cycles in Seattle and 2 at the Met in New York City.

                                       (This a profile of My Dad in 1997)!


Avaton is survived by his wife, Vicki, Olympia, four sons, Marc, Tom and Eric Turnbow of Olympia and Jon Strongbow of Seattle, daughters Marilyn Turnbow of Olympia and Katherine Peil, Cambridge, MA, eight grandchildren Jesse Peil, Katelyn Peil, Chelsea Peterson, Chloe Turnbow, Ivy Turnbow, Brenna Turnbow, Tessa Turnbow, Tanner Jon (TJ) Turnbow, 3 great grandchildren, Fletcher Peterson, Deuss Turnbow-Moore and Clementine Peil. He was preceded in death by his parents, sisters Constance “Connie” Janda and Virginia DeMaris.
Family suggests memorials to any of the following organizations, if anyone feels inclined to do so:


Cosmic Awareness Communications
P.O. Box 115
Olympia, WA 98507


The Olympia Union Gospel Mission
413 Franklin St NE # A
Olympia, WA 98501-6946


The Salvation Army of Olympia
1505 4th Avenue East
Olympia, WA 98506-4380


Thurston County Food Bank
220 Thurston Avenue Northeast
Olympia, WA 98501-1138


The family will hold a private family memorial at a later time. Funeral arrangements are by Funeral Alternatives of Washington – Lacey.

(Dad sure loved to walk that “Bear” Dog!)

Date: 7/23/2011 10:26:50 AM
From:
 John Giovine
Message: I fondly remember the Turnbow family while growing up in Olympia. Amos always seemed a robust, larger than life cornerstone in the community. A cutting edge, avant-garde man who with grace and boldness made this world a better place. Happy trails, “Windy”


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Date: 5/27/2011 2:21:38 PM
From:
 Gretchen Christopher
Message: Amos Winston Turnbow, “Avaton”, “Windy”, the “Turnbow Tornado” is known to me only through the writings of his appreciative family and friends. I especially enjoyed the eloquent writings of his daughter Katherine Turnbow Peil (seconded by her sister Marilyn, below). But it was the tribute of his devoted son, Eric “ET” Turnbow (known to me as a songwriter, musician, recording artist and karaoke host), that touched me and led me to this page to pay my respects, as requested. Eric’s song to his “Dad” – and especially his dad’s response to it – moved me to happy tears. How great to have their mutual love, respect and appreciation documented and acknowledged to each other in the living years! Believe me, this, above all else, helps make the transition easier. I was blessed to have my father, Ian Christopher, until just short of his 97th birthday, and my mother, Helen Christopher, to beyond her 99th (see www.TheFleetwoods.com/tributes#Helen_Gray_Christopher ), and I was able to let them go without regret, because I had consciously and constantly communicate my love for them – from the time I was a tiny toddler, throughout, and to the very ends their lives. I wonder if my parents and yours, Jean and Amos Winston Turnbow (four arguably brilliant and talented people, leaving important legacies) all knew each other (perhaps in the early years of the Olympia Unitarian Fellowship? You know the name Turnbow has always seemed familiar to me). Now, only Jean is left to tell us (I hope you will ask her, Eric, and let me know). In any case, seems you all have much to celebrate: A family well-raised, and a life well lived – by Amos Winston Turnbow, “Avaton”, “Windy”, “Turnbow Tornado” – the very first! Softly, with love of family and music to share, Eric and Mimi’s friend, Gretchen Christopher www.GretchenChristopher.com


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Date: 5/26/2011 3:49:31 PM
From:
 Marilyn
Message: My sister Katherine nailed it. I believe she just described the “Turnbow Tornado.


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Date: 5/26/2011 3:19:26 PM
From:
 Katherine Turnbow Peil
Message: Amos Winston Turnbow was my father. When he and my mother, (Mary Jean Janzen) married in 1953, they had just been plopped from the academic conveyor belt, filled with intellectual passions, creative dreams, and wonderful wide-eyed Utopian ideologies – dreams that included a brood of perhaps one dozen children. (“Cheaper by the dozen”, he’d grin.) By the time I was born (child #3 marking the ¼ mark toward their goal) a mere four years later, Winston had also forged his entrepreneurial dreams into reality. Indeed, he had created the Sleep Learning & Research Association – driving me home from the Hospital in the Hot Steel Ranger – a brand spanking new DeSoto station wagon, highly symbolic of his success as an independent businessman. This was also the vehicle in which our budding family would journey cross country (with a comfy a little trailer in tow), to settle in the natural wonderland of the Puget Sound, an ideal setting for their Brave New Turnbow World. There, in the beauty and mystical majesty of the Fishtrap, with music ringing the rafters, Jean and Winston completed their family. Six of us in all, and nearly a 7th, before nature determined that “cheaper by the half dozen”, might be better still. And I must say, despite parting company when dreams ebbed into realities (as they often do), their powerful spiritual synergy inspired their progeny to continue breathing life into the original visions, each in our own uniquely creative way. So although he became Avaton, I also send out my final farewell to Winston, my father, my spiritual mentor, my blood, my heart, and my soul. May you now sing at every octave, and rest in the comfort that the Turnbow symphony plays on.


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Date: 5/26/2011 7:19:19 AM
From:
 Eric Turnbow
Message: Here is the lyrics to that great song I wrote for my Father! ENJOY! It is a true story! (Used by permission). “DAD” Written By Eric Turnbow Dad I need to tell you That you’re the only Father I can call my own Dad listen to me When I say that you’re the finest man I have ever known (chorus) And a son needs to tell his Father That he loves him every once in awhile And so I’m telling you exactly that today When I think of all the memories I have inside of me I simply have to smile There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way Dad Dad Dad Dad Feeding bears in Yellowstone, Rock hunting in old San Antone Ferris wheels, and Disneyland, and old Mt Rushmore oh so very grand From the world’s fair called Expo, to the redwoods way down south I can sing about memories all day long, the words keep flowing out of my mouth (Repeat chorus) There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way There’s enough of them to cover the Milky Way _____________________________________________

Here is a response about the song “Dad” as posted by The man it was written for. Mr A. W. Turnbow wrote: — Avaton Turnbow wrote: Many thanks for the thoughtful gifts, Eric. I really enjoy the Neil Young CD and hope the stations will give it plenty of air time.I also enjoyed your card and the artsy pic of me you did on the computer. But best of all, I really really enjoyed and appreciated you singing my favorite song, “Dad ” last night. (If I should ever pass over into spirit some day and the family holds some kind ceremony, my only request is that you sing that song for me one more time. No matter where I might be, I promise you that I will hear it and> think of you. You are a great son and I love you very much and am extremely proud of how you are handling your life. Love, Dad.


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Date: 5/25/2011 7:05:43 PM
From:
 Steve Bremner
Message: I enjoyed the Turnbow household of the sixties when Windy took his kids and me to Tono to look for agates. Jon Marc and I stomped around the beaches and woodland areas of Fishtrap and Fishtrap Loop and had a grand old time. Long time ago.


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Date: 5/25/2011 6:25:55 PM
From:
 Mady Lund
Message: The Lund family (Mady, Marc, Blake) are very grateful to Windy (Avaton) Turnbow for many year of great inter-family relations. My brothers and I often reminisce of early days our parents spent with Windy and Jean back in Omaha in the 50′s. My parents sent me out to spend the summer with the Turnbows in 1963 and I was later influenced to move to Washington from Nebraska because of that summer. That summer Windy drove his clan and me all over the Olympics and took us to the World’s Fair in Seattle (what was left of it by then). Windy was always very kind and affectionate to me and I felt a special feeling for him as my own dear father’s special friend. Windy (and Jean) served in loco parentis for me when I went off to my first year of college at the UW. I recall that my new roommates were awed at the spectacle of the long-haired Winston Turnbow who delivered me to the dorm. I was so pleased to have these temporary adoptive parents at such a critical time. I admire the life I have seen grow from Windy, who became Avaton. His family is amazing. As everyone says here, he raised one hell of a family with the help of Jean and Vicki. Avaton will be remembered as a loving kind man with a devilish sense of humor. God bless, and I will look forward to seeing him again some day on the other side. Love, Mady


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Date: 5/25/2011 6:14:02 PM
From:
 Rebecca Horn
Message: I have enjoyed the pictures of all the Turnbows. I graduated HS with Miriam . Looks like you all have lots of love and family time, enjoy the outdoors, nature and pets. I’m sure your Dad helped instill all these good things in each of you, so in essence he will always be with you. God bless and Peace be with you all.


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Date: 5/25/2011 5:39:54 PM
From:
 David Bjorkman
Message: I think a good measure of a man, is to look at his children. In this case I think can all agree that Winston succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. All strong independent citizens with a zest for life and concern for their fellow citizens. I know he was a proud man and followed his dreams. His kids have and will provide future generations of Turnbows that will live their own adventures and keep his spirit alive and well. The memories of him will live on in the stories we share and in the characteristics from him that the family holds dear. He has been called a patriarch, he was. Let his dream of a better life for all be an inspiration for all of us and by sticking together as a family may the world be the better place that he dreamt of.


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Date: 5/25/2011 5:20:55 PM
From:
 Miriam Jayne Gash
Message: I only knew Avaton Winston Turnbow for a short time. The man I knew was such a gentle; mysterious; generous; courageous;and a loyal man. There are so many great fathers out there! He was the truest to “himself” and one of the most courageous men I knew! We miss ya and love ya eternally dad!


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Date: 5/25/2011 3:54:10 PM
From:
 Evan Ogden
Message: I have great memories of working for CAC as a teenager after school and during the summer, collating literature, stuffing envelopes and painting Vikki and Avatons house. The thing I admired about AW was his gifts of encouragement and facilitation. I see how his encouraging spirit caused so much success and happiness in his children over the years. I think he was our band “London”‘s biggest fan and invested heavily in us in those early days. Peace to all of you who are imprinted with his legacy.


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Date: 5/25/2011 3:49:10 PM
From:
 Daniel Kritner
Message: It’s always sad to see someone you know and love go, but the thing to remember is that Avaton is at peace now. I never met the man, but I know his son Eric. I can only imagine that he is as good-hearted as his son. Someone once asked me when the pain of loosing someone goes away, and I had to tell him that it never really does go away, but time has a way of making things better. Another thing to remember is that he’s really not dead. If there are memories that lie within your heart of him, he’s always alive.


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Date: 5/25/2011 3:05:53 PM
From:
 Eric Turnbow
Message: I LOVE my Father Mr. Avaton Winston Turnbow, who is the proud patriarch of the Turnbow brood. I admire, respect, and cherish Him. He is the most important Man in My life. He has taught me how to live, save money, invest, pursue happiness, and introduced Me to the best music of all time the world has to offer. He has the absolute best advice in all orders of the Universe. My Dad is My Hero!!!!!!! Period! recent picture)….I LOVE my Father Mr. Avaton Winston Turnbow My Father has passed away this morning, Saturday, May 21, 2011. He was 83 and 11 months young! This is a somber day indeed, but life goes, and the world will continue to turn! My Father would insist upon it. I love Him dearly, and I always will! He was the best Father I could have ever hoped for. The world has lost an amazing and original Man. PEACE! Avaton Winston Turnbow (RIP) Born: June 20, 1927 Passed: May 21, 2011 (Dad left Us for the afterworld at 6:29 a.m.) It was a strange thing to, because about an earlier I was watching the tube and out of nowhere the power went out. There was no storm or inclement weather to cause this. It was a mystery. It was only out for a minute, and I got up to reset all the clocks and turn the computer back on. Looking back, I must assume that was the spirit of My father, the great Avaton Winston Turnbow calling out and saying goodbye to us all as he passes onto the next dimension, as only Dad could. It was no accident. He was breathing his last goodbye to Me. At the time I happened to be watching an old episode of “The Waltons”. A show about a large family full of love. I have been preparing myself for this moment, but somehow You never are ready. My thoughts and prayers go out to His widow Vikki Turnbow, and the rest of this Family of 6 children, 8 Grandkids, His CAC church and the Matriarch of our family, Jean Turnbow. Long live the memory of our father, The great Avaton Winston Turnbow! RIP! Dad left Us for the afterworld at 6:29 a.m.


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Date: 5/25/2011 11:49:47 AM
From:
 Maria Chiechi
Message: The connection I have with Mr Turnbow is his beautiful children! I have always enjoyed being around them ever since I met them. Marilyn, Tom, Eric….Love you guys and thinking of you lots! Maria Chiechi


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Date: 5/25/2011 11:19:22 AM
From:
 Marilyn
Message: My father was an incredible man and I am so very grateful that I was able to spend some time with him before he left this world. I am still reeling from this loss, but he will live on forever in my heart, mind and soul. Embrace the light dad and be at peace, because that light is love. Pure love.


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Date: 5/24/2011 6:25:31 PM
From:
 Earl .M. Schaeffer
Message: It was nice to have experienced the gift he has given as CAC. With love Earl

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Thanks Eric! My request also included asking this question: Has anyone had any sort of post-mortum spiritual “encounter” with our father? If so, I’d love to hear the details.

· · · 5 hours ago

    • Katherine PeilAs for myself, I’ve had several that captured the beauty and depth of our spiritual relationship, well captured in the picture I posted below.

    • Eric TurnbowYes Katherine. On exactly 4 months to the day Our father entered My dream and spoke with Me. He said that was okay and exactly where he needs to be. To go on and enjoy my life and we will catch up later. Curiously He was seated on a bench, perhaps out @ Fishtrap even, sitting in-between Mom and Vikki both! I wok up with a smile on His face. he even smelled like dad, and He was the Older version. At least 50 or 60 with a beard. It was way cool.

    • Eric TurnbowI have had another 5 dreams with Dad in them since. I do remember driving in My car with Him somewhere along the Oregon Coast. We were not saying a lot that I can remember butt I do know that I reached out and put My hand on His knee and told Him that it was a real treat to spend time with Him! It was as real as it gets! Really! AAAHHHH….!

    • Eric Turnbow Of course on May 21, 2011 just after Dad passed He made contact. I was watching an episode of “The Waltons” on t.v. very early in the morning. This of course is a show about a large family in Virginia, with some Turnbow similarity! His spirit swooped on in and turned all the power off to My house.Off went the T.v. and I had to reset the clocks and cable box and was wondering why there was a power outage and there was no wind, rain or inclement weather. Well he was just saying “Goodbye” I learned later that morning. Very “Dad” I suppose!

 

 

Lovely Chelsea! Ah the purity of the child -...
Katherine Peil 26 March 11:28
Lovely Chelsea! Ah the purity of the child – both of them. :)

 

Comment history

 

Chelsea Peterson
Chelsea Peterson 25 March 18:32
Fletcher and I were going to the store. It was within days after Avaton had passed. I pulled into a spot, and was answering a text from Jesse when Fletch said, “Mommy.” Usually if I don’t get him out of his seat pretty quickly he will request it. So I turned, prepared to tell him that I would be right there. This is when he said, “Grampa Avaton is gone. He’s not here anymore.” And I told him that yes this was true. Then he went on to say, “He’s somewhere else and he’s happy! His head and his tummy don’t hurt anymore, and he’s like a little boy!” It gave me goose bumps. I asked him how he knew that, and he said that Grampa told him. ♥



Classic Shot of Winston Turnbow in 1957 Fishtrap Loop! Here is My father on His Anniversary! It’s Dad and Vikki! Here I am “Walking The Bear Dog” with My Father Summer of 2010

Avaton Winston Turnbow loved nature!

Dad was a lot of fun!

Incredible memorial Website for Avaton Winston Turnbow!

Dad with His Son Eric in 1962!  Awwwww!

Dad is pictured here with Daughter Marilyn, and My Mom, Jean Turnbow.

Pictured with Sons Eric, and Tom Turnbow Thanksgiving 2010

Dad, Just hanging by the River!

He loved His cat! 01-16-2012

Hanging @ My Yard Party in September 2010

Grandpa Turnbow! Christmas 2010…..

Dad with His Beloved Dog “Bear”. 04-28-2001 One of My Favourites Ever!

Avaton is taking a Breather @ Staircase……

(This is a  sketch I drew of My Father in 1965 @ The tender age of 4)!

I miss My Father a lot but continue to relish in the memories, and there are lots of them!

 

Sunday Come Jam with us at the South Bay Pub 7pm

                              

Sunday Come Jam with us at the South Bay Pub 7pm

Sunday is a great night to pop on down to The South Bay Pub and Eatery for the Jam of Local Musicians here in the Olympia Washington area. It is located @ 3323 South Bay Rd. NE, Olympia, WA 98506. For directions and info you can call the club @ 360.456.0809

                            

I try to make it there and perform at least every other week. I have made a cool log of the dates I had the honour to perform there, and the set list that I performed that night! Don’t be shy! This is a cool jam! It has a real family feel to it as well. Here is my History at the club on jam night.

It is My Mothers Birthday today! We had a nice party for her with lemon cheers cake a many great grand kids! She is 80 years young! Amazing. I went out to The Turnbow Palace and sang her all her favourite songs last week! I think she dug it.

Sing with soul and sensitivity around her and You win! Here is my set tonight at the ‘South Bay Pub” Jam session on 09-30-2012, the last day of the month.
“Tell Me Why ” (Neil Young) C
“Paint Me a Birmingham” (Tracey Lawrence) G modulate to A
“Same Old Love” (Ricky Skaggs) G modulate to A
“Ride me High” (Bob Dylan) G
“I’m’ On Fire ” (Bruce Springsteen) E
“Oh Lonesome Me” (Kentucky Head Hunter Version) D
“Shooting Star” (Bad Company) G
“Harvest Moon” (Neil Young) Drop down D
“Night Life” (B.B. King) D

My set @ South Bay Pub on Sunday 09-09-2012

After another fabulous “Turnbow Family Dinner” On the way home it was time to go and jam for the 24th time on a Sunday @ South Bay Pub!  What fun!

“Sail Away”  (Neil Young)  G
“Baby It’s You”  (Beatles, and Smiths)  E
“Shooting Star”  (Bad Company)  G
“Seagull” (Bad Company)  Drop Down D
“Layla Unplugged”  (Eric Clapton)  D-minor
“I had a Beautiful Time ” (Merle Haggard Favorite)  A
“Angels Flying Too Close to The ground”  (Willy Nelson)  A
“Oh Lonesome Me” (Slow Neil Young Version)  D
“Oh Lonesome Me” (Fast Kentucky Head Hunters Version)  D

This was my 23rd time to come and sing on a Sunday. My Set @ South Bay Pub Jam 08-02-2012 was fun. They had air conditioning on a 91 degree day which was awesome! This was a special day since we were having a “Classic Car Showcase” that was off the charts! After the jam I hit the Turnbow family dinner as usual. Here is my Solo set: “Suzanne”  (Leonard Cohen)  A

“Take Back The Weed”  (Willy Nelson)  Drop down D
“Evangalena”  (Hoyt Axton)  A
“Flash of Fire”  (Hoyt Axton)  A
“One Night of Love Waltz” (Willy Nelson)  D modulate to E
“The Promise Land”  (Elvis Presley)  A
“Trudy” (Charlie Daniels)A

Plus: “Rainbows all over Your Blues (John Sebastian)  F

Right after a Turnbow Family dinner it was time for Eric’s South Bay Jam Set  07-15-2012.

“House at Poo Corner” Loggins and Messina)  E
“Sweet Melissa”  (Alman Brothers)  E  (Birthday Request)
“Yesterday”  (Beatles)  F
“Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here with You”  (Bob Dylan)  G For Alisha
“Tangled Up In Blue” (Bob Dylan)   A For Matt
“Blowin’ Free” ( Wish Bone Ash)  D
“Blue Bayou’” (Roy Orbison)  E  (With Conga drum accompaniment)

Plus:  “Rainbows all over Your Blues”  (John Sebastian)  F

After the Turnbow family delicious dinner, time to head to south bay Pub!

Eric’s Set @ South Bay Pub Jam Sunday 06-24-2012

“You Won’t Matter Anymore”  Buddy Holly  E
“Why Worry Now?”  Dire Straights   E7
“Georgia”  Michael Bolton Version   F
“The Ass Hole Song”  August Campbell  G
“Bring it on Home To Me”  Paul McCartney Russian LP version  A
“Drivin’ While Blind”   Z.Z. Top  E
“Hello Mary Lou”  Ricky Nelson  A

Sunday Jam @ South Bay Pub: 06-17-2012 (Accompanied on Congas)!

Right after a Turnbow Family dinner of Mac and cheese, beans and salad and chocolate moose it was time to hit the Jam! Fathers Day!

“Dad” (Original Eric Turnbow Penned)  for Fathers Day  D
“Drivin’ While Blind”  (ZZ Top)  E
“Dallas”  (Alan Jackson)  G
“Fire on the  Mountain”  (Marshall Tucker Band)  Em
“The boxer” (Simon and Garfunkle)  C
“All My Trials” ( McCartney Rendition)  D
“I Got a Feelin’” (Beatles)  A
“Golden Slumbers” (Beatles) Am
“Dreams I’ll Never See” (Molly Hatchet)  Drop down D
“Watch Yourself”  (Buddy Guy and Clapton Blues) E
“Taxi” (Harry Chapin)  D
“Don’t Cry Daddy”  (Elvis penned by Mac Davis)  drop down D
“Evangalina” (Hoyt Axton)  A
“Take Back The Weed”  Willy Nelson  Drop D
“Make it With You”  (Bread)  F
“MY Sweet Lady”  (John Denver)  D
“Lightening Bar Blues”  (Hoyt Axton)  E  for Dad!


It was My Brother Tom’s 53rd Birthday today, and I headed out to jam with Rene Edmont @ The South Bay Pub! Fun night and we played a whole lot! 2 sets for Me! Cool!

Our Jam Set Sunday, May 27th, 2012 @ “South Bay Pub”!

SET ONE ERIC &  RENE JAM WITH FAT LICKS & KILLER HARMONY!
“Further On Up The Road”  (Eric Clapton)  E (Mike on harp)
“Wild World “  (Cat Stevens)  Am
“All Along The Watch Tower”  (Jimmy Hendrix)  Am
“Tequila Sunrise”  (Eagles)  G
“Magnolia”  (J.J. Cale)  Gmaj7
“Before You “Cuse Me”  (Eric Clapton)  E (Mike on harp)
“I’ve Just seen a Face” (Beatles)  G

Plus: “I believe in You”  (Neil Young) F

“Only Love can Break our Heart” (Neil Young )  A

SOLO SET FOR ERIC & FRIENDS:
“Harvest Moon”  (Neil Young) Drop down D Request (Mike on harp)
“Dust in the wind”  (Kansas)  C Request
“Suite to Judy Blue Eyes” (Crosby Stills and Nash) D (Alicia duet)
“You can’t always get what You want” (Stones) C  (Alicia duet)
“Oh Lonesome Me slow version” (Neil Young) Drop down D
“Oh Lonesome Me fast version” (Kentucky Head-Hunters) Drop down D
“Shooting Star” (Bad Company) G
“Sexy and 17″  (Stray Cats)  E

Plus: “Autumn Leaves” (J. Mercer) and “One Step Back” Springsteen B-flat

Eric’s Set @ Sunday Jam @ “South Bay Pub” 05-20-2012
After a Big Birthday Family dinner celebration:

“Night Life”  (Willie Nelson)   D
“One of these Days” (McCartney)  G
“Teach Your Children”   (Crosby Stills and Nash)  Drop down D
“The Road”  (Jackson Browne)  G
“Seagull”  (Bad Company)  Drop down D
“Goin’ to California”  (Led Zeppelin)  D
“Drinkin’ My Baby Good Bye”  (C. Daniels)   D

South Bay Pub Jam Session: Mothers Day 05-13-2012

After a great Turnbow family dinner and a  visit with my Mother on Mothers day I hit the jam at the Pub. There was more Jammers than usual so I had to do a short set.   Host  Mike Burdorff played harp on the final song.

“Blowin’ Free” (Wish Bone Ash)  Drop Down D
“Sally G.”  (McCartney)  G
“This Time Last Year”  (Original Eric Composition)  G
“Trudy”  (Charlie Daniels)  A
“Rock and Roll is King”  (Electric light Orchestra) A (Mike on Harp)

Eric’s South Bay Pub Set 05-06-2012
After the Turnbow Family Dinner Italian Munch Out!

“Powder Finger”  (Neil Young) with Guitarist sit in G
“What do you want me to do – Lawdy Miss Clawdy” (Elvis)  A
“Wish You Were Here” (Pink Floyd)  G
“Fearless” (Pink Floyd)  G
“Over The hills and Far Away” (Led Zep) G
“Out Law Man”  Eagles (E minor)
“Turn The Page” ( Bob Seger) with Guitarist sit in  E minor
“Night Moves”  ( Bob Seger)  G
“Little Pink Houses”  (John Mellencamp)  G
“Norwegian Wood” (Beatles) G
“Lay Down Sally” (Eric Clapton)  with Guitarist sit in A
“You Really Got Me” (Van Halen Request)  A
“Ripple” (Grateful Dead) with guest singers G

Plus “Lotta’ Love” (Neil Young)  G

Fairly Recent Sunday Jam:  @ “South Bay Pub” Eric’s Set for 04-29-2012
Headed over to catch the New Host’s début To Welcome Mike Burdorff

“Oh Lonesome Me”  (Neil Young) Ballad version “Drop Down D”
“Oh Lonesome Me” (Kentucky Head Hunters) Fast version “D”
“Blowin’ Free  (Wishbone Ash)  “Drop Down D”
“Harvest Moon”  (Neil Young) “Drop Down D”
“Buckets of Rain”  (Bob Dylan)  “G”
“Rocky Raccoon”  (Beatles)  “A-minor” Blues with Mike on harp
“Like a Hurricane”  (Neil Young)  “A-minor”
“It Don’t Matter Any-more” (Buddy Holly) Key of E
“Chicken Cordon Blues (Steve Goodman) “E” Blues with Mike on harp
“Your The Kind That Nobody Needs” (Original Eric Turnbow Song) “E”
“Sally G.”  (Paul McCartney Lost Nashville Country Classic)  “G”
“If You Could Read My Mind”  (Gordon Lightfoot)  “G”
“I Will”  (Beatles)  “F”
“Little Wing”  (Jimmy Hendrix) “Em/G/Am/Em/Bm/Am/C/G/F/C/”
“Layla Unplugged”  (Eric Clapton)  Acoustic “D-Minor”

HISTORY!  10-16-2011 (Eric’s Set) with guest Miriam Jayne Gash:

“It Don’t Matter Any-more” (Buddy Holly) Key of E
“4 and 20 ” (Crosby Stills and Nash) Key of Drop down D
“Harvest Moon” (Neil Young) Key of Drop down D
“For Napoleon” (Original Eric Turnbow Penned Song) Key of C
“Goin’ To California” (Led Zeppelin) Key of G
“If Not For You” (George Harrison Version of a Dylan Song) Key of G

11-05-2011 (Eric’s Set) With Guest Chuck West (Who also jammed)

“Night Life” (Willie Nelson) Key of D
“Don’t Think Twice It’s Al-right” (Bob Dylan) Key of G
“Your The Kind That Nobody Needs” (Original Eric Turnbow in E)
“Be Not To Hard” (Joan Baez) Key of C
“Teddy Boy” (Paul McCartney) Key D
“Dad” (Original Eric Turnbow Penned Song) Key of D


11-20-2011 (Eric’s Set) With Guest KJ Host Guy Drumm

“Layla Unplugged” (Eric Clapton) Key of Dm
“Good Bye My Love” (Original Eric Turnbow Key of Drop down D)
“Ripple” (Grateful Dead) Key of G
“Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here with You” (Bob Dylan) Key of G
“It Don’t Matter Any-more” (Buddy Holly) Key of E
“One Step Back” (Bruce Springsteen Key of B-Flat
“Solitude” (Original Eric Turnbow Penned Song) Key of A
“That’s The Way Love Goes” (Merle Haggard)
“Dont Cry Daddy” (Elvis penned by Mac Davis) Key of Drop down D

12-04-2011 (Eric’s Set) With Guest Miriam Jayne Gash

“Razor Love” (Neil Young with Harmonica) Key of G
“This Time Last Year” (Original Eric Turnbow Penned Song) Key of G
“Moon Shadow” Cat Stevens Key of Drop down D
“Black Bird” (Beatles finger picking) Key of G
“Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here with You” (Bob Dylan with Harmonica) in G
“Your a big Girl Now” (Bob Dylan with Harmonica) Key of G
“Babe I’m Gonna’ Leave You” (Led Zeppelin) Key of A Minor
“I Had a Beautiful Time” (Merle Haggard) Key of A
“Fraulene” (Mickey Gilly) Key of G
“Oh Lonesome Me” (Kentucky Head Hunters Hank Williams penned song)
“Autumn Leaves (Johnny Mercer Jazz Standard) Key of Am
“Until It’s Time For You to Go” (Elvis) Key of D
“Welcome To My World” (Jim Reeves) Key of G
“Wish You Were Here” (Pink Floyd acoustic picking) Key of E Minor
“Story In Your Eyes” (Moody Blues Key of A Minor


12-11-2011 (Eric’s Set) With Guest Miriam Jayne Gash &Joshua Dobbs

“House at Poo Corner” (Kenny Loggins) Key of E
“Hesitation Blues Instrumental” (Hot Tuna blues) Key of A Minor
“Gold Dust Woman” (Fleetwood Mac) Key of Drop Down D
“Teach Your Children” Crosby Stills Nash) Key of Drop Down D
“Ride Me High” (Bob Dylan) Key of G
“Keep Drivin’ Baby” (Original Eric Turnbow Penned Song) in B Minor
“Mull of Kyntyre” (Paul McCartney) Key of G
“Paint Me a Birmingham” (Tracey Lawrence) Key of G (Modulate to A)
“Golden Slumbers” (Beatles) Key of A Minor
“Angie” (Rolling Stones)
“Friend of The Devil” (Grateful Dead) Key of G


02-12-2012 (Eric’s Set) With Guest Bo Wittmer (Who also jammed)

“Harvest Moon” (Neil Young) Key of Drop down D
“Paradise” (John Prine) Drop Down D
“Babe I’m Gonna’ Leave You” (Led Zeppelin) Key of A Minor
“Tangled up In Blue” (Bob Dylan) Key of D
“Night Life” (Willy Nelson) Key of D
“Can’t You See You’re Free” (Original Eric Turnbow Penned Song) in A
“Guitar Man” (Bread) Key of G
“Norwegian Wood” (Beatles) Key of G
“Wild World” (Cat Stevens) Key of A Minor

02-18-2012 (Eric’s Set) With Guests Rene (Who also jammed) and Wife Carole Edmondt

“Razor Love” (Neil Young with Harmonica) Key of G
“Solitude” (Original Eric Turnbow Penned Song) Key of A
“Story In Your Eyes” (Moody Blues) Key of A Minor
“It Don’t Matter Any-more” (Buddy Holly) Key of E
“Oh Lonesome Me” (Kentucky Head Hunters Hank Williams penned song)
“Your a big Girl Now” (Bob Dylan with Harmonica) Key of G


02-26-2012 (Eric’s Set) With Guest Chuck West (Who also jammed)
This is the first time I performed a Duo set entirely with Chuck West as my back up!Twice the fun! And more intense hot riffs!

“Magnolia” J.J. Cale Blues (Key of Gmajor7)

(Gmaj7/Dmag7/ Bm/Am/Bm/Am/Bm/Am/Gmaj7/Dmaj7)

“Further On Up The Road” (Eric Clapton) Fat Blues in E
“Layla Unplugged” (Eric Clapton) Key of D Minor
“Two More Bottles of Wine” ( Emmy Lou Harris, in A)
“Little Wing” (Jimmy Hendrix) Key of Em (Em, G, Am, Em,)
“Your The Kind That Nobody Needs” (Original Eric Turnbow Song) in E

03-13-2012 (Eric’s Set) With Guest Chuck West (Who also jammed)

“Foot Lights”  (Merle Haggard Key of C)

“Happiness Is a Warm Gun” (Beatles) Key of A Minor

“Almost Cut My Hair” (Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young in AM)

“Harvest Moon” (Neil Young) Key of Drop down D

“Don’t Think Twice It’s Al-right” (Bob Dylan) Key of G

“Your All The Way” (Eric Clapton) Key of Drop down

“Good Bye My Love” (Original Eric Turnbow Key of Drop down D)

03-18-2012 (Eric’s Set) Went solo after the Turnbow Family Dinner

“Baby It’s You”  (Smiths) Key of E

“The Load Out/Stay” (Jackson Browne  (Key of G)

“Georgia”  (Michael Bolton Jazz Version)  Key of F maj7

“Autumn Leaves”  Johnny Mercer Standard  (Key of Am)

“Riders on The Storm” (The Doors) Key of AM

“I washed My Hands In Muddy Waters” (Elvis) Key of E

“For Napoleon” ( Key of C

“Tell Me Why”?  (Neil Young)  Key of C

“Hide Your Love Away”  (The Beatles)  Key of G

“Lay Down Sally”  (Eric Clapton) Key of A

Eric Set @ The Jam Session @ South Bay Pub Sunday 04-01-2012

 

(Solo set after Brenna’s Birthday Party @ The Turnbow Family Dinner)

“I Washed My Hands in the Muddy Water” (Elvis)  E
“Don’t Cry Daddy” (Elvis)  Drop down D
“Golden slumbers” ( Beatles)  Am
“Yesterday”  (Beatles)  F
“Sea of Joy”  (Blind Faith)  A
“4 and 20″  (CSN)  Drop down D
“Ripple”  (Grateful Dead)  G
“Only Living Boy in New New York” (Simon and Garfunkle)  E
“Shooting Star”  (Bad Company)  G
“Seagull” (Bad Company) D
“Harvest”  (Neil Young) D
“Ride Me High”  (Dylan)  G

“Two More Bottles of Wine”  Rodney Crowell Writer (Emmy Lou Harris)

“All The Things You Are” Jazz Standard Instrumental  Fm

South Bay Jam Set list 04-15-2012  (After Family Dinner)
Solo Tracks and Songs with Bo Witmer who also attended:

“Never Learned to Love”  (G. Jones)  G
“Chicken Cordon Blues”  (Steve Goodman)  E
“Brain Damage”  (Pink Floyd)  Drop Down D
“4 and 20″  (Crosby, Stills, and Nash)  Drop Down D
“Love the one Your With” Steve Stills  Drop Down D (Duet with Bo)
“Layla Unplugged”  (Eric Clapton) Dm  (Duet with Bo)
“Further on Up The Road”  (Eric Clapton)   E
“Bo’s  Original “Mystic” song” (Bo Witmer)  E
“Night Life”  (Willie Nelson)  D
“Seagull”  (Bad Company)  Drop Down D (Eric Solo)
“Wish You Were Here”  (Pink Floyd)  (Eric Solo)  Received a $5 tip!

South Bay Jam Set list 04-22-2012  (After a Mexican  Family Dinner)

“Mull of Kyntyre”   (McCartney)   G

“Some People never Know” (McCartney and Wings)  A

“Sweet Mellissa”  (Alman Brothers)

“Teddy Boy”  (McCartney)   D

“Defying Gravity”  (Jimmy Buffett)  E

“Lay Lady Lay”  (Dylan)  B

“You Don’t Know Me”  (Elvis)   G

“Patience”  (Guns and Roses)  G

“Magnolia”  (J.J. Cale)  Gmajor 7/Dmaj7

 

Merle Haggard & Kris Kristofferson 09-24-2011 in Shelton WA.

