We have discussed philosophical issues quite a bit.. and I recall that during the 60s a lot of things were changing. During a 'Cuppa with Col'
I mentioned a song which touched me during that period.. my teenage years. I'd never been able to find it since..but Col knew it.. and now..I've found it.

"Let the good times roll" by Peggy Lee.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTpFUT-lxls

It expresses the dilemna of a world without meaning.

Paul... that rascal who wrote most of the New Testament put it this way.. very close.

If the dead are not raised,
"Let us eat and drink,
for tomorrow we die."[1Cor15:32)

OR.. there is always the equally valid (philosophically speaking) approach of Edgler Vess in "Intensity"

EXISTENTIALISM.. is also well epitomized in this scene...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyTA3qt4Jeo&feature=related

Fortunately for all of us.. there 'is' ... "more"....

Dear Polycarp,

There definitely is "more."

I agree.

My mum's favourite song of the period
was translated from the Russian,
into English.
"Those Were The Days."

It deals with a more positive
reminiscence of youth
and romantic idealism...

"Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way

La la la la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days...

Ah, yes!

Fortunately, the divine Peggy wasn't always so dreary.

"I can wash out 44 pairs of socks and have 'em hangin out on the line
I can starch & iron 2 dozens shirts 'fore you can count from 1 to 9
I can scoop up a great big dipper full of lard from the drippins can
Throw it in the skillet, go out & do my shopping, be back before it melts in the pan
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again

I can rub & scrub this old house til it's shinin like a dime
Feed the baby, grease the car, & powder my face at the same time
Get all dressed up, go out and swing til 4 a.m. and then
Lay down at 5, jump up at 6, and start all over again
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again

If you come to me sickly you know I'm gonna make you well
If you come to me all hexed up you know I'm gonna break the spell
If you come to me hungry you know I'm gonna fill you full of grits
If it's lovin you're likin, I'll kiss you and give you the shiverin' fits
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again

I got a twenty-dollar gold piece says there ain't nothing I can't do
I can make a dress out of a feed bag and I can make a man out of you
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I'll say it again
'Cause I'm a woman! W-O-M-A-N, and that's all."

What a gal!

And don't forget, whatever you do, the immortal words of Peabo Bryson.

"It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you
Unbelievable sights
Indescribable feeling
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
Through an endless diamond sky
A whole new world"

They just don't make 'em like that any more

But seriously, Boaz.

You start off all earnest-like...

>>We have discussed philosophical issues quite a bit.. and I recall that during the 60s a lot of things were changing<<

...then you picked on a drippy Peggy Lee number to illustrate - presumably - the things that were changing.

If you were honest with yourself, you'd acknowledge that it was Procol Harum who encapsulated the zeitgeist with:

"We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale
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 just as well be closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale"

If the rumours are true, than it was pure "make it up as you go", far more meaningful mantra than that Peggy Lee song contrived to put across.

The story goes that the individual lines were random snippets, literally cut out of paperbacks, thrown together on a table, and then plucked out one by one.

Now, that's songwriting...

And those were the real sixties.

My fave Peggy Lee song is of course "Fever":

"Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I give you fever that's so hard to bear

You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night

Sun lights up the day time
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know i'm gonna treat you right

You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night

Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever start long ago

Romeo loved Juliet
Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said Julie baby you're my flame

Now give me fever
When we're kissin
Fever with that flame in you
Fever
I'm a fire
Fever yeah I burn for you

Captain Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said daddy oh don't you dare

He gives me fever
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever
I'm his missus
Daddy won't you treat him right

Now you listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be fair and have a sense of game

They give you fever
when you kiss them
Fever if you really learned
Fever
Till you sizzlin'
But what a lovely way to burn

But what a lovely way to burn
But what a lovely way to burn
But what a lovely way to burn "

What do you think, Boazy?

That's a pretty sexist song Pericles. It seems she implys she can do all this only because she is a woman.

I always smile when I think of Poly and Col having cups of tea. Though Poly seems more keen to broadcast his liasons with Col than the other way around.

For good lyrics, I cant go past Paul Dempsey, James Mercer or Morrissey.

Just an acknowledgment, while on the subject of matters lyrical, even if it is a decade out of place.

Pericles, you were right to query, some time back, my attribution, performance wise, of "Mockingbird Hill" to Doris Day. It was, of course, Theresa Brewer.

Sadly, passed away last October 17.

Apologies, Boaz, if we have diverted this thread from your intended path – the dangers of MIUAUG, the blind hedonism of the sixties etc., ending as always with a sermon about religion.

So I'll put us all back on track with that classic 1959 Wink Martindale hit, the Deck of Cards.

