Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
My first choice would have been "I'll Cover You," from Rent, but the other person whose opinion matters does not like that song.
Man, I would love to have that for my wedding song! But it's an awkward tempo for dancing, I think. God, I love that song. It kind of makes me mist up even just thinking about it.
This is my "funniest" misunderstood lyrics song.
I still remember two classmates of my sister's (which would make it fall of '80/winter of '81, don't remember when volleyball season was) going on about AC/DC's "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap": "'Dirty deeds. Thunder chief.' What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
1980 B-52s: gotta go "Strobe Light", mang.
But it's an awkward tempo for dancing, I think.
That was what Patrick said. He also doesn't like the voice of the actor who played Angel on the cast recording I have.
We ended up getting a band anyhow.
I finally checked for my year I was born.
Sticky Fingers. Blue. Tupelo Honey. I am spoiled for choice.
::preens about being born in 1971::
Before I realized the chorus was "games without frontiers" in French, I thought they were saying "she's so pop-u-lar" but then a friend explained NO it was "she's so funky. yeah."
That's Kate Bush (edit: doing the BVs), and she's saying "jeux sans frontiers" (did I get that right? It's "games without frontiers" in French)
That's Kate Bush (edit: doing the BVs), and she's saying "jeux sans frontiers" (did I get that right? It's "games without frontiers" in French)
yup. and I *swear to you* that it sounds like a snotty french girl saying "she's so pop- U - lar.". I swear.
We don't penalize for spelling (frontières); how much did you wager, Jon? </Alex Trebek>
"Love Stinks" was 1980, too, speaking of Boston. (Jon's city; I don't talk about that band.)
I was still in Manhattan in 1980 so I don't talk about them either.
(I bump into Peter Wolf occasionally. He is scary looking).
She's *not* saying pop-u-lar?!
DAAAAMN. You know what? I'm going to continue to believe that she is.