'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss

Subject: Lyr Add: SUNNY (Bobby Hebb)
From: Peace
Date: 01 Feb 06 - 03:36 PM

I would sooner put my elbow in a spinning propeller blade than listen to that song. While I have done my best to out-gross Little Hawk, short of sending y'all life-sized posters of William Shatner, I am at my wits' end. However, thanks to a suggestion above from my buddy, Muttley:

Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain
Oh, the dark days are done
The bright days are here
My sunny one shines so sincere
Sunny one so true
I love you

Sunny, thank you for that sunshine bouquet
Sunny, thank you for the love you brought my way
You gave to me your all and all
Now I feel ten feet tall
Sunny one so true
I love you

Sunny, thank you for the truth you let me see
Sunny, thank you for the facts from a to z
My life was torn like windblown sand
And then a rock was formed when we held hands
Sunny one so true
I love you

Sunny, thank for that smile upon your face
Sunny, thank you for that gleam that flows with grace
You're my spark of nature's fire
You're my sweet complete desire
Sunny one so true
I love you

Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain
Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain
The dark days are done
The bright days are here
My sunny one shines so sincere
Sunny one so true
Sunny one so true
Sunny one so true
I love you

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Muttley
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 07:00 AM

Actually that wasn't the "Sunny" I was referring to - though when re-reading my own post that particular song (whose lyrics you just posted) and tune came crashing into my skull obliterating some of the last few sensitive neurons I have left. Then I scroll down and READ the damned thing - - - you are cruel.

No the one I meant was the one I was referring to was (I think) by tha "misery-hack" Bobby Goldsborough and designed to make everyone weep at the injustice of a youthful passing - - - Its primary response was to promptly gag and hurl!

(Actually, now I "think on't" the title MAY have been "Honey"!

"See the tree, how big it's grown: Honey; hasn't been too long - you went away ................ etc"

Now do you get the picture???

Checked a whole heap of sites plus my own resources and all I could find was that the song is SUPPOSED to refer to Loren, though Sarstedt never actually seems to make the claim. However, I DID find that Loren had a sister (half-sister) so she wasn't an only child. I rather think the idea of thr "singer" being a close male friend of her childhood with whom she made one of those "vows" that so many "rags to riches" success stories seem to claim to have made at some point - in her case it was probably a made-up-for-the-song situation but referred toan actual childhood friend who also made good but in chasing their careers, they drifted - he losing Loren to "Hollywood" romances - - - notably Cary Grant and the guy she ended up arrying - the Italian director, whatsisname???? AHH !!!! Ponti!

Best I can do guys - the mystery remains

Keep up the "Flame Wars" they are bloody hilarious - - - probably 'cos I ain't on ythe end of them hahahahahahaha

Mutt

Subject: Lyr Add: FROZEN ORANGE JUICE (Peter Sarstedt)
From: John O'L
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 07:54 AM

I'll buy you one more frozen orange juice on this fantastic day.
We'll walk the sunny hills of Madrid laughing all the way.
And if you feel you wanna run down a ravine
A place that no-one else has ever been
Before

I'll pick a flower from the road and place it in your heart
We will hold our breath together, we shall never part
You rescue me, I rescue you
You rescue me, I rescue you
yes, I do

And in the morning when we wake up I'll be on my way,
With echoes ringing in my head of this fantastic day
You rescue me etc.

"run down a ravine"? OK Pete, you first

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Cool Beans
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 10:53 AM

Did Peter Sarstedt used to buy his corned-beef-on-rye
at the New New Delhi Deli?

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Strollin' Johnny
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 11:20 AM

Marty Wilde and Joe Brown. Now yer talkin'!

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Wolfgang
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 12:49 PM

All the suspects at a few glances

Wolfgang

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Little Hawk
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 12:54 PM

I vote for Lauren Bacall. Unsurpassable.

Subject: Lyr Add: SEASONS IN THE SUN (Terry Jacks)
From: Peace
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 02:58 PM

For my buddies Little Hawk and Muttley.

Terry Jacks

Seasons In The Sun Lyrics

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach.


Please note the rhyming couplet to end this timeless--uh, stuff.

