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Originally Posted by K9-Lovers
I really enjoyed the concert, but have to agree. The problem seemed to be with the addition of Jordan Cole, formerly of the Christy Minstrals. While he is a very personable man, his singing and microphone skills were lacking. He also added his own guitar stylings, which were not compatible with the sound of the recordings we are all so used to hearing. Even though the concert did not sound exactly like the old songs, I still enjoyed myself and it is amazing to see some of these musicians up close after the concerts, after having listened to their music all these years. Especially enjoyed "Along Comes Mary" at the end of the concert.
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Also enjoyed Along Comes Mary last night. Here are the lyrics since it is almost an unintelligible tune. (Actually, I don't get the lyrics either).
Along Comes Mary
Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks, and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks
Whose sickness is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes
As who is most to blame today
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality
From where she got her name
And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as hers
Will make them not the same
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed
And flaccid kids are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make them
Realize their urgent cry for sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch