Walk Like An Egyptian is one of those songs that you probably like in spite of yourself. It’s one of those insidious tunes that worms it’s way into your brain and sets up shop there. Still, you enjoy the ride. It’s got a great rhythm and a great melody, and it’s just fun.
From Wikipedia:
Liam Sternberg wrote the song after seeing people on a ferry walking awkwardly to keep their balance, which reminded him of figures in Ancient Egyptian reliefs. The opening lyrics state, “All the old paintings on the tombs/They do the sand dance don’t you know”. The reference to the sand dance possibly refers to a music hall routine performed by Wilson, Keppel and Betty where Wilson and Keppel danced around in the postures portrayed on the reliefs wearing the fez while Betty watched. The music video for “Walk Like an Egyptian” similarly featured people dancing in such a pose.
And of course, the lyrics:
All the old paintings on the tomb
They do the sand dance doncha know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They’re falling down like a domino
And the bazaar man by the Nile
He got the money on a bet
All the crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
The blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They’ve got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They’re walking like an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Slide feet up street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life[’s] hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want to find all the cops
They’re hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
They spin the club, cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian
All the cops in the donut shop say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
Turning Japanese is one of the most misunderstood songs of all time…or is it?
The meaning of the song is questionable. What is not questionable is what a great song this is. You hear it and it just lifts your spirits, makes you feel perky.
As far as the meaning, from Wikipedia
In the US, the song was believed to euphemistically refer to masturbation, specifically referencing certain facial distortions that may resemble the stereotypical image of a Japanese person. In fact, some US media outlets claimed that the phrase “turning Japanese” was a popular euphemism in the UK for masturbation; in reality, however, it has only become such a euphemism subsequent to the release of the song. Dave Fenton would alternately confirm and deny this suggestion in interviews, but admitted the phrase “turning Japanese” just popped into his head one morning when he woke up, and he viewed it as a love song when writing it. The song can be viewed as a love song or the ramblings of a man in a one sided relationship ostracized by society.
But from SongFacts
One of the more misinterpreted songs of all time, word was that “Turning Japanese” refers to the Oriental facial features people get at the moment of climax during masturbation. In a VH1 True Spin special, they asked The Vapors about this song, and they explained that it is a love song about someone who lost their girlfriend and was going slowly crazy. Lead singer Dave Fenton said: “Turning Japanese is all the clichés about angst and youth and turning into something you didn’t expect to.” It was inspired by Fenton’s relationship problems.
Personally, I dunno, but I always thought it was similar to the Who’s Pictures Of Lily, except a much better song.
And of course, the lyrics:
I’ve got your picture of me and you
You wrote “I love you” I wrote “me too”
I sit there staring and there’s nothing else to do
Oh it’s in color
Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel
And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when there’s no one else around
I’ve got your picture, I’ve got your picture
I’d like a million of you all ’round myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You’ve got me turning up and turning down
I’m turning in I’m turning ’round
I’m turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
I’m turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
I’ve got your picture, I’ve got your picture
I’d like a million of them all ’round myself
I want a doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You’ve got me turning up I’m turning down
I’m turning in I’m turning ’round
I’m turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
I’m turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it’s dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a cyclone Ranger
Everyone…
That’s why I’m turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
I’m turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
[guitar]
Turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
I’m turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so, think so, think so
I’m turning Japanese
I think I’m turning Japanese
I really think so
I first heard this song about 3-6 months after Bust A Move hit, and I was impressed then. Later, I saw one of those Showtime at the Apollo type shows, this one featuring performances by East coast and West Coast rappers. This was during the beginning of the silly “East Coast/West Coast” rap feud, as well as also the feud between pop rappers and so-called gangsta rappers.
Young MC hit the stage and started performing this song. At the beginning, as a West Coast based pop rapper, he was booed soundly by the crowd. By the end of the song, he got a standing ovation. It’s that good a song–you enjoy it in spite of yourself, at least if that’s part of your thought process. It’s got a great bass line and rhythm, a nice chord progression, and it’s just a cool song.
