I woke up at 4:00 this morning with this song in my head...don't know why. Thanks Subby!!!! I had a laugh listening to it again!! Happy Thanksgiving!!

This didnt get greenlit? Fark I am disappoint.

I hate this song. I'd rather hear "It's a Small World".

it's a world of laughter, a world or tears
its a world of hopes, its a world of fear
theres so much that we share
that its time we're aware
its a small world after all

CHORUS:
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world

There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone.
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small small world

CHORUS:
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world

dugitman: This didnt get greenlit? Fark I am disappoint.

sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhush, now.

I prefer Tom's Diner.

syrynxx: I hate this song. I'd rather hear "It's a Small World".

it's a world of laughter, a world or tears
its a world of hopes, its a world of fear
theres so much that we share
that its time we're aware
its a small world after all

CHORUS:
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world

There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone.
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small small world

CHORUS:
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small world after all
its a small, small world

over on the group w bench for you!

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy

With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty. That big ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too, T'was the witch of November come stealin'.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the Gales of November came slashin'. When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'. Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya. At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said (2010 lyric change by Gordon Lightfoot: At Seven P.M., it grew dark, it was then he said,) Fellas, it's been good t'know ya

The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril. And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized; May have broke deep and took water. And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion. Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams; The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her, And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed, In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral. The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee'. Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early!

This song is a thanksgiving day tradition in my household

auditory garbage.

I would rather listen to bieber.

syrynxx: . I'd rather hear "It's a Small World".

At any given moment, you are only a whim away from singing the refrain to The Lion Sleeps Tonight.

A whim away.

/a whim away

I'd enjoy eating at Alice's Restaurant if they served a 16 oz prime cut Mad Hatter with a side of Rabbit.

I knew about alice's restaurant before they sold out.

LemSkroob: auditory garbage.

I would rather listen to bieber.

Well, that says a lot about you. Whether this is a legendary song or not, it's got more content than anything that little lesbian put out.

best greenlight

syrynxx: I hate this song. I'd rather hear "It's a Small World".

LemSkroob: auditory garbage.

I would rather listen to bieber.

Yeah, I'd expect that from Bieber fans. Hush, people with taste are talking.

I love this tune. Nicely done subby.

KSHE 95 tradition right here

This song has played on my local radio station for decades. Every year my dad and I listen to it on Thanksgiving. I'm 32 years old, and it's still a tg tradition for my dad and I to listen to this song and sing it together. Been doing it for as long as I can remember.

Alice? Who the fark is Alice?

Kiss mah grits!

/yeah i know not the same one

I think there are drug references in this song.

DRUGS!

An American classic, alas, so much of the humor is lost on those generations that, because so many "people walked in, sang a few bars of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre, and walked out," do not understand the convoluted reality that was the draft. G

I remember when this first came out. Conservatives thought it was a battle cry for hippies to overthrow the establishment (again).

As God is my witness I thought that letter could fly.

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

syrynxx: I hate this song. I'd rather hear "It's a Small World".

it's a...

I once sailed a cutter named Syrnyx. It sank. I'm happy it did.

my local radio stations have dropped the ball, not playing the song about Arlo wondering if he's moral enough to join the Army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug


:)

There was an earler link, but hey.

As a Group W Bench dweller, I'm always ready for another.

Mother raper, Father stabbers. Father rapers.

kill. Kill. KILL.



Link

Coelacanth: I remember when this first came out. Conservatives thought it was a battle cry for hippies to overthrow the establishment (again).

... it literally was...

I'm not proud.


/or tired.

I came for the father rapers and was satisfied

now I'm going to go litter

WTF's this hippy shiat?

Can someone explain this to me? My wife tells me she has to listen to it every thanksgiving and apparently it is/was a family tradition to hear it. Every time i try to listen to it, my eyes glaze over. I'm not saying it's bad, i just have a horrible attention span and listening to some guy rambling on about whatever doesn't really hold my interest. Why is this song apparently such a huge thanksgiving song for people?

Yogimus: Coelacanth: I remember when this first came out. Conservatives thought it was a battle cry for hippies to overthrow the establishment (again).

... it literally was...

it literally was.
Much to our chagrin, it f a i l e d.

Remember Alice?

It's a song about Alice.

also according to Spotify the song is called Alice's Restaraunt Massacre.

