This thread is growing into a love shack, baby. — Olivier5

:cool:
I think that's @Hanover's place.
Pretty sure I caught sight of one of his goats.
Better not go there...

Did you ever wake up with a song, not in your heart but running through your head...?
The tune just fine but the words...

This morning it was, "I can't stand the pain. On my window. Rain"

The song:
I Can't Stand the Rain - Ann Peebles (1974) — Amity

This happens to me a lot. I think my subconscious is speaking to me via songs, reminding me important stuff I need to mind, through the lyrics of songs popping into my head for no obvious reason.

In your case, it would be an expression of pain, that replaced the word 'rain' in the lyrics you recreated mentally. I am sorry that you are going (apparently) through some pain. The best song I know about that is unfortunately written for a man, and in French, but here is an attempt at a translation:




Hey Manu, get yourself home
Your beer’s awash with tears
The pub’s about to close
And you’re pissing off the barman
I never believed a guy in leather
Could cry like you do
I didn’t even think
You were capable of suffering
I was forgetting that your tattoos
And your knife blade
Are really just a way to protect
Your big soft heart

Don’t do anything stupid Manu
Don’t go slashing your wrists
One woman lost
Ten pals that come back

We were all shacked up
While you were single
You used to say “I’m bored shitless
And I’d like to save myself”
You met this chick
Who was good for no one
You said “she’s the one for me,
Or something ain’t right”
You were a bit hasty
Getting her name tattooed
In the place where your
Big stupid heart beats

Don’t do anything stupid Manu
You’re hurting me mate
One woman lost
It’s ten pals that come back

I tell you we’re wolves;
We’re meant to live in packs,
But never in couples
Or not for very long
Us lot, we sent our chicks packing
Donkey's years ago
You, you’re still in the blink
With yours and freaking out
Hey Manu, living free
Often means living alone
That can be a bellyache
But it’s good for the soul

Don’t do anything stupid Manu
Hatred ain't good for nothing
One woman lost
It’s ten pals that come back

She’s not in love anymore
Time to sling your hook Manu
She can’t be happy
In the arms of a hooligan
If when you tell her “I love you”
She asks for a light
If she has a migraine
As soon as you’re in the sack
Tell her that you’re sorry
That you must have been walking
On the wrong side of the road
The day you met her
You must’ve got your wires crossed

Don’t do anything stupid Manu
Don’t go slashing your wrists
One woman lost
It’s ten pals that come back

:clap: "Tin. Roof. Rusted!"

"Tin. Roof. Rusted!" — 180 Proof

:-)

"A lyric from The B-52’s hit song “Love Shack,” tin roof, rusted is interpreted by some to mean “pregnant,” usually with an unintended baby."

:lol: :up: I lived in Atlanta on and off for over a decade and I never heard that but it sounds right to my carpetbagger ears (especially since the B-52s were from nearby Athens, GA).

:smile: I always fancied Americanisms. They are so evocative. (one of my favorites is: it's not over untill the fat lady sings)

Hello, hello, hello
Is anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?

Come on, come on down
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again

Relax, relax, relax
I need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child, I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

OK, OK, OK
Just a little pin prick.
There'll be no more, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up, stand up, stand up.
I do believe it's working good.
That'll keep you going for the show.

Come on, it's time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying.

When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look, but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child has grown, the dream is gone.

I have become comfortably numb.

This happens to me a lot. I think my subconscious is speaking to me via songs, reminding me important stuff I need to mind, through the lyrics of songs popping into my head for no obvious reason.

In your case, it would be an expression of pain, that replaced the word 'rain' in the lyrics you recreated mentally. I am sorry that you are going (apparently) through some pain. The best song I know about that is unfortunately written for a man, and in French, but here is an attempt at a translation — Olivier5

The thing is with:

This morning it was, "I can't stand the pain. On my window. Rain" — Amity

Appreciate your thoughts.

I wasn't in any physical pain. Unless as part of the brain strain, of being human.
'I can't stand the pain'.
Perhaps stemming from frustration at powerlessness in the face of...everything that's wrong.
'On my window'. Reflections of a glass barrier between the external and internal.
'Rain'. Good or bad, life 'weather' depending.

Way too much thinking on stuff that passes through your mind.
Not always as important as we think it is, and then again...

Enjoy the day :sparkle:

Nota bene: my latest album is out now!
But nobody is listening :groan: so I've come here for some...er...attention :starstruck:
https://thephilosophyforum.com/discussion/13331/the-art-act-or-end-of-attention
What happens when we don't pay attention...?
What does it cost?

