"one of these days i'm going to cut you into little pieces

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ok, so some of you recognized the line from a pink floyd song…

from ‘meddle’, “one of these days”

good job.

or maybe some of you thought i was pissed about something or someone.

anyway, i am just writing about how certain lyrics creap into my mind each day.

i can’t control it, they just show up. like an impulse, or a memory…but they are always with me-each song i have heard.

i can be at work and all of a sudden i will start singing to myself, or hearing the guitar riff.

pink floyd stays with me. i think it’s not just me…

i want to talk about timeless music. music that endures the ages.

i am at work and i feel a floyd moment…

“a cloud of eider down draws around me softening the sound; sleepy time and i lie with my love by my side and she’s breathing low…when night comes down you lock the door, the book falls to the floor…now wakes the hour, now sleeps the swan, behold the dream, the dream is gone.”

or another floyd number (no matter to my mind-they are all relics);
“you say the hill’s too steep to climb…-try me-…you say you’d like to see me try,… -climbing-…
you pick the place and i’ll chose the time, and i’ll climb that hill in my own way, just wait awhile for the right day, and as i rise above the tree line and the clouds i look down, hear the sound of the things you said today…
…fearless the idiot faced the crowd smiling…
…go down in your own way, and everday is the right day…>>>”

to you: what lyrics stick with you and/or pop in your head when you least expect it/ or most expect it??

reaching for a peach in san tropez,

jm

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All of them. Honestly, my brain fires so randomly some days, I trip over in the street.

Right now; ‘although it took six years… the werhmacht never got in here.’ no idea. The Fall.

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Maybe that line was uttered by someone looking at a cake.

Which reminds me… A man goes to have a sex change operation and is lying on the operating table when the surgeon performing the operation enters the room. He walks over, addressess the man’s dick and says, ‘Well old boy, I’m afraid it’s curtains for you.’

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sweet buttercup,

they all seep in there for a reason. even if all at once, you can focus on one, unless of course you are good at multitasking on the sublevel. better for you to enjoy many tunes at once.

i prefer to let one out/or in at a time whilst singing or bobbing my head to it. it’s all in my head though. i just know i get this glue of the good stuff stuck to me and it creaps in and creaps out when it wants. thats fine though, because i enjoy it. i may get a strange look when someone had the radio playing the who? and i am singing the what! yeah, thats right, the what you just said, miss or sir.

jm

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tom hill, my friend,

i prefer my cake to be cut into big pieces.

all the better to enjoy, my dear.

cut em big, and give me a corner piece, because i like the frosting.

don’t flop it on my plate either,…set it there gently and then give it a good wollop of ice cream. yeah, that’s right, ice cream, and it better not get to me while it’s warm and runny, dude. so make it snappy.

sugar dependant, and externally stimulated,

jm

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I got a weird one that started when I was a kid riding my bicycle, surfboard under one arm, into a strong wind. Whenever I’m riding a bicycle into a strong wind, it always returns. It’s quite a mellow tune and always has the effect of soothing my annoyance and raising a smile.

How the winds are laughing,
they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer’s night.

Mind you, it’s a particularly weird song.

[quote]Donna, Donna, Donna. Joan Baez.
On a waggon bound for market
there’s a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there’s a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky.

How the winds are laughing,
they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer’s night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.

"Stop complaining!“ said the farmer,
Who told you a calf to be?
Why don’t you have wings to fly with,
like the swallow so proud and free? + Chorus

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
like the swallow has learned to fly. + Chorus[/quote]

HG

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“Love Me to Death” by the Mission UK

[quote]Let me come inside your ivory tower
Let me come inside your hallowed walls
God, it’s heaven in here
Fix me with your hand of grace
Fix me with your touch of precious thrill
Your fingers dance across my skin
Reaching out for the pride of man

Hand in hand, flesh in flesh
We’re walking through the fire of love
Breath by breath, and flame by flame
We burn 'til the sun rises and shines hard
Love comes gushing, love runs free
My love comes all over you
My love comes for you

Love me to death, my flower
Run barefoot through my hair
Naked on my lips
Love me to death, my precious
Smother me with kisses
Drown me in your waves of flowing sweetness

Hold me dear, and bury me deep
Bless me with your word of savage honour
We love more by fate than design
So give me your hands and I’ll gladly give you my life
A flower that sways in the breeze
You must be stronger than the winds that blow you away

Love me to death, my precious
Run barefoot through my hair
Dance wild on my lips
Love me to death, my flower
Lay me down on your bed of petals
Cover me with your honey, my blossom

Love me to death
Love me to death
Love me to death, my flower
Love me to death, my treasure
Run barefoot through my hair
Dance wild on my heart
Love me to death, my precious
Love me to death, my love
Turn and taint and punish me softly
Softly love me to death
Love me to death.
[/quote]

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I do spend a fair proportion of my day sitting at my desk singing to myself “I-I-I’m comfortably numb.”

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whoa, so cool HGC,

that’s what i’m talking about. the lyrics that stay with you.

joan b? don’t get me started. i might have to get her stuff out now, thanks a lot, it’s late you know, here in my villa?

ok, fine, joan it is.

i do love her soooothing voice so…

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well, interestingly (at least to me) irishstu, you make a good point,

what i meant in my original post when i said “i think i am not alone” and i think “some music endures the ages” or something like that…concurs with your statement…

i grew up in the 70’s/80’s and pink floyd along with zeppelin, ac/dc, etc, were my idols. we listened to “the wall” with great furvor and relish and baketude for many baked moons…

but many years later in my life, (like a whole generation later-me at 35 then[no longer 15]) it dawned on me as i worked in a group home for teens. i still adored hearing tunes clipped from ‘the wall’ on the radio, and occasionally i would play it at home…

to my amazement, and endearment, these kids were listening to pink floyd, “the wall” in their rooms during their own personal time. it struck me that this music was not just for my age, but for all ages. i found it so grand. that they found something in this music too, 20 years after it came out.

perhaps just like people in the 80’s found so much joy after hearing something from the 60’s-the yardbirds, creme, van morrison, the beatles, the mamas & the papas, etc.

anyway, i saw it as a connection between the generations. music can and does connect the ages.

what i considered contemporary, the kids in my home considered classic and therefore treasured it for their own reasons, yet still treasured it.

that was cool.

they will think back on those same licks and lyrics yet with different contexts and circumstances, yet they are the same songs. only we have changed, “the wall” remains the same. we all bring to it and take from it, and thanks to it for all.

jm

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ok HGC,

it’s joan singing, but it’s a bob song; on a double live cd of joans’ i adore;

and it may seem dorky but it comes back to me at different times…

may god(/buddha/allah/jah) bless you and keep you always
may your wishes all come true.
may you always do for others and let others do for you
may you build a ladder to the stars, and climb on every rock, and
may you stay forever young…
may you grow up to be righteous
may you grow up to be true
may you always know the truth and see the light surrounding you
may you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong and
may you stay forever young…

may your hands always be busy
may your feet always be swift
may you have a strong foundation when the winds change their shift
may your heart always be joyful
may your song always be sung and
may you stay forever young…

i’ve been in the presence of both bob d. and joan b. at different occasions. both were wonderful. and it adds to the fact that i hear them in my mind very often.

they stick with me, thank goodness.

jm

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Actually, Dona, Dona, Dona was written in Yiddish for the theater piece “Esterke” (1940/41). The text was written by Aaron Zeitlin (1889-1973), and the music was written by Sholom Secunda (1894-1974), which adds an altogther other eery layer to it.

HG