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: clueless don
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 03:15 PM

See the tree, how big it's grown?
But, friend, it hasn't been so [or maybe "too"] long,
it wasn't big.
I laughed at her and she got mad,
the first day that she planted it -
was just a twig.

And so on. That's just from memory. It got a lot of airplay back in the sixties.

Don

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: gnu
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 03:15 PM

Shite... I was enjoying this thread until I saw "Seasons In The Sun". Stuff? Yeah, you can....

Subject: Lyr Add: HONEY (Bobby Goldsboro)
From: Peace
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 03:17 PM

Honey

See the tree, how big it's grown but friend it hasn't been too long it wasn't big
I laughed at her and she got mad, the first day that she planted, it, was just a twig
Then the first snow came and she ran out to brush the snow away
So it wouldn't die
Came runnin' in all excited, slipped and almost hurt herself
And I laughed till I cried
She was always young at heart, kinda dumb and kinda smart and I loved her so
And I surprised her with a puppy
Kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago
And it would sure embarrass her
When I came in from workin' late 'cause I would know
That she'd been sittin' there and cryin'
Over some sad and silly late, late show

And honey, I miss you and I'm bein' good
And I'd love to be with you if only I could

She wrecked the car and she was sad
And so afraid that I'd be mad but what the heck
Though I pretended hard to be
Guess you could say she saw through me and hugged my neck
I came home unexpectedly and caught her cryin' needlessly
In the middle of a day
And it was in the early Spring when flowers bloom and robins sing
She went away

And honey, I miss you and I'm bein' good
And I'd love to be with you if only I could

One day while I was not at home while she was there and all alone
The angels came
Now all I have is memories of Honey and I wake up nights and call her name
Now my life's an empty stage where Honey lived and Honey played
And love grew up
And a small cloud passes overhead and cries down on the flower bed
That Honey loved

And see the tree how big it's grown but friend it hasn't been too long it wasn't big
And I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it, was just a twig

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: fat B****rd
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 03:50 PM

I'm with you there, Peace, me old love. I can't imagine ANYBODY getting home from work to find their better half just wrecked the car. What the heck !!
Personally that one about Teddy Bear and truckers does it for me.

Subject: Lyr Add: DAISY A DAY (Jud Strunk)
From: Cool Beans
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 04:43 PM

Speaking of overwrought sentimentality...though I must admit this song gets to me every time.

Daisy a Day
By Jud Strunk

He remembers the first time he met 'er
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he held her
And the night that she came to his bed

He remembers her sweet way of singin'
Honey has somethin' gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin'
And the reason he wrote 'er this song

refrain:
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll give you a daisy a day
I'll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

They would walk down the street in the evenin'
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eye

As a kid they would take me for candy
And I loved to go taggin' along
We'd hold hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing 'er his song

refrain

Now he walks down the street in the evenin'
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he's believin'
He's holdin' 'er hand like before

For he feels all her love walkin' with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Joybell
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 05:58 PM

You're all evil horrible people! I'd nearly forgotten most of these. The CAKE? Why was it left out in the rain? I've never in my life had to worry about such things. Should I? What if I leave a cake out in the rain and they all say I'm old and silly?

OK take this -
I'm nobody's child. I'm nobody's child.
Just like a flower I'm growing wild
...Hmmm... a bit about nobody loves me
Nobody wants me. I'm nobody's child.

Don't fill me in. I'm trying to forget.
Cheers, Joy

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Snuffy
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 06:25 PM

It's a valued part of my repertoire Joy. :-)

No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile ..
And only three verses.

Subject: Lyr Add: NOBODY'S CHILD (Hank Snow?)
From: Peace
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 06:42 PM

As I was slowly passing
an orphan's home one day,
I stopped for just a little while
to watch the children play.
Alone a boy was standing
and when I asked him why,
he turned with eyes that could not see
and he began to cry.

I'm nobody's child,
I'm nobody's child.
Just like the flowers
I'm growing wild.
I got no mummy's kisses
I got no daddy's smile.
Nobody wants me,
I'm nobody's child.

No mummy's arms to hold me
or sue me when I cry,
'cos sometimes I feel so lonesome
I wish that I could die.
I'll walk the streets of heaven
where all blinds can see.

