Another sampling from my “perfect songs” playlist. Enjoy!
Another sampling from my “perfect songs” playlist. Enjoy!
Creep, creep, creep upBut don’t ever be realKnow the truth,But tell only liesThe golden rule is, my friend,Don’t ever be realThe golden rule:Use only your eyes
This week’s show reaches beyond our usual focus on retro-alternative music to highlight songs that I consider to be brilliant musically that also mean a lot to me. I hope you’ll enjoy the selections.
All that you touch, and all that you see
All that you taste, all you feel And all that you love, and all that you hate All you distrust, all you save And all that you give, and all that you deal And all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal And all you create, and all you destroy And all that you do, and all that you say And all that you eat, and everyone you meet And all that you slight, and everyone you fight And all that is now, and all that is gone And all that’s to come And everything under the sun is in tune But the sun is eclipsed by the moonRoger Waters, Pink Floyd
Yesterday’s shattered
Tomorrows don’t matterGive a country
Where I can be free Don’t need the unions Burying me Keep me in exile the rest of my days Burn me in hell just as long as it paysAnd here’s the video that Godley and Crème directed for Herbie Hancock’s “Rockit” (a song you might know best as the theme for “Beverly Hills Cop”)
There’s no point in asking, you’ll get no reply
Oh just remember I don’t decide I got no reason it’s all too much You’ll always find me Out to lunchBlack stations, white stations
Break down the doors
Stand up and face the music
This is 1984!
I found the keys
The keys to your heart
I got them on a chain
When the doors come apart
We’ll never be the same
Get in line now, get in line now
Stay in time with the rhythm and rhyme
Get around town, no need to stand proud
Add your voice to the sound of the crowd
I know if I catch you it might turn out
That it’s not as much fun as I hope it would be
‘Cause wishing and waiting is what it’s about
And dreams are worth more than reality
You’re in New York, but I’m not.
You’re in Tokyo, but I’m not. You’re in Nova Scotia, but I’m not. Yeah, you’re everywhere that I’m not.The genius sunburst finish disappears
In the final glow
The seed is sown the flowers grow
Nirvana is so very far away
A million miles of broken glass
A million faces from behind
Straight between the eyes
The now-defunct UK music magazine Sounds published its list of the Top 100 singles of the year in late December 1978. I recently came across this list (shown below) and picked out several that were unfamiliar to me, or that I hadn’t thought about for a long time, and cobbled them into this week’s offering. Hope you enjoy!
Walking down the street, kicking cans
Looking at the billboard – also-ran Summing up the people, checking out the race Doing what I’m doing, feeling out of placeSo whatever you say
It’s all fine by me Who the f*ck anyway wants a Christmas tree? Cause the snow keeps on fallin’ Even though we were bad It’ll cover the filth We should both just be gladTake time to see the wonders of the world
To see the things you’ve only ever heard of
Dream life the way you think it ought to be
See things you thought you’d never ever see
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can’t make it all alone I’ve built my dreams around youIs he in the Clement Club?
Or in the South Of France?
Playing on a roulette wheel
In another game of chance?
Here you go, way too fast
Don’t! Slow down! You’re gonna crash You should watch, watch your step Don’t! Look out! You’re gonna break your neckThis week’s music is 100% recycled content from previous episodes. But it still tastes fresh! Enjoy!
Well it’s the same thing every time I see you
All you ever talk about is you
Now I really don’t want to bore you
But it’s about time you considered me too
Never get to say much
Never get to talk Tell us a little bit But not too much Right about then Is where she gives up She has closed her eyes She has given up hopeEvery time a car drives past I think it’s you
Every time somebody laughs I think it’s you You changed your number and my phonebook’s such a mess But I can’t bear to cross your name out yet Each time the doorbell rings it might be you Each letter the postman brings might be from you