Don't know when I'll have time so if anybody else wants to take a stab at it, please feel free.

There was an old shoebox in my car, full of misery and a miniature crow bar

No shoes, no shoes, what shall we do, go on drinking like those little crows do

Let’s crow around and around again, crowing them old shoe shoebox blues.

You know a shoebox ain’t nothin’ but cardboard and glue

But a bar full of crows grows and grows.

There was an old lady who lived in New Orleans, she only drank Bourbon to suppress her dreams

Three bottles a day, kept the tremors away

But she looked pretty good when she was cleaning her den

She howled like a wolf, she smoked like a fiend

Her gaze was like fire putting on those low rise jeans

Let’s crow around and around again, crowing them old shoe shoebox blues.

There was an old woman who lived deep inside, she had so many children thank god her hips were wide

So I could swim to the other side

Lord, lord, lord, lord, somebody help me please, cause she let out a hiccup that brought me to my knees

But that hiccup was followed by a phlegmatic wheeze

Lord, lord, lord, lord, somebody help me breathe

The undertaker laughed at the little crow bar but only felt chaffed when he saw the car.

I try’n to tell you people rules are rules, and fools are fools and the sciatica blues is cruel

Put my shoes in your shoebox, Mama… and sooth my achin’ soles.

We don’t need socks for our smelly feet just a place in Morningside Heights

But life wouldn’t be complete without my old guitar and my guitar playin’ seat.

We have finished what brainstormers call the the "green phase". That's where every one can do and say what they want without critic.

Now we must boldly enter the "red phase" where it gets taken apart (analyse) and put togeather in a meaningfull way (synthesis). The best way would be to put all the lines on a pinboard, shove them around, then connect several possable threads with pins & um, threads.

We may even get two songs here.

Let's get on it !

Eddie

Or maybe a Chuck Berry "Havana Moon" story.

Or if all else fails reggae in g...

Aiming to see Prof.Broz on thursday.Get it figured out and I pass it to him at the interval.

There was an old shoebox
Left in my car
Packed full of misery
And a miniature crow bar.
No shoes, no shoes
What shall I do?
Go on drinking
Like those little crows do.

[Chorus]
[You know a shoebox ain’t nothin’
But cardboard and glue.
But a bar full of crows
Grows in multiples of two.
Let’s crow around
And around again
Crowing them old
Shoebox blues.]

She only drank Bourbon
To suppress her dreams.
Three bottles a day
Kept the tremors away.
But she looked pretty good
And she howled like a wolf
Her gaze was like fire
As she took off those low rise jeans.

[Chorus]

Her hips made me swim
From side to side
And she let out a hiccup
That brought me to my knees.
After that hiccup
Came a phlegmatic wheeze.
And old woman!
Lord, somebody help me breathe.

[Chorus]

Put my shoes
In your shoebox
And sooth my achin’ soles.
The undertaker laughed
At the little crow bar
“We don’t need socks
For your smelly feet.”

[Chorus & Outro]

http://www.randsullivan.com/igsmusic/shoebox1.mp3

Take it easy on me, I'm clearly not a singer! I only included a vocal to connect the lyrics to the rhythm as I hear it.

OK, how about other interpretations. you guys? Swing, shuffle, ragtime, or hawaiian versions would be interesting.

Corn Dog: Well done ! It's growing on me by the minute.

L'Internet, c'se fantastic, n'est pas vrai ?

There was an old shoebox left in my car
Packed full of misery, and a miniature crow bar.
No shoes, no shoes, what shall I do?
Go on drinking like those little crows do.
[Chorus]
[You know a shoebox ain’t nothin’
But cardboard and glue.
But a bar full of crows
Grows in multiples of two.
Let’s crow around
And around again
Crowing them old
Shoebox blues.]

She only drank Bourbon, to suppress her dreams.
Three bottles a day made her take off them low rise jeans.
She looked pretty fine to this wolf in the woods.
Made me think the kind of things that no man should.
[Chorus]
Her hips made me swim, from side to side.
And she let out a hiccup, that wounded my pride.
After that hiccup came a phlegmatic wheeze.
And old woman! Lord, somebody help me breathe.
[Chorus]
Put my shoes in your shoebox, soothe my achin’ soles.
The undertaker laughed, at the little crow poles.
“We don’t need socks, for your smelly feet.
We just need Bourbon, make mine neat."
[Chorus & Outro]

A full on poly rythymic tour of the world ensued.My favs were a explosive "Come on in My Kitchen " and a Blind Blake rampage on the charango ...I was watching it ...but I still couldn't fully take it in...!

Anyway it seems Oz beckons our intrepid musical anthropoligist.

adios,
Lovat.

I would regret losing the "low rise jeans" line, because it's such a tasty image, but "loose at the seams" works better in rhyme and meaning to me.

I also regretting losing the "lord, lord, lord", but that's the nature of editing, init?

http://www.randsullivan.com/igsmusic/ShoeboxRap3.mp3

Anyone else gonna post some muscial ideas?

I find it curious that that MP3 was pulled rather than any of the other MP3s of my arrangements that I have on my web server. Does someone actually screen the entries the crawler finds before they go into the database? Maybe someone from here added it to the database? Adrian, or anyone else, do you know anything about these folks?

Nice to know we are now in the creative company of Britney Spears naked pix, topless Anna Kournikova, the notorious Pamela Anderson humping video, and thousands of bootlegged music files?

I Wasn't Your Shadow

I wasn't your shadow
Over a year ago.
What happened now?
Baby, where did I go?

I love you, baby.
I just can't hold you.
I got all the maybes
And the wonder whys.

I got all the wrongs
And all the rights.
It's you that I long.
I long for you.

I try so hard
To love you more,
But I play my cards
The hard way.

I wasn't your shadow
Over a year ago.
What happened now?
Baby,where did I go?

What I do wrong?
Baby tell me now
Will this be long?
Cuz I can't have pain.

I got all the wrongs
And the rights.
It's you that I long.
I long for you.

I love you, baby.
I just can't hold you.
I got all the maybes
And the wonder whys.