Halestorm – I Miss The Misery

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Anguish/Misery/Torment

From their 2012 album, A Strange Case… The song peaked at #2 on Billboard’s Active Rock chart on September 28, 2012.

From Twitter

 

Halestorm – I Miss The Misery

Oh, I miss the miseryI’ve been a mess since you stayed
I’ve been a wreck since you changed
Don’t let me get in your way
I miss the lies and the pain
The fights that keep us awake
I’m telling youI miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me
Miss the phone calls
When it’s your fault
I miss the late nights
Don’t miss you at all
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me
I love the way that it hurts
I don’t miss you, I miss the miseryI’ve tried but I just can’t take it
I’d rather fight than just fake it (’cause I like it rough)
You know that I’ve had enough
I dare ya to call my bluff
Can’t take too much of a good thing
I’m telling youI miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me
Miss the phone calls
When it’s your fault
I miss the late nights
Don’t miss you at all
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me
I love the way that it hurts
I don’t miss you, I miss the miseryJust know that I’ll make you hurt
(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)
When you tell me you’ll make it worse
(I’d rather fight all night than watch the TV)
I hate that feeling inside
You tell me how hard you’ll try
But when we’re at our worst
I miss the miseryI miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame meI miss the rough sex
Leaves me a mess
I miss the feeling of pains in my chest
Miss the phone calls
When it’s your fault
I miss the late nights
Don’t miss you at all
I like the kick in the face
And the things you do to me
I love the way that it hurtsI don’t miss you, I miss the misery
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery
I don’t miss you, I miss the misery

Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Christine Connolly / Elizabeth Hale / Scott C. Stevens

The Hombres – Let It All Hang Out

Title track from their 1967 album. The song reached #12 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart in 1967.

From Mentalitch.com

the Hombres were a garage/psychedelic rock band formed during the mid-60s music era, in Memphis, Tennessee. The Hombres were: Jerry Lee Masters (bass), Gary Wayne McEwen (guitar), B.B. Cunningham (lead vocals, keyboards. He was also the brother of Bill Cunningham of The Box Tops) and John Will Hunter (drums). All were alumni at the Memphis High, and started their professional career by playing as a touring/road band version of Ronny & The Daytonas. However, the band was also dreaming of a career of its own. Cunningham and McEwen wrote the song “Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out),” which had the potential to be a hit single. It did become a Top 20 smash, peaking at #12 in 1967. But it was the only hit this band had achieved. After a few unsuccessful singles, by 1969 The Hombres were no more and are now seen as a one-hit wonder.

Interview of band member Gary Wayne McEwen. From markprindle.com

Now. Where did “Let It All Hang Out” come from? Let me take you back to the night before. Like I said, we were doing a tour in Texas. We were Ronnie and the Daytonas. So we were doing, you know, doing shows as Ronnie and the Daytonas. And we did a lot of `em. A lot of shows with a lot of people. A lot of big-name acts, which kinda surprised me.

So we were driving down the highway. We were doing about 80 miles an hour in a Cadillac with a trailer on the back. Which is always a lot of fun. It’s just constantly vibrating back and forth. And we’d reached a point – this was like right at dawn – I mean, we’re talking about when the coffee in your mouth has just really gone bad, you know, kinda bad breath. And you’re tired. You’re just fatigued. You’ve been traveling hours upon hours in the back seat. And all of a sudden – you know, Jerry’s doing the driving. And all of a sudden, he puts on the brakes and everybody leeeeans forward Like “What in the world are ya doin’, man?” And Johnny says, “It’s a chicken wreck!” “It’s a what?” He says, “It’s a chicken wreck!” And I looked up over the seat, and there were dead chickens all over the road. Some truck that had been filled with a whole bunch of cages full of chickens had jack-knifed or did something. And he was all over the road. And there were dead chickens and there were live chickens and there were chickens on the barbed wire. And the live chickens were picking on the dead chickens. And all this is going on, and BB is sitting over there in the left rear, and he just kinda opens up the door and begins falling out the door. You know, just kinda like sliding right out. And he says, “Well, let it all hang out!” And I broke up. I mean, it just – you ever had one of those times when you’re just so tired and fatigued, somebody says some kinda stupid joke or something, and you laugh your head off until you cry? That’s what happened to me. I just said, “‘Let it all hang out’? Where in the hell did you ever come up with that?” He said, “Oh, it’s just something we used to say when I was in the Air Force.”

