I was searching for the original of this song by the Field Mice on Youtube when I stumbled across this cover. I think it's not bad, and I like the video.
Without beforehand thinking
sometimes I say things
I could never hate you
I could never hate you
I do not mean one
word of what I say
I don't hate you
I don't, I do not
Let's kiss and make up
let's kiss and make up
Let's you and I
kiss and make up
Let's kiss and make up
let's kiss and make up
Let's you and I
kiss and make up
Without beforehand thinking
sometimes I say things
I could never hate you
I could never hate you
I do not mean one
word of what I say
I don't hate you
I love you
Let's kiss and make up
let's kiss and make up
Let's you and I
kiss and make up
Let's kiss and make up
let's kiss and make up
Let's you and I
kiss and make up
Saturday, 30 August 2008
Saint Etienne - Kiss and Make Up
Posted by val at 14:35 1 comments
Labels: Nifty 90's
Monday, 18 August 2008
The Shaggs - You're Something Special to Me
The Shaggs were an American all-female rock group formed in Fremont, New Hampshire in 1968. The band was composed of sisters Dorothy "Dot" Wiggin (vocals/lead guitar), Betty Wiggin (vocals/rhythm guitar), Helen Wiggin (drums), and later Rachel Wiggin (bass). The conceptual beginning of The Shaggs came from Austin Wiggin, Jr.'s mother. During Austin's youth she had predicted during a palmreading that he would marry a strawberry blonde woman, that he would have two sons after she had died, and that his daughters would form a popular music group. The first two predictions came true, so Austin set about making the third come true. Austin withdrew his daughters from school, bought them instruments, and arranged for them to receive music and vocal lessons.
- wikipedia
Lyrics are incomplete... I couldn't figure them all out, so if you want to have a go, be my guest!
you're something special to me
though others think you're not so grand
I still say you're quite the man
oh you're something special to me
when I hear your voice I know
you're the one that makes me go:
"you're something special to me"
when I see your face it shows
there's no place I'd rather go
than to be with you, so
you're something special to me
when you smile at me my ???
you make me see how happy I can be
you're something special to me
please don't speak unkind words to me
that would make me unhappy
how I want to tell you what you mean to me
I think you're the greatest guy I've ever seen
you're something special to me
oh, you're something special to me
Posted by val at 18:54 8 comments
Labels: Swingin' 60's
Blind Willie McTell - Searching the Desert for the Blues
"you make me feel like cryin' when you talk like that"
"sure enough, that's too bad baby"
William Samuel "Blind Willie" McTell recorded 149 songs between 1927 and 1956. This one's from 1932.
You may search the ocean, you might go 'cross the deep blue sea
But Mama, you'll never find another hot shot like me
I followed my baby from the station to the train
And the blues came down like (???) rain
I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying
I told her she had a home, just as long as I had mine
I've got two women, and you can't tell them apart
I've got one in my bosom, the other one in my heart
The one in my bosom, she's in Tennessee
And the one in my heart, don't even give a darn for me
I used to say a married woman was the sweetest woman that was ever born
But I've changed that thing, you better let married women alone
Take my advice: let these married women be
'Cause their husbands'll grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree
When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself,
I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else
I really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right,
act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night
I'm going, pretty mama, please don't break this rule;
that's why I'm searching these deserts for the blues
I'm going, pretty mama, searching these deserts now
That's why I'm walking my baby home anyhow
Lord, oh Lord
Lordy, Lordy, Lord
Oh Lordy Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself,
I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord
Posted by val at 04:31 2 comments
Labels: thrilling 30's
Saturday, 16 August 2008
Tonight You Belong To Me
This popular american song, written in 1926 by Billy Rose and Lee David, was a hit for Gene Austin in 1927.
In 1956, a new version with shorter lyrics was recorded by Lawrence Welk and The Lennon Sisters, reaching #15 on the Billboard charts in September.
