Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 16/09/2018

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Helen has given the theme of “glass” for this week’s SLS. You can find all the choices of great music here.

My immediate thought was Blondie’s “Heart of Glass” and, sure enough, there have been a few who chose that.

Trying not to go for the obvious choices, I consulted my good friend Ms Google. She came up with some marvellous music, a lot of which I have never heard before. Many of the artists were new to me too.

Just goes to show that you can teach an old dog new tricks!

I’ve chosen a song by George Strait, who is known as “King of Country”. This title belies the fact that, although he is unknown in large areas of the world, he has had more number one songs than any other artist in any genre of music!

The refrain could be a metaphor for the times we are living in today:

Where do you stand?
What’s your point of view?
I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass 
you’re looking through

I do hope you enjoy this:


Which Side of the Glass

George Strait

In a second story window framed in lace
There she is again
Sitting staring into space
Thinking back to better days
Dealin’ with the pain
Some folks think it’s teardrops. Me, 
I think it’s rain

And there it is, the cold hard truth
So plain to see 
The living proof
Where do you stand?
What’s your point of view?
I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass 
you’re looking through

Beneath a neon chandelier
He leans on polished oak
And orders one more whiskey
Lights another smoke
He shivers at the memory 
And trembles as he stirs
Some folks think it’s him
But me, I think it’s her

And there it is the cold hard truth
So plain to see 
The living proof
Where do you stand?
What’s your point of view?
I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass 
you’re looking through

I turn towards the mirror
It’s time to face the facts
Looking for the reason
You’re not ever coming back

And there it is the cold hard truth
So plain to see 
The living proof
Where do you stand?
What’s your point of view?
I guess it all depends on
Which side of the glass 
you’re looking through

Oh, I guess it all depends on 
Which side of the glass
You’re looking through

Songwriters: Dana Hunt Oglesby / Fred Knobloch

Which Side of the Glass lyrics © Words & Music A Div Of Big Deal Music LLC

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 09/09/2018

img_1345-3Helen’s prompt for this week is “picture/photograph” and you can see all the great entries here.

As befits my age, and the music that is stored forever (I hope) in my brain, I am offering you a song by The Who, recorded in 1967.

It is a song about a young man, supposedly having difficulty sleeping, so his father gives him some pictures to hang on his bedroom wall. This helps him to sleep, and he falls in love with the girl in the pictures (Lillie Langtry). He is devastated when his father tells him that she died in 1929.

As with so many songs there are those who see hidden meanings in the lyrics. In this case it is postulated that the song alludes to the predilection of young men to masturbate!

For your entertainment I give you: Pictures of Lily

A poor quality video, as they all were then, but here is a 2015 version to compare. The 2 remaining artists aren’t doing too badly are they!

“Pictures Of Lily”

I used to wake up in the morning
I used to feel so bad
I got so sick of having sleepless nights
I went and told my dad
He said “son now here’s some little something”
And stuck them on my wall
And now my nights seem quite so lonely
In fact I, I don’t feel bad at all
I don’t feel bad at all

Pictures of Lily
Made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily
Helped me sleep at night
Pictures of Lily
Solved my childhood problem
Pictures of Lily
Helped me feel alright

Pictures of Lily
Lily, Oh Lily
Lily, Oh Lily
Pictures of Lily

And then one day things weren’t quite so fine
I fell in love with Lily
I asked my dad where Lily I could find
He said “son now don’t be silly
She’s been dead since 1929″
Oh how I cried that night
If only I’d been born in Lily’s time
It would have been alright

Pictures of Lily
Made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily
Helped me sleep at night
Pictures of Lily
But me and Lily are together in my dreams
And I ask ya, “Hey mister have ya ever seen?”
Pictures of Lily!

Writer(s): TOWNSHEND PETER DENNIS BLANDFOR

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 02/09/2018

img_1345-3My immediate thought with Helen’s theme of “Car(s)” this week was to head towards The Beatles Rubber Soul album, and “Drive my car.”

I resisted the temptation but you can still listen to it here if you wish!

Instead I have chosen to offer you the Madness track “Driving in My Car.”

Madness formed in 1976, and are still performing today. I hope you enjoy them!