And so the next night, we’re in Pasadena and we’re getting ready to write this song. Now, we don’t have any material to record. And so I’m sitting there and we’re just thinking about all this crap, and I said, “BB, what in the world was it you said last night that just broke me up so bad? You know, earlier this morning?” And he said, “Uh, I don’t. Well, I don’t.It was uhh.. let it – let it all hang out! That’s what it was.”

So there I began. We were going to write all the lyrics with no rhyme at all. Absolutely no rhymes. Just “AH GABBA DEE GOBBLEY JOBBA DEE!” Just something dumb. And I told him, “I can’t stand it. We’ve got to rhyme at least one line of this.” So I started thinking of all the words – “about,” “snout,” “doubt” – think of all kinds of words that rhyme with it. And I said, “Hey, there’s a bunch of `em!” And as we were sitting in that motel room, he’s trying to shave. The water isn’t workin’ half the time. And so we started picking up things. I said, “Just tell me something. What’s the craziest thing you can think of right now, off the top of your head? Just tell me.” And he says, “I don’t know, I can’t think of anything – HOT DOG!” I said, “What’s the matter?” He says, “My razor broke.” I said, “Okay, I’ll go with that!” (laughs)

Ha!

He was talking about his Track II razor – that thing fell apart! He says, “Hot dog!,” you know? “My razor broke.” And see – oh no no no, I know what it was. I said, alright, I asked him, I said, “What’s the first thing -” That wasn’t the first thing though. The first thing – I said, “What’s the first thing you can think of?” and he says, “No parking by the sewer sign.”

Just out of nowhere?

And I said, “What!? Are you – What in the heck brought that on?” And he says, “I’ve never seen a sign that says `Sewer.’ Have you?” And I go, “Well, I’ve seen Stop signs.” And he says, “Well, you ever seen a `Sewer’ sign?” “Come to think about it, no!”

So it was “No parking by the sewer sign/Hot dog, my razor broke.” And here he is, trying to rinse off this razor with this water, and I said, “Well, how about water dripping UP a spout?” There’s the water pouring down, and I said, “Why wouldn’t this spout reverse? Water dripping up a spout? That rhymes with out! I don’t care, let it all hang out!” So there’s where the first verse came from.

Nice!

I’m thinking about the idea of what about if a guy were walking upside-down on the ceiling, you know? And then we just started thinking just crazy things, like “Hanging from a pine tree by my knees.” Man, you can’t hang from a pine tree! Can ya? What would happen if you tried to hang from a pine tree? You’d fall on your head! “Sun shining through the shade.” Well, how does sun shine through shade? I mean, shade is shade. It don’t shine through it, not really. Just stupid crap like that. And here, the third line, “Nobody knows what it’s all about. It’s too much man, let it all hang out.”

“Saw a man walking upside down.” BB goes over and tries to turn on the television set, and the darn thing wouldn’t work. You know, “My TV’s on the blink.” “Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout.”

Yeah, what does that mean?

That came from an album from a guy named Brother Dave Gardner.

“It’s rainin’ inside a big brown moon.”

Where’d that come from?

Well, let me ask you something. You ever mooned anybody? You ever stuck your butt out the window? Well, Johnny come up with that one. And you know what it would mean if you said it was a BROWN moon. Now there was a phrase going on at that time, during that era – now we said this line, “How does that mess your baby up, leg?” – everybody would say, “How does that mess your mind up, Jack?” And so after a while, if you’re four guys together, you get to where you start inverting things, like “How’s that mess your leg up, baby?” “How’s that mess your baby up, leg?” “How’s that mess your mind-” You see, just stupid crap. It’s stuff you’re doing at the supper table or in the Holiday Inn room. “Well, how’s that mess your baby up, leg?”

“Eating a Reuben-“

“-sandwich with sauerkraut.” I think one of the guys ordered a Reuben sandwich one time just `cause it was on the menu. I took a bite of it; it was horrible. At least, I didn’t like it. But that’s just something, you know, we found it on the – see, we stayed in every Holiday Inn, so we knew the menus pretty good. “Don’t stop now baby/Let it all hang out.”

So that’s what we did. And BB just talks funny. I don’t know – a lot of people seem to think that it was some kind of Texas drawl or something. Naw! This boy just talks that way! (laughs) Huey was down the hall on the phone the whole time we were recording. So, after he got off the phone, he came to hear what we had done. When he heard it, he said, “That @!X#** is a monster!”

Let It All Hang Out


“A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive
On John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve”
(Bronx cheer)No parkin’ by the sewer sign
Hot dog, my razor’s broke
Water drippin’ up the spout
But I don’t care, let it all hang outHangin’ from a pine tree by my knees
Sun is shinin’ through the shade
Nobody knows what it’s all about,
It’s too much, man, let it all hang outSaw a man walkin’ upside down
My T.V.’s on the blink
Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout
Sorry ’bout that, let it all hang outSleep all day, drive all night
Brain my numb, can’t stop now
For sure ain’t no doubt
Keep an open mind, let it all hang outIt’s rainin’ inside a big brown moon
How does that mess you baby up, leg
Eatin’ a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut
Don’t stop now, baby, let it all hang outLet it all hang outSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Jeff Paris / Moon Calhoun

Southern Culture on the Skids – Banana Puddin

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Apple/Banana/Cherry/Olive/Orange/Strawberry.

From their 1997 album, Plastic Seat Sweet. The song did not chart.

From Wikipedia

Southern Culture on the Skids, also sometimes known as SCOTS, is an American rock band that was formed in 1983 in Chapel HillNorth Carolina. The band consists of Rick Miller, Dave Hartman, and Mary Huff.

Guitarist/singer Rick Miller, drummer Dave Hartman and bassist/singer/heartbreaker Mary Huff, play a greasy mix of surf, rockabilly, R&B and country-fried garage with a side of psych, all the while driving fans into ecstatic, sweat-drenched paroxysms of joy. It’s a musical gumbo Miller calls, “Americana from the wrong side of the tracks.“ The band has been prolific and ubiquitous for over thirty years, touring everywhere from the North Carolina prison system to Mount Fuji, Japan, and delivering what Rolling Stone calls “a hell raising rock and roll party.“

Banana Puddin

Banana puddin’, banana puddin’
Banana puddin’, banana puddin’
Banana puddin’, banana puddin’
Mama’s hard at work back in the kitchen
(Day old banana puddin’)
Daddy’s on the sofa just a-moanin’ and a-bitchin’
(Day old banana puddin’)
I want something good and sweet to eat
(Day old banana puddin’)
Something that’s easy on the gums and teeth
(Day old banana puddin’)

Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Ain’t that a slippery groove?

Banana puddin’, banana puddin’
Banana puddin’, banana puddin’

It takes a little time to develop the flavor
(Day old banana puddin’)
To soak it all up with your vanilla wafer
(Day old banana puddin’)
So get out your bowl and your wooden spoon
(Day old banana puddin’)
‘Cause I can smell your pudding clean across this room
(Day old banana puddin’)
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Ain’t that a slippery groove?

Jethro Tull – Bungle In The Jungle

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Alligator/Crocodile/Lizard/Snake/Turtle.

From their 1974 album, War Child. The song reached #12 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart on January 10, 1975.

From Songfacts

  • This is perhaps the best-known song from Jethro Tull’s War Child album. War Child was originally written to be the soundtrack for a film which never got made. The outline of the movie, posted on the official Jethro Tull website, goes into details of the film: A black comedy about a dead teenage girl visiting Heaven and her various misadventures in the afterlife. May we humbly recommend Terry Gilliam to direct?

    “Bungle in the Jungle” actually came from an earlier project. Ian Anderson told us in a Songfacts interview: “It was actually late ’72 or early ’73 when I was in Paris recording an album that never got released, although one or two of the tracks made it out in 1974, but that was at a time when I was writing an album that was exploring people, the human condition, through analogies with the animal kingdom. And that particular song was perhaps the more obvious and the more catchy of the tunes. Eventually it was finished and saved in time for the War Child album, sometime later.”