Another delightful cover was made in the same year, by sister singing duo Patience and Prudence, who were, respectively, 14 and 11 years old. It charted #4, also in September.
I know (I know)
You belong to somebody new
But Tonight you belong to me
Although (although) we're apart
You're part of my heart
And tonight you belong to me
Way down by the stream
How sweet it will seem
Once more just to dream
In the moonlight
My honey I know (I know)
With the dawn that you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me
Way down, way down along the stream
How very, very sweet it will seem
Once more just to dream
In the silvery moonlight
My honey, I know (I know)
With the dawn that you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me
Just to little old me
Posted by fancy nancy at 19:22 1 comments
Labels: Terrific 20's
Friday, 15 August 2008
Sunny and the Sunliners - Sharing You
This is the sound of a heart breaking!
I didn't find any information on this particular song, which means the lyrics might be wrong and any help is welcome.
Sunny and the Sunliners, Sunny Ozuna's band, were formerly known as Sunny and the Sunglows.
I'm guessing this is a 60s song, from the little information I found on the band.
edit:
Plantsmantx said...
I know of at least three other versions of this song, all from the 60's. It was also recorded by Mitty Collier snd Johnny Adams, which were both quite bluesy, but the version I remember best from when I was a child in the mid-60's was done by....uh, I can't remember his name, but his version was more like the typical teen soul ballad of the time.
I don't know why I love you like I do
I don't know why I need you like I do
I must be going crazy to fool myself
But I know you belong to someone else
And I'm sharing you, Lord sharing you
This I know, this I know baby
I know you'll marry
Belong to someone else
I hope he finds it in his heart
To forgive me
I can't help myself
Cause if you love me like you say you do
Then leave him, leave him
Leave him right now
Leave him right now baby
I can't go on living on promises and tomorrows
Lord when I can easily have someone else
Get a true love
Baby I'll find someone of mine,
Someone of mine baby
All the love I have to share has come to despair
They say that if I keep on pushing I'll begin to show
But show, show won't make me much
So leave him, leave him
You just won't leave him
Leave him right now baby
You just won't, no you just won't...
Posted by fancy nancy at 01:13 3 comments
Labels: Swingin' 60's
Sunday, 3 August 2008
Chuck Berry - Sweet Little Sixteen
A song I'm sure you all know - here's a late (1972) live version.
Check out that knee action! Not bad for an old guy.
They're really rockin' in Boston, in Pittsburgh, PA.
Deep in the heart of Texas, an' 'round the 'Frisco Bay.
All over Saint Louie, an' down in New Orleans.
All the cats wanna dance with Sweet Little Sixteen.
Sweet Little Sixteen, she's just got to have,
About half a million famed autographs.
Her wallet filled with pictures she gets them one by one
Becomes so excited, watch her, look at her run, boy.
"Oh, mommy, mommy, Please may I go?
It's such a sight to see somebody steal the show."
"Oh, daddy, daddy, I beg of you,
Whisper to mommy, It's alright with you."
'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand, in Philadelphia, PA.
Deep in the heart of Texas an' 'round the 'Frisco Bay.
All over Saint Louie, way down in New Orleans.
All the cats wanna dance with Sweet Little Sixteen.
[ Instrumental break. ]
'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand, Philadelphia, PA.
Deep in the heart of Texas, an' 'round the 'Frisco Bay
All over Saint Louie, way down in New Orleans.
All the cats wanna dance with (oo!) Sweet Little Sixteen.
Sweet Little Sixteen, she's got the grown-up blues.
Tight dresses an' lipstick, she's sportin' high-heel shoes.
Oh, but tomorrow mornin' she'll have to change her trend.
And be sweet sixteen an' back in class again.
Well the'll be rockin' in Boston, Pittsburgh, PA.
Deep in the heart of Texas, an' 'round the 'Frisco Bay.
Way out in Saint Louie, way down in New Orleans.
All the cats wanna dance with Sweet Little Sixteen.
Posted by val at 21:28 0 comments
Labels: Fabulous 50's