#SLS ~ 9/25/22

Today the prompts are Sweet, Honey, Sugar, Candy, Chocolate suggested by Angie of King Ben’s Grandma. Thanks JIM for hosting. Some many choices, where to begin? Guess I’ll while away the hours listening and dancing until something grabs me. As I strolled down memory lane, I was going to use Sugar/Sugar sung by the Archies but pretty sure I posted that song before. Reminds me of my brother since we had the 45. We shared our records and would take turns picking what got played. Sugar/Sugar was one of his top selections. Sticking with the era, I finally chose Sweet City Woman by the Stampeders. Songwriter: Richard Dodson. Hope you enjoy!

Well, I’m on my way
To the city lights
To the pretty face
That shines her light on the city nights
And I gotta catch a noon train
I gotta be there on time
Oh, it feels so good to know she waits at the end of the line

Sweet, sweet city woman
I can see your face, I can hear your voice
I can almost touch you
Sweet, sweet city woman
And the banjo and me, we got a feel for singing, yeah, yeah

Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, c’est bon, bon
Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon
Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, c’est bon, bon
Bon, c’est bon, bon, bon, bon, bon

So long, ma
So long, pa
So long, neighbors and friends

Like a country morning
All snuggled in dew
Ah, she’s got a way to make a man feel shiny and new
And she sing in the evening
Old, familiar tunes
And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons

Sweet, sweet city woman
I can see your face, I can hear your voice
I can almost touch you
Sweet, sweet city woman
And the banjo and me, we got a feel for singing

Sweet, sweet city woman
Oh she’s my sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet city woman
oh my sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Everybody
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet city woman

#SLS ~ 9/18/22

Jim prompts us with Australian music. I had to google Australian music and then get a list of groups from which to pick. I knew of Midnight Oil & Men at Work since I’m an 80s baby but I was pleasantly surprised to see AC/DC and Savage Garden in the list. Decisions, decisions & they were not easy. I finally picked “I Want You” from Savage Garden. Songwriters: Daniel Jones / Darren Hayes. Now I’m singing along & there may or may not be some chair dancing going on. Hope you enjoy!!

Any time I need to see your face
I just close my eyes and I am taken to a place
Where your crystal mind and magenta feelings taken shelter
In the base of my spine, sweet like a chica cherry cola

I don’t need to try and explain, I just hold on tight
And if it happens again, I might move so slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face and the human cannonball
I need to, I want to come stand a little bit closer

Breathe in and get a bit higher
You’ll never know what hit you when I get to you

Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out
Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out

I’m the kind of person who endorses a deep commitment
Getting comfy, getting perfect is what I live for
But I’m looking and the smell perfume, it’s like I’m down
On the floor and I don’t know what I’m in for

Conversation is time and place of the interaction of a lover
And the nick of time over talkin using signals, using words
Can be likened to a deep sea diver who is swimming
With a raincoat, come stand a little bit closer

Breathe in and get a bit higher
You’ll never know what hit you when I get to you

Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out
Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out

Any time I need to see your face
I just close my eyes and I am taken to a place
Where your crystal mind and magenta feelings taken shelter
In the base of my spine, sweet like a chica cherry cola

I don’t need to try and explain I just hold on tight
And if it happens again I might move so slightly
To the arms and the lips and the face
And the human cannonball, I need to I want to

Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out
Oh, I want you I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out, so can we find out

Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out
Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out

Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out
Oh, I want you I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out, die to find out

Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out
Oh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you
But oh, I would die to find out

Source: Musixmatch

As always more to come.

#SLS ~ 9/4/22

The prompts are Sounds, Talk, Voice, Words suggested by Di of pensitivity101. Thank Jim for hosting. Oooh, so many options hard to narrow down to one. Dart board got me to pick “Little Talks” performed by Of Monsters & Men. Songwriters: Nanna Bryndis Hilmarsdottir / Ragnar Thorhallsson. All four words are used, how cool is that?!?!

I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep
It’s keeping me awake
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes
And some days I can’t even dress myself
It’s killing me to see you this way

‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

There’s an old voice in my head
That’s holding me back
Well, tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love
Some days I don’t know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don’t listen to a word I say
(Hey)
The screams all sound the same
(Hey)

And though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

You’re gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that’s left is a ghost of you
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart
There’s nothing we can do
Just let me go, we’ll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around
I’ll see you when I fall asleep

Don’t listen to a word I say
(Hey)
The screams all sound the same
(Hey)

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don’t listen to a word I say
(Hey)
The screams all sound the same
(Hey)

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

#SLS ~ 8/28/22

This week the theme is Better with Age: Failed or Overlooked Songs that Eventually Became Fan Favorites suggested by Greg’s Blog.  Thanks Jim for hosting. I googled the theme and came across a list of 20. I picked my favorite of the bunch, Mr. Brightside by the Killers. Songwriters: Brandon Flowers / Dave Brent Keuning / Mark August Stoermer / Ronnie Jr. Vannucci. Hope you enjoy.