"Kids...thispieceofpaper'sgot47words37 sentences58wordswewannaknowdetai lsofthecrimetimeofthecrimeandanyotherk indofthingyougottasaypertainingt oandaboutthecrimeIwanttoknowarrestingo fficer'snameandanyotherkindofthi ngyougottasay", and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there.

Yeah our local station always plays it at 12pm and 4pm each Thanksgiving. :)

ImNotFatImFluffy: Can someone explain this to me? My wife tells me she has to listen to it every thanksgiving and apparently it is/was a family tradition to hear it. Every time i try to listen to it, my eyes glaze over. I'm not saying it's bad, i just have a horrible attention span and listening to some guy rambling on about whatever doesn't really hold my interest. Why is this song apparently such a huge thanksgiving song for people?

the story, or parable, occurs on thanksgiving. The rest is the irony of a guy busted for littering being considered possibly mentally unfit to "burn women houses and children." you can go on from there, or not...

hippie shiat, but real good hippie shiat.

syrynxx: I hate this song. I'd rather hear "It's a Small World".

 

/hot like the stuffing was

moops: The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' ...
And the old chiefs still smile and chuckle awhile, 'cause the white man is really quite screwy.
See they took a big boat and set her afloat, said boys let's cross this big water.
Load her up to the top with them rusty red rocks, and then she'll float like an otter.


The weather got rough but the men they were tough, no cellular phones they were dialin'
They looked al around for to run 'er aground but they couldn't find Gilligan's Island.

So they held their breath and they sank to their death and the priest re-wrote his liturgy.
About those dumb guys who gave up their young lives for the great cause of metallurgy.


The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'

And the old chiefs still smile and chuckle awhile, 'cause the white man is really quite screwy

I heard it every thanksgiving morning in omaha during the 80s. I thought it was a 'thing'?

beats the shiat outta christmas music

oh, comin' into los angeles....now that's a christmas song

Yeah i was able to read the basic idea on wikipedia just now in my drunken stupor. It just sucks, im so soured on hippies from my inlaws, otherwise i'd love it. I hate the idea of the vietnam war, or most wars in general, but god damnit do i hate hippies due to my inlaws

/inlaws have lived at my house for 3 weeks (since the beginning of the NY hurricane)
//Inlaws haven't showered since they arrived.

Omahawg: I heard it every thanksgiving morning in omaha during the 80s. I thought it was a 'thing'?

beats the shiat outta christmas music

oh, comin' into los angeles....now that's a christmas song

don't touch my bags if you please, mr. customs man.

Pete and repeat walk into Alice's Restaurant.

mgshamster: This song has played on my local radio station for decades. Every year my dad and I listen to it on Thanksgiving. I'm 32 years old, and it's still a tg tradition for my dad and I to listen to this song and sing it together. Been doing it for as long as I can remember.

The Boy heard it for the first time this afternoon. I had to tell him which war Arlo referenced.

ImNotFatImFluffy: also according to Spotify the song is called Alice's Restaraunt Massacre.

MassacreE. "Massacree."

/old enough to know from the first time around
//also went to Woodstock

My parents had this album on vinyl and I used to play the grooves off of it in the 70's growing up.

Still love it to this day.

ImNotFatImFluffy: Can someone explain this to me? My wife tells me she has to listen to it every thanksgiving and apparently it is/was a family tradition to hear it. Every time i try to listen to it, my eyes glaze over. I'm not saying it's bad, i just have a horrible attention span and listening to some guy rambling on about whatever doesn't really hold my interest. Why is this song apparently such a huge thanksgiving song for people?

It's basically a protest song using exaggeration and humor to retell true events. I wasn't born for several years after it came out, but I definitely look at it as a very specific slice of the 60's peace movement. I guess people just get attached to songs for different reasons, but when I hear it, I just envision some dopey hippy kid trying to have a nice Thanksgiving with friends and it spirals into silliness.

ThighsofGlory: mgshamster: This song has played on my local radio station for decades. Every year my dad and I listen to it on Thanksgiving. I'm 32 years old, and it's still a tg tradition for my dad and I to listen to this song and sing it together. Been doing it for as long as I can remember.

The Boy heard it for the first time this afternoon. I had to tell him which war Arlo referenced.

And so the troubadour tradition lives on...

catzies: also went to Woodstock

You banged my old lady in the mud pit.