And just like for the other kids
it will be a home for me.

I'm nobody's child,
I'm nobody's child.
Just like the flowers
I'm growing wild.
I got no mummy's kisses
I got no daddy's smile.
Nobody wants me,
I'm nobody's child.

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Snuffy
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 07:01 PM

Pretty close to how I do verses 1 and 3, Peace, but I think mummy would "soothe" rather than "sue" him, and the middle verse goes:

People come for children
And take them for their own
I know they'd like to take me,
But I'm left here all alone
They say they like my hair of gold,
But when they see I'm blind
They always take some other kid
And I am left behind

Subject: Lyr Add: PATCHES (Dickey Lee)
From: Peace
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 08:23 PM

Snuffy,

I gotta tell you: I used to sing "Patches" when I was a working stage performer. Audiences liked it. It has a great melody and a tale to tell.

Lee Dickie

Patches

Down by the river that flows by the coal yards.
Stands wooden houses with shutters torn down
There lives a girl everybody calls Patches
Patches my darling of Old Shanty town

We plan to marry when June brought the summer
I couldn't wait to make Patches my bride
Now I don't see how that ever can happen
My folks say No, and my heart breaks inside

Patches oh what can I do
I swear I'll always love you
But a girl from that place would just bring me disgrace
So my folks won't let me love you

Each night I cry as I think of that shanty
And pretty Patches there watching the door
She dosn't know that I can't come to see her
Patches must think that I love her no more

I hear a neighbor tellin my father
He said a girl name of Patches was found
Floating face down in that dirty old river
That flows by the coal yards in Old Shanty Town

Patches oh what can I do
I swear I'll always love you
It may not be right But I'll join you tonight
Patches I'm coming to you

Subject: Lyr Add: RUBY DON'T TAKE YOUR LOVE TO TOWN
From: JennyO
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 08:52 PM

Oh no - you people are making me think about some of the horrors I had almost forgotten! This one gives me the shudders - my ex-husband used to sing it AT me...


RUBY, DON'T TAKE YOUR LOVE TO TOWN
Words and music by Mel Tillis
As recorded by Kenny Rogers and the First Edition on "Ruby, Don't Take Your Love to Town" (1969)

You've painted up your lips and rolled and curled your tinted hair.
Ruby, are you contemplating going out somewhere?
The shadow on the wall tells me the sun is going down.
Oh, Ruby, don't take your love to town.

It wasn't me that started that old crazy Asian war,
But I was proud to go and do my patriotic chore,
And yes, it's true that I'm not the man I used to be.
Oh, Ruby, I still need some company.

It's hard to love a man whose legs are bent and paralyzed,
And the wants and the needs of a woman your age, Ruby, I realize,
But it won't be long, I've heard them say, until I'm not around.
Oh, Ruby, don't take your love to town.

She's leaving now, 'cause I just heard the slamming of the door
The way I know I've heard it slam one hundred times before,
And if I could move, I'd get my gun, and put her in the ground.
Oh, Ruby, don't take your love to town.

Oh, Ruby, for God's sake, turn around.

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Peace
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 10:20 PM

That was from Kenny Rogers and the First Edition.

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Joybell
Date: 02 Feb 06 - 11:01 PM

AH! Snuffy, Peace. I knew I could count on you too. OK so! Bet you've never sung -

Barefoot boy waiting by the roadside
Barefoot boy with your ...something something
Barefoot boy ...something something something
Barefoot boy I love you so.

Well I used to know it. Hooray!! I've forgotten!!!
Cheers, Joy

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Jeanie
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 04:36 AM

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek, Peace, No, No, No, not "Honey ! NO !
I was trying to spare these good people from that particular horror (see my post of 31st Jan).

Just you wait, Peace,.... I'll be back now, with worse.

- jeanie

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Jeanie
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 05:01 AM

Here's worse: "Terry" by Twinkle, January 1965. It was so bad, it was banned by the BBC. So bad, indeed, that so far I haven't been able to find the lyrics anywhere on the internet. Does anyone else remember that one ? (about a motor cycle accident).

