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Huh, this was weird. Those links popped up in a seperate FoxyTunes player minimized to the side of my screen when I was reading this thread. Never seen that before. How did you do it? Way cool.
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That’s me, real cool, and thanks for noticing.
But I cannot tell a lie. I didn’t do anything. Your FoxyTunes player probably reads HTML and extracts anything that looks like a song, like an MP3 link. I can pretty much guarantee those links aren’t in a standard database.
[QUOTE=Scissorjack]
You do know that “sheeny” is a disparaging term for a Jew?
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Nope, didn’t know that. I thought it was Irish or something. I don’t think my Mom knows either, it was just an expression as far as we were concerned. It was just the guy who came around to pick up your old washing machine, couch, or lawn mower curbside, regardless of their race. I don’t think any of them were Jewish for that matter- usually caucasian, black, or latino.
"It just so happens I’m free tonight
Would you like to have dinner with me.
So take a letter Maria
Address it to my wife
Say I won’t be coming home
Gotta start a new life"
A secretary, these days, would be likely to tell you to email her yourself, explain the psychological reasons why a rebound relationship wouldn’t be a good idea and then slap you with a sexual harassment suit, muttering “I never really noticed how sweet you are to me? Asshole!” as she left.
In “Radio Radio”, Elvis Costello mentions “seven inches on the reel-to-reel”.
Eight tracks got mentioned on several songs during its heyday, from “The Load-Out” by Jackson Browne (“we’ve got 8-tracks and cassettes in stereo”) to Conway Twitty’s “Red Neckin’ Love Makin’ Night” (“some boogie-woogie on the old 8-track”).
Since then I’ve been running around trying to find you
I went to the places that we always go
I rang your HOUSE but got no answer
Jumped in my car, I went round there
Dude, try her on her cell.
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Telephones at the house are certainly not obsolete, and neither are people who don’t own cells…
[QUOTE=Drum God]
Sheryl Crow’s Soak Up the Sun sings about sitting back with “my 45’s on”. How many kids think she’s talking about some sort of gun, not single records?
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Actually, I always thought it was about sitting out in the sun wearing sunblock SPF 45. (I hear it as “my 45 on”.)
[QUOTE=NDP]
I believe the “egg men” were like milkmen except, of course, they delivered eggs door-to-door rather than dairy products. I’m also guessing this was something that was mostly limited to the UK.
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We had ann egg (and chicken) man in suburban Cleveland in the '50s. He came around with a truck full of live chickens. If my mother wanted a chicken, he would kill it and pluck it, and we’d do the rest. We used to play with the heads like puppets.
[QUOTE=rowrrbazzle]
“It’s A Long Way To Amphioxus” is obsolete because biologists renamed the creature “lancelet” and the song “references now-disputed notions about the place of cephalochordates in the chordate evolutionary timeline”.
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Man, I hate it when phylogeny dicombobulates discography.
[QUOTE=maggenpye]
"It just so happens I’m free tonight
Would you like to have dinner with me.
So take a letter Maria
Address it to my wife
Say I won’t be coming home
Gotta start a new life"
A secretary, these days, would be likely to tell you to email her yourself, explain the psychological reasons why a rebound relationship wouldn’t be a good idea and then slap you with a sexual harassment suit, muttering “I never really noticed how sweet you are to me? Asshole!” as she left.
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Thank you.
[QUOTE=Walloon]
If Maria really was acting sweet to her boss, she may well be glad that he’s finally noticed.
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Earlier in the song, Maria’s boss explains how he’s just found his wife in bed with another man. Until that point, he’d never noticed how sweet Maria was.
Maria’s only good for revenge sex. Maria should be pissed.