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Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs

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My Last Cigarette


Jim Dixon 11 Nov 11 - 09:52 AM
GUEST 14 Sep 10 - 03:49 AM
GUEST 28 Jul 10 - 03:31 PM
mousethief 31 Jan 10 - 11:24 PM
An Buachaill Caol Dubh 08 Jan 10 - 11:33 AM
Jim Dixon 07 Jan 10 - 02:50 PM
GUEST,BF 01 Jan 10 - 12:51 PM
GUEST 28 Dec 09 - 12:44 PM
Donuel 28 Dec 09 - 11:48 AM
GUEST,guest 27 Dec 09 - 12:37 PM
GUEST,guest 24 Sep 09 - 01:10 PM
GUEST,janet 09 Jun 09 - 06:56 AM
McGrath of Harlow 11 May 09 - 07:06 PM
Allen in Oz 10 May 09 - 07:03 PM
George Papavgeris 09 May 09 - 09:50 PM
Bluegrassman 09 May 09 - 07:41 PM
fumblefingers 09 May 09 - 06:20 PM
Stringsinger 09 May 09 - 10:15 AM
George Papavgeris 09 May 09 - 07:14 AM
George Papavgeris 09 May 09 - 07:02 AM
Emma B 09 May 09 - 06:43 AM
GUEST,Bob Rowley 09 May 09 - 05:59 AM
Jim Dixon 25 Sep 08 - 11:42 AM
Jack Campin 24 Sep 08 - 07:54 AM
Black belt caterpillar wrestler 24 Sep 08 - 07:28 AM
GUEST,ACE 24 Sep 08 - 12:36 AM
Thompson 24 Apr 08 - 05:22 AM
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Nov 11 - 09:52 AM

This is one of the best ones I've heard, posted in another thread:

ADVERTISING MAN by David Wilcox.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST
Date: 14 Sep 10 - 03:49 AM

There is another verse that has been omitted from Sheila Hancock's song, which starts with her calling out to a male friend/partner "Sidney, run down the shop and get me a packet of menthol King Size. I want to feel like a cool mountain stream! ". . .

The missing verse goes something like:

My teeth are all yellow
And so is my tongue
I breathe through a kipper
I call it a lung!
But I'll give up the habit, I will even yet,
When I've had just one more cigarette!

I loved that record as a child, it amused us all at home, ghoulish humour but we were very unsophisticated in those far off days! We loved Sheila Hancock's husky voiced delivery of her lines, accompanied by lots of coughing and bit of thin reedy warbling! A typical addicted smoker who is always "going to give up after just one more cigarette"!

prettypolly


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST
Date: 28 Jul 10 - 03:31 PM

The craving Got is for a smoke
Is ever pending
My sight is bleak
It is such a joke

Reading into it brings me doubt
I cannot do this again
It is to hard
Nothing good will amount

Once I take a puff
the idea of having another hits me
It is such a tragic event
I have had enough


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Subject: Lyr Add: LUNG CANCER (Randy Stonehill)
From: mousethief
Date: 31 Jan 10 - 11:24 PM

I always wonder that the old dears that gave us prohibition never turned their sights on tobacco. What a much more productive interlude that might have been.

Short but sweet:

Lung Cancer
Randy Stonehill

she went down to the corner store
and bought a pack of filter kings
don't you know tomorrow she'll be back for more
'cause she really loves to smoke those things

and every time that she inhales
a cloud of that cigarette smoke
she's just one step closer to the man in black
and sixty cents closer to broke

and she's working on

lung cancer, emphysema, a cardiac arrest
and she'll probably have a stroke when see sees
the x-rays of her chest

when she had her first cigarette
a puff or two was all she could take
now if she doesn't have one in her hand all the time
you'll notice it begin to shake (shake baby)

and even though she's nonchalant
and acts as if her habit's a joke
she won't do too much laughing when
her life goes up in smoke

she's been smoking that C-I-G-A-R-E-T-T-E
that cigarette's got her on her knees
C-I-G-A-R-E-T-T-E
that darn tobacco won't set her free

oh run, suck, baby, suck
suck on that cigarette
go on and light up that fag and take a drag
it's bound to snuff you yet



O..O
=o=


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: An Buachaill Caol Dubh
Date: 08 Jan 10 - 11:33 AM

Yes, George Papavgeris, and smoking was banned in public places a year earlier, in Scotland; earlier still in Ireland, though as one common amendment to billposters advertising this has it, "It is illegal to smoke [tobacco] on these premises".



Come all ye good folk who can take a good joke,
Cast a coin in the poke as I'm strumming the lyre:
While I sing, ye may smoke all ye like, till ye choke:
Like a "pig going to hoke", or to rowl in the mire,
Take a last, fiery drag of a dirty ould fag
Till ye cough like a hag and ye spit oan the flair --
Till the Western horizon is grey wi' the poison,
Like incense arisin', when Priests are at prayer.


(First verse of a song "commemorating" these bans; "like a pig going to hoke", or dig, is a proverbial way of saying someone is absolutely determined to do something, no matter how ill-advised, and will not be dissuaded or prevented).


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Subject: Lyr Add: WITH MEN WHO KNOW TOBACCO BEST
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 07 Jan 10 - 02:50 PM

This song is a sequel, apparently, to SMOKE! SMOKE! SMOKE! (THAT CIGARETTE), which was written by Merle Travis and Tex Williams, and recorded by Tex Williams. The lyrics have been posted above. The verse is recited in exactly the same rhythm as the earlier song. The chorus, however, is adapted a bit to squeeze more syllables into each line. You can hear this song at http://78records.cdbpdx.com/. (Follow instructions on that page to get to the "main music page.")


