Halestorm – Amen

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Cool/Freeze/Heat/Melt.

From their 2015 album, Into the Wild Life. The song did not chart. The song was recorded at producer Jay Joyce’s studio in Nashville.

From Wikipedia.

Frontwoman Lzzy Hale has stated in interviews that the song is about personal freedom to do whatever you want.

Amen

A fire’s gotta burn
The world is gonna turn
Rain has gotta fall
Fate is gonna call
But I just keep on breathing
Long as my heart is beating
Someone’s gotta hate
It’s never gonna change
Gets harder everyday
It’s a hell of a place
To keep your heart from freezing
To keep yourself believing
But I won’t run
I’m not afraid
I’ll look em in the eye
Gonna hear me say
It’s
My life
My love
My sex
My drug
My lust
My God, it ain’t no sin
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
My grace
My church
My pain
My tears
My hurt
My God, I’ll say it again
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
Life has gotta kill
Faith is gonna blind
Hope is gonna fade
The truth is gonna lie
Sometimes there’s no reason
To justify the meaning
But I won’t run
I’m not ashamed
It’s gonna take more than this for me to break
My life
My love
My sex
My drug
My lust
My God, it ain’t no sin
Can I get it?
Can I get an Amen?
My grace
My church
My pain
My tears
My hurt
My God, I’ll say it again
Can I get it?
Can I get an Amen?
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
Can I get it
Can I get an Amen
My life, my love, my sex, my drug
My lust
My life
My love
My sex
My drug
My lust
My God, it ain’t no sin
Can I get it?
Can I get an Amen?
My grace
My church
My pain
My tears
My hurt
My God, I’ll say it again
Can I get it?
Can I get an Amen?
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Elizabeth Mae Hale / Joseph Hottinger / Scott Christopher Stevens

Will Hoge – Highway Wings

From his 2009 album, The Wreckage. The song did not chart but it reminds me a lot of the band The Wallflowers.

 

Highway Wings

I hear…
Here your voice shaking
On the end of the line
Hold on
Baby I’ll be there
In a sweet little while
Blue skies…
Blue skies calling
Telling me to move on…
Around here
Everyones fadin
Already… gone
This town is broke down baby
Full of dust from rusted dreams
I gotta get
Before it gets me
I need to hear that blacktop sing
Underneath my highway wings
My highway wings
I hear to
Too many stories
About what could have been…
Everbody here would be different
If they could do it again
I’m not
I’m not gonna stay here
There’s no way to win…
In a town
Of dead end losers
I don’t want to fit in…
I need to know…
I need to feel…
What it would be like far away from here
The time has come
To say goodbye
It’s time for me to fly…
I need to know…
I need to feel…
What it would be like far away from here
The time has come
To say goodbye
It’s time for me to fly…
I got my highway wings…
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Eric Paslay / Will Hoge

Grace Potter And The Nocturnals – Stars

The song reached number 95 on Billboards Hot 100 Charts and Number 15 on Billboards Adult Alternative Charts in 2012. It was from their album “The Lion The Beast and The Beat”. It was recorded at Blackbird Studios in Nashville.

More from songfacts.

Grace Potter explained her motivation for penning this song during an episode of VH1 Storytellers. She said: “When I lost somebody recently, I know this is how I felt. And that’s what a song is for. It’s there to service the person who is hurting the most. It’s a form of grieving really, writing song like this next song that I’m going to play for you guys. And everybody has lost someone in their lives.”

 

 

Stars

I lit a fire with the love you left behind
And it burned wild and crept up the mountainside
I followed your ashes into outer space
I can’t look out the window, I can’t look at this place
I can’t look at the stars
They make me wonder where you are
Stars, up on Heaven’s boulevard
And if I know you at all,
I know you’ve gone too far
So I, I can’t look at the stars
All those times we looked up at the sky
Looking out so far, we felt like we could fly
And now I’m all alone in the dark of night
The moon is shining but I can’t see the light
And I can’t look at the stars
They make me wonder where you are
Stars, up on Heaven’s boulevard
And if I know you at all,
I know you’ve gone too far
So I, I can’t look at the stars
Stars
Stars, they make me wonder where you are
Stars up on Heaven’s boulevard
And if I know you at all,
I know you’ve gone too far
So I can’t look at the stars
Songwriters: Grace Potter

Grace Potter And The Nocturnals – Stop The Bus

From their 2007 album, This Is Somewhere. Unfortunately, the song never charted but it has a really great feel to it.

