lyrics ...

shock_the_monkey wrote:pick for the day ...

http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=KPTc1RVk ... PTc1RVk4Xg

Don Henley - The Boys Of Summer

... boppy, listenable and a great tempo. if i were going for something more intellectual, i'd probably choose 'dirty laundry'.

LOL, I love both of those!

I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around

I've forgotten how much i love this song!

The Who- Baba O'riley

out here in the fields
i fight for my meals
i get my back into my living
i don't need to fight
to prove i'm right
i don't need to be forgiven

don't cry
don't raise your eye
it's only teenage wasteland

sally ,take my hand
travel south crossland
put out the fire
don't look past my shoulder
the exodus is here
the happy ones are near
let's get together
before we get much older

teenage wasteland
it's only teenage wasteland
teenage wasteland
oh, oh
teenage wasteland
they're all wasted!

Awesome song April, I love The Who!

Here's another classic by them that I've always loved:

The Who
"Pinball Wizard"

Ever since I was a young boy,
I've played the silver ball.
From Soho down to Brighton
I must have played them all.
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any amusement hall...
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball !

He stands like a statue,
Becomes part of the machine.
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean.
He plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball !

He's a pin ball wizard
There has got to be a twist.
A pin ball wizard,
S'got such a supple wrist.

'How do you think he does it? I don't know!
What makes him so good?'

He ain't got no distractions
Can't hear those buzzers and bells,
Don't see lights a flashin'
Plays by sense of smell.
Always has a replay,
'n' never tilts at all...
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball.

I thought I was
The Bally table king.
But I just handed
My pin ball crown to him.

Even on my favorite table
He can beat my best.
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest.
He's got crazy flipper fingers
Never seen him fall...
That deaf dumb and blind kind
Sure plays a mean pin ball.!!!!!

slugger wrote:

shock_the_monkey wrote:pick for the day ...

http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=KPTc1RVk ... PTc1RVk4Xg

Don Henley - The Boys Of Summer

... boppy, listenable and a great tempo. if i were going for something more intellectual, i'd probably choose 'dirty laundry'.

LOL, I love both of those!

this one's for you, slugger! enjoy ...

you-tube (PC) - 'news parody'

you-tube (mobile) - 'news parody'

[hit it, sheldon ...]
I make my living off the Evening News
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry

Well, I coulda been an actor [... we know!!! ...], but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear [... we know that too!!! ...]
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

[NTs ...]
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around

[back to you, sheldon ...]
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde [... ooh, la la ...] who
Comes on at five She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye [... ooh, la la ... and then some!!! ...]
It's interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry

You don't really need to find out what's going on [... but he'll tell you anyway!!! ...]
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone [... definitely true!!! ...]
Just leave well enough alone [... please!!!!! ...]
Eat your dirty laundry

[NTs again ...]
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff
Kick 'em all around

[give it everything you've got, sheldon ...]
Dirty little secrets [... ...]
Dirty little lies [... ...]
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size [... ...]
We love dirty laundry

We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing [... too true!!! ...]
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry!

[and those NTs one last time ...]
Kick 'em when they're up [... ooch! ...]
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up [... that hurt!!! ...]
Kick 'em when they're down

Kick 'em when they're up [... now, this just isn't funny any more!!!!! ...]
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down

Ohhh man you naughty clever boy! LOL. That song will ever have a new meaning to me now!

Oh but u missed one: "We all know that crap is king".... Or was that just too obvious?



I just got done dancing to the song (via the link) while getting dinner ready

slugger wrote:Ohhh man you naughty clever boy! LOL. That song will ever have a new meaning to me now!

Oh but u missed one: "We all know that crap is king".... Or was that just too obvious?

well, i probably thought i'd taken enough autistic license with it! but feel free to add your own improvements!!!

slugger wrote:

I just got done dancing to the song (via the link) while getting dinner ready

that video is "a hoot and a half"!!!

pick for the day was going to be ...

Joni Mitchell - Fiction

... but alas, no you-tube video. so, instead, i present ...

Joni Mitchell - CBS News Interview

That's awesome Shock. I was looking did a reply-song to that, but for now...

I just heard this song on Pandora and it just sounded like something as aspie would write:

Phil Collins
I Don't Care Anymore

Well you can tell ev'ryone I'm a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place.
I don't care anymore.
You can tell ev'rybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cos I just can't win.
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore

I don't care what you say
I don't play the same games you play.

'Cos I've been talking to the people that you call your friends
And it seems to me there's a means to and end.
They don't care anymore.
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind.
I don't care anymore I don't care no more

I don't care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway.

I won't be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore

Well, I don't care now what you say
'Cos ev'ry day I'm feeling fine with myself
And I don't care now what you say
Hey I'll do alright by myself
'Cos I know.

'Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face 'cos you held all the cards.
I don't care anymore.
And I really ain't bothered what you think of me
'Cos all I want of you is just a let me be.
I don't care anymore D'you hear? I don't care no more

I don't care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway.

I won't be there no more
So get out of my way.
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore
D'you hear? I don't care anymore
I don't care no more
You listening? I don't care no more
No more!

You know I don't care no more!

pick for the day ...

you-tube (PC) - track

you-tube (PC) - live

you-tube (mobile) - track

you-tube (mobile) - live

Marillion - Fugazi

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the licence
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptised in the tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition
An albatross in the marrytime tradition
Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation
She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck

From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to five with suitable ties
Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero
Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalenes contracts more than favours
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges
This is Brixton chess

A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows
Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens
Waiting, wait, wait, waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane

Do do do do do do you realize,
Do do do do do do you realize,
Do do do do do do you realize,
This world is totally fugazi!

Where are the prophets,
Where are the visionaries,
Where are the poets,
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.

Where are the prophets,
Where are the visionaries,
Where are the poets,
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.

Where are the prophets,
Where are the visionaries,
Where are the poets,
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.

lyrics by lyricsfreak

... for those that don't know, 'fugazi' is a allegedly a term used during the vietnam war meaning 'all f'ed up'.

i have to say that in a very contemporary way, i find these words as profound as william blake's jerusalem ...

where are the prophets,
where are the visionaries,
where are the poets,
to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

... where indeed? for without them we are loosing our way!!!

This was one of my fav songs when i was younger, and i still love it!

Kansas-Carry On Wayward Son

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)