- jeanie

Subject: Lyr Add: JODY AND THE KID (Kris Kristofferson)
From: GUEST,menzze
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 05:06 AM

Thought this might also fit into your sentimental journey

Kris Kristofferson: Jody and the Kid

She would meet me in the morning
On my way down to the river
Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree
With her feet already dusty
>From the pathway to the levy
And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees

I'd pay her no attention
As she tagged along beside me
Trying hard to copy everything I did
But I couldn't keep from smiling
When I'd hear somebody saying
Looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid

Even after we grew older
We could still be seen together
As we walked along the levy holding hands
For as surely as the season she was changin' to a woman
And I'd lived enough to call myself a man

And she often lay beside me
In the coolness of the evening
Til' the morning sun was shining on my bed
And at times when she was sleeping
I'd smile when I'd remember
How they use to call us Jody and the kid

Now the world's a little older
And the years have changed the river
Cause there's houses where they didn't used to be
And on Sundays I go walking
Down the pathway to the levy
With another little girl who follows me

And it makes the old folks smile
To see her tag along beside me
Doing little things the way her mama did
But it gets a little lonesome
When I hear somebody sayin'
Looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid

Subject: Lyr Add: TERRY (Twinkle)
From: GUEST
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 05:26 AM

Jeanie, you're not speaking of this one , do ya?

He said to me he wanted to be near to me
He said he never wanted to be out of my sight
But it's too late to give this boy my love tonight
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry.

He said to me he wanted to be close by my side
We had a quarrel, I was untrue on the night he died
And it's too late to tell this boy how great was
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry.

He rode into the night, accelerated his motorbike
I cried to him in fright, don't do it, don't do it, don.t do it.

He said to me you are the one I want to be with
He said to me you are the one who my love I shall give
One day he'll know how hard I prayed for him to live
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry.

He rode into the night, accelerated his motorbike
I cried to him in fright, don't do it, don't do it, don.t do it.

He said to me you are the one I want to be with
He said to me you are the one who my love I shall give
One day he'll know how hard I prayed for him to live
Please wait at the gate of heaven for me, Terry.

Terry, Terry, Terry


By the way, you can find it HERE


I wonder why I appear as guest, maybe my cookie is gone

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Jeanie
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 05:33 AM

Mystery Guest - yes, that's the one ! Thanks a million, whoever you are !

- jeanie

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: menzze
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 05:35 AM

sorry , my fault, got my coockie resetted and the "guest" question is answered

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: alanabit
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 06:28 AM

We have done this subject before on the "Worst Pop Song Ever" threads. No harm in bringing it back again though!
The teenage wedding day aligned to a car crash/motorcyle accident/air disaster/shark attack, was a popular genre in the sixties. "Leader of the Pack" and "Ebony Eyes" are two spectacularly awful examples of that. "Tell Laura I Love Her" is another. It takes a strong man not to laugh at the end of that one. With my advandcing years, I am developing a soft spot for them. It is more a,"So bad they are funny," sort of feeling.
Joe Offer and others provided convincing argument that "Feelings", that gruesome offering from Maurice Albert, was an unsurpassable atrocity. I think I have heard worse somewhere, but mercifully, that songwriter (rest his soul) never got on the radio.

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Joybell
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 07:08 AM

OK
Barefoot boy standing by the roadside
Barefoot boy when you say hello
With eyes that shine
And lips that bring forth laughter
Barefoot boy I love you so.

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Snuffy
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 09:18 AM

Joy, that put me in mind of one from Australia's own Shirley Abicair:

Little boy fishing off a wooden pier
Come fish, bite fish, swim along here ...

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Metchosin
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 10:41 AM

I liked this song. Probably because I considered it really quirky and it did make me wonder ....How do you sip Napolean brandy without getting you lips wet? Seems to me I even tried, but found the only way I could do it was sucking it back from the bottle.

Do you think that she, whoever she was, upon departing his Taxi, would have told Harry to keep the change too?

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Metchosin
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 10:58 AM

Its also interesting that a rags to riches senario is quite often considered something to be admired in the life of a man, but is often thought to be questionable, if the same occurs to a woman. There's this underling thought that she probably sold her body and soul to attain status and an assumption that she could not possibly be content or happy....hmmm....