From Huffpost.

Potter introduced “Stop the Bus” as “a little number I actually wrote when we were traveling through the hills of Colorado one fateful evening when our RV broke down right by Buffalo Bill’s Grave over there.”

 

 

Stop The Bus

Weve been drivin since winter
The destination doesnt change
You know I can still remember
The day you asked me for my name
You are the rock on the riverbed
Growin smoother every year
You are the voice inside my head
I cant believe that you got me here
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight youre sleepin next to me
You give me somethin to remember
Each time you look into my eyes
You see through my trouble and my temper
And you call me out on every lie
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight youre sleepin next to me
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar that you see
And then get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight youre sleepin next to me
Why dont you stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar that you see
Get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight youre sleepin next to, next to me

 

Grace Potter and the Nocturnals – Ah Mary

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Maria/Marie/Mary.

From their 2007 album, This Is Somewhere. The song did not chart.

From the nytimes.com.

Like many classic rockers before her, Ms. Potter addresses politics metaphorically. The band’s minor hit “Ah Mary” mounts a furious accusation at a woman (a surrogate for a high-ranking politician?) who has “dirty money,” who “puts herself a notch above humankind,” and who will “bake you cookies, then she’ll burn your town.”

As Ms. Potter sang the words “She’s the beat of my heart, she’s the shot of a gun/She’ll be the end of me and nearly everyone,” she implicated herself in the imminent disaster, suggesting that there is a vengeful part of “Mary” in everyone.

Ah Mary

She’s skilled at the art of deception and she knows it
She’s got dirty money that she plays with all the time
Yeah, she waters the garden and maybe she just likes the hoses
She puts herself just a notch above human kind
Ah, Mary
She’ll bake you cookies then she’ll burn your town
Ah, Mary
Ashes, ashes but she won’t fall down
She’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone
Yeah, she’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone
Call her a bully, she’ll blow up your whole damn playground
Pour her a drink and watch it go straight to her head
She’ll take you so high up and cover her eyes as you fall down
Then in the morning, don’t be surprised if you’re dead
Ah, Mary
She’ll bake you cookies then she’ll burn your town
Ah, Mary
Ashes, ashes but she won’t fall down
She’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone
She’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone, oh, Mary
Yeah, she’s the beat of my heart
She’s the shot of a gun
She’ll be the end of me
And maybe everyone
Ah, Mary, Mary, Mary, America
Ah, Mary, Mary, Mary, America
Oh, America
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Grace Potter

Moon Martin – Rolene

From Bestclassicbands.com

Moon Martin, a singer-songwriter, guitarist and power pop performer best known for his song “Bad Case of Loving You,” a 1979 hit for Robert Palmer, died on May 11, 2020. Neither the location nor cause of death was known. His death was confirmed by Tulsa World and Craig Leon, who produced several of his albums. Martin was 74 (though some reports say he was 69).

Born John David Martin on Oct. 31, 1945 – the nickname “Moon” came from his propensity to use the word in his song lyrics – Martin released a series of albums for Capitol Records, beginning in the late ’70s. The power pop artist earned a pair of modest chart hits in 1979, “Rolene” (#30) and “No Chance” (#50), both from his Escape From Domination album.

Martin was born in Altus, Okla. After attending the Univ. of Oklahoma, he went to Los Angeles, where his scant biographical materials indicated that he briefly performed with Linda Ronstadt’s band. Her longtime producer and manager, John Boylan, confirmed this to blogger Bob Lefsetz:

“At Linda’s suggestion, I hired him to be in her band for one Troubadour gig in 1971,” he wrote. “The rest of the band consisted of Glenn Frey, Don Henley, Michael Bowden (on bass), Byron Berline on occasional fiddle, and me on occasional acoustic guitar or Wurlitzer electric piano. I recorded three or four sets for a possible live album, using the old Wally Heider truck, but nothing came of it. We did release one track – a version of “Rescue Me,” and it shows Moon’s uncanny ability to add something fresh while still fitting in. He takes a very rock and roll approach to an R and B song and it works great.”

The song reached #30 on Billboards Hot 100 chart in 1979. Moon Martin also wrote the song “Bad Case of Loving You” that Robert Palmer had a big hit with that went to #14 on the Hot 100 charts also in 1979.

