Lyrics Post: “Sloop John B”

How often have I heard the song? How often have I tried to play it? Clearly not enough…so here we go again.

“Sloop John B”

“We come on the sloop John B

My grandfather and me

Around Nassau town we did roam

Drinking all night

Got into a fight

Well I feel so broke up

I want to go home

So hoist up the John B’s sail

See how the mainsail sets

Call for the Captain ashore

Let me go home, let me go home

I wanna go home, yeah yeah

Well I feel so broke up

I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk

And broke in the Cap’n’s trunk

The constable had to come and take him away

Sheriff John Stone

Why don’t you leave me alone, yeah yeah

Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B’s sail

See how the mainsail sets

Call for the Captain ashore

Let me go home, let me go home

I wanna go home, let me go home

Why don’t you let me go home

(Hoist up the John B’s sail)

Hoist up the John B

I feel so broke up I wanna go home

Let me go home

The poor cook he caught the fits

And threw away all my grits

And then he took and he ate up all of my corn

Let me go home

Why don’t they let me go home

This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on

So hoist up the John B’s sail

See how the mainsail sets

Call for the Captain ashore

Let me go home, let me go home

I wanna go home, let me go home

Why don’t you let me go home”

By The Beach Boys

Lyrics Post: “Anthill” By KINO (Victor Tsoi)

This one from almost thirty years ago, living in the then Soviet Union…this band, they became part of the soundtrack of that year for me…so GOOD.

“A new day is starting

And cars pass there and forth

If the sun isn’t too lazy to rise,

It’s okay for us too then.

The anthill lives on,

Some ant broke a limb – it’s alright,

It will heal soon,

And if it’ll die – it’ll die…

I don’t like it when I’m lied to,

But I’m tired of the truth as well,

I tried to find a haven,

They say that I wasn’t searching too well.

And I don’t know what’s the percentage

Of insane people nowadays,

But If I were to believe my eyes and ears –

It’ll be three times bigger…

And we could’ve lead a war

Against those who are against us,

Because those who are against those who are against us,

Can’t manage without us

Our future is vague,

In our past it’s either heaven or hell,

Our money doesn’t find its way to our pockets,

But it’s morning already – get up!

I don’t like it when I’m lied to,

But I’m tired of the truth as well,

I tried to find a haven,

They say that I wasn’t searching too well.

And I don’t know what’s the percentage

Of insane people nowadays,

But If I were to believe my eyes and ears –

It’ll be three times bigger…”

Courtesy of

https://lyricstranslate.com

And the original –

Муравейник

Начинается новый день

И машины туда-сюда…

Раз уж солнцу вставать не лень,

И для нас, значит, ерунда.

Муравейник живет,

Кто-то лапку сломал – не в счет,

А до свадьбы заживет,

А помрет – так помрет…

Я не люблю, когда мне врут,

Но от правды я тоже устал,

Я пытался найти приют,

Говорят, что плохо искал.

И я не знаю, каков процент

Сумасшедших на данный час,

Но, если верить глазам и ушам –

Больше в несколько раз…

И мы могли бы вести войну

Против тех, кто против нас,

Так как те, кто против тех, кто против нас,

Не справляются с ними без нас.

Наше будущее – туман,

В нашем прошлом – то ад, то рай,

Наши деньги не лезут в карман,

Вот и утро – вставай!

Я не люблю, когда мне врут,

Но от правды я тоже устал,

Я пытался найти приют,

Говорят, что плохо искал.

И я не знаю, каков процент

Сумасшедших на данный час,

Но, если верить глазам и ушам –

Больше в несколько раз…

https://lyricstranslate.com

#Blessed

To be alive right now.

To be the parent of these three amazing kids.

To have the family I have.

To have the friends I have.

To have seen the concerts I’ve see.

To have clothes on my back, shoes on my feed, a roof over my head, and food to eat in abundance and variety and quality.

To have the job I have right now, and the career up to this point prior.

To be inspired every day.

To come back to the same foundation every day:

LOVE.

Lyrics Post: “Lovin’ Every Minute of It”

Way back when — think, two score (40 years) — there was a bit of a Canadian invasion of the American pop / rock music scene. Loverboy was one of those bands that squeezed everything they could out of their time on that scene. I’ve not thought about them for years, but then somehow my eight year old son got turned on to one their tunes, THIS tune, and well…

Now, we’re lovin’ every minute of it. : – )

Good riff, catchy lyrics, it was one of the hits of the band road out for a long time. And with my son now singing along to the tune, and asking that we play it pretty well everyday, well, glad it’s a good tune. ENJOY.

