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18 Sep 01 - 01:25 AM (#552950) Subject: Turn it Up to the threshold of pain From: Tom French About 25 years ago, I head Bob Zentz and Ken Hicks belt out a hilarious song about the joys of loud electric music. The chorus went somewhat as follows:
Turn it up to the threshold of pain! Does anyone know the exact chorus and verses? |
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18 Sep 01 - 08:52 AM (#553121) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Turn it Up to the threshold of pain From: kendall send him an e mail and ask. Zentzfolk@aol.com |
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23 Aug 09 - 06:18 PM (#2706900) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Turn it Up to the threshold of pain From: GUEST,Fast Eddie I heard it too, many years ago and never found the lyrics. I remember the refrain being: "Turn it up, to the threshold of pain... Turn it up, till the neighbors complain... Turn it up, till youve got to change your name to stay in the neighborhood... Cause when you play it loud it feels so good! |
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22 Jan 11 - 11:20 PM (#3080429) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Turn it Up to the threshold of pain From: GUEST,Will Johnson I heard this from Roy Atkinson, I always thought he'd written it. But the chorus when he sang it was "Turn it up, to the threshold of pain, Turn it up, til your neighbors complain, Turn it up, til you gotta change your name To stay in the neighborhood, Cause when you play it loud it sounds so good." |
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19 Feb 14 - 09:47 PM (#3603041) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Turn it Up to the threshold of pain From: GUEST,Guest who heard Roy I remember some of the last verse: I have a friend who (something) He had a house with no ( something), had a house with no heat But he's got a generator and a gallon of gas (Spoken) And for one hour a day he lets the stereo blast and sings Chorus |
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22 Jan 18 - 12:32 AM (#3900978) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Turn it Up to the threshold of pain From: GUEST,Dennis D'Asaro I heard this from the writer, Jim Ritchey, probably in the '80s. Roy A. learned it from me. I was just trying to pull up the lyrics. The entries above have helped. Obviously my synthesis below is not spot-on. There is a thing I will discourse on----never did quite get the words nailed because (where I have duplicate references to the living room, which is probably not correct) there was a similarity in those two lines in the original. In such cases I sometimes have trouble memorizing the entire song! I end up making up parts of it every time I sing it. I had a friend in the good old days Before he got crazy and moved away We'd sit in the living room drinkin' warm beer Listenin' to the reggae and ruinin' our ears We'd sit in the living room down on the floor Once his young pretty wife was not around any more Eatin' shrimp and potatoes and drinkin' warm wine Listenin' to the disco and ruinin' our minds My friend got religion and moved to the east In a shack without plumbing and a house with no heat But he's got a generator and a gallon of gas And for an hour a day he lets the stereo blast |