One of Those Songs

This is one of those songs that I like for no one good reason.  The thing is, I like the live versions better, it’s a gritty song and I think it needs that edge that live performances have over studio versions.

Here is one of those songs by two musicians that I LOVE for no one good reason.  Version one by Nick Gilder and the other by Cherie Currie

Check it out:

Foxy from the Roxy,
Might turn some heads tonight.
Flashlight dream.
Peaches and cream delight.
Roxy Roller.

Five-bob job.
She gets bubblegum on her knees,
Down between the seats.
Sometime she’ll pass you the keys.
Roxy Roller,
Oh, Roxy Roller.

Roxy Roller, Roxy.
Her daddy, the commissioner.
Took far more than his share,
So Roxy joined the syndicate,
Knowing it wasn’t fair.
Roxy Roller,
Oh, Roxy Roller.

Roxy Roller, Roxy.
Oh, Roxy Roller.
Oh, Roxy.

Roxy Roller Lyrics as written by James Mcculloch Nick Gilder

The Bells Are Ringing

I could be like some of my friends- they will NOT talk about the state of the world we live in.

In their world they see breathtaking sunrises, majestics sunsets through the haze of tear gas, they close their eyes and take in deep breaths of Coronavirus free air, the man that is leading them is their gold plated promise and he shines brighter then any star in their universe.

But I can’t be like them.

I can hear the Bells ringing can you?

 

The Bells Lyrics

Ring, ring the bells
Wake the town, everyone is sleeping
Shout at the crowd, wake them up
This anger’s deeper than sleep

Got to keep awake to what’s happening
I can’t see a thing through my ambition
I no longer feel my God is watching over me
Got to tell the world we’ve all been dreaming
This is not the end, a new beginning
I no longer feel my God is watching over me

Break, break the code
Concentrate, let the doors swing open
See through all your walls, all your floors
Now you’re in deeper than sleep

Got to keep awake to what’s happening
I can’t see a thing through my ambition
I no longer feel my God is watching over me
Got to tell the world we’ve all been dreaming
This is not the end, a new beginning
I no longer feel my God is watching over me

When you let me fall, grew my own wings
Now I’m as tall as the sky
When you let me drown, grew gills and fins
Now I’m as deep as the sea
When you let me die, my spirit’s free
There’s nothing challenging me

Song For Saturday!

When this song came out the first thing I thought when I heard it was, ” Hmmm. They remind me of Cheap Trick ” and then when I saw them Cobain reminded me of Robin Zander.

I guess it’s a Gen X anthem of sorts but I never really got into it despite that.

However I love Puddles so I’m posting this here today.

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Smells Like Teen Spirit

Nirvana

Load up on guns, bring your friends
It’s fun to lose and to pretend
She’s over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey

Yay

I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
Yeah, hey

Yay

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it’s hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind

Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello, how low
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denialFor non-commercial use only.

Going Skinless

Song Lyric Sunday: Measured with a Thermometer

“Dance Around In Your Bones” was one of those songs that I grew up singing- my grandparents probably taught it to me and it probably appealed to me because I was an imaginative little kid with a dark streak running through my imagination a mile wide.

All I can tell you about the history of the song is that the songwriters have an impressive body of work and you’ve probably heard more of their music then you realize.

So what is it about this song that caught my fancy over 50 years ago?

I would have to say that what appealed to me was the idea of dancing skeletons and ice cream cones and peeling of your skin to boot.

Still, I wondered then and I wonder now what exactly the writers were thinking when they created this little gem- but I don’t mind if I never find out.

Sometimes the fun is in the wondering, don’t you think?

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Words by Edgar Leslie

Music by Walter Donaldson

When you hear sweet syncopation
And the music softly moans
T ain’t no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones


When it gets too hot for comfort
And you can’t get an ice cream cone
‘T ain’t no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones


Just like those bamboo babies
Down in the South Sea tropic zone
T’ ain’t no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones

When you hear sweet syncopation, and the music softly moans
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones

When it gets too hot for comfort, and you can’t get an ice cream cone
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones

Just like those bamboo babies, down in the South Sea tropic zone
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones