Song Lyric Sunday — Feelin’ Groovy

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, Jim Adam has given us the words Cool, Groovy, Hip, Nifty, Radical, and Swell to use as the theme. I decided to go with “groovy” because it reminds me of a girl I was dating way back when. Her name was Rita (and no, she wasn’t a meter maid, but she was lovely). One of Rita’s favorite words was “groovy.” To her, everything was groovy. Even me. She would tell me that I was “the grooviest” guy she ever dated.

My song choice, then, is Simon & Garfunkel’s “The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy).”

Written by Paul Simon, the song appeared on the duo’s 1966 album, Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme. Despite being one of Simon & Garfunkel’s best-known songs, it was never a hit for them. However, Harpers Bizarre covered the song in 1967, and their record rose to number 13 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, making it the musical group’s best-selling hit.

The 59th Street bridge (officially the Queensboro Bridge), goes over the East River in New York City, connecting Queens to Manhattan. The Queensboro Bridge is notoriously noisy and mechanical. You walk on metal graters that vibrate as the traffic zooms by, creating a dangerous, and what some have described as an exciting, sensation. This could be the background for “Slow down, you move too fast….” New York has a very hectic pace. In this song, Paul Simon reminds us to slow down and appreciate the simple pleasures in life, like cobblestones and flowers.

This was one of the first uses of the word “Groovy” in a popular song. It gave the songwriters Carole Bayer Sager and Toni Wine inspiration for the first “Groovy” hit: “A Groovy Kind Of Love.”

Here are the lyrics to “Feelin’ Groovy.”

Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy

Hello lamppost, what’cha knowing
I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’
Ain’t cha got no rhymes for me?
Doo-ait-n-doo-doo, feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy

I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morningtime drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you, all is groovy

Song Lyric Sunday — Midnight Rambler

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday theme, Jim Adams gave us “Dawn, Noon, Dusk, Midnight, Nocturnal, and Diurnal.” My first thought was to go with Chicago’s “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?” But then the The Rolling Stones’ song “Midnight Rambler” popped into my head. It was a tough choice because I really like both songs, but finally decided to go with the Stones.

“Midnight Rambler is a blues/rock song written by Keith Richards and Mick Jagger. The song was released on The Rolling Stones’ 1969 album Let It Bleed, which happens to be my favorite Stones album.

The inspiration for the song is thought to be the case of the Boston Strangler. Thirteen women were found dead in and around Boston from 1962-1964. Most of the victims had been sexually assaulted, strangled, and were found with their nylon stockings tied in a bow around their necks.

While the lyrics do not directly relate to the specifics of the case, Jagger implies it when he sings, “Well you heard about the Boston…” before an instrumental stab cuts him off. The singer in the song calls himself the “midnight rambler,” and he seems to relish his notoriety in the same way that many real-life serial killers seem to.

When performing the song, Jagger takes on the persona of a killer who is stalking his victim. He would create a morbid atmosphere when he takes on the role of the killer, spastically whipping the floor toward the end of the song as the audience would scream along.

Here are the lyrics to “Midnight Rambler.”

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
The one that shut the kitchen door
He don’t give a hoot of warning
Wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don’t go in the light of the morning
He split the time the cock’rel crows

Talkin’ about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Talkin’ about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall
Sighin’ down the wind so sadly
Listen and you’ll hear him moan
Talkin’ about the midnight gambler
Everybody got to go
Yeah

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Well, honey, it’s no rock ‘n’ roll show
Well, I’m talkin’ about the midnight gambler
Yeah, the one you never seen before

(Don’t you do that)

Well you heard about the Boston,
It’s not one of those
Well, talkin’ ’bout the midnight, sh,
The one that closed the bedroom door
I’m called the hit-and-run raper in anger
The knife-sharpened tippie-toe…
Or just the shoot ’em dead, brainbell jangler
You know, the one you never seen before

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler
Coming down your marble hall
Well he’s pouncing like a proud black panther
Well, you can say I, I told you so
Well, don’t you listen for the midnight rambler
Play it easy, as you go
I’m gonna smash down all your plate glass windows
Put a fist, put a fist through your steel-plated door

Did you hear about the midnight rambler
He’ll leave his footprints up and down your hall
And did you hear about the midnight gambler
And did you see me make my midnight call

And if you ever catch the midnight rambler
I’ll steal your mistress from under your nose
I’ll go easy with your cold fanged anger
I’ll stick my knife right down your throat, baby and it hurts!

MLMM Music Challenge

70CEE9ED-1D85-4445-ABAA-F0B28B07B8F2My blogging buddy, Jim Adams, is now part of the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie team and he is hosting one of the MLMM music challenges. The latest of Jim’s MLMM challenges is one he titled “The Mighty Quinn.” In that post, he provided the lyrics to the Bob Dylan song from which Jim got the title for his post. Then he challenged his readers to “focus on that song and use it for inspiration in any form of creative expression (including but not limited to short stories, poems, lyrics, artwork, photography, etc.).”

I hadn’t really planned to write my own post in response to this particular challenge, but then I read this post from Jim. Jim was reviewing the reception his participation in the MLMM Music Challenge was getting, as this “Mighty Quinn” post was his third. And when I read Jim’s post, I saw that he posted this comment:

“I was hoping that Fandango might stop by and write the parody, ‘When Trump the sycophant gets impeached, everybody is going to jump for joy,’ but no such luck.”

