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Rating: This divertissement was written on July 11, 2016, just after I got back from my ex-job.
It encapsulates some of my obsessions: driving with the music blaring, the sweltering heat (which makes me more irrational than usual), escaping from tumultuous loves, Thelma&Louise, and old musicians who know a thing or two, a lot in fact...
"Not long ago, while I was driving along the short stretch of highway that separates my home from work, I caught the iconic Johnny Cash on the radio, with the even more iconic "Ring of Fire".
And I immersed myself in the role: about 97° Fahrenheit (which corresponds to 36° Celsius), scorching asphalt, driving aimlessly on a road that unwinds like a ribbon through the sands of the Chihuahua desert.
There's no one around, just a flock of vultures circling high in the sky, waiting for the next unfortunate soul who won't make it out alive from the sandstorm.
No, you won't have my scalp, scum of the air!
I'm headed south, towards Tijuana, in search of alcohol and oblivion, like an outcast.
Tonight I'll stop at the Hotel California, to stock up on tequila to accompany me on the journey and to dust myself off a bit. Just a few hours, then on the road again.
And, when I reached the Venice East exit, I seemed to glimpse through the rearview mirror the brims of the colorful sombreros of the three mariachi players!"
And now you know what the heat can do....
"And it burns, burns, burns the ring of fire."
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Ring of Fire (02:41)
Love is a burning thing
And It Makes A fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
CHORUS:
I Fell Into A Burning ring of Fire
I Went Down, Down, down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild
CHORUS
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
03 What Do I Care (02:10)
When I'm all through if I haven't been what they think I should be
If the total isn't high enough when they figure me
When I grow old if there's no gray from worry in my hair
What do I care what do I care
What do I care just as long as you were mine a little while
When the road was long and weary you gave me a few good mile
What do I care if I miss a goal because I make a slip
I'll still be satisfied because I tasted your sweet lips
What do I care if I never have much money
And sometimes my table looks a little bare
Anything that I may miss is made up for each time we kiss
You love me and I love you so what do I care
[ guitar ]
What do I care just as long...
04 I Still Miss Someone (02:38)
At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone
I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
because I still miss someone
No, I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone.
11 Tennessee Flat-Top Box (03:02)
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around.
And all the girls from there to Austin,
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock.
To take the trip, to go and listen,
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
And he would play: (Instrumental.)
Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime.
But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time.
And all the girls from nine to ninety,
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop."
And hypnotized and fascinated,
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
And he would play: (Instrumental.)
Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round,
He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town.
But all the girls still dreamed about him.
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked.
And then one day on the Hit Parade,
Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
And he would play: (Instrumental.)
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