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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Ha! Once upon a time I asked my mom to define “bubblegum pop.” She played this song as an example :smiley: So, how much damage did my parents inflict on me, given I know between 1/2 and 2/3rds of the aforementioned songs? Also, “happy together” by the Turtles isn’t a corny song, take it back!

Anyone my age(I’ll be 25 on the 10th) who claims to be too young to remember songs with corny lyrics is in denial…mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm… The crash test dummies(every single), Presidents of the United States(their whole 1st cd), The Flaming Lips(she don’t use jelly), Nerf Hearder(van halen), Suicide Machines (sometimes I don’t mind) and Geggy Tah(whoever you are) have some of the silliest songs I’ve ever heard and they’re all fairly recent acts.

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And then there are those that seem to result from the writer having run out of words and/or ideas:
(Oh Yeah by Roxy Music:)
There’s a song playing, on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars

The notorious I am, I said by Neil Diamond

Paul McCartney’s

  • Somebody knockin’ at the door
    Somebody ringin’ the bell
    Somebody knockin’ at the door
    Somebody ringin’ the bell
    Do me a favor,
    Open the door, let them in*
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…always preview AGAIN if you corrected something in preview…:mad:

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DANG!

You leave the board for a few paltry weeks and whole epic threads grow up without your needed participation. Though late to the game I bring off-and-on 35+ years DJ experience and having just read through all the posts in one truly stomach-lurching session, I believe I can offer up a few true stinkers. To be fair, I’ll only do one at a time, starting with…

Elusive Butterfly
as sung by Bob Lind (who?)

You might wake up some mornin’
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you’re quick enough to rise
You’ll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone’s fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love.

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fresh meat!

::evil smilie here::

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its the last song
i’ll ever write for yoouu
its the last time that i’ll tell you
just how much i really caare

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::Keith Jackson voice:: YES-INDEEDY-DO!

Someone early on mentioned the excrable “Honey,” but Mr. Goldsboro didn’t stop there, oh no…

WATCHING SCOTTY GROW

There he sits with a pen and a yellow pad,
What a handsome lad, that’s my boy,
BRLFQ spells mom and dad,
But that ain’t too bad, that’s my boy.
You can have your TV and you nightclubs,
And you can have your drive in picture show,
I’ll stay here with my little man near, we’ll listen to the radio,
Biding my time and Watching Scotty grow.

Making a castle out of building blocks,
And a cardboard box, That’s my boy,
Mickey Mouse says it’s thirteen o’clock,
Well that’s quite a shock! That’s my boy.

In four short years I’ve gone from rags to riches,
And what I did before that I don’t know,
So let it rain on my windowpane, I got my own rainbow,
And we’re sitting here shining watching Scotty grow.

Riding on daddy’s shoudlers off to bed,
Old sleepy head, that’s my boy,
Got to have a drink of water and a story read,
A teddy bear named Fred, that’s my boy.

What’s that you say momma come on and keep you feet warm,
Well save me a place I’ll be there in a minute or so,
I’ll think I’ll stay right here and say a little prayer before I go,
Me and God watching Scotty grow.

Me and God watching Scotty grow,

Rates VERY high on the treacle-meter.

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how could i forget?!?

i took my baby to the pizza parlor
to get a bite to eat, now now now
i put a nickel in the jukebox for her
you know she ate her pizza
dancin’ to the beat

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Then of course there’s the world-class

THE NIGHT CHICAGO DIED
Daddy was a cop
On the East Side of Chicago
Back in the USA
Back in the bad old days

In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still

When a man named Al Capone
Tried to make that town his own
And he called his gang to war
Against the forces of the law

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother, what a night it really was
Brother, what a fight it really was
Glory be

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother, what a night the people saw
Brother, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed

And the sound of the battle rang
Through the streets of the old East Side
'Til the last of the hoodlum gang
Had surrendered up or died

There was shouting in the street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
'Bout a hundred cops are dead

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother, what a night it really was
Brother, what a fight it really was
Glory be

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother, what a night the people saw
Brother, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed

Then there was no sound at all
But the clock up on the wall
Then the door burst open wide
And my daddy stepped inside
And he kissed my momma’s face
Then brushed her tears away

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother, what a night it really was
Brother, what a fight it really was
Glory be

I heard my momma cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother, what a night the people saw
Brother, what a fight the people saw
Yes, indeed

The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died
Brother, what a night it really was
Brother, what a fight it really was
Glory be

The night Chicago died
The night Chicago died

And, FWIW, I have to agree with earlier posters that WOLD is class, not crass, as it the WKRP theme song, which I believe actually had a little action on the charts…

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Children! - both “Last Song” AND “The Night Chicago Died” have been DONE!!!