Driving In My Car

Madness

I’ve been driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob
But I don’t really care, give me some gas and the open air

It’s a bit old but it’s mine, I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves and the coil
Just last week I changed the oil
Last week it went round the clock, I also had a little knock
I dented somebody’s fender, he learnt not to park on a bender, ha ha ha

I’ve been driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far
I drive up to Muswell Hill, I’ve even been to Selsey Bill
I drove along the A45, I had her up to 58
This copper stopped me the other day, you’re mistaken what could I say
The tyres were a little worn, they were O.K., I could have sworn
I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far

I like driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far
I like driving in my car, even with a flat tyre
I like driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar
I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far

Songwriters: Cathal Joseph Smyth / Christopher John Foreman / Daniel Mark Woodgate / Graham Mcpherson / Lee Jay Thompson / Mark William Bedford / Michael Barson

Driving In My Car lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 26/08/2018

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Helen’s theme for this week is “plan”.

Well, I haven’t got one, so I must go to Plan B.

Benjamin Paul Ballance-Drew explained his stage name during an appearance on USA Today in 2007, stating, “The whole reason for calling myself Plan B was that I was doing this sweet-boy Justin Timberlake shit, but I never felt comfortable… when I started rapping, it was easier for me to feel comfortable.

I’ve chosen to offer you She Said.

I hope you enjoy it!

“She Said”

She said I love you boy , I love you so
She said I love you baby, oh oh oh oh
She said I love you more than words can say
She said I love you ba-ay-ay-ay-by

So I said, what you’re saying girl it can’t be right
How can you be in love with me
We only just met tonight
So she said, boy I loved you from the start
When I first heard love goes down
Something started burning in my heart
I said stop this crazy talk
And leave right now and close the door

She said boy I love you boy I love you so
She said I love you baby oh oh oh oh
She said I love you more than words can say
She said I love you ba-ay-ay-ay-by (yes you did)

So, now I’m up in the courts
Pleading my case from the witness box
Telling the judge and jury the same thing that I said to the cops
On the day that I got arrested
I’m innocent I protested
She just feels rejected
Had her heart broken by someone she’s obsessed with
‘Cause she likes the sound of my music
Which makes her a fan of my music
That’s why love goes down not to lose it
‘Cause she can’t separate the man from the music
And I’m saying all this in the stand
While my girl cries tears in the galleries
Got bigger than I ever could have planned
Like that song by the Zutons Valerie
So the jury don’t look like they’re buying it
And it’s making me nervous
Arms crossed, screw faced like I’m trying it
Their eyes fixed on me like I’m murderous
They wanna lock me up
And throw away the key
They wanna send me down

Even though I told them she…

She said I love you boy
I love you so
She said I love you baby oh oh oh oh (yes you did)

She said I love you more than words can say
She said I love you ba-ay-ay-ay-by

So I said why the hell you gotta treat me this way
You don’t know what love is
You wouldn’t do this if you did
Oh no no no no

Writer(s): TOM WRIGHT-GOSS, RICHARD CASSELL, ERIC APPAPOULAY, BENJAMIN PAUL BALANCE-DREW

 

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 19/08/2018

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Helen’s theme, for this week’s SLS, is “Fear”.

Helen seemed to think it would be a difficult choice for people to come up with, but, from what I’ve seen so far, there are some really great songs to listen to. Some I love, some I don’t. Some I’ve heard before, for some it is the first time of hearing. That’s what’s so good about Song Lyric Sunday. You get to hear new songs, and much loved songs. You get to meet new people, and to find out what their tastes in music are. You can see all the entries here, and maybe have a go yourself.

This week I’ve chosen a song by Lily Allen. She is the daughter of the actor Keith Allen (Keith Allen is an interesting character, having been expelled from school at age 13, being incarcerated in Borstal, at age 15, and appearing on Max Bygraves’ chorus line naked!), and was precocious from an early age, leaving school at 15, determined to become famous. She is not averse to swearing and there are a few words in this song that may offend delicate ears.

The song is called “The Fear”.

The Fear

Lily Allen

I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever, I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
I heard people die while they are trying to find them

And I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesn’t matter ’cause I’m packing plastic
And that’s what makes my life so fuckin’ fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
And it’s not my fault, it’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Forget about guns and forget ammunition
‘Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner

I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Songwriters: Lily Rose Allen / Greg Kurstin

The Fear lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 12/08/2018

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Helen’s back from her road trip and wishes us all to emulate her by choosing a drive/driving song this week.

Well, that’s easy for me! I always go back to my youth (who wouldn’t?) and seek out a Beatles song. Just because I love them, they were my youth, and they have some great tunes and lyrics!

It has to be Drive my Car. Apparently there is some hidden suggested sexual meaning behind it, but who knew? I certainly didn’t!

Without further ado, here it is. Hope you enjoy it, I certainly will.

Drive My Car

The Beatles

Asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said baby, can’t you see
I want to be famous, a star on the screen
But you can do something in between
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you

I told a girl that my prospects were good
And she said baby, it’s understood
Working for peanuts is all very fine
But I can show you a better time

Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you

Beep beep’m beep beep yeah

Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you

I told a girl I can start right away
And she said listen babe I got something to say
I got no car and it’s breaking my heart
But I’ve found a driver and that’s a start

Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you

Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney

Drive My Car lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 05/08/2018

img_1345-3Despite Helen being in vacation mode she still manages to come up trumps and give us our weekly joy of SLS.

This week is “drink”. Never one to refuse a challenge, or a drink, I’ve chosen Ben Johnson’s 1616 poem “Song. To Celia.”

I know what you’re thinking. Has he gone mad? Truth is NO, I’ve always been this way!

If you read the Wikipedia page you will discover that I’m offering you the song Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes. It has been recorded by many singers but I’m giving you what I consider is the best, by Paul Robeson, with a vastly different one to compare.

I do hope you enjoy them!

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss within the cup,
And I’ll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.

The alternative is by Laura Wright.

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 29/07/2018

img_1345-3Helen has chosen “Street” as the theme for this week. You can listen to all the great music here.

My choice came to me immediately, but I thought I’d wait around a while to see if anyone else chose it. So far as I can see, nobody has.

The Kinks were formed in 1964, and I believe that they are the only group from that era whose original four members are still alive. Indeed, it was announced in June 2018 that three of the original line up have reformed to make a new album, and, possibly, to tour.

They were tremendously successful, performing from 1964 to 1996, and even had Rod Stewart as lead singer at one stage.

Ray Davies wrote most of their songs, and was an observational writer, penning songs about what he experienced around him, often commenting on the vast differences between the “haves” and “have nots”.

The song I’ve chosen is just such an observation, looking at some poor individual wondering “what are we living for?” He can’t see the point, and considers he can only end up dying on “Dead End Street.” I’m not sure that a great deal has changed!  I’ve actually chosen a version by Ray Davies and Amy Macdonald, just because I think it is really good!

Dead End Street

The Kinks

There’s a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector’s knocking, trying to get in.

We are strictly second class,
We don’t understand,
(Dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I’m deep in debt and now it’s much too late.

We both want to work so hard,
We can’t get the chance,
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah

Songwriters: Raymond Douglas Davies
Dead End Street lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

The original Kinks version, complete with an early pre video promotional film, can be seen here.

As a bonus you can see a version by Shakey Graves, Wild Child, and Marmalakes, all touring as Outside City Limits, here. IT REALLY IS GOOD.

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 22/07/2018

img_1345-3So, (I do so hate the way many young people, (and some not so young) start a sentence with SO!).

So, there I was, all research done, everything sketched out, all ready to present my choice for Helen’s latest SLS theme of “Speak” when this fantastic song came on the TV to accompany a scene in a rerun of “Bones”.

I had no choice, I simply had to share this with you! I’d never heard it before, didn’t know the group, it has nothing whatsoever to do with “speak”, apart from the fact that it spoke to me. It’s lovely, it’s fun, it’s now on my playlist, and I have to listen to more of the group’s work.

What is it?

It’s Ho Hey by The Lumineers

Ho Hey

The Lumineers

Ho
Hey
Ho
Hey

I been trying to do it right
(Hey) I been living a lonely life
(Ho) I been sleepin’ here instead
(Hey) I been sleepin’ in my bed
(Ho) I been sleepin’ in my bed (hey ho)

so show me family
(Hey) all the blood that I will bleed
(Ho) I don’t know where I belong
(Hey) I don’t know where I went wrong
(Ho) but I can write a song (hey)

I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweet’ (ho)

Hey (come on now)
Ho
Hey

I don’t think you’re right for him
(Hey) think of what it might have been if we
(Ho) took a bus to chinatown
(Hey) I’d be standin’ on canal (ho) and Bowery (hey)
(Ho) she’d be standin’ next to me (hey)

I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart

Love we, need it now
Let’s hope, for some
‘Cause oh, we’re bleedin’ out

I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweet'(ho)
Hey
Ho
Hey

Songwriters: Jeremy Fraites / Wesley Schultz

Ho Hey lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

I do so hope it worked out for them in the end!