DVS
A ghost from your dreams
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some of you youngsters won't remember these musical artists, but being a musician and being old, I do.
This parallels a little with a post from a few days back, speaking of the word FUCK and it's origins. I sidestepped the thread and took it for a musical ride into the use of the word in 'old codger' rock song lyrics. Of course, now days, it is rather common in some types of music. But, the use is blatant, and brash. No class to it, at all.
I also like (liked, because these are old songs?) the twisting of songs into a sexual context, without being found out by the recording company. Yes, it was rather tough back in those days. LOL, not any more, huh?
Two artists who did this were masters at it. One did it a little, and the other did it on a normal basis.
Jackson Browne is still making music but he has been around a long time. The most recent I have heard from him is the mid 90s. "The Pretender", and "Runnin' on Empty" are a couple of his songs. Also, one called "Rosie" is a slow song, with lots of harmony and I am sure the women love it. Yes, it seems like a very sappy song, but if you listen to the lyrics, it is not.
It is about a guy who plays in a band, and sees a girl he likes. But, she falls for the drummer, and so the song continues to the 'meat' of it. The song is about him going home and jacking off! Rosie is from Rosie Palmer and her 5 sisters fame, and he is very good at not giving it away, unless you are very keen at finding these things.
Rosie is his HAND. If you still don't get it, listen to the words more closely: "you turn out the light","you wear my ring" and "I've got to hand it to me". On the same topic, "Redneck Friend" (another song he does this in) is his penis (really). Lines like "the damage would do you good" kind of make that one more obvious. By the way, the keyboard player listed as "Rockaday Johnny" on "Redneck Friend" is really Elton John. Just a little tidbit of info.
The second artist was (yes, he's dead) truly a master at this. Frank Zappa (and the Mothers of Invention) was one of those writers where you had to listen closely or you would miss something.
I have posted lyrics from one song "Dinah-Moe Humm", but they lose an awful lot, without his masterful music style. And, each song is a story, so the few lyrics I have included are probably not going to make any sense to you.
---------SNIPS from Dinah-Moe Humm-------
I couldn't say where she's coming' from,
But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm
She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum (Y'jes can't do it)
She made a bet with her sister who's a little dumb She could prove it any time all men was scum
I don't mind that she called me a bum,
But I knew right away she was really gonna cum (So I got down to it)
I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb An' applied rotation on her sugar plum
I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb
But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm,
-------------SNIP-------------
Just get me wasted
An' you're half-way there
'Cause if my mind's tore up
Then my body don't care
-------------SNIP-------------
I checked out her sister
Who was holdin' the bet
An' wondered what kind of trip
The young lady was on
The forty dollar bill
didn't matter no more
When her sister got nekkid
an' laid on the floor
She said Dinah-Moe might
win the bet But she could use a little ________
if I wasn't done yet
-------------SNIP-------------
So I pulled on her hair
Got her legs in the air
An' asked if she had any cooties on there
(Whaddya mean cooties! No cooties on me!)
She was buns-up kneelin' BUNS UP!
I was wheelin' an dealin'
WHEELIN' AN' DEALIN' AN OOOOH!
She surrended to the feelin'
SHE SWEETLY SURRENDERED
An' she started in to squealin'
Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed
With her lips just a-twitchin'
an' her face gone red
Some drool rollin' down
From the edge of her chin
While she spied the condition
Her sister was in
She quivered 'n quaked
An' clutched at herself
While her sister made a joke
'Bout her mental health
'Till Dinah-Moe finally Did give in
But I told her All she really needed
Was some discipline...
Kiss my aura...Dora... M-M-M...
it's real angora
Would y'all like some more-a?
Right here on the flora?
An' how 'bout you, Fauna? Y'wanna?
MMM...sound like y'might be chokin' on somethin' Did you say you want some more?
Well, here's some more... MMM
Anyway, I was just in a mood to speak my mind on this. Ah, the good old days...
Don't know if it is considered proper thread etiquette, but if you got this far, I should at least say thanks for reading.
...Now, back to our regular programing, already in progress.