Well, Jim, my friend, far be it from me to disappoint you. So, I have taken Bob Dylan’s “The Mighty Quinn” lyrics and given them the Fandango treatment.

And now, sung (loosely) to the tune of “The Mighty Quinn,” I present you with “The Idiot Trump.”

Come all without, come all let’s jump
You’ll not see nothing like the idiot Trump
Come all without, come all let’s jump
You’ll not see nothing like the idiot Trump

Nobody’s building ships and boats
Some are removing monuments, others are squeezing others’ throats
Everybody’s in despair, every girl and boy
But when Trump the idiot gets impeached, everybody’s gonna jump for joy

Come all without, come all let’s jump
You’ll not see nothing like the idiot Trump

I like to go just like the rest, I like my bourbon neat
But standing behind that panty waste, despite that he’s such a cheat
Is putting his GOP sycophants out on a limb
But when Trump the idiot gets here, all the lemmings gonna run to him

Come all without, come all let’s jump
You’ll not see nothing like the idiot Trump
Come all without, come all let’s jump
You’ll not see nothing like the idiot Trump

Let me do what I wanna do, I can’t decide ‘em all
Just tell me where to put ‘em and I’ll tell you who to call
Nobody can get no sleep, there’s someone on everyone’s toes
But when Trump the idiot gets here,
Most Americans are gonna get hosed

Come all without, come all let’s jump
You’ll not see nothing like the idiot Trump
Come all without, come all let’s jump
You’ll not see nothing like the idiot Trump

Come all without, come all let’s jump
You’ll not see nothing like the idiot Trump
Come all without, come all let’s jump
You’ll not see nothing like the idiot Trump

Song Lyric Sunday — Mama Said

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, Jim Adams is honoring Mother’s Day by giving us the theme of “Mom/Mother/Flowers.” As I thought about about the topic, the classic 1961 song by the Shirelles, “Mama Said” came to mind.

The Shirelles, an American girl group, was notable for their rhythm and blues, doo-wop, and soul music. They were very popular in the early 1960s, with seven top 20 hits. “Mama Said” was written by Luther Dixon and Willie Denson. It became a hit on both the pop and R&B charts, reaching number 4 and number 2, respectively. Billboard named the song number 44 on its list of 100 Greatest Girl Group Songs of All Time.

“Mama Said” is about a girl who sees all her friends getting married and is frustrated that she doesn’t have her own man. But her mother reassures her that someday she’ll find a man who will look at her with loving eyes.

The group members of The Shirelles were Shirley Owens, Doris Coley, Beverly Lee and Micki Harris. They were one of the great girl groups.

There have been numerous covers of “Mama Said,” including versions by American Spring, Melanie, Dusty Springfield, The Stereos, and Dionne Bromfield. The song also inspired Van Morrison’s “Days Like This.”

Here are the lyrics to the song.

Mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said
(Mama said, mama said)

Mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said

I went walkin’ the other day, yeah
Everything was goin’ fine
And then I met a little boy named Billy-Joe
And then I almost lost my mind

Come on, mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Oh, mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said

My eyes were wide open
All that I could see, yeah
The chapel bells were tollin’
For everybody but me
But I don’t worry ’cause

Mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said

And then she said
Someone would look at me
Like I’m lookin’ at you
One day
Then I might find
I don’t want you any old way
So, don’t worry, ’cause

Mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mama said there’ll be days like this
There’ll be days like this, my mama said
Oh, yeah
(Mama said, mama said)
Don’t worry, yeah, don’t worry, now, yeah, eah, eah, eah
Don’t worry, worry, now, now, now
Don’t you worry

Song Lyric Sunday — Ouch

For this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, the Marquis de Sade, I mean Jim Adams, has gone sadistic. His theme is “Hurt/Pain/Agony/Suffer.” To me, all of those words apply to many of us who have experienced a love gone bad. We feel hurt, we experience at least emotional pain, we suffer, and we agonize. And for me, the song that epitomizes such pain is the 1965 recording from Little Anthony & the Imperials, “Hurt So Bad.”

The Little Anthony & the Imperials song was written by Teddy Randazzo, Bobby Weinstein, and Bobby Hart. The song reached number ten on the Billboard Hot 100 and it has become one of Little Anthony & the Imperials’ best-known songs, one which has inspired numerous cover versions.

“Hurt So Bad” is a song about a man who feels intense pain when he sees his former love. According to mutual friends, she is doing quite well without him. And even though she caused him so much pain, he still begs her to come back to him, saying, “You loved me before/Please love me again.”

Here are the lyrics to the song.

I know you
Don’t know what I’m goin’ through
Standing here
Looking at you

Well, let me tell you that it
(Hurt) Hurts so bad (hurts so bad)
It makes me feel so sad (hurts so bad)
It makes me hurt so bad
To see you again

Like needles and pins, people say
You’ve been making out okay
She’s in love, don’t stand in her way

Well, let me tell you that it
(Hurt) Hurts so bad (hurts so bad)
It makes me feel so sad (hurts so bad)
It’s gonna hurt so bad
If you walk away

Why don’t you stay and let me make it up to you
(Stay) I’ll do anything you want me to
You loved me before
Please love me again
I can’t let you go back to him

Please don’t go, please don’t go
Oh, hurts so bad
Come back, it hurts so bad
Don’t make it hurt so bad
I’m beggin’ you please