And of course, the lyrics:
aah na-na, na-na
Now I wrote this record for when I perform,
from the nights inside a university dorm,
I put pen to paper with a paper and pen,
for the times I’m rockin’ the mic in front of women and men,
I get raw like Eddie, rough like Freddy,
Kreuger with a luger turnin’ men into spaghetti,
I’m like Fats Domino, up on Blueberry Hill,
’cause my rhymes are funky fresh not run of the mill,
And like a king has palaces I give an analyis,
You can’t talk because you suffer from paralysis,
of the mouth, of the lip, of the tounge, comin’ to you complements of a
brother named Young,
Now you can’t talk because I’m leaving you speechless,
so be quiet and let an educater teach this,
It’s due to my producer, so he’s in a rage. And Mike you control the vinyl
I’ll control the stage ’cause I come of,
Chorus
Four score and seven years ago
there were a whole bunch of rappers who were in the know
Four score and seven years later
I dig a hole in those rappers like the moon with a crater
Because they battle me they’re really taking a risk,
Cause you’re an eight track tape and I’m a compact disc,
And like Tyson drops boxers in rapid succesion,
I’m droppin’ MCs in the rappin’ proffesion
I’m comin’ off, just like the clothes on a hooker,
and I can fly like Jimmy Superfly Snooka,
Like a shuttle goes up into outer space, people’s hands go up when I enter
the place,
I don’t mean to brag or boast just to tell ya I’m great, but I can rock the
microphone like Dorothy Hammil can skate,
Yeah, I can say a funky rhyme like Greg Luganis can dive, Don’t have to be
Saturday night for Young MC to get live ’cause I come off,
Chorus
Yo I come off, My name is Young MC and baby I come off
Yo the brother’s comin’ off, Bust this, Here we go
Now one behold, Young MC struck gold,
form the rhymes that I’ve been sayin’ to the young and the old,
From the battles I’ve been havin’ with the smart and the dumb,
From the records I’ve been makin’ with the mic and the drum,
You know the other rappers wanna play a game with me,
they run and hide when they hear the name of Young MC,
Like a kid playing tag, that’s how it’s got to be
so when I start I say Oli Oli Oxenfree,
Yo, you can never write a rhyme as strong as this one,
So pay attention ’cause you don’t wanna miss one, of my healthy rhymes
nobody’s are healthier, New York, New Jersy, LA or Philidelphia,
City to city, and town to town, place to place
country to country, cause I get around
Even if you were in prison you’da heard me play
cause the warden had me rock and I’m on the PA,
So when you get out come and see my show
and if you start static back in you go
‘Cause comin’ off is the title and the theme of the jam,
and when the rhymes are finally finished people say God damn
cause I come off
Chorus
I come off. Yo baby, I come off. Here we go
83 viewsThis is another one of those songs that I really enjoyed from the first time I heard it. It’s a pretty basic song about finding and losing love, but what I’ve really always loved about it was Graham Maby’s bass. He’s a criminally underrated bass player, faster than lightning, and it shows on this track. It’s got a great beat, you can dance to it, or you can just sit and listen to the music. To me, that’s a great song.
You can listen to the song below:
And of course, the lyrics:
We walked out one autumn evening
Someone up there made a fair appear
Coloured light that caught our eyes
And reggae music caught our ears
We laughed as they played all the songs
We wanted least of all to hear
I guess that’s when I knew
That we’d be more than just good friends
It happened just by chance
Someone up there - someone up there makes the sun and sea
Someone up there - someone up there brought my girl to me
Someone up there - someone up there makes the wind and rain
Someone up there - someone up there took her back again
And just for once
You can’t fight back
No messing with the hand of fate
Oh no
The paper ran an ad
That had you running to the other side of town
Working for a man I never could make out
Who started hanging round
Someone up there got me drinking got me drunk
And made me put him down
The way you looked at me I knew
That we’d be coming to an end
It happened just by chance
Someone up there - someone up there makes the sun and sea
Someone up there - someone up there brought my girl to me
Someone up there - someone up there makes the wind and rain
Someone up there - someone up there took her back again
And just for once
You can’t fight back
No messing with the hand of fate
Oh no
In my opinion, this is a fairly classic pop song about a not so classic subject, that of a couple who live on the edge knowing that burnout–or total self destruction–is inevitable. Maybe next week, maybe years from now, but sooner or later it will all catch up.
I like the song because it’s really a nice tune, very melodic, great hooks, and while I love a fun song, I also love thoughtful ones too.
And of course, the lyrics:
She said “I’m fine, I’m okay”
cover up your trembling hands
There’s indecision when you
Know you ain’t got nothing left
when the good times never stay
And the cheap thrills always
seem to fade away
When will we
When will we fall down
Jump back, got to get out of here
Been too long this time
Jump back, got to get out of here
When will we fall down
She hates her life
She hates her skin
She even hates her friends
Tries to hold on to all the
reputations she can’t mend
And there’s some chance we could fail
but the last time someone was
always there for bail
When will we fall down
Jump back, got to get out of here
been too long this time
Jump back, got to get out of here
When will we fall down
For the last time conscience calls
For a good friend I was never there at all
When will we fall down
Yes, I’m a Falco fan. Wanna make something of it?
