PM to Scott from radioland where it's always time for rock n roll: pass these along, never let the music die!

Feeling:
creative

And here we have just in comin off the request line...for everyone's favorite Punk Rock Girl...Camber, this one's for you. It's one of my personal favorites, and the requester writes:

Jesse James, Camber is one of the best chicks in the biz. Her bass playing has been an inspiration for me, and while I write this anonymously from mom's basement, I want her to know that one day, I'm following my dream! Of playing just like her when the guys come over and we hit up Rock Band.

Well, anonymous, good luck with that, man. And here we have it, the moment you've all been waiting for...St. Mary, by Rancid.

She's got a ticket and she's waiting at the station
She's got to get away as far as she can
Her problems will arise as sure as the sun shine
She's got to get used to living on the lam

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded 44 in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man

When I last saw her she was looking trouble
She said this is the 90's I'm gonna be alright
She took the greyhound into salinas
I got a letter that she dropped out of sight

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded 44 in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man

Shrouded in anger encompassed by pain
He was your best friend and you will never ever ever see him again

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded 44 in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man

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Will do, although it'll take some time not being able to cut and paste.

I'm still waiting on Cher.

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Oh ye of little faith! Dear listeners, can you believe it? I can't possibly let this go unanswered! My reputation as your beloved DJ will be in question! Well, sir, I have dug through every album I own, and it's just possible that I have the very song you want!! So, we have a very special dedication tonight, from The Outlaw to The Big Man, Scott, this one is for you.

Just Like Jesse James, by Cher

You're struttin' into town like you're slingin' a gun
Just a small town dude with a big city attitude
Honey are ya lookin' for some trouble tonight
Well all right

You think you're so bad, drive the women folk wild
Shoot 'em all down with the flash of your pearly smile
Honey but you met your match tonight
Oh, that's right

You think you'll knock me off my feet 'til I'm flat on the floor
'Til my heart is cryin' Indian and I'm beggin for more
So come on baby
Come on baby show me what that loaded gun is for

If you can give it I can take it
'Cause if this heart is gonna break it's gonna take a lot to break it I know tonight
Somebody's gonna win the fight
So if you're so tough
Come on and prove it
You heart is down for the count and you know you're gonna lose it
Tonight you're gonna go down in flames
Just like Jesse James

You're an outlaw lover and I'm after your hide
Well you ain't so strong, won't be long 'til your hands are tied
Tonight I'm gonna take you in dead or alive
That's right

You break the laws of love in the name of desire
Take ten steps back cause I'm ready baby
Aim and fire
Baby there's nowhere you gonna run tonight
Ooh that's right

Well you've had your way with love but it's the end of the day
Now a team of wild horses couldn't drag your heart away
So come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby you know there ain't nothing left to say

You think you'll knock me off my feet 'til I'm flat on the floor
'Til my heart is cryin' Indian and I'm beggin for more
So come on baby
Come on baby, come on

Tonight you're gonna go down in flames
Just like Jesse James
Tonight you're gonna go down in flames
Just like Jesse James

I'm gonna shoot you down Jesse James

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I'm twirling imaginary glowsticks as I type this!

 - for the bri

What's this? We've got another request! This one's a shout out for our own personal blast from the past, the woman with the victorian edge and who knows everything you would ever want to know but were afraid to ask about macabre! Our requester writes:

Outlaw, I need to dedicate this song for Brianna, for she is my deepest love. I would cut out my heart and lay it at her feet, if only for that pesky restraining order, and the physical impossibility of it all. I swear I am more than 100 yards from her house. Please play her this song, and perhaps she will feel my love from afar.

Well, creepy dude, let it not be said I'm a man who would stand in the way of love. Though I do suggest a new hobby. Like basket weaving.

Here it is, folks, Carry On... Screaming (Ruins), by London After Midnight.

I've knelt at your alter
I've cut out my heart
I've lived in your Ruins
my pain is your art
my wrists are bound tight so as not to bleed
my eyes were so dark so as not to see
the memories of the past
are fading like a bad dream
I've never been so alone than with you,
I've never been scared to dream until now,
I can't close my eyes,
I'll carry on, screaming
your words are like ice,
they melt in the heat
the cold and the pain
which you seem to breed
have become what you are
and left your ruins empty...