| The Smiths – Panic Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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These lines: On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down The provincial towns you jog 'round Hmm. Which now-dead Radio 1 jock used to jog (all for charidee), ran a nightclub in Leeds, and might prompt children to sing “Hang the DJ” repeatedly? “Could life ever be sane again?” “But honey pie, you're not safe here” Just a thought. |
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| The Sundays – When I'm Thinking About You Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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So what’s this most beautiful song about? The gorgeous instrumentation and melody suggest someone dreamily in love, but like many Sundays songs, I think it’s somewhat ambiguous. A few hours away from blissful reunion? Absent lover? Dream lover? Crush? The key seems to be this: When you're searching your soul When you're searching for pleasure How often, pain is all you find But when you're coasting along and nobody's trying too hard You can turn around and like where you are So she seems happy with her lot, but it’s not as though she’s rushing to with this person. But: And I close my eyes (dear) Now I'll never never wake Why should I stop thinking about you If she’ll never wake, is “thinking about you” all she has to look forward to? Is it her love or a bottle of red that awaits her at home? |
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| The Sundays – Another Flavour Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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Contrary to popular opinion in these parts, I actually rather like this song about changing fashions and being NME cover stars one week and bargain bin the next. As turricaned mentioned, this originally showed up as pretty much the only decent thing about Newman & Baddiel’s comedy show (well, apart from Rob Newman, anyway), and the lyrics may well allude to them. However, the music scene and culture in general changed massively in both gaps between the Sundays’ albums (Stock Aitken Waterman → rave culture → Madchester → shoegaze → grunge → Britpop…), so I guess it’s more likely that they were writing about their own experiences and anxieties of being accepted by the music business. (I was struck at how fresh they still sounded when Summertime appeared from nowhere in 1997.) |
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| The Sundays – Your Eyes Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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Such a sad song about the imminent demise of a relationship. Harriet’s multi-tracked “oh… no!” in the choruses absolutely gets me every time, and made all the more powerful in that it’s followed by Cry on the album. |
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| The Sundays – Goodbye Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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@[DennisBartel:21304] Sounds good. “Ecstasy” and “just a little bit warm” is exactly how I feel every time I hear this song. In fact, ever since I bought the 12" single back in ’92. |
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| The Sundays – I Feel Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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Sounds like the dreaded “Difficult Second Album” syndrome to me. The thrill of the rise. The acclaim of that remarkable first album. The sell-out world tour. Time to relax and enjoy it. But no… The “remarkably slow songwriting process”. The getting back up, getting motivated, getting back into the studio, getting back out on the road. “We don’t need to work any more now Open that ground up and slip down” |
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| The Sundays – I Feel Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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@[turricaned:21303] “Give me a love & hate on both my hands I'll show you what I'm made of” Sounds like a reference to LOVE and HATE tattoos on your knuckles. “Then I’ll show you what I’m made of.” Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough. |
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| Bobby Goldsboro – Honey Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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@[mrrees:15662] “a big creamy cheese cracker” – lol! I’m thinking she was depressed and decided to end it all myself. |
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| Bobby Goldsboro – Summer (The First Time) Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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I heard this song on the radio earlier – in the charts this day 40 years ago, pop pickers. The most famous part of this song is probably the remarkable low piano riff that repeats between couplets. Unless I’m missing something, it’s a story of a boy losing his innocence to a much older woman. As the other comment here mentions, there are some nice lines in here although the final verse (“but the memory lingers”, “feel the touch of her fingers”) are reminiscent of Paul Simon’s Duncan, which covers similar ground. |
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| ABBA – Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Love this song. I mean, how did they dare put a 45-second instrumental break in the middle of a pop song? Top song. Top musicians. Top synth riff. |
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| ABBA – The Piper Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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I always took this song to be about some sort of Hitler-type character, winning people over with his oratory - people coming from miles around to listen. I mean, just listen to this bit: He came in a dream. He seduced everybody in the land. The fire in his eyes. And the fear was a weapon in his hand. So they let him play. Play their minds away. But maybe I’m just reading too much into it! |
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| ABBA – S.O.S. Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Apart from Agnetha’s gorgeous singing, it’s the synthesizer break that make this song for me. And the lovely reverby piano at the end. And the sneaky ‘and-the-love you gave me’ in the last chorus. And the mix of synth weirdness, melancholia and beautiful performance. And the fact that it’s my favourite 3½-minute pop song ever. |
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