Post by rayge on Nov 13, 2021 19:13:53 GMT
The last time I did this, nine were left unanswered, and I've recycled some of those. Fifty songs, nothing to relate them except that I like and own them. Most are singles. Those that aren't are asterisked. Handily grouped roughly by date, but otherwise in no appreciable order. Lyrics as accurate as I can make them.
Those answered are in red
A - AnteBeatolian
1 I call it a woodie /it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goodie (thanks to freap for the correction)
2 I know a spot right over the hill / There's soda pop and the dancing's free
3 I dream she's there / I smell the rose in her hair4 forgot all about the library / Like she told her old man
5 * because there was no driver on the top
6 Honey, get your boppin' shoes / b’fore the jukebox blows a fuse
7 One magic moment, and my heart seemed to know / That love said "Hello !" / Though not a word was spoken
8 I found a thrill to press my cheek to
9 pretty girls come a dime a dozen
10 no dirty looks./ Your father's hip, he knows what cooks
11 Someday I know he’s coming to call me / He’s going to handle me and hold me
12 when the moon is on the run / and all the stars are gleaming
13 He can't blow a note if the bass and guitar isn't with him
14 Are we not the supermen, Aryan pure supermen? / Ja we are the supermen (super-duper supermen)
15 a rapture in blue / With the world far away, and your lips close to mine
B - Peak years 1964-82
1 Work and slave, slave and work, / Work and slave for what?
2 I placed my hand right over where my heart once used to be
3 She's busy in the pantry, far away from Elmer Gantry / Who is busy baking souls that he may save
4 I can't stand this laughter / I can't stand this fun
5 The next day, when they found them, / Mary and Jimmy were dead
6 Do the bop, sugar, flop til you blow your top/ Now you stomp, flip flop and you shake your mop
7 * lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laughter,
8 That tenor horn is turning me on
9 The PTA and all of the mothers / Say he ought to look like the others
10 * Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
11 This is a fine mess I got myself in / And let me tell you, baby, you ain't helpin'
12 I like stealing / fuck magazines and tearing them apart
13 *In loyalty to their kind / They cannot tolerate our minds
14 *magnolias hopeful in her auburn hair
15 Outside fat women struggle up the hill / Bright red cardigans over printed dresses / Handbags ruthlessly under the arm
16 *We're communicators with a cybernetic style, / We're too young to die with our phasers set on 'Smile'
17 And if things don't change I bet you'll scream / And then they'll just get worse
18 the only thing to come on through / Is a Jimmy-John now and then
19 Take your government issue/And stick it up your flue
20 *Whatever happened to the radio, / And where did all the fun songs go?
C The long goodbye
1 From Scapa flow to Rotherhithe, I felt the lapping of an ebbing tide
2 unlike the unlucky omens the clairvoyant reads in the meaningless firmament
3 There's been a hundred and that's not boasting / Just the ways of this world.
4 I spent so much time dreaming about Eleanor Bron / In my room with the curtains drawn
5 redacted
6 I had a flash that I was gay and I got paranoid / I was sitting on the floor listening to Pink Floyd
7 *you are Lou Reed / Transformer cracked by the backyard stream / Killer tunes, bubblegum disaster
8 *He turned water into wine / And if he wanted to / he could have turned wheat into marijuana / or sugar into cocaine
9 I said thirty-nine times that I love you / To the beauty I had found
10 *You're a no one, nowhere washed up baby / Who'd look better dead
11 they played that song at the death disco / It started fast but it ends so slow
12 I get this feeling I'm in motion / A sudden sense of liberty
13 *like young irishmen in english bars / the song of home betrays us / what does that mean?
14 Hair quite long and lavender-dyed / Split nostrils are green open wide / Velvet breasts with crimson legs astride
15 Words mean so little and money less / When you're lying next to me