The Legend-News
What We Got Here
Nothin'. Zip, zilch, nada, a big fat goose egg. Except the Song A’ Th’ Week, of course.
Less Filling
Today's been cold and rainy and I've been trying to think of something to say but nothing's on the menu and the waitress is taking a break. On the other hand, I've got about 25 hours of Jimmy Buffett MP3s playing on the Mac in the corner of the office, so at least the inside of the house is bright.
Wait a minute... Chas (uh, Roy) Ames reminds me of a mention of C.W. on page about Pagosa Springs. No, it doesn't say anything about famous truck wrecks.
Song A’ Th’ Week
A plug for a nice web site: Ghost Towns. If it's deserted, they probably know where it is.
Ghost Town
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
From the album
Black Bear Road
[The sound of a lonely harmonica.]
The dance hall is silent and empty
The banjos don't play anymore
The music is only a mem'ry
And the dancing is dust on the floor
Wild flowers cover the ground now
The timbers are streaking with gray
The palace is tumblin' down now
And the dancers have all gone away
[Chorus]
Once there was singing
And once there was song
And once there was silver and gold (silver and gold)
The tombstones are weathered and broken
But the last signs of life are still here
The labors of love have been stolen
But the gold was the last souvenir
[Chorus]
Once there was laughter
And once there was life
And once there was silver and gold (silver and gold)
The dance hall is silent and empty
The banjos don't play anymore...
[Fade out to the playing of "Oh, Susanna" on the banjo.]
"Ghost Town" was rerecorded for the album The Real McCall: An American Storyteller, which may still be available from American Gramaphone (See the Emporium).
The Legend-News is Copyright 2000 TechRen Enterprises. We're suffering from post-Thanksgiving tryptophan poisoning, which should let up once we run out of leftover turkey. By the way, next time try slider stuffing, made from White Castle hamburgers. Yum! Thanks to Bill Fries and Chip Davis for the words and music.