Sister Golden Hair is just a great song. The melody gently eases into your brain while the relaxed tempo sets you up for the surprise, and next thing you know, “BAM” you’ve been knocked on your ass.
Surprisingly enough, this song was somewhat controversial when it was first released. From wikipedia
The song is about a man trying to get up the courage to take his girlfriend to the altar to marry, however he is plagued by self-doubts. He pleads for her understanding and re-affirms his love and affection for her, but he says he is not yet ready for the altar. She is only identified as “Sister Golden Hair.” He asks her to meet him half-way, which is taken to be a proposal that they live together.
The song, while immensely popular, was criticized in conservative circles as a plea for common law marriage and living in sin. This may also have been why the song was so popular with the younger generation
However, there’s a difference in opinion about the song’s meaning from SongFacts
Guitarist Gerry Beckley wrote this. When asked if it was written to anyone, Beckley said: “No, this is all poetic license. With ‘Sister Golden Hair,’ as far as my folks were concerned, I was writing a song about my sister, and I couldn’t quite fathom it; they must not have listened to the lyrics.” (thanks, Brett - Edmonton, Canada)
Another interpretation, from SongMeanings
Based on what I heard on the radio from a DJ.
Sister Golden Hair is a nun who has just a tiny whisp of her hair showing from underneath her hat (hence the golden hair is a -surprise-) and the character in the song is latching on to little things like this to nurse an unhealthy love affair for a nun…
Sounds good at least.
I don’t have chapter and verse on this, so make what you will out of the various interpretations.
Here’s a link to a tribute video
And of course, the lyrics:
Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain’t ready for the altar but I do agree there’s times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin’ ’bout you, sister golden hair surprise
And I just can’t live without you; can’t you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn’t mean you ain’t been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I don’t mind sayin’, I just can’t make it
Well, I keep on thinkin’ ’bout you, sister golden hair surprise
And I just can’t live without you; can’t you see it in my eyes?
Now I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn’t mean you ain’t been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I don’t mind sayin’, I just can’t make it
Doo wop doo wop …
112 viewsTrue Faith works on many levels. You can listen to it, you can dance to it, you can watch the very interesting video, and come away with something a little different each time.
The song itself is about heroin addiction. From Wikipedia:
As is the case for many New Order songs, the words in the title do not appear anywhere in the lyrics.
The song is about heroin addiction. This is more obvious in the original lyrics, which contain the line, “They’re all taking drugs with me,” in place of, “They’re afraid of what they see.” The line was changed at the last minute due to pressure from label executives, but the original line is often used when the band performs the song live.
The band was surprised by the fact that the single widened their audience with younger children, because the video’s characters were reminiscent of children’s programming, even though the real theme of the song is adult.
And from SongMeanings:
this is from the songwriter, Bernard Sumner himself, during an interview for Q magazine in 1999.
“(True Faith) is about drug dependency. I don’t touch smack but when I wrote that song I tried to imagine what it’s like to be a smackhead and nothing else matters to you except that day’s hit. There’s a line in the song, ‘When I was a very young boy, very young boys played with me/Now we’ve grown up together, they’re afraid of what they see.” The original was, ‘Now they’re taking drugs with me,’ but Stephen Hague our producer made us change it because he said it wouldn’t be a hit if we kept that line in. He was right. It was a very big hit, but we chickened out. I change it back sometimes live.”
Personally, I dig it because it’s a good song. It does have a good beat; you can dance to it, but it’s also very listenable, like most of New Order’s best songs.
And of course, the lyrics:
I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I’ve got this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don’t care ‘cos I’m not there
And I don’t care if I’m here tomorrow
Again and again I’ve taken too much
Of the thing that costs you too much
*I used to think that the day would never come
I’d see the light in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun
When I was a very small boy
Very small boys talked to me
Now that we’ve grown up together
They’re afraid of what they see
That’s the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can’t tell you where we’re going
I guess there’s just no way of knowing
(* repeat)
I feel so extraordinary
Something’s got a hold on me
I’ve got this feeling I’m in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
The chances are we’ve gone too far
You took my time and you took my money
Now I feel you’ve left me standing
In a world that’s so demanding
(* repeat)
83 viewsThis song is really cute.