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February 29, 2012

Merle Haggard & Kris Kristofferson 09-24-2011 in Shelton WA.

Merle Haggard & Kris Kristofferson 09-24-2011 @ Little Creek Casino Shelton WA.

So, I have to say that Merle Haggard is My all time favourite Country legend! I have seen Him live 7 or 8 times. I will always go out of my way to see this Legend! On this particular September night, He was playing with another Country Legend, Kris Kristofferson, right down Highway 101 from me in Shelton! It was only $40, and I had no date, but I left on a whim and got my ticket at the door! I grabbed a couple of cocktails and headed for the stage! I landed front and center about 10 rows back from the stage! The sound was the best I have ever heard Him! I was able to shoot a pile of cool videos that night, and suck in this awesome music of a Generation! He did not disappoint! Go Merle! Here is set list that is close to matching what I saw that night. Give or take a couple of tracks becaise nobody is perfect!

Shipwrecked in the Eighties (Kris) Dedicated to the troops
I had a Beautiful Time (Show Opener) One of my favourites!
Misery and Gin (Merle)
I Think I’ll Just Stay Here and Drink (Merle)
California Blues (Yodel No. 4) (Merle)
The Pilgrim, Chapter 33 (Kris)
Lovin’ Her Was Easier (Than Anything I’ll Ever Do Again) (Kris)
White Line Fever (Merle)
Mama Tried (Merle)
I wish I was 30 Again (Merle) Very cute lyrics
Working in Tennessee (Merle) brilliant new fiddle song
Today I Started Loving You Again (Merle)
Here Comes That Rainbow Again (Kris)
They’re Tearin’ the Labour Camps Down (Merle)
Kern River (Merle)
Help Me Make It Through the Night (Kris)
Pretty When It’s New (Merle)
The Silver Tongued Devil and I (Kris)
Darby’s Castle (Kris)
The Way I Am (Merle)
Running Kind (Merle)
Me and Bobby McGee (Kris)
I take a lot of Pride in what I am (Merle)
Footlights (Merle) One of the best! Another Favourite!
If We Make It Through December (Merle)
Are the Good Times Really Over (I Wish a Buck Was Still Silver) (Merle)
The Fightin’ Side of Me (Merle)
From Here to Forever (Kris)
Okie From Muskogee (Merle) with extra verse by Kris very clever
Sunday Morning Coming Down (Kris)
Why Me (Kris) The final song! No curtain call needed!

Merle is great to see Live every time! Smile Merle!

                         Here is a killer video I shot at this very concert!
                      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9pe4nhqTps

The History Of Eric: Statistics About Eric Turnbow

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October 10, 2008

Stats About Eric Turnbow

Eric is Pictured here, with Mother Jean,  at the tender of age of one!

The Entity Eric Turnbow was born on May 18, 1961 @ 7:19pm @ Saint Peters Hospital in Olympia Wasington, USA, Planet Earth, in the  Milky Way Galaxy system!  His Mother is Jean Janzen Turnbow, and His Father is Avaton Winston Turnbow. Doctor Fredrick Balls was the attending physician. (You cannot make this stuff up)!
This is a shot of Young Eric back in 1961
Eric Turnbow has a number of Brothers and Sisters in this world including Brother Jon Strongbow, a Famous Musician and Artist living in Seattle, Brother Marc Turnbow a Teacher and Computer Master, Sister Katherine Turnbow Peil a Harvard Graduate and Psychology Major, Brother Tom Turnbow Entrepreneur and Owner of “Toms Out Board”, and His Sister Marilyn “Bone” Turnbow a Womans Right Advocate and skilled Government Worker .  They were all raised out by Boston Harbour in Olympia, on Fish Trap Loop Road, right on beautiful “Dana’s Passage” on Puget Sound.
Eric also has a bunch of Nieces and nephews to brag about including Nephew Jesse Peil, Niece Katlin Peil, (All Children of Sibling Katherine Peil), Niece Chelse Pederson, Neice Chloe Turnbow, Niece  Ivy Turnbow, Niece  Brenna Turnbow, (All Children of Sibling Marc Turnbow), and of course Niece Tessa Turnbow and Nephew “T.J.”  Tanner Jonathan Turnbow (All Children of Sibling Tom Turnbow).
 
And lets not forget the two Great Nieces, starting with Fletcher Pederson, (Son of Chelsea Turnbow Peterson, and Jesse Peterson),  and of course Little Deause Turnbow Moore (Son to Chloe Turnbow and Dr. Duanne Moore), and of course Great Niece  Young Clementine Peil ,  (The Daughter of Nephew Jesse and Peil and the lovely Sara Spurrier Peil).  Now that is a lot of Turnbows!
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Eric Turnbow  Fun Stats

* There are 833,647 people in the U.S. with the first name Eric.
* Statistically the 52nd most popular first name.
* 99.63 percent of people with the first name Eric are male.
* Names similar to Eric:
o Rick
o Rickey
o Rickie
o Ricky

* There are 5,008 people in the U.S. with the last name Turnbow.
* Statistically the 6995th most popular last name.
* Famous people with the last name Turnbow:
o Derrick Turnbow

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Eric Turnbow was featured in Michael Moore’s movie “SiCKO” June 28, 2007

 

Eric was featured in Michael Moore’s movie “SiCKO”. This is the article that The Daily Olympian, our local Newspaper published on the subject from June 28, 2007. Enjoy!
Moore’s movie ‘SiCKO’ spotlights Olympia man

Breanne Coats
The Olympian  June 28, 2007

OLYMPIA — When Eric “E.T.” Turnbow of Olympia videotaped himself doing a handstand on London’s Abbey Road in 1997, it had two unintended consequences: a fall that landed him in the hospital, and a role in director Michael Moore’s new movie, “Sicko.”

Turnbow, now 46, dislocated his shoulder and thought the resulting medical costs would ruin his vacation. He was surprised that during his hospital stay, which lasted several hours, he had to pay only for his medication. The cost was 5 pounds, the equivalent of less than $10 at the time.

“Sicko” will be in theaters Friday, including the Regal Martin Village 16 in Lacey. The film, Moore’s first since “Fahrenheit 9/11″ in 2004, is a documentary aimed at highlighting the faults of the U.S. health care system. Turnbow said his London experience is used as a bridge for Moore to go from North America to Europe in the film. He said Moore goes to England to see if health care there is really that inexpensive.

Turnbow never talked directly to Moore during filming but said that at a premiere of “Sicko” June 14 in Seattle, Moore recognized him immediately and mouthed “thank you.” “(Moore’s) sister (Anne Moore) made the comment, ‘You are the one that provided some comic relief in the middle of our little picture,’ ” Turnbow said about the premier.

Turnbow, a guitarist, singer and karaoke disc jockey, said he has been entertaining people since grade school. The passionate Beatles fan — his house is adorned with artefacts featuring the band — was in London to visit the place where The Beatles recorded. He was filming himself on the stretch of road immortalized on the cover of the Beatles album “Abbey Road” when he fell. He said about Moore, “I believe what he stands for. He’s kind of a rebel, and I’m kind of a rebel as well.”He agrees with Moore’s stance about socialized medicine.”What they need to do is take the profit factor out of medicine,” Turnbow said.
Turnbow works nights as a DJ at the Viking Lounge in Lacey and owns E.T.’s Cosmic Karaoke. He said he surfs the Web as a hobby and subscribes to Moore’s e-mail list.

Picked from 25,000

Moore had sent a message to his e-mail group asking for medical-treatment stories. Turnbow said Moore picked his response from about 25,000. In his message to Moore, Turnbow mentioned his short experience with England’s socialized health care. “(Moore) just thought the thing on Abbey Road was funny,” Turnbow said. “I don’t mind a good laugh at my expense. I was honored to be a part of it.”

After dozens of phone calls with Moore’s assistants and turning over evidence to show his story was true, Turnbow received notification about a month ago that his story made it into the movie. Moore’s assistants sifted through four hours of Turnbow’s vacation footage and compiled a piece about two minutes long. Turnbow said it includes his arrival in London, singing an original song with a friend, the soon-to-be-famous fall and him on medication.

Turnbow took his sister, Katherine Peil, to the premiere. Other family members plan to see his big-screen debut Friday. “It’s fun,” said his mother, Jean. “Not everyone walks on their hands on Abbey Road.”  Besides VIP passes to the Seattle premiere, Turnbow did not receive compensation. “I didn’t ask for any money because I’m in it for the cause and to be immortalized,” he said.

Breanne Coats is a news intern at The Olympian. She can be reached at 360-704-6871 or bcoats@theolympian.com. Click HERE for Northwest Karaoke and Entertainment Guide News Stories about ET.

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Sicko | 2007  Michaels commentary about Eric’s visit to England, and how it appears in the film! ENJOY!

  • That’s not hard to believe when you meet fellow Americans like Eric.

    # Oh, England, here we go

    Eric Turnbow of Olympia. Washington. Saved up his whole life

    so that he could visit the famed Abbey Road cross walk in London.

    But it wasn’t enough for Erik to just walk across the road like The Beatles did.

    He had to do it his own special way.

    Here’s Erik, about to walk on his hands across Abbey Road.

    Ready?

    Ugh!

    Try it again.

    Are you in pain?

    Yeah.

    The British hospital didn’t charge Erik anything for his stay.

    And only about ten bucks for all the way-cool drugs they gave him.

    You’re all slung up.

    I’m gonna be OK.

    I decided to go to Great Britain to find out how a hospital stay could be free.

    And drugs could cost only ten dollars.

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“Sicko” is a Top Movie Documentary Money Maker!

“Sicko” in Top 5 Grossing Docs of All Time — This Weekend it’s “‘Sicko’ Night in America!”… from Michael Moore

Thursday, July 19th, 2007

Friends,

Good news! “Sicko,” after less than three weeks in national release, has become one of the top five grossing documentaries of all time! So, this coming weekend, the distributor is expanding the movie by opening it in nearly 500 new theaters in small cities all over the country (for a total of nearly 1,200 screens nationwide)! From Rapid City to Carson City, from Gettysburg to Pearl Harbor, from Juneau to Battle Creek — they’re all getting “Sicko” tomorrow (Friday). Scores of cities that never have a documentary come to their local theater will now be able to see this one. It’s happening all thanks to you who live in the larger cities and have supported “Sicko” so strongly. It’s led the studio to say, “Let’s make more prints and ship them to Oshkosh (and Beaverton and Brattleboro and Sault Ste. Marie and…).” The entire country goes “Sicko” in less than 48 hours! (Check here for the complete list of theaters showing “Sicko” in North America.)

So, friends, this is it. This is the weekend to go see “Sicko” if you haven’t seen it. I get a lot of letters from people saying they plan to “get around” to seeing it “soon.” Well, soon is here! Trying to get theaters to give us screens when we are up against huge summer blockbusters is an almost impossible task. “Sicko” won’t be around forever. And if you’re waiting for the DVD, ask anyone who’s seen “Sicko” — this is a movie you want to see with a crowd of people in a theater.

So let’s pack the movie houses this weekend! Send an email to everyone you know, call your friends and tell them, “It’s ‘Sicko’ Night in America!”

And, to show my thanks to all of you who’ll go see “Sicko” this weekend, I’m going to send one of you and a guest on a free weekend to the universal health care country of your choice! That’s right. You’ll get to pick one of the three industrialized countries featured in the movie where, if you get sick, you get help for free, no matter who you are. All you have to do is send us your ticket stub (make sure it says “Sicko” on it and has the name of the theater and this weekend’s date on it — Friday, Saturday or Sunday – July 20th, 21st, 22nd). Attach the stub to a piece of paper with your name, address, phone number and email and send it to: ‘Sicko’ Night in America, 888c 8th Avenue, Suite 443, New York, NY 10019. (Yes, you have to use that old 18th century device called the U.S. Postal Service, and it has to be postmarked on or by Tuesday, July 24th). First prize is a weekend in the city of your choice: Paris, London or Toronto. This includes airfare, hotel, meals and, most exciting, a representative from their fine universal health care system who will give you a personal tour so you can see how they treat their fellow citizens. You’ll meet people who pay nothing for college and citizens who are in the fourth week of their six-week paid vacation. Oh, and you’ll have time to see the Eiffel Tower, Big Ben or whatever they have in Toronto that is old and tall. (If you don’t have a passport, we’ll pay for that, too!)

Canadians who are reading this — you’re probably thinking, “Hey, what about us? Where do we get to go?” Quit complaining! You’re already there! But just to make it up to you — and to prove we don’t hold it against you for smugly walking out of a hospital with the same amount of money in your wallet that you went in with — we’ll let you participate in the drawing, too.

Thanks again to everyone who has gone to see “Sicko.” Take a friend or two this weekend and celebrate “‘Sicko’ Night in America.”

Yours,

Michael Moore
mmflint@aol.com
www.michaelmoore.com

P.S. I’ll be on “The Colbert Report” tonight (Thursday) on Comedy Central. On a sadder note, my appearance on CNN with Wolf Blitzer has been moved to a later date. Wolf just called to say he had a death in his family and that we would have to re-schedule. Our condolences to him and his family.

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E-Mails from “Sicko” Movie Fans:

— Susan Graham <susangra47@comcast.net> wrote:

It was a powerful movie.  I, for one, am scared to death.

I have a friend that has her own story to tell -
Group Health basically told
her she had 2 years and to go home (she had a rare
cancer).  She fought them
and won and has been helping people win their
appeals to insurance companies
ever since.
She has written a how-to book on getting your insurance co to pay
(www.theinsurancewarrior.com) and would really like to help as many people as she can.  She’s begun training people, gives
lectures, interviews, etc. Can you suggest a way of getting this information to Michael Moore’s webmaster so she might be listed as a resource?
Thanks.
Susan Graham

Eric has responded to Susan:

Thank You Susan….

I am sure your story would be of interest to Micheal
Moore. He is compassionate man who takes his causes
seriously. I am so glad you saw the film! I really
think is powerful as well. Such a good cause that
would benefit all Americans. I have forwarded this
letter to my contacts for Micheal Moore. There is no
guarantee he will be able to help, but I have sent
your request to him all the same. Good luck. I am sure
he would love to hear your feedback. Just remember
that he is a busy man! be patient.

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This is Guy named Justin that was there in London when the  original home made video was shot in 1997. We met through the internet some 10 years later and this is our dialogue!

Wow.  I just saw “Sicko,” and to my surprise I sawon the big screen my
encounter with you at Abbey Road from ten years ago. That was great!
Congratulations on making the film!!

I am the one-handed, fellow American there that day who was taking your picture.  Your hand-walking experience, while quite  painful to watch, definitely gave me a vivid lasting memory and story from my visit to Abbey Road, and I’ve told the story many times to my friends.  I always wondered how your shoulder turned out, and I’m glad everything was taken care of by the English medical system and that you are ok. Is there any way you make me a copy of the original footage from your trip…at least of that day at Abbey Road?  Or is there somewhere I could find it online?  I would really appreciate it.  Just let me know if you need me to somehow verify that it’s me.  I now live in San Francisco.  Hope all’s well,

Thanks!
Justin Wiener
PS: I don’t know if you remember or have it on  video, but that day I was
there with a girl.  I happened to see “Sicko”  tonight with her!

(And Here is My Response to Justin)

Justin!!!!!

Wow what a small world we live in! We met in London, and because of “Sicko” we connect via San Francisco.Olympia and the internet! That is way cool! You must have been in the picture to! I will let Micheal Moore’s office know that we connected like this. Itmakes a great footnote.

As for your request, there is a video posting of the event online. Here is the link. Just click the little movie icon below my picture. Let me know if that is good enough. I could possibly send you a vhs copy of the original shot. The paper copied it from my dvd and made a collage with an interview. Lot’s of people have seen it. I am getting a ton of feedback.

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– Justin <justindw@gmail.com> wrote:

That sounds fine, Eric.  Gash…if only you had a
DVD!  I don’t even have VHS
player here…but I think Sarah might have one.

So where can i send you the 10 bucks?

On 7/11/07, Eric Turnbow (E.T.)

I would need to bill you for shipping and a tape, Maybe ten bucks to cover my trouble?

Eric

Justin <justindw@gmail.com> wrote:
Eric,
I guess a watered down copy will do if you can’t
get a DVD.
Thanks! -Justin
On 7/10/07, Eric Turnbow (Responded)
I have it on dvd and vhs. The vhs will be a little watered down since I sent Michael Moore the originals. and he sent me back the dvd and kept the originals. I am not burning dvd’s yes, but could probably make you a watered down copy of all the Abbey Road stuff. I am glad you enjoyed the links. A lot of people have seen me in this flick! Incredible.
Eric
So  stay in touch check out the sign my boss put out at the club
I work at! Kind of cool……..
You may also want to read my report online! Check out
this link. Click the read more to see the whole story!
Thanks a lot, and great to hear from you. My shoulder
is fine.

Mr. Eric Turnbow

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More Fan Emails: From 2007

— Judy Ubusted <judyindaskyes@yahoo.com> wrote:
WOW!  I just watched the movie you attached to this email.  Are you interviewed in all the papers or just the Olympia one?  What were you doing on Abbey road that led to the hospital?? Michael Moore! Wow. Is he a cool person?  There’s quite a bit of controversy about him. He has some pretty good  thoughts about a lot of things.   I bet it was pretty awesome to actually be where the Beatles were.  Is there a lot of memorabilia of them?  So did you take your family over there on vacation, or did you go by yourself?  You are on home movies, so I was wondering.   So you do a show every night at the Viking??  Not real familiar with that area.  Is is a good place to go?    Let me know ok?
(And I Responded Here:)

Yes…. HUGE Beatles fan. That is what led to my part in “Sicko” in fact. Takes     place in London at Abbey Road!

Yeah
We work at The Viking every night singing Karaoke and dancing and having a great time. You should drop in sometime.

I went to England twice. Once in 1992 for 21 days,which also included a 3 day stint in Paris France. Itravelled alone on that one. The second trip in 1997 I travelled with a friend of mine. I liked this waybetter so you can share the experience. We were in London for about 9 days and took a few days off tgo to Amsterdam! The music history in London is cool.There is plenty of memorabilia to buy there trust me! Yes, Michael Moor is a great man. I admire his work. It was thrill to meet him and be in his movie! Any more questions?
ERIC

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More Fan E-Mails:

SnowDog729@aol.comwrote:

I saw Sicko today – my birthday gift to myself!!  – and really enjoyed your story.  I LOVE the Beatles, and if I could, I would spiderwalk  backwards toward Abbey Road Studios.  Sorry that you hurt your shoulder – but it was really funny, too.

 Best of luck
Barbara Pomer

(Eric’s Response)

Thanks Barbara

I am glad you liked it! Amazing to have my story chosen from 25,000 potential subjects! He had 500 hours of film to cut to 2 hours and he kept in my part! AMAZING!
Oh and happy birthday!

Eric

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Bill and Julie Brewster <bbrewst@gmail.com>

Hey Eric,
Billy Brewster here. Heard the news on NPR the other day, Google news…
you, and there you were!Standing on your hands again.  You’re not as
young as you used to be young man.  I tore my rotator cuff body surfing in Mexico but the pain wasn’t bad enough to go to the hospital.  I don’t think I would want to land in a hospital in another country than my own, but I
have heard a few success stories.  I still have clear memories of you walking up and down those stairs in your home as a kid.  Did you ever get an entry in the Guinness  World Book of Records for most consecutive days living life completely from hand stands? Well, I guess I have a reason to see “Sicko” now. It would be good to see it so I can have an intelligent conversation with my brother.  We failed miserably after F-9-11 came out.  I didn’t have a clue and he was all over it.

see you, Billy Brewster
currently residing in Gig Harbor,

(And My Response)On 7/4/07, Eric Turnbow (E.T.)

Thanks Bill! Great to hear from you my friend! And give me a ring when you are down this way. I will have you over. My house rocks! I also work in a club on Martin way almost every night, It is called The Viking. Come check it out sometime.Your Mom, Mary used to babysit me all the time when I was a little squirt. I would love to see her as well sometime.  Happy 4th!

My appearance in the major motion picture “Sicko” has brought me a lot of notoriety and fame. I have been in the paper (front page), online, video interviewed by the Olympian, on am radio komo 1000, and even linked to Micheal Moore’s site in new York. It has been great for business too, I am swamped,and loving it, Lots of $400 and upwards weddings right now. Viking is rocking better than ever, Over 85,000 songs. My cd has seen a new resurgence as well, Lots of interest since I sing a bit in the movie. It is crazy. It has been a lot more than just 15 minutes of fame…… Still counting.

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hosshoss@comcast.netwrote:  Monday, June 18, 2007 11:35 PM

I’m happy for you Eric !!!….good job…

Barton l Herigstad

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My sister said she has communicated with you by email. She is one hot smart cookie. Allays gives grea tadvice and is educated to the hilt. I am glad you connected in what little way possible. I admire her a lot, and am one damn proud brother, that is for sure!She has always supported me in whatever I try to do in life. That is a cool thing about her.

I also appreciate your support and assume that you are not the biggest Michael Moore fan out there, just like I am not a big George Bush fan. You know what I mean. I can agree to disagree. I have decided not to voice my politics at work in the future. It seems to have a conflicting effect! I will sort of just be “Politically correct” and conduct my duties as an all pro DJ! Sound good?

Good luck with your music. I have always admired your booming full voice. You have unmistakable raw talent. I can really see it in your performances! Stop by some night and sing one with me at The Viking, We will welcome you with open arms.

And remember, we all should walk down Abbey Road on ourhands, Hell, why not? They have free health care and cheap meds in Briton!

Eric

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(Another Fan Email from a Capital High Class Mate)

Subject: Re: [capitalhs79] Saw Eric’s & Michael’s Movie!
Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 10:27:19 -0700 (PDT)

Here is my review:   So, I rarely see movies any more before they come out on video – especially documentaries – but I had to make an exception to see our infamous classmate.  I saw “Sicko” Friday night, and in Canada, no less, while at a conference in Vancouver, so the crowd reactions were also quite interesting (puzzlement at the descriptions of US plans, deductibles, excluded pre-existing conditions, gasps for the poor cancer survivor who had to move in with her daughter, etc.).  Eric, your part was great
but painful to watch you fall.  Ouch, and your cameraman wanted you to do it again.  . . .    Do you have any plans to go back there now?   . . .   Your scenes drew many laughs, mine included.  Afterwards, I stayed and watched all the credits – I saw your name (right above Eddie Vedder’s actually).  I bragged to several strangers that I knew you.  Separate from the politics of it all, it was a very funny movie to see. I recommend it.
Hi to everyone.  Two more years until the 30th. Yikes.
Take care, Linda

(Eric Turnbow (E.T.) Responds)

A lot of people have heard me on komo radio. I found it ion the web. I had not heard it myself since it was originally broadcasted  in the wee hours when shut eye was still in effect. I got a kick out of finally hearing it online. I hope you will as well. And go see the flick if you have not yet! I saw it twice. Once in Seattle, and once in Lacey. During my part the audience shouted in recognition of an Olympia man being showcased. the girl that sold me my ticket did not believe me when I mentioned I was in the film.Fine with me. You cannot change the reality of it all! A very specific, and moving for for sure. Enjoy. And never take yourself all that seriously. It’s all good though.
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(Another Fan Email from a Capital High Class Mate)

Got back from AK and saw this little tempest.  I know I’m late with my comment here, but I got to say it. Eric, you’re just great! Gonna’ go see the movie now. Checked out the Olympian link, and love the footage. Hope we can meet up, maybe at one of Greg’s shows.

Joe

(And My Response to class mate Joe)

Thanks Joe. I really appreciate it. There has been a lot of feed back and I love every bit of it. I am glad a lot of people have seen the film. It is a great piece if work. I predict it will win the Oscar for best documentary. I look forward to seeing every one soon. I have had a busy summer to say the least. My involvement in the movie has been fabulous and led to
more work and exciting stuff. I think it may just follow me around for the rest of my life. Permanent, on the resume and all. I am very proud of it. Sort of kicks my career to a whole new level! Stay cool everyone, because life is good. You do not HAVE to CONFORM! Just be yourself.
Eric

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(This letter came from a Facebook Fan, and Family Friend, Valerie….)

Congratulations Eric!
That is so cool.  Remind me to tell you about our experience in England with taking Paige to the doctor there.
Long story short:  Paige was 2, before our trip I had been trying to get her treated through Group Health and they kept putting us off.   She was feeling a little better so we left for our planned trip to England.  After 2 days Paige fell ill again.  Instead of goofing around getting put off with an HMO — the English doctor admitted her to the hospital, actually gave her care, kept her in there for 3 days — and it didn’t cost anything.  They couldn’t understand why I was so worried about cost, they were focused on Paige not money.  They couldn’t understand why I kept trying to give them our insurance cards.  Then it dawned on me — they were concerned about my child’s health and not the MONEY.  We ended up making a donation to the hospital.
Paige had the best medical care in England — better than anything here.  So what we hear about their system being no good is just a bunch of crap.
Thanks Eric for sharing your story.
Valerie
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(Another Fan Email from a Capital High Class Mate Monday, July 9, 2007

Greg Roth <gregro@microsoft.com> wrote:

This is very cool! This is one movie I am not going to miss. I can’t  think of much more important subject then this. The Medical industrial complex and insurance companies are out of control. This  is the most prosperous nation in the world and yet we rank in the  high 30′s in medical coverage for our citizens. I feel fortunate to be covered but it is scary to know that certain treatment decisions are made as business decisions instead of medical ones. Thank you for  your contributions and passion for this subject.

(And Fellow Capital High Graduate Eric Responds)

Thanks Greg…

It has been a whirlwind of press and feedback for me.The Olympian interviewed me 3 times and posted the article and video online. Then I went on the radio and KIRO am1000 last Friday. My boss at The Viking is
digging the exposure. He put a congratulation’s to “Sicko Star” E.T. on the board outside, and encouraged people to stop in and meet me. They sure have!

I am glad you liked it! Amazing to have my story chosen from 25,000 potential subjects! He had 500 hours of film to cut to 2 hours and he kept in my part! AMAZING! I am proud to make that cut for sure!
Yes, it has been great for business as well.

And I enjoyed seeing your Band spread of pics back at the mother yahoo site. Way to go. Rock and Roll with tons of personality. When I saw you in High school starring in “God-spell” I knew you would get into the live performing arts! I ended up doing the same. but along the way ended up as more of a DJ Personality, and playing my guitar and writing songs more for the passion of it all. I guess I can make a better living as a D.J. and that is why I decided to go that route.I am a live musician at heart for sure. A bad-ass singer/songwriter inspired by The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Pink Floyd, and Neil Young among others.

Maybe I will see you again at Lakefair? It is just around the bend. I will keep an eye out for ALL fellow Class of “79graduates. They all seem to rock!

Eric

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(Another Fan Email from a Capital High Class Mate)

capitalhs79@yahoogroups.com, Kimberly Wakefield
Hey Eric,  How awesome is this?  Your email was great to
read and cant wait to see this movie.
Kim (Carroll) Wakefield

(My Response)….thanks Kimberly!

I hope you saw the article and video in The Olympian paper and online as well. It was posted at Micheal Moore’s website and picked up just about everywhere. Stay in touch….
Ps I will be on the radio, komo 1000 on Tuesday afternoon. I did a phone interview with them about my involvement in the movie. Crazy strike of luck eh?
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This cool photo was taken at The Seattle Premier of “Sicko” with Michael Moore in attendance!

This next piece was Published in a local Aberdeen Newspaper

Harbor man appears in Michael Moore’s ‘SiCKO’
By Callie White – Daily World Writer Thursday, July 12, 2007 10:54 AM

Aberdeen native Ken Aronson has a passion for music and entertainment. So it should be a dream come true to him that he and a song he wrote are very briefly featured in Michael Moore’s new movie “SiCKO,” a documentary about the American healthcare system. But the part-time karaoke jockey said he doesn’t feel he has received his due for the part he played in the movie.

Aronson’s story, the one told in “SiCKO,” starts with his love of the Beatles. He and his fellow Beatle-loving friend Eric Turnbow went together to England in April of 1997, they did the obligatory pilgrimage to Abbey Road, home to the studio that recorded the seminal “Abbey Road” album. Aronson videotaped the entire trip, starting with boarding the plane to get there.

So, of course, Aronson caught Turnbow doing the kind of stunt that tourists, intoxicated by being in an unfamiliar place, sometimes attempt. He started
walking across Abbey Road on his hands.

Paul McCartney’s bare feet may have been a “clue” to teenage conspiracy theorists back in the day that he was dead; Turnbow, crossing the street on
his bare hands, may have thought he was about to die when he came down, hard, putting his shoulder out of joint.

“We knew we had to take him to a hospital,”Aronson said. When they got there, Turnbow handed a credit card to the staff on duty, telling them they
could charge him for healthcare.

Socialized medicine:

But, Aronson said, that didn’t happen. Instead, Turnbow got some odd looks. Because of England’s socialized medical system, it cost Turnbow almost nothing. In the movie, Moore contrasts that with the American medical system.

“In the U.S., he’d have been out $2,000 at least,” Aronson said. In Britain, Turnbow had his arm reset for free; he was charged “three or four
pounds” for painkillers, about $6 at the time.

Aronson said the two were concerned they’d miss a tribute concert to Buddy Holly that was only a few hours from the time they got to the hospital. “We were out of there fast,” Aronson said. They didn’t miss a moment of the show, which Aronson said was “great.”

Aronson contrasted his friend’s experience inBritain with his here; not only has Aronson spent timein hospital waiting rooms, he is only now going in for surgery on his jaw and teeth, which were badly damaged when he was hit by a vehicle while working on the side
of his house.

Song in the movie:

“Before we left (for England), I came up with a song, ‘Oh England,’ ” Aronson said. He taped the two of them doing an acapella version, which was used in the movie. (About 3 seconds).

Aronson is miffed that he did not control Moore’s access to the video and song he claims are his work. Would he feel better if his name was in the credits? “I think so,” Aronson said. He added that he would
not mind a share of the royalties for the use of his song.

RE Ken Aronson article about “Sicko”…. My responce!

Sunday, July 22, 2007 4:33 PM
From:
“Eric Turnbow (E.T.)” <etcosmic2000@yahoo.com>
To:
“Aberdeen news” <letters@thedailyworld.com>

Letters to the editor:

RE: Harbor man appears in Sicko…..

My name is Eric Turnbow, and I am responding to the article you published about my involvement in the Micheal Moore feature “Sicko”. Feel free to print any of this in your paper as a letter to the editor!

First of all, I would like to be known straight up that there was no royalty or money payed out to me for the use of any info that was included in the film
“Sicko”. I signed a waiver allowing the film makers to use any material they needed for the movie.

I am miffed by the fact that Ken said he wanted “Control” over the use of the song “Oh England”, that we co-wrote together in the spirit of a Lennon/McCartney collaboration. In fact, I came up more than half the lyrics, and ALL the music to the song. Therefore it is “OUR” song. A joint venture. Let me point out that they never really used the song in the film. There is only a 4 second clip of both of ussinging a couple bars of it “Oh England Oh, oh, Oh England Here we go” while we were at the hotel room in London. That is it. The actual track is about 3 minutes and 54 seconds in length! I had given Micheal Moore a copy of my original cd “I’m Alive” and
released all rights to him should he be able to useany of it in the film, and he chose not top use the tracks.

I would also point out that I, Eric Turnbow own 100% of the copy write to this album. I wrote 14 and a halfof the tracks and sing all of them. I have registered all the songs with the U.S. Copy write Office. Ken chose not to pay for his half of the one song hecontributed to, and thus waived any rights he ever may have had for the use of this song! Instead we made a deal to cover his trouble where I sold him up to 100 copies of the cd at about HALF of my cost. He then re-sold them at a  profit. I financed 100 percent of
all studio time on this project and did not receive one single penny from Mr. Aronson. I also bought the rights from him to all the movie footage we shot of our London and Amsterdam vacation for $40 so I own the
rights to those as well. Here is the lyrics, and the proof that I own the copyrite in full!

OH ENGLAND

Co- Written By Eric Turnbow and Ken Aronson
Copyright Claimant: Song Rights Owned By E.T.© · on words, music & sound recording; Eric Turnbow, 1961- (E.T. Turnbow) Date of Creation: 1998 Work: Sound Recording and Music Registration Number / Date:
SRu000402834 / 1999-03-03

Title: I’m alive.
Description: Compact disc. Notes: Collection.
Copyright Claimant: © · on words, music & sound Recording;

Eric Turnbow, 1961-(E.T. Turnbow)

Date of Creation: 1998
Copyright Note: C.O. correspondence.
Names: Turnbow, Eric, 1961-
Turnbow, E.T.
The Library of Congress
United States Copyright Office
101 Independence Ave., S.E.
Washington, D.C. 20559-6000
202-707-3000

OH ENGLAND

Spoken ) England’s a barrel of fun,
straight up, I wouldn’t tell you no lie…..

(Chorus)
Oh England, whoa Oh
Oh England, here we go
Oh England, whoa Oh
Oh England, here we go

Take a trip to England,
fly across the sea
Take a trip to London,
just you and me
Hang out with the Beatles,
and sing at the BBC
Piccadilly Circus is the place to be

(Repeat chorus)

Dark fog is liftin’,
as we hit Trafalgar Square
Red buses stacked up,
and tourists everywhere
Pigeons lit softly,
on the lion statue’s hair
And the sound of music,
you could hear it in the air

(Repeat chorus)

Bed and breakfast,
with your best friend
Buckingham in the morning,
and it’s off to see Big Ben
Black taxi’s on narrow streets,
take us to Abbey Road
London’s overwhelming,
makes us overload

(Repeat chorus)

Oh England, whoa Oh
Oh England, it’s time to go

(Spoken) What-cha Mate!
Bloody come over on holiday to merry England
Do the pubs and clubs with a bird on each arm.
Tour by coach and drink a bevy on me gov’

Mr. Aronson does not even know who Micheal Moore is! He knew ahead of time about this project and had absolutely ZERO interest in it. He does not even know how to turn on a computer, let alone surf the net, so therefore he never could have contacted the film maker if he even wanted to. My email was chosen from 25,000 stories, and it is a miracle it made it into the film.
Mr. Moore had a 500 hour film that he had to trim to a mere 2 hours, yet my Abbey Road incident made the cut! Now that is some odds. Fantastic!

I think that Mr. Aronson is being an opportunistic imdividule in regards to  this whole incident. My screen time is 90 seconds, and his is, well about 4 seconds! Rather than complain about not being recognized, he should be thanking Micheal Moore, as well as Me, for including him in this project at all. Let’s not lose sight of the real issue here! Let’s take the focus off of any
“Credit due” and think about getting National Health care for every American! That is what this is all about! That is what is important. Our system sucks, and needs an overhaul. Let’s not drop the ball and make a big deal out of nothing at all. Ken waived his rights to any compensation and credit. Now He may regret the fact that he sold off any rights he never had in the first place, So give me a break! This is just silly!

While you are at it go and see “Sicko”. The movie rocks and I am very proud to be a part of it! My blogs and web pages, newspaper interviews, and komo radio appearances are all over the internet and translated
into different languages and everything. It has been awesome to be a small part of such a noble cause. It has been great reccognition for my business as well,and you can catch my Karaoke and DJ show 7 days a week
at the Viking Lounge (6318 Martin Way…. in Lacey
Washington).