As always more to come.

#SLS ~ 8/21/22

Jim is hosting #SLS. The prompt is Underrated Deep Album Cuts suggested by Greg’s Blog. I had to look up deep cut & found this gem. Why Go by Pearl Jam. Writer(s): Michael McCready & Eddie Vedder. Raw & emotional, just like me lately. Getting it all out of my system.

She scratches a letter into a wall made of stone
Maybe someday another child won’t feel as alone as she does
It’s been two years and counting since they put her in this place
She’s been diagnosed by some stupid fuck and mommy agrees

Why go home? Why go home?
Why go home?

She seems to be stronger but what they want her to be is weak
She could play pretend, she could join the game, boy
She could be another clone
Ooh! Ah! Ah yeah

Why go home? Why go home?
Why go home? Why go home?
What you taught (Why go home?)
Put me here (Why go home?)
Don’t come visit (Why go home?)
Mother, sing me (Why go home?)

Why go home? Why go home?
Why go home? Why go home?
What you taught me (Why go home?)
Put me here (Why go home?)
Don’t come visit (Why go home?)
Mother, mother, yeah (Why go home?)
Why go home? Why go home?
Why go home? Why go home?
Why go home? Why go home?
Why go home?
Why!

#SLS ~ 8/14/22

Jim is hosting this shindig. The prompts are Educate, Learn, School, Teach. I picked Teach Your Children. Songwriter Graham Nash. Hope you enjoy.

You, who are on the road
Must have a code
That you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a goodbye

Teach your children well
Their father’s hell
Did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick’s
The one you’ll know by

Don’t you ever ask them, “Why?”
If they told you, you would cry
So, just look at them and sigh
And know they love you

And you of tender years (Can you hear and do you care)
Can’t know the fears (And can you see)
That your elders grew by (We must be free)
And so please help (To teach your children)
Them with your youth (What you believe in)
They seek the truth (Make a world)
Before they can die (That we can live in)

Teach your parents well
Their children’s hell
Will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick’s
The one you’ll know by

Don’t you ever ask them, “Why?”
If they told you, you would cry
So, just look at them and sigh
And know they love you

#SLS ~ 8/7/22

Jim hosts #SLS & Di of pensitivity101 provided the prompts – Pets, Names, Memories. I went with Hey Bulldog performed by the Beatles. I’ve likely used this song before but thought I’d toss it out there again. Been a yellow submarine kind of week lately. Music like this breaks my bad mood.

Lyrics

Sheepdog
Standing in the rain
Bullfrog
Doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think you’re something special when you smile?

Child-like
No one understands
Jack knife
In your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You don’t know what it’s like to listen to your fears

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you’re lonely, you can talk to me

Big man (yeah)
Walking in the park
Wigwam
Frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
You think you know me, but you haven’t got a clue

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
You can talk to me
If you’re lonely, you can talk to me

Wahoo woof! Woof!
Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog!
Hey bulldog! Hey bulldog!

Hey man, what’s that boy?
Woof!
What do you say?
I said, “Woof!”
You know anymore?
Wooaah ha-ha-ha!
You’ve got it, that’s it, you had it!
That’s it, man, woo!
That’s it! You’ve got it!
Don’t look at me man, I only have ten children
Ah ho! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Quiet boy, quiet!
Okay, quiet!

Hey bulldog!
Hey bulldog!

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Lennon John Winston / Mccartney Paul James

As always, more to come.

#SLS ~ 7/31/22

This week the theme is a song about Illness, Injury, Scars suggested by Angie of King Ben’s Grandma.  Thanks Jim for hosting! These prompts fit my mood. I picked Scars by Rush. Writer(s): Neil Peart, Alex Lifeson, & Geddy Lee. I’m not feeling terribly chatty, I just love the bassline in this song. Hope you enjoy too.

As always, more to come.

#SLS ~ 7/24/22

Jim tells us to feature a song by a group or an artist that surprisingly never reached #1 on the charts. I picked The Who. They might be one of the most famous bands of the ’60s and ’70s, but they only had one song make it to the top 10 & no number #1s. Here is my favorite Baba O’Riley, songwriter: Pete Townshend. Lyrics within. Hope you enjoy!

As always, more to come.

#SLS ~ 7/17/22

Jim is back with the prompt of songs that topped the charts. I picked the top Billboard’s Hot 100 song of 2020 Blinding Lights by The Weeknd. Songwriters: Max Martin / Oscar Thomas Holter / Ahmad Balshe / Abel Tesfaye / Jason Matthew Quenneville.

HERE are the Wiki facts. In 2021, the Twist by Chubby Checker was dethroned as the all-time #1 Billboard single by Blinding Lights. I dare you to get up and dance. Or at least do an in chair shimmy. I’ve added a second video which shows the dance craze that swept the nation. So Much Fun!!!! Lyrics are captioned. Ooh I’m blinded by the light ….