    The War Child album peaked at #2 on the Billboard Albums chart.
  • In the same interview, Anderson also clears up the matter of which came first: this song, or the World Heavyweight Championship boxing match between George Foreman and Muhammad Ali, known as “Rumble in the Jungle” because of its Zaire location. While he’s not sure if the song was released before the boxing match, Anderson knows that the song was written well ahead of it. He says, “Since ‘Bungle in the Jungle’ had been released in the year 1974 on the War Child album, ‘rumble in the jungle’ may have been taken from that. Because that took place on the 30th of October in 1974. Maybe they were alluding to what was a well-played song, even on AM radio.”

Bungle In The Jungle

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments
Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
Down by the waterhole
Drunk every Friday
Eating their nuts
Saving their raisins for Sunday.
Lions and tigers
Who wait in the shadows
They’re fast but they’re lazy, and sleep in green meadows

Let’s bungle in the jungle
Well, that’s all right by me
I’m a tiger when I want love
But I’m a snake if we disagree

Just say a word and the boys will be right there
With claws at your back to send a chill through the night air
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn’t be bolder
I’ll write on your tombstone,I thank you for dinner
This game that we animals play is a winner

Let’s bungle in the jungle
Well, that’s all right by me
I’m a tiger when I want love
But I’m a snake if we disagree

The rivers are full of crocodile nastiest
And He who made kittens put snakes in the grass
He’s a lover of life but a player of pawns
Yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn
To light up His Jungle as play is resumed
The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune

Let’s bungle in the jungle
Well, that’s all right by me
I’m a tiger when I want love
But I’m a snake if we disagree

Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes – Up Where We Belong

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Bird/Cat/Dog/Fish/Pet.

From the 1982 movie soundtrack An Officer and a Gentleman. The song peaked at #3 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart on October 29, 1982.

From Songfacts

This was written for the movie An Officer And A Gentleman, which won the Oscar for Best Original Song in 1983. The film is known for its closing scene, where Richard Gere, dressed in his Navy uniform, comes into the factory where Debra Winger is working, gets hot and heavy with her, then carries her out as her co-workers cheer. It’s perhaps the most famous “sweeps her off her feet” archetype in film.

The movie ends with a still frame of Winger in Gere’s arms as the credits roll and “Up Where We Belong” plays.

The entire process – from idea to inclusion in the movie and release – took only 30 days. Will Jennings wrote the lyrics. He’s responsible for the words to many famous songs, including “My Heart Will Go On,” “Looks Like We Made It,” and many of Steve Winwood’s hits. Jennings told us:

“Joel Sill, who was head of the music department of Paramount, asked me to consider writing a song for this film. I watched a rough cut, loved the film and I heard enough parts to make up a song. I asked Joel to send me the work track and I stitched together the verse, chorus, and bridge of the song and wrote the lyrics… Joel sent it to Stewart Levine, a fine music producer, and Stewart and I talked the song over on the phone and he went in to the studio and cut the hit track with Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes.”

Will Jennings told us about coming up with the words to this song: “I am a working class person and these people in the film trying to make it, they are my people. The mountain imagery is about striving for the top – people often don’t hear the lyric right – it is ‘Where eagles cry, on a mountain high’ instead of ‘Where eagles fly, on a mountain high’ – if you have ever heard an eagle cry, the power and beauty of it and all the wild freedom of it, you will get the distinction. As far as “All I know is the way I feel…’ well, if you have nothing else to tell you what to do in your life, you have to go with the way you feel… if you are lost, you have only your instinct and passion to guide you.”

Up Where We Belong

Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world few hearts survive
All I know is the way I feel
When it’s real, I keep it alive
The road is long
There are mountains in our way
But we climb a step every day
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry
On a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world below
Up where the clear winds blow
Some hang on to used to be
Live their lives looking behind
All we have is here and now
All our lives, out there to find
The road is long
There are mountains in our way
But we climb a step every day
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry
On a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Where the clear winds blow
Time goes by
No time to cry
Life’s you and I
Alive today
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry
On a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
Far from the world we know
Where the clear winds blow
Love lift us up where we belong
Where the eagles cry
On a mountain high
Love lift us up where we belong
 
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Jack Nitzsche / Buffy Saint-Marie / Will Jennings

Melissa Etheridge – Bring Me Some Water

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Fiancé/Husband/Lover/Wife

From her 1988 self-titled album. The song peaked at #10 on Billboard’s Mainstream Rock chart on September 23, 1988.

