<p>The Greatest Song Lyrics Ever thread is gaining on us…</p>
<p>Category 4 (unless someone can tell me what the heck he means, because I have no whimsy)</p>
<p>Gordon Lightfoot: If You Could Read My Mind</p>
<p>If you could read my mind, Love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
‘Bout a ghost from a wishin’ well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong,
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see.</p>
<p>Adding to category 9) disgusting songs (but a cool beat)</p>
<p>by The Beatles</p>
<p>Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don’t we do it in the road?</p>
<p>Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don’t we do it in the road?</p>
<p>One favorite family story concerns our youngest child who was about four at the time. We were on a family vacation and after about a week of making each other crazy driving for hours a day, my husband put in a tape of his band doing Love Shack. We were all singing loudly when one of us realized that instead of saying, “Bring your juke box money”, young son was singing out, “bring your juice box money”. Made perfect sense, he had no idea what a juke box was but had had lots of juice boxes.</p>
<p>“Back in the U.S.A.,
Back in the BAD old days…
In the heat of a summer ni-i-i-i-i-ight (slide, slide)
In the land of the dollar bi-ill”</p>
<p>A true classic.</p>
<p>“sound of the battle ra-a-a-a-ang (slide, slide)
Through the streets of the old East Si-ide
'Til the last of the hoodlum ga-a-a-a-a-ang (slide, slide)
Had surrendered up or died!”</p>
<p>Some people just don’t appreciate great music. :D</p>
<p>“Alone Again Naturally” by Gilbert O’Sullivan. Depressing doesn’t even begin to describe it. </p>
<p>In a little while from now,
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when your shattered
Left standing in the lurch, at a church
Where people are saying,
“My God that’s tough, she stood him up!
No point in us remaining.
May as well go home.”
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally</p>
<p>To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay,
Looking forward to, but who wouldn’t do,
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt,
All about God and His mercy
For if He really does exist
Why did He desert me
In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally</p>
<p>It seems to me that
There are more hearts
Broken in the world
That can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?</p>
<p>(instrumental break)</p>
<p>Now looking back over the years,
And what ever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to have cried the tears
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand, why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart
So badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally</p>
<p>Ah, Gilbert O’Sullivan, the one who wrote the creepy song about having a thing for the little girl he was babysitting…</p>
<p>Clair, the moment I met you I swear
I felt as if something somewhere
Had happened to me
Which I couldn’t see</p>
<p>And then
The moment I met you again
I knew in my heart we were friends
It had to be so
It couldn’t be no</p>
<p>But try as hard as I might do I don’t know why
You get to me in a way I can’t describe
Words mean so little when you look up and smile
I don’t care what people say,
To me you’re more than a child
Oh! Clair, Clair</p>
<p>Clair, if ever a moment so rare
Was captured for all to compare
That moment is you
It’s all that you do</p>
<p>But why in spite of our age difference do I cry
Each time I leave you I feel I could die
Nothing means more to me than hearing you say
I’m going to marry you
Will you marry me Uncle Ray?
Oh! Clair, Clair</p>
<p>Clair, I’ve told you before
Don’t you dare
Get back into bed
Can’t you see that it’s late
No you can’t have a drink
Oh! all right then but wait just a bit
While I, in an effort to baby sit,
Catch of my breath what there is left of it.
You can be murder at this hour of the day
But in the morning this hour
Will seem a lifetime away
Oh! Clair, Clair</p>
<p>If creepy songs count then you can include a lot of songs by the Police.
Roxanne - falling in love with a prostitute
Don’t Stand So Close to Me - Girl/Teacher relation
Can’t Stand Losing You - Guy going to commit suicide</p>
<p>This thread is cracking me up…I love the rehashing of so many cheesy 70s songs, like Shannon, Wildfire, the “Pina Colada” Song, Muskrat Love, etc.<br>
IMHO, when it comes to crappy lyrics, “Macarthur Park” is in a league of its own.</p>
<p>For more current musical dreck, thanks to my daughters riding in the car with me and listening to Top 40 I get treated daily to the following gem(and current no.1 single, according to iTunes):</p>
<p>“Tik Tok” by Ke$ha (gotta have that dollar sign)</p>
<p>“Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses, I’m out the door
I’m gonna hit this city (Lets go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain’t coming back
I’m talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-topping, playing our favorite cd’s
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy…” </p>
<p>momonthehill, stupid lyrics, but I really like that song. (how do you make the embarrassed smiley face?) I imagine if I were a kid today what would I want to dance to, and Tik Tok is it. I was quite the clubber back in the day …</p>
<p>I dont know all the words but it was a song called “never been to me” I[ve been to London blah blah but made love on or with but have never been to me …
I have always hated that song!!!
My best memory of my humps was the Catholic school principal dancing to it at the 6th grade dance she had no idea!!! We still talk about it.</p>
<p>ok I looked it up felt ashamed of myself…
one verse:
Oh I’ve been to Nice and the Isle of Greece and I’ve sipped Champagne on a yacht
I’ve moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed em what I’ve got
I’ve been undressed by kings and seen some things a woman ain’t sposed to see
I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me. Makes me cringe. I like the never make a pretty woman your wife song though its fun .</p>