Jackson was one of those songs I sort of “discovered” out of the blue (”discovered” meaning that someone gave me a CD and I hadn’t heard this one before). I love the feeling of banter between the two singers, and at the same time the lack of animosity. He’s a little full of himself, she doesn’t quite believe that he can realize his dreams–it just seems so realistic.
Here’s a link to a live performance (likely the Grand Ol’ Opry)
And of course, the lyrics:
We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,
We’ve been talkin’ ’bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I’m goin’ to Jackson, I’m gonna mess around,
Yeah, I’m goin’ to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.
Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin’ man, make a big fool of yourself,
Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!
Honey, I’m gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.
When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach ‘em what they don’t know how,
I’m goin’ to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
‘Cos I’m goin’ to Jackson.
“Goodbye,” that’s all she wrote.
But they’ll laugh at you in Jackson, and I’ll be dancin’ on a Pony Keg.
They’ll lead you ’round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin’ man.
And I’ll be waitin’ in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan,
Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,
We’ve been talkin’ ’bout Jackson, ever since the fire went.
I’m goin’ to Jackson, and that’s a fact.
Yeah, we’re goin’ to Jackson, ain’t never comin’ back.
Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout’
And we’ve been talkin’ ’bout Jackson, ever since the fire went…
I think the best thing I can say about this song is that no matter how many times I’ve heard it, I still love it. It’s a great pop song, very catchy, great chorus, easy to sing along to, just fun. I personally always enjoyed Blink 182 for what they were: a pop band that had co-opted a punk sound and made it work. The songs are good, and that’s what matters.
From Wikipedia
Tom DeLonge was inspired to write the song after Tom’s then girlfriend, and now wife, complained that he had written many songs about all the other girls he had known in his life, but none about her. The line in the song “she left me roses by the stairs/ surprises let me know she cares” references an actual incident where Tom came home late one night and had been left flowers by his girlfriend.
And of course, the lyrics:
All the, small things
True care, truth brings
I’ll take, one lift
Your ride, best trip
Always, I know
You’ll be at my show
Watching, waiting,
commiserating
Say it ain’t so, I will not go,
turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na…
Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs,
surprises let me know she cares
Say it ain’t so, I will not go,
turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na…
Say it ain’t so, I will not go,
turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I’ll be your thrill,
the night will go on, my little windmill
Say it ain’t so, I will not go, (Na, na…)
turn the lights off, carry me home (Na, na…)
Keep your head still, I’ll be your thrill, (Na, na…)
the night will go on, the night will go on, (Na, na…)
my little windmill
Indoor Fireworks is a great traditional country song. Heartfelt, but smart lyrics, excellent, sweetly sad vocals–it’s the whole package. From Setting the Woods on Fire:
…This should be no surprise, as Elvis was conscioulsy trying to write a Hank Williams song. Interviewed for the book Written In My Soul (by Bill Flanagan, 1986), Elvis humorously explained his goal in writing Indoor Fireworks:
“I tried to write one that had some chill in it. Like ‘May You Never Be Alone’ [by Hank Williams]. I was aiming up there. Whereas when I wrote ‘The Only Flame In Town’ I was only trying to write like Allen Toussaint. I was thinking, “How tough does Hank Williams ever get?” He didn’t ever shy away from the matter. If you’re going to be true to yourself you’ve got to say, “Could I say it as cold as Hank Williams did?” You have to keep reminding yourself how strong the really strong songs are.”
I think that’s very interesting, and I also think Indoor Fireworks is one of Elvis’s best country songs.
