Are you talking about “Kyrie Eleison on the road that I must travel”?
That’d be Kyrie by Mister Mister.
Sorry for the double post of information, but that’s how long the page hung up before the message posted. When I started composing, that post was last on the list. Somebody feed the hamsters!
Donovan did not do this song. You’re thinking of Oliver.
Hmm… pick one of these:
Led Zeppelin - Stairway To Heaven
Eagles - Hotel California
Beatles - Hey Jude
Eric Clapton - Tears In Heaven
Young Girl - I believe by Gary Puckett & the Union Gap. “Come back, when you grow up girl…” bleccch!
Has anyone mentioned the horror that is the Hamster Dance?
“Turn on Your Heartlight” is supervenusfreak’s bete noir. All I have to do is sing the lyrics “Turn on your…” and he flinches.
I used to own the Mr. Mister album that Kyrie was on (Broken Wings?) and listened it to death when I was 14 or so. Just a fun fact…Kyrie is probably the only pop song that ever took its lyrics from a Mass part…
But I have Those Were the Days (both the Mary Hopkins and the Dolly Parton versions) and Maria Muldaur’s Midnight at the Oasis on my listen-to-at-work CD…
I knew a guy who swore to me that he believed Mr. Mister would become the Beatles of the 80’s.
Er… what?
Only one of those belongs to Gary Puckett…
Young girl, get out of my mind.
My love for you is way out of line.
Better run, girl.
You’re much too young, girl…
The other lyric is from Bobby Vee, Come Back When You Grow Up, Girl.
HOWEVER…Gary Puckett does have another creepy young girl song, This Girl Is A Woman Now…
This girl walked in dreams
Playing in a world of her own
This girl was a child
Existing in a playground of stone
Then one night her world was changed
Her life and dreams were rearanged
And she would never be the same again
This girl is a woman now
… (cut because I can’t post all the lyrics)
This girl tasted love
As tender as the gentle dawn
She cried a single tear
A teardrop that was sweet and warm
Our hearts told us we were right
And on that sweet and velvet night
A child had died
A woman had been born
Rio - Duran Duran
But seriously.
Shuddup Your Face - Joe Dolce. Astonishingly made number 1 in the UK. Even more astonishingly kept Ultravox’s Vienna from making number 1.
Sailing - Rod Stewart. We are sailing, We are saaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiilinggggggggggg.
Mull of Kyntyre - Paul McCartney. Need I say more?
Killing Me Softly - The Fugees (not the original version, which I liked). Booom chicka anyone?
Save All Your Kisses For Me - Bortherhood Of Man. The Eurovision Song Contest has foisted some rubbish on us, but this has outsold everything. Even Abba’s Waterloo (if you exclude album sales).
The Girl is mine.
What a piece of crap.
Also Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love to Town and Behind Closed Doors.
That steaming pile makes me wish all the more than Lennon was alive. He would have reamed Paul out on that one.
Your second sentence agrees with what I’ve heard.
However, according to James biographer Steve Calt:
I cannot let this thead go by without including:
Cherish by the Association
What that? You don’t know it? Let me help you.
"Cherish is the word I use to describe…
aahhhh ah ahh aaaahh ah ahhh…
All the feeling that I have hiding here for you inside"
Remember it now? yes, some of you are lucky enough not to be able to…some are wondering how I could be so sadistic as to dredge up memories so carefuly repressed in the name of sanity. Yeah, well, welcome to my world. I had forgotten about this song (and a number of similar songs the '60s are less than famous for) till I took a job where it was played at me about one a day. It probably will be again tomorrow!!!
So if I have to suffer you do too
“Perish is the word that more than applies
To the hope in my heart each time I realize
That I am not gonna be the one to share your dreams
That I am not gonna be the one to share your schemes
That I am not gonna be the one to share what
Seems to be the life that you could
Cherish as much as I do yours”
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
I see your Cherish and raise you Bread’s “Baby, I’m-a Want You.”
Wait, are you saying your “Rio” nomination wasn’t for real? Because it is a truly awful song.
I’m somehow been spared this R. Kelly closet thing…I assume it sounds better performed than read, right? Because these lyrics are hysterical.
F. U. Shakespeare is right; Skip James died in October 1969, by which time Cream had been and gone, leaving both studio and live versions of “I’m So Glad” in their wake. (Not to mention Deep Purple’s 1968 knock-off, where “tired of moanin’” gets mondegreened into “telephonin’.”)
I have you ALL beat. If any of you have ever heard of the book Songs in the Key of Z, a wonderful book about bizarre music, it comes with a 2 CD set. I borrowed this set from one of my friends out of idle curiosity. On the second CD, I heard something that literally made me run from the room with pain in my ears.
I give you Cousin Mosquito #2 by Congress-Woman Malinda Jackson Parker.
You can hear a snip of it on Amazon, or you can take my advice and poke your eardrums with knitting needles instead. Most of the song consists of a woman repeating “buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz” for thirty second stretches. The rest describes the deadly nature of the mosquito in a semi-spoken work format.