“I’m not man or machine
I’m just something in between
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa
I’m all love, a dynamo
So push the button and let me go
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa

You want me to come alive
Flick the switch into overdrive
You and me can let it be
Ready (ready), aim (aim), fire

Touch that dial
Turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it, c’mon

I got fun, you want some
I’m ever ready, Dr. Love
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa
I’m antenna, aerial
I’m tunin’ in, I’m outta control
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa

You got love, you got a deal
You wanna drive then take the wheel
You and me can let it be
Ready (ready), aim (aim), fire

Touch that dial
Turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it, all right

Oh, you want me to come alive
So flick the switch into overdrive
You and me can let it be
Ready (ready), aim (aim), fire

Touch that dial
Turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
(Lovin’)
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it

C’mon and touch that dial
Turn me on
Start me like a motor
Make me run
Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin’ every minute of it
Lovin’ every minute of it
Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa”

Bonus Bit? Just who IS the writer of this song…? Robert Lange wasn’t in the band…

Writer(s): Lange Robert John

Inspiration Everywhere: An Occasional Series

One of the main purposes of this blog is to further positive feelings, vibes, attitudes.

Through snippets, tales, stories, recaps, I look to show and share the good, even in situations that sometimes don’t seem so positive on the face of it.

When I was a kid I used to read the weekly magazine, Sports Illustrated. Maybe my favorite part of that magazine was the feature articles. I loved reading about the people featured — mostly athletes, but others too — their trials, tribulations, and triumphs.

So in that vane, I’m starting a new occasional series entitled, “Inspiration Everywhere.”

Over the years I’ve often posted song lyrics I find appealing, fun, inspired. This new series will be similar, with the main intent the same: to find more good and share it.

Thanks for your attention.

Lyrics Post: “Granny” Dave Matthews Band

Have loved this song since I first heard it. Still love it 30 years later. So much love, such a clear path…I believe it’s LOVE…

“Hello, how are you doing today?

Hope I find you feeling healthy

I’m so glad our paths crossed this time today

On our way into the night

I say it’s love, treats us well, keeps us dancing and romancing

Baby, I love you up and down and inside out

Say love when I approach to you, they fall like rain

You tell me, baby, your heart’s into a thousand pieces, dies

Stop, only old and wise with clouded eyes

You can’t see what I can

I blindly throw my faith to the face

Of the next pretty girl to come my way

So here we are, all of us stand around

We’re leaning heavy on each other

Always wondering what is it lies behind

The worried eyes of one another

Well, I believe it’s love that’s hiding there

Deep down inside us all

So baby, I do not understand this twist you have

Love, when I approach, the tears they fall like rain

You tell me, baby, your heart’s into a thousand pieces, dashed

Stop, only old and wise with clouded eyes

You can’t see what I can

I blindly throw my faith to the face

Of the next good thing to come my way

I say, it’s love, don’t keep it down, keep it out, let it out sellin’

Baby, celebrate it all, it’s doing fine

Say love, when I approach you, tears they fall like rain

You tell me, baby, your heart’s into a thousand pieces, dashed

Love

Baby

Love

Baby

Love teach us well, keeps us dancing and romancing

Baby, two of us turn, turn together

Love, oh yeah

Baby

Love, I guess I’ll never stop

Baby, gonna be an eternity in here

Love, each in the light of love with expectations

Baby, aah”

Songwriters: David J. Matthews

Granny lyrics © Colden Grey Ltd

Lyrics Post: “Gratitude” Oingo Boingo

As we round out this whacky crazy Covid-filled 2020, let’s not let the negative have the last word. Let’s sign off with an attitude of gratitude fir what went right, what we have to be thankful. And let’s let this Oingo Boingo song lift our spirits and tap our toes as 2020 draws to close.

“Life’s been so good to me
Has it been good to you?
Has it been everything
That you expected it to be?
Was it as good for you
As it was good for me?
And was it everything
That it was all set up to be?
(Now, is that gratitude?)

Now, is that gratitude?
Or is it really love
Some kind of reality
That fits just like a glove
Now, is that gratitude
For everything I’ve done
Or is it something else
That’s got me on the run?

In the middle of a big tornado
On the tip of everyone’s tongue
In the belly of a giant whale
All the girls just wanna have fun
In the look of a frightened neighbor
In a big, warm bed at night
In a broken elevator
In the teeth of a dog that bites
In the middle of a revolution
In the look of a child’s face
In the silence of the dinner table
In the stillness of disgrace

I used to eat little girls I knew
For breakfast
I used to fly high up in the sky
I used to chew up rocks and
Spit out gravel
I had a heart as cold as ice

But when I think of you
And what you’ve done to me
You took away my hope
You took away my fantasy
I once had lots of pride
The world was in my hands
I lived way at the top
Of castles made of sand

Ooh…
I dream of you sometimes”

Music and Lyrics by Danny Elfman & Oingo Boingo

Lyrics Post: “Silent Night”

Silent Night” (German: “Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht“) is a popular Christmas carol, composed in 1818 by Franz Xaver Gruber to lyrics by Joseph Mohr in the small town of Oberndorf bei Salzburg, Austria.

God is with us. God is near. Believe it. BELIEVE IT. Because it is so.

“Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
‘Round yon virgin Mother and Child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight!
Glories stream from heaven afar;
Heavenly hosts sing Al-le-lu-ia!
Christ the Savior is born!
Christ the Savior is born! Christ the Savior is born!