Here’s a link to a performance of the song with Lucinda Williams
And of course, the lyrics:
We play these parlour games
We play at make believe
When we get to the part where I say that I’m going to leave
Everybody loves a happy ending but we don’t even try
We go straight past pretending
To the part where everybody loves to cry
(chorus)
Indoor fireworks
Can still burn your fingers
Indoor fireworks
We swore we were safe as houses
They’re not so spectacular
They don’t burn up in the sky
But they can dazzle or delight
Or bring a tear
When the smoke gets in your eyes
You were the spice of life
The gin in my vermouth
And though the sparks would fly
I thought our love was fireproof
Sometimes we’d fight in public darling
With very little cause
But different kinds of sparks would fly
When we got on our own behind closed doors
(chorus)
It’s time to tell the truth
These things have to be faced
My fuse is burning out
And all that powder’s gone to waste
Don’t think for a moment dear that we’ll ever be through
I’ll build a bonfire of my dreams
And burn a broken effigy of me and you
(chorus)
58 viewsI’m not a fan of Curve, but I really do like this song. Maybe it’s because it’s “accessible” (whatever that means. IMO, any good music is “accessible”, regardless of genre or style), or maybe because it’s got a cool beat, or maybe it’s because Toni Holliday is really hot in the video, or maybe it’s because the video is so tremendously unintentionally funny (I’ve never seen a Moog taken so seriously in my life).
Whatever, it’s a good song. It does have a good beat, you can dance to it, or sing along with it, or simply listen to it. It works.
Here’s a link to the video (seriously, it’s so overblown it’s quite funny…I could see it being a favorite on Sprockets).
And of course. the lyrics:
She burns friends like a piece of wood
And she’s jealous of me because she never could
Hold herself up without a spine
And she’ll look me up when she’s doing fine
Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture
She’s just someone’s favourite daughter
Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
Friends and enemies they’re all the same
All the same
Crush her fame
Burn her name
She’ll break a promise as a matter of course
Because she thinks it’s fun to have no remorse
She gets what she wants and walks away
And she doesn’t give a fuck what you might say
Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar
Mother’s pride is what we taught her
Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her
Friend and enemy we’re all to blame
{She’ll burn us bad
She’ll flaunt her fame
She’ll make us remember, remember her name}x2
If she sits still like she knows she could
She could win this game and be the queen for good
Save herself up for the cream of the crop
Then she’ll look us up when she’s ready to stop
Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture
She’s just someone’s favourite daughter
Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
Friends and enemies are all that came
To burn her name
Crush her fame
Burn her name
Crush her fame
Burn her name
Crush her fame
Burn her name
We’re all to blame
My Ever Changing Moods isn’t earth-shattering, but it is a lovely little song. It’s got a very sublime melody with some excellent lyrics, and Paul Weller’s guitar is nicely understated and very eclectic.
And of course, the lyrics:
Daylight turns to moonlight - and I’m at my best
Praising the way it all works - gazing upon the rest
The cool before the warm
The calm after the storm
I wish to stay forever - letting this be my food
But I’m caught up in a whirlwind and my ever changing moods
Bitter turns to sugar - some call a passive tune
But the day things turn sweet - for me won’t be too soon
The hush before the silence
The winds after the blast
I wish we’d move together - this time the bosses sued
But we’re caught up in the wilderness and an ever changing mood
Teardrops turn to children - who’ve never had the time
To commit the sins they pay for through - another’s evil mind
The love after the hate
The love we leave too late
I wish we’d wake up one day - an’ everyone feel moved
But we’re caught up in the dailies and an ever changing mood
Evil turns to statues - and masses form a line
But I know which way I’d run to if the choice was mine
The past is knowledge - the present our mistake
And the future we always leave too late
I wish we’d come to our senses and see there is no truth
In those who promote the confusion for this ever changing mood
The Gas Face attempts to be the ultimate diss song, and while it may not achieve those lofty “heights”, it’s entertaining enough as it stands.