WITH MEN WHO KNOW TOBACCO BEST
Written by Lou Busch and Charles Hayes
As recorded by Tex Williams and His Western Caravan, on Capitol 40276, circa 1949-50.

1. Now I heard tell about a guy who smoked
So doggone much he up and croaked,
And now he's restin' six feet underground.
He'd stop a red-hot poker game,
A pettin' party with a beautiful dame,
To light a cigarette to calm him down.
I used to be just like that guy.
I had to have a smoke or die.
For nicotine, I'd even hock my boots.
But then I stopped. I'd had enough.
I vowed I'd taken my last puff.
I found a brand-new brand that really suits.

CHORUS: With men who know tobacco best, it's women two to one.
Ask any man who's made the test which product gets the gun,
And if this fellow's a manly guy,
You can bet your shirt that he'll reply:
"With men who know tobacco best, it's women two to one."

2. Now I was quite a connoisseur.
I knew tobacco, that's for sure.
I tried most ever' kind of nicotine.
I've smoked a pipe, a cigar too,
Some tailor-mades, and rolled a few,
And as a kid I smoked the coffee bean.
But then I met a man one day,
His face was old, his hair was gray,
And upon his frame his clothes so loosely hung.
He listened to me brag awhile
'Bout cigarettes, then with a smile,
He said, "My boy, get wise while you're still young."

3. While sittin' in a bar one night,
I asked a lady for a light.
My cigarette had gone and lost its flame.
She looked at me from head to toe,
Said, "I don't smoke, but goodness knows
I just love to play those parlor games."
I said, "No, thanks, I'd rather smoke."
And then and there I thought she'd choke,
But then she started smilin' with delight.
I moved to leave. She said, "Sit still."
And as she moved in for the kill,
Said, "Son, I've got good news for you tonight."


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Subject: Lyr Add: NON-SMOKER'S LIBERATION FRONT ANTHEM
From: GUEST,BF
Date: 01 Jan 10 - 12:51 PM

Freeman and Lange's "Non-Smoker's Liberation Front Anthem" (only available on LP other than a bootleg Japanese CD)

Keep on smokin' that cigarette you crazy fool
Keep on suckin' that Salem, blow a Camel, kiss a Kool
You're a man of distinction, a guy with real charm
But your breath smells worse than your underarm, so
Keep on smokin' that cigarette you crazy fool

Why should you give a damn about cancer, we all gotta go some time
It's OK for you to ruin your lungs but why won't you spare me mine
That factory on the corner is pollutin' the air
But you can't smell it so why the hell should you care, you
Keep on smokin' that cigarette you crazy fool

Keep on doin' your consumin' best for the good old USA
Keep those black folks workin' in the fields, drawin' a dollar a day
Now American Tobacco Co and Liggett and Myers
They're all good men so baby light those fires and
Keep on smokin' that cigarette you crazy fool

Now if we ask you not to smoke please don't think we're mean
'Cause every mother knows that suckling babes eventually need to be weaned
So for your next nicci-fit take a stick of dried beef
You can chew it, you can suck it and it won't stain your teeth, or
Keep on smokin' that cigarette you crazy fool


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST
Date: 28 Dec 09 - 12:44 PM

Smokers who smoke in street fairs near other people are scum- the song makes the context clear in the first verse.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Donuel
Date: 28 Dec 09 - 11:48 AM

old tobacco, that old tobacco
it just keeps killin
cuz folks are willin
to keep on smokin
they keep on smokin away.

phlegm they're coughin, could fill a coffin
They'll burn your house down
from ash they're droppin
that old tobacco
just keeps killin away.


Buy those smokes, and you will choke
You'll get a cancer
that ain't no hoax
smoke or chew, they'll both kill you
Get a little drunk and the heart fails too-ooo.


old tobacco, that old tobacco
it just keeps killin
cuz folks are willin
to keep on smokin
they keep on smokin away.




( a few words I threw together to the tune of Old Man River.)

best sung by a countra bass with a cough.

PS smokers are neither stupid or scum.


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Subject: Lyr Add: SMOKERS ARE SCUM (C. Denney)
From: GUEST,guest
Date: 27 Dec 09 - 12:37 PM

Smokers Are Scum;         12-25-09, by C.Denney
(a holiday song; gentle commentary on one of the obvious perils of street performing)

I play the street fairs
I play from the heart
fiddle and guitar
and squeezebox for art
we play for the old folk
we play for the bums
but we don't play for smokers
cause smokers are scum
smokers are scum
smokers are scum
they know they're addicted
they know smoking's dumb
they know that exposure
is deadly to us
but they're hoping we're stupid
and won't make a fuss

smokers are addicts
they know smoking kills
they're too frigging lazy
to smoke somewhere else
what's the big problem
with walking away
I wish their smoking
would kill them today
smokers are fools
smokers are fools
they shill for tobacco
like industry tools
making us share
their addiction's a farce
take your stupid cigarette
and shove it up your arse

don't light up near me
because if you do
I got a squirt-gun
and my aim is true
folks think they're helpless
but I say they're not
pick up some bug spray
give smokers a shot
smokers are stupid
and ugly and dumb
smokers expose you
cause they think it's fun
they won't smoke elsewhere
because it's too tough
smoking will kill them
but not fast enough

