Song Lyric Sunday (1 December 2019) – Facial Beauty

Last week, Jim (NewEpicAuthor, A Unique Title For Me) set the subject of Thanksgiving (my choice). This week he gives us the subject of facial beauty.

I must admit that I swerved this week. I find with SLS that I will often think of a song as soon as I read the challenge, and after that, it is difficult to get that song out of my head. So I have to try and force myself to think of other songs that might fit. The song I am actually going to present, I’ve had it in my mind for a few days, but only last night decided to use it instead. So here I am, on a Sunday morning, rewriting my SLS post.

This week I started off with a song that some of us might remember, because it was a hit on both sides of the Atlantic. But I’m going to drop that tune – I’ll use it another week – for something that is more British – you might know the band but probably not the tune – which comes with a tiny personal story.

Back in the early nineties, I lived in Oxford, UK. My first job. I gradually built up a circle of buddies that I would sometimes meet of an evening at the local bar. As we were in a thriving university city, there were lots to choose from.

One of the guys I met, I’ll call him Red for the purposes of this piece, seemed like a nice enough chap and over time, he too became a buddy, within the context of that bar. In those days, lots of alcohol helped break down the barriers.

There came a time when my rental expired, and I was looking for somewhere new to live. Red was an architect, about ten years older than me, was a few steps further up the ladder, he had already bought himself a house but was looking to rent out some rooms in it to help pay the bills. So, we did each other a favour and I moved into Red’s house.

Red and I had been buddies in this bar. But, you know, a bar was something for after work. During the working day, I had a proper job to go to. Living with him, however, I soon discovered that drink was Red’s life. In fact, his day started at lunchtime, when he would get up and head out for a bar someplace, he would drink all afternoon and would come home, drunk, at any time in the evening or night. Off to bed, to repeat the cycle the next day.

Red’s finest hour was when he came home once in the evening, having been drinking all afternoon, then decided to go out shopping. Before he left, he had a cigarette in his bedroom, and put it out, not quite completely, then tipped his ashtray into his waste paper basket. I was just about to have a relaxing bath after work, and as I saw the smoke, as the the Fire Department arrived, I had to evacuate the house wearing only my dressing gown! That day, Red caused tens of thousands of damage. Fortunately the fire was put out before it got past his bedroom, so nothing of mine was damaged, although Red lost a lot.

And so today’s song, it’ll come as no surprise that it reminds me of Red. It is approximately from the era, but when I first heard the song, it just fitted Red like a glove.

The Beautiful South were active for a large part of my adult life, from 1988 to 2007. I always liked them, and have several of their albums, which they would release at intervals during my main music-buying years. Old Red Eyes Is Back is a song from 1992. It was written by The South themselves, by Paul Heaton and Dave Rotheray, and released as a single which was a minor hit, reaching #22 in the UK chart. As far as I can tell it was never released in the US, I would expect not based on its UK performance. But, it is a pleasant listen nevertheless, and its words tell a story.

Old Red eyes is back
Red from the night before the night before
Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door

Old Red’s in town
And sitting late at night he doesn’t make a sound
Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown

They’re only red from all the tears that I should’ve shed
They’re only red from all the women that I could’ve wed
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue

Listen up Old Red
You never listened to a word the doctor said
He told you if you drank another you’d be dead

Old Red Eyes is back
His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore
He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw

They’re only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head
They’re only red from all the things I could have done instead
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue

Blue is a street without an end
Red is the colour of my hell
Blue is a greeting from a friend
Red is the colour of farewell

Old Red he died
And every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side
A lazy little tear running from each eye
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue

Paul Heaton, Dave Rotheray

Song Lyric Sunday (24 November 2019) – Thanksgiving

Last week, Jim (NewEpicAuthor, A Unique Title For Me) set the subject of modal verbs (my choice). This week he gives us the subject of Thanksgiving.

I saw bounty and thought, jeez, one helluva task this week, but I got to food and relaxed. All the best songs are about food!

This one probably needs a little explanation. If you’re West Indian, or British, you’ll know the song as soon as I explain that a dutchie is a large cooking pot. The rest is actually quite easy – It a goh bun (it’s gonna burn), it a goh dun (it’s done, complete). After that, my choice makes perfect sense (to me!).

For those of you who follow my tick-tock posts, I think I will have more to say on the subject of the Birmingham, UK band Musical Youth, but for now, please enjoy their debut hit, Pass The Dutchie. This was released in 1982, when I myself was in my early teens, and was written and produced the band. This one reaching #1 in the UK, and in several other countries, and #10 on the Billboard Hot 100.

This generation
Rules the nation
With version

Music happen to be the food of love
Sounds to really make you rub and scrub
[scatting] I say

Pass the Dutchie ‘pon the left hand side
Pass the Dutchie ‘pon the left hand side
It a goh bun, give me music, make me jump and prance
It a goh dun, give me the music, make me rockin’ at the dance
(Jah know!)

It was a cool and lonely breezy afternoon
You could feel it cause it was the month of June
So I left my gate and went out for a walk
As I pass the dreadlocks’ camp I heard them say

[chorus]

So I stopped to find out what was going on
‘Cos the spirit of Jah, you know he leads you on
There was a ring of dreads and a session was there in swing
You could feel the chill as I seen and heard them say

[chorus]

Cause me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist
Me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist, I say

[chorus]

You play it on the radio
A so me say, we a go hear it on the stereo
A so me know you a go play it on the disco
A so me say we a go hear it on the stereo

[chorus]

I say east, say west, say north and south
This is gonna really make us jump and shout

Musical Youth

Song Lyric Sunday – Part II

I couldn’t resist posting my earlier song on Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday, although the significance is probably lost if you’re not in the UK (or maybe even if you are, CC 😃). I might be tempted to say how lucky you are, but somehow, I’m not so sure… But please, if you’re all music’d out for today, just skip this post, it’s not important.

One band I have always liked is the Beach Boys, I just associate them with optimism, surf, summer, sunshine…all good aspects of life. So I thought it would be nice to post something of theirs to chillax to on a Sunday evening – this is very different to my song earlier. This track was written in 1964, and in common with many Beach Boys songs, was a collaboration between Brian Wilson and Roger Christian. On this particular track, there were even more collaborators, who I’ve listed below. Wilson is quoted as saying that he wrote this song based on his favourite song, Be My Baby, by the Ronnettes. So whilst earlier I posted a do, here is a don’t:

Well it’s been building up inside of me
For oh I don’t know how long
I don’t know why
But I keep thinking
Something’s bound to go wrong

But she looks in my eyes
And makes me realize
And she says “don’t worry, baby”
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby

I guess I should’ve kept my mouth shut
When I started to brag about my car
But I can’t back down now because
I pushed the other guys too far

She makes me come alive
And makes me wanna drive
When she says “don’t worry, baby”
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby

She told me “Baby, when you race today
Just take along my love with you
And if you knew how much I loved you
Baby, nothing could go wrong with you”

Oh what she does to me
When she makes love to me
And she says “don’t worry, baby”
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Everything will turn out alright

Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby
Don’t worry, baby

Brian Wilson, Henry Medress, Jay Siegel, Mitchell Margo, Philip Margo, Roger Christian