I think the reason I’ve always enjoyed Falco is that A) I thought his music was pretty good, B) he brought an over-the-top sense of bombast to many of his songs and C) he just seemed to be having so much fun. This song is no different.
The Sound Of Muzik is a nice celebration of what a cool thing music is, and also it’s unifying aspects as well. The song is fun, the video is fun, it’s all just F-U-N.
And of course the lyrics:
Es beginnt in einem Wald, alle Rechte sind bezahlt
Es es endet doch daheim.
Meine Häende sind so kalt, denn die Zeit die ging ins Land
Meine Seele ist so rein.
Die Rose kennt den Duft
Meine Stimme braucht die Luft
Denn der Wind ist so heiß wie nie
Sei es Rock, Punk, Heavy Metal, Politics, or Classical
It’s all to Musik to me
Hey, das waren Zeiten when Hard Rock was Hard Rock
Musik was as tough as a nail
Und unsere Jungs, die waren nicht lazy they got out and made
It crazy but no one left to tell the jail
Der Bube fragt den König
Hey babe do you wanna dance?
Sie machen History dann sie sind scharf wie nie
The first pre-elected Rock n Roll band
The Sound of Musik
Do the bang-bang-boogie, say up jump the boogie
Do the rhythm on the boogie the beat
Do the bang-bang-boogie, say up jump the boogie
Do the rhythm on the boogie the beat
Do the hip do the hop do the oh-oh-bebop do the freestyle
Rock’n and we never gonna stop
Herr President, wir kennen eine Sprache
Und diese Sprache heißt Musik
The Sound of Musik
Can you hear the band playing, can you feel the bodies swaying
And if you feel the groove you better start to move
Step in time to the rhythm and move your feet to the beat
Hey everybody give Musik a chance and do the universal dance
The Sound of Musik
Hear the James Brown song, hear the church choir sing
It’s the people’s voice they’re gonna bring up that bell and ring
The Vienna Lipizzaner, they’re doing the rhythm and blues
It’s the Jailhouse-Rock, it’s steppin on my blue suede shoes
The Sound of Musik
It’s Pavarotti, he’s the biggest Bobby Dylan fan
Sie machen alle Musik for boys, girls and big tall man
It’s Otis Redding, he’s sitting on the dock of the bay
Listen to the band, listen to the Big-Band, to the bang-bang
Listen to the bang-bang, blow horn
Hey - listen to the band
Listen to the band
Hey - listen to the band
Listen to the band
I want you listen to the band
Hey - listen to the band
The Sound of Musik
It’s Lennon-McCartney, Cole Porter too
They’re dancin with my babe, babe - ba - ba - ba - babe - blue
Hey daddy - don’t you bother me - it’s gonna be my
Rock and Roll day - give the children what they want
Hear the universal choir pray
Hear the James Brown song, hear the church choir sing
It’s the people’s voice they’re gonna bring up that bell and ring
It’s Otis Redding, he’s sitting on the dock of the bay
Give the children what they want, hear the children do the boogie
Do the bang-bang, do the boogie-bang
Hu-la-la-hu-la-la-e
E-oh
New Frontier is one of those cool songs that you’re supposed to like–but I like it anywhere.
I personally think it’s just a cool sounding song. Like many, I enjoyed Steely Dan, and this isn’t too far removed. I like the feel, the story behind the song, and the music.
Speaking of the story behind the song, from SongFacts:
On The Charlie Gillett Show on London’s Capital Radio in 1988, Fagen said: “You’ll hear a little blues guitar played by Larry Carlton, and it’s kind of a track reflecting the spirit of the times. The storyline is basically about a bunch of kids who have a party in a fall-out shelter while their parents are away for the weekend.” (thanks, Edward Pearce - Ashford, Kent, England)
And of course, the lyrics:
Yes we’re gonna have a wingding
A summer smoker underground
It’s just a dugout that my dad built
In case the reds decide to push the button down
We’ve got provisions and lots of beer
The key word is survival on the new frontier
Introduce me to that big blonde
She’s got a touch of Tuesday Weld
She’s wearing Ambush and a French twist
She’s got us wild and she can tell
She loves to limbo, that much is clear
She’s got the right dynamics for the new frontier
Well I can’t wait ’til I move to the city
‘Til I finally make up my mind
To learn design and study overseas
Have you got a steady boyfriend
Cause honey I’ve been watching you
I hear you’re mad about Brubeck
I like your eyes, I like him too
He’s an artist, a pioneer
We’ve got to have some music on the new frontier
Well I can’t wait ’til I move to the city
‘Til I finally make up my mind
To learn design and study overseas
Let’s pretend that it’s the real thing
And stay together all night long
And when I really get to know you
We’ll open up the doors and climb into the dawn
Confess your passion your secret fear
Prepare to meet the challenge of the new frontier
—————-
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This song has one of those melodies that sort of worms it’s way into your brain sideways and lurks just under the surface, surfacing every now and then to remind you, “this is a kick-ass song.”
