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Tuesday Tunes @ The Music Memoirs
Cat: Year of the Cat - Al Stewart
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat.
Fish: The theme from "The Andy Griffith Show", aka "The Fishin' Hole". There were two versions, a sung one, and the famous "whistle version" you heard at the beginning of each show. Heck, you can even see Andy an' Opie with their poles headin' down to their fishin' place!
Dog: Hey Bulldog - The Beatles
Hey bulldog (woof), hey bulldog, hey bulldog
Hey man who's that boy?
Woof!
Wha'd'ya say?
I said woof!
D'y' know any more?
Wooo-wa ah! Ha ha!
You got him! Get him! ... Get him man! ... Get him! You got him!...
Quiet boy, quiet! (okay) Quiet!
Hey bulldog...
Comical: The Lumberjack Song - Monty Python
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
Pretentious: Just the title of Fiona Apple's album...
When The Pawn Hits The Conflicts He Thinks Like A King What He Knows Throws The Blows When He Goes To The Fight And He'll Win The Whole Thing 'Fore He Enters The Ring There's No Body To Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand And Remember That Depth Is The Greatest Of Heights And If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where To Land And If You Fall It Won't Matter, 'Cause You'll Know That You're Right.
All artists of all ilk have a bit of pretention don't they? And that isn't necessarily a bad thing in every case. Anyway, that said, I love Fiona, but yes, that album title alone wins for pretention. I mean WHAT?!
Intelligent: Anything written by Bob Dylan.
Park: The Rain, The Park, and Other Things - The Cowsills
I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn't seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me...
Make-up: Tracks of My Tears - Smokey Robinson and the Miracles
Outside I'm masquerading
Inside my hope is fading
Just a clown oh yeah
Since you put me down
My smile is my make up
I wear since my break up with you...
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
Box: Little Boxes - Pete Seeger (written by Malvina Reynolds)
A look at the development of "suburbia"... all the houses popping up and looking exactly the same...
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
Toy: All Of Your Toys - The Monkees
Just listened to this yesterday, so it stuck. LOL!
When all of your play things
Someday disappear
Girl, will you be happy
With nothing but tears?
With nothing but tears?
Cat: Year of the Cat - Al Stewart
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat.
Fish: The theme from "The Andy Griffith Show", aka "The Fishin' Hole". There were two versions, a sung one, and the famous "whistle version" you heard at the beginning of each show. Heck, you can even see Andy an' Opie with their poles headin' down to their fishin' place!
Dog: Hey Bulldog - The Beatles
Hey bulldog (woof), hey bulldog, hey bulldog
Hey man who's that boy?
Woof!
Wha'd'ya say?
I said woof!
D'y' know any more?
Wooo-wa ah! Ha ha!
You got him! Get him! ... Get him man! ... Get him! You got him!...
Quiet boy, quiet! (okay) Quiet!
Hey bulldog...
Comical: The Lumberjack Song - Monty Python
He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
Pretentious: Just the title of Fiona Apple's album...
When The Pawn Hits The Conflicts He Thinks Like A King What He Knows Throws The Blows When He Goes To The Fight And He'll Win The Whole Thing 'Fore He Enters The Ring There's No Body To Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand And Remember That Depth Is The Greatest Of Heights And If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where To Land And If You Fall It Won't Matter, 'Cause You'll Know That You're Right.
All artists of all ilk have a bit of pretention don't they? And that isn't necessarily a bad thing in every case. Anyway, that said, I love Fiona, but yes, that album title alone wins for pretention. I mean WHAT?!
Intelligent: Anything written by Bob Dylan.
Park: The Rain, The Park, and Other Things - The Cowsills
I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn't seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me...
Make-up: Tracks of My Tears - Smokey Robinson and the Miracles
Outside I'm masquerading
Inside my hope is fading
Just a clown oh yeah
Since you put me down
My smile is my make up
I wear since my break up with you...
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
Box: Little Boxes - Pete Seeger (written by Malvina Reynolds)
A look at the development of "suburbia"... all the houses popping up and looking exactly the same...
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
Toy: All Of Your Toys - The Monkees
Just listened to this yesterday, so it stuck. LOL!
When all of your play things
Someday disappear
Girl, will you be happy
With nothing but tears?
With nothing but tears?
