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Oh Midnight was the champion He is the only bronc I couldn’t ride But now I hear old Midnights blind And rides little children for a dime It’s silly me for me to feel sad for a fictional horse from a song that’s nearly fifty years old. I’m ridiculous. Full lyrics HERE.
By French artist Arman (1928-2005)Pexiglass and resin with dominos And that, of course reminded me of this: Fun fact: linguists have been hard at work since 1970 trying to decipher what the hell he’s saying, so far without result.
Bang A Gong
And that, of course, reminded me of this: Full lyrics HERE.
Full lyrics HERE.
The song is just okay, but I love the fifteen-second drum solo at the beginning. Full lyrics HERE.
What’s So Funny?
I don’t think getting a laugh is a good enough reason to be unkind. Comedian Tim Hawkins has done a bit for years where he mocks vegans. He perpetuates the stereotype that we’re all weak and dizzy, and makes it clear that we are not at all like the “normal” people in his audience who …
The song takes an interesting turn vocally about 2:39. I don’t know what you would call that. “Falsetto” doesn’t feel right. Wikipedia calls it “Steven Tyler’s trademark scream,” but that’s not a clean fit, either. Tyler seems to have created something uniquely his own. Full lyrics HERE.
“More harm is done under guise of goodness than ever realized by foul deed or evildoer. Nevertheless, I wish I was good.” ~Herbert E. Huncke And that reminded me of this: “You made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else– someone good.” ~Lou Reed Full lyrics HERE.
And We Could Dance
I think if Ian Curtis had lived, Joy Division would have been as big as the Talking Heads. They were fresh and innovative, and doing things first that other bands later caught up with. Full lyrics HERE.
The Great Emptiness
“When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when he had it all– cash, booze, and a wife– he couldn’t be distracted from the great emptiness that was always falling through him and …
The opening chords are instantly recognizeable, but there’s a reason Disney censored the lyrics: Friday night they’ll be dressed to kill Down at Dino’s Bar ‘n’ Grill The drink will flow and the blood will spill And if the boys want to fight, you better let ’em Full lyrics HERE.
Tell you what I’ll do:
“You’re my woman” is one of those phrases that didn’t age well, but in the context of the times it’s actually a pretty sweet little song. Jerry didn’t like to perform this song live because he didn’t think there were many possibilities for improvisation, but the current Dead lineup has put it back in play. …
Some times are good, some times are bad; That’s all a part of life And standing in between them all I met a Mr. Grief, and he said: I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace Was not expecting you Let’s rap and tap at Crackerbox Palace Know that the Lord is well and inside of …
Long before either of them became famous, Farrah Fawcett was making small talk with her friend Jim Weatherly. She casually mentioned that she was going to go visit her parents, adding “I’m leaving on the midnight plane to Houston.” Her friend moved a few words around, and the rest is history. (source) Full lyrics HERE.
The country/rock band “Silver” never released a studio album. This single, a hit for them in 1976, is their only claim to fame. Their keyboardist, Brent Midland, went on to become the longest-tenured keyboardist for the Grateful Dead.
I saw this posted to Reddit: And it reminded me of this:
Monkeys, Guns and Money
“We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness…. We are monkeys with money and guns.” ~Tom Waits (source) And that reminded me of this: Full lyrics HERE.
Always Something Greener
The lyrics are selfish and misogynistic, but I do enjoy a good flute solo: Full lyrics HERE.
“…the extraordinary thing that was happening to me.”
I think this experience, described in two different settings from two different eras, is universal: Excerpted from Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust, 1913: Many years had elapsed during which nothing of Combray, except what lay in the theatre and the drama of my going to bed there, had any existence for me, when one day …
I was surprised at how much I liked this! Full lyrics HERE.