Pay Attention



[Verse 1]
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
And I hit cars
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
And I start wars
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
(You know what I mean
You know what I mean)
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
(You know what I mean
You know what I mean)
[Chorus]
So if I ask you a question, don’t answer it
And if I send you an email, don’t hit “reply”
'Cause I don’t know why, know why, I sent it in the first place
And if it´s in the best interest, I’ll think of it
But if it’s not, oh well, I can’t deny
That I don’t know why, know why
I’m still a part of this human race

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
And I burn toast
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
And it hurts you to the most
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
(You know what I mean
You know what I mean)
Sometimes I don’t pay attention
(You know what I mean
You know what I mean)

REPEAT CHORUS X3

Who are the attention seekers?
Our probable next PM. Already making trouble.
https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2022/aug/02/liz-truss-dismissal-of-attention-seeker-sturgeon-will-horrify-scots-says-snp

Pity idiot Truss and the Tories can't be ignored :meh:

Here come the Pretenders...gotta love Chrissie...



Brass in Pocket
The Pretenders

I got brass in pocket
I got bottle, I'm gonna use it
Intention, I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice and

Got motion, restrained emotion
Been driving, Detroit leaning
No reason, just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my, imagination

'Cause I going make you see
There's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special
(Special)
So special
(Special)
I got have some of your attention, give it to me

I got rhythm, I can't miss a beat
I got a new Skank, so reet
Got something, I'm winking at you
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my, imagination

Oh, 'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special
(Special)
So special
(Special)
I got to have some of your attention, give it to me

'Cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here, no one like me
I'm special
(Special)
So special
(Special)
I got have some of your attention, give it to me
Ohh, in when you are

Songwriters: Chrissie Hynde, James Honeyman Scott
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: Musixmatch

Maybe we can do something with this musicalization of philosophy or, conversely, the philosophization of music. Wouldn't that be awesome?! The point to education has always been to make learning fun, oui mes amies?

, did you change your job or your attitude?
Did you pick your own wars or battles?
Change. Of cages challenging — Amity

Have been thinking about this, and just now got around to answering...

I changed jobs, but it applies to everything. It's that feeling of hollow success, where you've mastered the task, gained the respect, have become the go to person, and you could coast the rest of the way in the safety of the confines of the cage, where you have the lead role. You have all the trappings of success, but a trap is the worst accomplishment of them all.

The walk on part in the war, though, there's no cage. It's the chaos and uncertainty of the moment. It's wondering if you're going to make it or if the next day will be at all like the last.

It's freedom. It's the lack of clinging to all the trappings of safety and comfort. It's pure expression, no one confining you, not trapped in by the fear you may lose. The bullets flying too fast to think about rest.

It's that manic state that knows no bounds, and it's the realization that the cage held no safety at all, but it assured a slow cutting off and a death. It's realizing if you can survive the war, you're invincible.

So yeah, that lyric means a lot to me. And that it's part of a song that wishes someone was here, who critically is gone, well that's another story, but part of what it means to be at it without much else to lose, dependant only on what you've got right then and there. Not having to cling to anything at all.

Clinging. The worst of things. Hanging tight like your life depends on it when it's letting go where life begins.

A ramble I know, but maybe that adds clarity. Or not. But that's what I heard when I heard the song.

Have been thinking about this, and just now got around to answering... — Hanover

Thank you. Worth the wait.

So yeah, that lyric means a lot to me. And that it's part of a song that wishes someone was here, who critically is gone, well that's another story, but part of what it means to be at it without much else to lose, dependant only on what you've got right then and there. Not having to cling to anything at all. — Hanover

There's always another story...more lyrics which mean a lot, in different ways.

A ramble I know, but maybe that adds clarity. Or not. But that's what I heard when I heard the song. — Hanover

You should know me by now. I love a good ramble and listening to another do the same :hearts:

It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing, ohh ohh ohh
There's one thing you gotta do, to make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now, stop sobbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop, stop, stop, stop

It is time for you to laugh instead of crying
Yes it's time for you to laugh so keep on trying, ohh ohh ohh
There's one thing you gotta do, to make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now, stop sobbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it

Each little tear that falls from your eyes
Makes, makes me want
To take you in my arms and tell you
To stop all your sobbing

There's one thing you gotta do, to make me still want you
Then there's one thing you gotta know, to make me want you so
Gotta stop sobbing now, stop sobbing now
Yeah, yeah, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it

Gotta stop sobbing now, gotta stop sobbing now
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Gotta stop sobbing now, gotta stop sobbing now
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Songwriters: Ray Davies. For non-commercial use only.

Just for you, rosebud :wink: :hearts: :flower:

What It’s Like

[Verse 1]
We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
"Get a job, you fucking slob" is all he replies

[Hook]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)

[Verse 2]
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said: "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll; I'm the man you've been dreamin' of"
But three months later he said he won't date her or return her calls
And she sweared, "Goddamn, If I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls!"
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the door:
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore!