(bridge)
it gets in your clothing
it gets in your hair
cause asthma cause cancer
but smokers don't care
the deep inconvenience
of walking away
it too hard for smokers and
that's why I say

pick up some bug spray
some air freshener too
don't let a smoker
light up next to you
their rights have ended
where your lungs begin
pick up your squirt-gun
and baby you win
they'll poison your street gig
they'll poison your lungs
they won't put on patches
or just chew some gum
they're screwed-up and stupid
and ugly and dumb
they'll poison their mothers
cause smokers are scum
(coda)
be glad it's just bug spray
instead of a gun (…hold…)
they'll poison their mothers
cause smokers are scum


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST,guest
Date: 24 Sep 09 - 01:10 PM

(from oldtime song Greasy Coat)
-- I don't drink
I don't smoke
I don't wear no greasy coat

I don't smoke and I don't chew
I don't go out with girls that do

(it's a great fiddle tune and song)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST,janet
Date: 09 Jun 09 - 06:56 AM

might as well give up now cos heavens a smoke free zone


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 11 May 09 - 07:06 PM

Curious the difference in attitudes when it comes to activities a minority of people enjoy which carry a certain risk to health. I mean, if someone had started a thread asking for "Anti-gay-sex songs"...


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Allen in Oz
Date: 10 May 09 - 07:03 PM

Not really applicable to this thread, but readers might be interested to learn that the wonderful contribution made by cigarette companies in Australia to the World War 2 effort was to give free cigarettes to the armed forces. Thus ensnaring an entire generation to smoking . Very clever. Nice chaps.

Allen


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: George Papavgeris
Date: 09 May 09 - 09:50 PM

A wonderful parody, even if I say so myself... Has it really been two years (June 2007) since the smoking ban in England?


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Subject: Lyr Add: I'LL DO MY SMOKING IN THE RAIN (parody)
From: Bluegrassman
Date: 09 May 09 - 07:41 PM

Here is a good song to sing in the Leper Colony on a cold wet night to the tune of the Everly Brothers, I`ll do my crying in the rain.


I'LL DO MY SMOKING IN THE RAIN


I'll never let you see
The way my coughing lungs are hurting me
I got my pride and I know how to hide
Every nicotine stain
I'll do my smoking in the rain

Slip out in stormy skies
Then smoke and cough till I get tears in my eyes
Where I have been looks like a disaster scene
Just cigarette butts remain
I do my smoking in the rain

I love you more than heaven
But our relationship is never enough
So when we are together
I pray for stormy weather
I hide the packet and go out for a puff.

Someday when my coughing is done
I'll wear a minty smile and walk in the sun.
I may be a fool
but till the end darling you 'll
Never see me complain
I'll do my smoking in the rain.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: fumblefingers
Date: 09 May 09 - 06:20 PM

Jimmy Martin did one called "I Can't Quit Cigarettes" I'll look for the words, but first I'm goin' for a smoke.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Stringsinger
Date: 09 May 09 - 10:15 AM

longhair,

I don't like perfume either but it doesn't cause cancer and lung damage.

Anyone defending smoking today is living in the Dark Ages.

Frank


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: George Papavgeris
Date: 09 May 09 - 07:14 AM

By the way - good song, and good voice (on MySpace).
Maar, wat doet jij in Antwerpen, een van de mooiste staden in het wereld? De groeten aan het Schelde!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: George Papavgeris
Date: 09 May 09 - 07:02 AM

My first reaction was to cut you some slack, Bob - and that might have remained so despite the 13 postings (11 of them identical, with no attempt to "topicalise" them, which shows some serious disregard for others!).

But your statement that you "write traditional British songs" (in your posting on the traditional song thread) went beyond disregard and risibleness to being downright offensive. A quick apology might cover it.

I still support your right to promote yourself. But not to cover me with thoughtless blanket marketing that treats me like a fool.

We are not sheep, Bob. I would have said "Put that in your pipe and smoke it", but given your strong feelings on the subject perhaps I won't.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Emma B
Date: 09 May 09 - 06:43 AM

Thank you for your promotional link GUEST,Bob Rowley but it doesn't seem appropiate or courteous to me to also post the same message in 13 unrelated music threads in a 30 minute period this morning!


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE ANTI-SMOKING SONG (Bob Rowley)
From: GUEST,Bob Rowley
Date: 09 May 09 - 05:59 AM

Hi Folks,
You can listen & download my song for free on:
http://www.myspace.com/bobrowley

Here are the written words:

THE ANTI-SMOKING SONG: - (DON'T TRY TO QUIT SMOKING FOREVER):
by Bob Rowley

Tobacco you were a devil. Like a curse from the day I was born.
Maybe I'll meet you in Purgatory, 'but I'm not in hell anymore, boy. I'm not your slave after all

Been smoking Tobacco most of my life.         Addicted before I was born.
        Back in the days when a smoke was alright.
Just after the second World War, boy. After the second World War.

I clearly remember my first cigarette. Oh My, I thought it was cool.
When I bought my first pack, there was no turning back, I got hooked - like any young fool, boy,
Just ask any kid in my school.

Tobacco you were a devil. Like a curse from the day I was born.
Maybe I'll meet you in Purgatory, but I'm not in hell anymore. No. I'm not your slave after all

But every morning for so many years, I tasted a bitter defeat.
The habit of losing kept bringing me down, and scaring the life out of me ... fiddle de dee

When I finally went to my Doctor, his words filled me with cheer :
'Don't try to quit smoking forever' he said 'Just stop for a couple of years, boy.
Think of the next thirty years.'

'Cos Carcinoma in the old- runs slow, and if you abstain,
You may survive to eighty five, then you can start smoking again .. .it's all in your brain.

Now maybe you think I am crazy, but the difference seemed perfectly plain.
I could never quit smoking forever, but to stop for a while I was game.
And that was the break in my chain, boy.