As for Ken….. well, good luck to him. He likes to make mountains out of mole hills. His info is incorrect and certainly inaccurate. He needs to move on and get a life I suppose. this disgruntled attitude will not get him very far. In the meantime, I will see you in the movie aisles!I would be happy to discuss with you further. I am
passionate about this subject.

Thank You!

Mr. Eric Turnbow
email:   etcosmic2000@yahoo.com
website:   http://cosmickaraoke.com
phone:  360 943-7039

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So…. Many moons later, the next Chapter arrives:

Hoquiam man to Michael Moore: You stole my song

Washingtonian sues liberal filmmaker over use of song, video in ‘Sicko’
By LEVI PULKKINEN, SEATTLEPI.COM STAFF Wednesday, April 28, 2010

A Western Washington man has filed a copyright lawsuit against Michael Moore‘s production company, claiming the film maker and political commentator unlawfully used his song in the 2007 film “Sicko.”

Beginning the lawsuit with a quote from an interview Moore gave to MTV — “I’m not a big supporter of copyright laws in this country” — attorneys for Hoquiam resident Ken Aronson claim Moore’s company stole a song and video he recorded while visiting London with a friend a decade ago.

Recounting the scene in a civil complaint filed with the U.S. District Court at Tacoma, attorneys for Aronson claim the video showed Aronson’s friend attempting to cross Abbey Road, of Beatles fame, while walking on his hands. The man took a fall, injured his shoulder and was treated at an English hospital.

According to the complaint, Aronson’s friend responded to a mass request for health care stories Moore sent to his fans in February 2006. The other man reported having difficulty getting medical care in the United States in the years before his English tumble, and remarked that the British system treated him better.

The man’s submission, one of 25,000 submissions received by Moore’s Dog Eat Dog Films Inc., was selected for inclusion in “Sicko,” which offered Moore’s take on the health care situation in the United States.

Allegedly unknown to Aronson, the man had kept a copy of the video. He provided it to Moore’s production company along with a copy of the song “Oh England,” both of which were included in the film.

Claiming Moore’s company should have known Aronson was the videographer and copyright holder, his attorneys contend Dog Eat Dog Films failed to seek his permission to use either the video or song. Writing the court, attorney Thomas B. Vertetisclaimed Aronson’s privacy was invaded by the video’s inclusion in “Sicko.”

“(Dog Eat Dog Films’) unauthorized distribution of (Aronson’s) home video gave publicity to a matter concerning (his) private life,” Vertetis said in court documents. “As a result of the publication, Mr. Aronson suffered negative comment from community members and suffered negative impact to his business expectancy.”

Since its release, the film has grossed more than $50 million. Aronson has asked the court to award him a portion of that, though no specific amount is stated in the complaint. Dog Eat Dog Films has not yet filed a response to the lawsuit.

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So here is the Big Update! There was a Key Karma Ruling on all this greedy nonsense.  Judge Strombom’s ruling,  included a mandated $10,000 fine against Aronson and ordered him to pay Moore’s attorney fees. And they do not come cheap. This was a very expensive Ambulance chase! Well over 10 Grand if you count the Lawyer fees! (KARMA)!

Originally published Sunday, September 5, 2010 at 6:26 PM

Judge tosses out privacy claim against Michael Moore over ‘Sicko’ segment

A federal magistrate judge in Tacoma has thrown out key claims in a lawsuit filed against controversial filmmaker Michael Moore and his Academy Award-nominated documentary “Sicko,” the first use of a state law that bars lawsuits targeting conduct associated with free speech and the First Amendment.

A federal magistrate judge in Tacoma has thrown out key claims in a lawsuit filed against controversial filmmaker Michael Moore and his Academy Award-nominated documentary “Sicko,” the first use of a state law that bars lawsuits targeting conduct associated with free speech and the First Amendment.

Judge Karen Strombom last week granted Moore’s motion to dismiss claims of invasion of privacy and “misappropriation of likeness” filed by Hoquiam resident Ken Aronson, ruling that Moore’s use of 71 seconds of video belonging to Aronson was based on Moore’s exploration of an issue of significant public concern — health care — and that its use was protected by the First Amendment.

A federal copyright-infringement claim survived, said Aronson’s Tacoma lawyer, Thomas Vertetis. He said Aronson is considering appealing Strombom’s ruling, which included a mandated $10,000 fine against Aronson and ordered him to pay Moore’s attorney fees.

“This is a nasty law,” he said. “It has a chilling effect on property rights.”At issue was a snippet of video taken from several hours of tape Aronson shot while touring England with a friend, Eric Turnbow, in 1997.

It showed Turnbow attempting to walk on his hands across Abbey Road and falling, injuring himself. It also contained a brief snatch of a song Aronson composed and sang. According to court filings, Aronson’s voice and photograph appear in 16 seconds of the tape.

Turnbow, a fan of Michael Moore’s, sent tape to the filmmaker in 2006. Moore was soliciting stories about health care outside the U.S. Turnbow’s shoulder injury was treated in a British hospital, and Moore used it to compare the health-care systems in the two countries.

However, Turnbow did not have Aronson’s permission to send the tape, and Aronson never signed a waiver, although Turnbow did, according to the pleadings. Aronson sued, claiming Moore invaded his privacy and used his image and voice without compensation or permission.

Moore, whose film “Sicko” garnered a nomination for best documentary at the 2007 Academy Awards and grossed nearly $35 million worldwide, argued the video was used “in furtherance” of Moore’s constitutional right of free speech in connection with an issue of public concern — health care — and was protected.

He relied on revisions to a 2002 law that have been on the books only since June sharply limiting what is known among First Amendment lawyers as “strategic lawsuits against public participation,” or the Washington anti-SLAPP law.

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Strombom noted that the Legislature found in 2002 such strategic lawsuits are often “designed to intimidate the exercise of First Amendment rights” and lawmakers saw fit to enact anti-SLAPP legislation to “encourage the reporting of potential wrongdoing to government entities by protecting reporting parties from the threat of retaliatory lawsuits.”

Amendments to the law this past session “vastly expanded the type of conduct protected by the act,” and allowed targets of SLAPP lawsuits to seek a special motion to dismiss claims early in the process. That’s the provision under which Moore sought to dismiss Aronson’s claim.

Moore’s attorney in Seattle, Bruce Johnson, was the author of that legislation and said the idea was to give plaintiffs exercising their First Amendment rights and targeted by strategic lawsuits “an early resolution and dismissal of a claim” so they don’t have to waste time and resources in court.Johnson, with the law firm Davis Wright Tremaine, also represents The Seattle Times. Vertetis, Aronson’s attorney, said his client wasn’t trying to do anything but protect what was his.”This wasn’t a strategic lawsuit,” he said. “This is a good man who had his videotape used without his permission.”

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Michael Moore Sees Charges Against Him & “Sicko” Film Thrown Out of Court

 September 16, 2010 1:04 PM

Michael Moore’s film “Sicko” continues to deliver attention to the director. A federal magistrate in Washington state threw out major portions of a lawsuit filed against filmmaker Michael Moore and his documentary “Sicko.” The Academy Award-nominated director’s film deals with healthcare. A new state law prohibits lawsuits targeting conduct associated with free speech and the First Amendment. The Moore case was the first application of the law.The Seattle Times said U.S. Magistrate Judge Karen Strombom in Tacoma granted Moore’s request to dismiss invasion of privacy and “misappropriation of likeness” claims. The claims were in the suit filed by Hoquiam, Wash., resident Ken Aronson.The magistrate judge said Moore’s use of 71 seconds of video owned by Aronson was part of the debate on an issue of significant public concern, healthcare, and its use was protected by the free speech guarantees of the First Amendment, the Times said.The video was sent by Aronson’s friend Eric Turnbow — Moore was asking for healthcare depictions from overseas — and showed Turnbow being injured and treated in England after trying to walk on his hands across Abbey Road in London.Turnbow signed a waiver but Aronson did not, the newspaper said.Though a claim of copyright infringement survives, Aronson was ordered to pay a $10,000 fine and Moore’s legal expenses.Aronson’s lawyer said he is considering an appeal.

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Anti-SLAPP Law Used To Protect Michael Moore’s Use Of Video Clip

from the slapp-back dept

We’ve been covering various stories about anti-SLAPP laws — the important set of (state) laws that protect people who are sued not for any significant legal reasons, but in order to silence them — and there’s been a first ruling on Washington State’s anti-SLAPP law, which is a bit different than the typical anti-SLAPP ruling. Thomas O’Toole points us to the news that filmmaker Michael Moore has prevailed over a privacy rights claim that was brought against him. Whatever you think of Moore as a fillmmaker (and, seriously, please don’t turn the comments into a pro/con fight over Moore), this case is pretty interesting.

It involved a clip that Moore used in his film Sicko, that was sent to him by the subject of the video, but not by the guy who filmed it:

At issue was a snippet of video taken from several hours of tape Aronson shot while touring England with a friend, Eric Turnbow, in 1997. It showed Turnbow attempting to walk on his hands across Abbey Road and falling, injuring himself. It also contained a brief snatch of a song Aronson composed and sang. According to court filings, Aronson’s voice and photograph appear in 16 seconds of the tape.

Turnbow, a fan of Michael Moore’s, sent tape to the filmmaker in 2006. Moore was soliciting stories about health care outside the U.S. Turnbow’s shoulder injury was treated in a British hospital, and Moore used it to compare the health-care systems in the two countries. However, Turnbow did not have Aronson’s permission to send the tape, and Aronson never signed a waiver, although Turnbow did, according to the pleadings.

Aronson then sued, saying it was a violation of his rights, but the court tossed it out and ordered that Aronson pay Moore for filing a SLAPP lawsuit. Aronson’s lawyer, not surprisingly, was not at all happy with the ruling:

“This wasn’t a strategic lawsuit,” he said. “This is a good man who had his videotape used without his permission.”

It’s definitely true that this does seem to be a rather broad interpretation of a SLAPP, but on the whole, such anti-SLAPP results are a good thing for free speech. Threatening or suing people for making a statement of any kind is problematic if you believe in free speech rights. It will be worth watching to see if there’s an appeal in this case, as it could really bring out some questions about the limits on anti-SLAPP rulings (at least in Washington… but it could impact laws elsewhere).

Sep 9th, 2010 @ 9:40am

http://ericturnbow.com/Reading through the site’s main page (I’d link to a specific section, but can’t – poor site coding) it appears that Turnbow owns the copyright to the song – purely. Aronson gave up his rights to that for 100 CDs of the album that he only helped in writing a part of the lyrics for one song.The video though, that’s another story… Here’s my question – if Aronson had wanted to send it in, he would have absolutely had to get a waiver from Turnbow, as he was the “subject” of the clip. I mean, that’s why they fuzz out faces on Cops, right? But what about Turnbow? It looks to me like this may be one of those shitty Joint Ownership things, where the “Author” (in this case, Aronson) would own the rights, but couldn’t do squat without permission from the subject, Turnbow. I dunno. It’s all just silly really.Last point though, couldn’t this all be done under Fair Use? I mean, it was for “educational” purposes (though Moore made dough, obviously).
In an atypical use of an anti-SLAPPS law, in 2010 a federal magistrate dismissed a copyright infringement suit against Michael Moore’s production company stemming from his having used a clip from Ken Aronson’s own film documenting his friend Eric Turnbow’s mishap in England. See Aronson v. Dog Eat Dog Films, INc., 2010 U.S. Dist. LEXIS 91417 (W.D. Wash. 2010).
Ken Aronson, the man who sued Michael Moore’s film company for using 71 seconds of his film footage for the documentary “Sicko,” is appealing a federal judge’s order last week to dismiss his invasion of privacy and misappropriation of likeness claims on free speech grounds. The Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals will be asked to review whether Moore’s use of the video is allowed under the First Amendment and whether the judge should have applied Washington state’s new anti-SLAPP law in throwing out key claims. Certainly a case to watch.

Michael Moore Sued for “Sicko” Video

Apr. 30 2010 at 10:27 AM
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Annoying? Maybe. Guilty of copyright infringement? Probably not.

​Ken Aronson of Hoquiam claims he’s got grounds to sue bullhorn-wielding documentarian Michael Moore. But judging by the lawsuit he’s just filed in Tacoma, it sounds like his real beef is with a friend.A decade ago, Aronson was in London when he decided to record said pal crossing Abbey Road on his hands. The friend fell, hurt his shoulder and was treated at an English hospital.

Flash forward a few years. Before filming his 2007 jeremiad against the health care industry, Moore’s production company puts out a call for user-submitted tales of woe. Aronson’s friend sends video of their London trip along with a song they wrote to commemorate the occasion, called “Oh England.”

It portrayed an American talking about the higher standard of care in British hospitals, so Moore decided to use it. And that’s when Aronson decided his copyright had been infringed.

Aronson claims he had no idea his friend kept the film. And says that Moore should have first contacted the original owner (him) to ask for permission before putting it in his movie.

Aronson’s lawsuit doesn’t specify how much money he’s seeking. It just asks the court to award him part of the $50 million “Sicko” grossed, due to the “negative impact” it’s had on his “business expectancy.”

 

E.T. in Michael Moore’s film SiCKO By Frank Davies 2007

E.T. in Michael Moore’s film SiCKO  By Frank Davies  2007

Who would have thought that a pilgrimage to the land of the
Beatles would result in millions of people seeing one of the
most embarrassing escapades of the journey years later? Karaoke
Jock, DJ and musician Eric Turnbow certainly didn’t expect that
doing a hand stand on Abby Road (at the cross walk made infamous
by controversy over a photo of the Beatles used for their album:
“Abby Road”) would be his ticket to the proverbial 15 minutes of
fame we may all be entitled to. But as luck and misfortune would
both have it, he fell. From attempted hand stand to crashing
down on the pavement and rising again with a dislocated shoulder
was caught on film by his buddy who continued filming as Eric
began to realize that his shoulder was not quite right. Eric is
known in his family as the one who documents their events, and
so his trip to England, special as it was to him, was likewise
well documented. Included were clips of Eric: singing a-capella
“Oh England” at the London Hotel, sitting on the steps of the
legendary “Abby Road Studios”, up in the Hospital after having
my shoulder pushed back into place by English medics, and
enjoying his “less than $10″ medication, in addition to the
above mentioned fall.

Fast forward to now. Eric contacted Michael Moore with his story
and out of the tens of thousands sent in, his story was used or
at least the parts Michael Moore decided upon. Yep, Puget
Sound’s own CosmicKaraoke.com KJ E.T. is being seen in one of
the top five grossing documentaries of all time… SiCKO, in
1,200 theatres across the country. The result has been good for
Eric, getting to meet Michael More at the Seattle opening, and
being interviewed by local radio and press. He is also mentioned
now in blogs and bulletin boards on the internet. There is a
lesson in all of this for you entertainers… “fame is good.”
Eric is mentioned in the film’s credits right above Pearl Jam’s
Eddie Vedder. So now there are two ways to see E.T., catch him
live at the Viking in Lacey, or as comic relief in SiCKO at your
local theater.

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Our Healthcare System Sucks, Part II

By Doug Bremner  (Eric’s Grade School Chum)

Physician, researcher and author of ‘Before You Take That Pill’Posted: November 6, 2007 09:38 PMI posted on our messed up healthcare system and the total lack of leadership to do anything about it and got a lot of responses reaffirming how pissed off people are about this country. A lot of you said that Bush and the Republicans were to blame and I couldn’t agree more. I mean, Bush has got a pretty good insurance plan. In fact he has his own personal doctor. Is this an ENTITLEMENT? And for the Republicans, getting sick has become equivalent to moral weakness or lack of patriotism. How messed up is that?

You have may have seen Michael More’s film Sicko and remember the guy doing handstands in England who dislocated his shoulder and got free and excellent healthcare in England. Well his name is Eric Turnbow and I actually went to High School with him in Olympia, Washington. And amazingly enough I had an almost identical experience in Denmark.

You see after giving a lecture in Aarhus, Denmark, I was walking down one of the streets of the city and my attention was caught by a pretty Danish girl across the street (thank goodness my wife doesn’t read this blog, please don’t tell) and tripped over a scaffolding on the side walk. After getting back to my hotel room I pulled up my pant leg and was freaked out when I saw a huge gash cutting through to the bone. What was my first thought? You guessed it: how much is this going to cost me in a country that doesn’t take Blue Cross/Blue Shield?

Well I dragged my sorry ass over to the medical school where I was to attend a dinner in my honour and there was an ER conveniently located across the street. There I was attended by an attractive and very professional Danish doctor who neatly sewed me up.  Afterwards I stood up and asked the inevitable question.”How much do I owe?” “Nothing,” she said. “We have National Healthcare here.” “Even if I am a foreigner?” I asked, incredulous.”Nothing at all,” she said.Well I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t even have to fill out any paperwork. Afterwards as I limped across the street I wondered, do we really have the best healthcare in the country? Hmmm. Probably not. And definitely not the prettiest doctors!

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(This is a cool article I found online which mentions Me!)

Sicko Synopsis  “Without Feathers”…….

For the second part of my public service project “I watched Sicko so you wouldn’t have to” I present a detailed synopsis of the movie that will at once inform you of the content of said film and also allow you to engage in debate over the film without having to endure taunts from liberals that you are “criticizing a movie that you haven’t even seen.” If you attend this post carefully, you will easily pass any movie trivia quiz the Moorish throw at you.

This synopsis is presented with as much objectivity as I can muster. I will reserve my editorial comments for a subsequent post.

Sicko begins with a clip of President Bush’s well known gaff about OB/GYNs practicing there “love for women.” The film then quickly cuts to introductions of Adam and Rick. Adam has just had an accident and is about to sew up a deep gash across his knee himself rather than incur the financial burden of going to an emergency room for treatment. Rick shows the circular saw where, he explains, he cut off the tips of two fingers. Uninsured, he had to choose between having the tip of his ring finger reattached for $12,000 or the tip of his middle finger for $60,000. Moore’s narration explains that Rick, “a hopeless romantic” chose the ring finger.

Moore tells us that 50 million Americans are without health insurance and 18,000 of them die every year because of that. But, he assures us, this film is not about those people, but about the 250 million who do have health insurance and are “living the American dream.”

The film then cuts to a scene of Larry (former union machinist) and Donna (former newspaper editor) driving to their daughter’s home where they will take up residence because Larry’s three heart attacks and Donna’s cancer have left them unemployed and uninsured. Larry and Donna’s children are willing to help, but can’t understand how the system left them in such a sorry state. The son-in-law is leaving that day for a job on a plumbing contract in Iraq.

Several more cases are introduced: Laura was in a traffic accident but her insurance refused to cover an ambulance ride because it was not pre-approved; Jason was rejected because he was underweight (six feet tall, 130 lbs); A fat girl was rejected because of her body mass index. Moore reveals that he received 25,000 responses to a solicitation for health care horror stories. He also states that he received hundreds of letters from people who work in the industry and are “fed up” with what they are doing to people.

The film introduces several more people: Becky Melki whose job was to collect information from applicants that would later be used to deny them coverage; Dr. Linda Pino, former medical director of Humana, who testified to congress about her employers zeal to deny claims, including one that she is sure resulted in the death of the claimant — but resulted in a half million dollar savings to Humana.

We also see a little girl who was denied a second cochlear implant because the insurer, CIGNA, contends that cochlear implants for both ears are experimental. Other people report similar stories including one who’s life was saved because she was in Japan when she collapsed and so received life-saving cancer therapy that had been denied by her insurer. We are informed that two of the others died because they were denied treatment.

The list continues on for the rest of the first half hour of the film. Moore then provides a short history of how the current system of health insurance in the U.S. evolved. We hear a tape recording from the Oval Office identified as taking place on February 17, 1971, 5:23PM. John Ehrlichman is reporting to Richard Nixon on Edgar Kaiser’s Permanente plan for his employees. Ehrlichman explains that the plan works because “All incentives run toward less medical care.” Nixon is enthusiastic about this, and the next day announces that his administration will be developing a strategy to assure that all Americans have health coverage. In 1973, Nixon announces an HMO program (based on Kaiser Permanente) that he will present to congress.

The film then cuts to 1993 and Hillary Clinton (Bill’s “little lady… sassy, smart, sexy”) and tells us that “some men couldn’t handle it” while showing pictures of various Republicans. Hillary Clinton decides to make health care for everyone her priority and is given the charter to do so by her husband, President Bill Clinton. Clips show various Republicans criticizing the effort, including a clip of Hillary comparing Republican Congressman Dick Armey to Dr. Jack Kevorkian.

Cut-away to a clever montage cold war era “Red Menace” film clips as Moore describes historic resistance to national health care. The principal opponent being the American Medical Association which sponsored a nationwide series home “coffee klatches” to present a recording of Ronald Reagan excoriating “socialized medicine.” We are then told that the health care industry spent $100 million to defeat Hillary’s plan as the U.S. slipped to #37 in health care — just below Costa Rico.

We see television reports of record health industry profits and CEO compensation, and Hillary is reputed to be rewarded with the second largest political contribution from the health care industry in history. A clip shows an assemblage of various congresspeople labeled with campaign contribution amounts from the health care industry. George Bush is revealed to be the top recipient.

The film then focuses on Republican Representative Billy Tauzin who is shown in clip after clip proclaiming his love for his mother. We are reminded that Bush signed into law the Medicare Drug Improvement and Modernization Act, which Moore claims contributed directly to making drugs more expensive. Moore also notes that 14 congressional aids subsequently went to work for the health care industry and that Billy Tauzin became the CEO of PHARMA, the drug industries lobbying organization for a salary of $2 million per year.

Adrian Campbell, mother of two, is shown driving to Canada. At 22 Adrian has contracted cervical cancer. Adrian explains that her insurance company refused to pay for treatment because they say it is not possible for a 22 year old to contract cervical cancer. Adrian tries to get a national health card by using her boyfriend Kyle’s address in Canada and claiming to be his common law wife. The clinic is suspicious and calls the police. Adrian and Moore’s camera crew try to find another clinic, but the police are already there waiting for her.

Film clips show Bill O’Reilly, Stephen Forbes and various news reports claiming that Canadians wait 9-10 months for bypass surgery. Moore asks his Canadian relatives about this. They meet at a Sears in Canada where the relatives are buying supplemental medical insurance for a trip to the U.S. They explain that a friend suffered a head injury on vacation in Hawaii and incurred $600,000 in medical expenses.

Another Canadian, Larry Godfreid suffered a shoulder injury while golfing in Florida. When told it would cost $24,000 for surgery, Larry returned to Canada for free care. Larry mentions that he is a conservative and tells Moore about (Anthony) Tony Douglas, whom he describes as the most important person in Canadian history. Douglas was the founder of the national health system in Canada. Moore also interviews a man who had four fingers severed in an accident and reattached at no cost in a Canadian hospital. We also see several patients in a hospital waiting room who all describe the service as fast and excellent. One says the it is a “fabulous system.” Moore notes that Canadians live three years longer, on average, than Americans.

Eric Turnbow attempted to walk across Abbey Road on his hands in homage to his idols the Beatles. This caused him to dislocate his shoulder. He was taken to hospital in London where he was astonished to learn that not only was the care free, but that all of his prescriptions came to about $10. All prescriptions in Britain are about $10 dollars, and only working adults are expected to pay. Pharmacies are for medical supplies only. A cashier is shown and it is explained that the sole purpose of the window is to reimburse patients who had to pay for transport out of their own pocket. Moore also notes that Britons are provided with six months of paid and, if they want, six months of unpaid maternity leave.

Moore interviews several other American ex-patriots in London who all describe the national health system as excellent. A film clip of an old Soviet propaganda film of farmers harvesting wheat is shown while Moore states that “back home in America, we’ve socialized lots of things” — firefighters, schools, postal service, libraries and police.

Sicko Synopsis

Moore interviews Tony Benn, former (far left) Labor MP. Benn discusses the origin of Britain’s National Health System (NHS) in 1948. He emphasizes that it was not created as a charity, it was and is a taxpayer provided service. Moore notes that in 1948 Britain was near bankruptcy and struggling to recover from World War II. Benn says that even Mrs. Thatcher felt the need to assure Britons that she would not touch the system.

The Rolling Stones’ “Street Fighting Man” plays in the background.

Moore quotes a JAMA (Journal of the American Medical Association) study comparing the health of 55 to 64 year olds in Britain and the U.S. In most categories, Britons are healthier than Americans. The study also notes that the poorest in Britain can expect to live longer than the richest in America.

We are introduced to a NHS doctor who tells us that he is happy not to have to deal with money at all or ever have to turn away patients. Moore questions him about his financial status. The doctor explains that he owns a million dollar home and drives a high-end Audi. He is paid about 85,000 pounds (~$170,000) per year and the average at the practice where he works is about 100,000 pounds (~$200,000). Under a new NHS plan, doctors are rewarded for positive outcomes with their patients. Moore comments that U.S. doctors need have no fear of universal health care and the doctor agrees.

Cut back to Tony Benn who comments that democracy is the most revolutionary force in the world — more revolutionary than socialism. He notes that freedom of choice depends on economics and that the system works to keep people hopeless. The system doesn’t want people educated, healthy and confident, according to Moore.

Moore explains, over a clip of a film entitled “Life in America” that the U.S. has the worst infant mortality in the western world and poor public education. Moore says that student loans create compliant workers and shows a clip of a Bush admirer telling the President that she works three jobs which Bush notes is “uniquely American.” Various clips show commercials promoting drugs and children flying a kite in an unspecified, but apparently middle eastern country.

Donelle Keyes was insured by Kaiser Permanente when her 18 month old daughter Mychelle came down with a fever and headaches. The child was taken to Martin Luther King hospital in South Central Los Angeles, but the hospital administration tells her that her insurance will not cover care at the hospital and Mychelle should be taken to an “in network hospital.” Donelle refuses to take her daughter to the Kaiser Permanente facility and continues to plead with MLK administrators to ignore the insurance rules and treat her daughter there and then at no charge. After several hours, Donelle is escorted out of the building with her daughter and they are put in a car to be transported to a Kaiser Permanente hospital. Mychelle dies at the second hospital.

Karina’s daughter Zoe also comes down with a high fever, but Zoe is admitted to a hospital immediately and remains there from Friday to Sunday at no cost because they live in France. Moore notes that the French “live much longer” than Americans. Alexi Ceumeaux lived in the U.S. for most of his adult life, but when he developed cancer he returned to France for treatment because he could not afford treatment in the U.S. In France he was given three months of treatment plus three months of paid recuperation. Dr. Jacques Milliez notes that in France health care depends on need while in the U.S. care depends on means. This, he says, is the result of the solidarity of the French people.

Moore meets with several U.S. ex-patriots living in France. One has type 1 diabetes and was afraid to fill out the medical forms when registering for health care upon his arrival in France. There was no need to worry because there are no exclusions for pre-existing conditions. He spent a year in the hospital. A woman tells of her experiences noting that with four boys she has made several trips to the emergency room and never waited more than an hour for care.

S.O.S. Medicins is a private service (in France) that makes 24 hour house calls. Amidst scenes of one patient in his home dropping his pants for an injection, we learn that the service was started 40 years ago by a doctor who discovered that he could obtain plumbing service 24 hours a day, but not medical service.

Moore continues with the expats who note that France is a family friendly country offering day care for about $1/hour, free college tuition and five weeks (minimum) paid vacation — many people get eight weeks, unlimited sick leave and a 35 hour work week. One of the expats suggests that the reason so this is all possible is because French workers are so much more productive than U.S. workers. The French government will provide a nanny free of charge, twice a week for four hours, to new mothers. The nanny is an employee of the government and will even cook dinner if asked. One of the expats says she feels a little bad about having it so much better in France than her relatives back in the U.S. Another notes that in France the government is afraid of the people instead of the other way around.

We see scenes of French protesters including a demonstration of about 160,000 students. The various demonstrations are for free housing, more days off and other benefits.

Moore wonders about taxes which, he says, must be very high to afford all of these amenities. He visits an “average middle class family” living in a comfortable Paris apartment. There combined gross income is about $8000/month. The mortgage on the apartment costs them about $1575/month. They own two cars and have no debt other than their mortgage. There biggest expense is food (“feesh and vegetables”). There next major expense is the holidays they take traveling all over the world. They tell us they are happy.

“Why does the government and media want us to hate the French?” Asks Moore. Are they worried we might like the French and their ways of doing things? This is enough to make him put away his freedom fires.

 

Sicko Synopsis

Meanwhile, back at home, hospitals have found a new way to deal with patients who couldn’t pay their bill. A witness reports seeing a cab pull up…a shelter secuirty officer says: “[a cab] dropped Carol off.” She walked down to the entrance completely confused wearing only a hospital gown [clip shows she is actually wearing additional garments] carry a bag. A shelter staff worker approaches Carol. It turns out that Kaiser Permanente pur her in the cab and sent it to the shelter. Over 50 patients have been similarly dumped there.

James Lott, Executive Vice President, Hospital Association of Southern California, says that they try to find someplace for them to go rather than just open the door, but right now skid row is the best bet in town.. County Hospital (run by the University of Southern California) dumped another patient off at the curb, incurring an investigation by Deputy County Attorney, Gordon Turner.

Moore than addresses the audience: “May I take a minute to ask a question that has been on my mind? Who are we? What have we become?” A clip shows a scene of a rural community cooperating and helping each other. Moore continues: “They say you can judge a society by how it treats those who are worst off. But is the opposite true: That you can judge a society by how it treats its best, its heroes?” We see a montage of prominent people praising the 9/11 rescue workers in 2001-02.

“5 years later” we are introduced to several volunteer rescue workers now suffering various ailments which are believed to be associated with the work site. William (Bill) Marr suffers from post traumatic distress syndrome and persistent nightmares from his experience recovering bodies and body parts from “the pile.” His teeth have been permanently damaged as a result of night-time grinding. Reggie Cervantes was a volunteer EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) who now has trouble breathing and a persistent cough. She remembers having trouble breathing from the end of the first week at Ground Zero. She was forced to quit her job and move out of the City.

A montage of clips shows: Bush naming 15 terrorists who have been transfered to Guantanamo Bay Detention Center; various government officials describing the detainees as dangerous people; military officers describing the “excellent” health care they are receiving and noting that the health personnel to detainee ratio is one-to-four. The montage also include clips of the detainees eating and playing soccer. A military spokesperson says that the health care the detainees are receiving is comparable to the best HMOs.

Moore takes a group of the 9/11 rescue workers introduced earlier including Bill, Reggie and John, as well as Donna Smith (the woman who moved into her daughters house early in the film) from which they depart to Guantanamo in three boats as stirring music plays in the soundtrack. A cutaway shows the seal of the U.S. Dept of Homeland Security while a scroll-over declares: “Homeland Security laws of the United States of America prohibit the filmakers from revealing how they got to their destination.” Cut back to a scene of three fishing boats outside of the Guantanamo Bay U.S. Naval Station from which Moore yells at a distant guard tower (eventually using a bullhorn) but receives no response.

Cut to scenes of Cuba/Havana and Moore leading the group around Havana looking for a doctor and pharmacy. Over ominous music we see clips depicting Cuba as “the worst place on Earth.” Moore suggests that the reason for U.S. policy is that Castro “replaced a dictator we liked with one that we didn’t like.” Despite U.S. views, Cuba is known around the world as having not only one of the best health care systems, but also for being one of the most generous in providing doctors and medical equipment to third world countries.

Compared to U.S. spending of $6000 per person for health care, Cuba spends only $251 per person yet has a lower infant mortality rate and longer life expectancy. We then see a scene of a bare-shelved pharmacy (in Havana) .  There are few medications in sight but, by  happy coincidence, the medications needed all are found in a drawer. One of the 9/11 rescue workers notes that this medication costs hundreds of dollars back in the U.S. but only about five cents in Cuba.

The group arrives at Havana Hospital, an imposing high-rise with clean, bright, modern reception area. The admission process requires only name and date of birth which takes just a few minutes. The group is welcomed by Doctor Jaime Wright who speaks English well. Dr. Wright promises the group first class care. Moore asks for the same care given to Cuban citizens and he is assured that there is only one standard of care in Cuba. We see scenes of the patients being examined, surrounded by doctors and nurses and finally a scene of one of the group being scanned in a recent Phillips MRI, as well as tests being conducted in a modern, well equiped lab.

Pediatrician Aleida Guevara (Che Guevara’s daughter) explains that Cuba is a “…little island with few resources, but can do a lot to improve the health of its people.” Dr. Guevara wonders why this does not happen in the United States. She wonders how this is possible in Cuba and not in the U.S. She notes that the more a country produces, the richer it gets, the more it should give to its people. In Cuba, patients are all given treatment.

Finished with their treatment at Havana Hospital — they are also bringing back drugs and treatment regimens — the group of 9/11 volunteers visit a Havana firehouse where the firefighters stand at attention to “honor heroes of 9/11.” The commander says that firefighters around the world are all brothers. The two groups greet each other, shake hands and hug.

As Moore was working on this film in 2006, he learned that the man who runs the biggest anti-Michael Moore website on the internet would have to shut down the site because he could no longer afford to keep it running because his wife was ill and they couldn’t afford to pay for insurance. Moore felt that it wasn’t right for the man to have to curtail his protests because of his wife’s illness, so he sent him an anonymous check for $12,000. The man’s wife recovered and the website is still going strong.

Moore wraps up the film with these observations: Everywhere else in the world, people take care of each other. We have a history of adopting better ideas from around the world, so why can’t we follow their example and take care of each other? The insurance companies, according to Moore, hope that we remain the only country in the world that doesn’t have “free” universal health care because this is part of strategy to maintain a choke-hold on U.S. citizens with the burden of student loans, medical bills and expensive daycare. The film closes with Moore carrying a laundry basket up the steps of the U.S. Capitol. “I’m going to get the government to do my laundry.” He says.

Closing credits roll over the sound of Cat Stevens performing “Don’t be Shy.” In the list of acknowledgments, Moore thanks Kurt Vonnegut “for everything” and dedicates the film to his mother. A graphic notes: “Any American interested in marrying a Canadian for free health care: www.hook-a-canuck.com.

At the 123 minute mark the film fades to black and holds for an additional minute.

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007 7:29 PM

Adrian Campbell: My Post-’SiCKO’ Life

 

By Adrian Campbell, American SiCKO

WATERFORD, MI — I have been cancer free since my surgery in the fall of 2004. I visited Kyle Belward up at the Sault this past weekend. We talked about eventually moving to Saskatchewan.

Work in Windsor, Ontario, for Kyle, my “man-friend” from Canada was hard to find, so he went out to Fort McMurray, Alberta, to work in the oil sands. He finally came back to Windsor this past April, just in time for my birthday. But even since he has been back, he has had to go out of town for work. He currently is up in Sault Sainte Marie, Ontario, and then when he is done there he will be in Toronto. It is hard, but that is the life of an iron worker.

But things have been difficult for me, too, since everyone saw me in ‘SiCKO.’

I was called into my supervisor’s office Thursday afternoon, July 12. I was not sure why I would be getting called in; the departments I managed were running smoothly. I sat down at his desk, and he said “Well your position has been cut.” He pulls out a folder and handed it to me. “This is your severance package.” I could not believe it! I was shocked, mortified, and confused.