It is too long for a single post, so here goes:

“During the North African Campaign, a bunch of soldier boys had been on a long hike. They arrived in a little town called Casino. The next morning being Sunday, several of the boys went to church. A sergeant commanded the boys in church.
After the Chaplain read the prayer, the text was taken up next. Those of the boys that had a prayer book took them out. One boy had only a deck of cards, and he spread them out. The sergeant saw the cards and said, "Soldier, put away those cards." After the service was over, the soldier was taken prisoner and brought before the Provost Marshal.
The Marshal said, "Sergeant, why have you brought this man here?"
"For playing cards in church, Sir," was the response.
The Marshal asked the soldier, "And what have you to say for yourself, son?"
"Much, Sir," replied the soldier.
The Marshal stated, "I hope so, for if not I will punish you more than any man was ever punished."
The soldier said, "Sir, I have been on the march for about six months. I have neither bible nor a prayer book, but I hope to satisfy you, sir, with the purity of my intentions." And with that, the boy started his story ...
"You see, sir, when I look at the Ace, it reminds me that there is but one God.
And the deuce reminds me that the bible is divided into two parts: the Old and the New Testaments.
When I see the trey, I think of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
And when I see the four, I think of the four evangelists who preached the Gospel: there was Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.”

[contd...]

[contd]
“And when I see the five, it reminds me of the five wise virgins who trimmed their lamps; there were ten of them: five were wise and were saved, five were foolish and were shut out.
When I see the six, it reminds me that in six days God made this heaven and earth.
And when I see the seven, it reminds me that on the seventh day, God rested from his great work.
And when I see the eight, I think of the eight righteous persons that God saved when he destroyed the earth: there was Noah, his wife, their sons and their wives.
And when I see the nine, I think of the lepers our saviour cleansed, and that nine of the ten didn't even thank him.
When I see the ten, I think of the ten commandments that God handed down to Moses on a tablet of stone.
When I see the King, it reminds me that there is but one King of Heaven, God Almighty.
And when I see the Queen, I think of the blessed Virgin Mary who is the Queen of Heaven.
And the Jack or Knave is the Devil.
When I count the number of spots in a deck of cards, I find 365, the number of days in a year.
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year.
There are four suits, the number of weeks in a month.
There are twelve picture cards, the number of months in a year.
There are thirteen tricks, the number of weeks in a quarter.
So you see, Sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible, an almanac and a prayer book.

And friends, this story is true. I know ... I was that soldier"

It has always fascinated me that the songwriter – one T. Texas Tyler – thought it necessary to claim ownership of the story, when in fact it had been around for centuries.

http://www.snopes.com/glurge/cards.asp

The 1950's equivalent of YouTube propaganda, I guess.

Wellll.. this thread certainly proved the richness of the OLO experience...

FOXY, CJ..
Quite interesting contributions..

AC/DC

Livin' easy
Lovin' free
Season ticket on a one way ride
Askin' nothin'
Leave me be
Takin' everythin' in my stride
Don't need reason
Don't need rhyme
Ain't nothin' that I'd rather do
Goin' down
Party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey satan
Payin' my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey mumma
Look at me
I'm on the way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
Don't stop me

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
(highway to hell) I'm on the highway to hell
(highway to hell) highway to hell
(highway to hell) highway to hell
(highway to hell)
And I'm goin' down
All the way
I'm on the highway to hell

JESUS
"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it."

Aww yeah
That`s right baby.
Girl, tonight we`re gonna make love. You know how I know, baby? `Cause it`s Wednesday. And Wednesday night is the night that we make love. Tuesday night`s the night that we go and visit your mother, but Wednesday night is the night that we make love. `Cause everything is just right conditions are perfect. There`s nothing good on TV. Conditions are perfect. You lean in close and say something sexy like, "I might go to bed I`ve got work in the morning." I know what you`re trying to say baby. You`re trying to say, "Oh, yeah. It`s business time. It`s business time."

It`s business.
It`s business time.
That`s what you`re trying to say you`re trying to say let`s get down to business it`s business time.

It`s business.
It`s business time.
Next thing you know we`re in the bathroom brushing our teeth. That`s all part of it, that`s foreplay. Then you go sort out the recycling. That`s not part of it but it`s still very important. Then we`re in the bedroom. You`re wearing that ugly old baggy t-shirt from that team building exercise you did for your old work. And it`s never looked better on you.

Oh, team building exercise `99.

Oh, you don`t know what you`re doing to me.
I remove my jeans but trip over them `cause I still got my shoes on. But I turn it into a sexy dance.
Next thing you know I`m down to just my socks and you know when I`m down to just my socks what time it is, it`s time for business. It`s business time.

It`s business.
It`s business time.
You know when I`m down to just my socks it`s time for business that`s why they call it business socks.