No tobacco will torment your body, but treat the discomfort with scorn.
A light at the end of the tunnel will shine, through the cracks as the old prison wall comes a crumbling down

And into this light you will wonder, as all of the symptoms withdraw.
In a year and a day there'll be no price to pay, for body and soul to restore boy.
Body and soul to restore. In a year and a day, you'll be able to say,
'my ship has outrun the storm. My ship has outrun the storm'.

Tobacco you were a devil. Like a curse from the day I was born
Maybe I'll meet you in Purgatory. But I'm not in Hell anymore, I'm not your slave after all.
Maybe I'll see you in thirty years. Perhaps I'll won't see you at all. I'm not your slave after all.
My ship has outrun the storm, …And this life is a rose with no thorn.
©Robin M. Rowley, 5th May 2009, Lint, Belgium


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Subject: Lyr Add: PUT DOWN YOUR CIGARETTE RAG (DON'T SMOKE)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 25 Sep 08 - 11:42 AM

Lyrics copied from http://listserv.buffalo.edu/cgi-bin/wa?A2=ind0410&L=POETICS&D=0&P=482451

Also found at YouTube here and here. Ginsberg sings/chants/recites this poem to a strict rhythm.


PUT DOWN YOUR CIGARETTE RAG (DON'T SMOKE)
by Allen Ginsberg

Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke
Dont smoke
It's a nine billion dollar
Capitalist Communist joke
Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke
Dont smoke

Smoking makes you cough,
You cant sing straight
You gargle on saliva
& vomit on your plate
Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke,
Dont smoke smoke smoke smoke

You smoke in bed
You smoke on the hill
Smoke till yr dead
You smoke in Hell
Dont smoke dont smoke in living Hell Dope Dope
Dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke

You puff your fag
You suck your butt
You choke & gag
Teeth full of crud
Smoke smoke smoke smoke Dont dont dont
Dont Dont Dope Dope Dope Dont Smoke Dont Dope

Pay your two bucks
for a deathly pack
Trust your bad luck
& smoke in the sack
Dont Smoke Dont Smoke Nicotine Nicotine No
No dont smoke the official Dope Smoke Dope Dope

Four Billion dollars in Green
'swat Madison Avenue gets
t' advertise nicotine
& hook you radical brats
Dont Smoke Dont Smoke Dont Smoke
Nope Nope Dope Dope Hoax Hax Hoax Hoax
Dopey Dope Dopey Dope Dope Dope dope dope

Black magic pushes dope
Sexy chicks in cars
America loses hope
& smokes and drinks in bars
Don't smoke dont smoke dont smoke,
dont smoke dont dont dont dont dont
choke choke choke choke kaf kaf
Kaf Kaf Choke Choke
Choke Choke Dope Dope

Communism's flopped
Let's help the Soviet millions
Sell 'em our Coffin-Nails
& make a couple billions
Big Bucks Big Bucks bucks bucks
bucks bucks smoke smoke smoke smoke
smoke Bucks smoke bucks Dope bucks big
Dope Bucks Dig Big Dope Bucks Big Dope
Bucks dont smoke big dope bucks
Dig big Pig dope bucks

Nine billion bucks a year
a Southern Industry
Buys Senator Jesse Fear* who pushes Tobacco subsidy
In the Senate Foreign Relations Committee
Dope smokes dope smokes dont smoke dont smoke
Cloak cloak cloak room cloak & dagger
smoke room cloak room dope cloak
cloak room dope cloak room dope dont smoke

Nine billion bucks for dope
approved by Time & Life
America loses hope
The President smokes Tobacco votes
Dont Smoke dont smoke dont smoke dont smoke
Dont smoke nope nope nope nope

30 thousand die of coke or
Illegal speed each year
430 thousand cigarette deaths
That's the drug to fear
In USA Dont smoke Dont smoke Dont smoke

Get Hooked on Cigarettes
Go Fight the War on Drugs
Smoke any other Weed
Get bust by Government Thugs
Dont smoke dont smoke the official dope

If you will get in bed
& give your girlfriend head
then you wont want a fag
Nor evermore a drag
Dont Smoke dont smoke Hope Hope Hope Hope
O Please Dont Smoke Dont Smoke
O Please O Please O Please
I'm calling on my knees

Twenty-four hours in bed
& give your boyfriend head
Put something in your mouth
Like skin not cigarette filth
Suck tit suck tit suck cock suck cock
suck clit suck prick suck it
but dont smoke nicotine dont smoke
dont smoke nicotine nicotine it's
too obscene dont smoke dont smoke
nicotine suck cock suck prick suck tit
suck clit suck it But dont smoke shit nope
nope nope nope Dope Dope Dope Dope
the official dope Dont Smoke

Make believe yer sick
Stay in bed and lick
yr cigarette habit greed
One day's all you need
In deed in deed in deed in deed smoke weed
smoke weed Put something green
in between but don't smoke smoke dont smoke
hope hope hope hope Nicotine dont
smoke the official dope
Dope Dope Dope Dope Dont Smoke
Smoke weed indeed smoke grass yass yass
smoke pot but not nicotine no no
indeed it's too obscene
put something green
in between your lips get hip not square
listen to my wail don't dare smoke coffin nails
ugh ugh ugh ugh the government Drug
official habit for Mr. Babbitt
Dont smoke the official dope
dope dope dope dope don't smoke
Dont Smoke Dont Smoke.


[*Senator Jesse Fear = Jesse Helms. An earlier version of the poem had "Senator Joe Fear who runs the CIA", i.e. Joseph McCarthy(?).]