I asked why me and why he couldn’t send me to another department, or to another store. Mr. B as I will call him, said he could no longer have me working at the store or for the company and that it was bad publicity for the company to employ someone who is in a controversial documentary. In the past few weeks, he has called me “anti-American” for being in ‘SiCKO.’ Wanting healthcare — good quality free healthcare — is anti-American?

Meijer had to cut five managers at each store that day. I was number six from my store. The movie and his extreme conservative feelings were just an excuse to get rid of me. I am not sorry for sharing my story in the movie. I feel much better about it, because it is being used for something bigger.

There was no legitimate reason to fire me. I drove up sales, had many customer compliments, I got along with everyone at work. I was just unfortunate to get a new boss who felt that I would be a threat to Meijer’s reputation. Why was I a threat?

I never spoke to customers about the movie or my free healthcare beliefs. I never spoke to my fellow employees about it either. I had been recognized by a couple of customers, but they were guys who wanted my phone number more than to talk about healthcare in America. I had told my superiors that I was in ‘SiCKO,’ and informed them that I never mention Meijer in the movie.

Well, I never mentioned Meijer until now. I was a salaried manager, making $40,000 a year. I managed at my store, the bakery, the deli, the café, and the cheese shop. Due to corporate greed, I was forced to work 60 hours a week to make up for the lack of employees in the departments. I was stressed out a lot, tired, and bitchy. But I still went in every day, because I needed the job, to pay for my medical bills. It is a vicious cycle!

As Michigan’s unemployment rate continues to increase each day, I am saddened at my now former employer. Meijer’s roots are here in Michigan. They started in Greenville, Michigan back in 1934. Now 73 years later, they are no longer the family friendly place to work and shop. Instead they are contributing to the problems that plague this state and the rest of the country.

Now I find myself filling out the unemployment papers. My daughter Aurora was supposed to have tubes put in her ears next month, but I guess I will have to put that on the back burner. There is something wrong with this country, when a 4-year-old cannot have a medical procedure done, because her mom is without a job or health insurance. I am looking for work, but I am looking out of the country.

Don’t worry we will be fine. I am a fighter, and I have to hold strong for my daughter. Besides there is always Canada…

I love my country. I am very proud to be American, but when I cannot provide my child with medical care, it is time to look elsewhere. I hooked my Canuck years ago. Our relationship is stronger than ever. It’s always interesting, an American and a Canadian dating; it is like our own romantic version of Canadian Bacon.Labels: ,

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007 4:17 PM

Bush Got a Better Colonoscopy Than Me

 

By Donna Smith, American SiCKO

DENVER — OK, so this discussion may be a little graphic for some, so bear with me, I do have a point to make. President George W. Bush had a colonoscopy done on Saturday morning, as you may already know since he had to give the vice president the reins of power for a couple of hours. President Bush has had other colonoscopies to remove polyps in his colon which could have become cancerous if left alone. So far, so good. Perfect medical strategy and just as I would want for any American.

What you may not have considered is that each and every time Mr. Bush has had a colonoscopy, he has done so under a government health plan — his care as the governor of Texas and his care now as our President — is paid for by you and me, the American taxpayers. And forevermore, if he needs another colonoscopy or God forbid one of those polyps is ever found to be cancerous, we will pay to make sure he is treated. This is just and humane. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now, the fact that he had a team of doctors and was comfortably attended to at Camp David for his procedure is a bit more than most Americans would ever experience, and I’m betting the cost was too. No denial for payment from Blue Cross or Humana for this procedure or any part thereof, I’m betting. No, you and I happily paid for this so the President didn’t need to worry himself before, during or after his colonoscopy.

My last colonoscopy was not the same. My experience was a little less dignified and a lot more expensive. And like the President, I’ve had a few of these since I’ve had polyps removed (and unlike Mr. Bush, because I am a cancer survivor and the polyps were shown to be pre-cancerous).

First of all, the prep for this procedure isn’t a pretty process. The patient, whether it is a president or a pauper, most clean out his or her colon before the exam by drinking a gallon (and I am not kidding) of a substance called Go-Lytely (and I am still not kidding).

The results, as you might imagine, are explosive. For hours, the patient cannot move far from restroom facilities. There are moves underway to make the prep easier and less inconvenient, but I’m told this process remains the “Gold Standard.” When I arrived at my local hospital for my last colonoscopy, I was ill. My head hurt so badly that I had to lean against a wall as the admissions team looked over my insurance information and had me sign financial guarantees of payment. I felt faint and wanted to throw up. I could feel my heart pounding — not quite in unison with my head, and I begged the clerk to hurry so I could get some help.

It turned out that the prep process had severely dehydrated me to the point that I could not sit still because of the pain, and the medical staff that finally saw me 25 minutes after I begged for help at the front desk had difficulty even starting an IV drip because my veins were so narrowed by the dehydration. They said that unless they could get the IV started they would not be able to do my colonoscopy. I would have cried, but now the nausea from the pain in my head was overwhelming and crying would have jarred all of that into reality.

Finally, the IV was set and I was given anti-nausea drugs, IV-fluids and a pain killer to attack the headache. And this was all before the colonoscopy could begin. I squirmed during the procedure and could feel some of the twists and turns of the tubing in my colon as the doctors chatted and I moaned a little. I’m betting Mr. Bush was made a bit more comfortable than I was.

When the procedure was done, I was in a recovery area with three other patients. I was tired and upset — more polyps removed just three years after the last — and I just wanted to be alone to grieve the process and the inhumanity.

But then Larry came in — my wonderful and brave husband — who gives me more support than I often deserve. We found my shoes, and we went home to our home where 100 degree temperatures and the lack of air-conditioning made this June afternoon a difficult one for napping following the colonoscopy.

This was my experience as a fully insured American receiving my most recent colonoscopy. Quite a contrast from President Bush’s government-funded procedure I paid for Saturday.

And yet earlier last week he held what he termed a “round table” on health care during which he said he would not support government-run health care for this nation. Really?

At the very least, Mr. President, I’d like to sit at that round table with you when this discussion continues. I have earned that through my payment for your health care and through my hard work and suffering.

I would ask you to consider that the process you went through for your colonoscopy was the top-of-the-line in terms of care. I do not begrudge you that. But why would you want any of your citizens to experience what is already a difficult experience with less dignity and less humanity than you did?

You call yourself a Christian, and I am too. I’m a Christian asking her President to start talking about justice and about concepts Christ would support — even at the end of a colonoscopy tube.Labels:

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Sunday, July 22, 2007 7:13 PM

The Growing Storm II: ‘SiCKO’ Draws Activists Together from Seattle to D.C.

 

Part 2: Allies for Action

By Donna Smith, American SiCKO

WASHINGTON, D.C. — After an afternoon of Congressional testimony, it was on to dinner, where leaders were gathered representing student activists (Remember the Students for a Democratic Society — SDS — folks? Well, students are re-organizing that group), anti-gun violence groups, anti-war groups, the Progressive Democrats of America and my new group — American Patients for Universal Health Care (APUHC).

We agreed that we need to cooperate on shared and coordinated action. Many groups are doing many things and doing them well. Rather than pursuing countless splintered causes, we must combine many of our efforts to create the necessary conditions for political change.

Many people acknowledged, as Tony Benn did so eloquently in ‘SiCKO,’ that the people who hold the key to change are those who feel powerless — the poor, the frightened and the demoralized.

We need the voices of people who are locked in an every day struggle for survival — paying the bills, staying safe in their neighborhoods — far removed from the political groups advocating for change. We agreed we must pursue strategies to reach the working poor, people of color, people of faith, and the shrinking middle class.

We will meet every two weeks to coordinate, and I will keep you posted on upcoming events and actions. ‘SiCKO’ has galvanized communities troughout the land. It is truly the evolution of a movement. Keep pushing, and together we will create change.Labels: , , , , ,

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Saturday, July 21, 2007 7:00 PM

The Growing Storm: ‘SiCKO’ Draws Activists Together from Seattle to D.C.

 

Part 1 of 3
SiCKO Testifies Before Congress

By Donna Smith, American SiCKO

WASHINGTON, D.C. – There is a growing storm throughout America. ‘SiCKO’ has launched the health care reform movement into the national arena with lightning-rod intensity. Groups that have labored alone and new groups forming are joining forces to settle in for the civil rights battle of this generation. We will stand together for passage of universal health care reform. And we will not wait another generation.

It had already been an extraordinary 48 hours. I testified in front of Congress on Tuesday, July 17, and told them how angry I am that they have not acted on health care reform. I sat on a witness panel with incredibly intelligent and committed people from Harvard Law School (Elizabeth Warren) and Harvard Medical School (David Himmelstein, also the founder of Physicians for a National Health Program) and the Access Project in Boston (Mark Rukavina).

Me, Donna Smith, average American, testified with these people. I was and am in awe. In the packed gallery of the hearing room were nurses and national health care reform leaders. Leaders from anti-war advocacy groups were also there. Groups represented at the hearing included: the California Nurses Association, Code Pink, HealthCare-Now and the Progressive Democrats of America, among others.

In the hours before and after the hearing, I met with Senators Ken Salazar, D-Colo., and Diane Feinstein, D-Calif., and lobbied not with money but with my heart and soul.

Later on during my trip, I visited with Sen. Tom Daschle, who no longer serves in the Senate, but sure should still be there. Though there is nothing to be gained by him in meeting with me, and my station in life certainly does not compare with his, he never fails to make me feel welcome to speak my mind and heart. He was the first person in Congress ever to hear me out on health care crisis – and he applauds my ever-expanding activism.

But my activism is not the only political passion expanding for health care reform in the weeks following the release of ‘SiCKO.’ Americans are gathering in many locations throughout the nation to plan post-’SiCKO’ action.Labels: , , , , , , , ,

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Sunday, July 15, 2007 10:30 PM

Go See the Movie First, Please!

 

By Larry Smith, American ‘SiCKO’

In recent weeks, I have grown weary of listening to one group of health care reform naysayers in particular. I can handle all the goofs who see ‘SiCKO’ and just don’t quite get it yet. Most of the time that’s the young folks who haven’t gotten sick or needed to use their insurance yet. I forgive their youthfulness and that sense of immortality.

The people who annoy me are those who haven’t even seen the movie and who recoil when asked if they have. Some are religious zealots who think Michael Moore is a communist, America-hating fellow. I don’t know where they get that sort of thinking, but most of what they say sounds sort of pre-programmed or scripted. It scares me a little. Brainwashed people are not free people.

But then I think back to a quote I read long ago by a British philosopher, Herbert Spencer, (OK, so I didn’t know he was a philosopher until Donna told me so — she looks up stuff like that just to make sure I’m not quoting something wrong). His thoughts go something like this, “There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which can not fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance — that principle is contempt prior to investigation.”

So, go see the film and then talk to me about it. You won’t catch something from all the universal health care supporters in the theater, you know. And you might just learn a little.Labels: , ,

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007 6:04 PM

Wield Your Mighty Pen for Us, Mr. President

 

By 9/11 first responder John Feal, founder of the FealGood Foundation

NEW YORK — A pen in my hands could make some difference in the lives around me, and I work through the FealGood Foundation to make sure the documents I sign relieve some of the suffering of my fellow 9/11 responders. If I could, I would use my pen as you used yours last week. I would save my buddies.

In commuting the prison sentence of your friend Scooter, you said you believed the sentence imposed was too severe. Boy, can I relate.

When I look at the life sentences imposed on 9/11 responders suffering with acute illness, financial and emotional ruin and nearly six long years of neglect by their city, state and federal government leaders, I fill with rage and frustration. You’ve seen some of us in ‘SiCKO,’ so I know you are aware of our plight. My pen can only relieve tiny bits of their suffering. Yours could lift much more.

In an instant, Mr. President, you could use your mighty pen to affirm the faith you put in all of us in the hours, days, weeks and months after 9/11 to be what you called heroes and send a message to the world that Americans stand together in the face of threat.

With one stroke, you could issue and sign an executive order that would open clinic and hospital doors to 9/11 responders who are ill and without life-saving medical care.

Do you understand the betrayal of trust and confidence we feel? Just as Scooter took the hit for others in your circle of friends, my brothers and sisters took the dust and debris, the shock and the danger, the toxins and the smoke for everyone in America as we worked at ground zero so long ago.

We need you to feel for us – the folks you called out as heroes – the same passion and compassion that made you reach for your pen for Scooter. We need your help and we need it now. We have served a long sentence already. We have been punished for our actions on 9/11. We do not understand exactly what the crimes were in rushing in to help, nor do we understand how you can turn your back on us still. We were there with you. We believed what you told us. We trusted you with our lives.

So, Mr. President, won’t you please lift that pen again as you have done for Scooter Libby? The order could be simple, as a start:

“All 9/11 responders from this day forward shall be entitled to the care they need. A violation of this order will not be tolerated. These men and women are to be treated in every way as heroes, not unlike U.S. soldiers on the battlefield.” — Signed…

A signature today would save lives. It would save dignity. It might even tell the world that you are a man of your word, and that a contract made with your nation’s heroes is not to be broken. Please use your pen today. Many lives depend on it.

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but your signature on this action may well be worth more than a thousand lives. Stand aside, Scooter, your president has some more commutations to issue. And the 9/11 responders are finally first in line.Labels: , ,

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Friday, July 6, 2007 4:16 PM

Rep. John Conyers: Moore’s ‘Sicko’ a Reminder That No One’s Immune to Nation’s Ailing Insurance System

 

By Rep. John Conyers

The need for universal health care has never been more urgent. There are now 47 million Americans with no health insurance at all, including 8 million children. Eighteen thousand Americans die each year as a direct consequence of being uninsured, according to the Institute of Medicine of the National Academies. Recent studies indicate that medical debt is the leading cause of both bankruptcy and homelessness. These facts are unacceptable in the richest country in the world.

Last Friday, June 29th, Michael Moore’s new documentary, “Sicko,” opened in theaters across the country. “Sicko” illustrates the human impact of a health care system based on profit instead of patients. The most disturbing and compelling aspect of the film is that the heartbreaking personal stories it features are not about our nation’s 47 million uninsured. They are about people who actually had health insurance when they were forced into bankruptcy due to medical debt or when a family member died because he or she was denied necessary care.

By focusing on Americans who have health insurance coverage, Moore’s film shows us that no one is immune from our nation’s sick health care system.

The stories highlighted in the film are impossible to ignore or explain away, and that is why I believe that the release of “Sicko” is one of the most important developments in our public debate since the Clintons tried to pass universal health care legislation in 1994.

Last Wednesday, we screened clips from “Sicko” for members of Congress and heard testimony from Mr. Moore, as well as Americans featured in the film. The response was tremendous. More than 15 members of Congress were in attendance, including one Republican, and people lined up in the halls of the Rayburn House Office Building to get a peek.

“Sickness doesn’t know Democrat or Republican,” Moore said following the testimony of Dawnelle Keys, whose 18-month old daughter died when she was denied antibiotics because an ambulance took her to the emergency room nearest to her home, which happened not to be “in-network” for Keys’ HMO.

“This is not a political issue. I can’t imagine anyone that doesn’t believe that every American has the human right to see a doctor when they get sick and not have to worry about whether or not they can afford it,” Moore said. “There should be no profit in curing disease.”

I agree. And for this reason I have proposed H.R. 676, The United States National Health Insurance Act, which would establish a publicly financed, privately delivered single payer health care system based on expanding and improving Medicare. H.R. 676 currently has 74 cosponsors in Congress and is supported by eight international unions, 14,000 physicians, two state houses and dozens of county and municipal governments across the country.

These supporters have come to recognize a fundamental truth, as have the governments of all the other industrialized countries of the world: Single-payer financing is the only way we can afford to cover all our citizens with high-quality health care.Permalink | DIGG | Del.icio.us | Reddit

Thursday, July 5, 2007 8:01 PM

My Own Road to ‘SiCKO’

 

By Eric Turnbow, the “Fifth Beatle” appearing in ‘SiCKO’

SEATTLE, WA — Everyone is full of congrats and affection about this lucky break I caught and the “15 minutes of fame” I will receive by actually making it into the Michael Moore movie ‘SiCKO.’ I am very excited and quite passionate about this subject. My part is just a small segue that moves the story from Canada and its health care system, over to England and its universal care which I was able to use in a great way while vacationing there in London some 10 years ago.

So here is a journal of my proud day at the movie premier on Thursday, June 14th in Seattle, when I got a rare chance to meet Michael Moore and see his innovative and eye-opening documentary, ‘SiCKO.’

First off, they called from Hollywood and invited me to go just one day before the event. I was asked to RSVP, so I cleared my schedule ASAP, hired someone to fill in for me at The Viking, and chose a “guest” to come along and share this cool moment with me. My sister Katherine had emailed me offering to go if it came up. In fact she was the only one with the exception of her son that showed any interest in driving so far just to see a movie. It also helps that she lives in Seattle! Duh! So I asked her and she said yes. Very cool.

We were to meet at the venue by the Paramount just off Pine Street called “AMC Pacific Cinemas,” which was on the fourth floor of a shopping mall. My sis wanted to buy me lunch, so we were to meet at 5 p.m., giving us over an hour before we needed to check in with Michael Moore’s crew. I left Olympia around 3:42 p.m., and with a little traffic hassle here and there I actually arrived at the theater by 5:07 p.m. I did not make even one wrong turn and landed in the parking garage in the same building as the theater! Katherine was stuck in traffic, but arrived within a half-hour. We had delicious Margaritas and chicken quesadillas at a little Mexican bar just a small walk away from the venue. Yummy.

So we checked in as VIPs, and were escorted to a roped-off section of the screening room and sat with the press. Michael Moore arrived with his sister, Anne Moore, who greeted me and said, “You are the one that provided some much needed comic relief in the middle of our little picture, thank you.” And that was coming from one of the producers! Michael greeted the crowd and announced he would have a question and answer session after the film. Then he took his seat about three feet from us, directly in front of me, down two rows.

So we watched the flick. I loved it! I say, just go and see it. I do not want to spoil it for you. I will say that my part arrives about halfway through the film. Michael plowed through four hours of my vacation videos and carefully edited them down for this transitional time in the movie. They included:

∙The plane ride to England.
∙Singing an a capella original song “Oh England” at the London hotel with my friend Ken.
∙Sitting on the steps of the legendary “Abbey Road Studios” where the Beatles recorded the bulk of their work. I was shooting the cover art for my debut album “I’m Alive,” which was released in 1998.
∙My famous fall on Abbey Road where I was walking on my hands for the unique photo opportunity.
∙Waking up in the hospital after having my shoulder pushed back into place by English medics.
∙Enjoying my “less than $10″ medication that came along with me FREE MEDICAL SERVICE!

Michael makes the comment that I had to enjoy London, “My own way.” He then proceeds to go to England to see if what I say is true about the meds and the FREE health care. If you watch the entire credits, my name appears in alphabetical order, just above Eddie Vedder, of Pearl Jam fame!

So after the movie, Michael addressed the crowd for about a half hour. The first thing he did was point me out by name, and I got a loud cheer of recognition. This was the highlight for me. I stood up and put my hands in the air in acknowledgment, and the he said something like, “Eric gives hope to all those musicians in the world out there.” So that was awesome.

On the way out of the complex I was actually recognized by several people. This was cool, since in the film I was sporting a beard, a mustache, and much longer hair. All in all it was a great night, quite a highlight for a young kid like me from Olympia, Washington! Thanks, Mike!

My sister Katherine seemed to enjoy herself, so I dropped her at her car and headed back to Olympia with a big smile on my face. And there you have it. Thanks, everyone, for your support and interest. By all means go and see this movie! It opened on June 29th, and I simply cannot wait to see it again!Labels: , , , , ,

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Wednesday, July 4, 2007 1:13 PM

Life Before and After the 1996 Congressional Testimony

 

An Update by Linda Peeno

I began work in the health care industry through a part-time job, which I thought would be temporary while I took a couple of years to care for my children. When I realized that something called “managed care” was beginning to radically change the nature of medicine and the care of patients, I left the clinical practice of medicine to concentrate on public education and patient protection. In the early 1990’s, few people understood how deadly the “system” of managed care had become. Corporations created “black boxes” of hidden tactics, schemes, and processes designed to put profits over patients into which few could see. As an “insider,” I tried to use my knowledge to help others with power to make change. Initially it was difficult, for few people listened or cared. Slowly, though, the stories of harm and death to patients began to break through and the public, professionals, advocacy groups, media and policy-makers began to take note. The first major Congressional hearing on “managed care” was held in May of 1996, and I was fortunate to have the opportunity to share my experiences.

After that hearing, I felt an increased urgency about the need for change. With the rising attention to the problems, more people came forward to tell about their plights. I threw myself into the work, sinking every bit of energy, time and other resources into as much education and assistance as I could possibly give. I knew that with each passing week, more people suffered. At every turn, it looked as if we might achieve some change. Congress might pass effective patient protection or rid the industry of the ERISA loophole (that protects managed care companies from legal accountability for some of their decisions). States might protect patients or help the uninsured. Health plans and other organizations might become more patient-centered. Health care professionals, especially doctors, might revolt. I dreamed big dreams, but watched as one thing after another failed to materialize in ways that made significant differences to the real lives of patients. Meanwhile, I have watched the health industry increasingly turn us all into “consumers” and medicine into a commodity, casting us all into the marketplace in which our health and life becomes something we are expected to buy and sell like cars, computers, or any other commercial good. We now get what we can pay or fight for, which means many of us don’t get what we need, and many others are discovering that even with money, they suffer. Money isn’t enough to buy a caring, competent nurse at the bedside, a doctor who puts patients first, a safe hospital or patient-centered organization, or all the other ways of providing compassion, care, attention, tenderness, and value as a human being.

The years since 1996 became increasingly tough and often dispiriting, especially as I witnessed thousands new stories of harm and death, watched a system grow more sophisticated in its profiteering and cruelty, and faced my own limitations (as well as those of others) to make a difference. However, despite moments of deep despair and sadness for the prices that have been paid by many, many people, I have never given up hope that we would eventually wake up collectively and say “enough.” Health care is a universal medium. We are all mortal and vulnerable. We need one another. There are some things money cannot buy and the market cannot sell. During the past couple of years, I have experienced these lessons directly and I have been both humbled and transformed in ways statistics and theories could not achieve.

Though we desperately need radical health reform and urgent patient protections, a change in policy will not be enough. We need a change of heart and spirit with equal urgency. We need to create a culture of care, compassion, and connection – not just for health care, but for all our ways of need for one another.

The year 1996 marked a threshold – a time when a few patient stories ceased to be only anecdotes and became evidence of a well-designed, evolving system of potential harm and death. Now 2007 marks another threshold – a time when the breakdown of medicine and health care is evidence of a more fundamental breakdown in our societal and cultural values. Little happened in 1996, and things became unimaginably worse and many more people suffered. If little happens now, we are going to find that life from this point on will be shockingly unbearable for more and more people in more and more ways. Who of us will give a life this time for inaction? For me, 2007 marks a new phase of life-commitment, one that has now broadened beyond health care. We cannot have a care-centered health care system until we have a care-centered society, and I am personally committed to another round of sinking whatever I have – energy, time and other resources – into that work. At least, in this next phase, I don’t think I am going to feel quite so alone in the struggle.Permalink | DIGG | Del.icio.us | Reddit

Monday, July 2, 2007 6:39 PM

No Whitewash Powerful Enough

 

By Donna Smith, proud American appearing in Michael Moore’s ‘SiCKO’

ATLANTA – It would be difficult to identify one moment over the past two weeks as the most powerful or moving. As my husband and I have traveled through the U.S. participating in premieres and screenings of Michael Moore’s new film,’SiCKO,’ we have experienced things that folks in our income range and social groups rarely do. We have been graciously included in events often closed to all but the most celebrated of celebs.

Michael Moore featured us in the film because we represent what is happening to so many Americans. Our health issues and health care costs drove us to bankruptcy and shame. The past several years have been filled with anguish, and the joy of watching this film begin to make an impact is healing for us.

But a few days ago in Atlanta, I found myself witness to and participant in a health care truth hearing sponsored by HealthCare-Now at the U.S. Social Forum. That hearing illuminated more truth – more stories – many like those shown in ‘SiCKO’. But the hearing also made it abundantly clear that no amount of slick advertising or marketing whitewash can cover up what Americans are enduring within this private health care system. The truth just cannot be hidden.

Listening to story after story about trauma and devastation suffered by fellow Americans who are uninsured or under-insured is difficult, even sickening. The moral issues cannot be avoided. And as Michael Moore asks in ‘SiCKO,’ “Who are we?”

But I also began to see a broader view of the whole private health care issue within one story told by a nearly toothless woman from Ohio. Though her speech was definitely impaired by her lack of teeth, she spoke with courage and without self-pity which might have been easier and certainly justified.

She had health insurance just a couple of years ago through her job. She worked, paid taxes and paid her health premiums. But when her dental problems became more and more serious, her insurance plan would not cover necessary treatment. It did cover removal of teeth. So, slowly but surely, her teeth were pulled.

She stood before us now in an open-air tent in the hot, thick, mid-day air in Atlanta. Huge fans circulated the air and could have drowned out her voice, but the crowd was silent and her strength was enough to overcome the background noise.

She told us that after her teeth were pulled, her employer fired her because she was “unsightly.” We gasped, but only in support of her not because we didn’t believe a modern American company would do such a thing. She told us that then she started down the steady slope towards homelessness and use of the public health system that included emergency room visits for health issues that might have been handled in a less acute and less expensive setting, if she had insurance or cash to use another provider.

This beautiful, powerful woman had been reduced to this. And she had most surely been yanked off the roles of taxpaying Americans and onto the public program rosters. How does this make even economic sense?

She goes from contributor to being a “drain” on the system nearly overnight. And as she slipped into deep poverty and homelessness, she also developed physical problems from her terrible living conditions and a lack of preventative or even early interventional health care.

Another scenario for her could have been, if we had universal health care, that she had her dental problems addressed properly and her teeth saved, kept her job and her modest housing, continued paying taxes and eventually moved forward in her life. Even if I remove all the hideous, non-compassionate ethical considerations, it just flat seems smarter to me that we stop this cycle.

Every American product now includes in its cost a certain percentage of mark-up for health costs and coverage provided by American businesses. On large ticket items, like cars, that cost increase can often be several hundred dollars. Since most Americans finance the purchase of cars, they now also pay interest on the amount that the car manufacturer must pass along in health care costs for its employees.

Those costs have mounted in every industry across the nation. In many cases, those increased costs are making American products and services less competitive thereby driving the increased dependence on foreign products and the loss of American jobs. This cycle is well-documented. Every major news organization has done reports on the issue, and few arguments countering this cause-effect economic pattern have been offered.

Small businesses can often not afford to even offer health coverage at all or offer only plans with high premiums and deductibles which are more like catastrophic coverage.

So this whole private health insurance system is costing us all – top to bottom, morally and economically.

So why do we keep it up? Do we see those toothless individuals and still think, “It couldn’t happen to me?” Or do we step over them on our way to our American dreams, still believing we did it the right way and they did it wrong? Poor people have poor ways, don’t you know.

After sitting in that hot tent in Atlanta and listening to this woman with more dignity than any person I’ve yet to meet on this marvelous journey toward changing this system, I realized that this fight will take much more than a call for moral justice or outrage.

The battle to pass House Resolution 676, single-payer, universal health care, as offered by Rep. John Conyers, D-Mich., and 75 other co-sponsors, will take moral indignation, no doubt.

But the fight for universal health care will also take a tearing at the very fabric of the American psyche – that independent streak that makes us pioneers and homesteaders and internet start-up gurus.

We all grew up with this gut full of self-righteousness, lightly colored with compassion as we attended church each Sunday. But now we need to flip-flop the equation a bit.

We’ll need economists on board to really compare the costs of the whole package: including a very direct assessment of how universal health care would play out in an average family’s budget and in the budget’s of the SUV-driving, three-car-garage in the suburbs owning families.

Let’s get really down to the nuts and bolts of the reality. Toothless, unemployed, uninsured women cost us serious money. If we cannot see her pain and see her humanity, then can we at least run the numbers?

As for me, I don’t need to run the numbers. I see the costs for her. I feel the costs for myself in the lack of self-respect I feel when I realize I am part of the system that is doing this to her and hundreds of thousands of others. And I know that I never again want to hear a fellow American woman stand before me apologizing for her lisp due to a loss of teeth and assuring me that she once had a beautiful smile.

That cost is simply unacceptable on any level. There is no political spin fast enough or whitewash dense enough to cover this American woman’s truth.

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Tuesday, June 26, 2007 5:11 PM

‘SiCKO’ Premieres on Skid Row

By Rev. Andrew J. Bales, President of the Union Rescue Mission

How often does a big time Hollywood Movie premiere on Skid Row? Never in anyone’s memory, until last night! It started out as a wild idea to shut down one of the toughest streets in America and show the movie, Sicko, to some of the folks who were featured in the movie, but would not likely have an opportunity to walk a red carpet or even see this powerful film in theaters, and huge-hearted film maker Michael Moore made it all happen just outside the back doors of Union Rescue Mission.

We closed the streets down at 4:00 P.M.; men began building a platform and back drop for a 37 foot Screen. It was a bit windy so our Mission staff weaved together several tarps as a wind break. 600 chairs were set up in a theater setting on the street, and a magnificent projector and deck were brought in by the Weinstein Company, and what seemed impossible happened.

San Julian St. became a walk-in theater! Michael Moore personally came to salute these folks who live a tough life on the streets. I introduced Michael as a man who shared with the House Judiciary Committee that his motivation for making this film about healthcare came word for word from the book of Matthew, chapter 25. Matthew 25:31-46 (ESV):

34 Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.
35 For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me,
36 I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’
37 Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink?
38 And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you?
39 And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’
40 And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’

The crowd went wild with enthusiasm that Michael Moore himself came to greet them and share words of wisdom with them. I thanked Michael later — just before he rushed off for another event — telling him that he had brought a night of joy to folks that really live in what only can be described as “hell” on earth. More than that, he affirmed them and their dignity as people of great importance. Throughout the movie I heard their hearty amen’s to the injustice that they have experienced first hand in America. Folks have been thanking me for acting as a host throughout the day.

Thank you, Michael, for making this once-in-a-lifetime event possible! Thank you, most of all, for speaking up for justice for folks who until now, have not had a voice.

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Thursday, December 6, 2007 11:45 AM

Seattle Turns Out For ‘SiCKO’ in Spite of Storm

 

By Donna Smith, American SiCKO

SEATTLE – Though hurricane force winds and torrential rains blasted the Seattle area throughout most of the day on Monday, students, local activists and interested community members took the weather in stride as they gathered to watch ‘SiCKO’ and to talk health reform with me – since I am one of the subjects of the film, they had sponsored my trip to the area and I am deeply involved in the health care reform movement.

The Seattle Central Community College classroom was the perfect venue for viewing ‘SiCKO’ and those present could hear sirens blaring and storm weather continuing as the afternoon showing began and later on as an even larger group turned out for the evening event. More than 280 people attended the viewings and the Q&A sessions afterwards.

Some of the students who attended made hasty farewells as they set off to deal with flooded basements and the meeting with landlords to begin drying out from the rains.

While a few of those present wondered about the Cuba trip Michael Moore took when filming ‘SiCKO,’ most wanted more information about how to help assure that real change will occur in health care reform on the national front, and many wanted to learn more about HR676, the National Health Insurance Act currently gathering more Congressional co-sponsors to add to the 86 representatives already on board supporting the single-payer plan.

HR676 would set up publicly-financed, privately delivered health care for every American resident. The bill was originally co-sponsored by Rep. John Conyers, chairman of the House Judiciary Committee. A national road show promoting HR676 is currently touring the southeastern states and will wrap up in Pittsburgh on Dec. 14. The road show is co-sponsored by Healthcare-Now, Physicians for a National Health Program (PNHP), the California Nurses Association (CNA) and the National Nurse Organizing Committee.

The Seattle single-payer, universal health care group that sponsored ‘SiCKO’ showings and Q&A sessions with me is called “Right to Health Care Now!”, and it began after several community members saw ‘SiCKO’ during its original release and began holding forums to discuss the issue and actions to be taken in support of reform. The group holds its organizing meetings at 7 p.m. each Monday evening in Room 4183 at Seattle Central Community College . Phi Theta Kappa, the college honor society, and OWL, the voice of midlife and older women, also co-sponsored the events on campus, along with several other campus organizations and clubs.

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My Date with Michael Moore By Eric Turnbow (2007)

Everyone is full of congrats and affection about this lucky break I caught and the “15 minutes of fame” I will receive by actually making it into the Michael Moore movie “SiCKO”.

I am very excited and quite passionate about this subject. My part is just a small segway that moves the story from Canada and it’s health care system, over to England and its Universal care which I was able to use in great way while vacationing there in London some 10 years ago. So here is a journal of my proud day at the Movie Premier last Thursday, June 14th in Seattle when I got a rare chance to meet Michael Moore and see his innovative and eye opening documentary “SiCKO”.

Also visit Micheal’s ever-changing website. It is loaded with cool stuff.
READ MORE …. http://www.michaelmoore.com/

First off, they called from Hollywood and invited me to go just one day before the event. I was asked to RSVP, so i cleared my schedule asap, hired someone to fill in for me at The Viking and choose a “guest” to come along and share this cool moment with me. My sister Katherine had emailed me offering to go if it came up. In fact she was the only one with the exception of her son that showed any interest, of driving so far just to see a movie. It also helps that she lives in Seattle! Duh! So I asked her and she said yes. Very cool.

We were to meet at the venue by the Paramount just off Pine street called “AMC Pacific cinemas”, which was on the 4th floor of a shopping mall. My sis wanted to buy me lunch, so we were to meet at 5pm giving us over an hour before we needed to check in with Micheal Moore’s crew. I Left Olympia around 3:42, and with a little traffic hassle here and there I actually arrived at the theatre by 5:07pm! I did not make even one wrong turn and landed in the parking garage in the same building as the theatre! Katherine was stuck in traffic, but arrived within a half hour. We had Delicious margaritas, and a chicken casadea at a little Mexican bar a small walk away from the venue. Yummy.

So we checked in as VIP’s, and were escorted to a roped off section of the screening room and sat with the PRESS. Michael Moore arrived with his sister Anne Moore, who greeted me and said “You are the one that provided some much needed comic relief in the middle of our little picture, Thank You”. And that was coming from one of the producers! Michael greeted the crowd and announced he would have a question and answer session after the film. Then he took his seat about 3 feet from us, directly in front of me, down 2 rows. When they brought him a tray of movie food, he said “Wow, so you feeding me? Are all the food groups represented here?” Between you and me, it was just popcorn and soda, the usual crap I always avoid at the movies. No apples.

So we watched the flick. I loved it! I say, just go and see it. I do not want to spoil it for you! I will say that my part arrives about half way through the film. Micheal plowed through 4 hours of my vacation videos, and carefully edited them down for this transitional time in the movie. They included:

The Plane ride

Singing a-Capella original song “Oh England” at the London Hotel with my friend Ken. Sitting on the steps of the legendary “Abbey Road Studios” where the Beatles recorded the bulk of their work. I was shooting the cover art for my debut album “I’m Alive”, which was released in 1998.

My famous fall on Abbey Road where I was walking on my hands for the unique photo opportunity.Waking up in the Hospital after having my shoulder pushed back into place by English medics. Enjoying my “Less than $10″ medication that came along with me FREE MEDICAL SERVICE!

