#SLS ~ 5/22/22

This week the theme is songs that mention Money, Gold, Silver, Rich suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II. Jim is the host with the most. Take a listen to all the offerings. Good stuff I tell ya what. I could do a repeat polly with last week’s Sister Golden Hair but nope, I searched for something different. I was torn between two songs because of the memories they invoke. I ultimately landed on Money by Pink Floyd. Growing up, we’d spend time and the Bar-K clubhouse at Lago Vista on Lake Travis. The jukebox had few songs we liked and this was one we played on repeat. Silence was demanded at the beginning so that we could hear the cash register drop its change. As the song blasted through the room, we’d play bumper pool or air hockey. Good clean fun.

Money
Get away
You get a good job with more pay and you’re okay
Money
It’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

New car, caviar, four star, daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team

Money
Get back
I’m alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
Money
It’s a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit

I’m in the high-fidelity first-class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

Money
It’s a crime
Share it fairly, but don’t take a slice of my pie
Money
So they say
Is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for a rise
It’s no surprise that they’re giving none away
Away, away, away
Away, away, away

I was in the right
Yes, absolutely in the right
I certainly was in the right
Yeah, I was definitely in the right, that geezer was cruisin’ for a bruisin’
Yeah!
Why does anyone do anything?
I don’t know, I was really drunk at the time
Just telling him it was in, he could get it in number two
He was asking why it wasn’t coming up on freight eleven
And after, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why
It wasn’t coming up on freight eleven

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriter: Roger Waters

#SLS ~ 5/15/22

Paula prompts head, hat, hair, or scarf and Jim serves as host. I picked Sister Golden Hair by America. Songwriter: Gerry Beckley. While there might be multiples, I’m sticking with this song and it’s cool 70s vibe. Lyrics within. Hope you enjoy.

As always more to come.

#SLS ~ 5/1/22

Jim hosts #SLS and today the prompts are Suit, Pants, Dress, Shirt suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II. How about Sundown by Gordon Lightfoot. Here he is on the Midnight Special. I loved that show! HERE is more from the wiki.

I can see her lying back in her satin dress
In a room where you do what you don’t confess
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs

Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs
She’s been looking like a queen in a sailor’s dream
And she don’t always say what she really means

Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feeling better when I’m feeling no pain
Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feeling better when I’m feeling no pain

I can picture every move that a man could make

Getting lost in her loving is your first mistake
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it’s a sin
When I feel like I’m winning when I’m losing again

I can see her looking fast in her faded jeans

She’s a hard loving woman
Got me feeling mean

Sometimes I think it’s a shame
When I get feeling better when I’m feeling no pain
Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs

Sundown, you better take care
If I find you been creeping ’round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it’s a sin

When I feel like I’m winning when I’m losing again

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Lightfoot Gordon

Sundown lyrics © Wb Music Corp.

#SLS ~ 3/27/22

Today we have Mind, Think, or Brain suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II. HERE are the rules and ping back. Thanks Jim for hosting.

I picked Sweating Bullets by Megadeth. Songwriter Dave Mustane. The wording thinking is in the lyrics and while not explicitly said the mind and brain are part of the song’s meaning. Someone losing their mind. My brains have been wonky lately so fits my mood too. Plus the odds of a twofer are slim. Not most people’s cuppa if ya know what I mean. Now without further ado, lyrics within. Hope you enjoy.

#SLS ~ 3/20/22

I’ve no idea what I picked in March 2017 but I’m pretty sure I was already participating in #SLS. So, … I checked and nope. I was late to this weekly party.

HERE are the rules and ping back. My pick today is Only Happy When It Rains by Garbage. Songwriters: Bryan David Vig / Douglas Elwin Erickson / Shirley Ann Manson / Steve W. Marker. Hope you enjoy and hope our weatherman is right. We desperately need the rain.

I’m only happy when it rains
I’m only happy when it’s complicated
And though I know you can’t appreciate it
I’m only happy when it rains

You know I love it when the news is bad
Why it feels so good to feel so sad?
I’m only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me

I’m only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are goin’ wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
I’m only happy when it rains

I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn’t accidentally tell you that
I’m only happy when it rains
You’ll get the message by the time I’m through
When I complain about me and you
I’m only happy when it rains

Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down)
Pour your misery down on me

Pour your misery down
You can keep me company
As long as you don’t care

I’m only happy when it rains
You wanna hear about my new obsession?
I’m riding high upon a deep depression
I’m only happy when it rains

Pour some misery down on me
I’m only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
I’m only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
I’m only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me

I’m only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Pour some misery down on me
Pour some misery down on me
Pour some misery down on me

Pour some misery down on me
Pour some misery down on me

#SLS ~ 3/13/22

This week the theme is songs that mention a musical instrument. 