From SongfactsAn aching song about an overwhelming feeling of jealousy, Etheridge wrote “Bring Me Some Water” after entering an open relationship with her girlfriend. Even though Etheridge agreed to the arrangement, she found herself tormented by the idea of her lover in the embrace of another woman.

In our interview with Etheridge, she said: “It was very painful. It was very true. It was awful.”

Etheridge often writes songs about turbulent relationships, some more personal than others. She frames them in a way that she could be singing about either a man or a woman, and since this song was released five years before Etheridge came out as gay, most listeners assumed she was singing about a man.

This was nominated for a Grammy Award in the category Best Female Rock Vocal Performance, losing to Tina Turner’s Tina Live in Europe. Etheridge performed the song at the ceremony.

This is one of Etheridge’s most famous songs, but you wouldn’t know it by its chart performance. Etheridge was an unknown artist when the song was released, and it never cracked the Hot 100 (it did make #10 on the Mainstream Rock chart – her first song to appear on any Billboard chart). As she built a following, the song got a lot more attention and a fair amount of airplay. It is also one of her concert staples, which has helped keep it alive.

Bring Me Some Water

Tonight I feel so weak
But all in love is fair
I turn the other cheek
And I feel the slap and the sting of the foul night air
And I know you’re only human
And I haven’t got talking room
But tonight while I’m making excuses
Some other woman is making love to you

Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive
Can’t you see my baby’s got another lover
I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control
Baby’s got my heart and my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the sweet devil, the sweet devil’s got my soul

Will this aching pass
Will this night be through
Wanna hear the breaking glass
I only feel the steel of the red hot truth
And I’d do anything to get it out of my mind
I need some insanity that temporary kind
Tell me how will I ever be the same
When I know that that woman is whispering your name

Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive
Can’t you see my baby’s got another lover
And I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control
Baby’s got my heart and my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the the sweet devil, the sweet devil’s got my soul

Oh-huh,oh yeah
Got my soul
Uh-huh, ooh yeah

Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see I’m burning alive
Can’t you see my baby’s got another lover
And I don’t know how I’m gonna survive
Somebody bring me some water
Can’t you see it’s out of control
Baby’s got my heart and my baby’s got my mind
But tonight the sweet devil, the sweet devil’s got my soul
Oh yeah, oh, oh
Baby’s got my heart, my baby’s got my mind
Tonight the sweet devil, the sweet devil’s got my soul

Writer/s: MELISSA ETHERIDGE

Halestorm – Jump The Gun

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

From their 2015 album, Into The Wild Life. The song did not chart.

From Crypticrock.com

The deluxe version of Into the Wild has two bonus tracksThe first of the bonus material is  “Jump the Gun” which is is a bar slinging swing rocker of plucky guitars, funky drumbeats, and sliding piano work while Lzzy throws it down.

Jump The Gun

Boot on the start line
Pistol in the air
‘Quila in the glass and a cold dead stare
Two minutes in baby make your move
If you won’t do it I’ll do it for you
I ain’t waitin’ on you, no
I ain’t waitin’ for youI jump the gun
Oh here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all
Just because I jumped the gunCheckers on the flag
Time to pay the tab
Hoppin’ in a cab
It’s time to be bad
Cigarette smoke, lipstick on your face
My place or yours
I’m good either way
Oh babe my meter’s runnin’
Oh baby are you coming?I jump the gun
Oh here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all
Just becauseI jump the gun
Oh here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all
Just because I jumped the gunWoke up in the morning pounding in my head
Three empty bottles no sheets on the bed
Baby rolled over and this is what he said
He said, “babe I think I love you”Oh babe jump the gun
Oh here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all
Just because IJumped the gun
Oh, here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all
Just because
I couldn’t keep in my pocket
Lit the fuse to the rocket
And I’m sinnin’ while I’m winnin’
Now it’s end and a beginning
And we’ll see the rising sun
Because I jumped the gunI jumped the gun (whoa whoa)Boot on the start line
Pistol in the air
‘Quila in the glass, oh here I go again

Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Jaren Johnston / Lizzy Hale / Scott Stevens / Joe Hottinger

The Boomtown Rats – I Don’t Like Mondays

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Days of the Week.