Michael makes the comment that I had to enjoy London “My own way”. He then proceeds to go to England to see if what I say is true about the meds and the FREE health care! If you watch the entire credits, my name appears in alphabetical order, just above Eddie Vedder, of Pearl Jam fame!

So after the movie He addressed the crowd for about a half hour. The first thing he did was point me out by name, and I got a loud cheer of recognition. This was highlight for me! I stood up and put me hands in the air in acknowledgement and the he said something like “Eric gives Hope to all those musicians in the world out there”! So that was awesome.

On the way out of the complex I was actually recognized by several people. This was cool, since in the film I was sporting a beard, moustache, and much longer hair. All in all it was a great night, quite a highlight for a young kid like me from Olympia, Washington! Thanks Mike!

My sister Katherine seemed to enjoy herself, so I dropped her at her car and headed back to Olympia with a big smile on my face. And there you have it. Thanks everyone for your support and interest. By all means go and see this movie! It will open on June 29th, and I simply cannot wait to see it again!

As a result of my involvement with the movie SiCKO, the media has picked up the story and plastered all across the web. Here are some direct links for you enjoyment!

This is the VIDEO footage from the Olympian about Eric:

http://videos.theolympian.com/vmix_hosted_apps/p/media?id=1476487&item_index=21&genre_id=750&sort=date

Feel free to respond to this email! I would love to hear from you! And special thanks to Micheal Moore and his camp. They were gracious and great! My sister wanted to add her two cents worth about the whole experience. So take it away.

Email Eric Turnbow:etcosmic2000@yahoo.com

Hi all, here’s a memento photo (although I regret that its not the personal Eric & Michael shot I’d hoped for, as they immediately whisked him out the back following the Q&A). I also want to add one little item that was omitted from Eric’s report.

When Michael Moore first entered the room with his entourage, they paused on the landing very close to our seats. As he turned to see where an aid was pointing out his seat, he immediately spotted Eric, smiled, bowed his head and mouthed the words “thank you”. It was really very sweet. It was clear that after reviewing Eric’s videos there was a real kindred connection. I’m sure he must have been tempted to tell the other part of the story as well (the peritonitis nightmare back in the US that led to his “I’m Alive!” collection), but using the same person twice would have detracted from the overall flow of what he was doing. But it is a charming clip, and Eric’s passion for music comes across as the zeal behind his “wanting to cross Abbey Road in his own special way”. So I hope he can use his 15 minutes to drum up a bit of business — as there were quite a few adoring fans that approached us afterwards (including a comely little gal originally from Olympia who I hope stops by the Viking).

As for me, I have a great deal of respect for Michael Moore and his works. Indeed, his common theme of leaders who use fear to manipulate followers shows real presence. Perhaps I might exploit my brother’s coat-tails and persuade him to do a future project.
K

Hey Bro!
Thought you might get a kick out of this….his response is at the bottom. Hugs, K

Original Message —– From: “Katherine Peil” <ktpeil@comcast.net>
To: <michael@michaelmoore.com>;  Cc: <mmflint@aol.com>; <michael@wsprodco.com>
Sent: Sunday, July 01, 2007 8:10 PM
Subject: How about taking on religion next?

Hey Michael,
I had the honor and pleasure of screening Sicko in Seattle as the guest of   my brother, Eric Turnbow. As an emotion theorist, I truly appreciate the theme I’ve seen running through your films concerning how leaders use fear to gain control over followers. So it struck me during Sicko, that you could do the world a huge favour by taking on organized religion (albeit perhaps risking crucifixion but your kahoonies are already most impressive).
Many thanks for your good works, and for allowing Eric his 15 minutes. You have long been a family hero! So feel free to call upon me any time you
might need an expert on the emotional system — and especially if you want to take on religion. Indeed, the emotional system underlies the innate spiritual impulse and a species wide moral compass   but organized religion deeply interferes, hijacks and often negates the  innate self-regulatory wisdom our emotional system offers.
Big hugs,
Katherine Peil  Director, EFS International
Kirkland, WA  98033

(And now the actual response from Michael Moore to My Sister Katherine). This is very cool! Just continue reading!

thank you katherine! i am so sorry security guys were rushing me out of the theater in Seattle cause i really wanted to talk to you guys. so lets take a rain check on that. i always love coming to Seattle. though I don’t know Eric personally, i feel we are kindred spirits. all my buddies and me, we are like Eric! and that is EXACTLY how we would have crossed abbey road!!
take care,
Michael

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Hey…..Michael Moore sent me a letter, through his email fan club, asking me to send an email about my healthcare horror stories. I sent him letter which I am forwarding to you now! He guarantees that he will at least read it! I would not mind being in his movie. We shall see. I have the goods and cool video clips for his documentary. Especially the stuff about England and their National Healthcare system that worked to my advantage when I slipped and threw out my should walking on my hands across Abbey Road in London. They treated me for free! Wish me luck!
Eric
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Now the Genesis of My involvement in the Movie “Sicko”. This is some pretty cool History for sure. Starting with Michaels “Pitch to the Fans”
2/3/06
Friends,How would you like to be in my next movie? I know you’ve probably heard I’m making a documentary about the health care industry (but the HMOs don’t know this, so don’t tell them — they think I’m making a romantic comedy).If you’ve followed my work over the years, you know that I keep a pretty low profile while I’m making my movies. I don’t give interviews, I don’t go on TV and I don’t defrost my refrigerator. I do keep my website updated on a daily basis (there’s been something like 4,000,000 visitors just this week alone) and the rest of the time I’m… well, I can’t tell you what I’m doing, but you can pretty much guess. It gets harder and harder sneaking into corporate headquarters, bu tI’ve found that just dying my hair black and wearing a skort really helps.Back to my invitation to be in my movie. Have you ever found yourself getting ready to file for bankruptcy
because you can’t pay your kid’s hospital bill, and then you say to yourself, “Boy, I sure would like to be in Michael Moore’s health care movie!”?Or, after being turned down for the third time by your HMO for an operation they should be paying for, do you ever think to yourself, “Now THIS travesty should be in that ‘Sicko’ movie!”?

Or maybe you’ve just been told that your father is going to have to just, well, die because he can’t afford the drugs he needs to get better — and it’s then that you say, “Damn, what did I do with Michael Moore’s home number?!”

OK, here’s your chance. As you can imagine, we’ve got the goods on these crooks. All we need now is to put a few of you in the movie and let the world see what the greatest country ever in the history of the universe does to its own people, simply because they have the misfortune of getting sick. Because getting sick, unless you are rich, is a crime — a crime for which
you must pay, sometimes with your own life.

About four hundred years from now, historians will look back at us like we were some sort of barbarians, but for now we’re just the laughing stock of the Western world. So, if you’d like me to know what you’ve been through
with your insurance company, or what it’s been like to
have no insurance at all, or how the hospitals and doctors wouldn’t treat you (or if they did, how they sent you into poverty trying to pay their crazy bills) …if you have been abused in any way by this sick, greedy, grubby system and it has caused you or your loved ones great sorrow and pain, let me know.

Send me a short, factual account of what has happened to you — and what IS happening to you right now if you have been unable to get the health care you need. Send it to michael@michaelmoore.com. I will read every single one of them (even if I can’t respond to or help everyone, I will be able to bring to light a few of your stories). Thank you in advance for sharing them with me and trusting me to try and do something about a very corrupt system that simply has to go.

Oh, and if you happen to work for an HMO or a pharmaceutical company or a profit-making hospital and you have simply seen too much abuse of your fellow human beings and can’t take it any longer — and you
would like the truth to be told — please write me at: michael@michaelmoore.com. I will protect your privacy and I will tell the world what you are unable to tell. I am looking for a few heroes with a conscience. I know you are out there.

Thank you, all of you, for your help and your continued support through the years. I promise you that with “Sicko” we will do our best to give you not
only a great movie, but a chance to bring down this evil empire, once and for all. In the meantime, stay well. I hear fruits and vegetables help.

Yours,
Michael Moore
michael@michaelmoore.com
www.michaelmoore.com

So after Michaels pitch for “Medical Horror Stories”, I sent Him this response. So this document is actually the “Genesis” of My involvement with the project “Sicko”! Some cool History indeed.

Bad Health Care Assistance

Friday, February 3, 2006 9:24 PM
From:
“Eric Turnbow” <etcosmic2000@yahoo.com>
To:
michael@michaelmoore.com

Micheal….

I love your causes. I am with you brother . Keep up the good work.

My name is Eric Turnbow, and in 1997 I got really sick with peritonitis. I tried to see a licensed Gastronomic Doctor, and was UNABLE at every occasion to get an appointment because I did not have any health
insurance.

I went to the local hospital (Saint Peters), for acouple of pain shots and tests. Later when I read the hospital reports, I learned that they thought I was seeking drugs and not sick at all. They said in this report I obtained through a lawyer, that when they came into the examining room I would cry and ask for something to kill the pain. Then when they left I would stop crying. They must have listened at the door to me or had me monitored, but this was not the case at all. I actually was in the early stages of paritenitous and a torn colon, and the pain was getting absolutely unbearable. I still got charged 2 grand for a couple of shots and went home without any life saving treatment since I had no insurance. I hope those Doctors have a guilty conscience now for thinking those lies about me after I got the later diagnosis that saved my life!

So I continued to run a temperature of 103 degrees, cancel my singing engagements for work, and eventually I lost all bowels signs and  was turning white as a sheet, going into septic shock and missing death by
only a matter hours, according to a a later report from my surgeon.! Finally a former band member and good friend was able to intervene and talk his Doctors office into seeing me even though I had no insurance. He told them I would likely die if they did not see me, and basically guaranteed them I would pay my bills since he knew my character. Lucky for me he got me an appointment with the woman that saved my life, Dr.Carrol Buckner, my favourite Gastronomical here in
Olympia Washington USA!

The night before my appointment I was dripping fluid from my colon into my body and poisoning it to the degree that I felt like someone was inside with a pick-axe and scrapping at the wall of my stomach. I tell you it was the worst feeling. I was unable to sleep and was crying uncontrollable tears all night  long, literally for hours. I put on the Bob Dylan song “I Shall Released” from an old cd by the band “Music From Big Pink”. I put the cd player in repeat mode and listened to that song for more than a few hours until the sun came up and I made it to see a real doctor. I sang along with it and cried the entire night to ease my pain.  That song helped my through a tough night with mass pain, let me tell you. It really helped me get through it. I was a cry-baby all the way, but managed to get to the doctor the next morning . A real miracle.

I was quickly given the right tests when Dr. Buckner stepped in and discovered I had no bowel signs and whatever I was able to eat  was leaking into my body where my colon had been torn in three places, which
caused septic shock and poisoning and almost led to my death. I was admitted to the rival hospital across town, (Capital Medical Center) since the first one (Saint Peters) I went to  had treated me like shit and accused me of not being sick and just seeking drugs. I refused to go there, but said yes to the other hospital, (Capital Medical Center) that I now owe my life to. On June 16th of 1997 they operated and removed 15 pounds of my torn colon and hooked me up with colostomy bags and the whole nine yards. I spent close to 25 days in the hospital over 3 separate surgery’s. I developed a blood clot of puss in my leg that had to be removed during an MRI or cat-scan or something , using a big syringe. It was total hell I tell you. I am lucky to be alive.

I was able to apply for Blue Cross for the third and final surgery thanks to a state run program called”Basic Health”. The first 2 surgery’s I had to pay for. For the final re-attachment surgery I waited until my state basic health plan had been in place for about 4 months or something, so that the pre-existing condition could be covered. As soon as I knew the coverage was in place I had the colostomy bags removed and another surgery process enabled my bowels to be hooked back up, thank god and luckily for me. The State Basic health insurance actually came through
with $38,000 to cover that particular phase of the operation. However, the next month after paying out THEY CANCELLED my policy and left me on my own! I found this insulting. I could have re-paid them over time and did not ask nor want to be cancelled!

I got charged some $60,000 Plus or something for the rest of my uninsured costs to the hospital and all the incredible doctors such as Carrol Buckner and my surgeon Dr. Hipp that were gracious enough to treat me and save my life even though i had ….., god forbid, no insurance. I am thankful they did that and am alive today only because they took that chance. Ironically when I consulted a lawyer about the 60K plus amount I owed that was uninsured they suggested that I should declare bankruptcy like most would and run from my bills! I consulted with more than just one lawyer and the all said to declare bankruptcy. (Typical fat lawyers just wanted to collect fees from me on the paperwork that would empty my retirement fund, force me to sell my home and possessions, and ruin my credit for years!). Well I a proud man with great credit and pride. I promised to pay my doctors and pay them I did! I was able to refinance my home mortgage and raise
enough to pay all of them back without bankruptcy and damage to my credit report or good name!

Turns out the hospital and all doctors involved considered ME to be the insurance company since I could have ran away from it through bankruptcy. In approval for me not running off on my responsibility they all cut the remaining bills in half and I paid cash to all of them for saving my life, which ran me about $30,000 approximately. My monthly Mortgage went up a couple of hundreds bucks or something, but I kept my pride and sucked it in, I kept my word to the life saving saviour doctors, and got them paid. I am still paying on that loan, and I am proud to do so. NO thanks to the Health Care System, (Well they did help 38k worth),but………Those bastards CANCELLED me!

Plus it was impossible to ever get decent treatment at the beginning because I was self employed and did not have the budget to purchase any at the time. Then the first hospital were morons and charged me ten times to much for shot or two and said I was faking the whole illness! I am convinced this system is totally screwed up with its head inserted in its anal wall! I would love to share my story further. I am just lucky I had friends to stand up for me and plead with the special doctors to break down and take a chance on me even though I did not have any insurance!

Just 3 months before my surgery in April of 1997 I was on vacation in England walking on my hands across”Abbey Road” where the Beatles EMI Historic studio is located for a silly picture opportunity. I fell down after losing my balance, and dislocated my shoulder.It hurt a lot and I was forced to go to a hospital for treatment. Well guess what? They have National Healthcare in England lucky for me. They did ex-rays and popped me back into place with all the treatment and whatever I needed at no cost to me! National healthcare picked up the entire tab. I was only charged 5 pounds or about $8 American for a huge bottle of pain pills that helped ease the pain and helped me sleep it off at the hotel that night. I would have paid through the nose if this happened to me at home! Thousands just to get a shot of something to ease my pain?  Give me a break. Anyway I have a video of me falling at Abbey Road and clips of me in the recovery room at the British Hospital if you would like to include any of this story in your upcoming film.

They are on video tape, and somesnapshots as well. I also have graphic pics of my body just after the initial surgery.  The Brits havefigured this one out. Why can’t we? Nationalhealthcare would have paid for my Doctors visits anddetected my peritonitis at an earlier stage andallowed me to afford to be alive which is my God given American right. Health and happiness! We need to wake up in America. It is pathetic my friend. I will speakwith you further on this and show you the clips of mein England if you would like! I hope to hear from you.

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This cool Sicko article in is in  French… Mentons Eric Turnbow the first line in the second paragraph! The 6th line in the story!

(P)Sicko aux Etats-Unis : le système de santé qui tue
Article de Michael Balavoine  News et opinions : Actualité 09-19-2007

Michael Moore est de retour. Humour décapant, finesse d’éléphant et raccourcis éhontés : la méthode a fait ses preuves et cette fois-ci, c’est le système de santé américain qui trinque. Aimé ou haï peu importe : avec Sicko, le réalisateur a le mérite de susciter un débat qui, chez nous, est trop souvent relégué aux sous-sols poussiéreux du Conseil fédéral.

Eric Turnbow dit «E.T.» est américain and had a dream – si on ose dire : traverser Abbey Road à Londres comme l’ont fait les Beatles sur la pochette de leur dernier album il y a presque 40 ans. Seulement voilà : pour marquer l’événement d’une pierre blanche, «E.T.» décide de franchir le fameux passage piétons sur les mains. Et c’est le drame : il chute et se déboîte l’épaule. Il pensait que cet accident allait lui coûter ses économies. Mais heureuse surprise : il doit seulement payer les médicaments. Normal, explique de façon faussement candide Michael Moore dans Sicko. On est en Grande-Bretagne. Et là, comme dans les «paradis» français, canadien et même cubain, l’accès aux soins est gratuit. Comme partout. Sauf aux Etats-Unis.Car là-bas, c’est la jungle libérale, tempête Moore. Et pas seulement pour les 50 millions d’Américains qui ne sont pas couverts, mais bien pour les 250 millions d’autres qui bataillent ferme avec leurs assureurs maladie pour faire valoir leurs droits. Au-delà de chiffres déjà ahurissants, l’humour laisse place au tragique. Michael Moore met, avec ses 1001 anecdotes récoltées via le net à travers tout le pays, des visages sur une terrifiante réalité. Familles ruinées par une opération, conjoints décédés, héros du 11 septembre laissés à l’abandon et forcés de gagner Cuba sur une embarcation de fortune pour se faire soigner. Et puis il y a Mychelle. C’est une petite fille de 18 mois. Un soir, sa mère la découvre malade et l’amène à l’hôpital. Le médecin reconnaît l’urgence. Appelle l’assureur. Son insistance n’y fera rien : elle doit être transférée dans un autre hôpital, celui-ci n’étant pas couvert. Elle y arrive trois heures plus tard. 15 minutes après son entrée, Mychelle décède.

Comment et pourquoi un pays si riche laisse-t-il toute une frange de sa population à l’abandon ? La réponse de Michael Moore est cinglante. Le gouvernement américain a confié le remboursement des dépenses de santé à des firmes privées qui prospèrent sur le dos des malades en concentrant l’essentiel de leur temps et de leurs moyens à tenter de rembourser le moins possible. Experts médicaux payés au prorata des malades refusés et détectives privés fouillant dans le passé des plus démunis : le  profit est à ce prix et les heureux perdants sont toujoursles assurés.

On peut tout reprocher à Michael Moore. Son parti pris qui ignore les accusés. Ses raccourcis au service de sa> propagande. Mais, dans Sicko, il faut lui laisser en tout cas une chose : il a reconnu que le problème de la couverture des dépenses de santé relève d’une décision  politique. Et il date précisément le début de la misère américaine. C’était le 17 février 1971, le jour où  Richard Nixon a conçu le système de santé US comme un libre marchéen déclarant : «Je n’aime pas trop ces fichues assurances maladie ; moins on soignera, plus on fe de bénéfices.» Reste que la solution Moore est, à l’image du film, simpliste. Il la résume en trois points sur son site Internet. Chaque résident américain a droit à une assurance gratuite et universelle pour toute la durée de savie. Il faut abolir toutes les compagnies d’assurances privées et enfin réguler les firmes pharmaceutiques comme desentreprises d’utilité publique.

Le projet est évidemment irréaliste même si Michael Moore feint de le retrouver sur le vieux continent dans un «paradis» français largement idéalisé. Il ne parle pas du «trou de la Sécu» mais du fabuleux service «SOS médecin» qui vient vous soigner en moins de trente minutes gratuitement pour n’importe quel petit bobo. Il n’est pas crédible et il a tort : le système de santé en Europe n’est pas parfait. Et pourtant. Quand on écoute ces expatriés américains vivant à Paris, on devient attentif. En Suisse aussi, les menaces planent. La tendance est à la  baisse. Avec des cartes électroniques, les assureurs auront de plus en plus de contrôle sur leurs «clients». Lachasse aux bons risques a déjà commencé. Mais, malgré tout, lesAméricains sont émerveillés et, dans un certain sens, ils ont raison. En Suisse, comme en France, le système de santé est bon en comparaison de celui des  Américains. Pour les pathologiesgraves, l’accès aux soins reste plus ou moins équivalent selon le revenu des patients et chacun jouit d’une protection de qualité pour des maladies graves. La question devient alors : jusqu’à quand tiendra-t-on ? Car, comme l’a dit récemment Jacques Attali, la santésera un des grands marchés du XXIe siècle. Les appétits des assureurs vont s’aiguiser. Pour assumer les frais de santé et lutter contre l’emprise toujours plus grande de firmes gigantesques, il faudra que l’ensemble de la société se montre solidaire. Moore a eu le mérite, reconnaissons le, de susciter un débat. Il a peut-être gagné une bataille en forçant les prétendants à la succession de Georges Bush d’empoigner le sujet. Mais tout le problème est là : ce n’est qu’une bataille alor que la guerre qui s’annonce pour préserver un système desanté à visage humain vient tout juste de commencer.

Michael Moore : filmographie express • 1989 : Roger and Me sur le licenciement de 30 000 personnes par General Motors à Flint, Michigan. • 2002 : Bowling for Columbine inspiré du massacre detreize personnes par deux adolescents au Lycée de Columbine, Moore s’interroge sur la meurtrière industrie de l’armement. Primé à Cannes. • 2004 : Fahrenheit 9/11 attaque ouvertement Georges Bush et sa gestion du 11 septembre 2001. • 2007 : Sicko s’attaque au système de santé  américain en pleine campagne présidentielle 19.09.2007

Sicko article in German Mentions Eric turnbow

(This is an Edited Version of a long article about “Sicko” that was printed in Germany!). This movie was such a world wide phenomenon, I can only be thrilled to have had a small part on it!
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Den syge sygeforsikring (“Sicko”) Michael Moores film Sicko beskriver amerikanske tilstande indefor sundhedsvæsen styret af “sundhedsforsikringer”. Du kan se filmen på Freedocumentaries.org – dog med tyrkiske undertekster eller ved at lytte til den engelske tale. Desværre kunne jeg (endnu) ikke finde Sicko med danske undertekster på Nettet. Overst “på linket” findes en trailer fra YouTube og nedenfor kan man klikke på linket: Watch this Film (with Turkish subtitles) • 124 minutes for at se filmen. I næste indlæg kommer afskrift af de danske undertekster, der følger med filmen. Selv uden billeder, kan man fange indholdet af filmen og samtlige pointer…. Læs forresten også en anden emnerelateret tråd: Fogh Junior, MichaelMoore og “amerikanske tilstande”
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Re: Den syge sygeforsikring (“Sicko”)
Danske undertekster “Sicko” fortsat: Der var én i sundhedsvæsenet, der havde samvittighed. Doktor Linda Peeno, tidligere rådgivende læge hos Humana. Mit navn er Linda Peeno. Jeg er her i dag for at komme med en tilståelse. I foråret 1987 nægtede jeg en mand en nødvendig operation,  som ville have reddet hans liv, og jeg var derfor skyld i hans død. Ingen har holdt mig ansvarlig for det,  for jeg sparede et firma for en halv million dollars.

Ydermere sikrede denne handling mig et godt omdømme — og sikrede mig avancement inden for sundhedsplejen. Jeg gik fra en ugeløn på et par hundrede dollars  til et sekscifret beløb som medicinsk ekspert. Mit arbejde bestod ene og alene i at bruge min lægefaglige viden  til at skabe økonomisk fremgang for organisationen. Jeg fik ofte at vide, at jeg ikke nægtede behandling, kun betaling. Jeg ved, hvordan plejen lemlæster og slår patienter ihjel,  så jeg er herfor at fortælle om det beskidte arbejde. Jeg plages ved tanken om alle de mange afslag, jeg har givet. Tak. Hvordan nåede vi dertil, at læger ansat i sygeforsikrings selskaber blev skyld i patienters død? Hvem opfandt systemet? Hvordan begyndte det? Hvordan startede sygesikringen? Takket være magnetbånd ved vi det. (optagelse af Nixons tale om emnet/red.) “Vi har indsnævret vicepræsidentens problemer med denne sag til et enkelt punkt: Om vi skal indlemme disse sygesikringer på samme måde som Edgar Kaisers Permanente-program. I ved godt, jeg er loren ved disse sundhedsprogrammer. (hvad er “loren”?) Det her er privat virksomhed. Det tiltaler mig. Edgar Kaisers program skal skabe profit. Grunden til, at han kan gøre det… Jeg har talt med Edgar Kaiser om det og gået lidt i dybden med det. Målet er mindre sundhedspleje,  for jo mindre pleje, jo større indtjening. Fint. Og målet virker rimeligt. Ikke værst. Jeg foreslår et helt nyt sundhedsprogram. Formålet med programmet er,  at jeg ønsker, at Amerika skal have den bedste sundhedspleje i verden. Og alle amerikanere skal kunne få den pleje, når de har behov for det.” Nixons og Edgar Kaisers plan virkede. I de følgende år fik folk mindre og mindre pleje. Trængsel på det offentlige hospital og ringe kvalitet i behandlingen. Jeg har været her i 18 timer. Det, der ser proppet og stygt ud, kan også være usundt. Mens sygeforsikringerne blev rige, brød systemet sammen. 37 millioner amerikanere er ikke forsikret mod alvorlig sygdom. Taberne er de fattige, der udsætter nødvendig behandling alt for længe.

Det blev ved i årevis. Indtil denne mand kom til byen. (Bill Clinton/red.)
Med lille mor ved sin side. Sprælsk. Smart. Sexet. Nogle mænd kunne ikke kapere det. “I dag bekendtgør jeg dannelsen af en ekspertgruppe, – der skal reformere sundhedsplejen med Hillary Clinton som formand.” Hillary Clinton valgte sundhedspleje for alle som sin mærkesag. Universal dækning nu. Det afhænger ikke af, om man arbejder, er arbejdsløs eller syg. Sundhedspleje, der ikke kan fjernes. Nogle republikanere mener, at det kun er, fordi hun er præsidentfrue. Det er dristigt af præsident Clinton at sætte sin kone i spidsen for det. Jeg deler ikke formandens glæde ved et regeringsstyret sundhedsvæsen,men jeg deler hans ønske om at gøre lovgivningen spændende. Det skal nok lykkes Dem. Vi skal gøre vores bedste. De og doktor Kevorkian. Jeg har hørt om Deres charme og kløgt. Meldingerne om Deres charme er overdrevne,  og meldingerne om Deres kløgt er underdrevne. Hun drev Washington til vanvid. (Hilary Clinton/red.) Skal regeringen styre sundhedsplejen? Man kan ikke vælge læge selv… Mere regeringskontrol…  Mere regerings… Og mindre kontrol til dig og dine. Når mor bliver syg, taler hun måske med en bureaukrat og ikke en læge. Det er noget værre rod. Ikke deres socialistiske plan. Socialistisk overtagelse. Det er et socialt eksperiment.
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Social sundhedssektor. Intet kan skræmme os mere end den tanke. De førende skrækmagere mod den sociale sundhedssektor har altid været de gode læger fra American Medical Association. Så styrer staten hospitalerne! Den bestemmer ydelser, standarder, nedsætte kommissioner,  der bestemmer, hvem der får behandling. Regeringen skal jo behandle alle ens og retfærdigt, ikke? Før os hele vejen til et nyt medicinsystem for alle. Ja, medicin til alle. Det ønskede lægeforeningen ikke. For at banke pointen ind holdt de tusindvis af kaffe slabaradser. De inviterede folk til at høre en plade med en kendt skuespiller om den sociale sundhedssektors onder. “Mit navn er Ronald Reagan. En traditionel metode til at indføre socialisme er via medicin Lægen mister sin frihed. Det er, som når den ene løgn tager den anden. En læge vil praktisere i en by. Så siger regeringen: “De har læger nok. De må tage et andet sted hen.” Enhver kan se, hvad der sker, når det bliver præcedens,  at regeringen bestemmer folks arbejdssted og metoder. Der vil følge andre programmer, som vil invadere vores frihed. Indtil vi en dag vågner op og ser, at vi har socialisme.” Det Hvide Hus maner til besindelse overafbrænding af en Hillary-dukke. Tiderne har ændret sig, men skræmmetaktikkerne havde ikke. Sundhedsindustrien brugte formuer på at forpurre Hillarys plan. Og det lykkedes for dem. Lad mig præsentere præsidenten for jer, for han elsker æggeleg. De næste syv år i Det Hvide Hus var det hende forbudt at nævne det. Er her nogen over to år? 15 år gik, og Amerika havde stadig ingen dækkende sundhedspleje. Amerika dalede ned på en 37.-plads. Lige foran Slovenien. Hvorfor skal vi save hans ben af? Gør det ondt? Men det er forståeligt, for Kongressen var optaget andetsteds. I dag lykønsker jeg folkene bag Just Born Incorporated med deres 50 års jubilæum for et af deres mest anerkendte produkter. Min datters favorit: Marshmallow Peeps. Således gik sundhedsplejen ind i det 21. århundrede uden noget tjek. Humana (forsikringsselskabet/red.) fordobler sit overskud. Der ventes et lignende årsresultat. United Healths aktiepriser tredobles. Med ufattelig indtjening. Aetna er over vurderingen. Der er mange rige aktionærer nu. Er de rede til at dele rigdommen? Direktørerne blev milliardærer. Og de holdt sig lige på kanten af loven.  Men deres største bedrift var, at de købte den amerikanske kongres. Washington på arbejde: Lobbyismen er åbenlys… Med fire gange så mange lobbyister, som der er kongresmedlemmer, klarede de endda at købe gamle fjender. Hillary blev belønnet for sin tavshed. Hun fik en andenplads som modtager af bidrag fra sundhedsplejen. GAMMEL FJENDE LUN PÅ CLINTON

Vi har givet forsikringsbranchen fuld kontrol over sundhedsplejen. Ikke fuld kontrol. Medicinalfirmaerne køber også kongresmedlemmer. Se her, hvad de mænd kostede. Og denne kvinde. Fyren her. Og ham her. Og ham her med. Mine damer og herrer: Amerikas præsident. Og den største check blev gemt til sidst. Hvorfor delte de alle de penge ud? De ville have en lov vedtaget. En lov, der skulle hjælpe pensionister med deres medicin. Lad det stå fuldstændig klart:

Republikanere elsker deres mødre, fædre og bedsteforældre -
lige så højt som alle andre her. Og vi vil tage os af dem. I virkeligheden var det en lov, der giver 800 milliarder skattedollars  til sundhedsindustrien ved at give medicinalfirmaerne frit løb med sundhedsplejen som mellemled. Alle fik deres del af kagen, og manden, de udpegede til opgaven,  var kongresmedlem Billy Tauzin. Han var den rette mand til opgaven, for han havde et hemmeligt våben. “Ingen elsker deres mor højere end jeg. Ingen her elsker deres mor højere eller mindre end nogen af os. Jeg elsker hende. Mener De virkelig, at De elsker Deres forældre højere, end vi elsker vores? Skulle vi måske stemme… Mener De virkelig det, mr. Stoddard?”  De elskede alle sammen deres mødre. De elskede bare ikke vores mødre lige så højt. Det er mig en ære at underskrive dette historiske stykke lovgivning. Forbedringen af loven om receptpligtig medicin af 2003. De fortalte bare ikke, at de ældre skulle betale mere for medicinen. Mere end to tredjedele kunne stadig betale over 2000 dollars om året. Og da det hele var overstået, forlod 14 embedsmænd Capitol Hill for at arbejde inden for sundhedsplejen.  Det samme gjorde et kongresmedlem. Billy Tauzin forlod Kongressen og blev formand for medicinal-lobbyen. Til en løn på to millioner dollars om året. Det var en glædens dag i Washington. Mange amerikanere vidste, de aldrig ville få dækkende sundhedspleje. Og derfor besluttede nogen at søge hjælp andetsteds.
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Vi er på vej over Detroit River. Man kan se den gamle bymidte,  General Motors’ hovedkvarter, centrum og højhusene. Der er en fin udsigt fra broen. Det her er Adrian Campbell. En enlig mor, dersom 22-årig fik kræft.Jeg fik kræft i livmoderen. De sagde: “Vi betaler ikke, for du er 22, så du burde være for ung til at have livmoderhalskræft.” Gældsbundet, men fri af kræften, havde Adrian fået nok af systemet. Hun havde en ny plan.Jeg har det hele klar inden grænsen. Pas, penge til… 3,25 dollars per vej. Det hele ligger klar heroppe. Nu skal du være helt stille, Aurora. Statsborgerskab? Hvor bor De?  I Michigan.  Det er ikke tændt, vel? (kamera/red.) Nej. Godt nok bor hun i Michigan, men et stykke over grænsen bliver Adrian canadier. Du har boet her tre måneder? Et par stykker. Men jeg har ikke søgt om sygesikringsbevis endnu. Det tager lige ti minutter. Det er helt i orden. Tak. Jeg opgav Kyles adresse, og da de spurgte til vores forhold,  skrev jeg, at vi levede sammen papirløst. Jeg bryder mig ikke om at lyve. Det var en hvid løgn, men jeg sparer penge. Her skal man ikke have tegnebogen frem. Det er gratis. Det skal man ikke bekymre sig om. Det giver ingen stress. De ringer efter politiet. Kameraholdet havde vakt mistanke. Jeg tror ikke, de tager mig nu. Så jeg har en anden idé. Jeg tager hen på en anden klinik. Der ligger en… Den, vi kørte forbi. Politiet er kommet. Se.  Jo, Adrian gjorde noget ulovligt. Men vi er amerikanere. Vi går ind i andre lande, når vi har brug for det. Det er frustrerende. Hvis vi giftede os, ville hun straks være dækket. Amerikanere, der gifter sig med canadiere for at få sundhedspleje?
Det lyder som en god idé. Vi kan starte en ny trend. Duer Canadas sundhedspleje ikke? (USA-politiker i TV/red.) Nej, desværre ikke. Man venter måneder på behandling, man venter en uge på her. I Canada skal man vente ni til ti måneder på en bypass-operation. Mange canadiere mener, at det er selve systemet, der er sygt.  De betaler lægerne mindre.  Kirurger må kun udføre et vist antal operationer om året. Det er nemmere at få sin kat eller hund scannet her i Amerika. Man dør, mens man venter på kemo, fordi Ottawa kun har én maskine. Mener I, at en social sundhedssektor er en god idé, så spørg en canadier.
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Så jeg spurgte mine canadiske slægtninge Bob og Estelle. Men de ville ikke ind i Amerika. Jeg skulle møde dem i Sears i Canada. Hvad laver I? Køber forsikring til USA. Vi kommer over til dig. Det er bare lige overfloden. I ville ikke besøge os i Michigan i bare et par timer uden forsikring? Nej. Det holder vi stejlt på. Hvis vi får en på tuden… I vil ikke fanges i sundhedsfælden?  Nej. Vi har intet imod amerikanere eller Amerika… Vi er flinke og enkle mennesker? Ikke enkle, men bestemt flinke. Jeg hørte på de USA-fjendske tanker over det dejlige canadiske køkken. Vi har en ven, der var på Hawaii. Han fik et slag i hovedet, og inden han var rask nok til at rejse hjem,  havde han en lægeregning på over 600.000 dollars.

