"Bad Dogs and Barbed Wire."

The lyrics are below but I still want to say a few things first. I was going to make an easy-listening Jazz album next. I am a big fan of Brazilian Jazz and the softer melodic aspects of jazz. I leave the room if Coltrane or Charlie Parker start that freeway jazz nightmare music, like Miles did in “Bitch’s Brew” I’m a refusing the fusion as it were. (Grin) Anyway, I’ve decided to just post whatever comes up on a given day, and the jazz and every other album with just naturally come out of that. So… that should explain why this little travelogue came up. Finally, I am not saying that there is anything wrong with people who like the more excitable forms of Jazz. I am not one of those people. I have had a most excitable life. I do not need that as a soundtrack now. I like more soothing and melodic music now. I don’t listen to Prokofieff or most of the modern classical composers either. I prefer the 3-Bs, and Mozart and Chopin and similar. There is NO ACCOUNTING for taste.

Okay… here are the lyrics=

I met you at the grand Wailea,

it surely seemed like fate.

you came walking toward me smiling,

like I wouldn't have to wait.

we had some fun for a while,

until you blew a valve somewhere.

and I just started walking,

I was getting out of there.

but you tracked me down some time later,

and you made my heart go south.

I figured I could look real stupid after,

but right now.... I'd kiss your mouth.

Bad dogs and barbed wire, that's what your love became.

Bad dogs and concertina wire.

I'll never be the same, I'll never be the same!

I was going up to Edmonton Canada, to see a holy man.

You said you'd come and see me there; sounded like a plan.

I dreamed about the time we'd spend together,

I had forgotten that you were nuts.

I went like a lamb to slaughter,

a Chinese Death of a Thousand Cuts.

it went one way and it went another,

and I still don't understand.

how you turned into The Beast from Revelations.

while I was eating from your hand.

Bad dogs and barbed wire, that's what your love became.

Bad dogs and concertina wire.

I'll never be the same, I'll never be the same!

You tore me a brand new something,

now it hurts every time I go.

I know that you're still out there somewhere,

it makes my blood run cold.

you look just like Hermannubis,

that's the Egyptian God of the dead.

and remind me of all the psychopaths.

in the thrillers I have read.

Bad dogs and barbed wire, that's what your love became.

Bad dogs and concertina wire.

I'll never be the same, I'll never be the same!

I need the witness protection program,

so that I can hide from you.

I'm afraid you'll show up again someday,

and I really will be screwed,

and not in the way that I wanted to be,

with sweet fruits and champagne.

but more like the Christians and the Lions,

with lots of excruciating pain.

Bad dogs and barbed wire, that's what your love became.

Bad dogs and concertina wire.

I'll never be the same, I'll never be the same!

you keep calling and you keep writing,

you are hot on my trail.

I think I'll go rob a bank somewhere,

and hope they lock me up in jail.

you got to be the meanest and strangest woman

I've ever met anywhere.

When you go to the gynecologist,

the doctor prescribes dental care.

Whoa! I better change my name and move to Minnesota, I could marry a dairy cow and have cheese for children. Then maybe go to the Packers games, and hide in the bleachers under some pretty girl's butt; swim down a storm drain, anything! I'll get breast implants, and plastic surgery to make me look like Madonna. Then I can go chase Cuban boys around Miami, and maybe you won't recognize me if I sit down to pee. God! You scare me. You remind me of those half-invisible winged things from The Lord of The Rings. Help me! Help me!!!