Thursday, January 31, 2013

ATF: Baker and Main

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.



Baker Street
Gerry Rafferty
Windin’ your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people
But it's
Got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin'
You're tryin' now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're cryin'
You're cryin' now

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door
He's got that look on his face
And he asks you
Where have you been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything
He's got this dream about buyin' some land
He's gonna
Bive up the booze and the one night stands
And then he'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin'
Cause he's rollin'
He's the rollin' stone
And when you wake up it's a new mornin’
The sun is shining
It's a new morning
But you're goin’
You're goin’ home



Main Street
Bob Seger
I remember standin’ on the corner at midnight
Tryin’ to get my courage up
There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown
I loved to watch her do her stuff
Through the long lonely nights
She filled my sleep
Her body softly swayin’
To that smoky beat
Down on Main Street
Down on Main Street

In the pool halls
The hustlers
And the losers
I used to watch 'em through the glass
Well I'd stand outside at closin’ time
Just to watch her walk on past
Unlike all the other ladies
She looked so young and sweet
As she made her way alone
Down that empty street
Down on Main Street
Down on Main Street

And sometimes even now
When I'm feelin’ lonely and beat
I drift back in time
And I find my feet
Down on Main Street
Down on Main Street
Down on Main Street
Down on Main Street
Down on Main Street
Down on Main Street

Lyrics From: [A-Z Lyrics Universe]

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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Good, Great and Glorious Ads


Since not everyone has been as appreciative of my efforts with the Good, Bad and Ugly Ads series as they should be, it seemed prudent to shake things up a bit from time to time.  Hence, Good, Great and Glorious Ads, as well as Bad, Ugly and Awful Ads.  Oh, and if these new approaches are still not to your complete and utter satisfaction, I would tell you what you can do with the point of your view if saying things like that did not now leave such a bitter taste in my mouth.  Therefore, be ye thankful!

GOOD

GREAT

GLORIOUS

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

TFT: The Isley Brothers


Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair while others will be quite obviously fervent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.


Shout
The Isley Brothers
Well
You know you make me wanna
Shout
Kick my heels up and
Shout
Throw my hands up and
Shout
Throw my head back and
Shout
Come on now
Shout
Don't forget to say you will
Don't forget to say
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Say you will
Say it right now baby
Say you will
Come on
Come on
Say you will
Say it
Will you
Say you will
You got it now
Say
Say that you love me
Say
Say that you need me
Say
Say that you want me
Say
You wanna please me
Say
Come on now
Say
Come on now
Say
Come on now
Say
Come on now
Say

I still remember
Shooby-doo-wop-do-wop-wop-wop-wop
When you used to be nine years old
Shooby-doo-wop-do-wop-wop-wop-wop
Yeah yeah
I was a fool for you
From the bottom of my soul
Yeah
Shooby-doo-wop-do-wop-wop-wop-wop
Now that you've grown up
Shooby-doo-wop-do-wop-wop-wop-wop
Enough to know
Yeah yeah
Shooby-doo-wop-do-wop-wop-wop-wop
You wanna leave me
You wanna, let me go
Shooby-doo-wop-do-wop

I want you to know
I said I want you to know right now
Yeah
You been good to me baby
Better than I’ve been to myself
Hey hey
And if you ever leave me
I don't want nobody else
Hey hey
I said I want you to know
Hey
I said I want you to know right now
Hey hey

You know you make me wanna
Shout
Hey yeah
Shout
Yeah yeah yeah
Shout
All right
Shout
All right
Shout
Come on now
Shout
Come on now
Shout
yeah yeah yeah
Shout
yeah yeah yeah
Shout
Yeah yeah yeah
Shout
Yeah yeah yeah
Shout
All all-right
Shout
It's all all-right
Shout
All all-right
Shout
All all-right
Aaah

Now wait a minute
I feel all right
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ooooooh
Now that I got my woman
I feel all right
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Every time I think about you
You been so good to me

You know you make me wanna
Shout
Lift my heels up and
Shout
Throw my head back and
Shout
Kick my heels up and
Shout
Come on now
Shout
Take it easy
Shout
Take it easy
Shout
Take it easy
Higher
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit softer now
Shout
A little bit louder now
Shout
A little bit louder now
Shout
A little bit louder now
Shout
A little bit louder now
Shout
A little bit louder now
Shout
A little bit louder now
Shout
A little bit louder now
Shout
A little bit louder now
Shout
A little bit louder now
Wooo
Shout
A little bit louder now
Wooo
Shout
A little bit louder now
Wooo
Shout
A little bit louder now
Shout
Hey hey a-hey
Hey hey a-hey
Hey-a a-hey
Hey-a hey-a
Hey-a hey-a
Hey-a hey-a
Hey-a hey-a
Hey-a hey-a