Hvilken middelklasse-canadier kan klare det? Jeg har det skidt med, at I skal bekymre jer om den slags. Vi kritiserer ikke dit land. Men fakta er,  at vi ikke har råd til at undvære forsikring. End ikke én dag? End ikke én dag. De sendte mig hen på en golfbane for at tale med Larry Godfrey,  som kom til skade på en golfbane under en ferie i Florida. Der kom en lyd, og det gjorde ondt.  Den sene, der holder biceps, var sprunget. Så biceps-musklen var løsnet, og den endte heroppe på brystet. Den røg af armen og op på brystet? Ja. Som alle gode golfspillere spillede Larry runden til ende, inden han søgte lægehjælp. Og der fik han de dårlige nyheder.Jeg var ikke bekymret, for jeg havde tegnet forsikring. Men da han sagde, det blev 23.000-24.000… 24.000? Dollars, ja.  Så var du blevet i Amerika, havde det kostet dig 24.000? I stedet tog du hjem til Canada, og Canada betalte alle udgifter? Operationen? Og det kostede dig? Nul og niks. Hvorfor skal dine landsmænd, som ikke har dit problem… Hvorfor skal de betale for et problem, du har? Fordi vi ville gøre det samme for dem. Sådan har det altid været. Og vi håber, det varer ved. Men hvis nu du kun skulle betale for dine egne problemer? Det er der mange, det ikke er i stand til. Nogen skal jo tage sig af dem. Er du medlem af det socialistiske parti? De Grønne? Nej. Jeg er konservativ. Er det slemt? Det er bare lidt forvirrende. Det bør det da ikke være. Når det angår lægehjælp, så er det lige meget, hvilket parti du tilslutter dig. Men os hinsides floden… (Canada/red.) Hvorfor har vi det ikke sådan? (i USA/red.)
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“Der findes et særligt sted i helvede forbeholdt kvinder, der ikke hjælper hinanden…” M. Albright Anina er offline       Besvar med citat Anina Se offentlig profil Send en besked til Anina Find flere indlæg af Anina Gammel 03-04-08, 14:07       #8 Anina Superbruger Anina’s avatar Registreringsdato: Feb 2005 Lokation: Sjælland, Stjernetegn: Fisk/Dragen Alder: 56 Indlæg: 4,513 Re: Den syge sygeforsikring (“Sicko”) Danske undertekster “Sicko” fortsat: Hvad er der galt med os og det emne? Magthaverne mener åbenbart ikke,  at sundhedspleje skal gælde for alle.

Canadierne gjorde heller ikke, indtil Tommy Douglas kom og fik alle på andre tanker. Én fyr? Ja, én fyr. Kan han ikke komme og besøge os? Han er død, desværre. Han er for nylig blevet æret som den vigtigste person i Canada. Vi agter ham højere… I hele jeres historie? End jeres første premierminister? Mere end Wayne Gretzky.  Nej…? Jo. Mere end Celine Dion?  Mere end Celine, ja. Mere ed Bullwinkle? Måske. Klingen fik fat i handsken  og kørte gennem samtlige fingre og savede dem helt af. Jeg vidste, at jeg skulle have hjælp med det samme. Amputerede fingre, arme eller lemmer er ret så dramatisk.  Med fem fingre er det en 24 timers operation. Så der var fire kirurger, alle sygeplejerskerne og to narkoselæger med. Når sådan en som Brad (skovhugger/red.) kommer, skal vi ikke tænke på, om han har råd. Vi kunne koncentrere os om at yde ham den bedst hjælp. Jeg har talt med en amerikaner, som skar det yderste af to fingre. På hospitalet sagde de, at den ene ville koste omkring 60.000 dollars. Den anden kostede 12.000 dollars. Han skulle vælge mellem de to fingre. Vi har aldrig nægtet at sy en finger på, fordi systemet ikke tillod det.Jeg er glad for at være i et system, hvor jeg kan tage mig af folk  uden at træffe den slags valg- Det, vi havde hørt, passede ikke. Måske var jeg i den forkerte bydel? Så jeg tog hen i den anden ende af byen til et fyldt venteværelse. Hvor længe ventede du? 20 minutter. 45 minutter. Jeg kom straks til. Se, hvor fyldt her er. De gør et utroligt stykke arbejde. Skulle du have tilladelse til at komme her? Nej. Vi kan selv vælge. Det skal ikke forhåndsgodkendes? Nej da…! Kan du selv vælge læge? Ja. Hvad skal du selv betale? Ingenting. Jeg mener ikke, man betaler noget. Det koster ingenting. I USA betaler man for lægehjælp. Men det kan vi slet ikke forstå. Det gælder Parkinsons, slagtilfælde, hjertetilfælde… Vi er utrolig heldige. Vi klager da. Folk klager jo over alting, ikke? Men alt i alt er det et fantastisk system,  der sikrer, at der bliver taget hånd om os alle. Det viser sig, at canadiere lever tre år længere end os.
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“Der findes et særligt sted i helvede forbeholdt kvinder, der ikke hjælper hinanden…” M. Albright Anina er offline       Besvar med citat Anina Se offentlig profil Send en besked til Anina Find flere indlæg af Anina Gammel 03-04-08, 14:08       #9 Anina Superbruger Anina’s avatar Registreringsdato: Feb 2005 Lokation: Sjælland, Stjernetegn: Fisk/Dragen Alder: 56 Indlæg: 4,513 Re: Den syge sygeforsikring (“Sicko”) Danske undertekster til “Sicko fortsat:

- Det tror man gerne på, når man møder amerikanere som Erik.  Nu kommer vi, England! Erik Turnbow fra Olympia i Washington – har hele livet sparet sammen til at besøge Abbey Road i London. Men for Erik var det ikke nok bare at gå over ligesom The Beatles. Han skulle gøre det på sin egen måde. Nu vil Erik gå på hænder over Abbey Road. Prøv igen. Nej, min skulder gik af led. Gør det ondt?  Der ligger et hospital hernede. Det engelske hospital krævede ingen betaling for Eriks ophold. Og kun omkring 10 dollars for de fede stoffer, de gav ham. Er du oppe at køre som Elvis?  Jeg klarer mig. Jeg tog til England for at opklare, hvorfor hospitalsophold er gratis, og medicin kun koster 10 dollars. Hvis jeg kommer med en recept på 30 piller… Hvad koster det? (på apoteket/red.) 6,65 pund. Det er et standardgebyr. Er det omkring 10 dollars? Ja. Hvis jeg skulle have 60 piller? Samme gebyr. 120 piller? Antallet betyder intet? Nej. 6,65.  HIV- eller kræftmedicin?  Stadig 6,65 pund. Hvis man er under 16 eller over 60, er man fritaget. Så kun en voksen med arbejde og penge betaler de 6,65 pund? Alle andre får medicinen gratis? Ja. Der udveksles ingen penge her?  Nej. Jeg er over 60. Hvad skal I med kasseapparatet? Hør, hvor har I brødet, mælken og slikket stående? Jeg kan ikke købe vaskemiddel…?  Nej. Jeg har ikke taget en lang uddannelse for at sælge vaskemiddel. Så nej. Så tog jeg hen på et af de statsdrevne hospitaler.

Jeg skal føde om syv uger. Jeg får et halvt års barsel med løn,  og så kan jeg få et halvt år uden løn. Så jeg holder et år. Det lyder som luksus for mig. Er det ikke sådan i Amerika? Nej, slet ikke, vel? Hvad betaler du for et ophold her?  Ingen betaler. De spurgte, hvordan folk betaler. Det gør man ikke. Man gårbare .Socialforsikring. Der er ingen regning. Selv med forsikring må der da være en regning et sted. Hvor er regningsafdelingen? Der er ingen regningsafdeling.Hvad har I betalt for den baby? Hvabehar? I skal betale, inden I går, ikke?  Nej. Det går over NHS. (National Health Service/red. Det er ikke Amerika. Måske har jeg bedre held et sted, hvor det kan blive rigtig dyrt. (ortopædisk afd./red.) Han har brækket anklen. Hvad koster det?  Han får vel en kæmpe regning? Under NHS er alt gratis. Griner du ad mit spørgsmål? Ja, ingen har spurgt om det før.

Jeg var ved at falde for “alt er gratis”, men så så jeg det her. KASSE
Er det her folk betaler, når de bliver udskrevet? Nej, man betaler ikke. Man tager bare hjem? Hvorfor står der “kasse”, hvis folk ikke skal betale? Vi har en mand bag disken, der refunderer transportudgifter. Folk med begrænsede midler får transporten refunderet. Så på engelske hospitaler kommer der ikke penge ind, men ud.Kriteriet er ikke, om man har betalt, men om man er blevet rask. Jeg var tydeligvis til grin. (Michael Moore/red.) Jeg måtte tale med en god, gammel amerikaner med forståelse. Jeg kom til London i 1992.

Og så blev vi hængende, og vi har fået tre børn.  Alle er født under NHS, National Health Service. Jeg troede som mange amerikanere,  at et socialt sundhedsvæsen var bunden.  At det ville være snusket og fælt ligesom i Sovjetunionen.  Det er forfærdeligt, men det troede jeg. Det troede jeg også. Efter fødslen er det lige ud i hvedemarkerne igen. “Vi har høstet vor hvede for arbejde er ære og hvis vor ydmyge indsats skulle give os en belønning ville vi ikke sige nej vi svarer: Vi kan bruge den høst! Høst! Skovl nu! Kvoten skal holdes.”  Så faldt det mig ind, at i Amerika har vi socialiseret mange ting. Jeg kan godt lide politivæsen, brandvæsen. Og biblioteker.Og så tænkte jeg på, hvorfor vi ikke har flere socialiserede ting. Som sundhedspleje. Hvordan opstod tanken om gratis sundhedspleje til alle? Det hele startede med demokratiet. Inden vi fik stemmeret, lå al magten hos de rige. Havde du penge, kunne du få pleje, uddannelse og sikre din alderdom. Demokratiet gav de fattige stemmeret. Det flyttede magten fra markedspladsen til stemmeurnerne.Fra pungen til stemmesedlen. Det var meget enkelt. I 1930′erne havde iv massearbejdsløshed. Men ikke under krigen. Så hvis man kan skabe beskæftigelse med krig,  kan man også gøre det ved at bygge hospitaler og skoler. Har man penge til at slå folk ihjel, har man også penge til at hjælpe. Man udgav denne folder. Hvornår var det 1948.

- “Sygeforsikring indføres den 5. juli. Hvad er det? Hvordan får man det?”
“Den sørger for al lægehjælp, tandpleje og anden pleje.”  “Alle, rig, fattig, mand, kvinde eller barn, kan anvende den.” “Det koster ikke noget, bortset fra få undtagelser.” “Der er ingen forsikringskrav, men det er ikke velgørenhed.”  “De betaler som skatteydere, og det fritager Dem for økonomiske bekymringer under sygdom.”De få ord siger det hele. Jeg blev forbløffet, da han sagde, at det hele begyndte i 1948.Englænderne havde netop overstået en sønderknusende krig. Landet lå i ruiner og var næsten bankerot. De havde intet.

På blot otte måneder mistede over 42.000 civile livet.  Hvad vi oplevede på to timer 11. september,   gennemlevede de næsten hver dag. Kan I huske, hvordan vi følte efter 11. september? Vi stod last og brast. Sådan må de have haft det. Og det første de gjorde efter krigen var at sørge for gratis sundhedspleje til alle. Selv mrs. Thatcher sagde: “National Health Service er i sikre hænder.” Det er lige så ukontroversielt som stemmeret til kvinder. Englænderne ville ikke acceptere forringelser eller opløsning af NHS. Hvis man ville nedlægge det… Så ville der blive revolution. I en rapport fra American Medical Association om 55-64-årige står,  at englænderne er langt sundere end amerikanerne. For alle sygdomme gjaldt det, at amerikanerne klarede sig dårligst. Kræft, hjerte- og lungesygdomme, overalt lå amerikanerne højest.

Selv de fattigste i England, der har det dårligste helbred, kan forvente at leve længere end de rigeste i Amerika.Hvordan er det som læge at skulle leve under den her statskontrol? Du er familielæge? Praktiserende læge.  Så det er en familiepraksis? Ja, en NHS-praksis. (indenfor National Health Service/red.)Vi er ni læger… Betalt af staten? Så du arbejder for staten? Skal I ringe til statens forsikring, inden I kan behandle folk? Nej. Jeg har normalt ikke noget med penge at gøre. Har du måttet afvise patienter? Nej, aldrig.Har du hørt om nogen, der blev sendt hjem, fordi de ikke kunne betale?  Nej, det ville jeg ikke være med til. Som statsansat er du vel nødt til at bruge offentlig transport? Nej, jeg har bil. En gammel smadrekasse…? (nyeste model af Audi vises på skærmen/red.) Bor du i et belastet kvarter? Nej, jeg bor i et dejligt kvarter. Det er et dejligt hus. Tre etager. Hvor mange familier bor I der? Vi bor… Der er fire soveværelser. Min kone og min søn. Bare os tre. Hvad giver I for det? 550.000 pund.  En million dollars?! Du er statsbetalt læge under den offentlige sygesikring.

Med et hus til en million dollars? Ja. Mine venner synes, vi tjener godt. Hvor godt tjener I? Jeg tjener 85.000 med pension. 85.000 pund om året? Ja. Og så betaler de min pension. Jeg ligger vel på 100.000 pund. Det er næsten 200.000 dollars? Ja. Vi får løn efter, hvad vi laver. Jo bedre vi gør det for patienterne, jo mere får vi i lønHvordan det? Der erkommet et nyt system. Hvis dine patienter har et sundt blodtryk eller bliver ikke-rygere -eller hvis du får klaret folks psykiske problemer, så får du mere.

-Så hvis du får mange til at holde op med at ryge, får du flere penge? Ja. Så amerikanske læger behøver ikke at frygte offentlig sundhedspleje? Nej. Men hvis man vil have et hus til to-tre millioner dollars  og fire-fem lækre biler og seks-syv lækre fjernsyn,  så går det nok ikke. Men vi har det rart her. London er en dyr by, men vi har det rart. I klarer jer med huset til en million dollars, Audi’en og fladskærms-tv’et?
Ja, vi klarer os.
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“Der findes et særligt sted i helvede forbeholdt kvinder, der ikke hjælper hinanden…” M. Albright Anina er offline  Besvar med citat Anina Se offentlig profil Send en besked til Anina Find flere indlæg af AninaGammel 03-04-08, 14:08       #10 Anina Superbruger Anina’s avatar Registreringsdato: Feb 2005 Lokation: Sjælland, Stjernetegn: Fisk/Dragen Alder: 56Indlæg: 4,513 Re: Den syge sygeforsikring (“Sicko”) Danske undertekster til “Sicko” fortsat:  Demokrati er langt mere revolutionerende end socialisme. Hvis man har magt, opfylder man egne og samfundets behov. Ideen med det frie valg, som storkapitalen taler om…Valget fordrer frihed til at vælge. Gældsbyrder fratager en friheden.Så det gavner systemet, hvis almindelige folk er forgældede. Folk med gæld mister håbet, og folk uden håb stemmer ikke. De siger altid: “Alle bør stemme.” Men hvis de fattige i England eller Amerika stemte på folk, få en ægte demokratisk revolution.

-Det ønsker man ikke. Så man fastholder folk i håbløshed. Folk bliver styret på to måder: Skræm dem og demoraliser dem. En uddannet, sund og selvsikker nation er sværere at regere. Det får nogle til at tænke: De skal ikke være uddannede, sunde oselvsikre. Så kan de ikke styres.Én procent af verdens befolkning ejer 80 procent af verdens rigdomme. Utroligt, folk finder sig i det, men de er fattige, demoraliserede, bange.Derfor tager de imod ordrer og håber på det bedstw.
DIT AMERIKANSKE LIV
Vi håber på det bedste, fra det øjeblik vi bliver født. Vi har den største børnedødelighed i den vestlige verden. Et spædbarn i El Salvador har bedre overlevelseschancer end i Detroit. Men det bliver bedre i skolen. Klasselokaler med 40 elever. Ikke sært, at de unge ikke kan finde England på kortet. Men så har vi jo college. Og uddannelsen skaberstudiegæld. Jeg skylder omkring 35.000 dollars for mit tredje år i college. Sådan bliver du en, der har brug for jobbet. 3904, 3905..En arbejdsgiveransætter gerne forgældede folk. De gør ikke vrøvl.  Du skal betale din gæld, men også have et job med sygeforsikring. Tænk at miste sådan et job! De kan altid sige op. Det står ingen steder, at De skal arbejde her. Hvis det ene job ikke er nok til regningerne, kan du bare få flere. Jeg har tre jobs, og jeg føler, jeg yder noget. Tre jobs? Enestående amerikansk. Det er fantastisk.Får du noget søvn? Ellers får du bare lægemidler.

Du er konstant træt og modløs…Hvis du er konstant bekymret, lider du måske af angstsyndrom Det kan være hyperaktivitet. Tal med din læge. Ja, spørg din læge og bed om mere medicin. Så er du bedøvet, til du skal pensioneres. Sagde jeg pension? Hvis du bliver 80, får du den nok. Men nyansatte ser aldrig en øre. Men vores børn skal nok tage sig af os. Vi har jo givet dem et godt liv.Og terrorister skal besejres derovre, så vi ikke skal slås her.
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“Der findes et særligt sted i helvede forbeholdt kvinder, der ikke hjælper hinanden…” M. Albright

 

 

 

American Pie By Don McLean

 

American Pie By Don McLean  Key of G

A long long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make You smile……
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while. 1
But February made me shiver
With every paper I delivered,
Bad news on the door step,
I couldn’t take one more step,

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside,
The day, the music, died.
So…


Refrain:
Bye, bye Miss American Pie 5
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey ‘n’ rye
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above,
If the bible tells you so.
And do you believe in rock ‘n’ roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well I know that you’re in love with him
Cuz I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes
And I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage bronkin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pick up truck
But I knew I was out of luck,
The day, the music, died.
I started singin…

Refrain

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone
But that’s not how it used to be,
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me.

Oh and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.

And while Lennon read a book on Marx,

The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark,
The day, the music, died.
We were singin’…

Refrain

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and fallin’ fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance
Oh but we never got the chance.

As the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed,

the day, the music, died?
We started singin’…


Refrain

Oh and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick
Because fire is the devils only friend.

Oh and as I watched him on the stage,
My hands were clinched in fists of rage,
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan’s spell.

And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight,
The day, the music, died.
He was singin’…

Refrain

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken,
The church bells all were broken.

And the three men I admire most,
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast,
The day, the music, died.
And they were singin’…

Refrain

They were singin’…

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey ‘n’ rye
Singin’ this will be the day that I die.

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SKIN DEEP  Buddy Guy (Life Theme Song) Key of A

  • I’ve been around a while
    I know wrong from right
    And since a long time ago
    Things been always black and white
    Just like you can’t judge
  •  a book  by the cover
  • We all gotta be careful
    How we treat one another
Skin Deep
Skin Deep
Underneath we’re all the same
Skin Deep
Skin Deep
Underneath we all look the same
We’re all of the same
A man in Louisiana
He never called me by my name
He said “boy do this….
and boy do that”….
But I never once complained
I knew he had a good heart
But he just didn’t understand
That I needed to be treated
Just like any other man
Skin Deep
Skin Deep
Underneath we’re all the same
Skin Deep
Skin Deep
Underneath we’re all the same
We’re all of the same       (solo)
I sat my little child down
when he was old enough to know
I said I fell in this big wide world
You’re gonna meet all kinds of folks
I said son it all comes down
to just one simple rule
That you treat everybody just the way
You want them to treat you   (Repeat chorus)
Yeah Skin Deep
Skin Deep
Underneath we’re all the same
Skin Deep
Skin Deep
Underneath we’re all the same
We’re all of the same
Skin Deep
Underneath we’re all the same
Skin Deep
Skin Deep
Underneath we’re all the same
We’re all of the same
Yea
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“She” Elvis Costello  (Key of C sharp)

 

She…. may be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She…… may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
But I’ll remember till the day I die

She…. may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She

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THE BLUES BROTHERS   (Key of E)
“Soul Man”

Comin’ to ya on a dusty road
Good lovin’ I got a truck load
And when you get it you got something
So don’t worry cause I’m coming

I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man

Got what I got the hard way
And I’ll make it better each and every day
So honey don’t you fret
Cause you ain’t seen nothing yet

I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man
Play it Steve!
I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man

Listen
I was brought up on a side street
I learned how to love before I could eat
I was educated from good stock
When I start lovin’ I just can’t stop

I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man

Well grab the rope and I’ll pull you in
Give you hope and be your only boyfriend
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man
You’re a soul man
I’m a soul man
I’m a soul man

I’m a soul man

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Blues Brothers – Sweet Home Chicago (Key of E)

Come on
Oh baby don’t you want to go
Come on
Oh baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home ChicagoCome on
Baby don’t you want to go
Hidehey
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Oh sweet home ChicagoWell, one and one is two
Six and two is eight
Come on baby don’t ya make me late
Hidehey
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home ChicagoCome on
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home ChicagoSix and three is nine
Nine and nine is eighteen
Look there brother baby and see what I’ve seen
Hidehey
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home ChicagoOh come on
Baby don’t you want to go
Come on
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place

Sweet home Chicago

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Blues Brothers – (I Got Everything I Need) Almost (Key of E)

 

I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
But I don’t got you
And you’re the thing I need the most
I got a car that I bought
Won’t get me far
I gotta wish on a star
Tell me mama
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
But I don’t got you
And you’re the thing I need the most
I got friends who like me ’cause I got lots of dough
The people recognize me wherever I go
I don’t got trouble gettin’ high
But if I don’t get you, I believe I will die
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
But I don’t got you
And you’re the thing I need the most
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
But I don’t got you

And you’re the thing I need the most
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Who’s Gonna ‘ Fill  Those Shoes   (Key of E)  Buddy Guy

 

(Somebody got to help me )
Tell me who.. whos  gonna fill their shoes (know what Im talking about)
Tell me who..whos  gonna fill their shoes
Theyre  the ones who made the blues
Whos  gonna fill their shoes. (Thats what I need help about)
Down in the delta.Old sun house
Hard luck and trouble what he was singing about
Robert Johnson heard it made it his own
He got it started Now we got to carry on
Tell me who..  whos gonna fill their shoes
Theyre the ones who made the blues
Whos gonna fill those big shoes
Muddy Waters..  Howlin Wolf..  Willie Dixon…. Sonny Boy too
Little Walter.. Otis Spann.. Jimmy Reed I say .Magic Sound
Tell me who whos gonna fill those shoes
Theyre the ones who made the blues
Whos gonna fill those great big shoes.. (Tell me)
BB n Albert.and Freddie their the King.they ruled the world by bending those guitar strings
Johnnie n Lightnin and Stevie Ray Lord knows we got a debt to pay
Tell me who whos gonna fill those big shoes (Tell me)
Theyre the ones who made the blues
Whos gonna fill those shoes
Tell me who..whos gonna fill those shoes (Tell me)
Tell me who..whos gonna fill those shoes(That Ill be hard to do)
Theyre the ones who made the blues
Whos gonna fill those shoes
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“Call Me The Breeze”    By J J Cale  (Key of F sharp)

They call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
They call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road

I ain’t got me nobody
I ain’t carrying me no load

Ain’t no change in the weather
Ain’t no change in me
Ain’t no change in the weather
Ain’t no change in me

I ain’t hidin’ from nobody
Ain’t nobody hidin’ from me

I got that green light, babe
I got to keep moving on
I got that green light, babe
I got to keep moving on

I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia
Might stay home

LYNYRD SKYNYRD version J J Cale style

“Call Me The Breeze”   Key of F – sharp
Call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
I ain’t got me nobody
I don’t carry me no loadAin’t no change in the weather
Ain’t no changes in me
Well there ain’t no change in the weather
Ain’t no changes in me
And I ain’t hidin’ from nobody
Nobody’s hidin’ from me
Oh, that’s the way its supposed to beWell I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin’ on
Well I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin’ on
Well I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia
I don’t knowWell I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don’t love me no one woman
So I can’t stay in Georgia longWell now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
I ain’t got me nobody
I don’t carry me no load
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Van Morrison– Tupelo Honey Key of B-flat

You can take all the tea in China

Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail right around all the seven oceans
Drop it straight into the deep blue sea
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like honey from the bee

You can’t stop us on the road to freedom
You can’t keep us ’cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor bent on chivalry
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like honey, baby, from the bee

You can’t stop us on the road to freedom
You can’t stop us ’cause our eyes can see
Men with insight, men in granite
Knights in armor intent on chivalry
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like honey, baby, from the bee

You know she’s alright
You know she’s alright with me
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
You know she’s alright
You know she’s alright with me
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
You know she’s alright
You know she’s alright with me
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)

You can take all the tea in China
Put it in a big brown bag for me
Sail it right around all these seven oceans
Drop it smack dab in the middle of the deep blue sea
Because, she’s as sweet as Tupelo honey, yes she is
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like honey, baby, from the bee

She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
She’s an angel of the first degree
She’s as sweet as Tupelo honey
Just like the honey, from the bee
She’s my baby, you know she’s alright
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s my baby, you know she’s alright
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)
She’s my baby, you know she’s alright
She’s alright, she’s alright (she’s an angel)

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The Ghost Of Tom Joad”  Springsteen  Key of Em
Men walkin’ ‘long the railroad tracks
Goin’ someplace there’s no goin’ back
Highway patrol choppers comin’ up over the ridgeHot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin’ ’round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin’ in their cars in the Southwest
No home no job no peace no restThe highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Searchin’ for the ghost of Tom JoadHe pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin’ for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box ‘neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin’ in the city aqueductThe highway is alive tonight
Where it’s headed everybody knows
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Waitin’ on the ghost of Tom JoadNow Tom said “Mom, wherever there’s a cop beatin’ a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there’s a fight ‘gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I’ll be there
Wherever there’s somebody fightin’ for a place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin’ hand
Wherever somebody’s strugglin’ to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you’ll see me.”Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
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"You and Tequila" by Kenny Chesney (featuring Grace Potter)

G Bm C (x4)

G           Bm   C    G                   Bm     C
Baby here I am again, kicking dust in the canyon wind
G        Bm      C           G Bm C
Waiting for that sun to go down
G               Bm     C    G               Bm     C
Made it up Mulholland Drive, hell-bent on getting high
G      Bm       C          G
High above the lights of town

D                        G
You and tequila make me crazy
D                          G
You run like poison in my blood
Bm                             Em
One more night could kill me, baby
C                                 D         G Bm C G Bm C
One is one too many, one more is never enough
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G               Bm    C    G                      Bm        C
For 30 days and 30 nights, I've been putting up a real good fight
G           Bm     C               G Bm C
There were times I thought you'd win
G            Bm   C    G                 Bm     C
It's so easy to forget the bitter taste morning left
G               Bm     C           G
Swore I wouldn't go back there again

D                       G
You and tequila make me crazy
D                          G
You run like poison in my blood
Bm                             Em
One more night could kill me, baby
C                                     D       Em
One is one too many, and one more is never enough
Em                    A
When it comes to you, oh the damage I could do
Em                            C
It's always your favorite sins that do you in

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
G Bm C (x4)

D                        G
You and tequila make me crazy
D                          G
You run like poison in my blood
Bm                             Em
One more night could kill me, baby
C                                     D         G Bm C G Bm C
One is one too many, and one more is never enough
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Rainy Night In Georgia     Brook Benton or Ray Charles or Bozz Skaggs

Dmaj7   D C G D 2x *

D              G         D                G             D
Hoverin' by my suitcase, tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
           G        D                       G             D           Bm
Heavy rain fallin', seems I hear your voice callin' "It's all right."

                 F#m    Bm                 F#m    Em
A rainy night in Georgia, a rainy night in Georgia
                   G                    D     Em
It seems like it's rainin' all over the world
                 G                    D
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

D            G         D                   G       D
Neon signs a-flashin', taxi cabs and buses passin' through the night
          G            D              G                  D            Bm
A distant moanin' of a train seems to play a sad refrain to the night

                 F#m    Bm                      F#m    Em
A rainy night in Georgia, such a rainy night in Georgia
                     G                    D    Em
Lord, I believe it's rainin' all over the world
                 G                    D
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

Cmaj7            Bm       Cmaj7
How many times I wondered
                       Bm
It still comes out the same
Em        D                     Em
No matter how you look at it or think of it
     G     Em           Cmaj7  G        D
It's life, and you just got to play the game

  D                    G        D            G         D
I find me a place in a box car, so I take my guitar to pass some time
                        G              D                 G               D          Bm
Late at night when it's hard to rest I hold your picture to my chest and I feel fine

                          F#m    Bm                            F#m    Em
But it's a rainy night in Georgia, baby, it's a rainy night in Georgia,  I
          G                    D    Em                          G
feel it's rainin' all over the world, kinda lonely now and it's rainin' all over the
D    Em
world
                       G              Em
Oh, have you ever been lonely, people?
                         G                           D    Em
And you feel that it was rainin' all over this man's world
                G     D
You're talking about, rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin', rainin',
                                                    G
rainin', rainin' rainin', rainin', rainin' over the world
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“Jesus Just Left Chicago”   ZZ TOP (Key of G)

Jesus just left Chicago and he’s bound for New Orleans.
Well now, Jesus just left Chicago and he’s bound for New Orleans.
Yeah, yeah.
Workin’ from one end to the other and all points in between.Took a jump through Mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through Mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Yeah, yeah.
Then out to California through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, Jesus.You might not see him in person but he’ll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but he’ll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You don’t have to worry ’cause takin’ care of business is his name.
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Only Women Bleed   Alice Cooper “G”

Man’s got his woman to take his seed
He’s got the power – oh
She’s got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she canShe cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleedMan makes your hair gray
He’s your life’s mistake
All you’re really lookin’ for is an even breakHe lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in painShe cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleedBlack eyes all of the time
Don’t spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleedOnly women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
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Buddy Guy – Early In The Morning Lyrics   (Drop down D)

Early in the morning I can’t get right
I had a little date with my baby last nightI said, early in the morning (early in the morning)
I know it’s early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (yeah)
And I ain’t got nothin’ but the blues (blues)I went to the places where we used to go
I went to her house and she don’t live there no moreI said, early in the morning (early in the morning)
I know it’s early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (yeah)
And I ain’t got nothin’ but the blues (blues)I went to a girlfriend’s house and she was out
I knocked on her father’s door and he began to shoutI said early in the morning (early in the morning)
I know it’s early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (yeah)
And I ain’t got nothin’ but the blues (blues)(yeah)
(early in the morning)
(early in the morning)
(early in the morning)
(yeah)
(blues)I went to Bob Evans to get me something to eat (yeah)
The waitress looked at me said, “Buddy, you sure look beat” (yeah)I said early in the morning (early in the morning)
I know it’s early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (yeah)
And I ain’t got nothin’ but the blues (blues)

I had a lot of money when I started out (yeah)
I can’t find my baby, you know my money run out (yeah)

I said early in the morning (early in the morning)
I know it’s early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (yeah)
And I ain’t got nothin’ but the blues (blues)

Early in the morning (yeah)
And I ain’t got nothin’ but the blues (blues)

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“Trudy”  Charlie Daniels Band    A

Call up Trudy on the telephone
Send a letter in the mail
Tell her I’m hung up in Dallas
And they won’t let me outta’ this jail

And if she asks you how I’m fairing
Tell her I’m just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker,  And the girl I left behind
Now Johnny Lee Walker was a card mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black moustache

And he loved his whiskey and he loved his women
Drove a big long Cadillac limousine
Kept a big fine fancy town house in Dallas
And a hotel suite in New Orleans

Carried a switch blade knife in his left hip pocket
And a 44 hog leg up under his coat
Cut you down in a New York minute
If he catch you cheating that was all she wrote

So call up Trudy on the telephone
Send her a letter in the mail
Tell her I’m hung up in Dallas
And they won’t let me outta’ this jail

If she asks you how I’m fairing
Tell her I’m just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

I just got to town last Friday evening
Sure as hell didn’t mean to stay
I was on my way back to Louisiana
Had a powerful thirst and six months pay

I met a peroxide blonde in a bar on D-ville
I was flying high and feeling mean
Poured down a bottle and a half of red eye
I dropped 35 dollars in the slot machine

And the boys in the back was dealing 7 card
I set down and won me a 110
I was raking in chips like Grant took Richmond
Till big Johnny Lee come a strolling in

He red dogged the table like a 707
Pretty soon he done won all of my bread
I accused him of cheating he reached for a pistol
I grabbed a chair and went upside of his head

Then I took off a running like a motorcycle
Heard the bullets whining and sirens wail
But it took half the cops in Dallas County
Just to put one coon ass boy in jail

So call up Trudy on the telephone
Send her a letter in the mail
Tell her I’m hung up in Dallas
And they won’t let me outta’ this jail

And if she asks you how I’m fairing
Tell her I’m just about to lose my mind
Worried about old Johnny Lee Walker
And the girl I left behind

The Road  Jackson Brown   “G”

Highways and dance halls
A good song takes you far
Your write about the moon
And you dream about the stars
Blues in old motel rooms
Girls in daddy’s car
You sing about the nights
And you laugh about the scars
Coffee in the morning cocaine afternoons
You talk about the weather
And you grin about the rooms
Phone calls long distance
To tell how you’ve been
Forget about the losses, you exaggerate the wins
And when you stop to let ‘em know
You’ve got it down
It’s just another town along the road

The ladies come to see you
If your name still rings a bell
They give you damn near nothin’
And they’ll say they knew you well
So you tell ‘em you remember
But they know it’s just a game
And along the way their faces
All begin to look the same
And when you stop to let ‘em know
You got it down
It’s just another town along the road

Well it isn’t for the money
And it’s only for a while
You stalk about the rooms
And you roll away the miles
Gamblers in the neon, clinging to guitars
You’re right about the moon
But you’re wrong about the stars
And when you stop to let ‘em know
You got it down
It’s just another town along the road

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If I die young    The Band Perry      Key of A  (E-A-E-B7-D#minor)

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river , at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh ooh oh ooh

Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She’ll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors
Oh, and life ain’t always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain’t even gray, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life
Oh, well, I’ve had just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life
Oh, well, I’ve had just enough time

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I’ve never known the loving of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

There’s a boy here in town, says he’ll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Oh, well, I’ve had just enough time

So put on your best, boys, and I’ll wear my pearls
what i never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell ‘em for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singing
Funny, when you’re dead how people start listening

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you’re really gonna need them, oh

The sharp knife of a short life
Oh, well, I’ve had just enough time
So put on your best boys
And I’ll wear my pearls

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Suite Judy Blue Eyes  Crosby, Stills, & Nash  “D”

It’s getting to the point
where I’m no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely

I am yours, you are mine
you are what you are
And you make it hard
Remember what we’ve said
and done and felt
about each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don’t let the past remind us
of what we are not now
I am not dreaming

I am yours, you are mine
you are what you are
And you make it hard

Tearing yourself away
from me now you are free
and I am crying
This does not mean I don’t love you
I do, that’s forever
yes and for always

I am yours, you are mine
you are what you are
And you make it hard

Something inside is telling me that
I’ve got your secret
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock
and laughter the key to your heart
and I love you

I am yours, you are mine
you are what you are
And you make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard
And you make it hard

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin’, please be gone
I’m tired of you
What have you got to lose?

Can I tell it like it is?
(Help me I’m sufferin’)
Listen to me baby
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Help me I’m dyin’
It’s my heart that’s a sufferin’
(it’s a dyin’)
that’s what I have to lose

I’ve got an answer
I’m going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays? (hey hey hey)
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song don’t be long
thrill me to the marrow

Voices of the angels
ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
“How can you catch the sparrow?”