 

Rolene

Come on operator gimme Rolene on my line
She knows what I need to ease a cravin’ in my spine
A cheerleaders smile
Tijuana style
Your daddy might be judge
Sure know how to nudge

All right Rolene
Rolene
Rolene

Well, I’ve been livin’ so white and clean
Jack, it’s made me mean
I need Rolene’s smooth, round thigh
It’s like a rush to get me high
I give it my best shot
Honey, all I got
My name may not be Hud
But I’ll show you I’m no dud

All right Rolene
Rolene
Rolene

You know my baby’s love
Just like a sweet velvet glove
Honey, crack that whip
Ya make me bite my lip

Lonnie Donegan – Jack O’ Diamonds

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Jack/John.

While America was Rockin England was listening to Skiffle. Lonnie Donegan was known as the King of Skiffle. He influenced bands like the Beatles and members of Led Zeppelin. Jimmy Page was in a Skiffle band when he was only 14. The song reached #14 on UK’s singles chart in 1957. The song was originally recorded by Blind Lemon Jefferson in 1926 and covered by numerous artists.

 

Jack O’ Diamonds

Jack O’Diamonds, one-eyed knave
On the move, hits the street
Bumps his head, on the ground
Well, he’s a scout, you’re born to lose
Shouldn’t stay Jack O’Diamonds is a hard card
To play Jack O’Diamonds, yeah Jack O’Diamonds
This one-eyed prince, wears a single love
Oh sure, he’s not that lovely
Jack O’Diamonds broke my hand
Left me here to stand Jack O’Diamonds is a
Hard card to land Jack O’Diamonds is a hard card
Jack O’Diamonds is a high card
Jack O’Diamonds is a hard card
But it ain’t hard enough Jack O’Diamonds can open for riches
Jack O’Diamonds but then it switches
Colour by picture but it’s only a ten Jack O’Diamonds,
Yeah Jack O’Diamonds Jack O’Diamonds is a hard
Card to play Jack O’Diamonds, yeah Jack O’Diamonds
This one-eyed prince, wears a single love
Oh sure, he’s not that lovely
Jack O’Diamonds broke my hand
Left me here to stand Jack O’Diamonds is a
Hard card to play Jack O’Diamonds is a hard card
Jack O’Diamonds is a high card
Jack O’Diamonds is a hard card
But it ain’t hard enough Jack O’Diamonds can open for riches
Jack O’Diamonds but then it switches
Colour by picture but it’s only a ten
Jack O’Diamonds

Paul McCartney and Wings – With A Little Luck

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Big/Large/Little/Small/Tall/Tiny.

From his 1978 album, London Town. The song peaked at #5 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart on May 19, 1978.

From Songfacts

The song was long, 5:45, but radio stations were for the most part content to play the unedited single, even though edited promos were sent out.
There were 2 versions of the song, the original unedited 5:45 album version, which radio stations were for the most part content to play and the edited DJ version, which only runs for 3:13.
This was written on Paul McCartney’s farm in Scotland. Most of this song was recorded on a motor yacht called the Fair Carol in the Virgin Islands along with several other tracks on London Town. The yacht had a mobile 24-track recording studio installed on it, and when they weren’t recording McCartney, his family and the band lived on three other yachts. The song was then finished off back in London.

Thinking of the water bound sessions, they planned to call the album “Water Wings.”

The lyrics do not convey a political or social message, but McCartney has no problem with Silly Love Songs.

With A Little Luck

With a little luck we can help it out
We can make this whole damn thing work out
With a little love we can lay it down
Can’t you feel the town exploding

There is no end to what we can do together
There is no end
The willow turns his back on inclement weather
And if he can do it we can do it

Just me and you
And a little luck we can clear it up
We can bring it in for a landing
With a little luck we can turn it on
There can be no misunderstanding

There is no end to what we can do together
There is no end
The willow turns his back on inclement weather
And if he can do it

Just me and you
With a little push we could set it off
We can send it rocketing skywards
With a little love we could shake it up
Don’t you feel the comet exploding

With a little luck, with a little luck
With a little luck, a little luck, a little luck

With a little love, we can lay it down
Can’t you feel the town exploding
With a little push, we could set it off
We could send it rocketing skywards

With a little love, we could shake it up
Don’t you feel the comet exploding forwardsWriter/s: PAUL MCCARTNEY
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David Bowie – Come And Buy My Toys

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Cinnamon/Mint/Parsley/Pepper/Rosemary/Sage/Salt/Thyme.

From his 1967 self titled debut album. The song did not chart.

