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Post by robeiae on Oct 22, 2018 9:40:29 GMT -5
I was listening to the 70's channel on my car XM radio yesterday, because on Sunday's they replay Casey Kasum's countdown shows from the 70's. Number 38 from 1974 was...Second Avenue by Art Garfunkel. Feast on the glorious-ness of it's lyrics and know why Art had to divorce himself from Paul to realize his creative genius: Since we can no longer make it, girl,
I found a new place to live my life.
It's really no place at all,
Just a hole in the wall, you see.
It's cold and dusty but I let it be,
Livin' here without you,
On Second Avenue.
And since our stars took different paths,
I guess I won't be shavin' in your looking glass.
Guess my old friendly grin,
Must have started to dim, somehow,
And I certainly don't need it now,
Still, I keep smiling through,
On Second Avenue.
I can still see you standing
There on the third-floor landing.
The day you visited we hardly said a word.
Outside it was rainin',
You said you couldn't be stayin,
And you went back to your flowers and your birds.
Since we can no longer see the light
The way we did when we kissed that night,
Then all the things that we felt,
Must eventually melt and fade,
Like the frost on my window pane
Where I wrote, "I Am You, "
On Second Avenue.And yeah, I know Art didn't write it, but he's the one who took it to the charts...which I guess forces us to ask the question, what the hell were people thinking in 1974? "Since we can no longer see the light, the way we did when we kissed that night"? WTF?  It's like FSOG bad... |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2018 10:04:31 GMT -5
The worst song lyrics of all time award in my book goes to the Steve Miller band for "Abracadabra":
I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinning
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burning for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face
I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
Their romance has way too many textiles in it, for one thing, between the silk and satin, the leather and lace, the black panties, and the velvet gloves. And what's up with feeling magic when he touches her dress?
But even if I could forgive the undue obsession with fabric, I can never forgive the repeated refrain of "Abra abracadabra, I wanna reach out and grab ya"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2018 10:18:13 GMT -5
Makes me want to write another verse or two...
Cotton, linen, nylon, and wool
polyester and a flounce of tulle
mohair jacket, angora shrug
spandex capris a bit too snug
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2018 10:31:49 GMT -5
Arcrylic, muslin, tartan, batik
gingham aprons really make me weak
alpaca, canvas, high-end couture
assless knickers made of fuschia velour
*shoots self*
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Post by robeiae on Oct 22, 2018 10:37:38 GMT -5
Steve Miller lyrics are atrocious across the board, being mostly just cliches and hackneyed phrases. Look at Jungle Love, or Rock'n Me. But the songs are saved by the melodies. Abracadabra has shit in that arena.  |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2018 10:55:13 GMT -5
I wish I were one of those people who could tune out lyrics and just listen to the melody. Unfortunately, I'm one of those people who strains to hear the lyrics, and then just can't get past the stupid.
Say you don't know me
Or recognize my face
Say you don't care who goes
To that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla
Sinking in your fight
Too many runaways
Eating up the night
Marconi plays the mamba
Listen to the radio, don't you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
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Post by robeiae on Oct 22, 2018 11:54:46 GMT -5
The thing is, Second Avenue is supposed to be a deep, poignant song; it's all about the lyrics. To me, that makes if far worse than the lyrics of a typical pop song.
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Post by Christine on Oct 22, 2018 18:36:36 GMT -5
I've never heard of rob's super lame song references. He must be super old.
That said! I have a contribution from this era since my own dear old dad played a lot of Neil Diamond when I was a wee child.
To wit:
Where it began, I can't begin to knowing
But then I know it's growing strong
Was in the spring
Then spring became the summer
Who'd have believed you'd come along
Hands, touching hands
Reaching out, touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline
BAMP BAMP BAH
Good times never seemed so good
I'd be inclined
To believe they never would
But now I
Look at the night and it don't seem so lonely
We filled it up with only two
And when I hurt
Hurting runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when I'm holding you
One, touching one
Reaching out, touching me, touching you
Sweet Caroline
BAMP BAMP BAH
Good times never seemed so good
I'd be inclined
To believe they never would
Oh no, no
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Sweet Caroline
I believe they never could
Sweet Caroline
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Post by robeiae on Oct 22, 2018 18:51:16 GMT -5
That song is awesome times ten.
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Post by Christine on Oct 22, 2018 18:56:27 GMT -5
I suppose it's safe to assume you feel the same about Cracklin' Rosie
SMDH
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Post by robeiae on Oct 22, 2018 20:15:23 GMT -5
Nah, that's not his best stuff. Shilo, Solitary Man, and Holly Holy however...
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Post by gaild on Oct 23, 2018 3:11:10 GMT -5
Woot!!! Neil Diamond! (Where's the hand-clapping emoji?)
Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seeking my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
All together now, ..........
Put any CCR song on and I just can't keep my feet still. Love their music!
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It's like FSOG bad...
