Posted on 02/22/2005 10:41:23 AM PST by beyond the sea
Hello again hello
Just called to say: hello. I couldn't sleep at all tonight And I know it's late But I couldn't wait. Hello my friend hello
Just called to let you know
I think about you ev'ry night When I'm here alone And you're there at home. Hello. May be it's been crazy
And may be I'm to blame
But I put my heart above my head. We've been through it all
And you loved me just the same
And when you're not there I just need to hear. Hello my friend hello
LOL. Thank God there is no hockey season.
Another one of my favorites:
L.A.'s fine, the sun shines most the time
And the feeling is 'lay back'
Palm trees grow, and rents are low
But you know I keep thinkin' about
Making my way back
Well I'm New York City born and raised
But nowadays, I'm lost between two shores
L.A.'s fine, but it ain't home
New York's home, but it ain't mine no more
"I am," I said
To no one there
An no one heard at all
Not even the chair
"I am," I cried
"I am," said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still
Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of bein' a king
And then became one
Well except for the names and a few other changes
I you talk about me, the story's the same one
But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I've tried, but it won't let me go
And I'm not a man who likes to swear
But I never cared for the sound of being alone
"I am," I said
To no one there
An no one heard at all
Not even the chair
"I am," I cried
"I am," said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still
I Am I Said....
I like that one too.
I use it as a nickname for one of the Nascar drivers named Said.....see my tagling.
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my penis was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable. [background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over] This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it. So I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes But not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast. Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis. [background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for a while, then out]
Fantastic.......... the guy knows how to sing a song.
I LOVE They Might Be Giants!
I'm going to go find my CD...
(Flood)
The poster has a point, they don't make romantic songs like they used to... I remember crooning this one to my date on the way back from the demolition derby....
Frank Zappa - Dirty Love Lyrics
Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams
Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams
I don't need your sweet devotion
An' I don't want your cheap emotion
Whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love
Your dirty love
Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy's bottom drawer
Give me
Your dirty love
I don't believe you never seen
His book before
I don't need no consolation
I don't want your reservation
I only got one destination
An' that's your dirty love
Your dirty love
Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do
(Oh, Frenchie . . . )
Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew
I'll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I'll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
Some dirty love
That dirty love
That dirty love
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Not a speck of cereal!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Nothing but the best for my dog!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Come on!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little paws sticking up!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Little curly hairs!)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little curly hairs!)
Somehow, before I reached the name of the poster, I knew it was you...(grin)
The reason I posted this "silly" vanity is because when I was driving home today I heard this man again singing this song.
I started to think of his "You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore", and I had to pull off the road nearly. I know that Babs (Streisand) was on that tune with him, but to me, it was one of the greatest songs ever.
Thank the Lord for people who sing a song well.
The last Picasso,
the last Picasso
was just acquired by some old museum,
and Don Quixote,
Well Don Quixote
the old man's rhyme has lost its reason;
which only reminds me
have I remembered to say that without you
this life of plenty,
would seem so empty,
the last Picasso.
Oh me and you--
me oh me oh me oh me and you--
We, we can sigh--
me oh me oh me oh me oh
we can sigh.
The last Picasso,
the last Picasso may gather dust amid the ruins,
and Don Quixote,
Well Don Quixote may no longer make his wishful tunes;
but I still have you
and I will have you
when ev'rything else is gone and done with.
We'll be like one with
the last Picasso.
Oh me and you--
me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you--
We, we can sigh--
me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh.
Oh, me and you--
me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you--
We, we can sigh--
me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh.
Oh, me and you--
we we can sigh me oh me oh me oh we can sign.
Oh, me and you.
I want a nasty little jewish princess With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses A horny little jewish princess With a garlic aroma that could level tacoma Lonely inside Well, she can swallow my pride I want a hairy little jewish princess With a brand new nose, who knows where it goes I want a steamy little jewish princess With over-worked gums, who squeaks when she cums I don’t want no troll I just want a yemenite hole I want a darling little jewish princess Who don’t shit about cooking and is arrogant looking A vicious little jewish princess To specifically happen with a pee-pee that’s snappin’ All up inside I just want a princess to ride Awright, back to the top...everybody twist I want a funky little jewish princess A grinder; a bumper, with a pre-moistened dumper A brazen little jewish princess With titanic tits, and sand-blasted zits She can even be poor So long as she does it with four on the floor (vapor-lock) I want a dainty little jewish princess With a couple of sisters who can raise a few blisters A fragile little jewish princess With roumanian thighs, who weasels ’n’ lies For two or three nights Won’t someone send me a princess who bites Won’t someone send me a princess who bites Won’t someone send me a princess who bites
One of my face songs. A lovely young musician I date in LA explained to me an interpretation of the song that I never considered before: it's about a couple seperated by death, and the 'sea' and related imagery is the river Styx, etc.
She is an imaginative little vixen, I tell you!
It makes sense.
Bobby Darren was great... and now that Sandra Dee has also passed I wonder if they met beyond the sea?
I better rethink my whole "Queen of the Dorks" mindset!
Mm. Something to thank God for on a rough Monday/Tuesday.
Perhaps I should start a Chicago thread. "Chicago Songs that SHOULD have been hits but WEREN'T."
Dan
< Who loves Neil Diamond singing this song?
So beautiful. >
And no, nothing Neil Diamond has ever done could be called "beautiful" -- unless there is some language in which "beautiful" means "suffocatingly pretentious."
Dan
I'll never be as smooth as you Laz, but I can dream.....
You say we know the reasons why
Some are born some men die
beneath one infinite sky
There'll be war, there'll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron turns to rust
All the proud men turn to dust
So all things time will mend...
and so this song will end.
Yea - the song has always been a fave of mine, and her interpretation makes it much more powerful and poiniant for me. I have never listened to it the same again.
As far as Bobby Darin is concerned, how about his rendition of another one of my fave tunes, 'More.' Is anyone else disturbed by the fact that it is incongrously the theme song for the 1962 'classic' Mondo Cane?
In any event, 'Beyond the Sea' is playing at the $1 theater and I will probably go see it now! Haha!
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