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: alanabit
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 01:09 PM

Many men who attain wealth and fame also have to sell their body and soul too. Unfortunately for them, this does not necessarily involve being wanted for sex!

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Metchosin
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 01:44 PM

What? You mean all those beautiful, perky, young bits of fluff are not lusting for sex with them, alanbit? Could it be something else? LOL

Subject: Lyr Add: TO ALL THE GIRLS I'VE LOVED BEFORE
From: GUEST,Blind DRunk in Blind River
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 01:53 PM

Ho-lee....FLIP! Watta bunch of cruddy songs, eh?

Okay, here's one for ya:

To all the girls I've loved before
Who travelled in and out my door
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I've loved before

To all the girls I once caressed
And may I say I've held the best
For helping me to grow
I owe a lot I know
To all the girls I've loved before

The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away

To all the girls who shared my life
Who now are someone else's wives
I'm glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I've loved before

To all the girls who cared for me
Who filled my nights with ecstasy
They live within my heart
I'll always be a part
Of all the girls I've loved before

The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
The winds of change continue blowing
And they just carry me away

To all the girls we've loved before
Who travelled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the girls we've loved before

To all the girls we've loved before
Who travelled in and out our doors
We're glad they came along
We dedicate this song
To all the girls we've loved before


YEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAA! Pretty flippin' deadly, eh?

- Shane

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Joybell
Date: 03 Feb 06 - 04:34 PM

I remember that one too Snuffy.

As to the song that started all this. Back in the early 70s I was in a big Melbourne music shop one day. They used to sell everything from pianos to sheet-music. In the basement you could browse through the sheet-music collection and then order the stuff you wanted by writing it on an order form on the counter. A shop assistant would get your music from behind the scenes somewhere and call out the name. This particular day the place was packed. Lunch hour I think. A young man, behind the counter, called out, "Where do you go to my Lovely?"
"Over here, Darling! Over here!" came the sultry reply from another young man dressed in a very straight business-type suit. This was MELBOURNE remember. The silence hit like a sledge hammer. Wonderful.
Cheers, Joy

Subject: Lyr Add: HEY PAULA
From: Peace
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 02:40 PM

[Paul:]
Hey, hey Paula, I wanna marry you
Hey, hey Paula, no one else will ever do
I've waited so long for school to be through
Paula, I can't wait no more for you
My love, my love

[Paula:]
Hey Paul, I've been waiting for you
Hey, hey, hey Paul, I want to marry you too
If you love me true, if you love me still
Our love will always be real
My love, my love

[Both:]
True love means planning a life for two
Being together the whole day through
True love means waiting and hoping that soon
Wishes we've made will come true
My love, my love


Play it loud and see if the dog howls . . . .

Subject: Lyr Add: (YOU'RE) HAVING MY BABY (Paul Anka)
From: bobad
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 02:46 PM

Peace, that reminded me of this one - thanks a lot.

        Paul Anka
Title         Having my baby
Lyrictext         Having my baby
what a lovely way of saying
How much you love me.
Having my baby
what a lovely way of saying
What you're thinking of me.
I can see it your face is glowing

I can see it in your eyes.
I'm happy knowin' that you're having my baby.
You're the woman I love and I love what it's doin' to you.
Having my baby
you're a woman in love and I love
What's goin' through you.
The need inside you
I see it showin'
Oh
the seed inside you
baby
do you feel it growin'
Are you happy in knowin' that you're having my baby?

I'm a woman in love and I love
What it's doin' to me.
Having my baby.
I'm a woman in love and I love
What's goin' through me.

Didn't have to keep it
wouldn't put you through it.
You could have swept it from your life
But you wouldn't do it
no
you wouldn't do it.
And you're having my baby.

I'm a woman in love and I love

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 03:41 PM

No....! No.....! No.....!

(the slow descent into madness)

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: gnu
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 04:10 PM

Oh good Lord Sufferin!!! Why did I open this thread again? Havin my baby? He should not be allowed to reproduce after that one.

Subject: Lyr Add: YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY
From: Peace
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 04:15 PM

Artist: 1910 Fruitgum Company Lyrics
Song: Yummy, Yummy, Yummy Lyrics

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy.
I got love in my tummy,
And I feel like a-lovin you:
Love, you're such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing
And that's just a-what I'm gonna do.
Ooh love, to hold ya,
Ooh love, to kiss ya,
Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter,
Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I wont let you go.

