Here ya go, Eric! @Dazercat Thanks for all the laughter you inspire. Llamas and Cheez-its and asparagusā¦ 
Sing it loud! 
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Just listened to it. Again 
My wife is laughing too.
We have a special place in our heart for āpetty legsā
Thatās what my little baby girl use to call Tom Petty. . It was the first concert we took our children too. And I mean children 8 and 10 maybe. I think some people didnāt think it was appropriate of us doing that. What with their first smell of pot and lots of booze. We did not partake of course. We just thought it was great music. And that they should be exposed to it.
And besides they loved Petty Legs. 
Have you ever seen the thread I started a really long time ago.
We might have to put it on there.
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Thereās definitely worse songs to have as an ear worm.
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I think itās awesome that you took them to a show so young. I took mine, tooā¦ only to outdoor shows, so I could keep them away from the crazies. 
But it was great for them that I shared my love of musicā¦ and today, they are all music connoisseurs. I love it! 
I have not seen that thread, yet. Sounds fun! Iāll check it out. 
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Girl power! 
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Canāt stop listening to Petty Legs.
Thinking about Nuffins
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Hahahaha!!! 
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Did someone say surf music?
I saw Junior Brown three years ago and he was awesome!
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From Dylanās pen to The Bandās āMusic from Big Pinkā to the incredible voice of Grace Potterā¦ this song has been beautifully done by so many.
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In a music mood 
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Nice introduction by Neil talking about a dream he had and the snow sticking on his nose. ( He said snow )
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And the ten minute version. Still not live.
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Sad songā¦ 
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It is sad, I had never heard this version. Only the Jose Gonzales one. Iām feeling happy, I do have a proclivity to sad songs for some reason 
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Me, too. 
This oneās beautiful, but hauntingly sad. Iām glad youāre happy. 
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Great rendition of this Edith Piaf song.
On my street
I live in the corner of the old Montmartre,
My father comes home drunk every night,
And in order to feed the all four of us,
My poor mother works at the laundry.
Whenever Iām sick, I lean next my window,
Watching the people passing by to who knows where
And when the day is about to fade away,
There are some strange things that scare me a bit.
On my street, there are people strolling around,
I can hear them whisper in the night
Whenever I fall asleep, lulled by some tune,
All of the sudden Iām awakened by screams,
Whistles, and lurking footsteps,
Which come and go
Then thereās a silence that makes my heart freeze all at once.
On my street, there are shadows, walking around
And I tremble, and Iām cold, and Iām afraid.
One day my father told me: āMy daughter,
You will not stay here forever
Youāre good for nothing in this family,
So youād better earn your bread.
Men seem to find you quite attractive,
All you have to do is leave at night
There are a lot of women who earn their living
By walking the sidewalks.ā
On my street, there are women strolling around,
I hear them singing and at night,
Whenever I fall asleep, lulled by some old song,
All of the sudden Iām awakened by screams,
Whistles, and lurking footsteps,
Which come and go
Then thereās a silence that makes my heart freeze all at once.
On my street, there are women walking around,
And I tremble, and Iām cold, and Iām afraid.
And for weeks and weeks now,
I havenāt got a home anymore, I have no money
I donāt know how other girls do it,
But I couldnāt find any customer.
I begged for charity,
For a piece of bread, a little warmth,
Iām not much of a bold/audacious girl
But now Iām the one who scare them.
On my street, every night, I walk around
You can hear me sobbing there, and at night,
When the wind blows its old song into the dark sky,
My body gets completely chilled by the rain,
I canāt take it anymore, I wait
God to come and take me, hoping
That he will invite me to warm myself right next to Him.
On my street there are angles who guide me
My nightmare is all over now, forever!
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Thanks for posting the lyrics, @Mno ā¦ chilling in a bad wayā¦ a tragedyā¦ reminding me of Victor Hugoās āLes Miserablesā and a quote straight from wiki by Upton Sinclair.,
" So long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnation, which, in the face of civilization, artificially creates hells on earth, and complicates a destiny that is divine with human fatality; so long as the three problems of the ageāthe degradation of man by poverty, the ruin of women by starvation, and the dwarfing of childhood by physical and spiritual nightāare not solved; so long as, in certain regions, social asphyxia shall be possible; in other words, and from a yet more extended point of view, so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless."
February 9th is/was Carole Kingās Birthdayā¦ Posting a song of hers in tribute to her, I like that this is a recording from 2019, it gives me chills, too, and wishing that the girl in āOn my Streetā had had a friend ā¦
Edit: She did have a friend, he came and put her on a street with angels and took her nightmares away.
Thanks to all who help others with their nightmares.
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