Sunday, July 27, 2014

Song of the Day: Hall and Oates: I can't go for that

Hall and Oates
I can't go for that



Lyrics

Easy, ready, willing, overtime
Where does it stop
Where do you dare me
To draw the line
You've got the body
Now you want my soul
Don't even think about it
Say no go
I-- I 'll do anything
That you want me to do
And I'll do almost anything
That you want me too, ooh
But I can't go for that, (No can do)
No, I can't go for that, (No can do)
Oh, I can't go for that, (No can do)
I can't go for that
Can't go for that
Can't go for that
I can go for being twice as nice
I can go for just repeating
The same old lines
Use the body
Now you want my soul
Ooh, forget about it
Now say no go
I-- I'll do anything
That you want me to do
And I'll do almost anything
That you want me to do
But I can't go for that, (No can do)
No, I can't go for that, (No can do)
Oh, I can't go for that, (No can do)
I can't go for that
Can't go for that
Can't go for that
Oh, I-- I'll do anything
That you want me to do
And I'll do almost anything
That you want me to do
But I can't go for that, (No can do)
No, I can't go for that, (No can do)
Oh, I can't go for that, (No can do)
I can't go for that
Can't go for that
Can't go for that
Can't go for that
I can't go for that
Can't go for that (No can do)
I can't go
I can't go--
For that, (No can do)
Oh, I can't go for that, (No can do)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no can do
Oh, I can't go for that, yeah, (No can do)
No, no, no, no, no, no

Songwriters
John Oates, Daryl Hall, Sara Allen

Song of the Day: The Undertones, Teenage Kicks

The Undertones
Teenage Kicks

John Peel's favorite song of all time. When John heard this on the radio after it went mainstream (i.e. played on shows other than his own) he was brought to tears.




Lyrics

A teenage dream's so hard to beat
Every time she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over cos I'm all alone
I need excitement, oh I need it bad
And it's the best I've ever had
I wanna holdher, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
Alright
A teenage dream's so hard to beat
Every time she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over cos I'm all alone
I need excitement, oh I need it bad
And it's the best I've ever had
I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
Alright
I wanna hold her, wanna hold hertight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
Alright

Songwriters
O'NEILL, JOHN JOSEPH

Song of the Day: The In Crowd, Mango Walk

The In Crowd
Mango Walk



Lyrics

My brother did a-tell me that you go mango walk,
You go mango walk, you go mango walk,
My brother did a-tell me that you go mango walk
And steal all the number 'leven.

Now tell me, Joe, do tell me for true,
Do tell me for true, do tell me,
That you don't go to no mango walk
And steal all the number 'leven.

I tell you, Sue, I tell you for true,
I tell you for true, I tell you
That I don't go to no mango walk
And steal all the number 'leven.

Song of the Day: The Jam, Start

The Jam - Start



Lyrics

It's not important for you to know my name
Nor I to know yours
If we communicate for two minutes only
It will be enough
For knowing that someone in this world
Feels as desperate as me
And what you give is what you get.

It doesn't matter if we never meet again,
What we have said will always remain.
If we get through for two minutes only,
It will be a start!
For knowing that someone in this life,
Loves with a passion called hate
And what you give is what you get.

If I never ever see you -
If I never ever see you -

Monday, January 21, 2013

Song of the Day: Come on Up to the House by Tom Waits

The lyrics alone are worth the price of admission, the melody is icing on the cake.

(from Wikipedia): Waits has a distinctive voice, described by critic Daniel Durchholz as sounding "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car."



Lyrics

Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack-ing
Come on up to the house

All your cryin' don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
You got-ta come on up to the house

(This is the chorus)
Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' thru
You got-ta come on up to the house

There's no light in the tunnel
No irons in the fire
Come on up... to the house
And your singin' lead soprano
In a junkman's choir
You got-ta come on up to the house

Doesn't life seem nasty, brutish and short?
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Got-ta come on up to the house, yeah

Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' thru
You got-ta come on up to the house

There's nothin' in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
and you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
gotta come on up to the house
well you're high on top
of your mountain of woe
gotta come on up to the house
well you know you should surrender
but you can't let go
you gotta come on up to the house

Gotta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' thru
You got-ta come on up to the house
Gotta come on up to the house
You gotta come on up to the houuuuuse yeeeeeeeaaaahhhhh!!!!!