So many eternal words
You can wag your tail but Lord I ain't gonna feed you no moreThey got some crazy little women there
And I'm gonna get me oneWho calls the English teacher "Daddy-O"?
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang
"Yakety yak!" "Don't talk back."
And then he grabbed her... he tied her up... he turned on the buzzsaw...
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said, "What you need is Love Potion No. 9"If the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall
And the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by meBut I'm like that Northwest Mounty, you know I'll bring her in someday
You're gonna need an ocean, of calamine lotion
If that's all there is, my friend, then let's keep dancing
A moment of silence for Mr. Jerry Leiber.
Comments (14)
A few of my favs....
Love Potion No. 9
On Broadway
Spanish Harlem
Poison Ivy
Smokey Joe's Cafe
Ruby Baby
And I will leave it with this....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3HXy9mGPpI
Posted by LucsAdvo | August 22, 2011 6:17 PM
"Spanish Harlem" -- a collaboration with Phil Spector, of all people.
Posted by Jack Bog | August 22, 2011 6:25 PM
To have such talent....R.I.P.
Posted by John Fairplay | August 22, 2011 6:39 PM
Song writing makes strange bedfellows, Jack
Posted by LucsAdvo | August 22, 2011 6:43 PM
Genius.
Posted by Cousin Jim | August 22, 2011 6:45 PM
On "What's My Line?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HaavKyReys
Posted by Rich | August 22, 2011 7:30 PM
Nick Ashford of Ashford and Simpson has passed away today as well.
Posted by portland native | August 22, 2011 8:00 PM
And a reprise moment of raucousness....thanks, Jerry!
Young Blood ~ Leon Russell
(The Concert for Bangladesh, 1971 (medley excerpt))
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7D8udJjGcag
Posted by Mojo | August 22, 2011 8:31 PM
Nick Ashford of Ashford and Simpson has passed away today as well.
OMG, that's terrible. Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby...
Posted by Jack Bog | August 22, 2011 9:37 PM
Black Denim Trousers
The Cheers lyrics
[Words and Music by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller]
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cycle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101
Well, he never washed his face and he never combed his hair
He had axle grease embedded underneath his fingernails
On the muscle of his arm was a red tattoo
A picture of a heart saying "Mother, I love you"
He had a pretty girlfriend by the name of Mary Lou
But he treated her just like he treated all the rest
And everybody pitied her 'cause everybody knew
He loved that doggone motorcycle best
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cycle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101
---- Instrumental Interlude ----
Mary Lou, poor girl, she pleaded and she begged him not to leave
She said, I've got a feeling if you ride tonight I'll grieve
But her tears were shed in vain and her every word was lost
In the rumble of his engine and the smoke from his exhaust
Then he took off like the Devil and there was fire in his eyes
He said, I'll go a thousand miles before the sun can rise
But he hit a screamin' diesel that was California-bound
And when they cleared the wreckage, all they found
Was his black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
But they couldn't find the 'cycle that took off like a gun
And they never found the terror of Highway 101
Posted by Gardiner Menefree | August 22, 2011 9:53 PM
Leiber and Stoller also owned the record company that released "Leader of the Pack" and "Chapel of Love."
Posted by Jack Bog | August 22, 2011 10:00 PM
Notice that only one of his eyes shows "red-eye".
Dr Dean Odell says that CAN be a symptom of eye cancer, a very dangerous cancer.
Thanks
JK
Posted by jim karlock | August 23, 2011 1:08 AM
Actually, he had two different color eyes, one brown and one blue.
Posted by Jack Bog | August 23, 2011 3:56 AM
So many of us can write tributes to him, but let's face it. He wrote his own tributes, one song at a time, and the best eulogy he could receive comes from his songs being sung over and over. Just think: his songs are now blasting in a fifty-light-year radius across the galaxy. Consider that the biggest memorial stone in the cosmos.
Posted by Texas Triffid Ranch | August 23, 2011 6:41 AM