Ginsberg, Allen. First Blues: Rags, Ballads & Harmonium Songs, 1971-74. New York: Full Court Press, 1975.

Ginsberg, Allen. Collected Poems, 1947-1997. New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 2006.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Jack Campin
Date: 24 Sep 08 - 07:54 AM

There is a spectacular rant against smoking and the tobacco industry on YouTube (part poem, part blues) by Allen Ginsberg. But he delivers it so fast I can't figure out more than about half of the words. Was it ever published on paper?


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Subject: Lyr Add: PEOPLE WHO SMOKE (Proper Little Madams)
From: Black belt caterpillar wrestler
Date: 24 Sep 08 - 07:28 AM

I haven't seen this mentioned that Proper Little Madams used to do.

People Who Smoke.

People who smoke:
The thought of nicotine-crazed junkies makes me choke.
They hack and cough and splutter before they're halfway out of bed.
Why don't they get the job done properly and drop dead.
The way they rave,
If they're denied the noxious poison that they crave.
They suffer more horrific symptoms than a diver with the bends,
And crawl on hands and knees through gutters for dog-ends.

To some vast plain,
They should be forcibly removed by cattle-train,
And in a mighty conflagration of burning tyres and acrid smoke,
They should be made to puff and pant until they choke.
But no such luck.
They come round to my house for tea and then light up.
They wave their obscene cancer sticks around the house, and when they're gone,
For seven days the putrid perfume lingers on.

CH.
Their bloodshot eyes, their sickly mien,
They should be made to ring a bell and shout "Unclean."

Caligula:
I bet he always smoked a whacking great cigar.
The Boston Strangler and Crippen, all those mad psychotic slags,
Before they maimed and killed, I bet they had a drag.
Speaking of death,
The average smoker will request with his last breath,
Not to be buried underground, where worms will rot him into mash,
But to be burned so he can turn to smoke and ash.

CH.
Their bloodshot eyes, their sickly mien,
They should be made to ring a bell and shout "Unclean."

Smoking's not nice.
The unsophisticated anti-social vice.
They can keep their filthy roll-ups, shag tobacco, Cuban whiffs,
I'm getting desperate for some coke or glue to sniff.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST,ACE
Date: 24 Sep 08 - 12:36 AM

Do you know the Christas Carol Parodies? There are quite a few of them
They are pretty good, though I have not located them.
O Little Town of Bethlehem becomes
O little lungs of smoking men etc.
Cheers


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Thompson
Date: 24 Apr 08 - 05:22 AM

No, Clare, I don't understand the rationale for smoking. What is it, please?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST
Date: 23 Apr 08 - 05:03 PM

smoking is not so cool
if you smoke your a fool


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Stringsinger
Date: 17 Nov 07 - 10:04 PM

Smoking is more addictive than cocaine or heroin.

As for smoker's rights, as long as they don't spread their smoke to non-smokers, then i would have no trouble with them. But they have no rights if they lay their trip on you
through second-hand smoke. They have the right to poison themselves but not others.

I think of it as a metaphor of religious or political evangelism. Keep it to yourselves and don't infect others.

Frank


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Subject: Lyr Add: BEEN SMOKING TOO LONG (Robin Frederick)
From: GUEST
Date: 17 Nov 07 - 02:04 AM

Been Smoking Too Long
Words & Music by Robin Frederick

I wake up in the morning
Look at my clock   It's way past noontime
I know I'm late for work
Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong   
Ain't nothin' goin' right for me
Must be I been smoking too long.

I go to fix me some breakfast
But I ain't got no food
Go to take me a shower
But the water don't feel no good
Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong
Ain't nothin' goin' right for me
Must be I been smoking too long.

Got opium in my chimney
Got the marijuana blues
Got a nightmare made of hash dreams
Got the devil in my shoes
Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong
Ain't nothin' goin' right for me
Must be I been smoking too long.

Now when I get to smokin'
I put my worries on a shelf
Don't think about nothin'
Try not to see myself
Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong
Ain't nothin' goin' right for me
Must be I been smoking too long.

Now in these blues I'm singing
There's a lesson to be learned
Don't go round smokin'
'Less you want to get burned
Tell me, tell me, what have I done wrong
Ain't nothin' goin' right for me
Must be I been smoking...
Ain't nothin' goin' right for me
Must be I been smoking...
Ain't nothin' goin' right for me
Must be I been smoking too long.

MP3s are

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Subject: Lyr Add: I'M SO TIRED (Lennon, McCartney)
From: number 6
Date: 17 Nov 07 - 01:43 AM

"I'm so Tired" by the Beatles

I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No,no,no.

I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do

You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind

I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid git.

You'd say I'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got
for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind
I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind

(mumbling) Monsieur Monsieur Lets have another one


biLL


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST
Date: 17 Nov 07 - 12:28 AM

"Tobacco Song" (Mike Cross)
"Chocolate Cigarettes" (Sylvia Tyson & Tom Russell)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Irene M
Date: 16 Nov 07 - 11:07 AM

Two songs come to mind.
Robb Thompson wrote one, which I think Proper Little Madams sang, the only line of which I can recall is: "They wave their obscene cancer sticks around my house and when they've gone, for several days the putrid perfume lingers on".

Peggy Seeger also has a corker of a song about getting her own back on smokers (by farting in their company).


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Subject: Lyr Add: CRIME AND PUNISHMENT (Davie Robertson)
From: jacko@nz
Date: 15 Nov 07 - 06:52 PM

I doubt that Davie Robertsons' humour is to everyone's taste but his observations of the human condition appeal to me.

                   Crime and Punishment

Saint Peter stood at heaven's gate tae vet the newly deid
Wi snaw white goonie, muckle beard, and a halo roond his heid
A wheen o new arrivals stood and trembled at his gaze
And bitterly repented o the error o their ways

First came a serial killer wha had terrorised the nation
By subjectin auld age pensioners tae rape and strangulation
"Come in ma lad" Saint Peter said "Yer sins are gey bad seemin
But we'll no deny ye entry ower a puckle daft auld weemin"

Next came an evil junkie whae presumed his hopes was nil
For he yuis tae deal in heroin tae wee bairns at the skuil
"Come ma lad, ye're no that bad. Even for your kind there's hope.
An we'll no deny ye entry ower a wee bit toot o dope"

Next came a gambler, a' his life he Lady Luck had served
He had squandered a' his fortune while his wife and children sterved
"Come in ma lad yer no that bad, come in an' meet yer buddies
An we'll no deny ye entry ower a flutter on the cuddies"

Next came a hopeless drunkard whae stood clamourin tae get in
As he pished against the gatepost, he splashed Saint Peter's shuin
The saint whipped oot a snaw-white cloot and dichted off his feet
"Come in" he says "but when next ye pee, there's a gents just up the street"

Next came a pervert lewd and vile, wi tastes base and perverse
His een lit up an lingered on a passin cherub's erse
"Come in ma lad, yer no that bad, oor love is wide and deep
An we'll overlook yer escapades wi Fettes boys and sheep"

So yin by yin they a moved up an forrit tae the gate
Thieves, muggers, rapists, murderers, they hadnae long tae wait
They never thocht in a' their days that they would be sae lucky
For it seemed the celestial gatekeeper wisnae botherin his buckie

Last came a fine upstanding chap in clean white shirt and tie
Sic a paragon o virtue seldom met Saint Peter's eye
Nae shame or blame had stained his name in a' his long life story
The gate swung wide, he stepped inside, intae eternal glory

Then sounded forth a michty voice that spoke wi awesome thunder
"Haud on the noo, this will not do, there's been a serious blunder
Send him tae Hell, where he'll serve well, employed as Satan's stoker
Nae room I fear, for him in here. That bastard is a smoker"

Jack


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Subject: Lyr Add: NICOTINE BLUES (Martin Winsor)
From: Newport Boy
Date: 15 Nov 07 - 05:55 PM

I'm not sure this is an anti-smoking song, but I think a detect a slight note of regret.

Nicotine Blues, by Martin Winsor (about 1960)

I wake up in the morning no damn good
I lie there in the bed just like a block of wood
I fumble for the matches, light that morning fag
There ain't nothing like that first sweet drag

Chorus
Nicotine, nicotine
I'm just a slave to that nicotine
You can keep your liquor and your Benzedrine
I'm just a slave to that nicotine

About every hour or so I get that yen
Gotta stop everything and have a smoke again
Looks like I was born the type
That just lays around and smokes my pipe

Some folks like that old Virginia grown
Smoke tailor-mades or they roll their own
You can do what you like to that Indian weed
Me, I would even chew the seed

Don't go much on that old opium
Hashish only leaves me feeling numb
But if you want to see me swing on a star
Feed me up with a fat cigar

Every night before I go to bed
A certain thought passes through my head
I know it's no use my counting sheep
If I don't have a smoke I just can't sleep.


I can't remember where I got this from, but I noted it down about 1961.

Phil


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Subject: Lyr Add: SMOKE SMOKE SMOKE THAT CIGARETTE
From: topical tom
Date: 15 Nov 07 - 04:51 PM

Jimmy Dean
SMOKE SMOKE SMOKE THAT CIGARETTE
Merle Travis/Tex Ritter

1. Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold,
With the ways of a gentleman, I've been told,
A kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea.
But if me and a certain character met,
The guy that invented the cigarette,
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree.

2. It ain't that I don't smoke myself,
And I don't reckon they'll hinder your health.
I've smoked them all my life and I ain't dead yet.
But nicotine slaves are all the same.
At a pettin' party or a poker game,
Everythin's gotta stop while you have that cigarette.

CHORUS: Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.
Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death,
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette.

3. Now at a game of chance the other night,
Ol' Dame Fortune was a doin' me right.
The kings and queens just kept on comin' round.
And I got a full and I betted high,
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy.
He just kept a risin' and layin' his money down.

4. He'd raise me and I'd raise him,
And I sweated blood. You gotta sink or swim.
He finally called and he couldn't raise the bet.
I said, "Aces full, pal. How about you?"
He said, "I'll tell you in a minute or two,
But right now I just gotta have another cigarette."

Smoke smoke smoke...
[ piano ]

5. Now the other night I had me a date
With the cutest little gal in the fifty states,
One of them high-bred up-town fancy little dames.
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That things were just about like they oughta be,
So hand in hand we strolled down Lover's Lane.

6. She was oh so far from a chunk of ice,
And our smoochin' party was a goin' real nice,
So help me Hannah, and I think I'd of been there yet.
I give her a kiss and a little squeeze,
And she said, "Would you excuse me, please?
But I just gotta have another cigarette."

Smoke smoke smoke... X 2
You just gotta have another cigarette


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST,Ted Hazen
Date: 15 Nov 07 - 12:49 PM

Pootwaddle Cigarettes Spike Jones, sung by Doodles Weaver. Tthis was years before the Surgeon General's report! Does anyone know the words?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Mark H.
Date: 29 Aug 07 - 06:47 AM

Who can forget the B-side of Rolf Harris's "Tie Me Kangaroo Down"?
"Of course," you cry as one, "Nick O'Teen and Al K. Hall!"