Lacy, lilting, lady
losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady

Doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo

(sung simultaneously with the doo-doo’s)

Que linda me la traiga Cuba
(How happy it makes me to think of Cuba)
la reina de la Mar Caribe
(the smiles of the Caribbean Sea)
Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi
(Sunny sky has no blood, and how sad that)
y que triste que no puedo vaya
(I’m not able to go)
Oh va, oh va, va
(Oh go, oh go go)

Doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo

Rolling Stones  “You can’t Always Get What You Want”  C

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was a footloose man
No, you can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was a footloose man
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you might find
You get what you need

And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, “We’re gonna vent our frustration
If we don’t we’re gonna blow a 50-amp fuse”
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
You get what you need

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was “dead”
I said to him

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need
You get what you need–yeah, oh baby

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands

You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

“IF”  Pink Floyd  E7

If I were a swan, I’d be gone.
If I were a train, I’d be late.
And if I were a good man,
I’d talk with you
More often than I do.

If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don’t put
Your wires in my brain.

If I were the moon, I’d be cool.
If I were a rule, I would bend for you.
If I were a good man, I’d understand
The spaces between friends.

If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I’d be home and dry.
And if I go insane,
And they lock me away,
Will you still let me join in the game?

If I were a swan, I’d be gone.
If I were a train, I’d be late again.
If I were a good man,
I’d talk with you
More often than I do.

Cool Lyrics – Cool Artists!

 Baby It’s You :  The Smiths  Key of “E”   E/DflatMinor/Fsharpmin/B/E


 Baby It’s You :  The Smiths  Key of “E”   E/DflatMinor/Fsharp/B/E

It’s not the way you smile that touched my heart.
It’s not the way you kissed that tears me apart.
Many, many, many nights go by.
I sit alone at home and cry over you.
What can I do?
Don’t want nobody, nobody
Cause, baby, it’s you.
Baby, it’s you.
Is it true what they say about you?
They say you’ll never, ever, never be true.
It doesn’t matter what they say.
I know I’m gonna love you any old way.
What can I do?
What ’bout you?
Don’t want nobody, nobody.
Baby, it’s you.
Baby, it’s you. Baby.
It doesn’t matter what they say.
I know I’m gonna love any old way.
What can I do?
What ’bout you?
Don’t want nobody, nobody.
Baby, it’s you.
Baby, it’s you.

Don’t leave me alone.
Come on home.
Baby, it’s you.
Baby, it’s you.
You know I need your lovin’
You know I love you.
Baby, it’s you.
Baby…

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The Load out/Stay  Jackson Browne  Key of G

Now the seats are all empty,
Let the roadies take the stage.
Pack it up and tear it down.
They’re the first to come,
And last to leave.
Working for that minimum wage.

They’ll set it up in another town.
Tonight the people were so fine.
They waited there in line,
And when they got up on their feet
They made the show.
And that was sweet but I can hear the sound,
Of slamming doors and folding chairs.
And that’s a sound they’ll never know.

Now roll them cases out and lift them amps.
Haul them trusses down and get’em up them ramps.
‘Cause when it comes to movin’ me,
You know, you guys are the champs.
But when that last guitar’s been packed away,
You know that I still want to play.
So just make sure you got it all set to go,
Before you come for my piano.

Instrumental break, cheering & whistling, featuring steel guitar.

But the band’s on the bus,
And they’re waiting to go.
We’ve got to drive all night,
And do a show in Chicago.
Or Detroit, I don’t know,
We do so many shows in a row.

And these towns all look the same.
We just pass the time in the hotel rooms,
And wander ’round backstage.
Till those lights come up,
And we hear that crowd,
And we remember why we came.

Instrumental break, featuring steel guitar and full band.

Now, we got Country & Western on the bus, R & B.
We got Disco and 8-tracks,
And cassettes in stereo.
We’ve got rural scenes & magazines,
And we’ve got truckers on CB.
And we got Richard Pryor on the video.
We got time to think of the ones we love,
While the miles roll away.
But the only time that seems too short,
Is the time that we get to play.

People you’ve got the power,
Over what we do,
You can sit there and wait,
Or you can pull us through.
Come along, sing the song,
You know that you can’t go wrong.
‘Cause when that morning sun comes beatin’ down,
You’re going to wake up in your town.
But we’ll be scheduled to appear,
A thousand miles away from here.

People stay just a little bit longer.
We want to play-ay just a little bit longer.

Browne & Lindley:
Now, the promoter don’t mind.
And the union don’t mind.
If we take a little time,
And we leave it all behind,
And sing ((one more song…))

Oh-oh, won’t you stay-ay.
Just a little bit longer-er-er-er.
Please, please, please, say you will.
((Say you will.))

Instrumental break.

Oh won’t you stay-ay-ay.
Just a little bit longer.
Oh-oh, please, please, stay-ay-ay.
Just a little bit more.

Browne:
Now, the promoter don’t mind.
And the roadies don’t mind.
If we take a little time,
And we leave this all behind,
And sing one more song.

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All The Things You Are    By  Kern & Hammerstein II   (1939)

Fm7  Bbm7     Eb7                       Abmaj7
You are the promised kiss of springtime
          Dbmaj7                G7            Cmaj7
That makes the lonely winter seem long.
Cm7  Fm7     Bb7                     Ebmaj7
You are the breathless hush of evening
        Abmaj7             Am7b5      D7
That trembles on the brink of a lovely
Gmaj7
song.
Gmaj7         Am7
You are the angel glow
     D7              Gmaj7
That lights a star.
    Cmaj7        F#m7b
The dearest things I know
     B7                 E         C+
Are what you are.
Fm7  Bbm7            Eb7           Abmaj7
One day my happy arms will hold you
    Dbmaj7  Dbm7   Abmaj7           Bdim7
And someday I'll know that moment divine
        Bbm7                      Eb7      Abmaj7
When All The Things You Are are mine.

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Us And Them  Pink Floyd  (Drop down D)

Us and Them
And after all we’re only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it’s not what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
And the General sat, as the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and Blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it’s only round and round and round
Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There’s room for you inside
Down and Out
It can’t be helped but there’s a lot of it about
With, without
And who’ll deny that’s what the fightings all about
Get out of the way, it’s a busy day
And I’ve got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died

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Who’s Cheatin’ Who Lyrics by Alan Jackson   G

Everywhere you look you can write a book
On the trouble of a woman and a man
But you can not impose you can’t stick your nose
Into something that you don’t understand

[Chorus]
Still you wonder
Who’s cheatin’ who, who’s being true
Who don’t even care anymore
It makes you wonder
Who’s doing right with someone tonight
And who’s car is parked next door

I thought I knew her well I really couldn’t tell
That she had another lover on her mind
You see it felt so right when she held me tight
How could I be so blind

[Chorus]

A heart is on the line each and every time
Love is stolen in the shadows of the night
Though it’s wrong all along it keeps goin’ on
As long as you keep in outta sight

[Chorus: x3]

Who’s Cheatin’ Who Lyrics

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Chains     Patty Loveless   (A)        Writers Hal Bynum / Bud Reneau)

Bought a ticket to Seattle but I can’t get to the plane
Every time I leave you I keep running out of chain
I hunger for your love it never gives me any slack
But if I ever break away, I’m never coming back to these

Chains, chains, shackles and chains
No matter what it takes some day I’m gonna’ break these
Chains, chains, shackles and chains
These love taking, heart breaking, cold, hard, lonely making chains

You never try to hold me ’till you see me walking out
I guess you’d rather be with me than ever be without
You call me back and kiss me and my heart begins to sink
When I know that all you’re doing’s taking up another link in these

Chains, chains, shackles and chains
No matter what it takes some day I’m gonna break these
Chains, chains, shackles and chains
These love taking, heart breaking, cold, hard, lonely making chains

Love was never meant to be a one-way street
I was never meant to be falling at your feet
You got me where you want me and I don’t know what to do
You don’t belong to me but I belong to you in these

Chains, chains, shackles and chains
No matter what it takes some day I’m gonna break these
Chains, chains, shackles and chains
These love taking, heart breaking, cold, hard, lonely making chains

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Simon & Garfunkel – The Only Living Boy in New York (Key B7)


Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know your part’ll go fine.
Fly down to Mexico.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am,
The only living boy in New York.

I get the news I need on the weather report.
I can gather all the news I need on the weather
report.
Hey, I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am
The only living boy in New York

Half of the time we’re gone but we don’t know where,
And we don’t know here.

Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know you’ve been eager to fly now.
Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da
Like it shines on me
The only living boy in New York,
The only living boy in New York.

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Bob Dylan:  Sittin’ On Top Of The World

Key of  (Drop Down D)

Was in the summer
One early fall
Just tryin’ to find my
Little all and all
Now she’s gone
An’ I don’t worry
Lord, I’m sittin’ on top of the world.

Was in the spring
One summer’s day
Just when she left me
She gone to stay
Now she’s gone
An’ I don’t worry
Lord, I’m sittin’ on top of the world.

Now don’t come runnin’
Holdin’ up your hand
Can get me a woman
Quick as you can get a man
Now she’s gone
An’ I don’t worry
Lord, I’m sittin’ on top of the world.

Happen for days
Didn’t know your name
Oh, why should I worry
Or crave you in vain ?
Now she’s gone
An’ I don’t worry
Lord, I’m sittin’ on top of the world.
Went to the station
Down in the yard
Gonna get me a freight train
Work’s done got hard
Now she’s gone
An’ I don’t worry
Lord, I’m sittin’ on top of the world.

The lonesome days
They have gone by
Why should I beg you ?
You said goodbye
Now she’s gone
An’ I don’t worry
Lord, I’m sittin’ on top of the world.

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Footlights” Merle Haggard Key of C

I live a kind of life
Most men only dream of
I make my living writing songs
And singin’ them

I’m a whole lot older now
And there’s still no place to go when it’s over
So I’ll hide my age and make the stage
And try to kick the footlights out again

I throw my old guitar across the stage
And watch my bassman takes the ball
And the crowd goes nearly wild
To see my guitar nearly fall

After twenty years of pickin’
We’re still alive and kickin’ down the wall
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out
Walk away without a curtain call

Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again
And try to hide the mood we’re really in
Might not put on our old instamatic grins
Tonight we’ll kick the footlights out again, kick ‘em out

I live a kind of life
Most men only dream of
And I make my living writing songs
And singin’ them
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I had a Beautiful Time Lyrics Merle haggard Key of “A”

We met down town in the bar room
Both of us needing a friend
And you brought me home to your doorstep
It was there you invited me in

We spent the wee hours dancing
To your favourite home stereo sounds
We talked about what we been needin’
Discussin’ our ups and our downs

And I’ve had a beautiful time
Holding your heart next to mine
I poured out the feelings while you poured the wine
And I’ve had a beautiful time

If I seem a wee bit uneasy
You really sized me up right
There’s somebody home still up waiting
She probably been waiting up all night

I can’t say I found any answers
But you listen while I ride alone
And you little beautiful lady
And you kept me from being alone

And I’ve had a beautiful time
Holding your body next to mine
I poured out the feelings while you poured the wine
And I’ve had a beautiful time

I’ve had a beautiful time
Holding your heart next to mine
We poured out the feelings and then we poured the wine
And I’ve had a beautiful time

You poured out the feelings while we poured the wine
And I’ve had a beautiful time
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2 More Bottles Of Wine by Emmy Lou Harris Key of A


We came out west together with a common desire
The fever we had might-a set the west coast on fire
Two months later got a troublin’ mind
‘Cause my baby moved out and left me behind
But it’s all right ’cause it’s midnight and I got two more bottles of wine

Well, the way he left sure turned my head around
Seemed like over night he just up and put me down
Ain’t gonna let it bother me today
‘Cause I’ve been workin’ and I’m too tired anyway
But it’s all right ’cause it’s midnight and I got two more bottles of wine

Well, I’m sixteen hundred miles from the people I know
I’ve been doin’ all I can but opportunity sure comes slow
Thought I’d be big star by today
But I’ve been sweepin’ out a warehouse in West L.A.
But it’s all right ’cause it’s midnight and I got two more bottles of wine
Yes, it’s all right ’cause it’s midnight and I got two more bottles of wine

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Fallin and Flyin “Crazy Heart” Jeff Bridges (Key of A)

I was goin’ where I shouldn’t go
seein’ who I shouldn’t see
doin’ what I shouldn’t do
and bein’ who I shouldn’t be

a little voice told me it’s all wrong
another voice told me it’s alright
I used to think I was strong
but lately I just lost the fight

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while

I got tired of bein’ good
started missing that old feeling free
stop actin’ like I thought I should
and went on back to bein’ me

I never meant to hurt no one
I just had to have my way
if there is such a thing as too much fun
this must be the price you pay

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while

you never see it comin’ till it’s gone
it all happens for a reason
even when it’s wrong
especially when it’s wrong

funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while
funny how fallin’ feels like flyin’
for a little while

I was goin’ where I shouldn’t go
seein’ who I shouldn’t see
doin’ what I shouldn’t do
and bein’ who I shouldn’t be

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Blame It on Your Heart  ~ Patty Loveless (D)

You’ve got a thing or two to learn about me baby
‘Cause I ain’t taking it no more and I don’t mean maybe
You don’t know right from wrong
Well the love we had is gone
So blame it on your lying, cheating, cold dead beating,
Two-timing, double dealing
Mean mistreating, loving heart

Well all I wanted was to be your one and only
And all I ever got from you was being lonely
Now that dream is laid to rest
‘Cause you have failed the test
So blame it on your lying, cheating, cold dead beating,
Two-timing, double dealing
Mean mistreating, loving heart

Are you headed for a heartache, oh yeah
Gonna get a bad break, oh yeah
You made a bad mistake, oh yeah
Well, you’re never gonna find another love like mine
Someone’s gonna do you like you done me honey
And when she does you like she’ll do you, it ain’t funny
You need some sympathy
But don’t be calling me
Hey blame it on your lying, cheating, cold dead beating
Two-timing, double dealing
Mean mistreating, loving heart

Are you headed for a heartache, oh yeah
Gonna get a bad break, oh yeah
You made a bad mistake, oh yeah
Well, you’re never gonna find another love like mine
Someone’s gonna do you like you done me honey
And when she does you like she’ll do you, it ain’t funny
You need some sympathy
But don’t be calling me
Hey blame it on your lying, cheating, cold dead beating
Two-timing, double dealing
Mean mistreating, loving heart

Ya blame it on your lying, cheating, cold dead beating, two-timing, double dealing
Mean mistreating, loving heart

 

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“Layla” Unplugged    Eric Clapton  (Key of Dm)

What’ll you do when you get lonely
And nobody’s waiting by your side?
You’ve been running and hiding much too long.
You know it’s just your foolish pride.

[Chorus:]
Layla, you’ve got me on my knees.
Layla, I’m begging, darling please.
Layla, darling won’t you ease my worried mind.

I tried to give you consolation
When your old man had let you down.
Like a fool, I fell in love with you,
Turned my whole world upside down.

[Chorus]

Let’s make the best of the situation
Before I finally go insane.
Please don’t say we’ll never find a way
And tell me all my love’s in vain.

[Chorus: x2]

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Suzanne : Cohen, Leonard; Key of “A”

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know, she’s half crazy

It’s why you want to be there
She feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China

And just when you mean to tell her
You have no love to give her
She gets you on her wave length
And she lets the river answer
You’ve always been her lover

And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
and you know she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind

Jesus was a sailor
When He walked upon the water
And He spent a long time watching
From His lonely wooden tower

And when He knew for certain
Only drowning men could see Him
He said,”All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them”

But He, Himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him
You want to travel blind
And you know he will find you
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind

Suzanne takes your hand now
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters

And the sun pours down like honey
On our, our lady of the harbour
She shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers

There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her
You want to travel blind
And you know she’ll find you
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind

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“The Last Resort”         EAGLES  Key of E

She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea

She heard about a place people were smilin’
They spoke about the red man’s way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can’t wait to tell you all,
what it’s like up there
And they called it paradise
I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do

Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught ‘em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought ‘em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: “Jesus is coming”
Brought the white man’s burden down
Brought the white man’s reign

Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here

We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name
of God

And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it’s like up there
They call it paradise
I don’t know why
You call some place paradise,
kiss it goodbye

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Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Bob Dylan Key Of D

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The kings of tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mothers drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

With your sheet-metal memory of cannery row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just cant help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, youre on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

The famous Robert Zimmerman (Bob Dylan), wrote this piece for his ex-wife Sarah….

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Misery and Gin Performed by Merle Haggard Key of E


Memories and drinks don’t mix too well.
And jukebox records don’t play those wedding bells.
Starin’ at the world through the bottom of a glass,All I see is a man who’s fading fast.

Tonight I need that woman again.
What I’d give for my baby to just walk in.
Sit down beside me and say it’s al-right.
Take me home and make sweet love to me tonight.Chorus
But here I am again, mixin’ misery and gin.

Sittin’ with all my friends and talkin’ to myself.
I look like I’m havin’ a good time but any fool can tell,
That this Honkytonk Heaven really makes ya’ feel like hell.

I light a lonely womans cigarette,
We both start talkin’ ’bout what we want to forget.
Her life story and mine are the same
We both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame.
Chorus

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It Don’t Matter Any more Buddy Holly Key of E

There you go, and baby, here am I
Well, you left me here so I could sit and cry
Well, golly gee, what have you done to me?
Well, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore

Do you remember, baby, last September
How you held me tight each and every night?
Well, whoopsie daisy, how you drove me crazy
But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore

There’s no use in me a-cryin’
I’ve done everything and now I’m sick of tryin’
I’ve thrown away my nights
And wasted all my days over you

Well, you go your way and I’ll go mine
Now and forever till the end of time
I’ll find somebody new, and baby, we’ll say we’re through
And you won’t matter anymore

There’s no use in me a-cryin’
I’ve done everything and now I’m sick of tryin’
I’ve thrown away my nights
And wasted all my days over you

Well, you go your way and I’ll go mine
Now and forever till the end of time
I’ll find somebody new, and baby, we’ll say we’re through
And you won’t matter anymore
You won’t matter anymore

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Merle Haggard “What Am I Gonna Do With The Rest Of My Life” Key of A A/Bm/E/A

I can make it for a day or two without you
And maybe I can make it through the night
I can smoke I can drink and probably be alright until morning
But what am I gonna do with the rest of my life
I’ve got things that I can do I’ve got places I can go to this evening
I’ve got whiskey I can drink that’ll help me not to think about you leaving
Yes I can smoke and I can drink probably be alright till morning
But what am I gonna do with the rest of my life
[ guitar ]
I’ve got things that I can do…
But what am I gonna do with the rest of my life

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CROSBY, STILLS & NASH
“Teach Your Children” (Key of Drop down D)

You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.
And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye.
Teach your children well, their father’s hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix, the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
And you, of the tender years can’t know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth, they seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well, their children’s hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams, the one they fix,the one you’ll know by.
Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

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Helpless Neil Young (Key of D)


There is a town in North Ontario
Dream comfort mem’ry to spare
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my changes were there

Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes    Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
Babe, can you hear me now?
The chains are locked and tied across the door
Baby, sing with me somehow

Blue, blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the sky
Throwing shadows on our eyes

Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless

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Almost cut my hair CSNY (Key of Am)

Almost cut my hair
Happened just the other day
It’s gettin’ kind of long
I could’ve said it was in my way

But I didn’t and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly
And I feel like I owe it, yeah, to someone, yeah

Well, must be because I had the flu this Christmas
Oh, yeah and I’m not feeling up to par
Oh, I tell you baby this increases my paranoia
Yeah, like looking in my mirror and seeing a police car

Well, well, I’m not, I’m not giving in an inch to fear
Well, you know I’ve promised myself this year
Well, I feel oh, like I owe it, I owe, I owe it to someone
Oh, Like I owe it to someone

Oh, yes when I get myself together
Yeah, you can find me in that sunny southern weather, yeah

I’m goin’ to find a space inside a laugh, yes
Separate the wheat from some chaff
Oh, and I feel
Like I owe it, yeah, to someone

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LEONARD COHEN “Sisters Of Mercy” Key of Drop down D


Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who’ve been travelling so long.

Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I’ve been where you’re hanging, I think I can see how you’re pinned:
When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don’t turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won’t make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.

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“Home”   SHERYL CROW  (Key of G)

I woke up this morning
Now I understand
What it means to give your life
To just one man
Afraid of feeling nothing
No bees or butterflies
My head is full of voices
And my house is full of lies[chorus]
This is home, home
And this is home, home
This is homeI found your standing there
When I was seventeen
Now I’m thirty-two
And I can’t remember what I’d seen in you
I made a promise
Said it everyday
Now I’m reading romance novels
And I’m dreaming of yesterday[Chorus]I’d like to see the Riviera
And slowdance underneath the stars
I’d like to watch the sun come up
In a stranger’s arms[Chorus]I’m going crazy
A little everyday
And everything I wanted
Is now driving me away
I woke this morning
To the sound of breaking hearts
Mine is full of questions
And it’s tearing yours apart…
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ALABAMA “Lady Down On Love” B flat modulate to C


It’s her first night on the town since she was just eighteen
A lady down on love and out of hope and dreams
The ties that once bound her now are broke away
And she’s like a baby, just learning how to play.

She never thought that love could ever end so soon
Her mind drifts back in time to a mid-summer moon
When he asked her to marry and she gladly said okay
And a woman came to be from the girl of yesterday.

Now, she’s a lady down on love
She needs somebody to gently pick her up
She’s got her freedom, but she’d rather be bound
To a man who would love her and never let her down.

(modulate to c)

Well, I know a lady that’s down on her love
‘Cause I used to hold her and have that special touch
But work took me a way from home late at nights
And I wasn’t there when she turned out the lights
Then both of us got lonely and I gave into lust
And she just couldn’t live with a man she couldn’t trust.

Now, she’s a lady down on love
She needs somebody to gently pick her up
She’s got her freedom, but she’d rather be bound
To a man who would love her and never let her down
Now she’s a lady down on love…

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Beatles “Real Love” Key of D


All my little plans and schemes,
lost like some forgotten dreams,
seems that all I really was doing
was waiting for you.

Just like little girls and boys,
playing with their little toys.
Seems like all they really were doing
was waiting for love.

Don’t need to be alone,
no need to be alone.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.

From this moment on I know
exactly where my life will go.
Seems that all I really was doing
was waiting for love.

Don’t need to be afraid,
no need to be afraid.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.

Thought I’d been in love before,
but in my heart, I wanted more.
Seems like all I really was doing
was waiting for you.

Don’t need to be alone,
don’t need to be alone.
It’s real love, it’s real.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.
It’s real love, it’s real.
Yes it’s real love, it’s real.
It’s real love, it’s real.

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Elvis Presley – You Don`t Have To Say You Love Me

(Key of B-flat/E-fla9/A-flatmaj7/D-flatmaj7/Gm/C)

When I said, I needed you
You said you would always stay
It wasn`t me who changed, but you
And know you`ve gone away
Don`t you know that now you`re gone
And I`m left her on my own
Then I have to follow you
And beg you to come home
You don`t have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don`t have to stay forever
I will understand
Believe me, believe me
I can`t help I love you
But believe me, I`ll never tie you down
Left alone with just a memory
Life seems dead and so unreal
All that`s left is loneliness
There`s nothing left to feel

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THE SILVER TOUNGED DEVIL AND I – Kris Kristoferson Key of A
(I love the clever lyrics on this song that is “Owed to John Prine)


I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern
To buy me a bottle of beer
I sat myself down by a tender young maiden
Who’s eyes were as dark as her hair

And while I was searching from bottle to bottle
For something un-foolish to say
That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows
And smilingly stole her away

chorus: I said girl don’t you know he’s a devil
He’s everything that I ain’t
Hiding intentions of evil under the smile of a saint
All he’s good for is getting in trouble
And slipping his share of the blame
And some people swear he’s my double
And some even say we’re the same
But the silver-tongued devil’s got nothing to lose
And I’ll only live ’till I die
We take our own chances and pay our own dues
The silver tongued devil and I

Like all the young ladies who’ve laid down beside him
She knew in her heart that he lied
But nothing that I could have said could have saved her
No matter how hard that I tried
‘Cause she’ll offer her soul up to darkness and danger
Of a world that she’s never known
And open her arms at the smile of a stranger
Who’ll love her and leave her alone

chorus

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Promised Land Elvis Presley Key of A

(Words & music by Chuck Berry)
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound
And rode into Raleigh
And on across Caroline

We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
Halfway across Alabam’
And that hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham

Right away I brought me a through train ticket
Ridin’ across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won’t let the poor boy down

Sure as she bore me, she bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Alburquerque
On a jet to the promised land

Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate

Swing low chariot come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line

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In My Own Mind  Lyle Lovett   (Key of G)

I get up in the morning
Drink a cup of coffee
I look out of the window
I try to get it started
I turn it all over
Plow it all under
I plant ‘em in the springtime
Pick ‘em in the summer

I live in my own mind
Ain’t nothin but a good time
No rain just the sunshine
Out here in my own mind
I live where I can breathe
Ain’t nothin but a cool breeze
Nobody that it won’t please
Out here where I can breathe

Randy and Danny Ray
They’ll show back up any day
That’s one thing you can count on
But sometimes they’ll be long gone
I’d rather be hunting
Hooked on fishing
I read it on their t-shirts
And if you don’t believe it

I live in my own mind
Ain’t nothin but a good time
No rain just the sunshine
Out here in my own mind
I live where I can breathe
Ain’t nothin but a cool breeze
Nobody that it won’t please
Out here where I can breathe

Hardwood floor creakin’
Bedroom door squeakin’
She’s standing in the kitchen
I thought that she’d still be sleepin’
Kiss her on the forehead
Asked her how she slept
She says, ‘honey, it’s so early
Probably shouldn’t speak yet’

I live in my own mind
Ain’t nothin but a good time
No rain just the sunshine
Out here in my own mind
I live where I can breathe
Ain’t nothin but a cool breeze
Nobody that it won’t please
Out here where I can breathe

Artist : Kinks Song : Celluloid Heroes


Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star,
And everybody’s in movies, it doesn’t matter who
you are.
There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street,
And if you walk down Hollywood boulevard
Their names are written in concrete!

Don’t step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the
boulevard,
She looks so weak and fragile that’s why she
tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess
And they sat her on a throne,
But she turned her back on stardom,
Because she wanted to be alone.

You can see all the stars as you walk down
Hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognize, some that you’ve hardly
even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for
fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in
vain.
Rudolph valentino, looks very much alive,
And he looks up ladies’ dresses as they sadly
pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
’cos he’s liable to turn and bite,
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life.
If you covered him with garbage,
George sanders would still have style,
And if you stamped on mickey Rooney
He would still turn round and smile,
But please don’t tread on dearest Marilyn
’cos she’s not very tough,
She should have been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.

You can see all the stars as you walk down
hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly
even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for
fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in
vain.

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star
And everybody’s in show biz, it doesn’t matter
who you are.

And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along Hollywood boulevard.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie
show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and
heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

You can see all the stars as you walk along
Hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognize, some that you’ve hardly
even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for
fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in
vain.

Oh celluloid heroes never feel any pain
Oh celluloid heroes never really die.

] I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie
show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and
heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

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The Traveling Wilburys 7 Deadly Sins ” C”

Seven, seven, seven–deadly sins
That’s how the world begins
Watch out when you step in
For seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins
That’s when the fun begins
(Seven deadly sins)

(Sin number one) was when you left me
(Sin number two) you said goodbye
(Sin number three) was when you told me a little white lie

Seven deadly sins
Once it starts, it never ends (seven deadly sins)
Watch out around the bend (seven deadly sins)
A seven deadly sins (seven deadly sins)

(Sin number four) was when you looked my way
(Sin number five) was when you smiled
(Sin number six) was when you let me stay
Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why

Seven deadly sins
So many rules to bend
Time and time again
Seven deadly sins
Seven deadly sins

(Seven deadly sins)
(Seven deadly sins)
(Seven deadly sins)

Seven deadly sins
That’s how the world begins (seven deadly sins)
Watch out when you step in (seven deadly sins)
For seven deadly sins
Seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (seven) seven (deadly sins)

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Box of Rain Grateful Dead – Key of G

 Key of G (D starts it off) D/Am/C/Em/G

Look out of any window
any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
birds are winging or
rain is falling from a heavy sky -
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
this is all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago

Walk out of any doorway
feel your way, feel your way
like the day before
Maybe you'll find direction
around some corner
where it's been waiting to meet you -
What do you want me to do,
to watch for you while you're sleeping?
Well please don't be surprised
when you find me dreaming too

Look into any eyes
you find by you, you can see
clear through to another day
I know it's been seen before
through other eyes on other days
while going home --
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago

Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through

Just a box of rain -
wind and water -
Believe it if you need it,
if you don't just pass it on
Sun and shower -
Wind and rain -
in and out the window
like a moth before a flame

It's just a box of rain
I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
or leave it if you dare
But it's just a box of rain
or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long long time to be gone
and a short time to be there 

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Grateful Dead Ripple  “Ripple”  in  G

 If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they’re better left unsung.
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who’s to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.La dee da da da, la da da da da, da da da, da da, da da da da da
La da da da, la da da, da da, la da da da, la da, da da.
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Tender Years By: Beaver Brown Band key of G

When the moon hung soft and low,
Catchin’ stardust in the light
You held me closer and closer
There was magic in the night

A sweet love song, a melody
that I still can recall
Two young hearts filled with dreams
To walk away with it all

Whoa, whoa tender years
Won’t you wash away my tears
How I wish you were here
Please don’t go, tender years

A summer love, a beach romance
Sought her kisses in the sand
Two young hearts filled with fire
Lost in never-neverland.

Whoa, whoa tender years
Won’t you wash away my tears
How I wish you were here
Please don’t go, tender years

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(This song was written for and inspired by Johnny Cash)

The Pilgrem: Kris Kristoferson Key of A modulate to B

Photo taken By Eric Turnbow @ Shelton Casino 09-24-2011

See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans,
Wearin’ yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile
Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams,
Which he spent like they was goin’ outta style
And he keeps right on a ‘changin’ for the better or the worse,
Searchin’ for a shrine he’s never found
Never knowin’ if believin’ is a blessin’ or a curse,
Or if the goin’ up was worth the comin’ down

CHORUS:
He’s a poet, he’s a picker
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.

(Modulate to B)
He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars,
And he’s traded in tomorrow for today
Runnin’ from his devils, Lord, and reachin’ for the stars,
And losin’ all he’s loved along the way
But if this world keeps right on turnin’ for the better or the worse,
And all he ever gets is older and around
From the rockin’ of the cradle to the rollin’ of the hearse,
The goin’ up was worth the comin’ down

CHORUS:
He’s a poet, he’s a picker
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
There’s a lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.

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Heaven Was A Drink Of Wine
Recorded by Merle Haggard Key of C

Photo taken By Eric Turnbow @ Shelton Casino 09-24-2011

That psychoed-out psychologist asked me about my drinking ways
Every question that he asked me all related back unto my childhood days
But if the truth was known I never took to drinking long
Long as she was mine but when she left me I went to hell
And heaven was a drink of wine

That good doctor said to look at all those ink-spots
And tell me what you see
Could I help it if they all looked like big ole broken hearts to me
All my friends and kin will tell you ole Hag ain’t the drinking kind
But when she left me I went to hell and heaven was a drink of wine

Get back get back get on back and leave me alone
Can’t you see that you can’t help a man that’s this far gone
Hey good doctor I’ve got something you can’t find in my mind
But when she left me I went to hell and heaven was a drink of wine

Hey good doctor heaven was a drink of wine

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Stray Cats – I Won’t Stand In Your Way (D)

Well, I got a low down dirty feeling
That I’ve been cheated on and lied to
If it’s so then it’s wrong, we’ve hung on for so long
Why don’t we have that magic anymore?

I’ve got a strange sneaking suspicion
It’s been going on for sometime now
Something shines in your eyes
Something stirs deep inside
I won’t stand in your way anymore

You say that I’m just a little boy
Who’s easily led astray
Well, aren’t you that same little girl
Who always gets her way?

I’ve got a strange sneakin’ suspicion
It’s been goin’ on for sometime now
Something shines in your eyes
Something stirs deep inside
I won’t stand in your way anymore

You say that I’m just a little boy
Who’s easily led astray
Well, aren’t you that same little girl
Who always gets her way?

Well, I got a low down dirty feeling
I’ve been cheated on and lied to
If it’s so then it’s wrong
We’ve hung on for so long

I won’t stand in your way
I won’t stand in your way
Won’t stand in your way
Any more

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The Gulf Of Mexico Shawn Mullens Key of A

She cooks him ham and hotcakes at 5:30 in the morn
She does the dishes and irons his uniforms
And she thinks she might have loved him once but that was long ago
And the rain pours down like a holy waterfall over the Gulf of Mexico

The boardwalk’s deserted and the beach is all closed down
And the middle school punk rockers ride their skateboards through the town
And she looks back and she daydreams about things and people she’s never seen
Just to keep from being blue
And she gets home about a quarter to four
And drives her brother to the liquor store on ocean avenue

And I’m parked on the state line on this cold November day
And pretty soon I’ll be a drivin fool somewhere down this lost highway
Then I hear a voice from my soul’s core
Sayin “freedom’s just a metaphor, you got nowhere to go”
And the rain pours down like a holy waterfall over the Gulf of Mexico

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House at Poo Corner: Kenny Loggins Key of E

Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon
And posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
But I’ve wandered much further today than I should
And I can’t seem to find my way back to the wood

So help me if you can, I’ve got to get
Back to the house at Pooh Corner by one
You’d be surprised there’s so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
And Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh

Winnie The Pooh doesn’t know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
When he came to me asking help and advise
And from here no one knows where he goes
So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he’s there
How to loosen the jar from the nose of a bear

So help me if you can, I’ve got to get
Back to the house at Pooh Corner by one
You’d be surprised there’s so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Oh, chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher Robin
Back to the ways of Christopher Robin
Back to the days of Pooh

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Apeman       Artist: kinks   (Key of G)


I think I’m sophisticated
‘Cos I’m living my life like a good homosapien
But all around me everybody’s multiplying
Till they’re walking round like flies man
So I’m no better than the animals sitting in their cages
in the zoo man
‘Cos compared to the flowers and the birds and the trees
I am an ape man
I think I’m so educated and I’m so civilized
‘Cos I’m a strict vegetarian
But with the over-population and inflation and starvation
And the crazy politicians
I don’t feel safe in this world no more
I don’t want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an ape man
I’m an ape man, I’m an ape ape man
I’m an ape man I’m a King Kong man I’m ape ape man
I’m an ape man
‘Cos compared to the sun that sits in the sky
compared to the clouds as they roll by
Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies
I am an ape man
In man’s evolution he has created the cities and
the motor traffic rumble, but give me half a chance
and I’d be taking off my clothes and living in the jungle
‘Cos the only time that I feel at ease
Is swinging up and down in a coconut tree
Oh what a life of luxury to be like an ape man
I’m an ape, I’m an ape ape man, I’m an ape man
I’m a King Kong man, I’m a voo-doo man
I’m an ape man
I look out my window, but I can’t see the sky
‘Cos the air pollution is
fogging up my eyes
I want to get out of this city alive
And make like an ape man
Come and love me, be my ape man girl
And we will be so happy in my ape man world
I’m an ape man, I’m an ape ape man, I’m an ape man
I’m a King Kong man, I’m a voo-doo man
I’m an ape man
I’ll be your Tarzan, you’ll be my Jane
I’ll keep you warm and you’ll keep me sane
and we’ll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day
Just like an ape man
I’m an ape man, I’m an ape ape man, I’m an ape man
I’m a King Kong man, I’m a voo-doo man
I’m an ape man.
I don’t feel safe in this world no more
I don’t want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore
And make like an ape man.

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“If Not For You” George Harrison Version Key of G Dylan Penned

If not for you
Babe, I couldn’t even find the door
I couldn’t even see the floor
I’d be sad and blue, if not for you

If not for you
Babe, the night would see me wide awake
The day would surely have to break
It would not be new, if not for you

If not for you, my sky would fall
Rain would gather, too
Without your love I’d be nowhere at all
I’d be lost, if not for you

If not for you
The winter would hold no spring
Couldn’t hear a robin sing
I just wouldn’t have a clue, if not for you

If not for you, my sky would fall
Rain would gather, too
Without your love I’d be nowhere at all
I’d be lost, if not for you

If not for you
The winter would hold no spring
Couldn’t hear a robin sing
I just wouldn’t have a clue, if not for you

If not for you

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He Stopped Loving Her Today: Key of A (George Jones)

He said I’ll love you ’til I die
She told him you’ll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still prayed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she’d come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you.
I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn’t see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I’d seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)

Ya’ know she came to see him one last time
Oh, we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he’s over her for good

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

He said I’ll love you ’til I die
She told him you’ll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still prayed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she’d come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you.
I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn’t see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I’d seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)

Ya’ know she came to see him one last time
Oh, we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he’s over her for good

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they’ll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

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We’re All The Way Eric Clapton Key of Drop down D

There’s no cause to think that I won’t stay;
Haven’t I been with you all the way?
There’s no time like now to make amends.
After all, we are more than friends.

This could be the time for you and me.
We could go wherever we should be.
So don’t put words between us we shouldn’t say,
And don’t be acting halfway
When you know we’re all the way.

There are times when I don’t see the light.
I don’t know if what I do is right.
But when I’m wrong, it’s never meant for you,
So don’t confuse my love with what I do.

Chorus

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Blind Faith – Sea of Joy key of A

Following the shadows of the skies,
Or are they only figments of my eyes?
And I’m feeling close to when the race is run.
Waiting in our boats to set sail.
Sea of joy.

Once the door swings open into space,
And I’m already waiting in disguise.
Is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail.
Sea of joy.

Having trouble coming through,
Through this concrete blocks my view
And it’s all because of you.

Oh, is it just a thorn between my eyes?
Waiting in our boats to set sail.
Sea of joy.

Sea of joy.
Sea of joy.
Sailing free.
Sea of joy.

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Help Me Make It Through The Night Kris Kristofferson Key of G

(Photo taken By Eric Turnbow @ Shelton Casino 09-24-2011)

Take the ribbon from my hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin soft against your skin
Like the shadow on the wall

Come and lay down by ma side
Till the early mornin light
All I’m takin is your time
Help me make it through the night

I don’t care what’s right or wrong
N I wont try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
Lord, tonight I need a friend

Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrows out of sight
And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night

And it’s sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night

I don’t want to be alone
Help me make it through the night

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ELVIS PRESLEY “I Washed My Hands In Muddy Water” Key of E

I was born in Macon Georgia
They kept my daddy over in Macon jail
He told me if you keep your hands clean
You won’t hear them bloodhounds on your trail

Well I fell in with bad companions
Robbed a man, oh up in Tennessee
They caught me way up in Nashville
They locked me up and threw away the key

I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands, but they didn’t come clean
Tried to do what my daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream

Well I asked the judge now when’s my time up
He said son, oh you know we won’t forget
If you try just to keep your hands clean
We might just make a good man of you yet

Oh I couldn’t wait to get my time up
I broke out, broke out of Nashville jail
I just crossed the state-line of Georgia
Well I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail

I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands, but they didn’t come clean
Tried to do what my daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream

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Autumn Leaves MERCER, JOHNNY Key of Am

The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hands
I used to hold
Since you went away
The days grow long
And soon I’ll hear
Old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all
My darling
When autumn leaves
Start to fall
Night Life Key of D

When that ev’nin’ sun goes down
Yeah, you’ll find me hangin’ around
Because the night life
It ain’t no good life but it’s my life

Yeah, yeah, yeah listen to the blues
Listen to what they’re sayin’
Oh, please listen to the blues
Listen to the blues they’re playin’

Ah, ah, all of the people just like you and me
They’re all dreamin’ about their old used to be
Because the night life
It ain’t no good life but it’s my life

They tell me life’s an empty scene
An avenue of broken dreams
Because the night life
It ain’t no good life but it’s my life

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Further on up the road Eric Clapton Key of E

Further on up the road someone’s gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road someone’s gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road, baby, just you wait and see.

You gotta reap just what you sow; that old saying is true.
You gotta reap just what you sow; that old saying is true.
Just like you mistreat someone, someones gonna mistreat you.

You been laughing, pretty baby, someday you’re gonna be crying.
You been laughing, pretty baby, someday you’re gonna be crying.
Further on up the road you’ll find out I wasn’t lying.

Further on up the road someones gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road someones gonna hurt you like you hurt me.
Further on up the road, baby, just you wait and see.

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Harvest Moon lyrics Neil Young Key of Drop Down D

Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin’
We could dream this night away.

But there’s a full moon risin’
Let’s go dancin’ in the light
We know where the music’s playin’
Let’s go out and feel the night.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it’s gettin’ late
And the moon is climbin’ high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin’ in your eye.

Because I’m still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I’m still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

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Mull of Kintyre Paul McCartney Key of G

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Far have I travelled and much have I seen
Darkest of mountains with valleys of green
Past painted deserts the sun sets on fire
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my memories remain
Flickering embers go higher and higher
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

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Until Its Time For You To Go Elvis Lyric Key of D

You’re not a dream,
You’re not an angel,
You’re a woman,
I’m not a king,
I’m just a man,
Take my hand,
We’ll make a space,
In this life that we planned,
And here we’ll stay,
Until it’s time for you to go.

Yes, we’re diff’rent, worlds apart,
We’re not the same,
We laughed and played,
At the start, like in a game,
You could have stayed,
Outside my heart,
But in you came,
And here you’ll stay,
Until it’s time for you to go.

Don’t ask why, Don’t ask how,
Don’t ask forever, love me, love me,
Love me, love me now

This love of mine,
Had no beginning,
It has no end,
I was an oak,
Now I’m a willow,
Now I can bend,
And tho’ I’ll never,
In my life see you again,
And still I’ll stay,
Until it’s time for you to go.

Don’t ask why, Don’t ask how,
Don’t ask forever, love me, love me,
Love me, love me now.

This love of mine, had no beginning,
It has no end,
I was an oak, now I’m a willow,
And I can bend,
And thou I’ll never,
In my life see you again,
Here I’ll stay,
Until it’s time for you to go,
Yes I’ll stay,
Until it’s time for you to go

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It’s Over ELVIS Key of C (For M.J.G.)

If time were not a moving thing
And I could make it stay
This hour of love we share
Would always be
There’d be no coming day
To shine a morning light
And make us realize our night is over

When you walk away from me
There is no place to put my hand
Except to shade my eyes against the sun
That rises over the land
I watch you walk away
Somehow I have to let you go
Cause it’s over

If you knew just how I really feel
You might return and yet
There are so many times
That people have to love and then forget
Oh there might have been a way somehow
I have to force myself to say
It’s over

So I turn my back,
Turn my collar to the wind
Move along in silence
Trying not to think at all
I set my feet before me
Walk the silent street before me
Now it’s over

If time were not a moving thing
And I could make you stay
This hour of love we share
Would always be
There’d be no coming day
To shine a morning light
And make us realize our night is over      It’s over

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Separate Ways ELVIS Key of E (For M.J.G.)

I see a change is coming to our lives
Its not the same as it used to be
And its not too late to realise our mistake
Were just not right for each other

Love has slipped away left us only friends
We almost seem like strangers
All thats left between us are the memories we shared
Of times we thought we cared for each other

Theres nothing left to do but go our separate ways
And pick up all the pieces left behind us
And maybe someday, somewhere along the way
Another love will find us

Some day when shes older, maybe she will understand
Why her mom and dad are not together
The tears that she will cry when I have to say goodbye
Will tear at my heart forever

Theres nothing left to do but go our separate ways
And pick up all the pieces left behind us
And maybe someday, somewhere along the way
Another love will find us
Very Cool song by the great J.J. Cale. Cool Lyrics!

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JJ Cale » Magnolia  Key of G Maj7 (GMaj/Dma7/BMin.A/GMaj7)

Whippoorwill’s singing
Soft summer breeze
Makes me think of my baby
I left down in New Orleans
I left down in New Orleans
Magnolia, you sweet thing
You’re driving me mad
Got to get back to you, babe
You’re the best I ever had
You’re the best I ever had
You whisper “Good morning”
So gently in my ear
I’m coming home to you, babe
I’ll soon be there
I’ll soon be there
Magnolia, you sweet thing
You’re driving me mad
Got to get back to you, babe
You’re the best I ever had
You’re the best I ever had
You’re the best I ever had
You’re the best I ever had
I love the line about Jesus looking like Elvis! Could it be true? Cool Lyric!

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“Atlantis” Lyrics By Donovan Key of “C”

The continent of Atlantis was an island
Which lay before the great flood
In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.
So great an area of land, that from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South
And the North Americas with ease
In their ships with painted sails.
To the east, Africa was a neighbor,
Across a short strait of sea miles.

The great Egyptian age is but a remnant
Of the Atlantian culture.
The antediluvian kings colonized the world;
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.

Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist, the magician,
And the other so-called Gods of our legends,
Though Gods they were.
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind,
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new . . .
Hail Atlantis!

Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .
Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .

My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I love you, girl;
Girl, I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah,
I want to see you some day, oh,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I want to see you;
My antediluvian baby—gotta tell me where she gone—
I want to see you some day,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, oh yeah;
Oh glub glub, down down, yeah . . .
Check out all the nifty references in this track! Cool lyrics!

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“Hallelujah” LEONARD COHEN key of C

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

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Marc Cohn – Walking In Memphis Key of F (F/G/C/Am/)

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy — won’t you look down over me
Yeah I got a first class ticket
But I’m as blue as a boy can be

Then I’m walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered ’round his tomb
But there’s a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room

(Chorus)

They’ve got catfish on the table
They’ve got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven’t got a prayer
But boy you’ve got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would –
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
And she said –
“Tell me are you a Christian child?”
And I said “Ma’am I am tonight”

(Chorus)

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain

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JULIA THE BEATLES Key of D

Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you, Julia

Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia

Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering,
In the sun

Julia, Julia, morning moon, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia

When I cannot sing my heart
I can only speak my mind, Julia

Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, touch me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Hum hum hum…calls me
So I sing a song of love for Julia, Julia, Julia

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BOBBY GOLDSBORO Honey Key of C Modulate to D

See the tree, how big it’s grown
But friend it hasn’t been too long
It wasn’t big
I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it, was just a twig
Then the first snow came
And she ran out to brush the snow away
So it wouldn’t die
Came runnin’ in all excited
Slipped and almost hurt herself
And I laughed till I cried
She was always young at heart
Kinda dumb and kinda smart and I loved her so
And I surprised her with a puppy
Kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago
And it would sure embarrass her
When I came in from workin’ late
‘Cause I would know
That she’d been sittin’ there and cryin’
Over some sad and silly late, late show

And honey, I miss you
And I’m bein’ good
And I’d love to be with you
If only I could

She wrecked the car and she was sad
And so afraid that I’d be mad
But what the heck
Though I pretended hard to be
Guess you could say she saw through me
And hugged my neck
I came home unexpectedly
And caught her cryin’ needlessly
In the middle of the day
And it was in the early Spring
When flowers bloom and robins sing
She went away

And honey, I miss you
And I’m bein’ good
And I’d love to be with you
If only I could

One day while I was not at home
While she was there and all alone
The angels came
Now all I have is memories of Honey
And I wake up nights and call her name
Now my life’s an empty stage
Where Honey lived and Honey played
And love grew up
And a small cloud passes overhead
And cries down on the flower bed
That Honey loved

And see the tree how big it’s grown
But friend it hasn’t been too long
It wasn’t big
And I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it, was just a twig
Beatles For No One Key of C

You day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words
of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you
She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn’t
feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes, you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You want her, you need her
And yet you don’t believe her
When she says her love is dead
You think she needs you

And in her eyes, you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone
but now he’s gone
She doesn’t need him
your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things
she said will fill your head
You won’t forget her

And in her eyes, you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

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“Rockstar” Nickelback    Key Of G

      

I’m through with standing in line
To clubs we’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth
And I’m never gonna win
This life hasn’t turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I’ll need a credit card that’s got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus:]
‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I’ll have the quesadilla, on the house)
I’m gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name

[Chorus]

And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I’m gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

I’ll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don’t get ‘em wrong

[Chorus]

And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

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We Didn’t Start The Fire lyrics Billy Joel
(Billy Joel is brilliant here! Very Dylanesque!)

49 harry truman, doris day, red china, johnnie ray
South pacific, walter winchell, joe dimaggio

50 joe mccarthy, richard nixon, studebaker, television
North korea, south korea, marilyn monroe

51 rosenbergs, h-bomb, sugar ray, panmunjom
Brando, the king and I and the catcher in the rye

52 Eisenhower, vaccine, englands got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

Chorus
We didnt start the fire
It was always burning
Since the worlds been turning
We didnt start the fire
No we didnt light it
But we tried to fight it

53 joseph stalin, malenkov, nasser and prokofiev
Rockefeller, campanella, communist bloc

54 roy cohn, juan peron, toscanini, dacron
Dien bien phu falls, rock around the clock

55 einstein, james dean, brooklyns got a winning team
Davy crockett, peter pan, elvis presley, disneyland

56 bardot, budapest, alabama, krushchev
Princess grace, peyton place, trouble in the suez

Chorus

57 little rock, pasternak, mickey mantle, kerouac
Sputnik, chou en-lai, bridge on the river kwai

58 lebanon, charles de gaulle, california baseball
Starkweather, homicide, children of thalidomide

59 buddy holly, ben hur, space monkey, mafia
Hula hoops, castro, edsel is a no-go

60 u-2, syngman rhee, payola and kennedy
Chubby checker, psycho, belgians in the congo

Chorus

61 hemingway, eichmann, stranger in a strange land
Dylan, berlin, bay of pigs invasion

62 lawrence of arabia, british beatlemania
Ole miss, john glenn, liston beats patterson

63 pope paul, malcolm x, british politician sex
Jfk, blown away, what else do I have to say

Chorus

64 – 89 birth control, ho chi minh, richard nixon back
again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline
Ayatollahs in iran, russians in afghanistan

Wheel of fortune, sally ride, heavy metal, suicide
Foreign debts, homeless vets, aids, crack, bernie
goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, chinas under martial law
Rock and roller cola wars, I cant take it anymore

Chorus

We didnt start the fire
But when we are gone
Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on…

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“Highway 61 Revisited”  (BOB DYLAN LYRICS are so Brilliant!)

Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me on”
God say, “No.” Abe say, “What ?”
God say, “You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin’ you better run”
Well Abe says, “Where do you want this killin’ done ?”
God says. “Out on Highway 61″.

Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose
Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard where can I go
Howard said there’s only one place I know
Sam said tell me quick man I got to run
Ol’ Howard just pointed with his gun
And said that way down on Highway 61.

Well Mack the finger said to Louie the King
I got forty red white and blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones that don’t ring
Do you know where I can get ride of these things
And Louie the King said let me think for a minute son
And he said yes I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61.

Now the fift daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren’t right
My complexion she said is much too white
He said come here and step into the light he says hmmm you’re right
Let me tell second mother this has been done
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61.

Now the rowin’ gambler he was very bored
He was tryin’ to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61.

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“Ballad Of A Thin Man” Dylan is poetic as ever!

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, “Who is that man ?”
You try so hard
But you don’t understand
Just what you’ll say
When you get home.

Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You raise up your head
And you ask, “Is this where it is ?”
And somebody points to you and says
“It’s his”
And you says, “What’s mine ?”
And somebody else says, “Where what is ?”
And you say, “Oh my God
Am I here all alone ?”

But something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, “How does it feel
To be such a freak ?”
And you say, “Impossible”
As he hands you a bone.

And something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations.
You’ve been with the professors
And they’ve all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You’ve been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books
You’re very well read
It’s well known.

But something is happening here
And you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, “Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan”.

And you know something is happening
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word “NOW”
And you say, “For what reason ?”
And he says, “How ?”
And you say, “What does this mean ?”
And he screams back, “You’re a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home”.

Because something is happening
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin’ around
You should be made
To wear earphones.

Does something is happening
And you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

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Sopranos Theme Song Key of F

You woke up this morning. Got yourself a gun.
Mama always said you’d be the Chosen One.

She said: You’re one in a million you’ve got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign, with a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning all the love has gone,
Your Papa never told you about right and wrong.

But you’re looking good, baby, I believe you’re feeling fine, (shame about it),
Born under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyes.

You woke up this morning the world turned upside down,
Thing’s ain’t been the same since the Blues walked into town.

But you’re one in a million you’ve got that shotgun shine.
Born under a bad sign, with a blue moon in your eyes.

When you woke up this morning, when you woke up this morning,
When you woke up this morning, you got yourself a gun.
One After 909 Beatles

My baby says she’s traveling on the one after 909
I said move over honey, I’m traveling on that line
I said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby, don’t be cold as ice, she said she’s
traveling on the one after 909

Well I begged her not to go and I begged her on my
bended knees
I said you’re only fooling around, you’re only fooling
around with me
I said move over once, move over twice, come on baby
don’t be cold as ice
She said she’s traveling on the one after 909

Pick up my bag, run to the station, rail man says,
you’ve got the wrong location, yeah

Pick up my bags, run right home, then I find, you got
the number wrong

She said she’s traveling on the one after 909
Said move over honey I’m traveling on that line
Said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby, don’t be cold as ice, she said she’s
traveling on the one after 909

Well, my baby said she’s traveling on the one after 909
Said move over honey, I’m traveling on that line
Said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby, don’t be cold as ice, she said she’s
traveling on the one after 90
Said I’m traveling on the one after 90, Said I’m
traveling on the one after 909

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Only Daddy That’ll Walk The Line  WAYLON Key of E

Everybody knows you’ve been steppin’ on my toes
And I’m gettin’ pretty tired of it
You keep a steppin’ out of line
You’re messin’ with my mind
If you had any sense you’d quit

Bridge:
‘Cause ever since you were a little bitty teeny girl
You said I was the only man in this whole world
Now you better do some thinkin’ then you’ll find
You got the only daddy that’ll walk the line

I keep a workin’ every day all you want to is play
I’m tired of stayin’ out all night
I’m comin’ unglued
From your funny little moods
Now Honey baby that ain’t right

bridge
riff (2x)
solo
riff (2x)

You keep a packin’ up my clothes nearly everybody
knows
That you’re still just a puttin’ me on
But when I start a walkin’
Gonna hear you start a squawkin’
And beggin’ me to come back home

bridge

You got the only daddy that’ll walk the line

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I’M ON FIRE Bruce Springsteen  (Key of E)


Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I’m on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I’m on fire

Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the
middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I’m on fire

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I’ve Been Everywhere Hank Snow  (Key of C)

[C] I was totin’ my pack
Along the dusty Winnemucca road
When along came a semi
With a high and canvas covered load
“If you’re [F] going to Winnemucca, Mack
With me you can ride.”
So I [C] climbed into the cab
And then I settled down inside
He [G] asked me if I’d seen a road
With so much dust and sand
And I said, [C] [P]
“Listen, Bud I’ve traveled every road in this here
land.”

(Chorus)
[C] I’ve been everywhere, man
I’ve been everywhere, man
[F] ‘Cross the deserts bare, man
I’ve [C] breathed the mountain air, man
[G] Of travel, I’ve had my share, man
[C] I’ve been [G] every-[C] where.

Been to [C] Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota,
Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota,
[F] Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma,
[C] Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma,
[G] Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo,
[C] Tocopilla, Barranquilla, and Padilla, I’m a
killer.

[C] I’ve been everywhere, man
I’ve been everywhere, man
[F] ‘Cross the deserts bare, man
I’ve [C] breathed the mountain air, man
[G] Of travel, I’ve had my share, man
[C] I’ve been [G] every- [C] where.

Change to C#:
[C#] Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana,
Washington, Houston, Kingston, Texarkana,
[F#] Monterey, Ferriday, Santa Fe, Tallapoosa
[C#] Glen Rock, Black Rock, Little Rock, Oskaloosa,
[G#/Ab] Tennessee, Hennessey, Chicopee, Spirit Lake,
[C#] Grand Lake, Devil’s Lake, Crater Lake, for Pete’s
sake;

[C#] I’ve been everywhere, man
I’ve been everywhere, man
[F#] ‘Cross the deserts bare, man
I’ve [C#] breathed the mountain air, man
[G#/Ab] Of travel, I’ve had my share, man
[C#] I’ve been [G#/Ab] every-[C#] where.

Change to D;
[D] Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika,
Shefferville, Jacksonville, Waterville, Costa Rica,
[G] Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield, Shreveport,
[D] Hackensack, Cadillac, Fond Du Lac, Davenport,
[A] Idaho, Jellicoe, Argentina, Diamontina,
[D] Pasadena, Catalina, see what I mean, sir;

[D] I’ve been everywhere, man
I’ve been everywhere, man
[G] ‘Cross the deserts bare, man
I’ve [D] breathed the mountain air, man
[A] Of travel, I’ve had my share, man
[D] I’ve been [A] every-[D] where.

Change to [Eb]:
[Eb] Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravellburg, Colorado,
Ellensburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, Eldorado,
[G#/Ab] Larrimore, Atmore, Haverstraw, Chattanika,
[Eb] Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelika,
[Bb] Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City,
[Eb] Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge City, what a pity;

[Eb] I’ve been everywhere, man
I’ve been everywhere, man
[G#/Ab] ‘Cross the deserts bare, man
I’ve [Eb] breathed the mountain air, man
[Bb] Of travel, I’ve had my share, man [P]
[”I know some place you haven’t been.”]
[I’ve been every-[Eb] where.”]

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Dave Dudley Six Day on the Road (Key of G)

Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh,
Rollin’ down the Eastern Seaboard.
I’ve got my diesel wound up,
And she’s running like never before.
There’s a speed zone ahead, all right,
I don’t see a cop in sight.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home
tonight.

I got ten forward gears,
And a Georgia overdrive.
I’m taking little white pills,
And my eyes are open wide.
I just passed a ‘Jimmy’ and a ‘White’:
I’ve been passin’ everything in sight.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home
tonight.

Well, it seems like a month,
Since I kissed my baby good-bye.
I could have a lot of women,
But I’m not like some other guys.
I could find one to hold me tight,
But I could never believe that it’s right.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home
tonight.

I.C.C. is checking on down the line.
I’m a little overweight and my log’s three days
behind.
But nothing bothers me tonight.
I can dodge all the scales all right,
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home
tonight.

Well my rig’s a little old,
But that don’t mean she’s slow.
There’s a flame from her stack,
And the smoke’s rolling black as coal.
My hometown’s coming in sight,
If you think I’m happy your right.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home
tonight.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home
tonight.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home
tonight.

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Seminole Wind John Anderson (Key of Em)

Ever since the days of old,
Men would search for wealth untold.
They’d dig for silver and for gold,
And leave the empty holes.
And way down south in the Everglades,
Where the black water rolls and the saw grass sways.
The eagles fly and the otters play,
In the land of the Seminole.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you’re never gonna blow again.
I’m calling to you like a long lost friend,
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the gar.

Progress came and took its toll,
And in the name of flood control,
They made their plans and they drained the land,
Now the glades are going dry.
And the last time I walked in the swamp,
I sat upon a Cypress stump,
I listened close and I heard the ghost,
Of Osceola cry.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you’re never gonna blow again.
I’m calling to you like a long lost friend
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the gar.

Instrumental close.

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LIVE LIKE YOU WERE DYING (Tim McGraw) Key of G

He said I was in my early forties,
with a lot of life before me
And one moment came that stopped me on a dime
I spent most of the next days, looking at the x-rays
Talking bout’ the options and talking bout’ sweet
times.
I asked him when it sank in,
that this might really be the real end
How’s it hit ‘cha when you get that kind of news?
Man what did ya do?
He said

I went skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man
Chu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I’d been denyin’
And he said some day I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin’

He said I was finally the husband,
that most the time I wasn’t
And I became a friend, a friend would like to have
And all of a sudden goin’ fishin,
wasn’t such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad
Well I finally read the good book,
and I took a good long hard look
At what I’d do if I could do it all again
And then
Repeat Chorus

Bridge
Like tomorrow was the end
And ya got eternity to think about what to do with it
What should you do with it
What can I do with it
What would I do with it

Skydiving
I went rocky mountain climbing
I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu
And man I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I watched an eagle as it was flyin’
And he said some day I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dyin’

To live like you were dyin’ (4x)

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Bear Necessities Dysney Tune 1967 Key of

Look for the, Bear Necessities
The simple bear Necessities,
Forget about your worries and your strife.
I mean the, Bear Necessities
Oh, Mother Nature’s recipes that bring the Bear Necessities to life.

Where-ever I wander, where-ever I rome,
I couldn’t be fonder, of my big home.
The bees are buzzin’ in the trees
To make some honey just for me.
When you look under the rocks and plants,
Take a glance at the fancy ants
And maybe try a few!
The Bear Necessities of life will come to you!

Look for the Bear Necessities,
The simple Bear Necessities,
Forget about your worries and your strife!
I mean the Bear Necessities,
It’s why a bear can rest-at-ease
With just the Bear Necessities of life!

Now when you pick a raw paw, or prickly pear.
And you pick a raw paw, next time beware.
Don’t pick the prickly pear by paw
When you try to pick, try to use the claw.
But you don’t need to use the claw
When you pick-a-pear from the big paw paw.
Have I given you a clue?

The Bear Necessities of life will come to you
(They’ll come to me)
They’ll come to you.

Instrumental break.

The Bear Necessities of life will come to you

And don’t spend your time lookin’ around
For something you want that can’t be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it
I’ll tell you something true

The bare necessities of life will come to you

The Bare Necessities (Reprise)

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature’s recipes
With just the bare necessities of life

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Silver Blue and Gold Bad Company Key of G

In the beginning
I believed every word that you said
Now that you’re gone
My world is in shreds
Oh you loved me and left me
You took all the things that I needed so bad
I’m standing here wondering
Where is the love that I had

CHORUS:
Give me silver, blue and gold
The color of the sky I’m told
My rainbow is overdue

In the beginning
There was something of love that was mine
Now that it’s gone
Whoa I’m crying
Oh the time that it takes for a love to grow cold
Is a wonder to me
I’m walking around with my head hanging down
Tell me where is she

CHORUS

Don’t forsake me ’cause I love you (2x)

CHORUS (2x)

Now give me silver, blue and gold
The color of the sky I’m told
My rainbow is overdue, yeah

Oh don’t forsake me ’cause I love you
Don’t forsake me ’cause I love you

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Biloxi By Jimmy Buffett  (Key of G)

Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are dancing in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
Boy will fill his pale with salty water
And the storms will blow from off towards New Orleans

The Sun shines on Biloxi
The air is filled with vapors from the sea
The boy will dig a pool beside the ocean
He sees creatures from his dreams underwater
And the Sun will set from off towards New Orleans

Stars can see Biloxi
Stars can find their faces in the sea
We are walking down beside the ocean
We are splashing naked in the water
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans

Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are swimming in the sea
They all look like sisters in the ocean
Boy will fill his pale with salty water
And the storms will blow from off towards New Orleans

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“Kiss From A Rose” Seal Key of E (E/Cmaj7/D)

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny.
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I’ve been kissed by a rose
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the gray,
…And if I should fall along the way
I’ve been kissed by a rose
…been kissed by a rose on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny, yeah
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

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Santa Looked A Lot Like Daddy : Buck Owens (Key of E)

Santa looked like daddy,
Or daddy looked like him.
It’s not the way I had him pictured,
Santa was a’ much too thin.
He didn’t come down the chimney,
So momma must have let him in.
Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him.

Well, they thought I was fast a’ sleepin’,
They thought that I was tucked in bed.
They never thought I’d come a’ peepin’,
Or that I’d hear what was said.
Santa put his arm around momma,
And momma put her arm around him.
So if Santa Claus ain’t daddy,
Then I’m a gonna tell on them.

[Chorus:]
Santa looked like daddy,
Or daddy looked like him.
It’s not the way I had him pictured,
Santa was a’ much too thin.
He didn’t come down the chimney,
So momma must have let him in.
Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him.

I never saw Dancer or Prancer,
I never heard the sleigh bells ring.
An’ I never saw the Red Nosed reindeer,
Like they show on the TV screen.
But he sure brought a lot of presents,
So Santa Claus, he must have been.
And Santa looked a lot like daddy
Or daddy looked a lot like him.

[Chorus)

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Holy leaves and Christmas Trees Elvis  (Key of G)

Somewhere in, in the distant night
I hear Christmas bells
The gentle snow keeps falling down on people
Who are homeward bound
That’s the it’s always been
The circle really never ends
Christmas seems to come and go
From the place that I don’t know
Holly leaves and Christmas trees
It’s that time of year

Lights aglow and mistletoe
Don’t mean a thing when you’re not here
As I walk, walk this lonely street
The sound of snow beneath my feet
I’ll think of how it used to be
Holly leaves and Christmas trees
Use to mean so much to me

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If every day was just like Christmas Elvis  (Key of G)

I hear the bells
Saying christmas is near
They ring out to tell the world
That this is the season of cheer

I hear a choir
Singing sweetly somewhere
And a glow fills my heart
I’m at peace with the world
As the sound of their singing fills the air

Oh why can’t every day be like christmas
Why can’t that feeling go on endlessly
For if everyday could be just like christmas
What a wonderful world this would be

I hear a child
Telling santa what to bring
And the smile upon his tiny face
Is worth more to me than anything

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Spanish Harlem Key of C

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
It is a special one; It’s never seen the sun.
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming.
It growing in the street right up through the concrete

But soft and sweet and dreamy.

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
With eyes as black as coal, that look down in my soul
And start a fire there and then I lose control;
I have to beg your pardon.
I抦 gonna pick that rose and watch her as she
grows
In my garden.

It is a special one; it’s never seen the sun.
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming.
gonna pick that rose and watch her as She grows
In my garden.

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem;
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem;
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem…

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Well all-right Buddy Holly Key of A

Well all-right so I’m being foolish
Well all-right let people know
About the dreams and wishes you wish
And the night when lights are low

Well all-right, well all-right
We will live and love with all our might
Well all-right, well all-right
Our lifetime’s love will be all-right

Well all-right so I’m going steady
It’s all-right when people say
That those foolish kids can’t be ready
For the love that comes our way

Well all-right, well all-right
We will live and love with all our might
Well alright, well all-right
Our lifetime’s love will be all-right

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Color my world Chicago Key of Fmajor7

As time goes on,
I realize
Just what you mean
To me
And now,
Now that you’re near,
Promise your love
That I’ve waited to share
And dreams
Of our moments together
Color my world with hope of loving you

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Don Henley If Dirt  Were Dollars" Clever Lyric:  "I saw Jesus on the plane, or maybe it was Elvis, they kind of look the same")

Walkin’ like a millionaire
Smilin’ like a king
He leaned his shopping cart against the wall
He said, I been a lot of places
And I seen a lot of things
But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats ‘em all
I was flyin’ back from Lubbock
I saw Jesus on the plane
…or maybe it was Elvis
You know, they kinda look the same
Hey, look out, Junior, you’re steppin’ on my bed
I said, I don’t see nothin’
He just glared at me and said,
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
I wouldn’t worry anymore
Lookin’ like a beauty queen
Loyal as a wife
She raised her little voice and testified,
I am a good girl
I’ve been one all my life
But her virtue was as swollen as her pride
She should’ve had the Oscar
She must have been miscast
Her fifteen minutes went by so fast
I said, Now, baby, have you got no shame?
She just looked at me, uncomprehendingly
Like cows at a passing train
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
I wouldn’t worry anymore
We got the bully pulpit
And the poisoned pen
We got a press no better
Than the public men
This brave new world
Gone bad again
God’s finest little creatures
Looking brave and strong
Whistling past the graveyard
Nothing can go wrong
Quoting from the scriptures
With patriotic tears
We got the same old men
With the same old fears
Standing at attention
Wrapped in stars and stripes
They hear the phantom drummers
And the non existent pipes
These days the buck stops nowhere
No one takes the blame
But evil is still evil
In anybody’s name
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
We’d all be in the black

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Guitar Man Elvis Presley   Key of A

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown I’d left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitch hiked all the way down to Memphis,
Got a room at the YMCA,
For the next three weeks I went huntin’ them nights,
Just lookin’ for a place to play,
Well, I thought my pickin’ would set ‘em on fire,
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.

Well, I nearly ’bout starved to death down in Memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on down to Panama City,
Started pickin’ out some o’ them all night bars,
Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar,
Makin’ music on my guitar,
I got the same old story at them all my peers,
There ain’t no room around here for a guitar man
We don’t need a guitar man, son

So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles off track,
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama,
At a club they call Big Jack’s,
A little four-piece band was jammin’,
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I showed ‘em what a band would sound like,
With a swingin’ little guitar man.
Show ‘em, son

If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,
Find yourself down around Mobile,
Make it on out to a club called Jack’s,
If you got a little time to kill,
Just follow that crowd of people,
You’ll wind up out on his dance floor,
Diggin’ the finest little five-piece group,
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,
Guess who’s leadin’ that five-piece band,
Well, wouldn’t ya know, it’s that swingin’ little guitar man.

The TV-special verse:

Well, I came a long way from the carwash,
Got to where I said I’d get
Now that I’m here I know for sure
I really ain’t got there yet
Think I’ll start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
I’m gonna get myself back on the track
I’ll never, never ever look back
I’ll never be more than what I am
Wouldn’t you know
I’ m a swinging little Guitar man

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PINK FLOYD  "Wish You Were Here"  (Key of E-Minor)

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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Another Brick in The Wall  Pink Floyd  (Key of D-Minor)


Daddy's flown 'cross the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what'd you leave behind for me?
All in all it was just a brick in the
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

You, Yes You, Stand Still Laddie!

When we grew up and went to school, there were certain teachers who would hurt the children anyway they could
by pouring their derision upon anything we did
exposing every weakness however carefully hidden by the kids.

But in the town it was well known that when they got home at night
their fat and psychopathic wives
Would thrash them within inches of their lives!

ooooooooooooo, oooooooo, ooooooooooo, ooooooooo, ooooooooo, ooooooooo,oooo.

We don't need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

(A bunch of kids singing) We don't need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

Spoken:
"Wrong, Guess again!
Wrong, Guess again!
If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding.
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?
You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddie!"

[Sound of many TV's coming on, all on different channels]
“The Bulls are already out there”
Pink: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!”
“This Roman Meal bakery thought you’d like to know.”

I don’t need no arms around me
And I dont need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don’t think I need anything at all.
No! Don’t think I’ll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall.

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Brain Damage  Pink Floyd  ( key of D) Great Piano song!

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me ’til I’m sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.

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