It’s time to 'fess up and admit that there are a number of songs (a few? several? ;)) people have named above that I really like:
“Roxanne” by the Police
“C’mon Eileen” by Dexy’s Midnight Runners
“Pink Houses” by John Mellencamp (little ditty ‘bout Jack and Diane)
“If It Makes You Happy” by Sheryl Crow, and especially
“My Sharona” by The Knack, which can get me up and dancin’ when I’m in a near-death state after a rotten day.
But a special confession: I must be The Last Person In America Who Still Likes the “Macarena”. I know I deserve to be put to death for this, and I grovel for mercy. But I can’t help it, I still like it.
“Living in this complex world of the future is not unlike having bees live inside your head.” - F. Scott Firesign
The ones I really don’t like are the ultra-sappy ones, like “Honey”, “MacArthur Park” (officially the worst song of all time, as the Dave Barry aficionados know), virtually anything by Barry Manilow or the Bee Gees (and my wife likes both of them - I’m convinced that God has a twisted sense of humor), “Seasons in the Sun”, “Close to You”, and stuff like that.
Along those lines:
“Torn between two lovers,
feeling like a fool,
loving both of you
is breaking all the rules…”
Noooooo!! [picture Grace in a Captain Kirk yelling Khan type pose]
That’s just cruel and unusual punishment Shayna. Prison inmates aren’t even subjected to that kind of treatment.
I’ve seen all good people
turn their heads each day
so satisfied I’m on my way.
(Repeat twelve times)
“If I pinch my nose with my fingers, close my mouth tight,
and blow real hard, I can make my ears bleed. It’s
not as cool as Superman’s X-ray vision, but it’s my own
special talent.”
“I’m too sexy for my shirt
too sexy for my shirt
so sexy it hurts…”
and this one NEVER leaves once it takes up residence…
“Jesus Christ, Superstar, who in the hell do you think you are?”
And finally, for those who like Afternoon Delight, Cclose to You, Having my Baby, and others, I recommend you listen to Circle Jerks Golden Shower of Hits. Pretty damn funny
"Do you think I’m disco?
Am I superficial?
Lookin’ hip’s my only goal.
Do you think I’m disco?
Maybe it’s not too late
To get into rock ‘n’ roll."
Then he melts all of his gold chains into a Led Zeppelin belt buckle, and trades in his 280Z for a '69 Dart.
Yes, I also like My Sharona. And Don’t Bring Me Down. Maybe I wasn’t sufficiently burned out on them. Fortunately, I’ve not heard most of the rest of these torture devices.
Cringe at this:
"I was a fool to wander and stray,
But straight is the gate and narrow’s the way.
Now I’ve traded my wrong for my right,
Praise the Lord! I saw the light!
I saw the light! I saw the light!
No more darkness, no more night.
I’m so happy, no sorrow in sight.
Praise the Lord! I saw the light!"