It`s business.
It`s business time.
Oh.
Ooh, makin` love.
Makin` love for two.
Makin` love for two minutes.
When it`s with me you only need two minutes, `cause I`m so intense. Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven. You say something like, "Is that it?" I know what you`re trying to say. You`re trying to say, "Aww yeah, that`s it." Then you tell me you want some more. Well I`m not surprised. But I`m quite sleepy.

It`s business.
It`s business time.
Business hours are over. Right, right.

It`s business.
It`s business time.

Dear CJ,

Fever by Peggy Lee...

"That's hot!"

Now, I've got one for you:

"Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?

Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one
But will my heart be broken
Wnen the night meets the morning sun?

I'd like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of
So tell me now, and I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Dear Polycarp,

The "Highway to hell," was your latest choice.
I've got another one for you that I think you'll enjoy:

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
is when he's on a drunk

On mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

Thanks Foxy.

Who would've thought that Boazy's an AC/DC fan?

Since Boazy's moved us out of the 60s, here's one of my all-time favourites. I'm sure Boazy will appreciate it, because it's on YouTube and he's a philosopher and all...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEOkxRLzBf0

"Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one "

John Lennon (1971)

This is quite fun.

While we're in the mood, here's another seminal 60s song, this time from 1963:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ced8o50G9kg

"How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind."

Bob Dylan (1962)

Dear CJ,

That John Lennon song is one of my
all time favourites. Beautiful words
and philosophy. My cup of tea, definitely!
It always brings a lump to my throat, whenever
I hear it. Another favourite is Simon and
Garfunkel's, Sound of Silence:

Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence...

However CJ, it's not as uplifting as Lennon's.

Dear Pericles,

Now, I've got one for you ...
'Cause you admire women:

I went and bought myself a ticket and
I sat down in the very first row, wo wo.
They pulled the curtain but then when
they turned the spotlight way down low, wo wo,
Little Egypt came out strutting,
wearing nothing but a button and a bow, wo wo,
singing Yeah yeah!Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah.

She had a ruby on her tummy and
a diamond big as Texas on her toe, wo wo.
She let her hair down and
She did the hoochie koochie real slow, wo wo,
When she did her special number on a zebra skin
I thought she'd stop the show, wo wo,
singing, Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah!.

She did a triple somersault and when she
hit the ground,
She winked at the audience and then she turned around.
She had a picture of a cowboy tattooed on her spine,
Saying Phoenix, Arizona, nineteen forty-nine.

Yeah, but let me tell you people,
Little Egypt doesn't dance there anymore wo wo.
She's too busy mopping and a taking care of shopping
at the store, wo wo.
'Cause we got seven kids and
all day long they crawl around the floor, wo wo,
singing, Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah! Yeah yeah!

What a gal indeed!

This is so fascinating :) who woulda thought.. so much wisdom and tight chunks of philosophy contained in little phrases.. perhaps we should start a new rule for olo.. "You may only respond to posts with songs" :) Might save a lotttt of woffle.

Now.. to business. FOXYYYY.. that 2 lines is amazing.. look at what they contain.

Is this a lasting treasure

(might call this the values of the 50s, Christian values)

Or just a moment's pleasure?

(aaah..now we have entered the 60s and 'free love.. existentialism' etc.)

In fact.. line 2 is a classic example of actually living out Lennons famous words.

"Imagine all the people
Living for today"

Golly we neeeed 'italics' for OLO .. grrrr...

Living for "today" is all you get when there is no heaven or hell...
as Edgeler Vess said "Life is about 'intense' moments" that's why he savored each killing by moving his face close to the dying victim.. smelling them.. tasting their blood etc...

If we only have 'today'..then it matters not whether we do 'good' or.. do bad... it just doesn't matter.. in the long run.. so.. one might be tempted to make an assessment. "Which will give more of a rush.. today"

Dylans song.. the words

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?

in a way it says "When will you see past your own 'today' and see the real world?"

I might extend this.. how many times will people view the cross, yet not see the one upon it.. how many times will they hear His great Word.. yet not have ears to hear it. Hmm.. He himself even said that.

"They have ears but do not hear"
They have eyes but do not see

Ah Foxy… The House of the Rising Sun … great song… and I saw Eric Burdon on ABC some months ago, he was recognizable, packing a few more pounds, like many of us.

Actually I have a small problem, hence to answer US question about my delay commenting on catching up with Polycarp. My problem is an IT one, I cannot get youtube to work on my current notebook PC and I wanted to hear the song before I posted.

I have installed a flash drive but still cannot get the darn thang to function and cannot remember how to turn java-scripting on. This is a 2 year old PC, running XP and Inet 7 - I have been all through the internet options off but think I am in the wrong part of the software… any ideas what I am doing wrong?

I did have it running but had to do a restore and since then have had problems.

sugar
oh honey honey
you are my candy girl
and you got me wanting you

I just cant believe the lovliness of loving you
I just cant believe its true
I just cant believe the wonder of this feeling too
I just cant believe its true

Sugar
oh honey honey
you are my candy girl
and you got me wanting you

honey
oh sugar sugar etc

when I kissed you girl
I knew how sweet a kiss could be
let the summer sunshine pour your sweetness over me

oh pour a little sugar on me honey
pour a little sugar on me baby
when you make love so sweet
hey hey hey
pour a little sugar on me honey
etc

...still HAPPENING in the NAUGHTIES

Dear Polycarp,

This will put a smile on your face,
guaranteed:

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
I'm just a man who is trying
To do some good before dying,
To ask each man and his brother,
To bear no ill toward each other.
This life will never be hollow,
To those who listen and follow.
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.
I write my rhymes with no learning,
And yet with truth they are burning,
But is the world waiting for them?
Or will they all just ignore them?
Have I a poets illusion,
A dream to die in seclusion?
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.

Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
A little brook on a mountain,
The cooling spray of a fountain,
Arouse in me an emotion,
More than the vast boundless ocean.
For there's a wealth beyond measure,
In little things that we treasure,
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera.

Hi Foxy. I'll see your Little Egypt, and raise you a Lydia.

(The 1961 Stubby Kaye version, of course).

"Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so, and a torso even more so.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia. Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is The Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too.
And proudly above, waves the red, white, and blue.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!

When her robe is unfurled, she will show you the world, if you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paris, or Washington crossing The Delaware.

Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia?
Lydia The Tattooed Lady.
When her muscles start relaxin', up the hill comes Andrew Jackson.
Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia The Queen of them all.
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz, with a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day, you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia!

Come along and see Buffalo Bill with his lasso.
Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso.
Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon.
Here's Godiva, but with her pajamas on.

Here is Grover Whelan unveilin' the Trylon.
Over on the west coast we have Treasure Isle-on.
Here's Nijinsky a-doin' the rhumba.
Here's her social security numba.

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia.
Oh Lydia, the champ of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
for he went and married Lydia!

I said Lydia... (He said Lydia...) They said Lydia... We said Lydia, la, la!"

Those rhymes - "Amazon" with "pyjamas on", "Trylon" with "Treasure Isle-on", not to mention "Lydia' and "encyclo-pidia" - crack me up every time.

And hey - what a gal!

I'll see Pericles' "Lydia" with the Kinks' "Lola" - just because I know it's right up Boazy's alley, so to speak...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMsnqQHOwFg

"I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
C-o-l-a cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
L-o-l-a Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola

Well I'm not the worlds most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola

Well we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up and sat me on her knee
And said dear boy won't you come home with me
Well I'm not the worlds most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola

I pushed her away
I walked to the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at her and she at me

Well that's the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo Lola

Well I left home just a week before
And I'd never ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said dear boy I'm gonna make you a man

Well I'm not the worlds most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
And so is Lola
Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola
Lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo Lola"

(Ray Davies, 1970)

I reckon an "OLO Kareoke Night" would be something not to miss...

Maybe Polycarp could start it off.. his own rendition on youtube...

Foxy to follow, etc...

Throw in a few classics like

Trail of the lonesome pine (Laurel & Hardy)

and

Blues Skies (Willie Nelson)

Dear Col,

My singing Kareoke would really be
entertaining (I'm tone deaf)...

And to keep it amusing I'd choose:

"Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have
No regrets
Recline yourself
Resign yourself, you're through

I always get, what I aim for
And your heart and soul
Is what I came for

Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
Take off your coat
Don't you know you can't win
You're no exception to the rule
I'm irresistible you fool...give in,
give in ..."

I have to thank Boazy for sending us in this direction.

YouTube is indeed a wonderful thing, particularly when it comes to vintage music clips. For me, this one from Cream was a literally seminal musical moment of my early adolescence. And the lyrics are so wonderfully 60s (actually, it's about waiting for a train while under the influence of drugs, so it probably still has some salience).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ud1Y7rXFEQg&NR=1

" In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back;
Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. "

(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown, 1968)

Eric Clapton's still producing excellent music - not so sure about the others.

Great thread Boazy ... and for once, I agree with Col - who would have thought? Anyone remember Kate Bush ... sad.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWdHOm256N4

Dear Foxy.... I note with romantic optimism the beauty and innocence of the Guantanavera song.. to me its like the wedding day with your childhood sweetheart.........

Oh.. if only life could be like that for more than the moment ...

Sadly.. after the euphoria of the wedding.. the reception.. the bills start to come.. the pressures.. the niggling this and that.. habits.. reality....

The gilted shine becomes tarnished.. broken dreams...