I post a list, chide everyone to NOT duplicate…

what thanks do I get…

when they’re little, they step on your toes, when…

anyway, back to the topic at hand:

We’ve visited “Wildfire”; now,

Wildflower
(by Skylark)

She’s faced the hardest times
you could imagine
and many times her eyes fought back the tears
and when her youthful world
was about to fall in
each time her slender shoulders
bore the weight of all her fears
and a sorrow no one hears
still rings in midnight silence,
in her ears

Let her cry, for she’s a lady
let her dream, for she’s a child
let the rain fall down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower,
growing wild

and if by chance I should hold her
let me hold her for a time
but if allowed just one possession
I would pick her from the garden,
to be mine

Be careful how you touch her,
for she’ll awaken
and sleep’s the only freedom that she knows
and when you walk into her eyes,
you won’t believe
the way she’s always paying
for a debt she never owes
and a silent wind still blows
that only she can hear and so she goes

Let her cry, for she’s a lady
let her dream, for she’s a child

let the rain fall down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower,
growing wild

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RATS and RATS again. I thought I could hold all of them in my (ever-deteriorating) mind and was too lazy to copy down the handy list posted so nicely a page or so back. OK, then, I’m fairly certain this one qualifies

DOES YOUR CHEWING GUM LOSE ITS FLAVOR ON THE BEDPOST OVERNIGHT?

Oh me oh my oh you
Whatever shall I do?
Hallelujah, the question is peculiar
I’d give a lot of dough
If only I could know
The answer to my question
Is it yes or us it no?

Does your chewing gum lose it’s flavor
On the bedpost overnight?
If your mother says don’t chew it,
Do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch it with your tonsils,
Can you heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose it’s flavor
On the bedpost overnight?

Here comes a blushing bride
The groom is by her side
Up in the altar,
Just as steady as Gibraltar
The groom has got the ring and
It’s such a pretty thing
But as he slips it on her finger
The choir begins to sing:

Does your chewing gum lose it’s flavor
On the bedpost overnight?
If your mother says don’t chew it,
Do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch in on your tonsils
Can you heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose it’s flavor
On the bedpost overnight?

Now the nation sings as one
To send their wanted son
Up to the White House,
Yes the nations’s only White House
To voice their discontent
Unto the Pres-I-dent
The bonny burning question
What has swept this continent?

(If tin whistles are made of tin,
What do they make fog horns out of?)
On the bedpost overnight
(Hello there, I love you
And the one who holds you tight)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday night!
On the bedpost overnight
(A dollar is a dollar
and a dime is a dime
He’d sing another chorus but he
Hasn’t got the time)
On the bedpost overnight, yeah!

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RATS and RATS again. I thought I could hold all of them in my (ever-deteriorating) mind and was too lazy to copy down the handy list posted so nicely a page or so back. OK, then, I’m fairly certain this one qualifies

DOES YOUR CHEWING GUM LOSE ITS FLAVOR ON THE BEDPOST OVERNIGHT?

Oh me oh my oh you
Whatever shall I do?
Hallelujah, the question is peculiar
I’d give a lot of dough
If only I could know
The answer to my question
Is it yes or us it no?

Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight?
If your mother says don’t chew it,
Do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch it with your tonsils,
Can you heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight?

Here comes a blushing bride
The groom is by her side
Up in the altar,
Just as steady as Gibraltar
The groom has got the ring and
It’s such a pretty thing
But as he slips it on her finger
The choir begins to sing:

Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight?
If your mother says don’t chew it,
Do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch in on your tonsils
Can you heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose it’s flavor
On the bedpost overnight?

Now the nation sings as one
To send their wanted son
Up to the White House,
Yes the nations’s only White House
To voice their discontent
Unto the Pres-I-dent
The bonny burning question
What has swept this continent?

(If tin whistles are made of tin,
What do they make fog horns out of?)
On the bedpost overnight
(Hello there, I love you
And the one who holds you tight)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday night!
On the bedpost overnight
(A dollar is a dollar
and a dime is a dime
He’d sing another chorus but he
Hasn’t got the time)
On the bedpost overnight, yeah!

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RATS and RATS again. I thought I could hold all of them in my (ever-deteriorating) mind and was too lazy to copy down the handy list posted so nicely a page or so back. OK, then, I’m fairly certain this one qualifies

DOES YOUR CHEWING GUM LOSE ITS FLAVOR ON THE BEDPOST OVERNIGHT?