It does have a great guitar melody, and better than average lyrics as well. Despite the metaphors, the song’s meaning is fairly easy to discern, most likely about someone who has been burned by a fickle partner. Plus, it’s a fun rocking song. There’s not much going wrong with this one.
And of course, the lyrics:
Got a set of wings that I couldn’t use
Bought them in a store on the avenue
Didn’t mean to spend all the cash I had
The second that I saw them, I wanted them bad
When I got home and I tried them on
I noticed that the wingspan was way too long
Couldn’t take them back, there was no return
I should have gotten more, I was feeling burned
Gee angel, won’t you take these back?
Gee angel, gee angel, I need some slack
There’s nothing in this world that I’d rather do
Than buy a set of wings and fly away with you
Climbed up the mountain, observed the view
But angel wouldn’t say what I had to do
Then angel flew away and left me standing there
I knew I couldn’t fly, but I didn’t care
—————-
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Could You Be The One? is a great pop song. A fairly simple chord progression, a simple vocal, a subject that pretty much anyone can sympathize with (the fear of falling in love), and it just plain sounds good. It’s a really nice, really catchy song, which sneaks in a nice melody under it’s veneer of punk.
And of course, the lyrics:
Could you be the one they talk about?
Hiding inside, behind another door?
Is it only happiness you want?
Does wanting a feeling matter any more?
It doesn’t mean that much to me
Sometimes I don’t mean that much to you
And I don’t even know what I’m hiding for
And I don’t even know what I’m crying for
Don’t even know what I’m hiding for
Could you be the one they talk about?
Life is a game that only you can make
Maybe I’m about to throw it out
I’ve given it all, that’s all I can take
Could you be the one
Could you be the one
Could you be the one that’s hanging all around
Don’t even know what I’m hiding for
Don’t even know what I’m crying for
Don’t even know, could you be the only
Broken hearted one
—————-
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This Charming Man is a high energy, terribly catchy pop song, with some of Morrissey’s best vocals. It’s a great pop song, with a great beat and fun to dance to, not to mention the great sound of Johnny Marr’s guitars. From Wikipedia:
I’ll try any trick. With the Smiths, I’d take this really loud Telecaster of mine, lay it on top of a Fender Twin Reverb with the vibrato on, and tune it to an open chord. Then I’d drop a knife with a metal handle on it, hitting random strings. I used it on “This Charming Man”, buried beneath about 15 tracks of guitar … [it] was the first record where I used those highlife-sounding runs in 3rds. I’m tuned up to F# and I finger it in G, so it comes out in A. There are about 15 tracks of guitar. People thought the main guitar part was a Rickenbacker, but it’s really a ‘54 Tele. There are three tracks of acoustic, a backwards guitar with a really long reverb, and the effect of dropping knives on the guitar – that comes in at the end of the chorus.
It’s also a great song about–well, love, or at the very least the feeling of being overwhelmed by emotion.
Feeling detached from and unable to relate to the early 1980s mainstream gay culture, Morrissey wrote “This Charming Man” to evoke an older, more coded and self-aware underground scene. The singer explained of the song’s lyrics, “I really like the idea of the male voice being quite vulnerable, of it being taken and slightly manipulated, rather than there being always this heavy machismo thing that just bores everybody.”
The song itself is about an encounter between a young man whose bicycle has broken down, and the handsome stranger who picks him up and seeminglyl seduces him. The lyrics are provocative, heartfelt and just very nicely written.
And of course, the lyrics:
A punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet?
When in this charming car
This charming man
Why pamper life’s complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?
I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “It’s gruesome that someone so handsome should care”
A jumped up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “It’s gruesome that someone so handsome should care”
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man …
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man …
A jumped up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things