No.. it wasn't the "House of the Rising Sun".. it was the Sin Tong Ah in Penang... or the New Wa Sing... places I'll just about bet some of us have visited in the years gone by.. as every tri-shaw driver seemed to have them high on his list of 'must visit' for passengers.

Lilly was drugged, raped from every conceivable angle and method.. made pregnant.. and consigned to the service of male clients until she could find a man willing to take her as a wife...which thankfully, did happen.

Others.. maybe not so lucky.

The 60s told us "It's all ok.. do what turns you on.. trip out"...

The 70s took us from 'innocent' exploration to the more calculated ventures into sin, yet with the voices of Air Supply drifting through the air waves.. still speaking of romance and love

"I realize the best part of love is the thinnest lace
And it don't count for much but I'm not letting go
I believe there's still much to believe in"

"Im BAD".. a bit of a Christian bash :) you will love this.. you have to see it. Micheal Jacksons music and some rather pronounced poses with a nice interview at the end.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-GxkAJ1OB

C'mon Boaz, get with the programme here.

You may want this to be an exploration of the Fall of Man, 1950-2008, but the rest of us just want to reminisce about interesting, unusual and fun songs.

Lighten up. It's later than you think.

Gee Pericles.. I'd v thought you would jump at the opportunity to have a bit of a bash of a Christian :) I hope you watched the vid.. it's quite entertaining.

I began the thread.. rememmmmber?

But enjoy the remenisce.. it's good for the heart.. but let's not let the warm glow of remeniscence distract us from the reality that these songs reflect.

It would be a bit of a waste of time to just exchange lyrics yet gain nothing from them.

No comment on Edgeler Vess ? :) I wonder how Scrubs fans would react to see him like that.. it sure demonstrates his character range.

If only you could see the beginning of the movie.. it begins with a Guantamera like mood.. deliberately done in such a way as to underline and highlight the blissful peace of family and friendship... then when everyone is doing what we all do at Christmas time.. enjoying family and catching up.. then, enter Edgler....

The rest is like a long series of huge question and exclamation marks about life... climaxing with the statement he makes in the scene I linked to with Chyna sitting on the chair.

Foxy "My singing Kareoke would really be
entertaining (I'm tone deaf)..."

my experience of Kareoke, being "harmonically challenged" is a prerequisite.

My daughter is getting married in a few weeks - I know they are having kareoke.... I must get my ex wife up there.... (evil grin)... maybe do a duet with her... (even more evil grin)..

Dear Col,

Congratulations on your daughter's
upcoming wedding. I hope the weather
will be beautiful for her.

I imagine you'd be great singing a
duet with your ex.

You could sing the traditional
"Anniversary song," and add a touch of
humour to it:

"Oh, how we danced on the night we were wed,
(I needed a wife like a hole in the head)
or
(We danced and we danced 'cause there wasn't a bed).

But the one I think would suit you is:

"Hey, Big Spender."

The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a
man of distinction
A real big spender
Good looking, so refined
Say wouldn't you like to know
What's going on in my mind

So let me get to the point
I don't pop my cork
for every guy I see
Her Big spender
Spend a little time with me..."

I get the impression that poor old Boazy 'missed' the 60s, although not for the usually cited reasons.

Poor bugger - it was a great time to be alive and young.

Dear Polycarp,

Songs - stir the soul.

Can't you see from the reactions that
people are having?

Isn't that why this music is referred to
as "The Golden Oldies?"

Sit back and share the moment with everyone
else.

We're not on a "Highway to Hell," here,
we're in heaven right now!

Aaah Foxy... yes I know.. it surely is as you describe.

Life has taught me two things :)

1/ Most of such euphoria is illusory and transitory...

2/ If you mention that.. you end up alone at the non fire end of the lounge room :)

CJ.. ur RIGHT.. I missed out on some of the 60s.. as I was being regularly beaten half to death by the preceeding intake at the RAAF electronics squadron. Along with spit polishing their shoes.. bringing back a box of matches from the Canteen...one match at a time :)
But we did have one very INTENSE moment.. and I mean intense.. I've related this before.. the Sharpies were infesting every corner of Melbourne.. bashing, raping.. thieving..even killing.. police could not contain them.. so we did a 'clean up' :) after they bashed one of our blokes.. a goodly number of RAAF members went into Melbourne on a Saturday night, in full uniform and hunted down anyone in a Maroon cardigan with pin striped wide trousers. The Police only asked one thing "Leave enough to arrest"..yes indeedy..that was 'intense'.

I saw through the shallowness of the flower power/free love/turn on and trip out thingy...didn't use drugs.. never have. (except the odd drunken binge during that time)

I'm glad youtube and video's didn't exist then.. or some bright spark might have caught me wandering starkers around the barracks peuking at each one.