Silent night, holy night
Son of God, oh, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth
Jesus, Lord at Thy birth”

The above intro from Wikipedia. The whole entry here.

Lyrics Post: “Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats

We thought, *I* thought, this song was quite the lark back in 1983, all synthesized and right in tune with the era.

How fun! And still is. And maybe it’s time to have a little more of that these days…

S-S-S-S, A-A-A-A, F-F-F-F, E-E-E-E, T-T-T-T, Y-Y-Y-Y

Safety…dance…

We can dance if we want to

We can leave your friends behind

‘Cause your friends don’t dance

And if they don’t dance

Well, they’re no friends of mine

I say, we can go where we want to

A place where they will never find

And we can act like we come from out of this world

Leave the real one far behind

And we can dance (Come see!)

We can dance if we want to

We can leave your friends behind

‘Cause your friends don’t dance

And if they don’t dance

Well, they’re no friends of mine

I say, we can go where we want to

A place where they will never find

And we can act like we come from out of this world

Leave the real one far behind

And we can dance

(We can dance, we can dance, everything’s out of control)

(We can dance, we can dance, we’re doing it from wall to wall)

We can go when we want to

The night is young and so am I

And we can dress real neat

From our hats to our feet

And surprise ’em with a victory cry

I say, we can act if we want to

If we don’t nobody will

And you can act real rude

And totally removed

And I can act like an imbecile

I say, we can dance, we can dance, everything’s out of control (Out of control!)

We can dance, we can dance, we’re doing it from wall to wall (Wall to wall!)

We can dance, we can dance, everybody look at your hands (Look at your hands, yeah…)

We can dance, we can dance, everybody’s takin’ the chance

It’s safety dance

Well it’s safety dance

Yeah it’s safety dance

S-S-S-S, A-A-A-A, F-F-F-F, E-E-E-E, T-T-T-T, Y-Y-Y-Y

Safety…dance…

We can dance if we want to

We’ve got all your life and mine

As long as we abuse it

Never gonna lose it

Everything’ll work out right

I say, we can dance if we want to

We can leave your friends behind

‘Cause your friends don’t dance

And if they don’t dance

Well, they’re are no friends of mine

I say, we can dance, we can dance, everything’s out of control (Out of control!)

We can dance, we can dance, we’re doing it from wall to wall (Wall to wall!)

We can dance, we can dance, everybody look at your hands (Out of control!)

We can dance, we can dance, everybody’s takin’ the chance

Oh well, safety dance

Oh yes, safety dance

Oh well, safety dance

Oh yes, safety dance

Oh well, safety dance

Oh, safety dance

Oh, it’s safety dance

It’s safety dance

It’s safety dance

It’s safety dance!

Writer(s): Ivan Doroschuk

REPOST: Lyrics Post: “Curbside Prophet”, Jason Mraz

Need this energy about now…so sharing this one again…

Lyrics Post: “Curbside Prophet”, Jason Mraz

Heard this one originally back in 2005, from one of my oldest friends and true music lover, Scott Murph.

Still grateful for that lead-in, all these years later. Funky sound, fun lyrics, GOOD.

“I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket to come

I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket

You see it started way back in NYC

When I stole my first rhyme from the M.I.C.

At a west end avenue at 63

The beginning of a leap year, February, ’96

With a guitar picked up in the mix

I committed to the licks like a nickel back of tricks

Well look at me now

Look at me now

Look at me now, now, now, now

I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket to come

I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket

Well you’re never gonna guess

Where I’ve been been been

And I have no regrets

That I bet my whole checking account

Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end

Well you can only count on the road again

We’ll soon be on the radio dial

And I been payin’ close attention to the Willie Nelson style

Like a band of gypsies on the highway while

I’m one man pushin’ on the California skyline drive

Up the coast mc brag the most

I’m pickin up my pace and makin’ time like space ghost

Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most

Put my cruise control on coast

’cause I’m tourin’ around the nation on extended vacation see

I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation

I say, “I like your style, crazy pound pup!

You need a ride?

Well come on, girl, hop in the truck!”

I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket to come

I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket

I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket to come on

I’m just a curbside prophet

With my hand in my pocket

And I’m waiting for my rocket

See I’m a down home brother, redneck undercover

With my guitar here

I’m ready to play

And I’m s a sucker for a filly

Got a natural ability to give the freestyle

Look at my flexibility

Dangerous at the mike

My ghetto hat’s cocked right

The ladies say, “yo, that kid is crazy”

The backstage betties taking more than they can get

They say, “what’s up with m-are-a-z?”

Hey, hey, something’s different in my world today

Well they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

Hey, hey, something’s different in my world today

They changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

I’m just a curbside prophet

Curbside prophet now

Curbside prophet now

Curbside

Come on, now

Curbside prophet

Waiting for my rocket to come

Songwriters: Christina Ruffalo / Jason Mraz / William Galewood

Curbside Prophet lyrics © Fintage House Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Goo-Eyed Music