Oh. My. God. Becky, look at her butt.
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain
Moving on the floor now babe you’re a bird of paradise
Although for the life of me, I can’t recall what song this is from…
Let me Google that for you . . .
It’s Rio by Duran Duran.
Listen.
I’m a little lizard trapped in a maaaaaan’s skin - Rapeman, “Radar Love Lizard”
“It’s getting near dawn, and lights close their tired eyes.”
/nitpick/JH, the first time around, very quietly says “…in your hand” at the end of that line, and then the second time he sings that line, “…in your hand” is much louder./nitpick/
Steve Goodman. Coe covered it.
That is a kick-ass song!
Thanks for getting it stuck in my head for the next few hours (I mean it)!
Some people get by with a little bit of understanding. Some people get by with a whole lot more.
Wipeout!
Actually; Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, wipe out!
There’s a Live song that begins with this: “Light up a cigarette, she said, and calm the fuck down.” A lot of times when I’m feeling frustrated or something, the line pops into my head, and the way it’s played just sounds like it’s simultaneously legitimizing your feelings and calming you down. Truthfully, it’s probably more accurate to call it my “favorite” opening line rather than the “BEST” opening line, but I think favorite is close enough to count.
“Well, we busted out of class, had to get away from those fools.
We learned more from a three minute record, baby, than we ever learned in school.”
Wow. This is the first time that I can recall that anyone’s mentioned this band that isn’t from Northern Virginia (and perhaps you are). The drummer in that band, Tamer, is an old and dear friend. That really brings back the memories…TT Reynolds, etc.
“Well the sea is kinda frightenin’ out there, this younger generation swings, you know it’s more than just some new sensation…”
“I dreamed about killing you again last night, and it felt alright to me”
-Wilco, “Via Chicago”
“I’m a dead man walking here.
That’s the least of all my fears.
Oh, underneath the water.”
“At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
Dead lay in pools of maroon below.”
I’ll put up The Year of the Cat by Al Stewart.
“On a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turned back time,
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime” …
Though it’s the very next line that always captivates me: “She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running, like a watercolor in the rain…”
I prefer to paraphrase it as: “(Idiotic Giggle) Wipeout.”
Well, that’s weird. I could have sworn I posted this exact thing yesterday! I must have forgotten to hit the submit button. I didn’t put in the bit about the next line but I thought about it. NINJA’d!
Upon further review, I see LLCooL beat us both to it.
I stand right next to a mountain
And chop it down with the edge of my hand
(Bwah da badda dwah, dee dee di di di, bwah da badda dwah…)
Steve Goodman and John Prine co-wrote it. They performed it together as well.
I have this feeling that my luck is none too good
This sword here at my side don’t act the way it should
Keeps calling me its master, but I feel like its slave
Hauling me faster and faster to an early, early grave
And it howls, it howls like hell
- Blue Oyster Cult
In the magic garden
Some were singing
Some were dancing
While the midnight moon
Shone brightly overhead
- Uriah Jeep
(had to do the full verses here)
It was twenty years ago today
(not the cleverest lyric ever written but can still cause the ole goosebumps.)