I picked Walking in Memphis by Marc Cohn. Such a treat. Hope you enjoy. HERE are the Rules and Ping Back. 

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy, won’t you look down over me?
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
But I’m as blue as a boy can be

Then I’m walking in Memphis
Was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through
Now security they did not see him
They just hovered ’round his tomb
But there’s a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room

When I was walking in Memphis
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?

They’ve got catfish on the table
They’ve got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven’t got a prayer
But, boy, you’ve got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
She said
“Tell me are you a Christian child?”
And I said “Ma’am, I am tonight”

Walking in Memphis
(Walking in Memphis)
Was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
(Walking in Memphis)
But do I really feel the way I feel?

Walking in Memphis
(Walking in Memphis)
I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
(Walking in Memphis)
But do I really feel the way I feel?

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain

#SLS ~ 3/6/22

The prompt is fruit and I look liberty to use a color that is also a fruit despite the song Orange Crush (Songwriters: Mills / Berry / Buck / Stipe) not really being about fruit. I partially did this because I’m sticking with the same band from last week R.E.M. Hope you enjoy!!

I’ve got my spine, I’ve got my orange crush
(Collar me, don’t collar me)
I’ve got my spine, I’ve got my orange crush
(We are agents of the free)
I’ve had my fun and now it’s time to serve your conscience overseas
(Over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me (oh, oh)

I’ve got my spine, I’ve got my orange crush
(Collar me, don’t collar me)
I’ve got my spine, I’ve got my orange crush
(We are agents of the free)
I’ve had my fun and now it’s time to serve your conscience overseas
(Over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me (oh, oh)

High on the roof, thin the blood
Another one came on the waves tonight
Comin’ in, you’re home

We would circle and we’d circle and we’d circle to stop and consider and centered on the pavement stacked up all the trucks jacked up and our wheels in slush and orange crush in pocket and all this here county, hell, any county, it’s just like heaven here, and I was remembering and I was just in a different county and all then this whirlybird that I headed for I had my goggles pulled off; I knew it all, I knew every back road and every truck stop

I’ve got my spine, I’ve got my orange crush
(Collar me, don’t collar me)
I’ve got my spine, I’ve got my orange crush
(We are agents of the free)
I’ve had my fun and now it’s time to serve your conscience overseas
(Over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me (oh, oh)

High on the roof, thin the blood
Another one climbs on the waves tonight
Comin’ in, you’re home

High on the roof, thin the blood
Another one climbs on the waves tonight
Comin’ in, you’re home

#SLS ~ 2/27/22

I had a really hard time with the prompts today. Feels a bit end of the world which loosely fits the theme. Without further ado, R.E.M. – It’s The End If The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine). Songwriters: John Michael Stipe / Michael E. Mills / Peter Lawrence Buck / William Thomas Berry.

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs
Don’t mis-serve your own needs
Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength
The ladder starts to clatter
With a fear of height, down, height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
And a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry
With the Furies breathing down your neck

Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped
Look at that low plane, fine, then
Uh oh, overflow, population, common group
But it’ll do, save yourself, serve yourself
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed
Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light
Feeling pretty psychedIt’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fineSix o’clock, T.V. hour, don’t get caught in foreign tower
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn
Lock him in uniform, book burning, bloodletting
Every motive escalate, automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crush, uh oh
This means no fear, cavalier, renegade and steering clear
A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I declineIt’s the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)
I feel fine (I feel fine)It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)The other night I drifted nice continental drift divide
Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein
Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs
Birthday party, cheesecake, jellybean, boom
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam but neck, right, rightIt’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)

It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone)
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)

#SLS ~ 2/20/22

Melanie suggested the prompts Automated, Mechanized, Modernized, Robotic and Jim is hosting. I struggled finding something beyond Mr. Roboto but I knew would be shared. I asked B and without much thought why not Black Sabbath’s Iron Man? Hmm, a guy who can time travel. That’s kinda mechanized. Or it’s a stretch but it’s all I got. Lyrics within. Songwriters: Tony Iommi / Ozzy Osbourne / Terence Michael Butler / W.T. Ward

As always, more to come.