Songs you could sing along with? In my dotage, I can look forward to singing classics from the last century - what on earth can the millennials sing (other than "boof boof boof")...
Songs you could sing along with? In my dotage, I can look forward to singing classics from the last century - what on earth can the millennials sing (other than "boof boof boof")...
Modern music is like babyfood, in the same way that food has to be soft and mashed up for a baby the music has to be simplified to a stage where it doesn’t require conscious thought to appreciate, it all sounds the same!
Whatever happened to lyrics?.....some stupid bird repeating a banal line 3 timess doesn’t constitute lyrical content in my book.......but what do I know, I’m 60, I had to endure the Beatles, Stones, Dylan, Steely Dan, Motown Soul, Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, Joni Mitchell, The Who, The Kinks......if only I’d been born 40 years later!
The caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain
and.....
She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see'
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed
Halogen days Rodders, halogen days...
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They were smoking strange stuff back then... Btw, the first one I had to look up; the second one is easy!
Two boys in my household. The first one loves the Dutch version of rap-music. Horrible stuff. My youngest (same upbringing...) is into old music and more-or-less modern 'indy'. His Spotify playlist is a blessing to my ears.
Menno
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless, longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I can't believe anyone will ever write a better set of lyrics than Africa by Toto.
What better time to revisit this.
"A man of little significance"
Plenty of very good new music out there. It's just not in the charts
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Catchy tune+
Did you ever see a woman
Coming out of New York City
With a frog in her hand
Did you ever see a woman
Coming out of New York City
With a frog in her hand
I did don't you know
I did don't you know
I did don't you know
And don't it show
F.T.F.A.
The sun has got his hat on
Hip hip hip hooray
The sun has got his hat on and he's coming out to play
Ob La Di...
A faint haze of delirium creeps upon me
All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see
He's dressed in a silver sparked glittering gown
And his golden beard flows nearly down to the ground.
Fancy having to look up Donovan - shame on you...
Maybe some of the drug-inspired lyrics of the 60s and 70s were a bit shite when you analyse them......but at least they were good shite
Best of Jefferson Airplane's on my CD player now......White Rabbit's a cracking song!
Drinking in the morning sun
Blinking in the morning sun
Shaking off a heavy one
Yeah, heavy like a loaded gun
What made me behave that way?
Using words I never say
I can only think it must be love
Oh anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day
Someone tell me how I feel
It's silly wrong, but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like a final meal
Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight
'Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with you half awake
Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day
When my face is chamois creased
If you think I wink, I did
Laugh politely at repeats
Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin
'Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with you half awake
Stumbling over what to say
Well, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day
So throw those curtains wide
One day like this a year would see me right
Throw those curtains wide
One day like this a year would see me right
Throw those curtains wide
One day like this a year would see me right
Throw those curtains wide
One day like this a year would see me right for life
Dogs at Midnight
Words and Music by Tom Paxton
You might hear dogs at midnight,
High up a treeless hill,
Workin' their own graveyard shift,
And howlin' out their fill,
While down below in Coal Town,
A woman lies awake,
And hears her sleeping husband fight,
For every breath he takes.
[Cho:]
Oh, the rockslide may not get you,
The fire might pass you by.
When the gas goes up,
It might not be your time to die;
But every year gets harder
To draw a simple breath
When the black lung gets you,
That's the kiss of death
You might see old men waiting,
On the county courthouse green.
Tellin' tales at noontime,
Of the bitter sights they've seen.
It makes a postcard picture there,
Beside the courthouse door,
Unless you know just why they're waitin',
And what they're waitin' for.
Bullet In The Gun
Planet Perfecto
There's a bullet in the gun
There's a fire in your heart
You will move all mountains
That stand in your path
Till the end of all time
I'll be by your side
Always dream that I'm yours
And I'll dream you're mine
Fight fire with fire
Fight fire with fire
Light enemies with love
I left my job my boss my car and my home
I'm leaving for a destination I still don't know
Somewhere nobody must have duties at all
And if you like this you can follow me so let's go,
Follow me
And let's go
To a place where belong and leave our troubles at home come with me
We can go to a paradise of love and joy a destination unknown
Now I won't feel those heavy shoulders no more
My life got better now I finally enjoy,
Yes all the people want to come here and so?
Come on and join us you can do that now let's go
Follow me
And let's go
To the place where we belong and leave our troubles at home come with me
We can go to a paradise of love and joy a Destination Unknown
Can't listen to this without playing the awsome video in my mind
Some lyrics make me smile, in a good way.......these by John Prine always do......
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the time the jukebox broke
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke
Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own
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Always liked this from Al Stewart,
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat
Maybe because I like old movies, or cats?
They don't write them like this anymore
Or indeed:
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Poetry and flowers won’t mend this broken heart, but, you can put the Hoover round if you want to make a start…