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Subject: Lyr Add: NON-SMOKING SECTION (Bob Kanefsky)
From: Joe_F
Date: 28 Aug 07 - 09:17 PM

Non-Smoking Section
This parody was sung by Leslie Fish on Tapeworm 2

Parody of "Mount Tam", words and music by Leslie Fish

For more information and other parodies, see www.songworm.com
Parody lyrics ©2/23/89 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

Here I sit at the front of the plane.
Might as well be a freeway lane
Or the depths of a chimney stack.
The flight is smooth, but the air is gray
With the breath of the smokers that drifts my way
From the seats just a few rows back.

Chorus:
So if there be any on board
Who must light up in the short duration of the flight,
Then for the short duration of the flight,
Please step outside.

Pressure's low, so the cabin's sealed.
The filters get more than they can field;
And here is a noxious cloud.
Its tendrils run through the intake duct
To the maze of vents where the air is sucked
And supplied to the front-row crowd.

(Refrain)

Studies show that recycled smoke
Makes smoking sections a useless joke:
The whole cabin space will fill.
The blood and urine of those who refrain
Show nicotine from the back of the plane
Invading their bodies, still.

(Refrain)

We who need to travel by air
Find ourselves in the dragon's lair
Of a vice that we did not choose.
They'll wreck their bodies, and that's just fine,
But the grave they're digging should not be mine,
Nor the kids', nor the cabin crew's.

(Refrain)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Dave the Gnome
Date: 28 Aug 07 - 07:00 PM

Chris, And before anyone comes back and says that smokers are causing non smokers to inhale the smoke, you might want to consider that smokers had pubs etc. before the people demanded that smoking places be given up for non smokers. , what a load of bollocks.

Show me that smokers were in pubs before non-smokers and I will show my arse from Blackpool tower.

Pubs - At least 2000 years that we know of. The Romans found them in existance when they came here - so longer than that realy. Tobacco smoke? Any want to give me an accurate date? Mmmmm. Maybe Walter Raleigh? Maybe pubs had 'smoking rooms' in my Grandads day as well, showing that smokers had not always been the selfish ignorant gits that they are today.

And why anyone thinks that justifying one anti-social act by saying that there are some worse is beyond me. Yeh, OK. Lets bring back bear baiting and cock fighting. Lets de-criminalise rape and child abuse. After all, driving a car is FAR worse!

For heavens sake...

Dave


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: robinia
Date: 28 Aug 07 - 11:46 AM

I think the Smoking Song on Seeger and Scott's "No Spring Chickens" (1992) qualifies. Has anyone mentioned it?


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Subject: Lyr Add: THINK & SMOKE TOBACCO
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 27 Jul 07 - 06:44 PM

Another version of the one lamarca posted above, from The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music (which web site, by the way, has been redesigned recently):

"A Favorite Old Song
on Mortality,
THINK & SMOKE TOBACCO
Made agreeable & pleasing to all Classes,
from the King to the Beggar."

Boston : John Ashton & Co., 1836

1. This Indian weed now wither'd quite,
Though green at noon, cut down at night.
Shows thy decay:
All flesh is hay;
Thus think and smoke Tobacco.

2. The pipe so lily-like and weak,
Does thus thy mortal state bespeak,
Thou art even such;
Gone with a touch;
Thus think and smoke Tobacco.

3. And when the smoke ascends on high,
Then thou behold'st the vanity
Of worldly stuff,
Gone with a puff;
Thus think and smoke Tobacco.

4. And when the pipe grows foul within,
Think on thy soul defiled with sin;
For then the fire
It does require;
Thus think and smoke Tobacco.

5. And see'st the ashes cast away,
Then to thyself thou may'st say
That to the dust,
Return thou must;
Thus think and smoke Tobacco.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 27 Jul 07 - 06:21 PM

Reminds me…I once had a dream about my deceased father-in-law. In my dream, he was on furlough from Heaven (or wherever). We (I, my wife, and my mother-in-law) had an appointment to meet him in an outdoor restaurant. When we arrived, he was already seated at a table, chatting with a friend, having a drink, and smoking a cigarette. (In real life, he had quit smoking many years before his death.) My wife, seeing him, was shocked. "Dad! What are you doing?" "Hey, it's OK," he answered. "I'm already dead."


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Artful Codger
Date: 27 Jul 07 - 02:36 PM

Hmm, according to "Big Rock Candy Mountain", there are cigarette trees in heaven. The Bible is strangely silent on this subject, presumably to allow theologians to debate whether there is indeed tobacco in heaven, and if so, how many angels can dance on a filter-tip.


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Subject: Lyr Add: WHERE TOBACCO IS NOT
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 27 Jul 07 - 08:39 AM

The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music

WHERE TOBACCO IS NOT
Words, M. P. Hayden. Music, Antoinette Choate.
Boston: White-Smith Music Publishing Co., 1890.

1. Tell me, ye winged winds, that soar my pathway round,
Do ye not know some spot where tobacco is not found?
Some lone and pleasant dell, some valley in the west,
Where free from tobacco smell, the weary soul may rest?
The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low,
And sighed in pity as it answered, "No!"

2. Tell me, thou mighty deep, whose billows round me play,
Know'st thou some favored spot, some island far away,
Where stifled man may find the bliss for which he pants:
Freedom from fumes and juice of all narcotic plants?
The loud waves rolled in perpetual flow,
In deep bass voice resounded sadly, "No!"

