Hmmm. Tagged by Yoko!
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skyringWell, thanks, Yoko!
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.
1. The land of Holiday is such an appealing place. No everyday worries, a new romance, boundless possibilities. And then you're home again. Perhaps I like Holiday too much.
Sand in my Shoes by Dido.
Two weeks away feels like the whole world should have changed
but I'm home now and things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack, try to forget for one more night that I'm back in my flat
on the road where the cars never stop going through the night
to a life where I can't watch the sunset, I don't have time, I don't have time
I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you but why would I want to
I know we said goodbye, anything else would've been confused
but I want to see you again
2. A "hook" in that "repo man" line, it catches my ears and pulls me in. I could hardly believe I was hearing about tracer gliding in its graceful arc, but that's exactly what it does. It only glides if you are at either end of the trajectory, of course.
The One I Love by David Grey.
Gonna close my eyes
Girl and watch you go
Running through this life darling
Like a field of snow
As the tracer glides
In its graceful arc
Send a little prayer out to ya
‘cross the falling dark
Tell the repo man
And the stars above
You’re the one I love
3. "He's obsessed!" said DD to DS as I bought this album today. And maybe I am. But Dido sings the sort of melodic, slightly quirky love songs I like. I'm a romantic at heart, and "heart" is the operative word in that phrase.
White Flag by Dido.
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
4. This earworm is stuck in my head. And my cassette player. Literally stuck. It's just slightly over the top, but it's that catchy chorus that jangles around in my head and brings a crooked smile to my face.
Billy Bayou by Jim Reeves
Billy was a boy kind of big for his size
Red hair, freckles, and big blue eyes
Thirteen years from the day he was born
Bill fought the battle of the Little Big Horn
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You’re walking on quicksand, walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days
5. Australia Day is just past, and this song was being played everywhere. We have our dirge-like anthem, we have Waltzing Matilda, and we have, well, this song. "I defy you to listen to this song without a shiver running up your spine," said my BIL, a bushy, a digger, a real Australian.
I am, you are, we are Australian by just about everyone.
I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I'm a child of the depression
I saw the good times come
I'm a bushy, I'm a battler
I am Australian
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian
I am, you are, we are Australian.
6. They played this one on the radio yesterday. Another quirky song, a one-hit wonder, but I love it for being both. It's the odd subject and the wordplay that grips me.
One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head.
Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist
Whose every move's among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
Siam's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old river or reclining Buddha
7. And my final song brings me back to the land of Holiday. I'm going back there. A magic place, a gentle place, a spectacular place. Over the top and quirky, living on the edge. Do you know, I've been searching for these lyrics for thirty odd years, ever since I heard them in a Qantas ad. But somehow I never found the words. And now when I see the artist, I know I was looking in the wrong place. I only just found them, but I could never foget that wonderful opening line.
San Francisco by Judy Garland
San Francisco, open your golden gate
You'll let nobody wait outside your door
San Francisco, here is your wanderin' one
Saying I'll wander no more.
Other places only make me love you best
Tell me you're the one in all the golden west
San Francisco, I'm coming home again
Never to roam again...
And I won't tag anyone. I think we've all gone around the ring with this. Instead I leave you with this kinky link. A great lyrics site, with pictures and notes and a few Java games taking me back to the Eighties.
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.
1. The land of Holiday is such an appealing place. No everyday worries, a new romance, boundless possibilities. And then you're home again. Perhaps I like Holiday too much.
Sand in my Shoes by Dido.
Two weeks away feels like the whole world should have changed
but I'm home now and things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack, try to forget for one more night that I'm back in my flat
on the road where the cars never stop going through the night
to a life where I can't watch the sunset, I don't have time, I don't have time
I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you but why would I want to
I know we said goodbye, anything else would've been confused
but I want to see you again
2. A "hook" in that "repo man" line, it catches my ears and pulls me in. I could hardly believe I was hearing about tracer gliding in its graceful arc, but that's exactly what it does. It only glides if you are at either end of the trajectory, of course.
The One I Love by David Grey.
Gonna close my eyes
Girl and watch you go
Running through this life darling
Like a field of snow
As the tracer glides
In its graceful arc
Send a little prayer out to ya
‘cross the falling dark
Tell the repo man
And the stars above
You’re the one I love
3. "He's obsessed!" said DD to DS as I bought this album today. And maybe I am. But Dido sings the sort of melodic, slightly quirky love songs I like. I'm a romantic at heart, and "heart" is the operative word in that phrase.
White Flag by Dido.
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
4. This earworm is stuck in my head. And my cassette player. Literally stuck. It's just slightly over the top, but it's that catchy chorus that jangles around in my head and brings a crooked smile to my face.
Billy Bayou by Jim Reeves
Billy was a boy kind of big for his size
Red hair, freckles, and big blue eyes
Thirteen years from the day he was born
Bill fought the battle of the Little Big Horn
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch where you go
You’re walking on quicksand, walk slow
Billy, Billy Bayou, watch what you say
A pretty girl'll get you one of these days
5. Australia Day is just past, and this song was being played everywhere. We have our dirge-like anthem, we have Waltzing Matilda, and we have, well, this song. "I defy you to listen to this song without a shiver running up your spine," said my BIL, a bushy, a digger, a real Australian.
I am, you are, we are Australian by just about everyone.
I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I'm a child of the depression
I saw the good times come
I'm a bushy, I'm a battler
I am Australian
We are one, but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come
We share a dream and sing with one voice:
I am, you are, we are Australian
I am, you are, we are Australian.
6. They played this one on the radio yesterday. Another quirky song, a one-hit wonder, but I love it for being both. It's the odd subject and the wordplay that grips me.
One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head.
Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist
Whose every move's among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
Siam's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old river or reclining Buddha
7. And my final song brings me back to the land of Holiday. I'm going back there. A magic place, a gentle place, a spectacular place. Over the top and quirky, living on the edge. Do you know, I've been searching for these lyrics for thirty odd years, ever since I heard them in a Qantas ad. But somehow I never found the words. And now when I see the artist, I know I was looking in the wrong place. I only just found them, but I could never foget that wonderful opening line.
San Francisco by Judy Garland
San Francisco, open your golden gate
You'll let nobody wait outside your door
San Francisco, here is your wanderin' one
Saying I'll wander no more.
Other places only make me love you best
Tell me you're the one in all the golden west
San Francisco, I'm coming home again
Never to roam again...
And I won't tag anyone. I think we've all gone around the ring with this. Instead I leave you with this kinky link. A great lyrics site, with pictures and notes and a few Java games taking me back to the Eighties.