[Hook 2]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)

[Bridge]
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad and the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked the baddest dimes
At least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends
On where you start

[Verse 3]
I knew this kid named Max, he used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late, liked to get shit faced and keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gunfight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it comes that way, at least that's what they say when you play the game

[Hook]
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
Then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
To have to lose...

An anti-war protest song by the one-hit wonder German band Nena from their 1983 album.
An English-language version titled "99 Red Balloons", with lyrics by Kevin McAlea, was also released after the wild success of the German song internationally. The English version is not a direct translation of the German original and contains somewhat different lyrics.

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So I got wondering if the 'Protest Song' was alive and kicking in 2022...
Not exactly mainstream. Why?

Just got around to listening to this. It's so good :cool:

He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"Get a job you fu**in' slob," is all he replies
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
[...]
I've seen the good side of bad and the downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

:up:

Woke up cold one Tuesday
I'm looking tired and feeling quite sick
I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life
So I quickly opened the wardrobe
Pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt that seemed clean
Topped it off with a pair of old shoes
That were ripped around the seams
And I thought these shoes just don't suit me

Hey, I put some new shoes on
And suddenly everything is right
I said, hey I put some new shoes on
And everybody's smiling, it's so inviting

Oh short on money but long on time
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine
And I'm running late and I don't need an excuse
Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes

Woke up late one Thursday
And I'm seeing stars as I'm rubbing my eyes
And I felt like there were two days missing
As I focused on the time
And I made my way to the kitchen
But I had to stop from the shock of what I found
A room full of all my friends dancing round and round
And I thought hello new shoes
Bye bye blues
[chorus]
Take me wandering through these streets
Where bright lights and angels meet
Stone to stone they take me on
I'm walking to the break of dawn
[repetitions]

Songwriters: Paolo Giovanni Nutini, Matt Benbrook, Jim Duguid. For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch

I liked that. Here's one to match, though I couldn't find the lyrics.

Here's one to match, though I couldn't find the lyrics. — Olivier5

'Fancy Jeans'.
I like the fun and cheeky wordplay.
If you click on CC, you can read the subtitles.

Look inside Paulo's wardrobe; more than jeans and shoes.
Catch sight of another Scottish singer/songwriter and musician - Gerry Rafferty. :cool:



Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about ev'rything

This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people, but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin', you're tryin' now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're cryin', you're cryin' now

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything

He's got this dream about buying some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about ev'rything

But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin'
'Cause he's rollin', he's the rolling stone
When you wake up, it's a new mornin'
The sun is shinin', it's a new mornin'
You're goin', you're goin' home

Songwriters: Gerry Rafferty
For non-commercial use only.
Data From: Musixmatch

"Trust My Baby" (2:41)
The Real Folk Blues, 1966 (song released 1960)
Sonny Boy Williamson II



"Checkin' Up On My Baby" (1:53)
The Real Folk Blues, 1966 (song released 1960)
Sonny Boy Williamson II

So you
raise your window
so I can
ease out
soft and slow ..

"One Way Out" (2:44)
The Real Folk Blues, 1966 (song released 1962)
Sonny Boy Williamson II

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls, and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home


And I built a home
For you, for me
Until it disappeared
From me, from you
And now, it's time to leave
And turn to dust


Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees


By the cracks of his skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held onto me
Held on as tightly as you held onto me


And I built a home
For you, for me
Until it disappeared
From me, from you
And now, it's time to leave
And time to die

So I knew this girl long ago, and I clicked with her in what I thought a special way, but she was off the chart borderline and the mood swings from love to hate so sharp and wild. I was forever disappointed that I could never convince her I meant no harm, but she couldn't help but to project her insecurities upon me, reading malice where there was nothing but kindness.

I let her go because I brought her such unintended pain and me such grief at her suffering. I imagine she's somewhere alone, but only because her view of reality was skewed by childhood trauma, not because the world still rejects her.

This song pleads my case, but it'd have fallen on damaged ears had I sent it way back when.

I heard this long after she came and went, but instantly saw her in these words.

When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
Oh when darkness comes
And pain is all, is all around

'Bridge Over Troubled Water" (5:31)
Aretha's Greatest Hits, 1971
writer Paul Simon, 1970^^
performer Aretha Franklin

https://youtu.be/4G-YQA_bsOU ^^

*

Four in the morning
Crapped out
Yawning
Longing my life away
I'll never worry
Why should I?
It's all gonna fade

"Still Crazy After All These Years" (5:05)
My World, 1993
writer Paul Simon, 1975**
performer, Ray Charles

https://youtu.be/Q5Eoax6I-O4 **