From their 1979 album, The Fine Art of Surfacing. The song reached #73 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart and #1 on the UK’s singles chart.

From Songfacts

This is about Brenda Spencer, a 16-year-old high school student who lived across the street from Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, California. On Monday, January 29, 1979, she opened fire on the school with a rifle her father had given her for Christmas, killing two adults (including the principal) and injuring nine children before going back to her home. Police surrounded her home and waited for seven hours until she gave herself up. In that time, she spoke with a reporter on the phone. When asked why she did it, she replied, “I just started shooting, that’s it. I just did it for the fun of it. I just don’t like Mondays. I just did it because it’s a way to cheer the day up. Nobody likes Mondays.”

This was #1 hit in 32 different countries, but it flopped in America, probably because the subject matter hit too close to home. Gun violence is a big problem in America.

At a basic level, this is often heard as a song lamenting the beginning of the work week. Some radio stations play it every Monday at a certain time.

Group leader Bob Geldof wrote this. He went on to organize charity efforts Band Aid, Live Aid and Live 8, earning a KBE (the equivalent of knighthood given to people born outside of England) for his efforts. The Boomtown Rats played this as part of their set at Live Aid.

While in Atlanta touring, Bob Geldof heard the news story about Brenda Spencer. Geldof composed the song on the spot, originally as a reggae number. Back in Los Angeles after the tour, a studio demo was recorded with grand piano and vocals. By the time ‘I Don’t Like Mondays’ was introduced onstage in Loch Lomond, Scotland, the song had been transformed dramatically.

 

I Don’t Like Mondays

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s gonna go to school today
She’s going to make them stay at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was as good as gold
And he can see no reason
‘Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be sureOh, oh, oh tell me why
I don’t like MondaysTell me why
I don’t like MondaysTell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day downThe Telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Father’s world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet sixteen ain’t that peachy keen
Now, it ain’t so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons
‘Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need oh, woahTell me why
I don’t like MondaysTell me why
I don’t like MondaysTell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down
Down, down
Shoot it all downAll the playing’s stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while
And school’s out early and soon we’ll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
With the problems and the how’s and why’s
And he can see no reasons
‘Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, dieOh, oh, oh and the silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s gonna go to school today
She’s going to make them stay at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was as good as gold
And he can see no reason
‘Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be sureTell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me whyI don’t like Mondays
Tell me whyI don’t like, I don’t like, I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like, I don’t like, (tell me why) I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I want to shoot, the whole day down, uh, uh, uh

Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Bob Geldof

Halestorm – Dear Daughter

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

From their 2015 album, Into The Wild Life. The song did not chart.

From Songfacts

The origins of this heartfelt ballad in a conversation Lzzy Hale was having with her mom, when Beth Hale asked her daughter if she did a good job raising her. The idea for the track was bouncing around in the singer’s head and she asked fans on social media about things they wished their parents had said to them while they were growing up. A lot of inspiration for this song’s lyrics came from their replies.

Guitarist Joe Hottinger recalled to TeamRock: “When we started trying to turn all of these lyrics and ideas into music, Lzzy started hitting these pianos chords and it just flowed. So she went into the church and sat down at the piano. She had a microphone in front of her. I think what you hear on the song is actually the second take.”

Lzzy Hale discussed this song with Rocksverige.se: “This is a subject that… I mean, obviously, [Halestorm drummer Arejay and I] grew up with a very supportive mother,” she said. “We decided to start a rock band, and she actually said, ‘Yes! Do that! Go for it!’ So, for me, this was… We get to speak to a lot of young girls, and a lot of them do have those supportive parents, but a lot of them don’t. So I think this was my way – lyrically, at least – just passing that on… As in, like, if I were… if and when I were to have a daughter, I would be passing these words on to her… I don’t know… It’s a strange song.”