Personally, I found the whole peace and love thing far more uplifting than the militaristic, institutionalised violence and bastardisation mentality that it sought to replace (ultimately unsuccessfully). Here's a song for Boazy from 1968, about exactly that:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ibjtq3LSm4Q

"Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No!

Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
'Cause where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No!
Get down

Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No!
Get down"

(Jagger/Richards, 1968)

Dear Polycarp,

My favourite sixties song dealing with
the military is:

"One Tin Soldier."

"Listen children to a story
That was written long ago
'Bout a kingdom, on a mountain
And the valley folk below

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath a stone
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own

Go ahead and hate your neighbour
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end

There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
On the bloody morning after ...
One tin soldier rides away

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure
Tons of gold for which they'd kill

Came an answer from the kingdom
With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain
N' all the riches buried there

Now the valley cried in anger
Mount your horses
Draw your sword
And they killed the mountain people
So they won their just reward

Now they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turn the stone and which beneath it
"Peace On Earth"
Was all it said.

Isn't this lovely to join each other in a song. Good one David,

"LOVES LIKE A BUTTERFLY
AS SOFT AND GENTLE AS A SIGH
THE MULTI-COLOURED MOODS OF LOVE
ARE LIKE IT'S SATIN WINGS
LOVE MAKES YOUR HEART FEEL SOFT INSIDE
IT FLUTTERS LIKE SOFT WINGS IN FLIGHT
LOVE IS LIKE A BUTTERFLY A RARE AND GENTLE THING."
SUNG BY DOLLY PARTON

and so the wisdom continues :) thanx to CJ Foxy and Sharkfin...

CJ.. I don't know if anyone has noticed this yet, but I'm sure some must have.. many of the songs show the 2 fold aspects of life and human relations.

ROMANTICISM.....

REVOLUTION......

Just had to aliterate that. Now.. "Love is like a sigh".....
yes.. just like Guantanevera... wedding day..full of hope..optimism.

Then.. we have 'street fighting man, kill the king'..and 'we want that treasure'..

What a great ending Foxy.. a profound song.

If only.. if ONLY all of us could grasp that THAT.. is the core and secret of true faith in God through Christ. The 'World' sees it as something carnal.. "power" "control" ..and in some rather distorted and mangled manifestations it has degenerated into just that.

But that treasure beneath the stone ? :) aaah.. I cannot but wax Biblical here.

7But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.

8We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body.(2Cor4:7ff)

And what glorious unfading Treasure it is!

7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Phil4:7

Oh puke - Boazy's back to bloody bible bashing (how's that for alliteration?). As something of an antidote:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMeWAtNIPxc&feature=related

"Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah"

(Jagger/Richards, 1968)

Dear CJ,

"Shiver my timbers...whoa!"
Scary stuff...

"I see the bad moon arising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lighnin!
I see bad times today.

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing
I know the end is coming soon
I hear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
All right!

Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye.

Don't go around tonight,
Well it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise..."

Whew!

Dear CJ,

"Shiver my timbers...wow!"
Scary stuff...

"I see the bad moon arising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lighnin!
I see bad times today.

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes ablowing
I know the end is coming soon
I hear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
All right!

Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye.

Don't go around tonight,
Well it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise..."

Whew!

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.

I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that youre in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

I am still quite amazed...at the way this thread has developed.

Most of us are offering a song..
and in doing so are probably saying
something from ourselves..

I hope we READ and actually reflect on
those lyrics....

Tammy Jo and Foxy.. yes indeedy..and CJ..
the thing which floors me is the truth
of what that Jagger song says..but it seems
to go over your head...in one ear and out
the other.

McLeans song is interpreted by many.. and some suggest it is about the plane crash deaths of Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and Big Bopper...
but he denies this, preferring to allow people to speculate.

To me..it is a metaphore for the loss of any iconically important idea or value. "Father Knows Best" might be one of them....

The Music of the 60s was searching.. and often (as the last line of McCleans song says)

"I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died"

I think this is more a cry of triumph of evil.. thinking
it has actually 'won' the war on the cultural level at least.

One might ask...(as I did) "Now that the old has gone...where do we go from here?"....

New wine cannot go into old wineskins... Mark 2:22

So 'American Pie' was really about the demise of 'Father Knows Best' eh? Somehow I don't think so...