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy,
And as silly as it may seem;
The lovin' that you re giving,
is what keeps me livin'
And your love is like
Peaches and cream.
Kind-a like sugar,
Kind-a like spices,
Kind-a like, like what you do.
Kind-a sounds funny.
But love,honey
Honey. I love you.

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I. got love in my tummy,
That your love can satisfy;
Love, you're such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing
And sweet thing, that ain't no lie.
I love to hold ya,
Oh love, to kiss ya,
Ooh love, I love it so.
Ooh love, you're sweeter,
Sweeter than sugar.
Ooh love, I won't let you go.

Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY (Bobby McFerrin)
From: Peace
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 04:24 PM

DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY
Bobby McFerrin
Written by Bobby McFerrin

- released July 1988
- reached #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1989
- featured in the movie "Cocktail" starring Tom Cruise

Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note-for-note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry, you make it double
Don't worry, be happy Don't worry, be happy now

Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo hoo-hoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-ooo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo hoo-hoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Woo-oo-woo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy
The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, (ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha) be happy (look at me, I'm happy)

Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo (Here, I'll give you my phone number. When you're
worried, call me. I'll make you happy.)
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo

Ain't got no cash, ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal to make you smile
But don't worry, be happy
'Cause when you're worried, your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry, be happy Don't worry, be happy now

Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

Now there, is this song I wrote
I hope you learned it note-for-note, like good little children
Don't worry, be happy
A-listen to a-what I say
In your life, expect some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy, be happy now

Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Be happy
Woo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

Ooo-oo-hoo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, don't worry
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't do it, be happy
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Put a smile on your face
Don't bring everybody down like
this
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo It will soon pass, whatever it
is
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-ooo Don't worry, be happy

(fading...)
Ooo-oo-hoo-hoo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo I'm not worried
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo I'm happy
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-ooo

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Shields Folk
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 04:30 PM

Anyway.....back to Sarstedt.
Can anyone else remember the Peter Sarstedt song Beirut.
The few lines I remember go...
"In Beirut last night young men spoiling for a fight
Down by the Casino.."
and
"And there stood I the complete anti hero,
There stood I completley alone..."
It was about the civil war in Lebanon and I have NEVER met anyone else who has heard of it!

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: GUEST
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 09:39 PM

Available here.

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: GUEST,Art Thieme
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 11:01 PM

Folks, I'm glad to be able to truthfully say that I missed 95% of those songs you all seem to know.

(I guess that's just one of the many perks of being into trad folk! ;-)

But you have missed the absolute worst, saccharine, treacly, and unabashedly dumb song of all. I say that BECAUSE it was taken to heart by so many folkies who certainly should've known better!! ---

I am, of course, talking about the completely insipid song that led the way from the languid old folk era when urban navel-gazing singer/songwriters, writing about love on the school bus and other aspects of pimply infatuation angst, were few and far between---.

The song I am thinking about, even though thoughts of it sicken me to the point of losing my lunch, got grown men to go beating their drums (among other things) out in the woods with Robert Bly. Clutching their new copy of "Iron John" (among other things), they pranced around like wanna-be ballerina Neanderthals and sang the national anthem of the biological-orientation-and-animal husbandry movement:
Wa wa wa waltzing---"waltzing with bears"
My uncle Walter goes "waltzing with bears"...

Sadly, I fear I need say no more!!!!! But this song (and armies made up of, unbelievably, ALL VOLUNTEERS), is what folks mean when they talk about how the world is dumbing down !!! It does leave one nostalgic for the Viet Nam era. -- Back then we at least knew enough NOT to go!

Art

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Feb 06 - 11:50 PM

There were two people who used to inflict "Waltzing With Bears" on our weekly song circle in Orillia, Art. They have not done so in some time now, thank God.

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: alison
Date: 05 Feb 06 - 12:11 AM

Hello this is Joanie,
I'm sorry but I'm not home,
But if you leave me your name and number
I promise soon as I get in I'll phone.........

or...................