3. And thou, serenest moon, that with such holy face,
Dost look upon the earth, asleep in night's embrace,
Tell me, in all thy round, has thou not seen some store
Where fine cut, cigarettes, cigars are sold no more?
Behind a cloud the moon withdrew her face,
And grieved, she slyly answered, "Nary a place!"

4. Tell me, my ransomed soul, sustained by hope and faith,
Is there no hiding place from juice and smoke and breath
Of vile tobacco dire; is there no happy spot
Where 'mid superior joys, tobacco be forgot?
Faith, hope and love, best boon to mortals given,
Flapped their bright wings and shouted, "Yes, in heav'n!"


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Subject: Lyr Add: ON THE BREWING OF SOMA (J G Whittier)
From: Nigel Parsons
Date: 25 Jul 07 - 02:51 PM

Not exactly anti-smoking, but anti-drug.

How many will recognise (before the last six verses) J G Whittier's:


On the Brewing of Soma

The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke
Up through the green wood curled;
"Bring honey from the hollow oak,
Brink milky sap," the brewers spoke,
In the childhood of the world.

And brewed they well or brewed they ill,
The priests thrust in their rods,
First tasted, and then drank their fill,
And shouted, with one voice and will,
"Behold, the drink of the gods!"

They drank, and lo! in heart and brain
A new, glad life began;
They grew of hair grew young again,
The sick man laughed away his pain,
The cripple leaped and ran.

"Drink, mortals, what the gods have sent,
Forget you long annoy."
So sang the priests, From tent to tent
The Soma's sacred madness went,
A storm of drunken joy.

Then knew each rapt inebriate
A winged and glorious birth,
Soared upward, with strange joy elate,
Beat, with dazed head, Varuna's gate,
And sobered, sank to earth.

The land with Soma's praises rang;
On Gihon's banks of shade
Its hymns the dusky maidens sang;
In joy of life or mortal pang
All men to Soma prayed.

The morning twilight of the race
Sends down these matin psalms;
And still with wondering eyes we trace
The simple prayers to Soma's grace,
That verdic verse embalms.

As in the child-world's early year,
Each after age has striven
By music, incense, vigils drear,
And trance, to bring the skies more near,
Or life men up to heaven!

Some fever of the blood and brain,
Some self-exalting spell,
The scourger's keen delight of pain,
the Dervish dance, the Orphic strain,
The wild-haired Bacchant's yell, -

The desert's hair-grown hermit sunk
The saner brute below;
The naked Santon, haschish-drunk,
The cloister madness of the monk,
The fakir's torture show!

And yet the past comes round again,
And new doth old fulfill;
In sensual transports wild as vain
We brew in many a Christian fane
The heathen Soma still!

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways!
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard
Beside the Syrian sea
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow Thee.

O Sabbath rest by Galilee!
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity
Interpreted by love!

With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of Thy call,
And noiseless let Thy blessing fall
As fell Thy manna down.

Drop thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
Thy beauty of Thy peace.

Breathe through the hearts of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be numb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm!


CHEERS!
Nigel


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST
Date: 25 Jul 07 - 03:27 AM

Chris,
If it's wrong to stay at home and give your children lung cancer, why is it right to go down to the pub and infect strangers? Of course, us non-smokers could give up drinking (and in my case, listening to great music) by staying at home so that smokers can continue to foul up the atmosphere.
We've had the ban in Ireland for several years now; no holocaust yet, and my asthmatic neighbour, who likes a drink, can now join us in the pub.
Long live the do-gooders (even longer - now that we don't all run the risk of having their lungs turned into lace curtains and going home smelling of other people's dirty habits).
Jim Carroll
PS I've never heard the 'squatter's rights' on pubs argument before - bit pathetic really!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: Artful Codger
Date: 25 Jul 07 - 03:01 AM

Ah yes, banning smoking in public will irreparably rend the social fabric and lead to anarchy, mayhem and the second coming. ;-}


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anti-smoking songs
From: GUEST,chris
Date: 24 Jul 07 - 09:39 AM

I wonder how many smokers will now stay at home and increase the smoke content of their house- the houses with their children in and how many will go out into the beer gardens to smoke-where children may be.
The people who know what is best for us i.e. the ones who work to take away an individuals right will move onto banning cars and alcohol both very serious killers in their own way. And before anyone comes back and says that smokers are causing non smokers to inhale the smoke, you might want to consider that smokers had pubs etc. before the people demanded that smoking places be given up for non smokers. This was so much easier than going and creating their own non smoking places. Always steal from someone else rather than do anything active yourselves. Again, to get in first I was a heavy smoker for26 years and have given up for 30 years. I just don't like peoples rights stolen by do-gooders who know whats best for everyone else.


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Subject: Lyr Add: GIRL FROM EMPHYSEMA (parody, Steve Allen)
From: cetmst
Date: 24 Jul 07 - 07:33 AM

At a concert we attended the late Steve Allen sang a parody of "The Girl from Ipamena" and wrote it down for us afterward:

Tall and pale and light and chalky,
The girl from Emphysema goes walking,
And when she passes, each one she passes
Goes (wheezing, coughing).

She should stop smoking, that's her solution
But she contributes to air pollution,
And when she passes, through noxious gasses
It's (Wheezing, coughing).

Oh how she's coughing and sneezing;
Oh how she's hacking and wheezing;
So, she's not really so pleasing.
Once there were nights when we kissed,
Now she lives in a primatine mist.

Tall and pale and weak and sickly,
Those girls with emphysema go quickly,
And when she passes/ You'll see her lips turning blue,
Let the girl with emphysema/ Be a lesson
To you.


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