Today's song for Boazy to misinterpret:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQkylt8PX5g

"My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord

I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you lord
But it takes so long, my lord

My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord

I really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you lord
That it wont take long, my lord (hallelujah)

My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)

I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, lord
Really want to see you, lord
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)

My sweet lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hallelujah)

I really want to know you (hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (hallelujah)
Really want to show you lord (aaah)
That it wont take long, my lord (hallelujah)

Hmm (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah)
My, my, lord (hallelujah)

Hm, my lord (hare krishna)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
Oh hm, my sweet lord (krishna, krishna)
Oh-uuh-uh (hare hare)

Now, I really want to see you (hare rama)
Really want to be with you (hare rama)
Really want to see you lord (aaah)
But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)

Hm, my lord (hallelujah)
My, my, my lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)
Hm, hm (gurur brahma)
Hm, hm (gurur vishnu)
Hm, hm (gurur devo)
Hm, hm (maheshwara)
My sweet lord (gurur sakshaat)
My sweet lord (parabrahma)
My, my, my lord (tasmayi shree)
My, my, my, my lord (guruve namah)
My sweet lord (hare rama)

[fade:]

(hare krishna)
My sweet lord (hare krishna)
My sweet lord (krishna krishna)
My lord (hare hare)"

(George Harrison, 1969)

Not entirely sure you've picked this right, Boaz.

>>Most of us are offering a song.. and in doing so are probably saying something from ourselves.<<

See, here's the thing.

The English composer Ralph Vaughan Williams was perpetually plagued by people aproaching him and asking him what his symphonies "mean" - particularly the sixth, which was composed immediately after WWII. Was it about Hiroshima, perhaps, or a tribute to the fallen?

His response was that "It never seems to occur to people that a man might just want to write a piece of music".

Which Don McLean echoed in his refusal to speculate on any specific meaning to "American Pie".

Here's my point.

I don't think that the actual selection of a particular song to grace this thread contains any relevance whatsoever.

But as Vaughan Williams discovered, there's no shortage of people wanting to read meaning into something that is, deep down, just "a piece of music".

So quite possibly, it is in fact the meaning that we individualy decide to attribute to a particular set of lyrics, that ends up speaking volumes about our character.

Intriguingly, the only person on this thread to have attempted to do this is... you, Boaz.

I'd suggest that says it all.

Dear Polycarp,

"I'm just an old fashioned girl with an old
fashioned mind
Not sophisticated, I'm the sweet
and simple kind
I want an old fashioned house, with an old
fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire

I want an old fashioned car, a cerise
Cadillac,
Long enough to put a bowling alley
in the back..."

I went passed this thread a few times, and I didnt realize how many old "fossils" we had here! I read through most of the songs, and while I was holding my mouth, trying not to gag, I noticed no heavy metal!lol
Why is this so?

What about some of the greats like, AC/DC, The angels, Quite riot, U2 and so on. I believe you must read between the lines before you can understand the song. Now! I am known for my practical jokes when making new songs and I see no creativity in the work so far. Some pieces like CJ's, needs a lot more work.(My advice is to grab your relevant papers, and wipe your arse with it.(smile)

Being a real song writer/performer/musician, I can see you all need much help! So I wrote a song just for you all.

Its called, Carp-in-hood and his fairy-men! But you must wait for the single to come out! Its bound to be number one on the charts.(smile)

EVO

Sorry I am late getting into this. I saw the first page and I thought 'why is polycarp setting hmself up to be bashed' then gave the thread a miss.

Must say I enjoyed reading the commets and especially the songs.

Speaking of which. I like late 50s and 60s music. Buddy Holly, connie Francis, chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis et. to name some American artists.

Hear is a link to a juke box type site

http://www.bobforrest.com/JukeBox.htm

No Aussie artists, sorry but you can play one and sing that while you look over the list. Hope you enjoy.

Foxy, "you give me fever" Now that song was something else.

Banjo: << "you give me fever" Now that song was something else >>

Finally, something I can agree with Banjo about completely! While there have been innumerable covers, I still think Peggy Lee's version is one of the sexiest songs ever recorded.

Such a great thread - a pity Boazy doesn't really get it.

Owing to the fact that I just heard it on the radio, today's song is a Dusty Springfield classic from 1968:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJM5K51peVw

"Billy-Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered round and started talkin
Thats when Billy would take me walkin
A-through the back yard we'd go walkin
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows to my surprise

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, mmm, yes he was

Being good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin to me
He'd come and tell me everything is all right
He'd kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, Lord knows he was

How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin kisses from me on the sly
Takin time to make time
Tellin me that he's all mine
Learnin from each other's knowing
Lookin to see how much weve grown

And the only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh, yes he was
He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man
I guessed he was the son of a preacher man
Sweet-lovin son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me"

(John Hurley / Ronnie Wilkins, 1968)

Dear Evo,

This one's specially for you:

"Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns once and
Explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racing in the wind
And the feeling that I'm under

Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

Like a true nature child
We were born
Born to be wild
We have climbed so high
Never want to die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild."

-Steppenwolf.

Excellent, Foxy! Check this out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7tuUG6dLv4

I think I have a tear in my eye. smile

EVO

This is not from the Sixties but it still rings the essence of us all.
(Affirmation) sung by Savage Garden. Have a listen! I think mr Carp would be very proud.