Bassist Josh Smith added: “It’s a strange song, but [with] a great message. And although it says ‘Dead Daughter’, that’s just great advice for anyone… be it a young kid, or anyone in a spot where they’re, like, ‘Man, I’m in just the pits right now. What the hell’s my life gonna be like in ten years?’ So it’s just good sound advice for anyone kind of trying to find their way.”

Lzzy Hale: “We started this band when I was 13, and my parents supported our decision to immerse ourselves completely in music. What they never let on was that they were terrified for their little girl, whom they wanted to protect from all the ups and downs they knew I’d have to face following my dream.”

“This song is not only an ode to my parents and their unwavering love and support, but it is a passing of the torch to all the young girls I meet and perform in front of every night. I’m living proof that you can do anything you want to in this life full of love, pain, hope and fear. Keep your head held high, and go for it at all costs. If anyone tries to tell you you can’t… Tell ’em to come talk to me!”

Dear Daughter

Dear daughter
Hold your head up high
There’s a world outside
That’s passing by
Dear daughter
Never lose yourself
Remember that
You’re like nobody else

Life throws you in
To the unknown
And you feel like you’re
Out there all alone

These are words
That every girl should have a chance to hear
There will be love
There will be pain
There will be hope
There will be fear
And through it all year after year
Stand or fall I will be right here
For you

Dear daughter
Don’t worry about those stupid girls
If they try to bring you down
It’s cause they’re scared and insecure
Dear daughter
Don’t change for any man
Even if he promises the stars
And takes you by the hand

Life throws you in
To the unknown
And you feel like you’re
Out there all alone

These are words
That every girl should have a chance to hear
There will be love
There will be pain
There will be hope
There will be fear
And through it all year after year
Stand or fall I will be right here
For you

Dear daughter
I was just like you
And just like me
You’re gonna make it through

These are words
That every girl should have a chance to hear
There will be love
There will be pain
There will be hope
There will be fear
And through it all year after year
Stand or fall I will be right here
And after all, I will be right here
For you

Writer/s: ELIZABETH HALE, JOSEPH HOTTINGER, DAVE BASSETT

Pat Benatar – Treat Me Right

This is my contribution to Song Lyric Sunday for Jim Adams’s blog. This week’s prompt…Ghost/Pumpkin/Trick/Treat/Witch.

From her 1980 album, Crimes Of Passion. The song reached #18 on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart on March 13, 1981.

From Wikipedia

Treat Me Right” is a single by Pat Benatar. Benatar released HER version December 29, 1980, as the third and final single released off her best-selling album, Crimes of Passion. Produced by Keith Olsen, the song was written by Doug Lubahn.

But it was released a year earlier than Benatar in 1979 by the band BULLSEYE. And never received wide radio play as her.

Treat Me Right

You want me to leave, you want me to stay
You ask me to come back, you turn and walk away
You want to be lovers, and you want to be friends
I’m losing my patience, you’re nearing the endOne of these days you’re gonna reach out and find
The one that you count on has left you behind
Don’t want to be no martyr, with no one, no say
Oh my, my baby, before it’s too lateTreat me right, treat me right
Open your eyes, maybe you’ll see the lightDo you think I’m a fool, well you better think twice
I’ve had enough baby, it’s time you realized
That you can’t have it both ways, it’s no way to live
You’ve done all the takin’, it’s your turn to giveOne of these days you’re gonna reach out and find
The one that you count on has left you behind
Don’t want to be no martyr, with no one, no say
Oh my, my baby, before it’s too lateTreat me right, treat me right
Open your eyes, maybe you’ll see the light
Oh, treat me rightYou want me to leave, you want me to stay
You ask me to come back, you turn and walk away
You want to be lovers, and you want to be friends
I’m losing my patience, you’re nearing the endTreat me right, treat me right
Open your eyes, maybe you’ll see the light
Oh, treat me rightTreat me right
Treat me right
Treat me right
Treat me right
Treat me right
Treat me right
Treat me right
Treat me right

Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Douglas Harden Lubahn