The raps alternate between well-meaning to more than averagely funny. In fact, in some ways I think the song is hurt a little by the well-meaning rhymes. I think that had they focused solely upon humor, the song would be much more memorable. Still, it’s still a fun song with a great beat.
And of course, the lyrics:
[mc serch]
Aiyyo man, my labelmate don newkirk
Man step to him
[don newkirk]
Thanks serch!
And now… for the prime minister
Sinister.. pete.. n-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice!
Nice nice nice
[mc serch]
Kick em in the grill pete!
Verse one: pete nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd bass’ll express, kmd
Three blind mice on sight
Zev lover, gave it the first light
A grin shows a trick up a sleeve (huahah)
What a tangled web they weave
Deceivers, stupefied through fable
Say lets make a deal at the dinner table
Put you on tour, put your record on wax (trust me!)
Sign your life on the x
You exit, x-off, but what you really get:
A box of newports, and puma sweats (damn!)
Tex feeds and frowns upon emus
To give up gas face he drinks from a thermos
Sub roc cut at you with a clipper
Gas face given, I beg to differ
[mc serch]
Pete that was real def man but I gotta get serious now
Aiyyo don, step to em again
[don newkirk]
Everybody.. mc serch!
Verse two: mc serch
Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that
(make the gas face!) for those little white lies
My expression to the mountainous blue eyes
Then form a face, and shake my skull cap
Dismiss the myth, that evil is not black
But opposite spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their hair cant be nappy!
Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a g
A disease, created by leprosy
Dont speak of bleach, bend them to right
Say, it was night way before the light
Put aside spooks, serch leaves a trace
Ive set em correct with the effect of the gas face
[mc serch]
Next up don
[don newkirk]
A *special* appearance by kmds.. zev, love, ehhxssss!
Verse three: zev love x
A gas face, can either be a smile or a smirk
When appears, a monkey wrench to work ones clockwork
Perkin his brim to the rim of my cup
Dont tempt me, youre empty, so filler up!
Is Im talkin coffee or cocoa, is you loco?
Cash or credit for unleaded at sunoco
Kmd and 3rd bass is just ace in the hole
I mean soul, so make the gas face (huahaha)
Damn, if looks could kill
You look like host was a ghost from your grill
But still, whats the new fed, to recollect
To our passing phase to facades to eddie decker
For my label reads hood, street might have a tattoo
Dont pick any card or no rabbit from my hat
Never a magician if I ever tricked em
Oh shit! another gas face victim
[mc serch]
There it is, yo fellas man
Why dont you step to the mic man?
[zev love x]
Thats how I kicks it, for 80-deca
[mc serch]
Aiyyo, good lookin out don man peace
Punji, yo who gets the gas face?
[punji] little vic for the gas face
[serch] tony dick, gets the gas face
[zev x] no gas faces for plugs one two and three
[serch] no gas face for professor prince pa-paul!
[? ] my friend tina gets the big gas face
[zev x] no gas face for dj subroc
[serch] no gas face for kmd
[pnice] hammer, shut the fuck up! gas face! ahuahauah!
[all] whahahaoahh
[pnice] what do we think about hammer? haowahwohahbhabhahbhahbbhb
[? ] g.y.p.
[serch] get yours posse does not get the gas face
[serch] but p. w. botha gets a gas face
[all] whoahblblahbha-whoo!
[? ] dante ross gets the gas face
[serch] yo stop dissin dante on records yall!
[serch] elroy.. elroy.. elroy cohen, gets the gas face!
Hahahahahahahaha, thats all..
I’m the Man is a classic and fairly timeless song about a huckster–or rather, the huckster–that sells “everything from a thin safety pin to a pork pie hat”.
The song isn’t just a classic for it’s subject matter, but also because it’s a great sounding song. The pounding, slightly manic beat plays aids and abets the angry, sardonic lyrics nicely. And it’s got a good beat and you can dance to it.