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone

I believe in karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I believe you can't control or choose you sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I believe in karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity

I believe in karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

Why is it that earth people have the main beat in whats going on!
Funny that.

EVO

Today's selection is inspired by Sarah Palin's quite excellent speech yesterday. Imagine potential Vice President Palin in a blonde wig.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwBirf4BWew&NR=1

"Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times
Doin things that you don't understand
But if you love him
You'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him
Oh, be proud of him
Cause after all he's just a man

Stand by your man
Give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to
when nights are cold and lonely

Stand by your man
And show(tell) the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man

Stand by your man
And show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man"

(Tammy Wynette/Billy Sherrill, 1968)

I still cannot believe that noone has suggested that you change your name to DJ Morgan yet!

Lard
You can see it
In the clouds up in the sky

Lard
Floats by in clusters
In our water supply

Lard
It's all of us, man
In our pores and in our hair

Lard's
What we conceal
With these corny clothes we wear

Lard is all
Lard is divine
Lard is control
Lard whips and chains our soul

Lard, We carry credit cards
Lard, We live in fear of art

Lard is the OM
Lard is revolution
Lard is the tapeworm
In the bottle of cheap tequila
That comes alive at night
And sneaks up
And bites your nipple

Nowadays, most of us need someone
To run our personal life
Someone to see that
The plants are watered,
Someone to make sure the place is clean,
Someone to make sure dinner is waiting,
Someone to call for theatre tickets,
Someone to make up those cheap excuses

(cont'd- long song)

(cont'd)

What we need is

Lard, The answer
Lard, The dancer
Lard, The ointment
Lard, The dream
Absorb it
Inflame it
Respect it
Molest it
The country right now just wants to be
Soothed, and told it doesn't have to pay or
Sacrifice or learn
No one is over the hill
When the mountain comes to Mohammed

Lard, We love to eat
Lard, We love to pray
Lard, Mold over mind
Lard, Hooray

Every time I take a crap
It's a cosmic experience

Religion and chemicals
Are the key to the future

Next time we have sex
Just pretend I'm Ed Meese

The weasels have it down, man
It's a whole new age

Lard

Which would you prefer
A computer or a gun

The sharks out lived the dinosaurs, you know

Pity the poor trainer
In the stable when the race horse farts

Poison oak really is
The aphrodisiac of the Gods

When people are asleep
We must all become alarm clocks

Hey, man
Life is my college

It's Dental Floss of the mind
Who will babysit the babysitters

Ever hear about that guy in New York whose dick
Fell off in the bath after he shot it full of coke

It's OK to run out of butter in Zambia
Just smear squashed caterpillars on your toast

Waiter, there's a terrorist in my soup
Which came first- Max Headroom or Gerald Ford

Are you a man or are you a mouse
If you love your fun- Die for it

Die for Lard!

The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!
(continues in background)

Who's gonna baby sit the baby sitters?(4x)

The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!

Avoid Everything
..Everything

The Power of Lard!
The Power of Lard!

<< D.J. Morgan >> Hey - I quite like that. Obviously, 60s music is a bit of a passion of mine... it just proves I'm human, I reckon.

The perfect 60s commentary on "The End" of the Iemma Lizard King:

Jim Morrison: " Ya gotta turn down the lights, man"

Then... what can only be described as a classic of drug-addled 60s rock. Beautiful stuff.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHFK1yKfiGo

"This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...f@#k you

[cont]

[cont]

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end"

(Morrison/Krieger/Manzarek/Densmore, 1966)

Hey Banjo.. ur too soft :) worrying about me being bashed in this thread?

errr Perilous.. given that I started the thread.. I hardly think that I'm the one who has to 'get' it :)

Some of the musical offerings are unusual.. Bugsy..I cant see who did that song you presented "Lard"... where from ?

oh wait.. just found them
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lz91aETY40A&feature=related

How I'd laugh if the crowd passed the lead singer 'away' from the stage rather than back to it :)

Perhaps this would be a good line up.

1/ LARD "The Power of Lard" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ry0TyIJXgoU&feature=related

2/ AC/DC High way to Hell http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TziyOcb96q0&feature=related

3/ Our God is an Awesome God http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4F0SKbRZvWc

4/ You are Holy (Darlene Zcech) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PebI3YUiAvU

5/ A word of Grace. "John Piper is BADDDDD"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-GxkAJ1OBU

and... the same man.. JohnPiper.. giving some timely words of advice to Lard and Bon and the gang.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qr9_vryE98

Legendary Pink Floyd keyboard player Rick Wright passed away from cancer yesterday. This one's for him:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DXCHa9BYfE&feature=related

Wish You Were Here

"So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here. "

(Waters/Gilmour 1975)