Oh me oh my oh you
Whatever shall I do?
Hallelujah, the question is peculiar
I’d give a lot of dough
If only I could know
The answer to my question
Is it yes or us it no?

Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight?
If your mother says don’t chew it,
Do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch it with your tonsils,
Can you heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight?

Here comes a blushing bride
The groom is by her side
Up in the altar,
Just as steady as Gibraltar
The groom has got the ring and
It’s such a pretty thing
But as he slips it on her finger
The choir begins to sing:

Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight?
If your mother says don’t chew it,
Do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch in on your tonsils
Can you heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor
On the bedpost overnight?

Now the nation sings as one
To send their wanted son
Up to the White House,
Yes the nations’s only White House
To voice their discontent
Unto the Pres-I-dent
The bonny burning question
What has swept this continent?

(If tin whistles are made of tin,
What do they make fog horns out of?)
On the bedpost overnight
(Hello there, I love you
And the one who holds you tight)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, Saturday night!
On the bedpost overnight
(A dollar is a dollar
and a dime is a dime
He’d sing another chorus but he
Hasn’t got the time)
On the bedpost overnight, yeah!

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sigh*

Forgive the stupid riplepost. My post got hung up so I tried to repost, and when the cursor kept cycling…
If any mod is lurking, please be kind and clean up the above

your humble Hometownboy

175

Behold Lord!

The most holy Triple-Post!!! :smiley:

In honor of the fact that “yada-yada Chewing Gum yada” goes back, IIRC to 1923, a song created ala 1930:

Winchester Cathedral

Winchester Cathedral
You’re bringing me down
You stood and you watched as
My baby left town

You could have done something
But you didn’t try
You didn’t do nothing
You let her walk by

Now everyone knows
Just how much I needed that gal
She wouldn’t have gone far away
If only you’d started ringing your bell

Winchester Cathedral
You’re bringing me down
You stood and you watched as
My baby left town

p.s. - in case you overlooked the earlier notice:

I am ALWAYS the last one standing!!!

::Odin smilie here::

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I considered “Chewing Gum”, but thought it beneath the standards of this thread :stuck_out_tongue:

Take That!!!

177

Nicely played, that. (And what have the New Vaudeville Band done lately?)

How about

SKYYYYYYYYY PILOT

He blesses the boys as they stand in life
The smell of gun grease and their bayonets they shine
He’s here to help them all that he can
To make them feel wanted he’s a good holy man.
Sky pilot, sky pilot, how high can you fly
You’ll never never never reach the sky.
He smiles at the young soldiers
Tells them it’s all right
He knows of their fears in the forthcoming fight
Soon there’ll be blood and many will die
Mother and fathers back home they will cry.
Sky pilot, sky pilot, how high can you fly
You’ll never never never reach the sky.
He humbles a prayer and it ends with a smile
The order is given they move down the line
But hell stay behind and he’ll meditate
But it won’t stop to bleeding or is the hate.
As the young men move out into the battle zone
He feels good with god you’re never alone
He feels so tired and he lays on his bed
Hopes the men will find courage
In the words that he’s said.
Sky pilot, sky pilot, how high can you fly
You’ll never never never reach the sky.
You’re soldiers of god you must understand
The fate of your country is in your young hands
May god give you strength do your job really well
If it all was worth in only time it will tell.
In the morning they returned with tears in their eyes
The stench of death drifts up to the skies
A young soldier so it looks at the sky bright
Remember the words thou shalt not kill.
A bit relentlessly anti-war, but then so much those days was

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OK, turning in now.

To be continued.

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Sky Pilot? Well, everybody got’s to start Somewhere…

also re. 'Nam:

(since we don’t need more copycats, will not mention source):

Three-Five-zero-Zero
Ripped open by metal explosion.
Caught in barbed wire, fireball, bullet shock.
Bayonet, electricity.
Shrapnelled throbbing meat.
Electronic data processing.
Black uniforms, bare feet, carbine.
Mail order rifles, shoot the muscles.

Two hundred and fifty-six Viet Cong captured.
Two hundred and fifty-six Viet Cong captured.

[Section from “Prisoners…” to “home” is sung three times. First time: whispered. Second time: sung. Third time: SUNG!!!]

Prisoners in Niggertown, it’s a dirty little war,
Three-five-zero-zero.
Take weapons up and begin to kill.
Watch the long, long armies drifting home.

Ripped open by metal explosion.
Caught in barbed wire, fireball, bullet shock.
Bayonet, electricity.
Shrapnelled throbbing meat.
Electronic data…

Tommorow…

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Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don’t want to die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can’t do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows…