FOLK: BOTTLE UP AND GO

*Jan Visscher: Guitar, Ukulele *Paul van Gelder: Banjo, vocals *Simon Breed: Washboard,kazoo,vocals *Willem Breed: T-bass.

Band started in 1996. In 2005 Cor van Sliedregt left the band,
in 2006 Jan de Boer got seriously ill, he left the band a few months later. Shortly thereafter Martin Starrenburg left the band.
Guitarist/ukulele player Jan Visscher joined the band the same year.
Some of us are quite experienced, one also does radio-musicprograms on Dutch national radio. We are into real music, acoustic and anything but commercial. Stupid? Yes, but we like ourselves that way.

But oh man,we're having such a hard time! Won't you help us kill that time that's never on your site?

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OUR OWN STUFF

OH, SHE LOVES ME SO(G)

Oh, she loves me so
Oh she loves me so
With me, all right she goes to bed
But she sleeps around with Saul and Ed
Oh she loves me so

Well, she stays around
But I know she's gone
She spends my money
In her shopping mall
She buys me perfume
She buys me sweets
She knows exactly what I don't need
She's a walking cover of "ain't she sweet"
Oh, she loves me so

Oh she loves me so
Oh she loves me so
She calls me Ed
She calls me Saul
But she knows damn well that my name is Paul
Oh, she loves me so

Well, she phones her mother
And she phones her pa
She phones her friend back in Arkansas
She phones her sister
She phones my bank
E-mails her brother
Even faxes the pill
And all I get from her is the telephone bill
Oh, she loves me so

Repeat chorus

Well, I went to the doctor
And he gave me this pill
He said "don't take it"
But I know I will
Take her nagging, take her moanin'
Well, she gave me more
Than I'll never need
I love her like a hammer that comes down on my feet
Oh, I love her so

Oh, I love her so
Oh, I love her so
I call her Maggie
I call her Jill
But I know damn well
That her name is Bill
Oh, I love her so

Paul van Gelder/Copyright 2000



JIM MC.FARLEY, ALMOST MR.BIG(G)

I went back to my old home-town
To see the things I used to see
When a man outside the station
Told me all his misery

He said he'd worked for Dr.Jekyl
And he slaved for Mr.Hyde
And he really got a bellyfull
Of every Mr.Bright

Like a latterday Jack Kerouac
He flew and rambled round
But when he looked down at the sidewalk
He's still standing on the ground

JIm Mc.Farley, almost Mr. Big
Jim Mc.Farley,they used him like a pig

Well, they told him he's the greatest
He's the best since Hank or more
And if he followed company rules
He'd be a millionair for sure

So they took away his guitar
And they took away his soul
Even took away his voice
It did not fit in his new role

Like a latterday Hank Williams
He flew and rambled round
But when he looked down at the sidewalk
He's still lying on the ground

Jim Mc.Farley, almost Mr.Big
Jim Mc.Farley,they used him like a pig

Well, they sold him to your neighbour
Almost sold him to the queen
They sold him to Mc.Donalds
Yes, they sold him like whipped cream

And there were nickels in his pockets
There were dimes around his thighs
But the big ones went to CBS
'Cos there were dollars in their eyes

And soon there was the IRS
Who even took his shoes
His southern drawl got out of style
Now he can't even sing the blues

Jim Mc.Farley, almost Mr.Big
Jim Mc.Farley,they used him like a pig

Paul van Gelder/Copyright 2000



CAR CAR (G)

I'll take you riding in my car car
I promise you we won't go far far
Maybe we'll find a nice bar bar
Riding in my car

Papa-oom-pah-pa-pa-pa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-pah-pa-pa-pa-oom-mow-mow
Papa-oom-pah-pa-pa-pa-oom-mow-mow
Riding in my car

And the road-taxes go vroom vroom
The gasoline prices go toodle-oodle-up
Service just goes doodle-oodle-down,stop
Riding in my car

Chorus

The car in front of me is standing still
The car in front of that one is standing still
Yes, we're all fucking standing still
When we're riding in our cars

Chorus

We all want to sit in the front seat
While they put us all in the back seat
Front seat is back seat
When you're riding in your car

Chorus

The police are the only one to drive so fast
If you want to have a ticket,then it's my guess
The sweethearts will give you twenty-four or more
When you're riding in your car

Chorus

Woody Guthrie/Paul van Gelder new lyrics/copyright 2000

Farewell (No Blues) / Can't do without my ya ya Dm/G


Dm - A - Dm (rifje etc.)


Dm C
Farewell baby, you who looks so free
Dm
Looking at the river if the river was a sea
C
Farewell baby, I payed my dues
Dm
Farewell baby, hello blues


Farewell baby with your lips so red
You'll be loved till the day I'm dead
Farewell baby , got nothing to lose
Farewell baby hello blues



Farewell baby, you made me shy
There's nothing you left that wasn't a lie
Farewell baby I have to choose
Farewell baby, hello blues

Farewell baby in the city light
I'll disappear in the dark of night
Baby I'll wear my walking shoes
Farewell baby hello blues






deel 2: sneller (van Dm naar C naar G)



G C
I can do without the east and I can do without the west

D7 G
I can do without the churches, always fighting 'gainst the rest

G c
I can do without my lover I can do without my wife

d7 g
But I can't do without my ya ya





G C
I can do without the government, can do without the doe

D7 G
I can do without the t.v. the radio and so

G C
I can do without you, I can do without me

D7 G
But I can't do without my ya ya



I can do without the climate I can do without disease

I can do without my chocolat I can do without my teeth

I can do without my looks and I can do without my books

But I can't do without my ya ya




I can do without tobacco I can do without the booze

I can do without the things that my woman liked to choose

I can do without my hee and I can do without my haw

But I can't do without my ya ya



Hell no (I ain’t waiting on you) (Paul van Gelder, september 2004) in E


E
Well if you’re looking for some sugar

It’s right down here on the floor
E
“You’re a pretty clever jerk”

You said so many times before

E
There’s dirty dishes in the oven

There’s a pancake on the wall
E
There’s so much food for you baby

Why don’t you answer when I call


Chorus:
A E
Hell no, I ain’t waiting on you
B
You see that man there by the door
A
You wonder what’s he waiting for

Well I tell you that man
E
It’s not me


Like a river with no water

Like Bob Dylan without words

Like Hank Williams without country

Like Alfred Hitchcock without birds



Like a painter without paint

Like the devil without a saint

Like a house without a roof

Like water without proof


Chorus


Like a banjo with no strings

Like a bird without it’s wings

Like a genius without brains

Like a mother without pains



Like a dog without a nose

Like Swift without his prose

Like a soldier without shoes

Like B B King without the blues


Chorus




LORD, DON’T LET ME BE BORN AGAIN

2/4

G
In a little bitty town
Lived a little bitty clown
With his little tiny head
He would take his God to bed

Em
He would tell all his friends
Am
They were sinners and scum
C Cis
While he fired all his crew
D7
At the mill that he owned



CHORUS:

3/4

G Em

Lord don’t let me be born again

C
I hate a new born man

D7

Help me if you can

G Em

Lord don ‘t let me be born again

C
This life is just too much

D7
Don’t need another crutch





G
Meanwhile he would screw around

In the kitchen, on the ground

With his friends from the congregation

While saying prayers for the whole nation


Em
Then his wife she found out

Am
And she told it all around

C
But he owned the t.v. station

D7
So they blamed her for the this aberration


CHORUS

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Links and More Pages (Radio & Music)

**PAUL'S RADIO THANG**: (Don't click here: There's a bumb!)
VARA
Paul's Radio-Past as Harkie on Pirate-ship Radio 227
WABC.com:77music radio from 60-ties in NYC
Bob Harris (BBC2)

**MUSIC LINKS**: (Make my day, you ponk, click on this!)
Folkmusic&old friends'n bands (Paul)
Cary Swinney (Lubbock,Tx.)

**OUR OTHER PAGES**: (Yeh, click here....Boom!)
Our Past (More music Links)
Radio and Poetry (Paul/More Alternative American Radio Links)

**MISCELLANEOUS** (Ain't you tired yet?)
Paul's local Radiostation
My dear old friend Eliza Shaen Carter who plays up there somewhere
Bruce Cockburn (exclusively for Mart Smeets)
Paul's Startpage1
Old-time&BluegrassRadio

Email: gelder@wxs.nl