Jump now
Jump up and shout now
Wooo
Jump up and shout now
Wooo
Jump up and shout now
Wooo
Jump up and shout now
Wooo
Jump up and shout now
Wooo
Everybody shout now
Everybody shout now
Everybody
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout


Love The One You’re With
The Isley Brothers
If you're down
And confused
And you don't remember
Who you're talkin' to
Concentration
Slips away
‘Cause your baby
Is so far away

Well there's a rose
In a fisted glove
And the eagle flies
With the dove
And if you can't be
With the one you love
Honey
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with

Don't be angry
Don't be sad
Don't sit cryin'
Talkin’ ‘bout the good times you've had
There's a girl
Right next to you
And she's just waitin’
For something you do

Well there's a rose
In a fisted glove
And the eagle flies
With the dove
And if you can't be
With the one you love
Honey
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with

Love the one you’re with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with

Why don’t you learn
To turn your heartache
Right into joy
She's a girl
And you're a boy
Get it together
And make it nice
Ain't gonna need
Need
Anymore advice

Hey there's a rose
In a fisted glove
And the eagle flies
With the dove
Sometimes you can’t be
With the one you love
Honey
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with
You gotta
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with
You gotta
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with
You gotta
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with
You gotta
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with
You gotta
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with
You gotta
Love the one you're with
You gotta
Love the one you’re with

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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Monday, January 28, 2013

Come Monday...Let'em Have It

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

***WARNING***
If you are still hyper-sensitive over Sandy Hook and other such tragedies, you might do well to skip this piece.  On the other hand, if you are concerned about there not being enough gun controls in place in America, you might be encouraged by what someone like myself now thinks.


If you don't recognize it, Santa is blasting away with a vintage [Thompson sub-machine gun].  Oh my, would I ever love to have one, and it troubles me greatly that it may become illegal for someone like myself to buy one.

No, I would not have any practical use for the Thompson.  For I am not physically able to take it out in the woods and see how much stuff I could put a hole or twenty in.

Just to be clear, I am talking about putting holes in trees, garbage and whatnot.  For I have never shot any living thing just for the “sport” of shooting it, and a full-auto weapon would more than likely ruin too much of the meat to use it as a hunting weapon of even something as large as a grizzly bear.

Besides, I couldn’t afford to take it out to play with—even if I was still physically able to do so.  For a quick look around the internet found .45 ACP ammo at 40 cents a round at the cheapest, and I cannot imagine me having enough discipline to fire off anything less than a thousand rounds with a weapon like that, if I had that much ammo on hand, which would amount to around $400.00 dollars per recess!

No, my wife and I do not live in an area where zombies are likely to try to get at us.  So, the use of the Thompson for home defense is a little far-fetched.

Nonetheless, a law-abiding citizen of the United States of America should be able to arm themselves as they see fit as long as they do not pose a threat to any other law-abiding citizen.  After all, do we not still live in the land of the free?

On the other hand, something needs to be done.  For there are an awful lot of people now living in this country, who are genuinely terrified of the thought of anyone other than trained law-enforcement and military personnel in the pursuit of their duties possessing a firearm of any kind, and unless the [NRA] starts acting like they really care about their concerns, I can see where it will become illegal for a private citizen to possess a firearm of any kind.

No, I do not have a problem with what I know of the [gun control measures] that President Obama is now proposing.  For I grew up when even our pump and semi-auto shotguns had to have a magazine plug in place to keep them from holding more than three rounds.  If I remember right, high-powered hunting rifles could not hold more than five rounds, and we didn’t feel threatened by anyone or anything.

Yes, “they” will want more.  For no new much-tighter restrictions on handguns are currently being addressed, but with the NRA acting like they really do want what can be lived with in peace by all parties concerned, it should make it easier to hold the line when it really needs to be held.

Alas, has not the NRA started acting more and more like far too many big-time labor unions?  For they appear to not give a rip about anything other than what they say is right, which can border on the ridiculous to a much great extent than even a gun-nut like myself is comfortable with.

Yes, if I had great concerns over America becoming an oppressive police-state much sooner than later, I might feel differently, but I don’t think so.  For fighting anything but a guerilla war against the oppressive forces, which could be waged quite nicely with actual hunting rifles and shotguns until enough weaponry could be captured, would be suicidal.  Come on now, what are even fully militarized M-16s going to accomplish against Abrams battle tanks and Pershing fighting vehicles—not to mention Apache gunships?

Regarding a related issue, be assured that more needs to be done to address mental-health issues.  Just look at what happened to Full-Auto Santa.


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