Hey baby I'm your telephone man,
won't you tell me where you want it and I'll put it where I can
you can have it with a buzz, you can have it with a ring,
and if you really want it you can have a ding-a-ling
because, Hey baby I'm your telephone man


slainte

alison

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: Muttley
Date: 05 Feb 06 - 02:17 AM

Peace - you've had us all fooled. . . . . you are a cruel, twisted, evil and nasty piece of work - - - you're also now my hero; how do i learn to get THAT evil? I mean I thought I was pretty good at it but man YOU have raised this to an ART FORM !!!!!

Honey, Nobody's Child, Patches, Hey Paul; Hey Paula, Yummy Yummy Yummy AND Don't Worry - Be Happy.

They are evil on SOOOOOOOOOOOOO many levels - - - ALL of them !!!

However, I must display a slice of my own (likely) bad taste - I actually rather like the sentiments expressed in "Daisy a Day" - the words are a bit mawkish at times, but the sentiment is beautiful: I'm reminded of a far better song in a similar vein by Australia's John Williamson called "Wrinkles".

Second 'Bad Taste' point: Kenny Rogers "Ruby": I love this song (sorry Jenny O) while I sympathise with your torturous experiences I love this song for two reasons:
My all time favourite student while teaching at a boarding school (polite, charming, hard worker, articulate for someone whose second language was English, reasonably pretty) was named Ruby. One day she began 'wilting' in class and complaining of a headache. I asked for her to be taken into town to the doctor and checked up, but the principal over-ruled me and out her to bed because she "had 'flu" - 'flu had been running through the community. Next morning she was dead. Bacterial Meningitis.
My other reason is because for ten years I was 'Padre' (chaplain) to the Vietnam Veterans Motorcycle Club here in Australia - an honour I shall treasure always - and those boys helped me to understand the frustrations and hurts of being a 'Vet'

HOWEVER - back to the really bad songs - especially mawky ones: You can't bring up all these 'stinkers' and NOT add in "The Son of Hickory Hollis' Tramp"

And if were gonna completely gross out the readers and cite "Don't Worry Be Happy" then I have just three words for y'all:

"ACHY BREAKY HEART"

Muttley

Subject: Lyr Add: TELL LAURA I LOVE HER (Ray Peterson)
From: Metchosin
Date: 05 Feb 06 - 02:26 AM

or.........

TELL LAURA I LOVE HER
Ray Peterson

Laura and Tommy were lovers
He wanted to give her everything
Flowers, presents and most of all, a wedding ring
He saw a sign for a stock car race
A thousand dollar prize it read
He couldn't get Laura on the phone
So to her mother Tommy said

Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura I may be late
I've something to do, that cannot wait

He drove his car to the racing grounds
He was the youngest driver there
The crowed roared as they started the race
'Round the track they drove at a deadly pace
No one knows what happened that day
How his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath, they heard him say

Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

And in the chapel where Laura prays
For Tommy who passed away
It was just for Laura he lived and died
Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry

Tell Laura I love her, tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die
Tell Laura I love her.....

Subject: RE: 'Where do you go to my Lovely' - Discuss
From: GUEST,Raven's Wing
Date: 05 Feb 06 - 02:38 AM

I'm not sure if this fits in here. It's a completely different kind of song from those others. But it is unusual.

WIGGLE WIGGLE   (Bob Dylan)

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a gypsy queen,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all dressed in green,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle 'til the moon is blue,
Wiggle 'til the moon sees you.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle in your boots and shoes,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, you got nothing to lose,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, like a swarm of bees,
Wiggle on your hands and knees.
Wiggle to the front, wiggle to the rear,
Wiggle 'til you wiggle right out of here,
Wiggle 'til it opens, wiggle 'til it shuts,
Wiggle 'til it bites, wiggle 'til it cuts.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a ton of lead,
Wiggle - you can raise the dead.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,
Wiggle 'til you vomit fire,
Wiggle 'til it whispers, wiggle 'til it hums,
Wiggle 'til it answers, wiggle 'til it comes.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like satin and silk,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a pail of milk,
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, rattle and shake,
Wiggle like a big fat snake.



I wonder what Bob had on his mind? Maybe it's about Jim Bakker or something.