This parallels a little with a post from a few days back, speaking of the word FUCK and it's origins. I sidestepped the thread and took it for a musical ride into the use of the word in 'old codger' rock song lyrics. Of course, now days, it is rather common in some types of music. But, the use is blatant, and brash. No class to it, at all.
I also like (liked, because these are old songs?) the twisting of songs into a sexual context, without being found out by the recording company. Yes, it was rather tough back in those days. LOL, not any more, huh?
Two artists who did this were masters at it. One did it a little, and the other did it on a normal basis.
Jackson Browne is still making music but he has been around a long time. The most recent I have heard from him is the mid 90s. "The Pretender", and "Runnin' on Empty" are a couple of his songs. Also, one called "Rosie" is a slow song, with lots of harmony and I am sure the women love it. Yes, it seems like a very sappy song, but if you listen to the lyrics, it is not.
It is about a guy who plays in a band, and sees a girl he likes. But, she falls for the drummer, and so the song continues to the 'meat' of it. The song is about him going home and jacking off! Rosie is from Rosie Palmer and her 5 sisters fame, and he is very good at not giving it away, unless you are very keen at finding these things.
Rosie is his HAND. If you still don't get it, listen to the words more closely: "you turn out the light","you wear my ring" and "I've got to hand it to me". On the same topic, "Redneck Friend" (another song he does this in) is his penis (really). Lines like "the damage would do you good" kind of make that one more obvious. By the way, the keyboard player listed as "Rockaday Johnny" on "Redneck Friend" is really Elton John. Just a little tidbit of info.
The second artist was (yes, he's dead) truly a master at this. Frank Zappa (and the Mothers of Invention) was one of those writers where you had to listen closely or you would miss something.
I have posted lyrics from one song "Dinah-Moe Humm", but they lose an awful lot, without his masterful music style. And, each song is a story, so the few lyrics I have included are probably not going to make any sense to you.
---------SNIPS from Dinah-Moe Humm-------
I couldn't say where she's coming' from,
But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm
She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum (Y'jes can't do it)
She made a bet with her sister who's a little dumb She could prove it any time all men was scum
I don't mind that she called me a bum,
But I knew right away she was really gonna cum (So I got down to it)
I whipped off her bloomers'n stiffened my thumb An' applied rotation on her sugar plum
I poked'n stroked till my wrist got numb
But I still didn't hear no Dinah-Moe Humm,
-------------SNIP-------------
Just get me wasted
An' you're half-way there
'Cause if my mind's tore up
Then my body don't care
-------------SNIP-------------
I checked out her sister
Who was holdin' the bet
An' wondered what kind of trip
The young lady was on
The forty dollar bill
didn't matter no more
When her sister got nekkid
an' laid on the floor
She said Dinah-Moe might
win the bet But she could use a little ________
if I wasn't done yet
-------------SNIP-------------
So I pulled on her hair
Got her legs in the air
An' asked if she had any cooties on there
(Whaddya mean cooties! No cooties on me!)
She was buns-up kneelin' BUNS UP!
I was wheelin' an dealin'
WHEELIN' AN' DEALIN' AN OOOOH!
She surrended to the feelin'
SHE SWEETLY SURRENDERED
An' she started in to squealin'
Dinah-Moe watched from the edge of the bed
With her lips just a-twitchin'
an' her face gone red
Some drool rollin' down
From the edge of her chin
While she spied the condition
Her sister was in
She quivered 'n quaked
An' clutched at herself
While her sister made a joke
'Bout her mental health
'Till Dinah-Moe finally Did give in
But I told her All she really needed
Was some discipline...
Kiss my aura...Dora... M-M-M...
it's real angora
Would y'all like some more-a?
Right here on the flora?
An' how 'bout you, Fauna? Y'wanna?
MMM...sound like y'might be chokin' on somethin' Did you say you want some more?
Well, here's some more... MMM
Anyway, I was just in a mood to speak my mind on this. Ah, the good old days...
Don't know if it is considered proper thread etiquette, but if you got this far, I should at least say thanks for reading.
...Now, back to our regular programing, already in progress.