Showing posts with label Patti Smith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patti Smith. Show all posts

Thursday, March 27, 2014

ATF: Springsteenistic

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.



Blinded by the Light
Manfred Mann
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

Madman drummers
Bummers
Indians in the summer
With a teenage diplomat
In the dumps
With the mumps
As the adolescent pumps
His way into his hat
With a boulder
On my shoulder
Feelin' kinda older
I tripped
The merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin'
Sneezin'
And wheezin’
The calliope crashed to the ground

The calliope crashed to the ground

But she was

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

Some silicone sister
With a manager mister
Told me I got what it takes
She said
I'll turn you on sonny
To something strong
Play the song
With the funky break
And go-cart Mozart
Was checkin' out the weather chart
To see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Pearly
Came by in his curly-whirly
And asked me if I needed a ride

Asked me if I needed a ride

But she was

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

She got down
But she never got tired
She's gonna make it
Through the night
She's gonna make it
Through the night

Mama always told me
Not to look into the eye's of the sun
But mama
That's where the fun is

But she was

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Madman drummers
Bummers
Revved up like a deuce
Indians in the summer
Another runner in the night
With a teenage diplomat
Blinded by the light
In the dumps
With the mumps
Revved up like deuce
As the adolescent pumps
Another runner in the night
His way into his hat
Blinded by the light
With a boulder
On my shoulder
Feelin' kinda older
Revved up like a deuce
I tripped
The merry-go-round
Another runner in the night
With this very unpleasin'
Blinded by the light
Sneezin'
Revved up like a deuce
And wheezin’
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded by the light
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded by the night
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded in the night
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded in the night
Blinded
Revved up like a deuce
Blinded
Another runner in the night
Blinded
Blinded in the night

She got down
But she never got tired
She's gonna make it
Through the night



Because the Night
Patti Smith
Take me now baby
Here as I am
Pull me close
Try and understand
Desire is hunger
Is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet
On which we feed

Come on now
Try and understand
The way I feel
When I’m in your hands
Take my hand
Come undercover
They can’t hurt you now
Can’t hurt you now
Can’t hurt you now

Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to love
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to us

Have I doubt
When I’m alone
Love is a ring
The telephone
Love is an angel
Disguised as lust
Here in our bed
Until the morning comes

Come on now
Try and understand
The way I feel
Under your command
Take my hand
As the sun descends
They can’t touch you now
Can’t touch you now
Can’t touch you now

Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to love
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to us

With love
We sleep
With doubt
The vicious circle
Turns
And burns
Without you
I cannot live
Forgive
The yearning
Burning
I believe
It’s time
Too real
To feel
So touch me now
Touch me now
Touch me now

Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to love
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to us
Because tonight
There are two lovers
If we believe
In the night we trust
Because tonight
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to love
Because the night
Belongs to lovers
Because the night
Belongs to us
If we believe
Belongs to lovers
If we believe
In the night we trust
Because the night
Belongs to lovers…

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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Monday, October 24, 2011

Come Monday...Grantland


“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).


From the featured image above, it should be rather obvious that [Grantland] is not just another sports site.  On second thought, this could be a picture of some of the Denver Broncos fans who have been screaming for the management to make [Tim Teabow] the starting quarterback.  After all, times have been rather lean for the team lately.

No, the image is actually from an article on some new television series, which you will be taken to if you will click on it.  The article is just one very fine example of what a treasure Grantland truly is.

Of course, not all of my readers are as culturally sophisticated as I am, but the online magazine has plenty of pictures for the enjoyment of those who are not.  Hey, they even provide videos for those with minds that wander!


Yep, there is something for just about everyone on Grantland.  Probably not for [Adullamite], nor [Lavender], but I did preface this with “just about everyone.”

If you need further convincing, click on the image of Patti Smith below, and I think you will see what I mean.  For other than what she did with [Because The Night], I am not a fan of Patti Smith, but the article made me wonder if maybe I should be.