Thursday, August 1, 2013

ATF: Southern Fried Brits

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make.  I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



Hey Hey What Can I Do
Led Zepplein
Wanna tell you about the girl I love
My she looks so fine
She’s the only one that I’ve been dreamin’ of
Maybe someday she will be all mine
I wanna tell her that I love her so
I thrill with her every touch
I need to tell her
She’s the only one I really love

I got a woman
Wanna ball all day
I got a woman
She won’t be true
No
I got a woman
Stay drunk all the time
I said I got a little woman
And she won’t be true

Sunday mornin’ when we go down to church
See the menfolk standin’ in line
They say they come to pray to the Lord
But when my little girl looks so fine
In the evenin’ when the sun is sinkin’ low
Everybody’s with the one they love
I walk the town
Keep a-searchin’ all around
Lookin’ for my street corner girl

I got a woman
Wanna ball all day
I got a woman
She won’t be true
No no
I got a woman
Stay drunk all the time
I said I got a little woman
And she won’t be true

In the bars
With the men who play guitars
Singin’
Drinkin’
And rememberin’ the time
My little lover does a midnight shift
She’s followed around all the time
I guess there’s just one thing left for me to do
Gonna pack my bags
And move on my way
‘Cause I got a worried mind
Sharin’ what I thought was mine
Gonna leave her where the guitars play

I got a woman
She won’t be true
No no
I got a woman
Wanna ball all day
Yeah yeah
No no
I got a woman
Stay drunk all the time
I got a little woman
And she won’t be true

Hey hey
What can I do
I said she won’t be true
No
Yeah
No
Yeah
No
Yeah
No
Yeah
No
Hey hey
What can I do
No
Yeah
No
Hey hey
What can I do
Keep on
Keep on
Keep on
Keep on
Hey hey
What can I do
Keep on
Keep on
Hey hey
What can I do
Hey hey
What can I do
Hey hey
What can I do…



Wish You Were Here
Pink Floyd
So
So you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail
A smile from a veil
Do you think you can tell
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
And cold comfort for change
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage

How I wish
How I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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4 comments:

  1. So is that what you've been up to, keepin' on! You know what song is still playing in my head right?!

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  2. Now that's some great stuff!!!! :)

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  3. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Karen!!! Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon?

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  4. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! I am really glad your enjoyed this. Alas, I may very well be as daft as Adullamite suspects, but both of them sound almost like American country/western tunes to me. Hence, the reason why I referred to them as being southern fried.

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