From the Bowiebible.com

One of the simplest recordings on David Bowie’s 1967 debut album, ‘Come And Buy My Toys’ features just vocals, acoustic guitar and bass.

The song was recorded at Decca’s north London studios on 12 December 1966. It featured on guitar John Renbourn, with whom Bowie also recorded the unused album track ‘Bunny Thing’ on the same day.

Although many of the songs on David Bowie bore a dark heart at the centre of an outwardly innocent tale, ‘Come And Buy My Toys’ is pure nostalgic joy at the pleasures of childhood. Bowie presents an idyllic picture of youth, a blissful utopia before the toils of adulthood.

You’ve watched your father plough the fields with a ram’s horn
Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn
Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, threashed it with a quill
The miller told your father that he’d work it with the greatest will
Now your watching’s over you must play with girls and boys
Leave the parsley on the stalls
Come and buy my toys

John Renbourn founded the folk group Pentangle shortly after recording with Bowie. ‘Come And Buy My Toys’ was a rare excursion into the genre for Bowie, whose acoustic guitar-led recordings tended to owe more to the likes of Dylan than the English folk tradition.

One source of inspiration may have been Simon and Garfunkel, whose album Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme had been released in October 1966. A number of words and phrases in ‘Come And Buy My Toys’ also appear in ‘Scarborough Fair’, including ram’s horn, parsley, peppercorn, and cambric shirt.

A more definite antecedent was the poem ‘A Toyman’s Address’, which appeared in volume 42 (1816) of The Monthly Magazine, a London publication to which, at various times, Charles Dickens, William Blake, and Samuel Taylor Coleridge contributed.

‘A Toyman’s Address’ was credited to “G.N.” in the issue, and subtitled “In the style of modern poetry”.

Smiling girls, rosy boys,
Here – come buy my little toys.
Mighty men of gingerbread
Crowd my stall, with faces red
A Toyman’s Address

Bowie made some minimal alterations before presenting the lines as his own:

Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red
‘Come And Buy My Toys’

‘A Toyman’s Address’ was also published in The Lady’s Magazine in 1816, and the opening lines became a traditional nursery rhyme, although how Bowie came to know them is not known.

 

Come And Buy My Toys

Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red
Rich men’s children running past
Their fathers dressed in hose
Golden hair and mud of many acres on their shoes
Gazing eyes and running wild
Past the stocks and over stiles
Kiss the window merry child
But come and buy my toys
You’ve watched your father plough the fields with a ram’s horn
Sowed it wide with peppercorn and furrowed with a bramble thorn
Reaped it with a sharpened scyth, thrashed it with a quill
The miller told your father that he’d work it with the greatest will
Now your watching’s over you must play with girls and boys
Leave the parsley on the stalls
Come and buy my toys
You shall own a cambric shirt
You shall work your father’s land
But now you shall play in the market square
Till you’ll be a man
Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: David Bowie

Loverboy – When It’s Over

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…End/Finish/Over/Stop.

From their 1981 album, Get Lucky. The song reached #26 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart in June of 1982.

Note, Billboard’s chart history page for Loverboy is down so I had no exact date that the song peaked.

When It’s Over

When you look into his eyes
Comes to you as no surprise
It’s always the same
Every time he’s out with you
He tries to tell you what to do
You don’t need it that way
Sometimes you think you’re playing the fool
He’s running around breaking all the rules
Somehow that don’t seem fair
There’s got to be a better way
You know what I’m trying to say
‘Cause deep, deep down inside
You’re living in a life in total lies
What did he ever do for you
What’s he trying to put you through
I just don’t understand
You showed him love and tenderness
Touched him with your sweet caress
Now he’s leaving you
So what’s the point in working it out
Tell me what it’s all about
That’s why I’m saying
I hope you’re with me
I hope you’re with me when it’s over
I hope you’re with me
I hope you’re with me when it’s over
You won’t be lonely
You won’t be lonely when it’s over
You won’t be lonely (you)
When it’s over
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over
And in the morning when he’s gone
Please don’t sing that sad, sad song
I don’t want to hear it
Forget about him
Let him go
It won’t hurt what he don’t know
What’s he trying to say to you
What’s he trying to tell you
He don’t really care
Face the truth and realize
You don’t need his alibi’s
No more
I hope you’re with me
I hope you’re with me when it’s over
I hope you’re with me
I hope you’re with me when it’s over
You won’t be lonely
You won’t be lonely when it’s over
You won’t be lonely (you)
When it’s over
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Mike Reno / Paul Warren Dean