And of course, the lyrics:
Pretty soon now
Yknow I’m gonna make a comeback
And like the birds and the bees in the trees
Its a sure-fire smash
Ill speak
To the masses throughout the media
And if you got anything to say to me
You can say it with cash
cause I got the trash and you got the cash
So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money cause I know you think I’m funny
Cant you hear me laughing
Cant you see me smile
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the yo-yo
Kung fu
That was one of my good ones
Well whats a few broken bones
When we all know its good clean fun
Skateboards
Ive almost made them respectable
You see I cant always get through to you
So I go for your son
I had a giant rubber shark and it really made a mark
Didja looka looka lookit alla blood
Give me all your money cause I know you think I’m funny
Cant you hear me laughing
Cant you see me smile
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the yo-yo
Right now
I think I’m gonna plan a new trend
Because the line on the graphs getting low
And we cant have that
And you think youre immune
But I can sell you anything
Anything from a thin safety pin
To a pork pie hat
cause I got the trash and you got the cash
So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money cause I know you think I’m funny
Cant you hear me laughing
Cant you see me smile
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the yo-yo
Sheila Take A Bow might not be the Smiths best known song, or even their best song, but it’s a very good song, with a very good melody.
There’s a fair amount of contention as regards the song’s origins and meanings. I got the following from SongMeanings:
“Interesting enougth this film is about a teenage pregnant girl and her realationship with a young gay man.Thay love each other but in the end the pressures from the outside (mostly the girl’s mum) forces them to separate. ”
Mark Simpson has a very interesting theory in his book “Saint Morrissey” that Morrissey identified strongly with the main character of the play - the girl, Jo. From what I know about the play and the character, it seems quite probable: she has an overbearing mother, she is bored in school and generally unhappy, then, wishing some excitement in life, she has a one-night stand (with a black sailor who she would not see again) which leaves her pregnant. Then she finds real love as non-sexual love. Unhappy teenager, sick of school and family, trying to escape an overbearing parent, looking for love - sounds a lot like “Shakespeare’s Sister” as well as “Sheila Take A Bow”.Sheila is probably a nod to Shelagh Delaney, and I totally agree that the girl Sheila is the imagined “female Morrissey” (kind of like the girl in the “Everyday Is Like Sunday” video, don’t you think?) and that all he tells her can be said to him as well. He seems to be speaking to himself in several of his songs, adivising himself: Accept Yourself, Handsome Devil (”there’s more to life than books you know”, in Moz’s words the song is aimed at a scholar who should get more physical instead of jsut reading), Sheila Take A Bow, you migh say Ask as well.
She might also be his ideal partner:
“Take my hand and off we stride/ You’re a girl and I’m a boy”
/Take my hand and off we stride / I’m a girl and you’re a boy ” - the switching of gender roles back and forth (nicked by Massive Attack 10 years later in Protection LOL) is very much in tune with Morrissey’s views, too. In Girl Afraid we see that traditional gender roles hinder understanding and contact between two people who like each other. Here we see that traditional gender roles should be disposed of,, in order for people to trully understand themselves and each other.
From Wikipedia:
The single’s cover features actress Candy Darling from the film Women in Revolt (1971). Candy Darling was a transwoman born James Lawrence Slattery and part of Andy Warhol’s entourage.
Perhaps there was some empathy for the things that Candy Darling likely went through. I don’t know myself. I do know that I think it’s a really good song.
Here’s a link to what was likely a performance on Top of The Pops or some similar show
And of course, the lyrics:
Is it wrong to want to live on your own ?
No, it’s not wrong - but I must know
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad ?
Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And don’t go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you
Oh …
Is it wrong not to always be glad ?
No, it’s not wrong - but I must add
How can someone so young
Sing words so sad ?
Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And don’t go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you
Take my hand and off we stride
Oh, la …
You’re a girl and I’m a boy
La …
Take my hand and off we stride
Oh, la …
I’m a girl and you’re a boy
La …
Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow
La …
Throw your homework onto the fire
Come out and find the one that you love
Come out and find the one you love